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diff --git a/.gitattributes b/.gitattributes new file mode 100644 index 0000000..6833f05 --- /dev/null +++ b/.gitattributes @@ -0,0 +1,3 @@ +* text=auto +*.txt text +*.md text diff --git a/20351-8.txt b/20351-8.txt new file mode 100644 index 0000000..90570a0 --- /dev/null +++ b/20351-8.txt @@ -0,0 +1,1813 @@ +The Project Gutenberg EBook of Jackanapes, by Juliana Horatio Ewing + +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Jackanapes + +Author: Juliana Horatio Ewing + +Illustrator: Amy Sacker + +Release Date: January 13, 2007 [EBook #20351] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK JACKANAPES *** + + + + +Produced by Juliet Sutherland and Sankar Viswanathan + + + + + + + + + JACKANAPES + + + By + + JULIANA HORATIO EWING + + + + + Illustrated by + + Amy Sacker + + + + + BOSTON + + L. C. PAGE and COMPANY + + (INCORPORATED) + + + + + COPYRIGHT, 1895 + + BY + + JOSEPH KNIGHT COMPANY + + * * * * * + + + + +CONTENTS + + +CHAPTER I. +"Last noon beheld them full of life, +Last eve in beauty's circle proudly gay." + +CHAPTER II. +"And he wandered away and away +With Nature, the dear old nurse." + +CHAPTER III. +"If studious, copie fair what time hath blurred, +Redeem truth from his jawes." + +CHAPTER IV. +"Greater love hath no man than this, that a man +lay down his life for his friends." + +CHAPTER V. +"Then, said he, 'I am going to my Father's.'" + +CHAPTER VI. +"Und so ist der blaue Himmel grösser als jedes +Gewölk darin, und dauerhafter dazu." + + * * * * * + + + + +ILLUSTRATIONS + + +"BUT SHE REMEMBERED THE LITTLE MISS JESSAMINE" _Frontispiece_ + +TITLEPAGE + +"NEXT DAY JANE HAD HEARD MORE" + +AT THE POND + +"JACKANAPES COULD HARDLY SLEEP FOR SPECULATING" + +"HE WAS DISPOSED TO TALK CONFIDENTIALLY" + +THE GENERAL'S GRANDSON + +THE BOY TRUMPETER + +TAILPIECE + +FINIS + + * * * * * + + "_If I might buffet for my love, or bound my horse for her + favors, I could lay on like a butcher, and sit like a + Jackanapes, never off_!" + +KING HENRY V, Act 5, Scene 2. + + * * * * * + + + + +JACKANAPES + +CHAPTER I. + + Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, + Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, + The midnight brought the signal sound of strife, + The morn the marshalling in arms--the day + Battle's magnificently stern array! + The thunder clouds close o'er it, which when rent + The earth is covered thick with other clay, + Which her own clay shall cover, heaped and pent, + Rider and horse:--friend, foe,--in one red burial blent. + + Their praise is hymn'd by loftier harps than mine: + Yet one would I select from that proud throng. + ---- to thee, to thousands, of whom each + And one as all a ghastly gap did make + In his own kind and kindred, whom to teach + Forgetfulness were mercy for their sake; + The Archangel's trump, not glory's, must awake + Those whom they thirst for.--BYRON. + + +Two Donkeys and the Geese lived on the Green, and all other residents +of any social standing lived in houses round it. The houses had no +names. Everybody's address was, "The Green," but the Postman and the +people of the place knew where each family lived. As to the rest of +the world, what has one to do with the rest of the world, when he is +safe at home on his own Goose Green? Moreover, if a stranger did come +on any lawful business, he might ask his way at the shop. + +Most of the inhabitants were long-lived, early deaths (like that of +the little Miss Jessamine) being exceptional; and most of the old +people were proud of their age, especially the sexton, who would be +ninety-nine come Martinmas, and whose father remembered a man who had +carried arrows, as a boy, for the battle of Flodden Field. The Grey +Goose and the big Miss Jessamine were the only elderly persons who +kept their ages secret. Indeed, Miss Jessamine never mentioned any +one's age, or recalled the exact year in which anything had happened. +She said that she had been taught that it was bad manners to do so "in +a mixed assembly." + +The Grey Goose also avoided dates, but this was partly because her +brain, though intelligent, was not mathematical, and computation was +beyond her. She never got farther than "last Michaelmas," "the +Michaelmas before that," and "the Michaelmas before the Michaelmas +before that." After this her head, which was small, became confused, +and she said, "Ga, ga!" and changed the subject. + +But she remembered the little Miss Jessamine, the Miss Jessamine with +the "conspicuous" hair. Her aunt, the big Miss Jessamine, said it was +her only fault. The hair was clean, was abundant, was glossy, but do +what you would with it, it never looked like other people's. And at +church, after Saturday night's wash, it shone like the best brass +fender after a Spring cleaning. In short, it was conspicuous, which +does not become a young woman--especially in church. + +Those were worrying times altogether, and the Green was used for +strange purposes. A political meeting was held on it with the village +Cobbler in the chair, and a speaker who came by stage coach from the +town, where they had wrecked the bakers' shops, and discussed the +price of bread. He came a second time, by stage, but the people had +heard something about him in the meanwhile, and they did not keep him +on the Green. They took him to the pond and tried to make him swim, +which he could not do, and the whole affair was very disturbing to all +quiet and peaceable fowls. After which another man came, and preached +sermons on the Green, and a great many people went to hear him; for +those were "trying times," and folk ran hither and thither for +comfort. And then what did they do but drill the ploughboys on the +Green, to get them ready to fight the French, and teach them the +goose-step! However, that came to an end at last, for Bony was sent to +St. Helena, and the ploughboys were sent back to the plough. + +Everybody lived in fear of Bony in those days, especially the naughty +children, who were kept in order during the day by threats of, "Bony +shall have you," and who had nightmares about him in the dark. They +thought he was an Ogre in a cocked hat. The Grey Goose thought he was +a fox, and that all the men of England were going out in red coats to +hunt him. It was no use to argue the point, for she had a very small +head, and when one idea got into it there was no room for another. + +Besides, the Grey Goose never saw Bony, nor did the children, which +rather spoilt the terror of him, so that the Black Captain became more +effective as a Bogy with hardened offenders. The Grey Goose remembered +_his_ coming to the place perfectly. What he came for she did not +pretend to know. It was all part and parcel of the war and bad times. +He was called the Black Captain, partly because of himself, and partly +because of his wonderful black mare. Strange stories were afloat of +how far and how fast that mare could go, when her master's hand was on +her mane and he whispered in her ear. Indeed, some people thought we +might reckon ourselves very lucky if we were not out of the frying-pan +into the fire, and had not got a certain well-known Gentleman of the +Road to protect us against the French. But that, of course, made him +none the less useful to the Johnson's Nurse, when the little Miss +Johnsons were naughty. + +"You leave off crying this minnit, Miss Jane, or I'll give you right +away to that horrid wicked officer. Jemima! just look out o' the +windy, if you please, and see if the Black Cap'n's a-com-ing with his +horse to carry away Miss Jane." + +And there, sure enough, the Black Captain strode by, with his sword +clattering as if it did not know whose head to cut off first. But he +did not call for Miss Jane that time. He went on to the Green, where +he came so suddenly upon the eldest Master Johnson, sitting in a +puddle on purpose, in his new nankeen skeleton suit, that the young +gentleman thought judgment had overtaken him at last, and abandoned +himself to the howlings of despair. His howls were redoubled when he +was clutched from behind and swung over the Black Captain's shoulder, +but in five minutes his tears were stanched, and he was playing with +the officer's accoutrements. All of which the Grey Goose saw with her +own eyes, and heard afterwards that that bad boy had been whining to +go back to the Black Captain ever since, which showed how hardened he +was, and that nobody but Bonaparte himself could be expected to do him +any good. + +But those were "trying times." It was bad enough when the pickle of a +large and respectable family cried for the Black Captain; when it came +to the little Miss Jessamine crying for him, one felt that the sooner +the French landed and had done with it the better. + +The big Miss Jessamine's objection to him was that he was a soldier, +and this prejudice was shared by all the Green. "A soldier," as the +speaker from the town had observed, "is a bloodthirsty, unsettled sort +of a rascal; that the peaceable, home-loving, bread-winning citizen +can never conscientiously look on as a brother, till he has beaten his +sword into a ploughshare, and his spear into a pruning-hook." + +On the other hand there was some truth in what the Postman (an old +soldier) said in reply; that the sword has to cut a way for us out of +many a scrape into which our bread-winners get us when they drive +their ploughshares into fallows that don't belong to them. Indeed, +whilst our most peaceful citizens were prosperous chiefly by means of +cotton, of sugar, and of the rise and fall of the money-market (not to +speak of such salable matters as opium, firearms, and "black ivory"), +disturbances were apt to arise in India, Africa and other outlandish +parts, where the fathers of our domestic race were making fortunes for +their families. And, for that matter, even on the Green, we did not +wish the military to leave us in the lurch, so long as there was any +fear that the French were coming.[1] + +[Footnote 1: "The political men declare war, and generally for +commercial interests; but when the nation is thus embroiled with its +neighbors the soldier ... draws the sword, at the command of his +country.... One word as to thy comparison of military and commercial +persons. What manner of men be they who have supplied the Caffres with +the firearms and ammunition to maintain their savage and deplorable +wars? Assuredly they are not military.... Cease then, if thou would'st +be counted among the just, to vilify soldiers."--W. NAPIER, Lieut. +General, _November_, 1851.] + +To let the Black Captain have little Miss Jessamine, however, was +another matter. Her Aunt would not hear of it; and then, to crown all, +it appeared that the Captain's father did not think the young lady +good enough for his son. Never was any affair more clearly brought to +a conclusion. + +But those were "trying times;" and one moon-light night, when the Grey +Goose was sound asleep upon one leg, the Green was rudely shaken under +her by the thud of a horse's feet. "Ga, ga!" said she, putting down +the other leg, and running away. + +By the time she returned to her place not a thing was to be seen or +heard. The horse had passed like a shot. But next day, there was +hurrying and skurrying and cackling at a very early hour, all about +the white house with the black beams, where Miss Jessamine lived. And +when the sun was so low, and the shadows so long on the grass that the +Grey Goose felt ready to run away at the sight of her own neck, little +Miss Jane Johnson, and her "particular friend" Clarinda, sat under the +big oak-tree on the Green, and Jane pinched Clarinda's little finger +till she found that she could keep a secret, and then she told her in +confidence that she had heard from Nurse and Jemima that Miss +Jessamine's niece had been a very naughty girl, and that that horrid +wicked officer had come for her on his black horse, and carried her +right away. + +[Illustration] + +"Will she never come back?" asked Clarinda. + +"Oh, no!" said Jane decidedly. "Bony never brings people back." + +"Not never no more?" sobbed Clarinda, for she was weak-minded, and +could not bear to think that Bony never, never let naughty people go +home again. + +Next day Jane had heard more. + +"He has taken her to a Green?" + +"A Goose Green?" asked Clarinda. + +"No. A Gretna Green. Don't ask so many questions, child," said Jane; +who, having no more to tell, gave herself airs. + +Jane was wrong on one point. Miss Jessamine's niece did come back, and +she and her husband were forgiven. The Grey Goose remembered it well, +it was Michaelmastide, the Michaelmas before the Michaelmas before the +Michaelmas--but ga, ga! What does the date matter? It was autumn, +harvest-time, and everybody was so busy prophesying and praying about +the crops, that the young couple wandered through the lanes, and got +blackberries for Miss Jessamine's celebrated crab and blackberry jam, +and made guys of themselves with bryony-wreaths, and not a soul +troubled his head about them, except the children, and the Postman. +The children dogged the Black Captain's footsteps (his bubble +reputation as an Ogre having burst), clamoring for a ride on the black +mare. And the Postman would go somewhat out of his postal way to catch +the Captain's dark eye, and show that he had not forgotten how to +salute an officer. + +But they were "trying times." One afternoon the black mare was +stepping gently up and down the grass, with her head at her master's +shoulder, and as many children crowded on to her silky back as if she +had been an elephant in a menagerie; and the next afternoon she +carried him away, sword and _sabre-tache_ clattering war-music at her +side, and the old Postman waiting for them, rigid with salutation, at +the four cross roads. + +War and bad times! It was a hard winter, and the big Miss Jessamine +and the little Miss Jessamine (but she was Mrs. Black-Captain now), +lived very economically that they might help their poorer neighbors. +They neither entertained nor went into company, but the young lady +always went up the village as far as the _George and Dragon_, for air +and exercise, when the London Mail[2] came in. + +[Footnote 2: The Mail Coach it was that distributed over the face of +the land, like the opening of apocalyptic vials, the heart-shaking +news of Trafalgar, of Salamanca, of Vittoria, of Waterloo.... The +grandest chapter of our experience, within the whole Mail Coach +service, was on those occasions when we went down from London with the +news of Victory. Five years of life it was worth paying down for the +privilege of an outside place. + +DE QUINCEY.] + +One day (it was a day in the following June) it came in earlier than +usual, and the young lady was not there to meet it. + +But a crowd soon gathered round the _George and Dragon_, gaping to see +the Mail Coach dressed with flowers and oak-leaves, and the guard +wearing a laurel wreath over and above his royal livery. The ribbons +that decked the horses were stained and flecked with the warmth and +foam of the pace at which they had come, for they had pressed on with +the news of Victory. + +Miss Jessamine was sitting with her niece under the oak-tree on the +Green, when the Postman put a newspaper silently into her hand. Her +niece turned quickly--"Is there news?" + +"Don't agitate yourself, my dear," said her aunt. "I will read it +aloud, and then we can enjoy it together; a far more comfortable +method, my love, than when you go up the village, and come home out of +breath, having snatched half the news as you run." + +"I am all attention, dear aunt," said the little lady, clasping her +hands tightly on her lap. + +Then Miss Jessamine read aloud--she was proud of her reading--and the +old soldier stood at attention behind her, with such a blending of +pride and pity on his face as it was strange to see:-- + +"DOWNING STREET, + +"_June_ 22, 1815, 1 A.M." + +"That's one in the morning," gasped the Postman; "beg your pardon, +mum." + +But though he apologized, he could not refrain from echoing here and +there a weighty word. "Glorious victory,"--"Two hundred pieces of +artillery,"--"Immense quantity of ammunition,"--and so forth. + + "The loss of the British Army upon this occasion has + unfortunately been most severe. It had not been possible to + make out a return of the killed and wounded when Major Percy + left headquarters. The names of the officers killed and + wounded, as far as they can be collected, are annexed. + +"I have the honor ----" + +"The list, aunt! Read the list!" + +"My love--my darling--let us go in and--" + +"No. Now! now!" + +To one thing the supremely afflicted are entitled in their sorrow--to +be obeyed--and yet it is the last kindness that people commonly will +do them. But Miss Jessamine did. Steadying her voice, as best she +might, she read on, and the old soldier stood bareheaded to hear that +first Roll of the Dead at Waterloo, which began with the Duke of +Brunswick, and ended with Ensign Brown.[3] Five-and-thirty British +Captains fell asleep that day on the bed of Honor, and the Black +Captain slept among them. + +[Footnote 3: "Brunswick's fated chieftain" fell at Quatre Bras, the +day before Waterloo, but this first (very imperfect) list, as it +appeared in the newspapers of the day, did begin with his name, and +end with that of an Ensign Brown.] + + * * * * * + +There are killed and wounded by war, of whom no returns reach Downing +Street. + +Three days later, the Captain's wife had joined him, and Miss +Jessamine was kneeling by the cradle of their orphan son, a purple-red +morsel of humanity, with conspicuously golden hair. + +"Will he live, Doctor?" + +"Live? GOD bless my soul, ma'am! Look at him! The young Jackanapes!" + + + + +CHAPTER II. + + And he wandered away and away + With Nature, the dear old Nurse. + +LONGFELLOW. + + +The Grey Goose remembered quite well the year that Jackanapes began +to walk, for it was the year that the speckled hen for the first time +in all her motherly life got out of patience when she was sitting. She +had been rather proud of the eggs--they are unusually large--but she +never felt quite comfortable on them; and whether it was because she +used to get cramp, and got off the nest, or because the season was +bad, or what, she never could tell, but every egg was addled but one, +and the one that did hatch gave her more trouble than any chick she +had ever reared. + +It was a fine, downy, bright yellow little thing, but it had a +monstrous big nose and feet, and such an ungainly walk as she knew no +other instance of in her well-bred and high-stepping family. And as to +behavior, it was not that it was either quarrelsome or moping, but +simply unlike the rest. When the other chicks hopped and cheeped on +the Green all at their mother's feet, this solitary yellow one went +waddling off on its own responsibility, and do or cluck what the +spreckled hen would, it went to play in the pond. + +It was off one day as usual, and the hen was fussing and fuming after +it, when the Postman, going to deliver a letter at Miss Jessamine's +door, was nearly knocked over by the good lady herself, who, bursting +out of the house with her cap just off and her bonnet just not on, +fell into his arms, crying-- + +"Baby! Baby! Jackanapes! Jackanapes!" + +If the Postman loved anything on earth, he loved the Captain's +yellow-haired child, so propping Miss Jessamine against her own +door-post, he followed the direction of her trembling fingers and made +for the Green. + +Jackanapes had had the start of the Postman by nearly ten minutes. The +world--the round green world with an oak tree on it--was just becoming +very interesting to him. He had tried, vigorously but ineffectually, +to mount a passing pig the last time he was taken out walking; but +then he was encumbered with a nurse. Now he was his own master, and +might, by courage and energy, become the master of that delightful, +downy, dumpy, yellow thing, that was bobbing along over the green +grass in front of him. Forward! Charge! He aimed well, and grabbed it, +but only to feel the delicious downiness and dumpiness slipping +through his fingers as he fell upon his face. "Quawk!" said the yellow +thing, and wobbled off sideways. It was this oblique movement that +enabled Jackanapes to come up with it, for it was bound for the Pond, +and therefore obliged to come back into line. He failed again from +top-heaviness, and his prey escaped sideways as before, and, as +before, lost ground in getting back to the direct road to the Pond. + +[Illustration] + +And at the Pond the Postman found them both, one yellow thing rocking +safely on the ripples that lie beyond duck-weed, and the other washing +his draggled frock with tears, because he too had tried to sit upon +the Pond, and it wouldn't hold him. + + + + +CHAPTER III. + + ... If studious, copie fair what time hath blurred, + Redeem truth from his jawes; if souldier, + Chase brave employments with a naked sword + Throughout the world. Fool not; for all may have, + If they dare try, a glorious life, or grave. + + * * * * * + + In brief, acquit thee bravely: play the man. Look not on + pleasures as they come, but go. Defer not the least vertue: + life's poore span Make not an ell, by trifling in thy woe. If + thou do ill, the joy fades, not the pains. If well, the pain + doth fade, the joy remains. + +GEORGE HERBERT. + + +Young Mrs. Johnson, who was a mother of many, hardly knew which to +pity more; Miss Jessamine for having her little ways and her +antimacassars rumpled by a young Jackanapes; or the boy himself, for +being brought up by an old maid. + +Oddly enough, she would probably have pitied neither, had Jackanapes +been a girl. (One is so apt to think that what works smoothest works +to the highest ends, having no patience for the results of friction.) +That Father in GOD, who bade the young men to be pure, and the maidens +brave, greatly disturbed a member of his congregation, who thought +that the great preacher had made a slip of the tongue. + +"That the girls should have purity, and the boys courage, is what you +would say, good Father?" + +"Nature has done that," was the reply; "I meant what I said." + +In good sooth, a young maid is all the better for learning some +robuster virtues than maidenliness and not to move the antimacassars. +And the robuster virtues require some fresh air and freedom. As, on +the other hand, Jackanapes (who had a boy's full share of the little +beast and the young monkey in his natural composition) was none the +worse, at his tender years, for learning some maidenliness--so far as +maidenliness means decency, pity, unselfishness and pretty behavior. + +And it is due to him to say that he was an obedient boy, and a boy +whose word could be depended on, long before his grandfather the +General came to live at the Green. + +He was obedient; that is he did what his great aunt told him. But--oh +dear! oh dear!--the pranks he played, which it had never entered into +her head to forbid! + +It was when he had just been put into skeletons (frocks never suited +him) that he became very friendly with Master Tony Johnson, a younger +brother of the young gentleman who sat in the puddle on purpose. Tony +was not enterprising, and Jackanapes led him by the nose. One summer's +evening they were out late, and Miss Jessamine was becoming anxious, +when Jackanapes presented himself with a ghastly face all besmirched +with tears. He was unusually subdued. + +"I'm afraid," he sobbed; "if you please, I'm very much afraid that +Tony Johnson's dying in the churchyard." + +Miss Jessamine was just beginning to be distracted, when she smelt +Jackanapes. + +"You naughty, naughty boys! Do you mean to tell me that you've been +smoking?" + +"Not pipes," urged Jackanapes; "upon my honor, Aunty, not pipes. Only +segars like Mr. Johnson's! and only made of brown paper with a very, +very little tobacco from the shop inside them." + +Whereupon, Miss Jessamine sent a servant to the churchyard, who found +Tony Johnson lying on a tomb-stone, very sick, and having ceased to +entertain any hopes of his own recovery. + +If it could be possible that any "unpleasantness" could arise between +two such amiable neighbors as Miss Jessamine and Mrs. Johnson--and if +the still more incredible paradox can be that ladies may differ over a +point on which they are agreed--that point was the admitted fact that +Tony Johnson was "delicate," and the difference lay chiefly in this: +Mrs. Johnson said that Tony was delicate--meaning that he was more +finely strung, more sensitive, a properer subject for pampering and +petting than Jackanapes, and that, consequently, Jackanapes was to +blame for leading Tony into scrapes which resulted in his being +chilled, frightened, or (most frequently) sick. But when Miss +Jessamine said that Tony Johnson was delicate, she meant that he was +more puling, less manly, and less healthily brought up than +Jackanapes, who, when they got into mischief together, was certainly +not to blame because his friend could not get wet, sit a kicking +donkey, ride in the giddy-go-round, bear the noise of a cracker, or +smoke brown paper with impunity, as he could. + +Not that there was ever the slightest quarrel between the ladies. It +never even came near it, except the day after Tony had been so very +sick with riding Bucephalus in the giddy-go-round. Mrs. Johnson had +explained to Miss Jessamine that the reason Tony was so easily upset, +was the unusual sensitiveness (as a doctor had explained it to her) of +the nervous centres in her family--"Fiddlestick!" So Mrs. Johnson +understood Miss Jessamine to say, but it appeared that she only said +"Treaclestick!" which is quite another thing, and of which Tony was +undoubtedly fond. + +[Illustration] + +It was at the fair that Tony was made ill by riding on Bucephalus. +Once a year the Goose Green became the scene of a carnival. First of +all, carts and caravans were rumbling up all along, day and night. +Jackanapes could hear them as he lay in bed, and could hardly sleep +for speculating what booths and whirligigs he should find fairly +established, when he and his dog Spitfire went out after breakfast. As +a matter of fact, he seldom had to wait long for news of the Fair. The +Postman knew the window out of which Jackanapes' yellow head would +come, and was ready with his report. + +"Royal Theayter, Master Jackanapes, in the old place, but be careful +o' them seats, sir; they're rickettier than ever. Two sweets and a +ginger-beer under the oak tree, and the Flying Boats is just a-coming +along the road." + +No doubt it was partly because he had already suffered severely in the +Flying Boats, that Tony collapsed so quickly in the giddy-go-round. He +only mounted Bucephalus (who was spotted, and had no tail) because +Jackanapes urged him, and held out the ingenious hope that the +round-and-round feeling would very likely cure the up-and-down +sensation. It did not, however, and Tony tumbled off during the first +revolution. + +Jackanapes was not absolutely free from qualms, but having once +mounted the Black Prince he stuck to him as a horseman should. During +the first round he waved his hat, and observed with some concern that +the Black Prince had lost an ear since last Fair; at the second, he +looked a little pale but sat upright, though somewhat unnecessarily +rigid; at the third round he shut his eyes. During the fourth his hat +fell off, and he clasped his horse's neck. By the fifth he had laid +his yellow head against the Black Prince's mane, and so clung anyhow +till the hobby-horses stopped, when the proprietor assisted him to +alight, and he sat down rather suddenly and said he had enjoyed it +very much. + +The Grey Goose always ran away at the first approach of the caravans, +and never came back to the Green till there was nothing left of the +Fair but footmarks and oyster-shells. Running away was her pet +principle; the only system, she maintained, by which you can live long +and easily, and lose nothing. If you run away when you see danger, you +can come back when all is safe. Run quickly, return slowly, hold your +head high, and gabble as loud as you can, and you'll preserve the +respect of the Goose Green to a peaceful old age. Why should you +struggle and get hurt, if you can lower your head and swerve, and not +lose a feather? Why in the world should any one spoil the pleasure of +life, or risk his skin, if he can help it? + + "'What's the use' + Said the Goose." + +Before answering which one might have to consider what world--which +life--whether his skin were a goose-skin; but the Grey Goose's head +would never have held all that. + +Grass soon grows over footprints, and the village children took the +oyster-shells to trim their gardens with; but the year after Tony rode +Bucephalus there lingered another relic of Fairtime, in which +Jackanapes was deeply interested. "The Green" proper was originally +only part of a straggling common, which in its turn merged into some +wilder waste land where gipsies sometimes squatted if the authorities +would allow them, especially after the annual Fair. And it was after +the Fair that Jackanapes, out rambling by himself, was knocked over by +the Gipsy's son riding the Gipsy's red-haired pony at break-neck pace +across the common. + +Jackanapes got up and shook himself, none the worse, except for being +heels over head in love with the red-haired pony. What a rate he went +at! How he spurned the ground with his nimble feet! How his red coat +shone in the sunshine! And what bright eyes peeped out of his dark +forelock as it was blown by the wind! + +The Gipsy boy had had a fright, and he was willing enough to reward +Jackanapes for not having been hurt, by consenting to let him have a +ride. + +"Do you mean to kill the little fine gentleman, and swing us all on +the gibbet, you rascal?" screamed the Gipsy-mother, who came up just +as Jackanapes and the pony set off. + +"He would get on," replied her son. "It'll not kill him. He'll fall on +his yellow head, and it's as tough as a cocoanut." + +But Jackanapes did not fall. He stuck to the red-haired pony as he had +stuck to the hobbyhorse; but oh, how different the delight of this +wild gallop with flesh and blood! Just as his legs were beginning to +feel as if he did not feel them, the Gipsy boy cried "Lollo!" Round +went the pony so unceremoniously, that, with as little ceremony, +Jackanapes clung to his neck, and he did not properly recover himself +before Lollo stopped with a jerk at the place where they had started. + +"Is his name Lollo?" asked Jackanapes, his hand lingering in the wiry +mane. + +"Yes." + +"What does Lollo mean?" + +"Red." + +"Is Lollo your pony?" + +"No. My father's." And the Gipsy boy led Lollo away. + +At the first opportunity Jackanapes stole away again to the common. +This time he saw the Gipsy-father, smoking a dirty pipe. + +"Lollo is your pony, isn't he?" said Jackanapes. + +"Yes." + +"He's a very nice one." + +"He's a racer." + +"You don't want to sell him, do you?" + +"Fifteen pounds," said the Gipsy-father; and Jackanapes sighed and +went home again. That very afternoon he and Tony rode the two donkeys, +and Tony managed to get thrown, and even Jackanapes' donkey kicked. +But it was jolting, clumsy work after the elastic swiftness and the +dainty mischief of the red-haired pony. + +A few days later Miss Jessamine spoke very seriously to Jackanapes. +She was a good deal agitated as she told him that his grandfather, the +General, was coming to the Green, and that he must be on his very best +behavior during the visit. If it had been feasible to leave off +calling him Jackanapes and to get used to his baptismal name of +Theodore before the day after to-morrow (when the General was due), it +would have been satisfactory. But Miss Jessamine feared it would be +impossible in practice, and she had scruples about it on principle. It +would not seem quite truthful, although she had always most fully +intended that he should be called Theodore when he had outgrown the +ridiculous appropriateness of his nickname. The fact was that he had +not outgrown it, but he must take care to remember who was meant when +his grandfather said Theodore. + +Indeed for that matter he must take care all along. + +"You are apt to be giddy, Jackanapes," said Miss Jessamine. + +"Yes aunt," said Jackanapes, thinking of the hobby-horses. + +"You are a good boy, Jackanapes. Thank GOD, I can tell your +grandfather that. An obedient boy, an honorable boy, and a +kind-hearted boy. But you are--in short, you _are_ a Boy, Jackanapes. +And I hope,"--added Miss Jessamine, desperate with the results of +experience--"that the General knows that Boys will be Boys." + +What mischief could be foreseen, Jackanapes promised to guard against. +He was to keep his clothes and his hands clean, to look over his +catechism, not to put sticky things in his pockets, to keep that hair +of his smooth--("It's the wind that blows it, Aunty," said +Jackanapes--"I'll send by the coach for some bear's-grease," said Miss +Jessamine, tying a knot in her pocket-handkerchief)--not to burst in +at the parlor door, not to talk at the top of his voice, not to +crumple his Sunday frill, and to sit quite quiet during the sermon, to +be sure to say "sir" to the General, to be careful about rubbing his +shoes on the doormat, and to bring his lesson-books to his aunt at +once that she might iron down the dogs' ears. The General arrived, and +for the first day all went well, except that Jackanapes' hair was as +wild as usual, for the hair-dresser had no bear's-grease left. He +began to feel more at ease with his grandfather, and disposed to talk +confidentially with him, as he did with the Postman. All that the +General felt it would take too long to tell, but the result was the +same. He was disposed to talk confidentially with Jackanapes. + +[Illustration] + +"Mons'ous pretty place this," he said, looking out of the lattice on +to the Green, where the grass was vivid with sunset, and the shadows +were long and peaceful. + +"You should see it in Fair-week, sir," said Jackanapes, shaking his +yellow mop, and leaning back in his one of the two Chippendale +arm-chairs in which they sat. + +"A fine time that, eh?" said the General, with a twinkle in his left +eye. (The other was glass.) + +Jackanapes shook his hair once more. "I enjoyed this last one the best +of all," he said. "I'd so much money." + +"By George, it's not a common complaint in these bad times. How much +had ye?" + +"I'd two shillings. A new shilling Aunty gave me, and elevenpence I +had saved up, and a penny from the Postman--_sir_!" added Jackanapes +with a jerk, having forgotten it. + +"And how did ye spend it--_sir_?" inquired the General. Jackanapes +spread his ten fingers on the arms of his chair, and shut his eyes +that he might count the more conscientiously. + +"Watch-stand for Aunty, threepence. Trumpet for myself, twopence, +that's fivepence. Ginger-nuts for Tony, twopence, and a mug with a +Grenadier on for the Postman, fourpence, that's elevenpence. +Shooting-gallery a penny, that's a shilling. Giddy-go-round, a penny, +that's one and a penny. Treating Tony, one and twopence. Flying Boats +(Tony paid for himself), a penny, one and threepence. Shooting-gallery +again, one and fourpence; Fat Woman a penny, one and fivepence. +Giddy-go-round again, one and sixpence. Shooting-gallery, one and +sevenpence. Treating Tony, and then he wouldn't shoot, so I did, one +and eightpence. Living Skeleton, a penny--no, Tony treated me, the +Living Skeleton doesn't count. Skittles, a penny, one and ninepence. +Mermaid (but when we got inside she was dead), a penny, one and +tenpence. Theatre, a penny (Priscilla Partington, or the Green Lane +Murder. A beautiful young lady, sir, with pink cheeks and a real +pistol), that's one and elevenpence. Ginger beer, a penny (I _was_ so +thirsty!) two shillings. And then the Shooting-gallery man gave me a +turn for nothing, because, he said, I was a real gentleman, and spent +my money like a man." + +"So you do, sir, so you do!" cried the General. "Why, sir, you spend +it like a prince.--And now I suppose you've not got a penny in your +pocket?" + +"Yes I have," said Jackanapes. "Two pennies. They are saving up." And +Jackanapes jingled them with his hand. + +"You don't want money except at fair-times, I suppose?" said the +General. + +Jackanapes shook his mop. + +"If I could have as much as I want, I should know what to buy," said +he. + +"And how much do you want, if you could get it?" + +"Wait a minute, sir, till I think what twopence from fifteen pounds +leaves. Two from nothing you can't, but borrow twelve. Two from +twelve, ten, and carry one. Please remember ten, sir, when I ask you. +One from nothing you can't, borrow twenty. One from twenty, nineteen, +and carry one. One from fifteen, fourteen. Fourteen pounds nineteen +and--what did I tell you to remember?" + +"Ten," said the General. + +"Fourteen pounds nineteen shillings and tenpence then, is what I +want," said Jackanapes. + +"Bless my soul, what for?" + +"To buy Lollo with. Lollo means red, sir. The Gipsy's red-haired pony, +sir. Oh, he is beautiful! You should see his coat in the sunshine! You +should see his mane! You should see his tail! Such little feet, sir, +and they go like lightning! Such a dear face, too, and eyes like a +mouse! But he's a racer, and the Gipsy wants fifteen pounds for him." + +"If he's a racer, you couldn't ride him. Could you?" + +"No--o, sir, but I can stick to him. I did the other day." + +"You did, did you? Well, I'm fond of riding myself, and if the beast +is as good as you say, he might suit me." + +"You're too tall for Lollo, I think," said Jackanapes, measuring his +grandfather with his eye. + +"I can double up my legs, I suppose. We'll have a look at him +to-morrow." + +"Don't you weigh a good deal?" asked Jackanapes. + +"Chiefly waistcoats," said the General, slapping the breast of his +military frock-coat. "We'll have the little racer on the Green the +first thing in the morning. Glad you mentioned it, grandson. Glad you +mentioned it." + +The General was as good as his word. Next morning the Gipsy and Lollo, +Miss Jessamine, Jackanapes and his grandfather and his dog Spitfire, +were all gathered at one end of the Green in a group, which so aroused +the innocent curiosity of Mrs. Johnson, as she saw it from one of her +upper windows, that she and the children took their early promenade +rather earlier than usual. The General talked to the Gipsy, and +Jackanapes fondled Lollo's mane, and did not know whether he should be +more glad or miserable if his grandfather bought him. + +"Jackanapes!" + +"Yes, sir!" + +"I've bought Lollo, but I believe you were right. He hardly stands +high enough for me. If you can ride him to the other end of the Green, +I'll give him to you." + +How Jackanapes tumbled on to Lollo's back he never knew. He had just +gathered up the reins when the Gipsy-father took him by the arm. + +"If you want to make Lollo go fast, my little gentleman--" + +"_I_ can make him go!" said Jackanapes, and drawing from his pocket +the trumpet he had bought in the fair, he blew a blast both loud and +shrill. + +Away went Lollo, and away went Jackanapes' hat. His golden hair flew +out an aureole from which his cheeks shone red and distended with +trumpeting. Away went Spitfire, mad with the rapture of the race, and +the wind in his silky ears. Away went the geese, the cocks, the hens, +and the whole family of Johnson. Lucy clung to her mamma, Jane saved +Emily by the gathers of her gown, and Tony saved himself by a +somersault. + +The Grey Goose was just returning when Jackanapes and Lollo rode back, +Spitfire panting behind. + +"Good, my little gentleman, good!" said the Gipsy. "You were born to +the saddle. You've the flat thigh, the strong knee, the wiry back, +and the light caressing hand, all you want is to learn the whisper. +Come here!" + +"What was that dirty fellow talking about, grandson?" asked the +General. + +"I can't tell you, sir. It's a secret." + +They were sitting in the window again, in the two Chippendale +arm-chairs, the General devouring every line of his grandson's face, +with strange spasms crossing his own. + +"You must love your aunt very much, Jackanapes?" + +"I do, sir," said Jackanapes warmly. + +"And whom do you love next best to your aunt?" + +The ties of blood were pressing very strongly on the General himself, +and perhaps he thought of Lollo. But Love is not bought in a day, even +with fourteen pounds nineteen shillings and tenpence. Jackanapes +answered quite readily, "The Postman." + +"Why the Postman?" + +"He knew my father," said Jackanapes, "and he tells me about him, and +about his black mare. My father was a soldier, a brave soldier. He +died at Waterloo. When I grow up I want to be a soldier too." + +"So you shall, my boy. So you shall." + +"Thank you, grandfather. Aunty doesn't want me to be a soldier for +fear of being killed." + +"Bless my life! Would she have you get into a feather-bed and stay +there? Why, you might be killed by a thunderbolt, if you were a +butter-merchant!" + +"So I might. I shall tell her so. What a funny fellow you are, sir! I +say, do you think my father knew the Gipsy's secret? The Postman says +he used to whisper to his black mare." + +"Your father was taught to ride as a child, by one of those horsemen +of the East who swoop and dart and wheel about a plain like swallows +in autumn. Grandson! Love me a little too. I can tell you more about +your father than the Postman can." + +"I do love you," said Jackanapes. "Before you came I was frightened. +I'd no notion you were so nice." + +"Love me always, boy, whatever I do or leave undone. And--GOD help +me--whatever you do or leave undone, I'll love you! There shall never be +a cloud between us for a day; no, sir, not for an hour. We're imperfect +enough, all of us, we needn't be so bitter; and life is uncertain enough +at its safest, we needn't waste its opportunities. Look at me! Here sit +I, after a dozen battles and some of the worst climates in the world, +and by yonder lych gate lies your mother, who didn't move five miles, I +suppose, from your aunt's apron-strings,--dead in her teens; my +golden-haired daughter, whom I never saw." + +Jackanapes was terribly troubled. + +"Don't cry, grandfather," he pleaded, his own blue eyes round with +tears. "I will love you very much, and I will try to be very good. But +I should like to be a soldier." + +"You shall, my boy, you shall. You've more claims for a commission +than you know of. Cavalry, I suppose; eh, ye young Jackanapes? Well, +well; if you live to be an honor to your country, this old-heart +shall grow young again with pride for you; and if you die in the +service of your country--GOD bless me, it can but break for ye!" + +And beating the region which he said was all waistcoats, as if they +stifled him, the old man got up and strode out on to the Green. + + + + +CHAPTER IV. + + "Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his + life for his friends."--JOHN XV. 13. + + +Twenty and odd years later the Grey Goose was still alive, and in full +possession of her faculties, such as they were. She lived slowly and +carefully, and she lived long. So did Miss Jessamine; but the General +was dead. + +He had lived on the Green for many years, during which he and the +Postman saluted each other with a punctiliousness that it almost +drilled one to witness. He would have completely spoiled Jackanapes if +Miss Jessamine's conscience would have let him; otherwise he somewhat +dragooned his neighbors, and was as positive about parish matters as a +ratepayer about the army. A stormy-tempered, tender-hearted soldier, +irritable with the suffering of wounds of which he never spoke, whom +all the village followed to his grave with tears. + +The General's death was a great shock to Miss Jessamine, and her +nephew stayed with her for some little time after the funeral. Then he +was obliged to join his regiment, which was ordered abroad. + +One effect of the conquest which the General had gained over the +affections of the village, was a considerable abatement of the popular +prejudice against "the military." Indeed the village was now somewhat +importantly represented in the army. There was the General himself, +and the Postman, and the Black Captain's tablet in the church, and +Jackanapes, and Tony Johnson, and a Trumpeter. + +[Illustration] + +Tony Johnson had no more natural taste for fighting than for riding, +but he was as devoted as ever to Jackanapes, and that was how it came +about that Mr. Johnson bought him a commission in the same cavalry +regiment that the General's grandson (whose commission had been given +him by the Iron Duke) was in, and that he was quite content to be the +butt of the mess where Jackanapes was the hero; and that when +Jackanapes wrote home to Miss Jessamine, Tony wrote with the same +purpose to his mother; namely, to demand her congratulations that they +were on active service at last, and were ordered to the front. And he +added a postscript to the effect that she could have no idea how +popular Jackanapes was, nor how splendidly he rode the wonderful red +charger whom he had named after his old friend Lollo. + + * * * * * + +"Sound Retire!" + +A Boy Trumpeter, grave with the weight of responsibilities and +accoutrements beyond his years, and stained, so that his own mother +would not have known him, with the sweat and dust of battle, did as he +was bid; and then pushing his trumpet pettishly aside, adjusted his +weary legs for the hundredth time to the horse which was a world too +big for him, and muttering, "'Tain't a pretty tune," tried to see +something of this, his first engagement, before it came to an end. + +Being literally in the thick of it, he could hardly have seen less or +known less of what happened in that particular skirmish if he had been +at home in England. For many good reasons; including dust and smoke, +and that what attention he dared distract from his commanding officer +was pretty well absorbed by keeping his hard-mouthed troop-horse in +hand, under pain of execration by his neighbors in the mêlée. +By-and-by, when the newspapers came out, if he could get a look at one +before it was thumbed to bits, he would learn that the enemy had +appeared from ambush in overwhelming numbers, and that orders had been +given to fall back, which was done slowly and in good order, the men +fighting as they retired. + +Born and bred on the Goose Green, the youngest of Mr. Johnson's +gardener's numerous off-spring, the boy had given his family "no +peace" till they let him "go for a soldier" with Master Tony and +Master Jackanapes. They consented at last, with more tears than they +shed when an elder son was sent to jail for poaching, and the boy was +perfectly happy in his life, and full of _esprit de corps_. It was +this which had been wounded by having to sound retreat for "the young +gentlemen's regiment," the first time he served with it before the +enemy, and he was also harassed by having completely lost sight of +Master Tony. There had been some hard fighting before the backward +movement began, and he had caught sight of him once, but not since. On +the other hand, all the pulses of his village pride had been stirred +by one or two visions of Master Jackanapes whirling about on his +wonderful horse. He had been easy to distinguish, since an eccentric +blow had bared his head without hurting it, for his close golden mop +of hair gleamed in the hot sunshine as brightly as the steel of the +sword flashing round it. + +Of the missiles that fell pretty thickly, the Boy Trumpeter did not +take much notice. First, one can't attend to everything, and his hands +were full. Secondly, one gets used to anything. Thirdly, experience +soon teaches one, in spite of proverbs, how very few bullets find +their billet. Far more unnerving is the mere suspicion of fear or even +of anxiety in the human mass around you. The Boy was beginning to +wonder if there were any dark reason for the increasing pressure, and +whether they would be allowed to move back more quickly, when the +smoke in front lifted for a moment, and he could see the plain, and +the enemy's line some two hundred yards away. + +[Illustration] + +And across the plain between them, he saw Master Jackanapes galloping +alone at the top of Lollo's speed, their faces to the enemy, his +golden head at Lollo's ear. + +But at this moment noise and smoke seemed to burst out on every side, +the officer shouted to him to sound retire, and between trumpeting and +bumping about on his horse, he saw and heard no more of the incidents +of his first battle. + +Tony Johnson was always unlucky with horses, from the days of the +giddy-go-round onwards. On this day--of all days in the year--his own +horse was on the sick list, and he had to ride an inferior, +ill-conditioned beast, and fell off that, at the very moment when it +was a matter of life or death to be able to ride away. The horse fell +on him, but struggled up again, and Tony managed to keep hold of it. +It was in trying to remount that he discovered, by helplessness and +anguish, that one of his legs was crushed and broken, and that no feat +of which he was master would get him into the saddle. Not able even to +stand alone, awkwardly, agonizingly unable to mount his restive horse, +his life was yet so strong within him! And on one side of him rolled +the dust and smoke-cloud of his advancing foe, and on the other, that +which covered his retreating friends. + +He turned one piteous gaze after them, with a bitter twinge, not of +reproach, but of loneliness; and then, dragging himself up by the side +of his horse, he turned the other way and drew out his pistol, and +waited for the end. Whether he waited seconds or minutes he never +knew, before some one gripped him by the arm. + +"_Jackanapes_! _GOD bless you_! It's my left leg. If you could get me +on--" + +It was like Tony's luck that his pistol went off at his horse's tail, +and made it plunge; but Jackanapes threw him across the saddle. + +"Hold on anyhow, and stick your spur in. I'll lead him. Keep your head +down, they're firing high." + +And Jackanapes laid his head down--to Lollo's ear. + +It was when they were fairly off, that a sudden upspringing of the +enemy in all directions had made it necessary to change the gradual +retirement of our force into as rapid a retreat as possible. And when +Jackanapes became aware of this, and felt the lagging and swerving of +Tony's horse, he began to wish he had thrown his friend across his own +saddle, and left their lives to Lollo. + +When Tony became aware of it, several things came into his head. +1. That the dangers of their ride for life were now more than doubled. +2. That if Jackanapes and Lollo were not burdened with him they would +undoubtedly escape. 3. That Jackanapes' life was infinitely valuable, +and his--Tony's--was not. 4. That this--if he could seize it--was the +supremest of all the moments in which he had tried to assume the +virtues which Jackanapes had by nature; and that if he could be +courageous and unselfish now-- + +He caught at his own reins and spoke very loud-- + +"Jackanapes! It won't do. You and Lollo must go on. Tell the fellows I +gave you back to them, with all my heart. Jackanapes, if you love me, +leave me!" + +There was a daffodil light over the evening sky in front of them, and +it shone strangely on Jackanapes' hair and face. He turned with an odd +look in his eyes that a vainer man than Tony Johnson might have taken +for brotherly pride. Then he shook his mop and laughed at him. + +"_Leave you?_ To save my skin? No, Tony, not to save my soul!" + + + + +CHAPTER V. + + Mr. VALIANT _summoned. His will. His last words._ + + Then, said he, "I am going to my Father's.... My Sword I + give to him that shall succeed me in my Pilgrimage, and my + Courage and Skill to him that can get it." ... And as he + went down deeper, he said, "Grave, where is thy Victory?" + + So he passed over, and all the Trumpets sounded for him on + the other side. + +BUNYAN'S _Pilgrim's, Progress_. + + +Coming out of a hospital-tent, at headquarters, the surgeon cannonaded +against, and rebounded from, another officer; a sallow man, not young, +with a face worn more by ungentle experiences than by age; with weary +eyes that kept their own counsel, iron gray hair, and a moustache that +was as if a raven had laid its wing across his lips and sealed them. + +"Well?" + +"Beg pardon, Major. Didn't see you. Oh, compound fracture and bruises, +but it's all right. He'll pull through." + +"Thank GOD." + +It was probably an involuntary expression, for prayer and praise were +not much in the Major's line, as a jerk of the surgeon's head would +have betrayed to an observer. He was a bright little man, with his +feelings showing all over him, but with gallantry and contempt of +death enough for both sides of his profession; who took a cool head, a +white handkerchief and a case of instruments, where other men went +hot-blooded with weapons, and who was the biggest gossip, male or +female, of the regiment. Not even the Major's taciturnity daunted him. + +"Didn't think he'd as much pluck about him as he has. He'll do all +right if he doesn't fret himself into a fever about poor Jackanapes." + +"Whom are you talking about?" asked the Major hoarsely. + +"Young Johnson. He--" + +"What about Jackanapes?" + +"Don't you know? Sad business. Rode back for Johnson, and brought him +in; but, monstrous ill-luck, hit as they rode. Left lung--" + +"Will he recover?" + +"No. Sad business." "What a frame--what limbs--what health--and what +good looks? Finest young fellow--" + +"Where is he?" + +"In his own tent," said the surgeon sadly. + +The Major wheeled and left him. + + * * * * * + +"Can I do anything else for you?" + +"Nothing, thank you. Except--Major! I wish I could get you to +appreciate Johnson." + +"This is not an easy moment, Jackanapes." + +"Let me tell you, sir--_he_ never will--that if he could have driven +me from him, he would be lying yonder at this moment, and I should be +safe and sound." + +The Major laid his hand over his mouth, as if to keep back a wish he +would have been ashamed to utter. + +"I've known old Tony from a child. He's a fool on impulse, a good man +and a gentleman in principle. And he acts on principle, which it's not +every--some water, please! Thank you, sir. It's very hot, and yet +one's feet get uncommonly cold. Oh, thank you, thank you. He's no +fire-eater, but he has a trained conscience and a tender heart, and +he'll do his duty when a braver and more selfish man might fail you. +But he wants encouragement; and when I'm gone--" + +"He shall have encouragement. You have my word for it. Can I do +nothing else?" + +"Yes, Major. A favor." + +"Thank you, Jackanapes." + +"Be Lollo's master, and love him as well as you can. He's used to it." + +"Wouldn't you rather Johnson had him?" + +The blue eyes twinkled in spite of mortal pain. + +"Tony _rides_ on principle, Major. His legs are bolsters, and will be +to the end of the chapter. I couldn't insult dear Lollo, but if you +don't care--" + +"Whilst I live--which will be longer than I desire or deserve--Lollo +shall want nothing, but--you. I have too little tenderness for--my +dear boy, you're faint. Can you spare me for a moment?" + +"No, stay--Major!" + +"What? What?" + +"My head drifts so--if you wouldn't mind." + +"Yes! Yes!" + +"Say a prayer by me. Out loud please, I am getting deaf." + +"My dearest Jackanapes--my dear boy--" + +"One of the Church Prayers--Parade Service, you know--" + +"I see. But the fact is--GOD forgive me, Jackanapes--I'm a very +different sort of fellow to some of you youngsters. Look here, let me +fetch--" + +But Jackanapes' hand was in his, and it wouldn't let go. + +There was a brief and bitter silence. + +"'Pon my soul I can only remember the little one at the end." + +"Please," whispered Jackanapes. + +Pressed by the conviction that what little he could do it was his duty +to do, the Major--kneeling--bared his head, and spoke loudly, clearly, +and very reverently-- + +"The Grace of our Lord Jesus Christ--" + +Jackanapes moved his left hand to his right one, which still held the +Major's-- + +"--The love of GOD." + +And with that--Jackanapes died. + +[Illustration] + + + + +CHAPTER VI. + + "Und so ist der blaue Himmel grösser als jedes + Gewölk darin, und dauerhafter dazu." + +JEAN PAUL RICHTER. + + +Jackanapes' death was sad news for the Goose Green, a sorrow justly +qualified by honorable pride in his gallantry and devotion. Only the +Cobbler dissented, but that was his way. He said he saw nothing in it +but foolhardiness and vain-glory. They might both have been killed, +as easy as not, and then where would ye have been? A man's life was a +man's life, and one life was as good as another. No one would catch +him throwing his away. And, for that matter, Mrs. Johnson could spare +a child a great deal better than Miss Jessamine. + +But the parson preached Jackanapes' funeral sermon on the text, +"Whosoever will save his life shall lose it; and whosoever will lose +his life for My sake shall find it;" and all the village went and wept +to hear him. + +Nor did Miss Jessamine see her loss from the Cobbler's point of view. +On the contrary, Mrs. Johnson said she never to her dying day should +forget how, when she went to condole with her, the old lady came +forward, with gentle-womanly self-control, and kissed her, and thanked +GOD that her dear nephew's effort had been blessed with success, and +that this sad war had made no gap in her friend's large and happy home +circle. + +"But she's a noble, unselfish woman," sobbed Mrs. Johnson, "and she +taught Jackanapes to be the same, and that's how it is that my Tony +has been spared to me. And it must be sheer goodness in Miss +Jessamine, for what can she know of a mother's feelings? And I'm sure +most people seem to think that if you've a large family you don't know +one from another any more than they do, and that a lot of children are +like a lot of store-apples, if one's taken it won't be missed." + +Lollo--the first Lollo, the Gipsy's Lollo--very aged, draws Miss +Jessamine's bath-chair slowly up and down the Goose Green in the +sunshine. + +The Ex-postman walks beside him, which Lollo tolerates to the level of +his shoulder. If the Postman advances any nearer to his head, Lollo +quickens his pace, and were the Postman to persist in the injudicious +attempt, there is, as Miss Jessamine says, no knowing what might +happen. + +In the opinion of the Goose Green, Miss Jessamine has borne her +troubles "wonderfully." Indeed, to-day, some of the less delicate and +less intimate of those who see everything from the upper windows, say +(well behind her back) that "the old lady seems quite lively with her +military beaux again." + +The meaning of this is, that Captain Johnson is leaning over one side +of her chair, whilst by the other bends a brother officer who is +staying with him, and who has manifested an extraordinary interest in +Lollo. He bends lower and lower, and Miss Jessamine calls to the +Postman to request Lollo to be kind enough to stop, whilst she is +fumbling for something which always hangs by her side, and has got +entangled with her spectacles. + +It is a two-penny trumpet, bought years ago in the village fair, and +over it she and Captain Johnson tell, as best they can, between them, +the story of Jackanapes' ride across the Goose Green; and how he won +Lollo--the Gipsy's Lollo--the racer Lollo--dear Lollo--faithful +Lollo--Lollo the never vanquished--Lollo the tender servant of his old +mistress. And Lollo's ears twitch at every mention of his name. + +Their hearer does not speak, but he never moves his eyes from the +trumpet, and when the tale is told, he lifts Miss Jessamine's hand and +presses his heavy black moustache in silence to her trembling fingers. + +The sun, setting gently to his rest, embroiders the sombre foliage of +the oak-tree with threads of gold. The Grey Goose is sensible of an +atmosphere of repose, and puts up one leg for the night. The grass +glows with a more vivid green, and, in answer to a ringing call from +Tony, his sisters, fluttering over the daisies in pale-hued muslins, +come out of their ever-open door, like pretty pigeons form a dovecote. + +And, if the good gossips' eyes do not deceive them, all the Miss +Johnsons, and both the officers, go wandering off into the lanes, +where bryony wreaths still twine about the brambles. + + * * * * * + +A sorrowful story, and ending badly? + +Nay, Jackanapes, for the end is not yet. + +A life wasted that might have been useful? + +Men who have died for men, in all ages, forgive the thought! + +There is a heritage of heroic example and noble obligation, not +reckoned in the Wealth of Nations, but essential to a nation's life; +the contempt of which, in any people, may, not slowly, mean even its +commercial fall. Very sweet are the uses of prosperity, the harvests +of peace and progress, the fostering sunshine of health and happiness, +and length of days in the land. + +But there be things--oh, sons of what has deserved the name of Great +Britain, forget it not!--"the good of" which and "the use of" which +are beyond all calculation of worldly goods and earthly uses; things +such as Love, and Honor, and the Soul of Man, which cannot be bought +with a price, and which do not die with death. 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Jackanapes + +Author: Juliana Horatio Ewing + +Illustrator: Amy Sacker + +Release Date: January 13, 2007 [EBook #20351] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK JACKANAPES *** + + + + +Produced by Juliet Sutherland and Sankar Viswanathan + + + + + +</pre> + + +<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/image_01.jpg" alt="Cover Page" width="500" height="704" /></div> +<p> </p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"><a name="pic_1" id="pic_1"></a><img src="images/image_02.jpg" width="500" height="634" alt="" /></div> +<p> </p> +<div class="figcenter"><a name="pic_01" id="pic_01"></a><img class="img1" src="images/title.jpg" alt="Title Page" width="400" height="654" /></div> + +<h1>JACKANAPES</h1> +<p> </p> + +<h3>By</h3> + +<h2>JULIANA HORATIO EWING</h2> + +<p> </p> + +<h4>Illustrated by</h4> +<h3>Amy Sacker</h3> +<p> </p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 125px;"> +<img src="images/seal.jpg" width="125" height="153" alt="Seal" /> +</div> +<p> </p> +<p> </p> +<h3 >BOSTON</h3> +<h3 >L. C. PAGE and COMPANY</h3> +<h4 >(INCORPORATED)</h4> +<p> </p> +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Copyright, 1895</span></p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">by</span></p> + +<p class="center"><span class="smcap">Joseph Knight Company</span></p> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/image_03.jpg" width="400" height="281" alt="" /> +</div> + + + + +<h2><a name="CONTENTS" id="CONTENTS"></a>CONTENTS</h2> + + + + + + +<table summary="Contents"> +<tr><td></td><td class="tocpg f1">PAGE</td></tr> +<tr><td class="tocch"><a href="#JACKANAPES">CHAPTER I.</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_1">1</a></td> +</tr> +<tr><td><a href="#JACKANAPES">"Last noon beheld them full of life,<br /> + Last eve in beauty's circle proudly gay."</a></td><td></td> +</tr> +<tr><td class="tocch"><a href="#CHAPTER_II">CHAPTER II.</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_15">15</a></td> +</tr> +<tr><td><a href="#CHAPTER_II">"And he wandered away and away<br /> + With Nature, the dear old nurse."</a></td><td></td> +</tr> +<tr><td class="tocch"><a href="#CHAPTER_III">CHAPTER III.</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_19">19</a></td> +</tr> +<tr><td><a href="#CHAPTER_III">"If studious, copie fair what time hath blurred,<br /> + Redeem truth from his jawes."</a></td><td></td> +</tr> +<tr><td class="tocch"><a href="#CHAPTER_IV">CHAPTER IV.</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"> <a href="#Page_41">41</a></td> +</tr> +<tr><td><a href="#CHAPTER_IV">"Greater love hath no man than this, that a man<br /> + lay down his life for his friends."</a></td><td></td> +</tr> +<tr><td class="tocch"><a href="#CHAPTER_V">CHAPTER V.</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_51">51</a></td> +</tr> +<tr><td><a href="#CHAPTER_V">"Then, said he, 'I am going to my Father's.'"</a></td><td></td> +</tr> +<tr><td class="tocch"><a href="#CHAPTER_VI">CHAPTER VI.</a></td> +<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_56">56</a></td> +</tr> +<tr><td><a href="#CHAPTER_VI">"Und so ist der blaue Himmel grösser als jedes<br /> + Gewölk darin, und dauerhafter dazu."</a></td><td></td> +</tr> +</table> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"> +<img src="images/image_04.jpg" width="400" height="146" alt="" /> +</div> + + + + +<h2><a name="ILLUSTRATIONS" id="ILLUSTRATIONS"></a>ILLUSTRATIONS</h2> + + +<table summary="Illustrations"> +<tr><td></td><td>PAGE</td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#pic_1">"<span class="smcap">But she remembered the little Miss Jessamine</span>"</a></td> +<td><a href="#pic_1"><i>Frontispiece</i></a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td><a href="#pic_01"><span class="smcap">Titlepage</span></a></td> + <td><a href="#pic_01">v</a></td> +</tr> +<tr><td><a href="#pic_2">"<span class="smcap">Next Day Jane had heard more</span>"</a></td> +<td><a href="#Page_10">10</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#pic_3"><span class="smcap">At the Pond</span></a></td> +<td><a href="#Page_18">18</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#pic_4">"<span class="smcap">Jackanapes could hardly sleep for Speculating</span>"</a></td> +<td><a href="#Page_23">23</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#pic_5">"<span class="smcap">He was disposed to talk confidentially</span>"</a></td> +<td><a href="#Page_31">31</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#pic_6"><span class="smcap">The General's Grandson</span></a></td> +<td><a href="#Page_42">42</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#pic_7"><span class="smcap">The Boy Trumpeter</span></a></td> +<td><a href="#Page_46">46</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#pic_8"><span class="smcap">Tailpiece</span></a></td> +<td><a href="#Page_55">55</a></td></tr> +<tr><td><a href="#pic_9"><span class="smcap">Finis</span></a></td> +<td><a href="#Page_60">60</a></td></tr> +</table> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<div class="blockquot"><p>"<i>If I might buffet for my love, or bound my + horse for her favors, I could lay on like a butcher, and sit like a Jackanapes, never off</i>!"</p></div> + +<p class="sig"><span class="smcap">King Henry V</span>, Act 5, Scene 2.</p> + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<h2>JACKANAPES</h2> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[1]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="JACKANAPES" id="JACKANAPES"></a>CHAPTER I.</h2> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Last noon beheld them full of lusty life,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The midnight brought the signal sound of strife,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The morn the marshalling in arms—the day<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Battle's magnificently stern array!<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The thunder clouds close o'er it, which when rent<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The earth is covered thick with other clay,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Which her own clay shall cover, heaped and pent,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Rider and horse:—friend, foe,—in one red burial blent.<br /></span> +</div><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">Their praise is hymn'd by loftier harps than mine:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Yet one would I select from that proud throng.<br /></span> +<span class="i0">—— to thee, to thousands, of whom each<br /></span> +<span class="i0">And one as all a ghastly gap did make<br /></span> +<span class="i0">In his own kind and kindred, whom to teach<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Forgetfulness were mercy for their sake;<br /></span> +<span class="i0">The Archangel's trump, not glory's, must awake<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Those whom they thirst for.—<span class="smcap">Byron</span>.<br /></span> +</div></div> + + +<p>Two Donkeys and the Geese lived on the Green, and all other residents +of any social standing lived in houses round it. The houses had no +names. Everybody's address was, "The Green," but the Postman and the +people of <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[2]</a></span>the place knew where each family lived. As to the rest of +the world, what has one to do with the rest of the world, when he is +safe at home on his own Goose Green? Moreover, if a stranger did come +on any lawful business, he might ask his way at the shop.</p> + +<p>Most of the inhabitants were long-lived, early deaths (like that of +the little Miss Jessamine) being exceptional; and most of the old +people were proud of their age, especially the sexton, who would be +ninety-nine come Martinmas, and whose father remembered a man who had +carried arrows, as a boy, for the battle of Flodden Field. The Grey +Goose and the big Miss Jessamine were the only elderly persons who +kept their ages secret. Indeed, Miss Jessamine never mentioned any +one's age, or recalled the exact year in which anything had happened. +She said that she had been taught that it was bad manners to do so "in +a mixed assembly."</p> + +<p>The Grey Goose also avoided dates, but this was partly because her +brain, though intelligent, was not mathematical, and computation was +beyond her. She never got farther than "last Michaelmas," "the +Michaelmas before that," and "the Michaelmas before the Michaelmas +before that." After this her head, which was small, became confused, +and she said, "Ga, ga!" and changed the subject.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[3]</a></span></p><p>But she remembered the little Miss Jessamine, the Miss Jessamine with +the "conspicuous" hair. Her aunt, the big Miss Jessamine, said it was +her only fault. The hair was clean, was abundant, was glossy, but do +what you would with it, it never looked like other people's. And at +church, after Saturday night's wash, it shone like the best brass +fender after a Spring cleaning. In short, it was conspicuous, which +does not become a young woman—especially in church.</p> + +<p>Those were worrying times altogether, and the Green was used for +strange purposes. A political meeting was held on it with the village +Cobbler in the chair, and a speaker who came by stage coach from the +town, where they had wrecked the bakers' shops, and discussed the +price of bread. He came a second time, by stage, but the people had +heard something about him in the meanwhile, and they did not keep him +on the Green. They took him to the pond and tried to make him swim, +which he could not do, and the whole affair was very disturbing to all +quiet and peaceable fowls. After which another man came, and preached +sermons on the Green, and a great many people went to hear him; for +those were "trying times," and folk ran hither and thither for +comfort. And then what did they do but drill the ploughboys on the +Green, to get them ready to fight the French, and teach them the +goose-step! However, that came to an end at last, for Bony was sent to +St. Helena, and the ploughboys were sent back to the plough.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</a></span></p> + +<p>Everybody lived in fear of Bony in those days, especially the naughty +children, who were kept in order during the day by threats of, "Bony +shall have you," and who had nightmares about him in the dark. They +thought he was an Ogre in a cocked hat. The Grey Goose thought he was +a fox, and that all the men of England were going out in red coats to +hunt him. It was no use to argue the point, for she had a very small +head, and when one idea got into it there was no room for another.</p> + +<p>Besides, the Grey Goose never saw Bony, nor did the children, which +rather spoilt the terror of him, so that the Black Captain became more +effective as a Bogy with hardened offenders. The Grey Goose remembered +<i>his</i> coming to the place perfectly. What he came for she did not +pretend to know. It was all part and parcel of the war and bad times. +He was called the Black Captain, partly because of himself, and partly +because of his wonderful black mare. Strange stories were afloat of +how far and how fast that mare could go, when her master's hand was on +her mane and he whispered in her ear. Indeed, some people thought we +might reckon ourselves very lucky if we were not out of the frying-pan +into the fire, and had not got a certain well-known Gentleman of the +Road to protect us against the French. But that, of course, made him +none the less useful to the Johnson's Nurse, when the little Miss +Johnsons were naughty.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span></p> + +<p>"You leave off crying this minnit, Miss Jane, or I'll give you right +away to that horrid wicked officer. Jemima! just look out o' the +windy, if you please, and see if the Black Cap'n's a-com-ing with his +horse to carry away Miss Jane."</p> + +<p>And there, sure enough, the Black Captain strode by, with his sword +clattering as if it did not know whose head to cut off first. But he +did not call for Miss Jane that time. He went on to the Green, where +he came so suddenly upon the eldest Master Johnson, sitting in a +puddle on purpose, in his new nankeen skeleton suit, that the young +gentleman thought judgment had overtaken him at last, and abandoned +himself to the howlings of despair. His howls were redoubled when he +was clutched from behind and swung over the Black Captain's shoulder, +but in five minutes his tears were stanched, and he was playing with +the officer's accoutrements. All of which the Grey Goose saw with her +own eyes, and heard afterwards that that bad boy had been whining to +go back to the Black Captain ever since, which showed how hardened he +was, and that nobody but Bonaparte himself could be expected to do him +any good.</p> + +<p>But those were "trying times." It was bad enough when the pickle of a +large and respectable family cried for the Black Captain; when it came +to the little Miss Jessamine crying for him, one felt that the sooner +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span>the French landed and had done with it the better.</p> + +<p>The big Miss Jessamine's objection to him was that he was a soldier, +and this prejudice was shared by all the Green. "A soldier," as the +speaker from the town had observed, "is a bloodthirsty, unsettled sort +of a rascal; that the peaceable, home-loving, bread-winning citizen +can never conscientiously look on as a brother, till he has beaten his +sword into a ploughshare, and his spear into a pruning-hook."</p> + +<p>On the other hand there was some truth in what the Postman (an old +soldier) said in reply; that the sword has to cut a way for us out of +many a scrape into which our bread-winners get us when they drive +their ploughshares into fallows that don't belong to them. Indeed, +whilst our most peaceful citizens were prosperous chiefly by means of +cotton, of sugar, and of the rise and fall of the money-market (not to +speak of such salable matters as opium, firearms, and "black ivory"), +disturbances were apt to arise in India, Africa and other outlandish +parts, where the fathers of our domestic race were making fortunes for +their families. And, for that matter, even on the Green, we did not +wish the military to leave us in the lurch, so long as there was any +fear that the French were coming.<a name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a></p> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_1_1" id="Footnote_1_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> "The political men declare war, and generally for +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span>commercial interests; but when the nation is thus embroiled with its +neighbors the soldier ... draws the sword, at the command of his +country.... One word as to thy comparison of military and commercial +persons. What manner of men be they who have supplied the Caffres with +the firearms and ammunition to maintain their savage and deplorable +wars? Assuredly they are not military.... Cease then, if thou would'st +be counted among the just, to vilify soldiers."—<span class="smcap">W. Napier</span>, Lieut. +General, <i>November</i>, 1851.</p></div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span></p><p>To let the Black Captain have little Miss Jessamine, however, was +another matter. Her Aunt would not hear of it; and then, to crown all, +it appeared that the Captain's father did not think the young lady +good enough for his son. Never was any affair more clearly brought to +a conclusion.</p> + +<p>But those were "trying times;" and one moon-light night, when the Grey +Goose was sound asleep upon one leg, the Green was rudely shaken under +her by the thud of a horse's feet. "Ga, ga!" said she, putting down +the other leg, and running away.</p> + +<p>By the time she returned to her place not a thing was to be seen or +heard. The horse had passed like a shot. But next day, there was +hurrying and skurrying and cackling at a very early hour, all about +the white house with the black beams, where Miss Jessamine lived. And +when the sun was so low, and the shadows so long on the grass that the +Grey Goose felt ready to run away at the sight of her own neck, little +Miss Jane Johnson, and her "particular friend" Clarinda, sat under the +big oak-tree on the <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span>Green, and Jane pinched Clarinda's little finger +till she found that she could keep a secret, and then she told her in +confidence that she had heard from Nurse and Jemima that Miss +Jessamine's niece had been a very naughty girl, and that that horrid +wicked officer <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span>had come for her on his black horse, and carried her +right away.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"><a name="pic_2" id="pic_2"></a> +<img src="images/image_09.jpg" width="500" height="541" alt=""Next Day Jane had heard more"" /></div> + +<p>"Will she never come back?" asked Clarinda.</p> + +<p>"Oh, no!" said Jane decidedly. "Bony never brings people back."</p> + +<p>"Not never no more?" sobbed Clarinda, for she was weak-minded, and +could not bear to think that Bony never, never let naughty people go +home again.</p> + +<p>Next day Jane had heard more.</p> + +<p>"He has taken her to a Green?"</p> + +<p>"A Goose Green?" asked Clarinda.</p> + +<p>"No. A Gretna Green. Don't ask so many questions, child," said Jane; +who, having no more to tell, gave herself airs.</p> + +<p>Jane was wrong on one point. Miss Jessamine's niece did come back, and +she and her husband were forgiven. The Grey Goose remembered it well, +it was Michaelmastide, the Michaelmas before the Michaelmas before the +Michaelmas—but ga, ga! What does the date matter? It was autumn, +harvest-time, and everybody was so busy prophesying and praying about +the crops, that the young couple wandered through the lanes, and got +blackberries for Miss Jessamine's celebrated crab and blackberry jam, +and made guys of themselves with bryony-wreaths, and not a soul +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span> +troubled his head about them, except the children, and the Postman. +The children dogged the Black Captain's footsteps (his bubble +reputation as an Ogre having burst), clamoring for a ride on the black +mare. And the Postman would go somewhat out of his postal way to catch +the Captain's dark eye, and show that he had not forgotten how to +salute an officer.</p> + +<p>But they were "trying times." One afternoon the black mare was +stepping gently up and down the grass, with her head at her master's +shoulder, and as many children crowded on to her silky back as if she +had been an elephant in a menagerie; and the next afternoon she +carried him away, sword and <i>sabre-tache</i> clattering war-music at her +side, and the old Postman waiting for them, rigid with salutation, at +the four cross roads.</p> + +<p>War and bad times! It was a hard winter, and the big Miss Jessamine +and the little Miss Jessamine (but she was Mrs. Black-Captain now), +lived very economically that they might help their poorer neighbors. +They neither entertained nor went into company, but the young lady +always went up the village as far as the <i>George and Dragon</i>, for air +and exercise, when the London Mail<a name="FNanchor_2_2" id="FNanchor_2_2"></a><a href="#Footnote_2_2" class="fnanchor">[2]</a> came in.</p> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_2_2" id="Footnote_2_2"></a><a href="#FNanchor_2_2"><span class="label">[2]</span></a> The Mail Coach it was that distributed over the face of +the land, like the opening of apocalyptic vials, the heart-shaking +news of Trafalgar, of Salamanca, of Vittoria, of Waterloo.... The +grandest chapter of our experience, within the whole Mail Coach +service, was on those occasions when we went down from London with the +news of Victory. Five years of life it was worth paying down for the +privilege of an outside place. +</p><p class="sig"> +<span class="smcap">De Quincey</span>.</p></div> + +<p>One day (it was a day in the following June) it came in earlier than +usual, and the young lady was not there to meet it.</p> + +<p>But a crowd soon gathered round the <i>George and Dragon</i>, gaping to see +the Mail Coach dressed with flowers and oak-leaves, and the guard +wearing a laurel wreath over and above his royal livery. The ribbons +that decked the horses were stained and flecked with the warmth and +foam of the pace at which they had come, for they had pressed on with +the news of Victory.</p> + +<p>Miss Jessamine was sitting with her niece under the oak-tree on the +Green, when the Postman put a newspaper silently into her hand. Her +niece turned quickly—"Is there news?"</p> + +<p>"Don't agitate yourself, my dear," said her aunt. "I will read it +aloud, and then we can enjoy it together; a far more comfortable +method, my love, than when you go up the village, and come home out of +breath, having snatched half the news as you run."</p> + +<p>"I am all attention, dear aunt," said the little lady, clasping her +hands tightly on her lap.</p> + +<p>Then Miss Jessamine read aloud—she was proud of her reading—and the +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span>old soldier stood at attention behind her, with such a blending of +pride and pity on his face as it was strange to see:—</p> + +<p class="sig2">"<span class="smcap">Downing Street</span>,</p> + +<p class="sig3">"<i>June</i> 22, 1815, 1 A.M."</p> + +<p>"That's one in the morning," gasped the Postman; "beg your pardon, +mum."</p> + +<p>But though he apologized, he could not refrain from echoing here and +there a weighty word. "Glorious victory,"—"Two hundred pieces of +artillery,"—"Immense quantity of ammunition,"—and so forth.</p> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"The loss of the British Army upon this occasion has +unfortunately been most severe. It had not been possible to +make out a return of the killed and wounded when Major Percy +left headquarters. The names of the officers killed and +wounded, as far as they can be collected, are annexed.</p></div> + +<p class="sig3">"I have the honor ——"</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span></p><p>"The list, aunt! Read the list!"</p> + +<p>"My love—my darling—let us go in and—"</p> + +<p>"No. Now! now!"</p> + +<p>To one thing the supremely afflicted are entitled in their sorrow—to +be obeyed—and yet it is the last kindness that people commonly will +do them. But Miss Jessamine did. Steadying her voice, as best she +might, she read on, and the old soldier stood bareheaded to hear that +first Roll of the Dead at Waterloo, which began with the Duke of +Brunswick, and ended with Ensign Brown.<a name="FNanchor_3_3" id="FNanchor_3_3"></a><a href="#Footnote_3_3" class="fnanchor">[3]</a> Five-and-thirty British +Captains fell asleep that day on the bed of Honor, and the Black +Captain slept among them.</p> + +<div class="footnote"><p><a name="Footnote_3_3" id="Footnote_3_3"></a><a href="#FNanchor_3_3"><span class="label">[3]</span></a> "Brunswick's fated chieftain" fell at Quatre Bras, the +day before Waterloo, but this first (very imperfect) list, as it +appeared in the newspapers of the day, did begin with his name, and +end with that of an Ensign Brown.</p></div> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p>There are killed and wounded by war, of whom no returns reach Downing +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span>Street.</p> + +<p>Three days later, the Captain's wife had joined him, and Miss +Jessamine was kneeling by the cradle of their orphan son, a purple-red +morsel of humanity, with conspicuously golden hair.</p> + +<p>"Will he live, Doctor?"</p> + +<p>"Live? <span class="smcap">God</span> bless my soul, ma'am! Look at him! The young Jackanapes!"</p> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_II" id="CHAPTER_II"></a>CHAPTER II.</h2> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">And he wandered away and away<br /></span> +<span class="i0">With Nature, the dear old Nurse.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="sig4"><span class="smcap">Longfellow</span>.</p> + + +<p>The Grey Goose remembered quite well the year that Jackanapes began +to walk, for it was the year that the speckled hen for the first time +in all her motherly life got out of patience when she was sitting. She +had been rather proud of the eggs—they are unusually large—but she +never felt quite comfortable on them; and whether it was because she +used to get cramp, and got off the nest, or because the season was +bad, or what, she never could tell, but every egg was addled but one, +and the one that did hatch gave her more trouble than any chick she +had ever reared.</p> + +<p>It was a fine, downy, bright yellow little thing, but it had a +monstrous big nose and feet, and such an ungainly walk as she knew no +other instance of in her well-bred and high-stepping family. And as to +behavior, it was not that it was either quarrelsome or moping, but +simply unlike the rest. When the other chicks hopped and cheeped on +the Green all at their mother's feet, this solitary yellow one went +waddling off on its own responsibility, and do or cluck what the +spreckled hen would, it went to play in the pond.</p> + +<p>It was off one day as usual, and the hen was fussing and fuming after +it, when the Postman, going to deliver a letter at Miss Jessamine's +door, was nearly knocked over by the good lady herself, who, bursting +out of the house with her cap just off and her bonnet just not on, +fell into his arms, crying<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span>—</p> + +<p>"Baby! Baby! Jackanapes! Jackanapes!"</p> + +<p>If the Postman loved anything on earth, he loved the Captain's +yellow-haired child, so propping Miss Jessamine against her own +door-post, he followed the direction of her trembling fingers and made +for the Green.</p> + +<p>Jackanapes had had the start of the Postman by nearly ten minutes. The +world—the round green world with an oak tree on it—was just becoming +very interesting to him. He had tried, vigorously but ineffectually, +to mount a passing pig the last time he was taken out walking; but +then he was encumbered with a nurse. Now he was his own master, and +might, by courage and energy, become the master of that delightful, +downy, dumpy, yellow thing, that<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span> was bobbing along over the green +grass in front of him. Forward! Charge! He aimed well, and grabbed it, +but only to feel the delicious downiness and dumpiness slipping +through his fingers as he fell upon his face. "Quawk!" said the yellow +thing, and wobbled off sideways. It was this oblique movement that +enabled Jackanapes to come up with it, for it was bound for the Pond, +and therefore obliged to come back into line. He failed again from +top-heaviness, and his prey escaped sideways as before<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span>, and, as +before, lost ground in getting back to the direct road to the Pond.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"><a name="pic_3" id="pic_3"></a> +<img src="images/image_17.jpg" width="600" height="502" alt="At the Pond" /> +</div> + +<p>And at the Pond the Postman found them both, one yellow thing rocking +safely on the ripples that lie beyond duck-weed, and the other washing +his draggled frock with tears, because he too had tried to sit upon +the Pond, and it wouldn't hold him.</p> + + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_III" id="CHAPTER_III"></a>CHAPTER III.</h2> + + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">... If studious, copie fair what time hath blurred,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Redeem truth from his jawes; if souldier,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Chase brave employments with a naked sword<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Throughout the world. Fool not; for all may have,<br /></span> +<span class="i0">If they dare try, a glorious life, or grave.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<hr class="hr1" /> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">In brief, acquit thee bravely: play the man. Look not on<br /></span> +<span class="i0">pleasures as they come, but go. Defer not the least vertue:<br /></span> +<span class="i0">life's poore span Make not an ell, by trifling in thy woe. If<br /></span> +<span class="i0">thou do ill, the joy fades, not the pains. If well, the pain<br /></span> +<span class="i0">doth fade, the joy remains.<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="sig4"><span class="smcap">George Herbert</span>.</p> + + +<p>Young Mrs. Johnson, who was a mother of many, hardly knew which to +pity more; Miss Jessamine for having her little ways and her +antimacassars rumpled by a young Jackanapes; or the boy himself, for +being brought up by an old maid.</p> + +<p>Oddly enough, she would probably have pitied neither, had Jackanapes +been a girl. (One is so apt to think that what works smoothest works +to the highest ends, having no patience for the results of friction.) +That Father in <span class="smcap">God</span>, who bade the young men to be pure, and the maidens +brave, greatly disturbed a member of his congregation, who thought +that the great preacher had made a slip of the tongue.</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span></p> +<p>"That the girls should have purity, and the boys courage, is what you +would say, good Father?"</p> + +<p>"Nature has done that," was the reply; "I meant what I said."</p> + +<p>In good sooth, a young maid is all the better for learning some +robuster virtues than maidenliness and not to move the antimacassars. +And the robuster virtues require some fresh air and freedom. As, on +the other hand, Jackanapes (who had a boy's full share of the little +beast and the young monkey in his natural composition) was none the +worse, at his tender years, for learning some maidenliness—so far as +maidenliness means decency, pity, unselfishness and pretty behavior.</p> + +<p>And it is due to him to say that he was an obedient boy, and a boy +whose word could be depended on, long before his grandfather the +General came to live at the Green.</p> + +<p>He was obedient; that is he did what his great aunt told him. But—oh +dear! oh dear!—the pranks he played, which it had never entered into +her head to forbid!</p> + +<p>It was when he had just been put into skeletons (frocks never suited +him) that he became very friendly with Master Tony Johnson, a younger +brother of the young gentleman who sat in the puddle on purpose. Tony +was not enterprising, and Jackanapes led him by the nose. One summer's +evening they were out late, and Miss Jessamine was becoming anxious, +when Jackanapes presented himself with a ghastly face all besmirched +with tears. He was unusually subdued.</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span></p> +<p>"I'm afraid," he sobbed; "if you please, I'm very much afraid that +Tony Johnson's dying in the churchyard."</p> + +<p>Miss Jessamine was just beginning to be distracted, when she smelt +Jackanapes.</p> + +<p>"You naughty, naughty boys! Do you mean to tell me that you've been +smoking?"</p> + +<p>"Not pipes," urged Jackanapes; "upon my honor, Aunty, not pipes. Only +segars like Mr. Johnson's! and only made of brown paper with a very, +very little tobacco from the shop inside them."</p> + +<p>Whereupon, Miss Jessamine sent a servant to the churchyard, who found +Tony Johnson lying on a tomb-stone, very sick, and having ceased to +entertain any hopes of his own recovery.</p> + +<p>If it could be possible that any "unpleasantness" could arise between +two such amiable neighbors as Miss Jessamine and Mrs. Johnson—and if +the still more incredible paradox can be that ladies may differ over a +point on which they are agreed—that point was the admitted fact that +Tony Johnson was "delicate," and the difference lay chiefly in this: +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span>Mrs. Johnson said that Tony was delicate—meaning that he was more +finely strung, more sensitive, a properer subject for pampering and +petting than Jackanapes, and that, consequently, Jackanapes was to +blame for leading Tony into scrapes which resulted in his being +chilled, frightened, or (most frequently) sick. But when Miss +Jessamine said that Tony Johnson was delicate, she meant that he was +more puling, less manly, and less healthily brought up than +Jackanapes, who, when they got into mischief together, was certainly +not to blame because his friend could not get wet, sit a kicking +donkey, ride in the giddy-go-round, bear the noise of a cracker, or +smoke brown paper with impunity, as he could.</p> + +<p>Not that there was ever the slightest quarrel between the ladies. It +never even came near it, except the day after Tony had been so very +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span>sick with riding Bucephalus in the giddy-go-round. Mrs. Johnson had +explained to Miss Jessamine that the reason Tony was so easily upset, +was the unusual sensitiveness (as a doctor had explained it to her) of +the nervous centres in her family—"Fiddlestick!" So Mrs. Johnson +understood Miss Jessamine to say, but it appeared that she only said +"Treaclestick!" which is quite another thing, and of which Tony was +undoubtedly fond.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"><a name="pic_4" id="pic_4"></a> +<img src="images/image_23.jpg" width="600" height="504" alt=""Jackanapes could hardly sleep for Speculating"" /></div> + +<p>It was at the fair that Tony was made ill by <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span>riding on Bucephalus. +Once a year the Goose Green became the scene of a carnival. First of +all, carts and caravans were rumbling up all along, day and night. +Jackanapes could hear them as he lay in bed, and could hardly sleep +for speculating what booths and whirligigs he should find fairly +established, when he and his dog Spitfire went out after breakfast. As +a matter of fact, he seldom had to wait long for news of the Fair. The +Postman knew the window out of which Jackanapes' yellow head would +come, and was ready with his report.</p> + +<p>"Royal Theayter, Master Jackanapes, in the old place, but be careful +o' them seats, sir; they're rickettier than ever. Two sweets and a +ginger-beer under the oak tree, and the Flying Boats is just a-coming +along the road."</p> + +<p>No doubt it was partly because he had already suffered severely in the +Flying Boats, that Tony collapsed so quickly in the giddy-go-round. He +only mounted Bucephalus (who was spotted, and had no tail) because +Jackanapes urged him, and held out the ingenious hope that the +round-and-round feeling would very likely cure the up-and-down +sensation. It did not, however, and Tony tumbled off during the first +revolution.</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span></p> +<p>Jackanapes was not absolutely free from qualms, but having once +mounted the Black Prince he stuck to him as a horseman should. During +the first round he waved his hat, and observed with some concern that +the Black Prince had lost an ear since last Fair; at the second, he +looked a little pale but sat upright, though somewhat unnecessarily +rigid; at the third round he shut his eyes. During the fourth his hat +fell off, and he clasped his horse's neck. By the fifth he had laid +his yellow head against the Black Prince's mane, and so clung anyhow +till the hobby-horses stopped, when the proprietor assisted him to +alight, and he sat down rather suddenly and said he had enjoyed it +very much.</p> + +<p>The Grey Goose always ran away at the first approach of the caravans, +and never came back to the Green till there was nothing left of the +Fair but footmarks and oyster-shells. Running away was her pet +principle; the only system, she maintained, by which you can live long +and easily, and lose nothing. If you run away when you see danger, you +can come back when all is safe. Run quickly, return slowly, hold your +head high, and gabble as loud as you can, and you'll preserve the +respect of the Goose Green to a peaceful old age. Why should you +struggle and get hurt, if you can <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span>lower your head and swerve, and not +lose a feather? Why in the world should any one spoil the pleasure of +life, or risk his skin, if he can help it?</p> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"'What's the use'<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Said the Goose."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p>Before answering which one might have to consider what world—which +life—whether his skin were a goose-skin; but the Grey Goose's head +would never have held all that.</p> + +<p>Grass soon grows over footprints, and the village children took the +oyster-shells to trim their gardens with; but the year after Tony rode +Bucephalus there lingered another relic of Fairtime, in which +Jackanapes was deeply interested. "The Green" proper was originally +only part of a straggling common, which in its turn merged into some +wilder waste land where gipsies sometimes squatted if the authorities +would allow them, especially after the annual Fair. And it was after +the Fair that Jackanapes, out rambling by himself, was knocked over by +the Gipsy's son riding the Gipsy's red-haired pony at break-neck pace +across the common.</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span></p> +<p>Jackanapes got up and shook himself, none the worse, except for being +heels over head in love with the red-haired pony. What a rate he went +at! How he spurned the ground with his nimble feet! How his red coat +shone in the sunshine! And what bright eyes peeped out of his dark +forelock as it was blown by the wind!</p> + +<p>The Gipsy boy had had a fright, and he was willing enough to reward +Jackanapes for not having been hurt, by consenting to let him have a +ride.</p> + +<p>"Do you mean to kill the little fine gentleman, and swing us all on +the gibbet, you rascal?" screamed the Gipsy-mother, who came up just +as Jackanapes and the pony set off.</p> + +<p>"He would get on," replied her son. "It'll not kill him. He'll fall on +his yellow head, and it's as tough as a cocoanut."</p> + +<p>But Jackanapes did not fall. He stuck to the red-haired pony as he had +stuck to the hobbyhorse; but oh, how different the delight of this +wild gallop with flesh and blood! Just as his legs were beginning to +feel as if he did not feel them, the Gipsy boy cried "Lollo!" Round +went the pony so unceremoniously, that, with as little ceremony, +Jackanapes clung to his neck, and he did not properly recover himself +before Lollo stopped with a jerk at the place where they had started.</p> + +<p>"Is his name Lollo?" asked Jackanapes, his hand lingering in the wiry +mane.</p> + +<p>"Yes."</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span></p> +<p>"What does Lollo mean?"</p> + +<p>"Red."</p> + +<p>"Is Lollo your pony?"</p> + +<p>"No. My father's." And the Gipsy boy led Lollo away.</p> + +<p>At the first opportunity Jackanapes stole away again to the common. +This time he saw the Gipsy-father, smoking a dirty pipe.</p> + +<p>"Lollo is your pony, isn't he?" said Jackanapes.</p> + +<p>"Yes."</p> + +<p>"He's a very nice one."</p> + +<p>"He's a racer."</p> + +<p>"You don't want to sell him, do you?"</p> + +<p>"Fifteen pounds," said the Gipsy-father; and Jackanapes sighed and +went home again. That very afternoon he and <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span>Tony rode the two donkeys, +and Tony managed to get thrown, and even Jackanapes' donkey kicked. +But it was jolting, clumsy work after the elastic swiftness and the +dainty mischief of the red-haired pony.</p> + +<p>A few days later Miss Jessamine spoke very seriously to Jackanapes. +She was a good deal agitated as she told him that his grandfather, the +General, was coming to the Green, and that he must be on his very best +behavior during the visit. If it had been feasible to leave off +calling him Jackanapes and to get used to his baptismal name of +Theodore before the day after to-morrow (when the General was due), it +would have been satisfactory. But Miss Jessamine feared it would be +impossible in practice, and she had scruples about it on principle. It +would not seem quite truthful, although she had always most fully +intended that he should be called Theodore when he had outgrown the +ridiculous appropriateness of his nickname. The fact was that he had +not outgrown it, but he must take care to remember who was meant when +his grandfather said Theodore.</p> + +<p>Indeed for that matter he must take care all along.</p> + +<p>"You are apt to be giddy, Jackanapes," said Miss Jessamine.</p> + +<p>"Yes aunt," said Jackanapes, thinking of the hobby-horses.</p> + +<p>"You are a good boy, Jackanapes. Thank <span class="smcap">God</span>, I can tell your +grandfather that. An obedient boy, an honorable boy, and a +kind-hearted boy. But you are—in short, you <i>are</i> a Boy, Jackanapes. +And I hope,"—added Miss Jessamine, desperate with the results of +experience—"that the General knows that Boys will be Boys."</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span></p> +<p>What mischief could be foreseen, Jackanapes promised to guard against. +He was to keep his clothes and his hands clean, to look over his +catechism, not to put sticky things in his pockets, to keep that hair +of his smooth—("It's the wind that blows it, Aunty," said +Jackanapes—"I'll send by the coach for some bear's-grease," said Miss +Jessamine, tying a knot in her pocket-handkerchief)—not to burst in +at the parlor door, not to talk at the top of his voice, not to +crumple his Sunday frill, and to sit quite quiet during the sermon, to +be sure to say "sir" to the General, to be careful about rubbing his +shoes on the doormat, and to bring his lesson-books to his aunt at +once that she might iron down the dogs' ears. The General arrived, and +for the first day all went well, except that Jackanapes' hair was as +wild as usual, for the hair-dresser had no bear's-grease left. He +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span>began to feel more at ease with his grandfather, and disposed to talk +confidentially with him, as he did with the Postman. All that the +General felt it would take too long to tell, but the result was the +same. He was disposed to talk confidentially with Jackanapes.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"><a name="pic_5" id="pic_5"></a> +<img src="images/image_31.jpg" width="600" height="567" alt=""He was disposed to talk confidentially"" /></div> + +<p>"Mons'ous pretty place this," he said, looking out of the lattice on +to the Green, where the grass was vivid with sunset, and the shadows +were long and peaceful.</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span></p> +<p>"You should see it in Fair-week, sir," said Jackanapes, shaking his +yellow mop, and leaning back in his one of the two Chippendale +arm-chairs in which they sat.</p> + +<p>"A fine time that, eh?" said the General, with a twinkle in his left +eye. (The other was glass.)</p> + +<p>Jackanapes shook his hair once more. "I enjoyed this last one the best +of all," he said. "I'd so much money."</p> + +<p>"By George, it's not a common complaint in these bad times. How much +had ye?"</p> + +<p>"I'd two shillings. A new shilling Aunty gave me, and elevenpence I +had saved up, and a penny from the Postman—<i>sir</i>!" added Jackanapes +with a jerk, having forgotten it.</p> + +<p>"And how did ye spend it—<i>sir</i>?" inquired the General. Jackanapes +spread his ten fingers on the arms of his chair, and shut his eyes +that he might count the more conscientiously.</p> + +<p>"Watch-stand for Aunty, threepence. Trumpet for myself, twopence, +that's fivepence. Ginger-nuts for Tony, twopence, and a mug with a +Grenadier on for the Postman, fourpence, that's elevenpence. +Shooting-gallery a penny, that's a shilling. Giddy-go-round, a penny, +that's one and a penny. Treating Tony, one and twopence. Flying Boats +(Tony paid for himself), a penny, one and threepence. Shooting-gallery +again, one and fourpence; Fat Woman a penny, one and fivepence. +Giddy-go-round again, one and sixpence. Shooting-gallery, one and +sevenpence. Treating Tony, and then he wouldn't shoot, so I did, one +and eightpence. Living Skeleton, a penny—no, Tony treated me, the +Living Skeleton doesn't count. Skittles, a penny, one and ninepence. +Mermaid (but when we got inside she was dead), a penny, one and +tenpence. Theatre, a penny (Priscilla Partington, or the Green Lane +Murder. A beautiful young lady, sir, with pink cheeks and a real +pistol), that's one and elevenpence. Ginger beer, a penny (I <i>was</i> so +thirsty!) two shillings. And then the Shooting-gallery man gave me a +turn for nothing, because, he said, I was a real gentleman, and spent +my money like a man."</p> + +<p>"So you do, sir, so you do!" cried the General. "Why, sir, you spend +it like a prince.—And now I suppose you've not got a penny in your +pocket?"</p> + +<p>"Yes I have," said Jackanapes. "Two pennies. They are saving up." And +Jackanapes jingled them with his hand.</p> + +<p>"You don't want money except at fair-times, I suppose?" said the +General.</p> + +<p>Jackanapes shook his mop.</p> + +<p>"If I could have as much as I want, I should know what to buy," said +he.</p> + +<p>"And how much do you want, if you could get it?"</p> + +<p>"Wait a minute, sir, till I think what twopence from fifteen pounds +leaves. Two from nothing you can't, but borrow twelve. Two from +twelve, ten, and carry one. Please remember ten, sir, when I ask you. +One from nothing you can't, borrow twenty. One from twenty, nineteen, +and carry one. One from fifteen, fourteen. Fourteen pounds nineteen +and—what did I tell you to remember?"</p> + +<p>"Ten," said the General.</p> + +<p>"Fourteen pounds nineteen shillings and tenpence then, is what I +want," said Jackanapes.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Bless my soul, what for?"</p> + +<p>"To buy Lollo with. Lollo means red, sir. The Gipsy's red-haired pony, +sir. Oh, he is beautiful! You should see his coat in the sunshine! You +should see his mane! You should see his tail! Such little feet, sir, +and they go like lightning! Such a dear face, too, and eyes like a +mouse! But he's a racer, and the Gipsy wants fifteen pounds for him."</p> + +<p>"If he's a racer, you couldn't ride him. Could you?"</p> + +<p>"No—o, sir, but I can stick to him. I did the other day."</p> + +<p>"You did, did you? Well, I'm fond of riding myself, and if the beast +is as good as you say, he might suit me."</p> + +<p>"You're too tall for Lollo, I think," said Jackanapes, measuring his +grandfather with his eye.</p> + +<p>"I can double up my legs, I suppose. We'll have a look at him +to-morrow."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span></p><p>"Don't you weigh a good deal?" asked Jackanapes.</p> + +<p>"Chiefly waistcoats," said the General, slapping the breast of his +military frock-coat. "We'll have the little racer on the Green the +first thing in the morning. Glad you mentioned it, grandson. Glad you +mentioned it."</p> + +<p>The General was as good as his word. Next morning the Gipsy and Lollo, +Miss Jessamine, Jackanapes and his grandfather and his dog Spitfire, +were all gathered at one end of the Green in a group, which so aroused +the innocent curiosity of Mrs. Johnson, as she saw it from one of her +upper windows, that she and the children took their early promenade +rather earlier than usual. The General talked to the Gipsy, and +Jackanapes fondled Lollo's mane, and did not know whether he should be +more glad or miserable if his grandfather bought him.</p> + +<p>"Jackanapes!"</p> + +<p>"Yes, sir!"</p> + +<p>"I've bought Lollo, but I believe you were right. He hardly stands +high enough for me. If you can ride him to the other end of the Green, +I'll <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span>give him to you."</p> + +<p>How Jackanapes tumbled on to Lollo's back he never knew. He had just +gathered up the reins when the Gipsy-father took him by the arm.</p> + +<p>"If you want to make Lollo go fast, my little gentleman—"</p> + +<p>"<i>I</i> can make him go!" said Jackanapes, and drawing from his pocket +the trumpet he had bought in the fair, he blew a blast both loud and +shrill.</p> + +<p>Away went Lollo, and away went Jackanapes' hat. His golden hair flew +out an aureole from which his cheeks shone red and distended with +trumpeting. Away went Spitfire, mad with the rapture of the race, and +the wind in his silky ears. Away went the geese, the cocks, the hens, +and the whole family of Johnson. Lucy clung to her mamma, Jane saved +Emily by the gathers of her gown, and Tony saved himself by a +somersault.</p> + +<p>The Grey Goose was just returning when Jackanapes and Lollo rode back, +Spitfire panting behind.</p> + +<p>"Good, my little gentleman, good!" said the Gipsy. "You were born to +the <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span>saddle. You've the flat thigh, the strong knee, the wiry back, +and the light caressing hand, all you want is to learn the whisper. +Come here!"</p> + +<p>"What was that dirty fellow talking about, grandson?" asked the +General.</p> + +<p>"I can't tell you, sir. It's a secret."</p> + +<p>They were sitting in the window again, in the two Chippendale +arm-chairs, the General devouring every line of his grandson's face, +with strange spasms crossing his own.</p> + +<p>"You must love your aunt very much, Jackanapes?"</p> + +<p>"I do, sir," said Jackanapes warmly.</p> + +<p>"And whom do you love next best to your aunt?"</p> + +<p>The ties of blood were pressing very strongly on the General himself, +and perhaps he thought of Lollo. But Love is not bought in a day, even +with fourteen pounds nineteen shillings and tenpence. Jackanapes +answered quite readily, "The Postman."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span></p><p>"Why the Postman?"</p> + +<p>"He knew my father," said Jackanapes, "and he tells me about him, and +about his black mare. My father was a soldier, a brave soldier. He +died at Waterloo. When I grow up I want to be a soldier too."</p> + +<p>"So you shall, my boy. So you shall."</p> + +<p>"Thank you, grandfather. Aunty doesn't want me to be a soldier for +fear of being killed."</p> + +<p>"Bless my life! Would she have you get into a feather-bed and stay +there? Why, you might be killed by a thunderbolt, if you were a +butter-merchant!"</p> + +<p>"So I might. I shall tell her so. What a funny fellow you are, sir! I +say, do you think my father knew the Gipsy's secret? The Postman says +he used to whisper to his black mare."</p> + +<p>"Your father was taught to ride as a child, by one of those horsemen +of the East who swoop and dart and wheel about a plain like swallows +in autumn. Grandson! Love me a little too. I can tell you more about +your <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span>father than the Postman can."</p> + +<p>"I do love you," said Jackanapes. "Before you came I was frightened. +I'd no notion you were so nice."</p> + +<p>"Love me always, boy, whatever I do or leave undone. And—<span class="smcap">God</span> help +me—whatever you do or leave undone, I'll love you! There shall never be +a cloud between us for a day; no, sir, not for an hour. We're imperfect +enough, all of us, we needn't be so bitter; and life is uncertain enough +at its safest, we needn't waste its opportunities. Look at me! Here sit +I, after a dozen battles and some of the worst climates in the world, +and by yonder lych gate lies your mother, who didn't move five miles, I +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span>suppose, from your aunt's apron-strings,—dead in her teens; my +golden-haired daughter, whom I never saw."</p> + +<p>Jackanapes was terribly troubled.</p> + +<p>"Don't cry, grandfather," he pleaded, his own blue eyes round with +tears. "I will love you very much, and I will try to be very good. But +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span>I should like to be a soldier."</p> + +<p>"You shall, my boy, you shall. You've more claims for a commission +than you know of. Cavalry, I suppose; eh, ye young Jackanapes? Well, +well; if you live to be an honor to your country, this old-heart +shall grow young again with pride for you; and if you die in the +service of your country—<span class="smcap">God</span> bless me, it can but break for ye!"</p> + +<p>And beating the region which he said was all waistcoats, as if they +stifled him, the old man got up and strode out on to the Green.</p> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_IV" id="CHAPTER_IV"></a>CHAPTER IV.</h2> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>"Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his +life for his friends."—<span class="smcap">John xv</span>. 13.</p></div> + + +<p>Twenty and odd years later the Grey Goose was still alive, and in full +possession of her faculties, such as they were. She lived slowly and +carefully, and she lived long. So did Miss Jessamine; but the General +was dead.</p> + +<p>He had lived on the Green for many years, during which he and the +Postman saluted each other with a punctiliousness that it almost +drilled one to witness. He would have completely spoiled Jackanapes if +Miss Jessamine's conscience would have let him; otherwise he somewhat +dragooned his neighbors, and was as positive about parish matters as a +ratepayer about the army. A stormy-tempered, tender-hearted soldier, +irritable with the suffering of wounds of which he never spoke, whom +all the village followed to his grave with tears.</p> + +<p>The General's death was a great shock to Miss Jessamine, and her +nephew stayed with her for some little time after the funeral. Then he +was obliged to join his regiment, which was ordered abroad.</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span></p> +<p>One effect of the conquest which the General had gained over the +affections of the village, was a considerable abatement of the popular +prejudice against "the military." Indeed the village was now somewhat +importantly represented in the army. There was the General himself, +and the Postman, and the Black Captain's tablet in the church, and +Jackanapes, and Tony Johnson, and a Trumpeter.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"><a name="pic_6" id="pic_6"></a> +<img src="images/image_42.jpg" width="500" height="575" alt="The General's Grandson" /> +</div> + +<p>Tony Johnson had no more natural taste for fighting than for riding, +but he was as devoted as ever to Jackanapes, and that was how it came +about that Mr. Johnson bought him a commission in the same cavalry +regiment that the General's grandson (whose commission had been given +him by the Iron Duke) was in, and that he was quite content to be the +butt of the mess where Jackanapes was the hero; and that when +Jackanapes wrote home to Miss Jessamine, Tony wrote with the same +purpose to his mother; namely, to demand her congratulations that they +were on active service at last, and were ordered to the front. And he +added a postscript to the effect that she could have no idea how +popular Jackanapes was, nor how <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span>splendidly he rode the wonderful red +charger whom he had named after his old friend Lollo.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p>"Sound Retire!"</p> + +<p>A Boy Trumpeter, grave with the weight of responsibilities and +accoutrements beyond his years, and stained, so that his own mother +would not have known him, with the sweat and dust of battle, did as he +was bid; and then pushing his trumpet pettishly aside, adjusted his +weary legs for the hundredth time to the horse which was a world too +big for him, and muttering, "'Tain't a pretty tune," tried to see +something of this, his first engagement, before it came to an end.</p> + +<p>Being literally in the thick of it, he could hardly have seen less or +known less of what happened in that particular skirmish if he had been +at home in England. For many good reasons; including dust and smoke, +and that what attention he dared distract from his commanding officer +was pretty well absorbed by keeping his hard-mouthed troop-horse in +hand, under pain of execration by his neighbors in the mêlée. +By-and-by, when the newspapers came out, if he could get a look at one +before it was thumbed to bits, he would learn that the enemy had +appeared from ambush in overwhelming numbers, and that orders had been +given to fall back, which was done slowly and in good order, the men +fighting as they retired.</p> + +<p>Born and bred on the Goose Green, the youngest of Mr. Johnson's +gardener's numerous off-spring, the boy had given his family "no +peace" till they let him "go for a soldier" with Master Tony and +Master Jackanapes. They consented at last, with more tears than they +shed when an elder son was sent to jail for poaching, and the boy was +perfectly happy in his life, and full of <i>esprit de corps</i>. It was +this which had been wounded by having to sound retreat for "the young +gentlemen's regiment," the first time he served with it before the +enemy, and he was also harassed by having completely lost sight of +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span>Master Tony. There had been some hard fighting before the backward +movement began, and he had caught sight of him once, but not since. On +the other hand, all the pulses of his village pride had been stirred +by one or two visions of Master Jackanapes whirling about on his +wonderful horse. He had been easy to distinguish, since an eccentric +blow had bared his head without hurting it, for his close golden mop +of hair gleamed in the hot sunshine as brightly as the steel of the +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span>sword flashing round it.</p> + +<p>Of the missiles that fell pretty thickly, the Boy Trumpeter did not +take much notice. First, one can't attend to everything, and his hands +were full. Secondly, one gets used to anything. Thirdly, experience +soon teaches one, in spite of proverbs, how very few bullets find +their billet. Far more unnerving is the mere suspicion of fear or even +of anxiety in the human mass around you. The Boy was beginning to +wonder if there were any dark reason for the increasing pressure, and +whether they would be allowed to move back more quickly, when the +smoke in front lifted for a moment, and he could see the plain, and +the enemy's line some two hundred yards away.</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span></p> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;"><a name="pic_7" id="pic_7"></a> +<img src="images/image_46.jpg" width="500" height="588" alt="The Boy Trumpeter" /> +</div> + +<p>And across the plain between them, he saw Master Jackanapes galloping +alone at the top of Lollo's speed, their faces to the enemy, his +golden head at Lollo's ear.</p> + +<p>But at this moment noise and smoke seemed to burst out on every side, +the officer shouted to him to sound retire, and between trumpeting and +bumping about on his horse, he saw and heard no more of the incidents +of his first battle.</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span></p> +<p>Tony Johnson was always unlucky with horses, from the days of the +giddy-go-round onwards. On this day—of all days in the year—his own +horse was on the sick list, and he had to ride an inferior, +ill-conditioned beast, and fell off that, at the very moment when it +was a matter of life or death to be able to ride away. The horse fell +on him, but struggled up again, and Tony managed to keep hold of it. +It was in trying to remount that he discovered, by helplessness and +anguish, that one of his legs was crushed and broken, and that no feat +of which he was master would get him into the saddle. Not able even to +stand alone, awkwardly, agonizingly unable to mount his restive horse, +his life was yet so strong within him! And on one side of him rolled +the dust and smoke-cloud of his advancing foe, and on the other, that +which covered his retreating friends.</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span></p> +<p>He turned one piteous gaze after them, with a bitter twinge, not of +reproach, but of loneliness; and then, dragging himself up by the side +of his horse, he turned the other way and drew out his pistol, and +waited for the end. Whether he waited seconds or minutes he never +knew, before some one gripped him by the arm.</p> + +<p>"<i>Jackanapes</i>! <i><span class="smcap">God</span> bless you</i>! It's my left leg. If you could get me +on—"</p> + +<p>It was like Tony's luck that his pistol went off at his horse's tail, +and made it plunge; but Jackanapes threw him across the saddle.</p> + +<p>"Hold on anyhow, and stick your spur in. I'll lead him. Keep your head +down, they're firing high."</p> + +<p>And Jackanapes laid his head down—to Lollo's ear.</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span></p> +<p>It was when they were fairly off, that a sudden upspringing of the +enemy in all directions had made it necessary to change the gradual +retirement of our force into as rapid a retreat as possible. And when +Jackanapes became aware of this, and felt the lagging and swerving of +Tony's horse, he began to wish he had thrown his friend across his own +saddle, and left their lives to Lollo.</p> + +<p>When Tony became aware of it, several things came into his head. 1. +That the dangers of their ride for life were now more than doubled. 2. +That if Jackanapes and Lollo were not burdened with him they would +undoubtedly escape. 3. That Jackanapes' life was infinitely valuable, +and his—Tony's—was not. 4. That this—if he could seize it—was the +supremest of all the moments in which he had tried to assume the +virtues which Jackanapes had by nature; and that if he could be +courageous and unselfish now—</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span></p> +<p>He caught at his own reins and spoke very loud—</p> + +<p>"Jackanapes! It won't do. You and Lollo must go on. Tell the fellows I +gave you back to them, with all my heart. Jackanapes, if you love me, +leave me!"</p> + +<p>There was a daffodil light over the evening sky in front of them, and +it shone strangely on Jackanapes' hair and face. He turned with an odd +look in his eyes that a vainer man than Tony Johnson might have taken +for brotherly pride. Then he shook his mop and laughed at him.</p> + +<p>"<i>Leave you?</i> To save my skin? No, Tony, not to save my soul!"</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_V" id="CHAPTER_V"></a>CHAPTER V.</h2> + +<div class="blockquot"><p>Mr. <span class="smcap">Valiant</span> <i>summoned. His will. His last words.</i></p> + +<p>Then, said he, "I am going to my Father's.... My Sword I +give to him that shall succeed me in my Pilgrimage, and my +Courage and Skill to him that can get it." ... And as he +went down deeper, he said, "Grave, where is thy Victory?"</p> + +<p>So he passed over, and all the Trumpets sounded for him on +the other side.</p></div> + +<p class="sig4"><span class="smcap">Bunyan's</span> <i>Pilgrim's, Progress</i>.</p> + + +<p>Coming out of a hospital-tent, at headquarters, the surgeon cannonaded +against, and rebounded from, another officer; a sallow man, not young, +with a face worn more by ungentle experiences than by age; with weary +eyes that kept their own counsel, iron gray hair, and a moustache that +was as if a raven had laid its wing across his lips and sealed them.</p> + +<p>"Well?"</p> + +<p>"Beg pardon, Major. Didn't see you. Oh, compound fracture and bruises, +but it's all right. He'll pull through."</p> + +<p>"Thank <span class="smcap">God</span>."</p> + +<p>It was probably an involuntary expression, for prayer and praise were +not much in the Major's line, as a jerk of the surgeon's head would +have betrayed to an observer. He was a bright little man, with his +feelings showing all over him, but with gallantry and contempt of +death enough for both sides of his profession; who took a cool head, a +white handkerchief and a case of instruments, where other men went +hot-blooded with weapons, and who was the biggest gossip, male or +female, of the regiment. Not even the Major's taciturnity daunted him.</p> + +<p>"Didn't think he'd as much pluck about him as he has. He'll do all +right if he doesn't fret himself into a fever about poor Jackanapes."</p> + + +<p>"Whom are you talking about?" asked the Major hoarsely.</p> + +<p>"Young Johnson. He—"</p> + +<p>"What about Jackanapes?"</p> + +<p>"Don't you know? Sad business. Rode back for Johnson, and brought him +in; but, monstrous ill-luck, hit as they rode. Left lung—"</p> + +<p>"Will he recover?"</p> + +<p>"No. Sad business." "What a frame—what limbs—what health—and what +good looks? Finest young fellow—"</p> + +<p>"Where is he?"</p> + +<p>"In his own tent," said the surgeon sadly.</p> + +<p>The Major wheeled and left him.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p>"Can I do anything else for you?"</p> + +<p>"Nothing, thank you. Except—Major! I wish I could get you to +appreciate Johnson."</p> + +<p>"This is not an easy moment, Jackanapes."</p> + +<p>"Let me tell you, sir—<i>he</i> never will—that if he could have driven +me from him, he would be lying yonder at this moment, and I should be +safe and sound."</p> + +<p>The Major laid his hand over his mouth, as if to keep back a wish he +would have been ashamed to utter.</p> + +<p>"I've known old Tony from a child. He's a fool on impulse, a good man +and a gentleman in principle. And he acts on principle, which it's not +every—some water, please! Thank you, sir. It's very hot, and yet +one's feet get uncommonly cold. Oh, thank you, thank you. He's no +fire-eater, but he has a trained conscience and a tender heart, and +he'll do his duty when a braver and more selfish man might fail you. +But he wants encouragement; and when I'm gone—"</p> + +<p>"He shall have encouragement. You have my word for it. Can I do +nothing else?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, Major. A favor."</p> + +<p>"Thank you, Jackanapes."</p> + +<p>"Be Lollo's master, and love him as well as you can. He's used to it."</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span></p> +<p>"Wouldn't you rather Johnson had him?"</p> + +<p>The blue eyes twinkled in spite of mortal pain.</p> + +<p>"Tony <i>rides</i> on principle, Major. His legs are bolsters, and will be +to the end of the chapter. I couldn't insult dear Lollo, but if you +don't care—"</p> + +<p>"Whilst I live—which will be longer than I desire or deserve—Lollo +shall want nothing, but—you. I have too little tenderness for—my +dear boy, you're faint. Can you spare me for a moment?"</p> + +<p>"No, stay—Major!"</p> + +<p>"What? What?"</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span></p> +<p>"My head drifts so—if you wouldn't mind."</p> + +<p>"Yes! Yes!"</p> + +<p>"Say a prayer by me. Out loud please, I am getting deaf."</p> + +<p>"My dearest Jackanapes—my dear boy—"</p> + +<p>"One of the Church Prayers—Parade Service, you know—"</p> + +<p>"I see. But the fact is—<span class="smcap">God</span> forgive me, Jackanapes—I'm a very +different sort of fellow to some of you youngsters. Look here, let me +fetch—"</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span></p> +<p>But Jackanapes' hand was in his, and it wouldn't let go.</p> + +<p>There was a brief and bitter silence.</p> + +<p>"'Pon my soul I can only remember the little one at the end."</p> + +<p>"Please," whispered Jackanapes.</p> + +<p>Pressed by the conviction that what little he could do it was his duty +to do, the Major—kneeling—bared his head, and spoke loudly, clearly, +and very reverently—</p> + +<p>"The Grace of our Lord Jesus Christ—"</p> + +<p>Jackanapes moved his left hand to his right one, which still held the +Major's—</p> + +<p>"—The love of <span class="smcap">God</span>."</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span></p> +<p>And with that—Jackanapes died.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"><a name="pic_8" id="pic_8"></a> +<img src="images/image_55.jpg" width="400" height="396" alt="Tailpiece" /> +</div> + + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span></p> +<h2><a name="CHAPTER_VI" id="CHAPTER_VI"></a>CHAPTER VI.</h2> + +<div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> +<span class="i0">"Und so ist der blaue Himmel grösser als jedes<br /></span> +<span class="i0">Gewölk darin, und dauerhafter dazu."<br /></span> +</div></div> + +<p class="sig4"><span class="smcap">Jean Paul Richter</span>.</p> + + +<p>Jackanapes' death was sad news for the Goose Green, a sorrow justly +qualified by honorable pride in his gallantry and devotion. Only the +Cobbler dissented, but that was his way. He said he saw nothing in it +but foolhardiness and vain-glory. They might both have been killed, +as easy as not, and then where would ye have been? A man's life was a +man's life, and one life was as good as another. No one would catch +him throwing his away. And, for that matter, Mrs. Johnson could spare +a child a great deal better than Miss Jessamine.</p> + +<p>But the parson preached Jackanapes' funeral sermon on the text, +"Whosoever will save his life shall lose it; and whosoever will lose +his life for My sake shall find it;" and all the village went and wept +to hear him.</p> + +<p>Nor did Miss Jessamine see her loss from the Cobbler's point of view. +On the contrary, Mrs. Johnson said she never to her dying day should +forget how, when she went to condole with her, the old lady came +forward, with gentle-womanly self-control, and kissed her, and thanked +<span class="smcap">God</span> that her dear nephew's effort had been blessed with success, and +that this sad war had made no gap in her friend's large and happy home +circle.</p> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span></p> +<p>"But she's a noble, unselfish woman," sobbed Mrs. Johnson, "and she +taught Jackanapes to be the same, and that's how it is that my Tony +has been spared to me. And it must be sheer goodness in Miss +Jessamine, for what can she know of a mother's feelings? And I'm sure +most people seem to think that if you've a large family you don't know +one from another any more than they do, and that a lot of children are +like a lot of store-apples, if one's taken it won't be missed."</p> + +<p>Lollo—the first Lollo, the Gipsy's Lollo—very aged, draws Miss +Jessamine's bath-chair slowly up and down the Goose Green in the +sunshine.</p> + +<p>The Ex-postman walks beside him, which Lollo tolerates to the level of +his shoulder. If the Postman advances any nearer to his head, Lollo +quickens his pace, and were the Postman to persist in the injudicious +attempt, there is, as Miss Jessamine says, no knowing what might +happen.</p> + +<p>In the opinion of the Goose Green, Miss Jessamine has borne her +troubles "wonderfully." Indeed, to-day, some of the less delicate and +less intimate of those who see everything from the upper windows, say +(well behind her back) that "the old lady seems quite lively with her +military beaux again."</p> + +<p>The meaning of this is, that Captain Johnson is leaning over one side +of her chair, whilst by the other bends a brother officer who is +staying with him, and who has manifested an extraordinary interest in +Lollo. He bends lower and lower, and Miss Jessamine calls to the +Postman to request Lollo to be kind <span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span>enough to stop, whilst she is +fumbling for something which always hangs by her side, and has got +entangled with her spectacles.</p> + +<p>It is a two-penny trumpet, bought years ago in the village fair, and +over it she and Captain Johnson tell, as best they can, between them, +the story of Jackanapes' ride across the Goose Green; and how he won +Lollo—the Gipsy's Lollo—the racer Lollo—dear Lollo—faithful +Lollo—Lollo the never vanquished—Lollo the tender servant of his old +mistress. And Lollo's ears twitch at every mention of his name.</p> + +<p>Their hearer does not speak, but he never moves his eyes from the +trumpet, and when the tale is told, he lifts Miss Jessamine's hand and +presses his heavy black moustache in silence to her trembling fingers.</p> + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span></p><p>The sun, setting gently to his rest, embroiders the sombre foliage of +the oak-tree with threads of gold. The Grey Goose is sensible of an +atmosphere of repose, and puts up one leg for the night. The grass +glows with a more vivid green, and, in answer to a ringing call from +Tony, his sisters, fluttering over the daisies in pale-hued muslins, +come out of their ever-open door, like pretty pigeons form a dovecote.</p> + +<p>And, if the good gossips' eyes do not deceive them, all the Miss +Johnsons, and both the officers, go wandering off into the lanes, +where bryony wreaths still twine about the brambles.</p> + +<hr style='width: 45%;' /> + +<p>A sorrowful story, and ending badly?</p> + +<p>Nay, Jackanapes, for the end is not yet.</p> + +<p>A life wasted that might have been useful?</p> + +<p>Men who have died for men, in all ages, forgive the thought!</p> + +<p>There is a heritage of heroic example and noble obligation, not +reckoned in the Wealth of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span> Nations, but essential to a nation's life; +the contempt of which, in any people, may, not slowly, mean even its +commercial fall. Very sweet are the uses of prosperity, the harvests +of peace and progress, the fostering sunshine of health and happiness, +and length of days in the land.</p> + +<p>But there be things—oh, sons of what has deserved the name of Great +Britain, forget it not!—"the good of" which and "the use of" which +are beyond all calculation of worldly goods and earthly uses; things +such as Love, and Honor, and the Soul of Man, which cannot be bought +with a price, and which do not die with death. And they who would fain +live happily <span class="smcap">ever</span> after, should not leave these things out of the +lessons of their lives.</p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;"><a name="pic_9" id="pic_9"></a> +<img src="images/image_60.jpg" width="400" height="232" alt="Finis" /> +</div> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Jackanapes, by Juliana Horatio Ewing + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK JACKANAPES *** + +***** This file should be named 20351-h.htm or 20351-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/2/0/3/5/20351/ + +Produced by Juliet Sutherland and Sankar Viswanathan + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Jackanapes + +Author: Juliana Horatio Ewing + +Illustrator: Amy Sacker + +Release Date: January 13, 2007 [EBook #20351] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK JACKANAPES *** + + + + +Produced by Juliet Sutherland and Sankar Viswanathan + + + + + + + + + JACKANAPES + + + By + + JULIANA HORATIO EWING + + + + + Illustrated by + + Amy Sacker + + + + + BOSTON + + L. C. PAGE and COMPANY + + (INCORPORATED) + + + + + COPYRIGHT, 1895 + + BY + + JOSEPH KNIGHT COMPANY + + * * * * * + + + + +CONTENTS + + +CHAPTER I. +"Last noon beheld them full of life, +Last eve in beauty's circle proudly gay." + +CHAPTER II. +"And he wandered away and away +With Nature, the dear old nurse." + +CHAPTER III. +"If studious, copie fair what time hath blurred, +Redeem truth from his jawes." + +CHAPTER IV. +"Greater love hath no man than this, that a man +lay down his life for his friends." + +CHAPTER V. +"Then, said he, 'I am going to my Father's.'" + +CHAPTER VI. +"Und so ist der blaue Himmel groesser als jedes +Gewoelk darin, und dauerhafter dazu." + + * * * * * + + + + +ILLUSTRATIONS + + +"BUT SHE REMEMBERED THE LITTLE MISS JESSAMINE" _Frontispiece_ + +TITLEPAGE + +"NEXT DAY JANE HAD HEARD MORE" + +AT THE POND + +"JACKANAPES COULD HARDLY SLEEP FOR SPECULATING" + +"HE WAS DISPOSED TO TALK CONFIDENTIALLY" + +THE GENERAL'S GRANDSON + +THE BOY TRUMPETER + +TAILPIECE + +FINIS + + * * * * * + + "_If I might buffet for my love, or bound my horse for her + favors, I could lay on like a butcher, and sit like a + Jackanapes, never off_!" + +KING HENRY V, Act 5, Scene 2. + + * * * * * + + + + +JACKANAPES + +CHAPTER I. + + Last noon beheld them full of lusty life, + Last eve in Beauty's circle proudly gay, + The midnight brought the signal sound of strife, + The morn the marshalling in arms--the day + Battle's magnificently stern array! + The thunder clouds close o'er it, which when rent + The earth is covered thick with other clay, + Which her own clay shall cover, heaped and pent, + Rider and horse:--friend, foe,--in one red burial blent. + + Their praise is hymn'd by loftier harps than mine: + Yet one would I select from that proud throng. + ---- to thee, to thousands, of whom each + And one as all a ghastly gap did make + In his own kind and kindred, whom to teach + Forgetfulness were mercy for their sake; + The Archangel's trump, not glory's, must awake + Those whom they thirst for.--BYRON. + + +Two Donkeys and the Geese lived on the Green, and all other residents +of any social standing lived in houses round it. The houses had no +names. Everybody's address was, "The Green," but the Postman and the +people of the place knew where each family lived. As to the rest of +the world, what has one to do with the rest of the world, when he is +safe at home on his own Goose Green? Moreover, if a stranger did come +on any lawful business, he might ask his way at the shop. + +Most of the inhabitants were long-lived, early deaths (like that of +the little Miss Jessamine) being exceptional; and most of the old +people were proud of their age, especially the sexton, who would be +ninety-nine come Martinmas, and whose father remembered a man who had +carried arrows, as a boy, for the battle of Flodden Field. The Grey +Goose and the big Miss Jessamine were the only elderly persons who +kept their ages secret. Indeed, Miss Jessamine never mentioned any +one's age, or recalled the exact year in which anything had happened. +She said that she had been taught that it was bad manners to do so "in +a mixed assembly." + +The Grey Goose also avoided dates, but this was partly because her +brain, though intelligent, was not mathematical, and computation was +beyond her. She never got farther than "last Michaelmas," "the +Michaelmas before that," and "the Michaelmas before the Michaelmas +before that." After this her head, which was small, became confused, +and she said, "Ga, ga!" and changed the subject. + +But she remembered the little Miss Jessamine, the Miss Jessamine with +the "conspicuous" hair. Her aunt, the big Miss Jessamine, said it was +her only fault. The hair was clean, was abundant, was glossy, but do +what you would with it, it never looked like other people's. And at +church, after Saturday night's wash, it shone like the best brass +fender after a Spring cleaning. In short, it was conspicuous, which +does not become a young woman--especially in church. + +Those were worrying times altogether, and the Green was used for +strange purposes. A political meeting was held on it with the village +Cobbler in the chair, and a speaker who came by stage coach from the +town, where they had wrecked the bakers' shops, and discussed the +price of bread. He came a second time, by stage, but the people had +heard something about him in the meanwhile, and they did not keep him +on the Green. They took him to the pond and tried to make him swim, +which he could not do, and the whole affair was very disturbing to all +quiet and peaceable fowls. After which another man came, and preached +sermons on the Green, and a great many people went to hear him; for +those were "trying times," and folk ran hither and thither for +comfort. And then what did they do but drill the ploughboys on the +Green, to get them ready to fight the French, and teach them the +goose-step! However, that came to an end at last, for Bony was sent to +St. Helena, and the ploughboys were sent back to the plough. + +Everybody lived in fear of Bony in those days, especially the naughty +children, who were kept in order during the day by threats of, "Bony +shall have you," and who had nightmares about him in the dark. They +thought he was an Ogre in a cocked hat. The Grey Goose thought he was +a fox, and that all the men of England were going out in red coats to +hunt him. It was no use to argue the point, for she had a very small +head, and when one idea got into it there was no room for another. + +Besides, the Grey Goose never saw Bony, nor did the children, which +rather spoilt the terror of him, so that the Black Captain became more +effective as a Bogy with hardened offenders. The Grey Goose remembered +_his_ coming to the place perfectly. What he came for she did not +pretend to know. It was all part and parcel of the war and bad times. +He was called the Black Captain, partly because of himself, and partly +because of his wonderful black mare. Strange stories were afloat of +how far and how fast that mare could go, when her master's hand was on +her mane and he whispered in her ear. Indeed, some people thought we +might reckon ourselves very lucky if we were not out of the frying-pan +into the fire, and had not got a certain well-known Gentleman of the +Road to protect us against the French. But that, of course, made him +none the less useful to the Johnson's Nurse, when the little Miss +Johnsons were naughty. + +"You leave off crying this minnit, Miss Jane, or I'll give you right +away to that horrid wicked officer. Jemima! just look out o' the +windy, if you please, and see if the Black Cap'n's a-com-ing with his +horse to carry away Miss Jane." + +And there, sure enough, the Black Captain strode by, with his sword +clattering as if it did not know whose head to cut off first. But he +did not call for Miss Jane that time. He went on to the Green, where +he came so suddenly upon the eldest Master Johnson, sitting in a +puddle on purpose, in his new nankeen skeleton suit, that the young +gentleman thought judgment had overtaken him at last, and abandoned +himself to the howlings of despair. His howls were redoubled when he +was clutched from behind and swung over the Black Captain's shoulder, +but in five minutes his tears were stanched, and he was playing with +the officer's accoutrements. All of which the Grey Goose saw with her +own eyes, and heard afterwards that that bad boy had been whining to +go back to the Black Captain ever since, which showed how hardened he +was, and that nobody but Bonaparte himself could be expected to do him +any good. + +But those were "trying times." It was bad enough when the pickle of a +large and respectable family cried for the Black Captain; when it came +to the little Miss Jessamine crying for him, one felt that the sooner +the French landed and had done with it the better. + +The big Miss Jessamine's objection to him was that he was a soldier, +and this prejudice was shared by all the Green. "A soldier," as the +speaker from the town had observed, "is a bloodthirsty, unsettled sort +of a rascal; that the peaceable, home-loving, bread-winning citizen +can never conscientiously look on as a brother, till he has beaten his +sword into a ploughshare, and his spear into a pruning-hook." + +On the other hand there was some truth in what the Postman (an old +soldier) said in reply; that the sword has to cut a way for us out of +many a scrape into which our bread-winners get us when they drive +their ploughshares into fallows that don't belong to them. Indeed, +whilst our most peaceful citizens were prosperous chiefly by means of +cotton, of sugar, and of the rise and fall of the money-market (not to +speak of such salable matters as opium, firearms, and "black ivory"), +disturbances were apt to arise in India, Africa and other outlandish +parts, where the fathers of our domestic race were making fortunes for +their families. And, for that matter, even on the Green, we did not +wish the military to leave us in the lurch, so long as there was any +fear that the French were coming.[1] + +[Footnote 1: "The political men declare war, and generally for +commercial interests; but when the nation is thus embroiled with its +neighbors the soldier ... draws the sword, at the command of his +country.... One word as to thy comparison of military and commercial +persons. What manner of men be they who have supplied the Caffres with +the firearms and ammunition to maintain their savage and deplorable +wars? Assuredly they are not military.... Cease then, if thou would'st +be counted among the just, to vilify soldiers."--W. NAPIER, Lieut. +General, _November_, 1851.] + +To let the Black Captain have little Miss Jessamine, however, was +another matter. Her Aunt would not hear of it; and then, to crown all, +it appeared that the Captain's father did not think the young lady +good enough for his son. Never was any affair more clearly brought to +a conclusion. + +But those were "trying times;" and one moon-light night, when the Grey +Goose was sound asleep upon one leg, the Green was rudely shaken under +her by the thud of a horse's feet. "Ga, ga!" said she, putting down +the other leg, and running away. + +By the time she returned to her place not a thing was to be seen or +heard. The horse had passed like a shot. But next day, there was +hurrying and skurrying and cackling at a very early hour, all about +the white house with the black beams, where Miss Jessamine lived. And +when the sun was so low, and the shadows so long on the grass that the +Grey Goose felt ready to run away at the sight of her own neck, little +Miss Jane Johnson, and her "particular friend" Clarinda, sat under the +big oak-tree on the Green, and Jane pinched Clarinda's little finger +till she found that she could keep a secret, and then she told her in +confidence that she had heard from Nurse and Jemima that Miss +Jessamine's niece had been a very naughty girl, and that that horrid +wicked officer had come for her on his black horse, and carried her +right away. + +[Illustration] + +"Will she never come back?" asked Clarinda. + +"Oh, no!" said Jane decidedly. "Bony never brings people back." + +"Not never no more?" sobbed Clarinda, for she was weak-minded, and +could not bear to think that Bony never, never let naughty people go +home again. + +Next day Jane had heard more. + +"He has taken her to a Green?" + +"A Goose Green?" asked Clarinda. + +"No. A Gretna Green. Don't ask so many questions, child," said Jane; +who, having no more to tell, gave herself airs. + +Jane was wrong on one point. Miss Jessamine's niece did come back, and +she and her husband were forgiven. The Grey Goose remembered it well, +it was Michaelmastide, the Michaelmas before the Michaelmas before the +Michaelmas--but ga, ga! What does the date matter? It was autumn, +harvest-time, and everybody was so busy prophesying and praying about +the crops, that the young couple wandered through the lanes, and got +blackberries for Miss Jessamine's celebrated crab and blackberry jam, +and made guys of themselves with bryony-wreaths, and not a soul +troubled his head about them, except the children, and the Postman. +The children dogged the Black Captain's footsteps (his bubble +reputation as an Ogre having burst), clamoring for a ride on the black +mare. And the Postman would go somewhat out of his postal way to catch +the Captain's dark eye, and show that he had not forgotten how to +salute an officer. + +But they were "trying times." One afternoon the black mare was +stepping gently up and down the grass, with her head at her master's +shoulder, and as many children crowded on to her silky back as if she +had been an elephant in a menagerie; and the next afternoon she +carried him away, sword and _sabre-tache_ clattering war-music at her +side, and the old Postman waiting for them, rigid with salutation, at +the four cross roads. + +War and bad times! It was a hard winter, and the big Miss Jessamine +and the little Miss Jessamine (but she was Mrs. Black-Captain now), +lived very economically that they might help their poorer neighbors. +They neither entertained nor went into company, but the young lady +always went up the village as far as the _George and Dragon_, for air +and exercise, when the London Mail[2] came in. + +[Footnote 2: The Mail Coach it was that distributed over the face of +the land, like the opening of apocalyptic vials, the heart-shaking +news of Trafalgar, of Salamanca, of Vittoria, of Waterloo.... The +grandest chapter of our experience, within the whole Mail Coach +service, was on those occasions when we went down from London with the +news of Victory. Five years of life it was worth paying down for the +privilege of an outside place. + +DE QUINCEY.] + +One day (it was a day in the following June) it came in earlier than +usual, and the young lady was not there to meet it. + +But a crowd soon gathered round the _George and Dragon_, gaping to see +the Mail Coach dressed with flowers and oak-leaves, and the guard +wearing a laurel wreath over and above his royal livery. The ribbons +that decked the horses were stained and flecked with the warmth and +foam of the pace at which they had come, for they had pressed on with +the news of Victory. + +Miss Jessamine was sitting with her niece under the oak-tree on the +Green, when the Postman put a newspaper silently into her hand. Her +niece turned quickly--"Is there news?" + +"Don't agitate yourself, my dear," said her aunt. "I will read it +aloud, and then we can enjoy it together; a far more comfortable +method, my love, than when you go up the village, and come home out of +breath, having snatched half the news as you run." + +"I am all attention, dear aunt," said the little lady, clasping her +hands tightly on her lap. + +Then Miss Jessamine read aloud--she was proud of her reading--and the +old soldier stood at attention behind her, with such a blending of +pride and pity on his face as it was strange to see:-- + +"DOWNING STREET, + +"_June_ 22, 1815, 1 A.M." + +"That's one in the morning," gasped the Postman; "beg your pardon, +mum." + +But though he apologized, he could not refrain from echoing here and +there a weighty word. "Glorious victory,"--"Two hundred pieces of +artillery,"--"Immense quantity of ammunition,"--and so forth. + + "The loss of the British Army upon this occasion has + unfortunately been most severe. It had not been possible to + make out a return of the killed and wounded when Major Percy + left headquarters. The names of the officers killed and + wounded, as far as they can be collected, are annexed. + +"I have the honor ----" + +"The list, aunt! Read the list!" + +"My love--my darling--let us go in and--" + +"No. Now! now!" + +To one thing the supremely afflicted are entitled in their sorrow--to +be obeyed--and yet it is the last kindness that people commonly will +do them. But Miss Jessamine did. Steadying her voice, as best she +might, she read on, and the old soldier stood bareheaded to hear that +first Roll of the Dead at Waterloo, which began with the Duke of +Brunswick, and ended with Ensign Brown.[3] Five-and-thirty British +Captains fell asleep that day on the bed of Honor, and the Black +Captain slept among them. + +[Footnote 3: "Brunswick's fated chieftain" fell at Quatre Bras, the +day before Waterloo, but this first (very imperfect) list, as it +appeared in the newspapers of the day, did begin with his name, and +end with that of an Ensign Brown.] + + * * * * * + +There are killed and wounded by war, of whom no returns reach Downing +Street. + +Three days later, the Captain's wife had joined him, and Miss +Jessamine was kneeling by the cradle of their orphan son, a purple-red +morsel of humanity, with conspicuously golden hair. + +"Will he live, Doctor?" + +"Live? GOD bless my soul, ma'am! Look at him! The young Jackanapes!" + + + + +CHAPTER II. + + And he wandered away and away + With Nature, the dear old Nurse. + +LONGFELLOW. + + +The Grey Goose remembered quite well the year that Jackanapes began +to walk, for it was the year that the speckled hen for the first time +in all her motherly life got out of patience when she was sitting. She +had been rather proud of the eggs--they are unusually large--but she +never felt quite comfortable on them; and whether it was because she +used to get cramp, and got off the nest, or because the season was +bad, or what, she never could tell, but every egg was addled but one, +and the one that did hatch gave her more trouble than any chick she +had ever reared. + +It was a fine, downy, bright yellow little thing, but it had a +monstrous big nose and feet, and such an ungainly walk as she knew no +other instance of in her well-bred and high-stepping family. And as to +behavior, it was not that it was either quarrelsome or moping, but +simply unlike the rest. When the other chicks hopped and cheeped on +the Green all at their mother's feet, this solitary yellow one went +waddling off on its own responsibility, and do or cluck what the +spreckled hen would, it went to play in the pond. + +It was off one day as usual, and the hen was fussing and fuming after +it, when the Postman, going to deliver a letter at Miss Jessamine's +door, was nearly knocked over by the good lady herself, who, bursting +out of the house with her cap just off and her bonnet just not on, +fell into his arms, crying-- + +"Baby! Baby! Jackanapes! Jackanapes!" + +If the Postman loved anything on earth, he loved the Captain's +yellow-haired child, so propping Miss Jessamine against her own +door-post, he followed the direction of her trembling fingers and made +for the Green. + +Jackanapes had had the start of the Postman by nearly ten minutes. The +world--the round green world with an oak tree on it--was just becoming +very interesting to him. He had tried, vigorously but ineffectually, +to mount a passing pig the last time he was taken out walking; but +then he was encumbered with a nurse. Now he was his own master, and +might, by courage and energy, become the master of that delightful, +downy, dumpy, yellow thing, that was bobbing along over the green +grass in front of him. Forward! Charge! He aimed well, and grabbed it, +but only to feel the delicious downiness and dumpiness slipping +through his fingers as he fell upon his face. "Quawk!" said the yellow +thing, and wobbled off sideways. It was this oblique movement that +enabled Jackanapes to come up with it, for it was bound for the Pond, +and therefore obliged to come back into line. He failed again from +top-heaviness, and his prey escaped sideways as before, and, as +before, lost ground in getting back to the direct road to the Pond. + +[Illustration] + +And at the Pond the Postman found them both, one yellow thing rocking +safely on the ripples that lie beyond duck-weed, and the other washing +his draggled frock with tears, because he too had tried to sit upon +the Pond, and it wouldn't hold him. + + + + +CHAPTER III. + + ... If studious, copie fair what time hath blurred, + Redeem truth from his jawes; if souldier, + Chase brave employments with a naked sword + Throughout the world. Fool not; for all may have, + If they dare try, a glorious life, or grave. + + * * * * * + + In brief, acquit thee bravely: play the man. Look not on + pleasures as they come, but go. Defer not the least vertue: + life's poore span Make not an ell, by trifling in thy woe. If + thou do ill, the joy fades, not the pains. If well, the pain + doth fade, the joy remains. + +GEORGE HERBERT. + + +Young Mrs. Johnson, who was a mother of many, hardly knew which to +pity more; Miss Jessamine for having her little ways and her +antimacassars rumpled by a young Jackanapes; or the boy himself, for +being brought up by an old maid. + +Oddly enough, she would probably have pitied neither, had Jackanapes +been a girl. (One is so apt to think that what works smoothest works +to the highest ends, having no patience for the results of friction.) +That Father in GOD, who bade the young men to be pure, and the maidens +brave, greatly disturbed a member of his congregation, who thought +that the great preacher had made a slip of the tongue. + +"That the girls should have purity, and the boys courage, is what you +would say, good Father?" + +"Nature has done that," was the reply; "I meant what I said." + +In good sooth, a young maid is all the better for learning some +robuster virtues than maidenliness and not to move the antimacassars. +And the robuster virtues require some fresh air and freedom. As, on +the other hand, Jackanapes (who had a boy's full share of the little +beast and the young monkey in his natural composition) was none the +worse, at his tender years, for learning some maidenliness--so far as +maidenliness means decency, pity, unselfishness and pretty behavior. + +And it is due to him to say that he was an obedient boy, and a boy +whose word could be depended on, long before his grandfather the +General came to live at the Green. + +He was obedient; that is he did what his great aunt told him. But--oh +dear! oh dear!--the pranks he played, which it had never entered into +her head to forbid! + +It was when he had just been put into skeletons (frocks never suited +him) that he became very friendly with Master Tony Johnson, a younger +brother of the young gentleman who sat in the puddle on purpose. Tony +was not enterprising, and Jackanapes led him by the nose. One summer's +evening they were out late, and Miss Jessamine was becoming anxious, +when Jackanapes presented himself with a ghastly face all besmirched +with tears. He was unusually subdued. + +"I'm afraid," he sobbed; "if you please, I'm very much afraid that +Tony Johnson's dying in the churchyard." + +Miss Jessamine was just beginning to be distracted, when she smelt +Jackanapes. + +"You naughty, naughty boys! Do you mean to tell me that you've been +smoking?" + +"Not pipes," urged Jackanapes; "upon my honor, Aunty, not pipes. Only +segars like Mr. Johnson's! and only made of brown paper with a very, +very little tobacco from the shop inside them." + +Whereupon, Miss Jessamine sent a servant to the churchyard, who found +Tony Johnson lying on a tomb-stone, very sick, and having ceased to +entertain any hopes of his own recovery. + +If it could be possible that any "unpleasantness" could arise between +two such amiable neighbors as Miss Jessamine and Mrs. Johnson--and if +the still more incredible paradox can be that ladies may differ over a +point on which they are agreed--that point was the admitted fact that +Tony Johnson was "delicate," and the difference lay chiefly in this: +Mrs. Johnson said that Tony was delicate--meaning that he was more +finely strung, more sensitive, a properer subject for pampering and +petting than Jackanapes, and that, consequently, Jackanapes was to +blame for leading Tony into scrapes which resulted in his being +chilled, frightened, or (most frequently) sick. But when Miss +Jessamine said that Tony Johnson was delicate, she meant that he was +more puling, less manly, and less healthily brought up than +Jackanapes, who, when they got into mischief together, was certainly +not to blame because his friend could not get wet, sit a kicking +donkey, ride in the giddy-go-round, bear the noise of a cracker, or +smoke brown paper with impunity, as he could. + +Not that there was ever the slightest quarrel between the ladies. It +never even came near it, except the day after Tony had been so very +sick with riding Bucephalus in the giddy-go-round. Mrs. Johnson had +explained to Miss Jessamine that the reason Tony was so easily upset, +was the unusual sensitiveness (as a doctor had explained it to her) of +the nervous centres in her family--"Fiddlestick!" So Mrs. Johnson +understood Miss Jessamine to say, but it appeared that she only said +"Treaclestick!" which is quite another thing, and of which Tony was +undoubtedly fond. + +[Illustration] + +It was at the fair that Tony was made ill by riding on Bucephalus. +Once a year the Goose Green became the scene of a carnival. First of +all, carts and caravans were rumbling up all along, day and night. +Jackanapes could hear them as he lay in bed, and could hardly sleep +for speculating what booths and whirligigs he should find fairly +established, when he and his dog Spitfire went out after breakfast. As +a matter of fact, he seldom had to wait long for news of the Fair. The +Postman knew the window out of which Jackanapes' yellow head would +come, and was ready with his report. + +"Royal Theayter, Master Jackanapes, in the old place, but be careful +o' them seats, sir; they're rickettier than ever. Two sweets and a +ginger-beer under the oak tree, and the Flying Boats is just a-coming +along the road." + +No doubt it was partly because he had already suffered severely in the +Flying Boats, that Tony collapsed so quickly in the giddy-go-round. He +only mounted Bucephalus (who was spotted, and had no tail) because +Jackanapes urged him, and held out the ingenious hope that the +round-and-round feeling would very likely cure the up-and-down +sensation. It did not, however, and Tony tumbled off during the first +revolution. + +Jackanapes was not absolutely free from qualms, but having once +mounted the Black Prince he stuck to him as a horseman should. During +the first round he waved his hat, and observed with some concern that +the Black Prince had lost an ear since last Fair; at the second, he +looked a little pale but sat upright, though somewhat unnecessarily +rigid; at the third round he shut his eyes. During the fourth his hat +fell off, and he clasped his horse's neck. By the fifth he had laid +his yellow head against the Black Prince's mane, and so clung anyhow +till the hobby-horses stopped, when the proprietor assisted him to +alight, and he sat down rather suddenly and said he had enjoyed it +very much. + +The Grey Goose always ran away at the first approach of the caravans, +and never came back to the Green till there was nothing left of the +Fair but footmarks and oyster-shells. Running away was her pet +principle; the only system, she maintained, by which you can live long +and easily, and lose nothing. If you run away when you see danger, you +can come back when all is safe. Run quickly, return slowly, hold your +head high, and gabble as loud as you can, and you'll preserve the +respect of the Goose Green to a peaceful old age. Why should you +struggle and get hurt, if you can lower your head and swerve, and not +lose a feather? Why in the world should any one spoil the pleasure of +life, or risk his skin, if he can help it? + + "'What's the use' + Said the Goose." + +Before answering which one might have to consider what world--which +life--whether his skin were a goose-skin; but the Grey Goose's head +would never have held all that. + +Grass soon grows over footprints, and the village children took the +oyster-shells to trim their gardens with; but the year after Tony rode +Bucephalus there lingered another relic of Fairtime, in which +Jackanapes was deeply interested. "The Green" proper was originally +only part of a straggling common, which in its turn merged into some +wilder waste land where gipsies sometimes squatted if the authorities +would allow them, especially after the annual Fair. And it was after +the Fair that Jackanapes, out rambling by himself, was knocked over by +the Gipsy's son riding the Gipsy's red-haired pony at break-neck pace +across the common. + +Jackanapes got up and shook himself, none the worse, except for being +heels over head in love with the red-haired pony. What a rate he went +at! How he spurned the ground with his nimble feet! How his red coat +shone in the sunshine! And what bright eyes peeped out of his dark +forelock as it was blown by the wind! + +The Gipsy boy had had a fright, and he was willing enough to reward +Jackanapes for not having been hurt, by consenting to let him have a +ride. + +"Do you mean to kill the little fine gentleman, and swing us all on +the gibbet, you rascal?" screamed the Gipsy-mother, who came up just +as Jackanapes and the pony set off. + +"He would get on," replied her son. "It'll not kill him. He'll fall on +his yellow head, and it's as tough as a cocoanut." + +But Jackanapes did not fall. He stuck to the red-haired pony as he had +stuck to the hobbyhorse; but oh, how different the delight of this +wild gallop with flesh and blood! Just as his legs were beginning to +feel as if he did not feel them, the Gipsy boy cried "Lollo!" Round +went the pony so unceremoniously, that, with as little ceremony, +Jackanapes clung to his neck, and he did not properly recover himself +before Lollo stopped with a jerk at the place where they had started. + +"Is his name Lollo?" asked Jackanapes, his hand lingering in the wiry +mane. + +"Yes." + +"What does Lollo mean?" + +"Red." + +"Is Lollo your pony?" + +"No. My father's." And the Gipsy boy led Lollo away. + +At the first opportunity Jackanapes stole away again to the common. +This time he saw the Gipsy-father, smoking a dirty pipe. + +"Lollo is your pony, isn't he?" said Jackanapes. + +"Yes." + +"He's a very nice one." + +"He's a racer." + +"You don't want to sell him, do you?" + +"Fifteen pounds," said the Gipsy-father; and Jackanapes sighed and +went home again. That very afternoon he and Tony rode the two donkeys, +and Tony managed to get thrown, and even Jackanapes' donkey kicked. +But it was jolting, clumsy work after the elastic swiftness and the +dainty mischief of the red-haired pony. + +A few days later Miss Jessamine spoke very seriously to Jackanapes. +She was a good deal agitated as she told him that his grandfather, the +General, was coming to the Green, and that he must be on his very best +behavior during the visit. If it had been feasible to leave off +calling him Jackanapes and to get used to his baptismal name of +Theodore before the day after to-morrow (when the General was due), it +would have been satisfactory. But Miss Jessamine feared it would be +impossible in practice, and she had scruples about it on principle. It +would not seem quite truthful, although she had always most fully +intended that he should be called Theodore when he had outgrown the +ridiculous appropriateness of his nickname. The fact was that he had +not outgrown it, but he must take care to remember who was meant when +his grandfather said Theodore. + +Indeed for that matter he must take care all along. + +"You are apt to be giddy, Jackanapes," said Miss Jessamine. + +"Yes aunt," said Jackanapes, thinking of the hobby-horses. + +"You are a good boy, Jackanapes. Thank GOD, I can tell your +grandfather that. An obedient boy, an honorable boy, and a +kind-hearted boy. But you are--in short, you _are_ a Boy, Jackanapes. +And I hope,"--added Miss Jessamine, desperate with the results of +experience--"that the General knows that Boys will be Boys." + +What mischief could be foreseen, Jackanapes promised to guard against. +He was to keep his clothes and his hands clean, to look over his +catechism, not to put sticky things in his pockets, to keep that hair +of his smooth--("It's the wind that blows it, Aunty," said +Jackanapes--"I'll send by the coach for some bear's-grease," said Miss +Jessamine, tying a knot in her pocket-handkerchief)--not to burst in +at the parlor door, not to talk at the top of his voice, not to +crumple his Sunday frill, and to sit quite quiet during the sermon, to +be sure to say "sir" to the General, to be careful about rubbing his +shoes on the doormat, and to bring his lesson-books to his aunt at +once that she might iron down the dogs' ears. The General arrived, and +for the first day all went well, except that Jackanapes' hair was as +wild as usual, for the hair-dresser had no bear's-grease left. He +began to feel more at ease with his grandfather, and disposed to talk +confidentially with him, as he did with the Postman. All that the +General felt it would take too long to tell, but the result was the +same. He was disposed to talk confidentially with Jackanapes. + +[Illustration] + +"Mons'ous pretty place this," he said, looking out of the lattice on +to the Green, where the grass was vivid with sunset, and the shadows +were long and peaceful. + +"You should see it in Fair-week, sir," said Jackanapes, shaking his +yellow mop, and leaning back in his one of the two Chippendale +arm-chairs in which they sat. + +"A fine time that, eh?" said the General, with a twinkle in his left +eye. (The other was glass.) + +Jackanapes shook his hair once more. "I enjoyed this last one the best +of all," he said. "I'd so much money." + +"By George, it's not a common complaint in these bad times. How much +had ye?" + +"I'd two shillings. A new shilling Aunty gave me, and elevenpence I +had saved up, and a penny from the Postman--_sir_!" added Jackanapes +with a jerk, having forgotten it. + +"And how did ye spend it--_sir_?" inquired the General. Jackanapes +spread his ten fingers on the arms of his chair, and shut his eyes +that he might count the more conscientiously. + +"Watch-stand for Aunty, threepence. Trumpet for myself, twopence, +that's fivepence. Ginger-nuts for Tony, twopence, and a mug with a +Grenadier on for the Postman, fourpence, that's elevenpence. +Shooting-gallery a penny, that's a shilling. Giddy-go-round, a penny, +that's one and a penny. Treating Tony, one and twopence. Flying Boats +(Tony paid for himself), a penny, one and threepence. Shooting-gallery +again, one and fourpence; Fat Woman a penny, one and fivepence. +Giddy-go-round again, one and sixpence. Shooting-gallery, one and +sevenpence. Treating Tony, and then he wouldn't shoot, so I did, one +and eightpence. Living Skeleton, a penny--no, Tony treated me, the +Living Skeleton doesn't count. Skittles, a penny, one and ninepence. +Mermaid (but when we got inside she was dead), a penny, one and +tenpence. Theatre, a penny (Priscilla Partington, or the Green Lane +Murder. A beautiful young lady, sir, with pink cheeks and a real +pistol), that's one and elevenpence. Ginger beer, a penny (I _was_ so +thirsty!) two shillings. And then the Shooting-gallery man gave me a +turn for nothing, because, he said, I was a real gentleman, and spent +my money like a man." + +"So you do, sir, so you do!" cried the General. "Why, sir, you spend +it like a prince.--And now I suppose you've not got a penny in your +pocket?" + +"Yes I have," said Jackanapes. "Two pennies. They are saving up." And +Jackanapes jingled them with his hand. + +"You don't want money except at fair-times, I suppose?" said the +General. + +Jackanapes shook his mop. + +"If I could have as much as I want, I should know what to buy," said +he. + +"And how much do you want, if you could get it?" + +"Wait a minute, sir, till I think what twopence from fifteen pounds +leaves. Two from nothing you can't, but borrow twelve. Two from +twelve, ten, and carry one. Please remember ten, sir, when I ask you. +One from nothing you can't, borrow twenty. One from twenty, nineteen, +and carry one. One from fifteen, fourteen. Fourteen pounds nineteen +and--what did I tell you to remember?" + +"Ten," said the General. + +"Fourteen pounds nineteen shillings and tenpence then, is what I +want," said Jackanapes. + +"Bless my soul, what for?" + +"To buy Lollo with. Lollo means red, sir. The Gipsy's red-haired pony, +sir. Oh, he is beautiful! You should see his coat in the sunshine! You +should see his mane! You should see his tail! Such little feet, sir, +and they go like lightning! Such a dear face, too, and eyes like a +mouse! But he's a racer, and the Gipsy wants fifteen pounds for him." + +"If he's a racer, you couldn't ride him. Could you?" + +"No--o, sir, but I can stick to him. I did the other day." + +"You did, did you? Well, I'm fond of riding myself, and if the beast +is as good as you say, he might suit me." + +"You're too tall for Lollo, I think," said Jackanapes, measuring his +grandfather with his eye. + +"I can double up my legs, I suppose. We'll have a look at him +to-morrow." + +"Don't you weigh a good deal?" asked Jackanapes. + +"Chiefly waistcoats," said the General, slapping the breast of his +military frock-coat. "We'll have the little racer on the Green the +first thing in the morning. Glad you mentioned it, grandson. Glad you +mentioned it." + +The General was as good as his word. Next morning the Gipsy and Lollo, +Miss Jessamine, Jackanapes and his grandfather and his dog Spitfire, +were all gathered at one end of the Green in a group, which so aroused +the innocent curiosity of Mrs. Johnson, as she saw it from one of her +upper windows, that she and the children took their early promenade +rather earlier than usual. The General talked to the Gipsy, and +Jackanapes fondled Lollo's mane, and did not know whether he should be +more glad or miserable if his grandfather bought him. + +"Jackanapes!" + +"Yes, sir!" + +"I've bought Lollo, but I believe you were right. He hardly stands +high enough for me. If you can ride him to the other end of the Green, +I'll give him to you." + +How Jackanapes tumbled on to Lollo's back he never knew. He had just +gathered up the reins when the Gipsy-father took him by the arm. + +"If you want to make Lollo go fast, my little gentleman--" + +"_I_ can make him go!" said Jackanapes, and drawing from his pocket +the trumpet he had bought in the fair, he blew a blast both loud and +shrill. + +Away went Lollo, and away went Jackanapes' hat. His golden hair flew +out an aureole from which his cheeks shone red and distended with +trumpeting. Away went Spitfire, mad with the rapture of the race, and +the wind in his silky ears. Away went the geese, the cocks, the hens, +and the whole family of Johnson. Lucy clung to her mamma, Jane saved +Emily by the gathers of her gown, and Tony saved himself by a +somersault. + +The Grey Goose was just returning when Jackanapes and Lollo rode back, +Spitfire panting behind. + +"Good, my little gentleman, good!" said the Gipsy. "You were born to +the saddle. You've the flat thigh, the strong knee, the wiry back, +and the light caressing hand, all you want is to learn the whisper. +Come here!" + +"What was that dirty fellow talking about, grandson?" asked the +General. + +"I can't tell you, sir. It's a secret." + +They were sitting in the window again, in the two Chippendale +arm-chairs, the General devouring every line of his grandson's face, +with strange spasms crossing his own. + +"You must love your aunt very much, Jackanapes?" + +"I do, sir," said Jackanapes warmly. + +"And whom do you love next best to your aunt?" + +The ties of blood were pressing very strongly on the General himself, +and perhaps he thought of Lollo. But Love is not bought in a day, even +with fourteen pounds nineteen shillings and tenpence. Jackanapes +answered quite readily, "The Postman." + +"Why the Postman?" + +"He knew my father," said Jackanapes, "and he tells me about him, and +about his black mare. My father was a soldier, a brave soldier. He +died at Waterloo. When I grow up I want to be a soldier too." + +"So you shall, my boy. So you shall." + +"Thank you, grandfather. Aunty doesn't want me to be a soldier for +fear of being killed." + +"Bless my life! Would she have you get into a feather-bed and stay +there? Why, you might be killed by a thunderbolt, if you were a +butter-merchant!" + +"So I might. I shall tell her so. What a funny fellow you are, sir! I +say, do you think my father knew the Gipsy's secret? The Postman says +he used to whisper to his black mare." + +"Your father was taught to ride as a child, by one of those horsemen +of the East who swoop and dart and wheel about a plain like swallows +in autumn. Grandson! Love me a little too. I can tell you more about +your father than the Postman can." + +"I do love you," said Jackanapes. "Before you came I was frightened. +I'd no notion you were so nice." + +"Love me always, boy, whatever I do or leave undone. And--GOD help +me--whatever you do or leave undone, I'll love you! There shall never be +a cloud between us for a day; no, sir, not for an hour. We're imperfect +enough, all of us, we needn't be so bitter; and life is uncertain enough +at its safest, we needn't waste its opportunities. Look at me! Here sit +I, after a dozen battles and some of the worst climates in the world, +and by yonder lych gate lies your mother, who didn't move five miles, I +suppose, from your aunt's apron-strings,--dead in her teens; my +golden-haired daughter, whom I never saw." + +Jackanapes was terribly troubled. + +"Don't cry, grandfather," he pleaded, his own blue eyes round with +tears. "I will love you very much, and I will try to be very good. But +I should like to be a soldier." + +"You shall, my boy, you shall. You've more claims for a commission +than you know of. Cavalry, I suppose; eh, ye young Jackanapes? Well, +well; if you live to be an honor to your country, this old-heart +shall grow young again with pride for you; and if you die in the +service of your country--GOD bless me, it can but break for ye!" + +And beating the region which he said was all waistcoats, as if they +stifled him, the old man got up and strode out on to the Green. + + + + +CHAPTER IV. + + "Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his + life for his friends."--JOHN XV. 13. + + +Twenty and odd years later the Grey Goose was still alive, and in full +possession of her faculties, such as they were. She lived slowly and +carefully, and she lived long. So did Miss Jessamine; but the General +was dead. + +He had lived on the Green for many years, during which he and the +Postman saluted each other with a punctiliousness that it almost +drilled one to witness. He would have completely spoiled Jackanapes if +Miss Jessamine's conscience would have let him; otherwise he somewhat +dragooned his neighbors, and was as positive about parish matters as a +ratepayer about the army. A stormy-tempered, tender-hearted soldier, +irritable with the suffering of wounds of which he never spoke, whom +all the village followed to his grave with tears. + +The General's death was a great shock to Miss Jessamine, and her +nephew stayed with her for some little time after the funeral. Then he +was obliged to join his regiment, which was ordered abroad. + +One effect of the conquest which the General had gained over the +affections of the village, was a considerable abatement of the popular +prejudice against "the military." Indeed the village was now somewhat +importantly represented in the army. There was the General himself, +and the Postman, and the Black Captain's tablet in the church, and +Jackanapes, and Tony Johnson, and a Trumpeter. + +[Illustration] + +Tony Johnson had no more natural taste for fighting than for riding, +but he was as devoted as ever to Jackanapes, and that was how it came +about that Mr. Johnson bought him a commission in the same cavalry +regiment that the General's grandson (whose commission had been given +him by the Iron Duke) was in, and that he was quite content to be the +butt of the mess where Jackanapes was the hero; and that when +Jackanapes wrote home to Miss Jessamine, Tony wrote with the same +purpose to his mother; namely, to demand her congratulations that they +were on active service at last, and were ordered to the front. And he +added a postscript to the effect that she could have no idea how +popular Jackanapes was, nor how splendidly he rode the wonderful red +charger whom he had named after his old friend Lollo. + + * * * * * + +"Sound Retire!" + +A Boy Trumpeter, grave with the weight of responsibilities and +accoutrements beyond his years, and stained, so that his own mother +would not have known him, with the sweat and dust of battle, did as he +was bid; and then pushing his trumpet pettishly aside, adjusted his +weary legs for the hundredth time to the horse which was a world too +big for him, and muttering, "'Tain't a pretty tune," tried to see +something of this, his first engagement, before it came to an end. + +Being literally in the thick of it, he could hardly have seen less or +known less of what happened in that particular skirmish if he had been +at home in England. For many good reasons; including dust and smoke, +and that what attention he dared distract from his commanding officer +was pretty well absorbed by keeping his hard-mouthed troop-horse in +hand, under pain of execration by his neighbors in the melee. +By-and-by, when the newspapers came out, if he could get a look at one +before it was thumbed to bits, he would learn that the enemy had +appeared from ambush in overwhelming numbers, and that orders had been +given to fall back, which was done slowly and in good order, the men +fighting as they retired. + +Born and bred on the Goose Green, the youngest of Mr. Johnson's +gardener's numerous off-spring, the boy had given his family "no +peace" till they let him "go for a soldier" with Master Tony and +Master Jackanapes. They consented at last, with more tears than they +shed when an elder son was sent to jail for poaching, and the boy was +perfectly happy in his life, and full of _esprit de corps_. It was +this which had been wounded by having to sound retreat for "the young +gentlemen's regiment," the first time he served with it before the +enemy, and he was also harassed by having completely lost sight of +Master Tony. There had been some hard fighting before the backward +movement began, and he had caught sight of him once, but not since. On +the other hand, all the pulses of his village pride had been stirred +by one or two visions of Master Jackanapes whirling about on his +wonderful horse. He had been easy to distinguish, since an eccentric +blow had bared his head without hurting it, for his close golden mop +of hair gleamed in the hot sunshine as brightly as the steel of the +sword flashing round it. + +Of the missiles that fell pretty thickly, the Boy Trumpeter did not +take much notice. First, one can't attend to everything, and his hands +were full. Secondly, one gets used to anything. Thirdly, experience +soon teaches one, in spite of proverbs, how very few bullets find +their billet. Far more unnerving is the mere suspicion of fear or even +of anxiety in the human mass around you. The Boy was beginning to +wonder if there were any dark reason for the increasing pressure, and +whether they would be allowed to move back more quickly, when the +smoke in front lifted for a moment, and he could see the plain, and +the enemy's line some two hundred yards away. + +[Illustration] + +And across the plain between them, he saw Master Jackanapes galloping +alone at the top of Lollo's speed, their faces to the enemy, his +golden head at Lollo's ear. + +But at this moment noise and smoke seemed to burst out on every side, +the officer shouted to him to sound retire, and between trumpeting and +bumping about on his horse, he saw and heard no more of the incidents +of his first battle. + +Tony Johnson was always unlucky with horses, from the days of the +giddy-go-round onwards. On this day--of all days in the year--his own +horse was on the sick list, and he had to ride an inferior, +ill-conditioned beast, and fell off that, at the very moment when it +was a matter of life or death to be able to ride away. The horse fell +on him, but struggled up again, and Tony managed to keep hold of it. +It was in trying to remount that he discovered, by helplessness and +anguish, that one of his legs was crushed and broken, and that no feat +of which he was master would get him into the saddle. Not able even to +stand alone, awkwardly, agonizingly unable to mount his restive horse, +his life was yet so strong within him! And on one side of him rolled +the dust and smoke-cloud of his advancing foe, and on the other, that +which covered his retreating friends. + +He turned one piteous gaze after them, with a bitter twinge, not of +reproach, but of loneliness; and then, dragging himself up by the side +of his horse, he turned the other way and drew out his pistol, and +waited for the end. Whether he waited seconds or minutes he never +knew, before some one gripped him by the arm. + +"_Jackanapes_! _GOD bless you_! It's my left leg. If you could get me +on--" + +It was like Tony's luck that his pistol went off at his horse's tail, +and made it plunge; but Jackanapes threw him across the saddle. + +"Hold on anyhow, and stick your spur in. I'll lead him. Keep your head +down, they're firing high." + +And Jackanapes laid his head down--to Lollo's ear. + +It was when they were fairly off, that a sudden upspringing of the +enemy in all directions had made it necessary to change the gradual +retirement of our force into as rapid a retreat as possible. And when +Jackanapes became aware of this, and felt the lagging and swerving of +Tony's horse, he began to wish he had thrown his friend across his own +saddle, and left their lives to Lollo. + +When Tony became aware of it, several things came into his head. +1. That the dangers of their ride for life were now more than doubled. +2. That if Jackanapes and Lollo were not burdened with him they would +undoubtedly escape. 3. That Jackanapes' life was infinitely valuable, +and his--Tony's--was not. 4. That this--if he could seize it--was the +supremest of all the moments in which he had tried to assume the +virtues which Jackanapes had by nature; and that if he could be +courageous and unselfish now-- + +He caught at his own reins and spoke very loud-- + +"Jackanapes! It won't do. You and Lollo must go on. Tell the fellows I +gave you back to them, with all my heart. Jackanapes, if you love me, +leave me!" + +There was a daffodil light over the evening sky in front of them, and +it shone strangely on Jackanapes' hair and face. He turned with an odd +look in his eyes that a vainer man than Tony Johnson might have taken +for brotherly pride. Then he shook his mop and laughed at him. + +"_Leave you?_ To save my skin? No, Tony, not to save my soul!" + + + + +CHAPTER V. + + Mr. VALIANT _summoned. His will. His last words._ + + Then, said he, "I am going to my Father's.... My Sword I + give to him that shall succeed me in my Pilgrimage, and my + Courage and Skill to him that can get it." ... And as he + went down deeper, he said, "Grave, where is thy Victory?" + + So he passed over, and all the Trumpets sounded for him on + the other side. + +BUNYAN'S _Pilgrim's, Progress_. + + +Coming out of a hospital-tent, at headquarters, the surgeon cannonaded +against, and rebounded from, another officer; a sallow man, not young, +with a face worn more by ungentle experiences than by age; with weary +eyes that kept their own counsel, iron gray hair, and a moustache that +was as if a raven had laid its wing across his lips and sealed them. + +"Well?" + +"Beg pardon, Major. Didn't see you. Oh, compound fracture and bruises, +but it's all right. He'll pull through." + +"Thank GOD." + +It was probably an involuntary expression, for prayer and praise were +not much in the Major's line, as a jerk of the surgeon's head would +have betrayed to an observer. He was a bright little man, with his +feelings showing all over him, but with gallantry and contempt of +death enough for both sides of his profession; who took a cool head, a +white handkerchief and a case of instruments, where other men went +hot-blooded with weapons, and who was the biggest gossip, male or +female, of the regiment. Not even the Major's taciturnity daunted him. + +"Didn't think he'd as much pluck about him as he has. He'll do all +right if he doesn't fret himself into a fever about poor Jackanapes." + +"Whom are you talking about?" asked the Major hoarsely. + +"Young Johnson. He--" + +"What about Jackanapes?" + +"Don't you know? Sad business. Rode back for Johnson, and brought him +in; but, monstrous ill-luck, hit as they rode. Left lung--" + +"Will he recover?" + +"No. Sad business." "What a frame--what limbs--what health--and what +good looks? Finest young fellow--" + +"Where is he?" + +"In his own tent," said the surgeon sadly. + +The Major wheeled and left him. + + * * * * * + +"Can I do anything else for you?" + +"Nothing, thank you. Except--Major! I wish I could get you to +appreciate Johnson." + +"This is not an easy moment, Jackanapes." + +"Let me tell you, sir--_he_ never will--that if he could have driven +me from him, he would be lying yonder at this moment, and I should be +safe and sound." + +The Major laid his hand over his mouth, as if to keep back a wish he +would have been ashamed to utter. + +"I've known old Tony from a child. He's a fool on impulse, a good man +and a gentleman in principle. And he acts on principle, which it's not +every--some water, please! Thank you, sir. It's very hot, and yet +one's feet get uncommonly cold. Oh, thank you, thank you. He's no +fire-eater, but he has a trained conscience and a tender heart, and +he'll do his duty when a braver and more selfish man might fail you. +But he wants encouragement; and when I'm gone--" + +"He shall have encouragement. You have my word for it. Can I do +nothing else?" + +"Yes, Major. A favor." + +"Thank you, Jackanapes." + +"Be Lollo's master, and love him as well as you can. He's used to it." + +"Wouldn't you rather Johnson had him?" + +The blue eyes twinkled in spite of mortal pain. + +"Tony _rides_ on principle, Major. His legs are bolsters, and will be +to the end of the chapter. I couldn't insult dear Lollo, but if you +don't care--" + +"Whilst I live--which will be longer than I desire or deserve--Lollo +shall want nothing, but--you. I have too little tenderness for--my +dear boy, you're faint. Can you spare me for a moment?" + +"No, stay--Major!" + +"What? What?" + +"My head drifts so--if you wouldn't mind." + +"Yes! Yes!" + +"Say a prayer by me. Out loud please, I am getting deaf." + +"My dearest Jackanapes--my dear boy--" + +"One of the Church Prayers--Parade Service, you know--" + +"I see. But the fact is--GOD forgive me, Jackanapes--I'm a very +different sort of fellow to some of you youngsters. Look here, let me +fetch--" + +But Jackanapes' hand was in his, and it wouldn't let go. + +There was a brief and bitter silence. + +"'Pon my soul I can only remember the little one at the end." + +"Please," whispered Jackanapes. + +Pressed by the conviction that what little he could do it was his duty +to do, the Major--kneeling--bared his head, and spoke loudly, clearly, +and very reverently-- + +"The Grace of our Lord Jesus Christ--" + +Jackanapes moved his left hand to his right one, which still held the +Major's-- + +"--The love of GOD." + +And with that--Jackanapes died. + +[Illustration] + + + + +CHAPTER VI. + + "Und so ist der blaue Himmel groesser als jedes + Gewoelk darin, und dauerhafter dazu." + +JEAN PAUL RICHTER. + + +Jackanapes' death was sad news for the Goose Green, a sorrow justly +qualified by honorable pride in his gallantry and devotion. Only the +Cobbler dissented, but that was his way. He said he saw nothing in it +but foolhardiness and vain-glory. They might both have been killed, +as easy as not, and then where would ye have been? A man's life was a +man's life, and one life was as good as another. No one would catch +him throwing his away. And, for that matter, Mrs. Johnson could spare +a child a great deal better than Miss Jessamine. + +But the parson preached Jackanapes' funeral sermon on the text, +"Whosoever will save his life shall lose it; and whosoever will lose +his life for My sake shall find it;" and all the village went and wept +to hear him. + +Nor did Miss Jessamine see her loss from the Cobbler's point of view. +On the contrary, Mrs. Johnson said she never to her dying day should +forget how, when she went to condole with her, the old lady came +forward, with gentle-womanly self-control, and kissed her, and thanked +GOD that her dear nephew's effort had been blessed with success, and +that this sad war had made no gap in her friend's large and happy home +circle. + +"But she's a noble, unselfish woman," sobbed Mrs. Johnson, "and she +taught Jackanapes to be the same, and that's how it is that my Tony +has been spared to me. And it must be sheer goodness in Miss +Jessamine, for what can she know of a mother's feelings? And I'm sure +most people seem to think that if you've a large family you don't know +one from another any more than they do, and that a lot of children are +like a lot of store-apples, if one's taken it won't be missed." + +Lollo--the first Lollo, the Gipsy's Lollo--very aged, draws Miss +Jessamine's bath-chair slowly up and down the Goose Green in the +sunshine. + +The Ex-postman walks beside him, which Lollo tolerates to the level of +his shoulder. If the Postman advances any nearer to his head, Lollo +quickens his pace, and were the Postman to persist in the injudicious +attempt, there is, as Miss Jessamine says, no knowing what might +happen. + +In the opinion of the Goose Green, Miss Jessamine has borne her +troubles "wonderfully." Indeed, to-day, some of the less delicate and +less intimate of those who see everything from the upper windows, say +(well behind her back) that "the old lady seems quite lively with her +military beaux again." + +The meaning of this is, that Captain Johnson is leaning over one side +of her chair, whilst by the other bends a brother officer who is +staying with him, and who has manifested an extraordinary interest in +Lollo. He bends lower and lower, and Miss Jessamine calls to the +Postman to request Lollo to be kind enough to stop, whilst she is +fumbling for something which always hangs by her side, and has got +entangled with her spectacles. + +It is a two-penny trumpet, bought years ago in the village fair, and +over it she and Captain Johnson tell, as best they can, between them, +the story of Jackanapes' ride across the Goose Green; and how he won +Lollo--the Gipsy's Lollo--the racer Lollo--dear Lollo--faithful +Lollo--Lollo the never vanquished--Lollo the tender servant of his old +mistress. And Lollo's ears twitch at every mention of his name. + +Their hearer does not speak, but he never moves his eyes from the +trumpet, and when the tale is told, he lifts Miss Jessamine's hand and +presses his heavy black moustache in silence to her trembling fingers. + +The sun, setting gently to his rest, embroiders the sombre foliage of +the oak-tree with threads of gold. The Grey Goose is sensible of an +atmosphere of repose, and puts up one leg for the night. The grass +glows with a more vivid green, and, in answer to a ringing call from +Tony, his sisters, fluttering over the daisies in pale-hued muslins, +come out of their ever-open door, like pretty pigeons form a dovecote. + +And, if the good gossips' eyes do not deceive them, all the Miss +Johnsons, and both the officers, go wandering off into the lanes, +where bryony wreaths still twine about the brambles. + + * * * * * + +A sorrowful story, and ending badly? + +Nay, Jackanapes, for the end is not yet. + +A life wasted that might have been useful? + +Men who have died for men, in all ages, forgive the thought! + +There is a heritage of heroic example and noble obligation, not +reckoned in the Wealth of Nations, but essential to a nation's life; +the contempt of which, in any people, may, not slowly, mean even its +commercial fall. Very sweet are the uses of prosperity, the harvests +of peace and progress, the fostering sunshine of health and happiness, +and length of days in the land. + +But there be things--oh, sons of what has deserved the name of Great +Britain, forget it not!--"the good of" which and "the use of" which +are beyond all calculation of worldly goods and earthly uses; things +such as Love, and Honor, and the Soul of Man, which cannot be bought +with a price, and which do not die with death. And they who would fain +live happily EVER after, should not leave these things out of the +lessons of their lives. + +[Illustration] + + * * * * * + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Jackanapes, by Juliana Horatio Ewing + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK JACKANAPES *** + +***** This file should be named 20351.txt or 20351.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/2/0/3/5/20351/ + +Produced by Juliet Sutherland and Sankar Viswanathan + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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