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Show 120 For days, Lathrop had been attending Frank, wiping perspiration from his brow and spooning him Elise's remedy. At last the fever broke and the delirium subsided. Frank was beginning to rest more peacefully although he was as weak as a newborn baby. Lathrop thought of Hannah. Surely if Elise knew what to do for jail fever, she would find the remedy for his wife's illness. He would not allow himself to have thoughts otherwise. What's more, he didn't believe that God wojuld permit anything to happen to her . During Thomas's last visit, he told his father that he was going to prevail upon Bishop Laud to allow Lathrop a visit home to see his ailing wife. When the guard unlocked his cell and told him that permission had been granted, Lathrop believed a miracle had been wrought on his behalf. And by the time he was on his feet, he was believing that a visit from him was God's way of reversing her illness--to give her the will to be restored to a fit frame. With a prison guard at his flank, Lathrop began shuffling as fast as he could toward home. Home. The word brought a flood of memories and with the memories, uncontalnable tears that he kept blinking away. It was a typically cold February day. Although Lathrop didn't feel the cold as he trudged one step after another, he looked the spectre of winter itself. His hollow eyes, ashen countenance, and cavernous round |
