Cast Adrift eBook

Timothy Shay Arthur
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 336 pages of information about Cast Adrift.

Cast Adrift eBook

Timothy Shay Arthur
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 336 pages of information about Cast Adrift.

“I thought you’d had enough with old Sal,” said Norah, in a tone of reproof, as she came in.

“Couldn’t help it,” replied Pinky.  “I’m bad enough, but I can’t stand to see a child abused like that—­no, not if I die for it.”

Norah crossed to the settee and spoke to Nell.  But there was no answer, nor did the bundle of rags stir.

“Nell!  Nell!” She called to deaf ears.  Then she put her hand on the child and raised one of the arms.  It dropped away limp as a withered stalk, showing the ashen white face across which it had lain.

The two women manifested no excitement.  The child had fainted or was dead—­which, they did not know.  Norah straightened out the wasted little form and turned up the face.  The eyes were shut, the mouth closed, the pinched features rigid, as if still giving expression to pain, but there was no mistaking the sign that life had gone out of them.  It might be for a brief season, it might be for ever.

A little water was thrown into the child’s face.  Its only effect was to streak the grimy skin.

“Poor little thing!” said Pinky.  “I hope she’s dead.”

“They’re tough.  They don’t die easy,” returned Norah.

“She isn’t one of the tough kind.”

“Maybe not.  They say Flanagan stole her when she was a little thing, just toddling.”

“Don’t let’s do anything to try to bring her to,” said Pinky.

Norah stood for some moment’s with an irresolute air, then bent over the child and examined her more carefully.  She could feel no pulse beat, nor any motion of the heart,

“I don’t want the coroner here,” she said, in a tone of annoyance.  “Take her back to Flanagan; it’s her work, and she must stand by it.”

“Is she really dead?” asked Pinky.

“Looks like it, and serves Flanagan right.  I’ve told her over and over that Nell wouldn’t stand it long if she didn’t ease up a little.  Flesh isn’t iron.”

Again she examined the child carefully, but without the slightest sign of feeling.

“It’s all the same now who has her,” she said, turning off from the settee.  “Take her back to Flanagan.”

But Pinky would not touch the child, nor could threat or persuasion lead her to do so.  While they were contending, Flanagan, who had fired herself up with half a pint of whisky, came storming through the door in a blind rage and screaming out,

“Where’s my Nell?  I want my Nell!”

Catching sight of the child’s inanimate form lying on the settee, she pounced down upon it like some foul bird and bore it off, cursing and striking the senseless clay in her insane fury.

Pinky, horrified at the dreadful sight, and not sure that the child was really dead, and so insensible to pain, made a movement to follow, but Norah caught her arm with a tight grip and held her back.

“Are you a fool?” said the queen, sternly.  “Let Flanagan alone.  Nell’s out of her reach, and I’m glad of it.”

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