nestâmay your bed be made of roses in Heaven.â
He turned and looked into the unyielding eyes of his mother, then walked toward her. Sons and husband assembled in a group about the old lady. The horse thief pushed them aside.
âLet me hug you motherâonce for all and foreverâthere is much to forgive me motherââ
He held the flinty old woman in his arms.
âJohnâJohnââ she half moanedââI forgiveâI forgiveâmaybe it was you that sufferedâmaybeââ Her voice trailed. Her aged arms went around him. Her limbs bent at the knees. She crooned to herself: âGodâGodâGodâthe breakinâ heart oâ me.â
Her old face went stern and hard again. Her limbs straightened. âIâll forgive ye John and swallow the hard words Iâve said even if they choke meâanâ belaive me my sonâwho came firstâmay the sun niver shine on my grave if I donât mane it.â
âI believe ye Motherâyou and allâfor all has been done that ever can be doneâIâll die of my own poison like a snake in the mud.â
My father stood apart. My mother stepped close to her own aged mother.
The door opened. Another uncle entered.
He wore a mackintosh with a cape. Rain drops glistened upon it. My father offered him liquor. He accepted quickly. Finishing his glass, he sighed with satisfaction.
He took my fatherâs arm and stepped into the corner. All eyes followed him.
âSay nothing to the women,â was the uncleâs advice.
John Lawler caught my fatherâs expression.
âItâs time Iâm goingâgood-bye to ye fatherâmotherââ his eyes half circled the roomââand you Biddy of the good heartâandâand allâand all.â
âWeâd better hurry,â advised the uncle in the mackintosh, âit may rain harderâand weâve got some muddy road to travelâIâve got the curtains upâno one can see you.â
âBut no one would know him after all these years,â declared my father.
âNot even God,â said the ex-horse thief.
My grandmother sobbed ⦠âThat the Lawlers be brought to thisâsneakinâ out agin in the night.â
Soon mother love conquered shame. âOhâohâoh,â she moaned.
John Lawler and his brother in the mackintosh hurried toward the door. Biddy Lawler and her father followed them. âMy peace be with you,â murmured my grandfather.
The old manâs dignity must have touched John Lawler. Saying, âFatherâFatherâwhat a good man you are,â he put his arm about him. âPeace can never be with me fatherâso long as I remember you.â The old man stood, with weather beaten hands trembling and wrinkled.
Seven months with child, my mother, with sudden vehemence rushed into her horse thief brotherâs arms. Her hair fell in heavy red waves on her shoulders. All were astonished.
The pet of the Lawler tribe had fainted.
My father dashed a glass of water in her face.
The horse thief knelt suddenly and kissed her tragic wet mouth.
âAnother drink Jimâpleaseâpleaseâthe hard heart of me must be harder madeânot even a hangmanââ
My father cut in with:
âTake this quart with you,âitâs a twelve mile drive you have.â
The horse thief jerked the cork from the bottle impatiently.
âLetâs all drink,â he sucked at the bottle feverishly and handed it to his brother in the mackintosh. It ended in my fatherâs hands. One more swig and it was empty.
My grandfather helped my mother rise.
Rain slashed at the window viciously.
âItâs far ye can go yetâthey donât expect ye here till to-morrow,â a voice said.
The horse thief patted the shoulders of his mother and sisters.
The rain swept into the house as the door