30,000 Dollar Bequest and Other Stories. Mark Twain

one impulse the old ladies sprang to their feet, quaking with terror.

      “Sit down! What are you proposing to do?”

      “Do? We must fly to her. We—”

      “You’ll do nothing of the kind; you’ve done enough harm for one day. Do you want to squander all your capital of crimes and follies on a single deal? Sit down, I tell you. I have arranged for her to sleep; she needs it; if you disturb her without my orders, I’ll brain you – if you’ve got the materials for it.”

      They sat down, distressed and indignant, but obedient, under compulsion. He proceeded:

      “Now, then, I want this case explained. They wanted to explain it to me – as if there hadn’t been emotion or excitement enough already. You knew my orders; how did you dare to go in there and get up that riot?”

      Hester looked appealing at Hannah; Hannah returned a beseeching look at Hester – neither wanted to dance to this unsympathetic orchestra. The doctor came to their help. He said:

      “Begin, Hester.”

      Fingering at the fringes of her shawl, and with lowered eyes, Hester said, timidly:

      “We should not have disobeyed for any ordinary cause, but this was vital. This was a duty. With a duty one has no choice; one must put all lighter considerations aside and perform it. We were obliged to arraign her before her mother. She had told a lie.”

      The doctor glowered upon the woman a moment, and seemed to be trying to work up in his mind an understand of a wholly incomprehensible proposition; then he stormed out:

      “She told a lie! Did she? God bless my soul! I tell a million a day! And so does every doctor. And so does everybody – including you – for that matter. And that was the important thing that authorized you to venture to disobey my orders and imperil that woman’s life! Look here, Hester Gray, this is pure lunacy; that girl couldn’t tell a lie that was intended to injure a person. The thing is impossible – absolutely impossible. You know it yourselves – both of you; you know it perfectly well.”

      Hannah came to her sister’s rescue:

      “Hester didn’t mean that it was that kind of a lie, and it wasn’t. But it was a lie.”

      “Well, upon my word, I never heard such nonsense! Haven’t you got sense enough to discriminate between lies! Don’t you know the difference between a lie that helps and a lie that hurts?”

      “All lies are sinful,” said Hannah, setting her lips together like a vise; “all lies are forbidden.”

      The Only Christian fidgeted impatiently in his chair. He went to attack this proposition, but he did not quite know how or where to begin. Finally he made a venture:

      “Hester, wouldn’t you tell a lie to shield a person from an undeserved injury or shame?”

      “No.”

      “Not even a friend?”

      “No.”

      “Not even your dearest friend?”

      “No. I would not.”

      The doctor struggled in silence awhile with this situation; then he asked:

      “Not even to save him from bitter pain and misery and grief?”

      “No. Not even to save his life.”

      Another pause. Then:

      “Nor his soul?”

      There was a hush – a silence which endured a measurable interval – then Hester answered, in a low voice, but with decision:

      “Nor his soul?”

      No one spoke for a while; then the doctor said:

      “Is it with you the same, Hannah?”

      “Yes,” she answered.

      “I ask you both – why?”

      “Because to tell such a lie, or any lie, is a sin, and could cost us the loss of our own souls—would, indeed, if we died without time to repent.”

      “Strange… strange… it is past belief.” Then he asked, roughly: “Is such a soul as that worth saving?” He rose up, mumbling and grumbling, and started for the door, stumping vigorously along. At the threshold he turned and rasped out an admonition: “Reform! Drop this mean and sordid and selfish devotion to the saving of your shabby little souls, and hunt up something to do that’s got some dignity to it! Risk your souls! risk them in good causes; then if you lose them, why should you care? Reform!”

      The good old gentlewomen sat paralyzed, pulverized, outraged, insulted, and brooded in bitterness and indignation over these blasphemies. They were hurt to the heart, poor old ladies, and said they could never forgive these injuries.

      “Reform!”

      They kept repeating that word resentfully. “Reform – and learn to tell lies!”

      Time slipped along, and in due course a change came over their spirits. They had completed the human being’s first duty – which is to think about himself until he has exhausted the subject, then he is in a condition to take up minor interests and think of other people. This changes the complexion of his spirits – generally wholesomely. The minds of the two old ladies reverted to their beloved niece and the fearful disease which had smitten her; instantly they forgot the hurts their self-love had received, and a passionate desire rose in their hearts to go to the help of the sufferer and comfort her with their love, and minister to her, and labor for her the best they could with their weak hands, and joyfully and affectionately wear out their poor old bodies in her dear service if only they might have the privilege.

      “And we shall have it!” said Hester, with the tears running down her face. “There are no nurses comparable to us, for there are no others that will stand their watch by that bed till they drop and die, and God knows we would do that.”

      “Amen,” said Hannah, smiling approval and endorsement through the mist of moisture that blurred her glasses. “The doctor knows us, and knows we will not disobey again; and he will call no others. He will not dare!”

      “Dare?” said Hester, with temper, and dashing the water from her eyes; “he will dare anything – that Christian devil! But it will do no good for him to try it this time – but, laws! Hannah! after all’s said and done, he is gifted and wise and good, and he would not think of such a thing…. It is surely time for one of us to go to that room. What is keeping him? Why doesn’t he come and say so?”

      They caught the sound of his approaching step. He entered, sat down, and began to talk.

      “Margaret is a sick woman,” he said. “She is still sleeping, but she will wake presently; then one of you must go to her. She will be worse before she is better. Pretty soon a night-and-day watch must be set. How much of it can you two undertake?”

      “All of it!” burst from both ladies at once.

      The doctor’s eyes flashed, and he said, with energy:

      “You do ring true, you brave old relics! And you shall do all of the nursing you can, for there’s none to match you in that divine office in this town; but you can’t do all of it, and it would be a crime to let you.” It was grand praise, golden praise, coming from such a source, and it took nearly all the resentment out of the aged twin’s hearts. “Your Tilly and my old Nancy shall do the rest – good nurses both, white souls with black skins, watchful, loving, tender – just perfect nurses! – and competent liars from the cradle…. Look you! keep a little watch on Helen; she is sick, and is going to be sicker.”

      The ladies looked a little surprised, and not credulous; and Hester said:

      “How is that? It isn’t an hour since you said she was as sound as a nut.”

      The doctor answered, tranquilly:

      “It was a lie.”

      The ladies turned upon him indignantly,