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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: Put Yourself in His Place + +Author: Charles Reade + +Release Date: May 16, 2006 [EBook #2497] +Last Updated: March 5, 2018 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PUT YOURSELF IN HIS PLACE *** + + + + +Produced by Donald Lainson; David Widger + + + + + +</pre> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <h1> + PUT YOURSELF IN HIS PLACE + </h1> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <h2> + By Charles Reade + </h2> + <p> + <br /> <br /> <br /> + </p> + <blockquote> + <p> + “I will frame a work of fiction upon notorious fact, so that anybody + shall think he can do the same; shall labor and toil attempting the + same, and fail—such is the power of sequence and connection in + writing.”—HORACE: Art of Poetry. + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <blockquote> + <p class="toc"> + <big><b>CONTENTS</b></big> + </p> + <p> + <br /> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0001"> CHAPTER I. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0002"> CHAPTER II. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0003"> CHAPTER III. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0004"> CHAPTER IV. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0005"> CHAPTER V. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0006"> CHAPTER VI. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0007"> CHAPTER VII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0008"> CHAPTER VIII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0009"> CHAPTER IX. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0010"> CHAPTER X. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0011"> CHAPTER XI. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0012"> CHAPTER XII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0013"> CHAPTER XIII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0014"> CHAPTER XIV. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0015"> CHAPTER XV. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0016"> CHAPTER XVI. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0017"> CHAPTER XVII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0018"> CHAPTER XVIII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0019"> CHAPTER XIX. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0020"> CHAPTER XX. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0021"> CHAPTER XXI. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0022"> CHAPTER XXII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0023"> CHAPTER XXIII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0024"> CHAPTER XXIV. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0025"> CHAPTER XXV. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0026"> CHAPTER XXVI. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0027"> CHAPTER XXVII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0028"> CHAPTER XXVIII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0029"> CHAPTER XXIX. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0030"> CHAPTER XXX. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0031"> CHAPTER XXXI. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0032"> CHAPTER XXXII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0033"> CHAPTER XXXIII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0034"> CHAPTER XXXIV. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0035"> CHAPTER XXXV. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0036"> CHAPTER XXXVI. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0037"> CHAPTER XXXVII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0038"> CHAPTER XXXVIII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0039"> CHAPTER XXXIX. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0040"> CHAPTER XL. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0041"> CHAPTER XLI. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0042"> CHAPTER XLII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0043"> CHAPTER XLIII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0044"> CHAPTER XLIV. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0045"> CHAPTER XLV. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0046"> CHAPTER XLVI. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0047"> CHAPTER XLVII. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0048"> CHAPTER XLVIII. </a> + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0001" id="link2HCH0001"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> <br /> <br /> + </p> + <h2> + CHAPTER I. + </h2> + <p> + Hillsborough and its outlying suburbs make bricks by the million, spin and + weave both wool and cotton, forge in steel from the finest needle up to a + ship's armor, and so add considerably to the kingdom's wealth. + </p> + <p> + But industry so vast, working by steam on a limited space, has been fatal + to beauty: Hillsborough, though built on one of the loveliest sites in + England, is perhaps the most hideous town in creation. All ups and down + and back slums. Not one of its wriggling, broken-backed streets has + handsome shops in an unbroken row. Houses seem to have battled in the air, + and stuck wherever they tumbled down dead out of the melee. But worst of + all, the city is pockmarked with public-houses, and bristles with high + round chimneys. These are not confined to a locality, but stuck all over + the place like cloves in an orange. They defy the law, and belch forth + massy volumes of black smoke, that hang like acres of crape over the + place, and veil the sun and the blue sky even in the brightest day. But in + a fog—why, the air of Hillsborough looks a thing to plow, if you + want a dirty job. + </p> + <p> + More than one crystal stream runs sparkling down the valleys, and enters + the town; but they soon get defiled, and creep through it heavily charged + with dyes, clogged with putridity, and bubbling with poisonous gases, till + at last they turn to mere ink, stink, and malaria, and people the + churchyards as they crawl. + </p> + <p> + This infernal city, whose water is blacking, and whose air is coal, lies + in a basin of delight and beauty: noble slopes, broad valleys, watered by + rivers and brooks of singular beauty, and fringed by fair woods in places; + and, eastward, the hills rise into mountains, and amongst them towers + Cairnhope, striped with silver rills, and violet in the setting sun. + </p> + <p> + Cairnhope is a forked mountain, with a bosom of purple heather and a + craggy head. Between its forks stood, at the period of my story, a great + curiosity; which merits description on its own account, and also as the + scene of curious incidents to come. + </p> + <p> + It was a deserted church. The walls were pierced with arrow-slits, through + which the original worshipers had sent many a deadly shaft in defense of + their women and cattle, collected within the sacred edifice at the first + news of marauders coming. + </p> + <p> + Built up among the heathery hills in times of war and trouble, it had + outlived its uses. Its people had long ago gone down into the fruitful + valley, and raised another church in their midst, and left this old house + of God alone, and silent as the tombs of their forefathers that lay around + it. + </p> + <p> + It was no ruin, though on the road to decay. One of the side walls was + much lower than the other, and the roof had two great waves, and was + heavily clothed, in natural patterns, with velvet moss, and sprinkled all + over with bright amber lichen: a few tiles had slipped off in two places, + and showed the rafters brown with time and weather: but the structure was + solid and sound; the fallen tiles lay undisturbed beneath the eaves; not a + brick, not a beam, not a gravestone had been stolen, not even to build the + new church: of the diamond panes full half remained; the stone font was + still in its place, with its Gothic cover, richly carved; and four brasses + reposed in the chancel, one of them loose in its bed. + </p> + <p> + What had caused the church to be deserted had kept it from being + desecrated; it was clean out of the way. No gypsy, nor vagrant, ever slept + there, and even the boys of the village kept their distance. Nothing would + have pleased them better than to break the sacred windows time had spared, + and defile the graves of their forefathers with pitch-farthing and other + arts; but it was three miles off, and there was a lion in the way: they + must pass in sight of Squire Raby's house; and, whenever they had tried + it, he and his groom had followed them on swift horses that could jump as + well as gallop, had caught them in the churchyard, and lashed them + heartily; and the same night notice to quit had been given to their + parents, who were all Mr. Raby's weekly tenants: and this had led to a + compromise and flagellation. + </p> + <p> + Once or twice every summer a more insidious foe approached. Some little + party of tourists, including a lady, who sketched in water and never + finished anything, would hear of the old church, and wander up to it. But + Mr. Raby's trusty groom was sure to be after them, with orders to keep by + them, under guise of friendship, and tell them outrageous figments, and + see that they demolished not, stole not, sculptured not. + </p> + <p> + All this was odd enough in itself, but it astonished nobody who knew Mr. + Raby. His father and predecessor had guarded the old church religiously in + his day, and was buried in it, by his own orders; and, as for Guy Raby + himself, what wonder he respected it, since his own mind, like that old + church, was out of date, and a relic of the past? + </p> + <p> + An antique Tory squire, nursed in expiring Jacobitism, and cradled in the + pride of race; educated at Oxford, well read in books, versed in county + business, and acquainted with trade and commerce; yet puffed up with + aristocratic notions, and hugging the very prejudices our nobility are + getting rid of as fast as the vulgar will let them. + </p> + <p> + He had a sovereign contempt for tradespeople, and especially for + manufacturers. Any one of those numerous disputes between masters and + mechanics, which distinguish British industry, might have been safely + referred to him, for he abhorred and despised them both with strict + impartiality. + </p> + <p> + The lingering beams of a bright December day still gilded the moss-clad + roof of that deserted church, and flamed on its broken panes, when a young + man came galloping toward it, from Hillsborough, on one of those powerful + horses common in that district. + </p> + <p> + He came so swiftly and so direct, that, ere the sun had been down twenty + minutes, he and his smoking horse had reached a winding gorge about three + furlongs from the church. Here, however, the bridle-road, which had + hitherto served his turn across the moor, turned off sharply toward the + village of Cairnhope, and the horse had to pick his way over heather, and + bog, and great loose stones. He lowered his nose, and hesitated more than + once. But the rein was loose upon his neck, and he was left to take his + time. He had also his own tracks to guide him in places, for this was by + no means his first visit; and he managed so well, that at last he got safe + to a mountain stream which gurgled past the north side of the churchyard: + he went cautiously through the water, and then his rider gathered up the + reins, stuck in the spurs, and put him at a part of the wall where the + moonlight showed a considerable breach. The good horse rose to it, and + cleared it, with a foot to spare; and the invader landed in the sacred + precincts unobserved, for the road he had come by was not visible from + Raby House, nor indeed was the church itself. + </p> + <p> + He was of swarthy complexion, dressed in a plain suit of tweed, well made, + and neither new nor old. His hat was of the newest fashion, and glossy. He + had no gloves on. + </p> + <p> + He dismounted, and led his horse to the porch. He took from his pocket a + large glittering key and unlocked the church-door; then gave his horse a + smack on the quarter. That sagacious animal walked into the church + directly, and his iron hoofs rang strangely as he paced over the brick + floor of the aisle, and made his way under the echoing vault, up to the + very altar; for near it was the vestry-chest, and in that chest his corn. + </p> + <p> + The young man also entered the church; but soon came out again with a + leathern bucket in his hand. He then went round the church, and was busily + employed for a considerable time. + </p> + <p> + He returned to the porch, carried his bucket in, and locked the door, + leaving the key inside. + </p> + <p> + That night Abel Eaves, a shepherd, was led by his dog, in search of a + strayed sheep, to a place rarely trodden by the foot of man or beast, + viz., the west side of Cairnhope Peak. He came home pale and disturbed, + and sat by the fireside in dead silence. “What ails thee, my man?” said + Janet, his wife; “and there's the very dog keeps a whimpering.” + </p> + <p> + “What ails us, wife? Pincher and me? We have seen summat.” + </p> + <p> + “What was it?” inquired the woman, suddenly lowering her voice. + </p> + <p> + “Cairnhope old church all o' fire inside.” + </p> + <p> + “Bless us and save us!” said Janet, in a whisper. + </p> + <p> + “And the fire it did come and go as if hell was a blowing at it. One while + the windows was a dull red like, and the next they did flare so, I thought + it would all burst out in a blaze. And so 'twould, but, bless your heart, + their heads ha'n't ached this hundred year and more, as lighted that there + devilish fire.” + </p> + <p> + He paused a moment, then said, with sudden gravity and resignation and + even a sort of half business-like air, “Wife, ye may make my shroud, and + sew it and all; but I wouldn't buy the stuff of Bess Crummles; she is an + ill-tongued woman, and came near making mischief between you and me last + Lammermas as ever was.” + </p> + <p> + “Shroud!” cried Mrs. Eaves, getting seriously alarmed. “Why, Abel, what is + Cairnhope old church to you? You were born in an other parish.” + </p> + <p> + Abel slapped his thigh. “Ay, lass, and another county, if ye go to that.” + And his countenance brightened suddenly. + </p> + <p> + “And as for me,” continued Janet, “I'm Cairnhope; but my mother came from + Morpeth, a widdy: and she lies within a hundred yards of where I sit a + talking to thee. There's none of my kin laid in old Cairnhope churchyard. + Warning's not for thee, nor me, nor yet for our Jock. Eh, lad, it will be + for Squire Raby. His father lies up there, and so do all his folk. Put on + thy hat this minute, and I'll hood myself, and we'll go up to Raby Hall, + and tell Squire.” + </p> + <p> + Abel objected to that, and intimated that his own fireside was + particularly inviting to a man who had seen diabolical fires that came and + went, and shone through the very stones and mortar of a dead church. + </p> + <p> + “Nay, but,” said Janet, “they sort o' warnings are not to be slighted + neither. We must put it off on to Squire, or I shall sleep none this + night.” + </p> + <p> + They went up, hand in hand, and often looked askant upon the road. + </p> + <p> + When they got to the Hall, they asked to see Mr. Raby. After some demur + they were admitted to his presence, and found him alone, so far as they + could judge by the naked eye; but, as they arrived there charged to the + muzzle with superstition, the room presented to their minds some + appearances at variance with this seeming solitude. Several plates were + set as if for guests, and the table groaned, and the huge sideboard + blazed, with old silver. The Squire himself was in full costume, and on + his bosom gleamed two orders bestowed upon his ancestors by James III. and + Charles III. In other respects he was rather innocuous, being confined to + his chair by an attack of gout, and in the act of sipping the + superannuated compound that had given it him—port. Nevertheless, his + light hair, dark eyebrows, and black eyes, awed them, and co-operated with + his brilliant costume and the other signs of company, to make them wish + themselves at the top of Cairnhope Peak. However, they were in for it, and + told their tale, but in tremulous tones and a low deprecating voice, so + that if the room SHOULD happen to be infested with invisible grandees from + the other world, their attention might not be roused unnecessarily. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Raby listened with admirable gravity; then fixed his eyes on the pair, + in silence; and then said in a tone so solemn it was almost sepulchral, + “This very day, nearly a century and a half ago, Sir Richard Raby was + beheaded for being true to his rightful king—” + </p> + <p> + “Eh, dear poor gentleman! so now a walks.” It was Janet who edged in this— + </p> + <p> + “And,” continued the gentleman, loftily ignoring the comment, “they say + that on this night such of the Rabys as died Catholics hold high mass in + the church, and the ladies walk three times round the churchyard; twice + with their veils down, once with bare faces, and great eyes that glitter + like stars.” + </p> + <p> + “I wouldn't like to see the jades,” quavered Abel: “their ladyships I + mean, axing their pardon.” + </p> + <p> + “Nor I!” said Janet, with a great shudder. + </p> + <p> + “It would not be good for you,” suggested the Squire; “for the first + glance from those dead and glittering eyes strikes any person of the lower + orders dumb, the second, blind; the third, dead. So I'm INFORMED. + Therefore—LET ME ADVISE YOU NEVER TO GO NEAR CAIRNHOPE OLD CHURCH AT + NIGHT.” + </p> + <p> + “Not I, sir,” said the simple woman. + </p> + <p> + “Nor your children: unless you are very tired of them.” + </p> + <p> + “Heaven forbid, sir! But oh, sir, we thought it might be a warning like.” + </p> + <p> + “To whom?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, sir, th' old Squire lies there; and heaps more of your folk: and so + Abel here was afear'd—but you are the best judge; we be no scholars. + Th' old church warn't red-hot from eend to eend for naught: that's + certain.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh it is me you came to warn?” said Raby, and his lip curled. + </p> + <p> + “Well, sir,” (mellifluously), “we thought you had the best right to know.” + </p> + <p> + “My good woman,” said the warned, “I shall die when my time comes. But I + shall not hurry myself, for all the gentlemen in Paradise, nor all the + blackguards upon earth.” + </p> + <p> + He spake, and sipped his port with one hand, and waved them superbly back + to their village with the other. + </p> + <p> + But, when they were gone, he pondered. + </p> + <p> + And the more he pondered, the further he got from the prosaic but singular + fact. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0002" id="link2HCH0002"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER II. + </h2> + <p> + In the old oak dining-room, where the above colloquy took place, hung a + series of family portraits. One was of a lovely girl with oval face, olive + complexion, and large dark tender eyes: and this was the gem of the whole + collection; but it conferred little pleasure on the spectator, owing to a + trivial circumstance—it was turned with its face to the wall; and + all that met the inquiring eye was an inscription on the canvas, not + intended to be laudatory. + </p> + <p> + This beauty, with her back to creation, was Edith Raby, Guy's sister. + </p> + <p> + During their father's lifetime she was petted and allowed her own way. + Hillsborough, odious to her brother, was, naturally, very attractive to + her, and she often rode into the town to shop and chat with her friends, + and often stayed a day or two in it, especially with a Mrs. Manton, wife + of a wealthy manufacturer. + </p> + <p> + Guy merely sneered at her, her friends, and her tastes, till he suddenly + discovered that she had formed an attachment to one of the obnoxious + class, Mr. James Little, a great contract builder. He was too shocked at + first to vent his anger. He turned pale, and could hardly speak; and the + poor girl's bosom began to quake. + </p> + <p> + But Guy's opposition went no further than cold aversion to the intimacy—until + his father died. Then, though but a year older than Edith, he assumed + authority and, as head of the house, forbade the connection. At the same + time he told her he should not object, under the circumstances, to her + marrying Dr. Amboyne, a rising physician, and a man of good family, who + loved her sincerely, and had shown his love plainly before ever Mr. Little + was heard of. + </p> + <p> + Edith tried to soften her brother; but he was resolute, and said Raby Hall + should never be an appendage to a workshop. Sooner than that, he would + settle it on his cousin Richard, a gentleman he abhorred, and never + called, either to his face or behind his back, by any other name than + “Dissolute Dick.” + </p> + <p> + Then Edith became very unhappy, and temporized more or less, till her + lover, who had shown considerable forbearance, lost patience at last, and + said she must either have no spirit, or no true affection for him. + </p> + <p> + Then came a month or two of misery, the tender clinging nature of the girl + being averse to detach itself from either of these two persons. She loved + them both with an affection she could have so easily reconciled, if they + would only have allowed her. + </p> + <p> + And it all ended according to Nature. She came of age, plucked up a + spirit, and married Mr. James Little. + </p> + <p> + Her brother declined to be present at the wedding; but, as soon as she + returned from her tour, and settled in Hillsborough, he sent his groom + with a cold, civil note, reminding her that their father had settled + nineteen hundred pounds on her, for her separate use, with remainder to + her children, if any; that he and Mr. Graham were the trustees of this + small fund; that they had invested it, according to the provisions of the + settlement, in a first mortgage on land; and informing her that half a + year's interest at 4 12 per cent was due, which it was his duty to pay + into her own hand and no other person's; she would therefore oblige him by + receiving the inclosed check, and signing the inclosed receipt. + </p> + <p> + The receipt came back signed, and with it a few gentle lines, “hoping + that, in time, he would forgive her, and bestow on her what she needed and + valued more than money; her own brother's, her only brother's affection.” + </p> + <p> + On receiving this, his eyes were suddenly moist, and he actually groaned. + “A lady, every inch!” he said; “yet she has gone and married a + bricklayer.” + </p> + <p> + Well, blood is thicker than water, and in a few years they were pretty + good friends again, though they saw but little of one another, meeting + only in Hillsborough, which Guy hated, and never drove into now without + what he called his antidotes: a Bible and a bottle of lavender-water. It + was his humor to read the one, and sprinkle the other, as soon as ever he + got within the circle of the smoky trades. + </p> + <p> + When Edith's little boy was nine years old, and much admired for his + quickness and love of learning, and of making walking-stick heads and + ladies' work-boxes, Mr. Little's prosperity received a severe check, and + through his own fault. He speculated largely in building villas, overdid + the market, and got crippled. He had contracts uncompleted, and was liable + to penalties; and at last saw himself the nominal possessor of a brick + wilderness, but on the verge of ruin for want of cash. + </p> + <p> + He tried every other resource first; but at last he came to his wife, to + borrow her L1900. The security he offered was a mortgage on twelve + carcasses, or houses the bare walls and roofs of which were built. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Little wrote at once to Mr. Raby for her money. + </p> + <p> + Instead of lending the trust-money hastily, Raby submitted the proposal to + his solicitor, and that gentleman soon discovered the vaunted security was + a second mortgage, with interest overdue on the first; and so he told Guy, + who then merely remarked, “I expected as much. When had a tradesman any + sense of honor in money matters? This one would cheat his very wife and + child.” + </p> + <p> + He declined the proposal, in two words, “Rotten security!” + </p> + <p> + Then Mr. James Little found another security that looked very plausible, + and primed his wife with arguments, and she implored Guy to call and talk + it over with them both. + </p> + <p> + He came that very afternoon, and brought his father's will. + </p> + <p> + Then Edith offered the security, and tried to convey to the trustee her + full belief that it was undeniable. + </p> + <p> + Guy picked terrible holes in it, and read their father's will, confining + the funds to consols, or a first mortgage on land. “You take the money on + these conditions: it is almost as improper of you to wish to evade them, + as it would be of me to assist you. And then there is your child; I am + hound in honor not to risk his little fortune. See, here's my signature to + that.” + </p> + <p> + “My child!” cried Edith. “When he comes of age, I'll go on my knees to him + and say, 'My darling, I borrowed your money to save your father's credit.' + And my darling will throw his arms round me, and forgive me.” + </p> + <p> + “Simpleton!” said Guy. “And how about your daughters and their husbands? + And their husbands' solicitors? Will they throw their arms round your + neck, and break forth into twaddle? No! I have made inquiries. Your + husband's affairs are desperate. I won't throw your money into his well; + and you will both live to thank me for seeing clearer than you do, and + saving this L1900 for you and yours.” + </p> + <p> + James Little had writhed in his chair for some time: he now cried out + wildly, + </p> + <p> + “Edith, you shall demean yourself no more. He always hated me: and now let + him have his will, and seal my dishonor and my ruin. Oblige me by leaving + my house, Mr. Raby.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, no, James!” cried Edith, trembling, and shocked at this affront. But + Guy rose like a tower. “I've noticed this trait in all tradespeople,” said + he grimly. “They are obsequious to a gentleman so long as they hope to get + the better of him; but, the moment they find it is impossible to overreach + him, they insult him.” And with this he stalked out of the house. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, my poor James, how could you?” said Edith. + </p> + <p> + “Forgive me,” said he, quietly. “It is all over. That was our last + chance.” + </p> + <p> + Guy Raby walked down the street, stung to the quick. He went straight to + his solicitor and arranged to borrow L1900 on his own property. “For,” + said he, “I'll show them both how little a snob can understand a + gentleman. I won't tamper with her son's money, but I'll give her my own + to throw into his well. Confound him! why did she ever marry him?” + </p> + <p> + When the business was virtually settled, he came back to the house in + great haste. + </p> + <p> + Meantime Mr. James Little went up to his dressing-room, as usual, to dress + for dinner; but he remained there so long that, at last, Mrs. Little sent + her maid to tell him dinner was ready. + </p> + <p> + The girl had hardly reached the top of the stairs, when she gave a + terrible scream that rang through the whole house. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Little rushed upstairs, and found her clinging to the balusters, and + pointing at the floor, with eyes protruding and full of horror. Her + candle-stick had fallen from her benumbed hand; but the hall-lamp revealed + what her finger was quivering and pointing at: a dark fluid trickling + slowly out into the lobby from beneath the bedroom door. + </p> + <p> + It was blood. + </p> + <p> + The room was burst into, and the wretched, tottering wife, hanging upon + her sobbing servants, found her lover, her husband, her child's father, + lying on the floor, dead by his own hand; stone dead. A terrible sight for + strangers to see; but for her, what words can even shadow the horror of + it! + </p> + <p> + I drop the veil on her wild bursts of agony, and piteous appeals to him + who could not hear her cries. + </p> + <p> + The gaping wound that let out that precious life, her eye never ceased to + see it, nor her own heart to bleed with it, while she lived. + </p> + <p> + She was gently dragged away, and supported down to another room. Doctor + Amboyne came and did what he could for her; and that was—nothing. + </p> + <p> + At this time she seemed stupefied. But when Guy came beaming into the room + to tell her he had got her the money, a terrible scene occurred. The + bereaved wife uttered a miserable scream at sight of him, and swooned away + directly. + </p> + <p> + The maids gathered round her, laid her down, and cut her stays, and told + Guy the terrible tidings, in broken whispers, over her insensible body. + </p> + <p> + He rose to his feet horrified. He began to gasp and sob. And he yearned to + say something to comfort her. At that moment his house, his heart, and all + he had, were hers. + </p> + <p> + But, as soon as she came to herself, and caught sight of him, she screamed + out, “Oh, the sight of him! the sight of him!” and swooned away again. + </p> + <p> + Then the women pushed him out of the room, and he went away with uneven + steps, and sick at heart. + </p> + <p> + He shut himself up in Raby Hall, and felt very sad and remorseful. He + directed his solicitor to render Mrs. Little every assistance, and supply + her with funds. But these good offices were respectfully declined by Mr. + Joseph Little, the brother of the deceased, who had come from Birmingham + to conduct the funeral and settle other matters. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Joseph Little was known to be a small master-cutler, who had risen + from a workman, and even now put blades and handles together with his own + hands, at odd times, though he had long ceased to forge or grind. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Raby drew in haughtily at this interference. + </p> + <p> + It soon transpired that Mr. James Little had died hopelessly insolvent, + and the L1900 would really have been ingulfed. + </p> + <p> + Raby waited for this fact to sink into his sister's mind; and then one day + nature tugged so at his heart-strings, that he dashed off a warm letter + beginning—“My poor Edith, let bygones be bygones,” and inviting her + and her boy to live with him at Raby Hall. + </p> + <p> + The heart-broken widow sent back a reply, in a handwriting scarcely + recognizable as hers. Instead of her usual precise and delicate hand, the + letters were large, tremulous, and straggling, and the lines slanted + downward. + </p> + <p> + “Write to me, speak to me, no more. For pity's sake let me forget there is + a man in the world who is my brother and his murderer. + </p> + <p> + “EDITH.” + </p> + <p> + Guy opened this letter with a hopeful face, and turned pale as ashes at + the contents. + </p> + <p> + But his conscience was clear, and his spirit high. “Unjust idiot!” he + muttered, and locked her letter up in his desk. + </p> + <p> + Next morning he received a letter from Joseph Little, in a clear, stiff, + perpendicular writing: + </p> + <p> + “SIR,—I find my sister-in-law wrote you, yesterday, a harsh letter, + which I do not approve; and have told her as much. Deceased's affairs were + irretrievable, and I blame no other man for his rash act, which may God + forgive! As to your kind and generous invitation, it deserves her + gratitude; but Mrs. Little and myself have mingled our tears together over + my poor brother's grave, and now we do not care to part. Before your + esteemed favor came to hand, it had been settled she should leave this sad + neighborhood and keep my house at Birmingham, where she will meet with due + respect. I am only a small tradesman; but I can pay my debts, and keep the + pot boiling. Will teach the boy some good trade, and make him a useful + member of society, if I am spared. + </p> + <p> + “I am, sir, yours respectfully, + </p> + <p> + “JOSEPH LITTLE.” + </p> + <p> + “Sir,—I beg to acknowledge, with thanks, your respectable letter. + </p> + <p> + “As all direct communication between Mrs. James Little and myself is at an + end, oblige me with your address in Birmingham, that I may remit to you, + half-yearly, as her agent, the small sum that has escaped bricks and + mortar. + </p> + <p> + “When her son comes of age, she will probably forgive me for declining to + defraud him of his patrimony. + </p> + <p> + “But it will be too late; for I shall never forgive her, alive or dead. + </p> + <p> + “I am, sir, your obedient servant, + </p> + <p> + “GUY RABY.” + </p> + <p> + When he had posted this letter he turned Edith's picture to the wall, and + wrote on the canvas— + </p> + <p> + “GONE INTO TRADE.” + </p> + <p> + He sent for his attorney, made a new will, and bequeathed his land, + houses, goods, and chattels, to Dissolute Dick and his heirs forever. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0003" id="link2HCH0003"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER III. + </h2> + <p> + The sorrowful widow was so fond of her little Henry, and the uncertainty + of life was so burnt into her now, that she could hardly bear him out of + her sight. Yet her love was of the true maternal stamp; not childish and + self-indulgent. She kept him from school, for fear he should be brought + home dead to her; but she gave her own mind with zeal to educate him. Nor + was she unqualified. If she had less learning than school-masters, she + knew better how to communicate what she did know to a budding mind. She + taught him to read fluently, and to write beautifully; and she coaxed him, + as only a woman can, over the dry elements of music and arithmetic. She + also taught him dancing and deportment, and to sew on a button. He was a + quick boy at nearly everything, but, when he was fourteen, his true genius + went ahead of his mere talents; he showed a heaven-born gift for—carving + in wood. This pleased Joseph Little hugely, and he fostered it + judiciously. + </p> + <p> + The boy worked, and thought, and in time arrived at such delicacies of + execution, he became discontented with the humdrum tools then current. + “Then learn to make your own, boy,” cried Joseph Little, joyfully; and so + initiated him into the whole mystery of hardening, forging, grinding, + handle-making, and cutlery: and Henry, young and enthusiastic, took his + turn at them all in right down earnest. + </p> + <p> + At twenty, he had sold many a piece of delicate carving, and could make + graving-tools incomparably superior to any he could buy; and, for his age, + was an accomplished mechanic. + </p> + <p> + Joseph Little went the way of all flesh. + </p> + <p> + They mourned and missed him; and, at Henry's earnest request, his mother + disposed of the plant, and went with him to London. + </p> + <p> + Then the battle of life began. He was a long time out of employment, and + they both lived on his mother's little fortune. + </p> + <p> + But Henry was never idle. He set up a little forge hard by, and worked at + it by day, and at night he would often sit carving, while his mother read + to him, and said he, “Mother, I'll never rest till I can carve the bloom + upon a plum.” + </p> + <p> + Not to dwell on the process, the final result was this. He rose at last to + eminence as a carver: but as an inventor and forger of carving tools he + had no rival in England. + </p> + <p> + Having with great labor, patience, and skill, completed a masterpiece of + carving (there were plums with the bloom on, and other incredibles), and + also a set of carving-tools equally exquisite in their way, he got a + popular tradesman to exhibit both the work and the tools in his window, on + a huge silver salver. + </p> + <p> + The thing made a good deal of noise in the trade, and drew many spectators + to the shop window. + </p> + <p> + One day Mr. Cheetham, a master-cutler, stood in admiration before the + tools, and saw his way to coin the workman. + </p> + <p> + This Cheetham was an able man, and said to himself, “I'll nail him for + Hillsborough, directly. London mustn't have a hand that can beat us at + anything in our line.” + </p> + <p> + He found Henry out, and offered him constant employment, as a forger and + cutler of carving-tools, at L4 per week. + </p> + <p> + Henry's black eyes sparkled, but he restrained himself. “That's to be + thought of. I must speak to my old lady. She is not at home just now.” + </p> + <p> + He did speak to her, and she put her two hands together and said, + “Hillsborough! Oh Henry!” and the tears stood in her eyes directly. + </p> + <p> + “Well, don't fret,” said he: “it is only saying no.” + </p> + <p> + So when Mr. Cheetham called again for the reply, Henry declined, with + thanks. On this, Mr. Cheetham never moved, but smiled, and offered him L6 + per week, and his journey free. + </p> + <p> + Henry went into another room, and argued the matter. “Come, mother, he is + up to L6 a week now; and that is every shilling I'm worth; and, when I get + an apprentice, it will be L9 clear to us.” + </p> + <p> + “The sight of the place!” objected Mrs. Little, hiding her face in her + hands instinctively. + </p> + <p> + He kissed her, and talked good manly sense to her, and begged her to have + more courage. + </p> + <p> + She was little able to deny him, and she consented; but cried, out of his + sight, a good many times about it. + </p> + <p> + As for Henry, strong in the consciousness of power and skill, he felt glad + he was going to Hillsborough. “Many a workman has risen to the top of the + tree in that place,” said he. “Why, this very Cheetham was grinding saws + in a water-wheel ten years ago, I've heard uncle Joe say. Come, mother, + don't you be a baby! I'll settle you in a cottage outside the smoke; you + shall make a palace of it; and we'll rise in the very town where we fell, + and friends and foes shall see us.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Cheetham purchased both the carving and the tools to exhibit in + Hillsborough; and the purchase-money, less a heavy commission, was paid to + Henry. He showed Mrs. Little thirty pounds, and helped her pack up; and + next day they reached Hillsborough by train. + </p> + <p> + Henry took a close cab, and carried his mother off to the suburbs in + search of a lodging. She wore a thick veil, and laid her head on her son's + shoulder, and held his brown though elegant hand with her white fingers, + that quivered a little as she passed through the well-known streets. + </p> + <p> + As for Henry, he felt quite triumphant and grand, and consoled her in an + off-hand, hearty way. “Come, cheer up, and face the music. They have all + forgotten you by this time, and, when they do see you again, you shall be + as good as the best of them. I don't drink, and I've got a trade all to + myself here, and I'd rather make my fortune in this town than any other; + and, mother, you have been a good friend to me; I won't ever marry till I + have done you justice, and made you the queen of this very town.” + </p> + <p> + And so he rattled on, in such high spirits, that the great soft thing + began to smile with motherly love and pride through her tears, ere they + found a lodging. + </p> + <p> + Next day to the works, and there the foreman showed him a small forge on + the ground floor, and a vacant room above to make his handles in and put + the tools together; the blades were to be ground, whetted, and finished by + cheaper hands. + </p> + <p> + A quick-eared grinder soon came up to them, and said roughly, “Ain't we to + wet new forge?” + </p> + <p> + “They want their drink out of you,” said the foreman; and whispered, in + great anxiety, “Don't say no, or you might as well work in a wasp's nest + as here.” + </p> + <p> + “All right,” said Henry, cheerfully. “I'm no drinker myself, but I'll + stand what is customary.” + </p> + <p> + “That is right,” said Foreman Bayne. “'Twill cost you fifteen shillings. + But Peace is cheap at as many guineas.” + </p> + <p> + The word was given, and every man who worked on the same floor with Henry + turned out to drink at his expense, and left off work for a good hour. + With some exceptions they were a rough lot, and showed little friendliness + or good-humor over it. One even threw out a hint that no cockney forges + were wanted in Hillsborough. But another took him up, and said, “Maybe + not; but you are not much of a man to drink his liquor and grudge him his + bread.” + </p> + <p> + After this waste of time and money, Henry went back to the works, and a + workman told him rather sulkily, he was wanted in the foreman's office. + </p> + <p> + He went in, and there was a lovely girl of eighteen, who looked at him + with undisguised curiosity, and addressed him thus: “Sir, is it you that + carve wood so beautifully?” + </p> + <p> + Henry blushed, and hesitated; and that made the young lady blush herself a + very little, and she said, “I wished to take lessons in carving.” Then, as + he did not reply, she turned to Mr. Bayne. “But perhaps he objects to + teach other people?” + </p> + <p> + “WE should object to his teaching other workmen,” said the foreman; “but,” + turning to Henry, “there is no harm in your giving her a lesson or two, + after hours. You will want a set of the tools, miss?” + </p> + <p> + “Of course I shall. Please put them into the carriage; and—when will + he come and teach me, I wonder? for I am wild to begin.” + </p> + <p> + Henry said he could come Saturday afternoon, or Monday morning early. + </p> + <p> + “Whichever you please,” said the lady, and put down her card on the desk; + then tripped away to her carriage, leaving Henry charmed with her beauty + and ease. + </p> + <p> + He went home to his mother, and told her he was to give lessons to the + handsomest young lady he had ever seen. “She has bought the specimen tools + too; so I must forge some more, and lose no time about it.” + </p> + <p> + “Who is she, I wonder?” + </p> + <p> + “Here is her card. 'Miss Carden, Woodbine Villa, Heath Hill.'” + </p> + <p> + “Carden!” said the widow. Then, after a moment's thought, “Oh, Henry, + don't go near them. Ah, I knew how it would be. Hillsborough is not like + London. You can't be long hid in it.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, what is the matter? Do you know the lady?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, yes. Her papa is director of an insurance company in London. I + remember her being born very well. The very day she was christened—her + name is Grace—you were six years old, and I took you to her + christening; and oh, Harry, my brother is her godfather. Don't you go near + that Grace Carden; don't visit any one that knew us in better days.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, what have we to be ashamed of?” said Henry. “'Tisn't as if we sat + twiddling our thumbs and howling, 'We have seen better days.' And 'tisn't + as if we asked favors of anybody. For my part I don't care who knows I am + here, and can make three hundred a year with my own hands and wrong no + man. I'd rather be a good workman in wood and steel than an arrogant old + fool like your b—. No, I won't own him for yours or mine either—call + him Raby. Well, I wouldn't change places with him, nor any of his sort: + I'm a British workman, and worth a dozen Rabys—useless scum!” + </p> + <p> + “That you are, dear; so don't demean yourself to give any of them lessons. + Her godfather would be sure to hear of it.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I won't, to please you. But you have no more pluck than a chicken—begging + your pardon, mother.” + </p> + <p> + “No, dear,” said Mrs. Little, humbly, quite content to gain her point and + lose her reputation for pluck; if any. + </p> + <p> + Henry worked regularly, and fast, and well, and in less than a fortnight a + new set of his carving-tools were on view in Hillsborough, and another in + London; for it was part of Mr. Cheetham's strategy to get all the London + orders, and even make London believe that these superior instruments had + originated in Hillsborough. + </p> + <p> + One day Miss Carden called and saw Bayne in the office. Her vivid features + wore an expression of vexation, and she complained to him that the + wood-carver had never been near her. + </p> + <p> + Bayne was surprised at that; but he was a man who always allayed + irritation on the spot. “Rely on it, there's some reason,” said he. + “Perhaps he has not got settled. I'll go for him directly.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you,” said the young lady. Then in the same breath, “No, take me to + him, and perhaps we may catch him carving—cross thing!” + </p> + <p> + Bayne assented cheerfully, and led the way across a yard, and up a dirty + stone stair, which, solid as it was, vibrated with the powerful machinery + that steam was driving on every side of it. He opened a door suddenly, and + Henry looked up from his work, and saw the invaders. + </p> + <p> + He stared a little at first, and then got up and looked embarrassed and + confused. + </p> + <p> + “You did not keep your word, sir,” said Grace, quietly. + </p> + <p> + “No,” he muttered, and hung his head. + </p> + <p> + He seemed so confused and ashamed, that Bayne came to his assistance. “The + fact is, no workman likes to do a hand's-turn on Saturday afternoon. I + think they would rather break Sunday than Saturday.” + </p> + <p> + “It is not that,” said Henry, in a low voice. + </p> + <p> + Grace heard him, but answered Mr. Bayne: “Oh dear, I wish I had known. I + fear I have made an unreasonable request: for, of course, after working so + hard all the week—but then why did you let me purchase the tools to + carve with? Papa says they are very dear, Mr. Bayne. But that is what + gentlemen always say if one buys anything that is really good. But of + course they WILL be dear, if I am not to be taught how to use them.” She + then looked in Mr. Bayne's face with an air of infantine simplicity: + “Would Mr. Cheetham take them back, I wonder, under the circumstances?” + </p> + <p> + At this sly thrust, Bayne began to look anxious; but Henry relieved him + the next moment by saying, in a sort of dogged way, “There, there; I'll + come.” He added, after a pause, “I will give you six lessons, if you + like.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall be so much obliged. When will you come, sir?” + </p> + <p> + “Next Saturday, at three o'clock.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall be sure to be at home, sir.” + </p> + <p> + She then said something polite about not disturbing him further, and + vanished with an arch smile of pleasure and victory, that disclosed a row + of exquisite white teeth, and haunted Henry Little for many a day after. + </p> + <p> + He told his mother what had happened, and showed so much mortified pride + that she no longer dissuaded him from keeping his word. “Only pray don't + tell her your name,” said she. + </p> + <p> + “Well, but what am I to do if she asks it?” + </p> + <p> + “Say Thompson, or Johnson, or anything you like, except Little.” + </p> + <p> + This request roused Henry's bile. “What, am I a criminal to deny my name? + And how shall I look, if I go and give her a false name, and then she + comes to Bayne and learns my right one? No, I'll keep my name back, if I + can; but I'll never disown it. I'm not ashamed of it, if you are.” + </p> + <p> + This reduced poor Mrs. Little to silence; followed, in due course, by a + few meek, clandestine tears. + </p> + <p> + Henry put on his new tweed suit and hat, and went up to the villa. He + announced himself as the workman from Cheetham's; and the footman, who had + probably his orders, ushered him into the drawing-room at once. There he + found Grace Carden seated, reading, and a young woman sewing at a + respectful distance. This pair were types; Grace, of a young English + gentlewoman, and Jael Dence of a villager by unbroken descent. Grace was + tall, supple, and serpentine, yet not thin; Jael was robust and ample, + without being fat; she was of the same height, though Grace looked the + taller. Grace had dark brown eyes and light brown hair; and her blooming + cheek and bewitching mouth shone with expression so varied, yet vivid, and + always appropriate to the occasion, grave or gay, playful or dignified, + that her countenance made artificial faces, and giggling + in-the-wrong-place faces, painfully ridiculous. As for such faces as + Jael's, it killed them on the spot, but that was all. Jael's hair was + reddish, and her full eyes were gray; she was freckled a little under the + eyes, but the rest of her cheek full of rich pure color, healthy, but not + the least coarse: and her neck an alabaster column. Hers was a meek, + monotonous countenance; but with a certain look of concentration. + Altogether, a humble beauty of the old rural type; healthy, cleanly, + simple, candid, yet demure. + </p> + <p> + Henry came in, and the young lady received him with a manner very + different from that she had worn down at the works. She was polite, but + rather stiff and dignified. + </p> + <p> + He sat down at her request, and, wondering at himself, entered on the + office of preceptor. He took up the carving-tools, and explained the use + of several; then offered, by way of illustration, to work on something. + </p> + <p> + “That will be the best way, much,” said Grace quietly, but her eye + sparkled. + </p> + <p> + “I dare say there's some lumber to be found in a great house like this?” + </p> + <p> + “Lumber? why, there's a large garret devoted to it. Jael, please take him + to the lumber-room.” + </p> + <p> + Jael fixed her needle in her work, and laid it down gently on a table near + her, then rose and led the way to the lumber-room. + </p> + <p> + In that invaluable repository Henry soon found two old knobs lying on the + ground (a four-poster had been wrecked hard by) and a piece of deal plank + jutting out of a mass of things. He pulled hard at the plank; but it was + long, and so jammed in by miscellaneous articles, that he could not get it + clear. + </p> + <p> + Jael looked on demurely at his efforts for some time; then she suddenly + seized the plank a little higher up. “Now, pull,” said she, and gave a tug + like a young elephant: out came the plank directly, with a great rattle of + dislocated lumber. + </p> + <p> + “Well, you are a strong one,” said Henry. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, one and one makes two, sir,” replied the vigorous damsel, modestly. + </p> + <p> + “That is true, but you threw your weight into it like a workman. Now hand + me that rusty old saw, and I'll cut off as much as we want.” + </p> + <p> + While he was sawing off a piece of the plank, Jael stood and eyed him + silently a while. But presently her curiosity oozed out. “If you please, + sir, be you really a working man?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, what else should I be?” was the answer, given rather brusquely. + </p> + <p> + “A great many gentlefolks comes here as is no better dressed nor you be.” + </p> + <p> + “Dress is no rule. Don't you go and take me for a gentleman, or we sha'n't + agree. Wait till I'm as arrogant, and empty, and lazy as they are. I am a + workman, and proud of it.” + </p> + <p> + “It's naught to be ashamed on, that's certain,” said Jael. “I've carried + many a sack of grain up into our granary, and made a few hundred-weight of + cheese and butter, besides house-work and farm-work. Bless your heart, I + bayn't idle when I be at home.” + </p> + <p> + “And pray where is your home?” asked Henry, looking up a moment, not that + he cared one straw. + </p> + <p> + “If you please, sir, I do come from Cairnhope village. I'm old Nat Dence's + daughter. There's two of us, and I'm the youngest. Squire sent me in here, + because miss said Hillsborough girls wasn't altogether honest. She is a + dear kind young lady; but I do pine for home and the farm at times; and + frets about the young calves: they want so much looking after. And sister, + she's a-courting, and can't give her mind to 'em as should be. I'll carry + the board for you, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “All right,” said Henry carelessly; but, as they went along, he thought to + himself, “So a skilled workman passes for a gentleman with rustics: fancy + that!” + </p> + <p> + On their return to the drawing-room, Henry asked for a high wooden stool, + or chair, and said it would be as well to pin some newspapers over the + carpet. A high stool was soon got from the kitchen, and Jael went promptly + down on her knees, and crawled about, pinning the newspapers in a large + square. + </p> + <p> + Henry stood apart, superior, and thought to himself, “So much for domestic + servitude. What a position for a handsome girl—creeping about on all + fours!” + </p> + <p> + When all was ready, he drew some arabesque forms with his pencil on the + board. He then took an exquisite little saw he had invented for this work, + and fell upon the board with a rapidity that, contrasted with his previous + nonchalance, looked like fury. But he was one of your fast workmen. The + lithe saw seemed to twist in his hand like a serpent, and in a very short + time he had turned four feet of the board into open-work. He finished the + edges off with his cutting tools, and there was a transformation as + complete as of linen cloth turned lace. + </p> + <p> + Grace was delighted. “Shall I ever be able to do that?” + </p> + <p> + “In half a day. That's not carving; that's trickery. The tool does it all. + Before I invented this saw, a good workman would have been a day over + that; but now YOU can do it in half an hour, when you are master of the + instrument. And now I'll show you honest work.” He took one of the knobs + and examined it; then sawed off a piece, and worked on the rest so + cunningly with his various cutters, that it grew into a human face toward + their very eyes. He even indicated Jael Dence's little flat cap by a means + at once simple and ingenious. All the time he was working the women's eyes + literally absorbed him; only those of Grace flashed vivid curiosity, + Jael's open orbs were fixed with admiration and awe upon his supernatural + cleverness. + </p> + <p> + He now drew some more arabesques on the remaining part of the board, and + told Miss Carden she must follow those outlines with the saw, and he would + examine her work on Monday morning. He then went off with a quick, + independent air, as one whose every minute was gold. + </p> + <p> + “If you please, miss,” said Jael, “is he a real working man, or only a + gentleman as makes it his pastime?” + </p> + <p> + “A gentleman! What an idea! Of course he is a working man. But a very + superior person.” + </p> + <p> + “To be sure,” continued Jael, not quite convinced, “he don't come up to + Squire Raby; but, dear heart, he have a grander way with him than most of + the Hillsborough gentlefolks as calls here.” + </p> + <p> + “Nonsense!” said Grace, authoritatively. “Look at his nails.” + </p> + <p> + Henry came twice a week, and his pupil made remarkable progress. She was + deferential, attentive, enthusiastic. + </p> + <p> + By degrees the work led to a little conversation; and that, in due course, + expanded into a variety of subjects; and the young lady, to her surprise, + found her carver well-read in History and Sciences, and severely accurate + in his information, whereas her own, though abundant, was rather loose. + </p> + <p> + One day she expressed her surprise that he could have found time to be so + clever with his fingers and yet cultivate his mind. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said he, “I was lucky enough to have a good mother. She taught me + all she knew, and she gave me a taste for reading; and that has been the + making of me; kept me out of the public-house, for one thing.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! you WERE fortunate. I lost my mother, sir, when I was but eight years + old.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh dear, that was a bad job,” said Henry brusquely but kindly. + </p> + <p> + “A very bad job,” said Grace, smiling; but the next moment she suddenly + turned her fair head away and tears stole down her cheeks. + </p> + <p> + Henry looked very sorry, and Jael, without moving, looked at Grace, and + opened those sluices, her eyes, and two big drops of sympathy rolled down + her comely face in a moment. + </p> + <p> + That day, when young Little shut the street-door of “Woodbine Villa” and + stepped into the road, a sort of dull pain seemed to traverse his chest. + It made his heart ache a little, this contrast of the sweet society he had + left and the smoky town toward which he now turned his face. He seemed to + be ejected from Paradise for the next five days. It was Monday yet he + wished the next day was Saturday, and the intervening period could be + swept away, so that he might be entering that soft Paradise instead of + leaving it. + </p> + <p> + And this sentiment, once rooted, grew rapidly in an aspiring nature, and a + heart that had never yet entertained a serious passion. Now the fair head + that bowed over the work so near him, the lovely hand he had so often to + direct, and almost to guide, and all the other perfections of mind and + body this enchanting girl possessed, crept in at his admiring eyes, and + began to steal into his very veins, and fill him with soft complacency. + His brusque manner dissolved away, and his voice became low and soft, + whenever he was in her delicious presence. He spoke softly to Jael even, + if Grace was there. The sturdy workman was enthralled. + </p> + <p> + Often he wondered at himself. Sometimes he felt alarmed at the strength of + his passion and the direction it had taken. + </p> + <p> + “What,” said he, “have I flirted with so many girls in my own way of life, + and come away heart-whole, and now to fall in love with a gentlewoman, who + would bid her footman show me the door if she knew of my presumption!” + </p> + <p> + But these misgivings could neither cure him nor cow him. Let him only make + money, and become a master instead of a workman, and then he would say to + her, “I don't value birth myself, but if you do, why, I am not come of + workpeople.” + </p> + <p> + He traced a plan with workmanlike precision:—Profound discretion and + self-restraint at “Woodbine Villa:” restless industry and stern + self-denial in Hillsborough. + </p> + <p> + After his day's work he used to go straight to his mother. She gave him a + cup of tea, and then they had their chat; and after that the sexes were + inverted, so to speak: the man carved fruit, and flowers, and dead + woodcocks, the woman read the news and polities of the day, and the essays + on labor and capital, and any other articles not too flimsy to bear + reading aloud to a man whose time was coin. (There was a free library in + Hillsborough, and a mechanic could take out standard books and reviews.) + Thus they passed the evening hours agreeably, and usefully too, for Henry + sucked in knowledge like a leech, and at the same time carved things that + sold well in London. He had a strong inclination to open his heart about + Miss Carden. Accordingly, one evening he said, “She lost her mother when + she was a child.” + </p> + <p> + “Who lost her mother?” asked Mrs. Little. + </p> + <p> + “Miss Carden,” said Henry, very softly. + </p> + <p> + The tone was not lost on Mrs. Little's fine and watchful ear; at least her + mind seized it a few seconds afterward. + </p> + <p> + “That is true,” said she. “Poor girl! I remember hearing of it. Henry, + what is that to you? Don't you trouble your head about that young lady, or + she will trouble your heart. I wish you did not go near her.” + </p> + <p> + And then came question upon question, and vague maternal misgivings. Henry + parried them as adroitly as he could: but never mentioned Miss Carden's + name again. + </p> + <p> + He thought of her all the more, and counted his gains every week, and + began to inquire of experienced persons how much money was wanted to set + up a wheel with steam power, and be a master instead of a man. He gathered + that a stranger could hardly start fair without L500. + </p> + <p> + “That is a good lump!” thought Henry: “but I'll have it, if I work night + as well as day.” + </p> + <p> + Thus inspired, his life became a sweet delirium. When he walked, he seemed + to tread on air: when he forged, his hammer felt a feather in his hand. + The mountains in the way looked molehills, and the rainbow tangible, to + Youth, and Health, and Hope, and mighty Love. + </p> + <p> + One afternoon, as he put on his coat and crossed the yard, after a day's + work that had passed like a pleasant hour, being gilded with such + delightful anticipations, the foreman of the works made him a mysterious + signal. Henry saw it, and followed him into his office. Bayne looked + carefully out of all the doors, then closed them softly, and his face + betrayed anxiety, and even fear. + </p> + <p> + “Little,” said he, almost in a whisper, “you know me: I'm a man of peace, + and so for love of peace I'm going to do something that might get me into + a wrangle. But you are the civillest chap ever worked under me and the + best workman, take you altogether, and I can't bear to see you kept in the + dark, when you are the man whose skin—only—if I act like a man + to you, will you act like one to me?” + </p> + <p> + “I will,” said Henry; “there's my hand on it.” + </p> + <p> + Then Bayne stepped to his desk, opened it, and took out some letters. + </p> + <p> + “You must never tell a soul I showed them you, or you will get me into a + row with Cheetham; and I want to be at peace in-doors as well as out.” + </p> + <p> + “I give you my word.” + </p> + <p> + “Then read that, to begin.” + </p> + <p> + And he handed him a letter addressed to Mr. Cheetham. + </p> + <p> + “SIR,—We beg respectfully to draw your attention to a matter, which + is of a nature to cause unpleasantness between you and the Trades. We + allude to your bringing a workman in from another town to do work that we + are informed can be done on the premises by your own hands. + </p> + <p> + “We assure you it would be more to your interest to work in harmony with + the smiths and the handle-makers in your employ, and the trade generally. + Yours respectfully, + </p> + <p> + “THE COMMITTEE OF THE EDGE-TOOL FORGERS' UNION.” + </p> + <p> + Henry colored up at this, and looked grieved; but he said, “I am sorry to + be the cause of any unpleasantness. But what can I do?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh,” said Bayne, with a sardonic grin, “they are sure to tell you that, + soon or late. Read this:” + </p> + <p> + No. 2 was dated a week later, and ran thus: + </p> + <p> + “MR. CHEETHAM: SIR,—I think you do very ill to annoy a many + craftsmen for one. Remember, you have suffered loss and inconvenience + whenever you have gone against Trades. We had to visit you last year, and + when we came your bands went and your bellows gaped. We have no wish to + come again this year, if you will be reasonable. But, sir, you must part + with London hand, or take consequences. + </p> + <p> + “BALAAM.” + </p> + <p> + Henry looked grave. “Can I see a copy of Mr. Cheetham's reply?” + </p> + <p> + Bayne stared at him, and then laughed in his face, but without the gayety + that should accompany a laugh. “Cheetham's reply to Balaam! And where + would he send it? To Mr. Beor's lodgings, No. 1 Prophet Place, Old + Testament Square. My poor chap, nobody writes replies to these letters. + When you get one, you go that minute to the secretary of whatever Union + you are wrong with, and you don't argue, or he bids you good-morning; you + give in to whatever he asks, and then you get civility; and justice too, + according to Trade lights. If you don't do that, and haven't learned what + a blessing Peace is, why, you make up your mind to fight the Trade; and if + you do, you have to fight them all; and you are safe to get the worst of + it, soon or late. Cheetham has taken no notice of these letters. All the + worse for him and you too. Read that.” + </p> + <p> + No. 3 ran thus: + </p> + <p> + “DEAR SIR,—I take the liberty of addressing you on the subject of + your keeping on this knobstick, in defiance of them that has the power to + make stones of Hillsborough too hot for you and him. Are you deaf, or + blind, or a fool, Jack Cheatem? You may cheat the world, but you don't + cheat the devil, nor me. Turn cockney up, with no more ado, or you'll both + get kicked to hell some dark night by + </p> + <p> + “BALAAM'S ASS.” + </p> + <p> + Henry was silent; quite silent. When he did speak, it was to ask why Mr. + Cheetham had kept all this from him. + </p> + <p> + “Because you shouldn't take fright and leave him,” was the unhesitating + reply. + </p> + <p> + “For that matter they threaten him more than they do me.” + </p> + <p> + “They warn the master first; but the workman's turn is sure to come, and + he gets it hottest, because they have so many ways of doing him. Cheetham, + he lives miles from here, and rides in across country, and out again, in + daylight. But the days are drawing in, and you have got to pass through + these dark streets, where the Trades have a thousand friends, and you not + one. Don't you make any mistake: you are in their power; so pray don't + copy any hot-headed, wrong-headed gentleman like Cheetham, but speak them + fair. Come to terms—if you can—and let us be at peace; sweet, + balmy peace.” + </p> + <p> + “Peace is a good thing, no doubt,” said Henry, “but” (rather bitterly) “I + don't thank Cheetham for letting me run blindfold into trouble, and me a + stranger.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh,” said Bayne, “he is no worse than the rest, believe me. What does any + master care for a man's life? Profit and loss go down in figures; but life—that's + a cipher in all their ledgers.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, come,” said Harry, “it is unphilosophical and narrow-minded to fasten + on a class the faults of a few individuals, that form a very moderate + portion of that class.” + </p> + <p> + Bayne seemed staggered by a blow so polysyllabic; and Henry, to finish + him, added, “Where there's a multitude, there's a mixture.” Now the first + sentence he had culled from the Edinburgh Review, and the second he had + caught from a fellow-workman's lips in a public-house; and probably this + was the first time the pair of phrases had ever walked out of any man's + mouth arm in arm. He went on to say, “And as for Cheetham, he is not a bad + fellow, take him altogether. But you are a better for telling me the + truth. Forewarned, forearmed.” + </p> + <p> + He went home thoughtful, and not so triumphant and airy as yesterday; but + still not dejected, for his young and manly mind summoned its energy and + spirit to combat this new obstacle, and his wits went to work. + </p> + <p> + Being unable to sleep for thinking of what he should do he was the first + to reach the works in the morning. He lighted his furnace, and then went + and unlocked the room where he worked as a handle maker, and also as a + cutler. He entered briskly and opened the window. The gray light of the + morning came in, and showed him something on the inside of the door that + was not there when he locked it overnight. It was a very long knife, broad + toward the handle, but keenly pointed, and double-edged. It was fast in + the door, and impaled a letter addressed, in a vile hand— + </p> + <p> + “TO JAK THRE TRADES.” + </p> + <p> + Henry took hold of the handle to draw the knife out; but the formidable + weapon had been driven clean through the door with a single blow. + </p> + <p> + Then Henry drew back, and, as the confusion of surprise cleared away, the + whole thing began to grow on him, and reveal distinct and alarming + features. + </p> + <p> + The knife was not one which the town manufactured in the way of business, + it was a long, glittering blade, double-edged, finely pointed, and + exquisitely tempered. It was not a tool, but a weapon. + </p> + <p> + Why was it there, and, above all, how did it come there? + </p> + <p> + He distinctly remembered locking the door overnight. Indeed, he had found + it locked, and the window-shutters bolted; yet there was this deadly + weapon, and on its point a letter, the superscription of which looked + hostile and sinister. + </p> + <p> + He drew the note gently across the edge of the keen knife, and the paper + parted like a cobweb. He took it to the window and read it. It ran thus: + </p> + <p> + “This knifs wun of too made ekspres t'other is for thy hart if thou doesnt + harken Trade and leve Chetm. Is thy skin thicks dore thinks thou if not + turn up and back to Lundon or I cum again and rip thy —— + carkiss with feloe blade to this thou —— cokny + </p> + <p> + “SLIPER JACK.” <a name="link2HCH0004" id="link2HCH0004"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IV. + </h2> + <p> + Any one who reads it by the fireside may smile at the incongruous mixture + of a sanguinary menace with bad spelling. But deeds of blood had often + followed these scrawls in Hillsborough, and Henry knew it: and, indeed, he + who can not spell his own name correctly is the very man to take his + neighbor's life without compunction; since mercy is a fruit of knowledge, + and cruelty of ignorance. + </p> + <p> + And then there was something truly chilling in the mysterious entrance of + this threat on a dagger's point into a room he had locked overnight. It + implied supernatural craft and power. After this, where could a man be + safe from these all-penetrating and remorseless agents of a secret and + irresponsible tribunal. + </p> + <p> + Henry sat down awhile, and pored over the sanguinary scrawl, and glanced + from it with a shudder at the glittering knife. And, while he was in this + state of temporary collapse, the works filled, the Power moved, the + sonorous grindstones revolved, and every man worked at his ease, except + one, the best of them all beyond comparison. + </p> + <p> + He went to his friend Bayne, and said in a broken voice, “They have put me + in heart for work; given me a morning dram. Look here.” Bayne was shocked, + but not surprised. “It is the regular routine,” said he. “They begin + civil; but if you don't obey, they turn it over to the scum.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you think my life is really in danger?” + </p> + <p> + “No, not yet; I never knew a man molested on one warning. This is just to + frighten you. If you were to take no notice, you'd likely get another + warning, or two, at most; and then they'd do you, as sure as a gun.” + </p> + <p> + “Do me?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, that is the Hillsborough word. It means to disable a man from work. + Sometimes they lie in wait in these dark streets, and fracture his skull + with life-preservers; or break his arm, or cut the sinew of his wrist; and + that they call DOING him. Or, if it is a grinder, they'll put powder in + his trough, and then the sparks of his own making fire it, and scorch him, + and perhaps blind him for life; that's DOING him. They have gone as far as + shooting men with shot, and even with a bullet, but never so as to kill + the man dead on the spot. They DO him. They are skilled workmen, you know; + well, they are skilled workmen at violence and all, and it is astonishing + how they contrive to stop within an inch of murder. They'll chance it + though sometimes with their favorite gunpowder. If you're very wrong with + the trade, and they can't DO you any other way, they'll blow your house up + from the cellar, or let a can of powder down the chimney, with a lighted + fuse, or fling a petard in at the window, and they take the chance of + killing a houseful of innocent people, to get at the one that's on the + black books of the trade, and has to be DONE.” + </p> + <p> + “The beasts! I'll buy a six-shooter. I'll meet craft with craft, and force + with force.” + </p> + <p> + “What can you do against ten thousand? No; go you at once to the Secretary + of the Edge-Tool Grinders, and get your trade into his Union. You will + have to pay; but don't mind that. Cheetham will go halves.” + </p> + <p> + “I'll go at dinner-time.” + </p> + <p> + “And why not now?” + </p> + <p> + “Because,” said Henry, with a candor all his own, “I'm getting over my + fright a bit, and my blood is beginning to boil at being threatened by a + sneak, who wouldn't stand before me one moment in that yard, knife or no + knife.” + </p> + <p> + Bayne smiled a friendly but faint smile, and shook his head with grave + disapprobation, and said, with wonder, “Fancy postponing Peace!” + </p> + <p> + Henry went to his forge and worked till dinner-time. Nay, more, was a + beautiful whistler, and always whistled a little at his work: so to-day he + whistled a great deal: in fact, he over-whistled. + </p> + <p> + At dinner-time he washed his face and hands and put on his coat to go out. + </p> + <p> + But he had soon some reason to regret that he had not acted on Bayne's + advice to the letter. There had been a large trade's meeting overnight, + and the hostility to the London craftsman had spread more widely, in + consequence of remarks that had been there made. This emboldened the lower + class of workmen, who already disliked him out of pure envy, and had often + scowled at him in silence; and, now, as he passed them, they spoke at him, + in their peculiar language, which the great friend and supporter of + mechanics in general, The Hillsborough Liberal, subsequently christened + “THE DASH DIALECT.” + </p> + <p> + “We want no —— cockneys here, to steal our work.” + </p> + <p> + “Did ever a —— anvil-man handle his own blades in + Hillsborough?” + </p> + <p> + “Not till this —— knobstick came,” said another. + </p> + <p> + Henry turned sharp round upon them haughtily, and such was the power of + his prompt defiant attitude, and his eye, which flashed black lightning, + that there was a slight movement of recoil among the actual speakers. They + recovered it immediately, strong in numbers; but in that same moment + Little also recovered his discretion, and he had the address to step + briskly toward the gate and call out the porter; he said to him in rather + a loud voice, for all to hear, “if anybody asks for Henry Little, say he + has gone to the Secretary of the Edge-Tool Forgers' Union.” He then went + out of the works; but, as he went, he heard some respectable workman say + to the scum, “Come, shut up now. It is in better hands than yours.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Jobson, the Secretary of the Edge-Tool Forgers, was not at home, but + his servant-girl advised Little to try the “Rising Sun;” and in the parlor + of that orb he found Mr. Jobson, in company with other magnates of the + same class, discussing a powerful leader of The Hillsborough Liberal, in + which was advocated the extension of the franchise, a measure calculated + to throw prodigious power into the hands of Hillsborough operatives, + because of their great number, and their habit of living each workman in a + tenement of his own, however small. + </p> + <p> + Little waited till The Liberal had received its meed of approbation, and + then asked respectfully if he might speak to Mr. Jobson on a trade matter. + “Certainly,” said Mr. Jobson. “Who are you?” + </p> + <p> + “My name is Little. I make the carving-tools at Cheetham's.” + </p> + <p> + “I'll go home with you; my house is hard by.” + </p> + <p> + When they got to the house, Jobson told him to sit down, and asked him, in + a smooth and well-modulated voice, what was the nature of the business. + This query, coming from him, who had set the stone rolling that bade fair + to crush him, rather surprised Henry. He put his hand into his pocket, and + produced the threatening note, but said nothing as to the time or manner + of its arrival. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Jobson perused it carefully, and then returned it to Henry. “What have + we to do with this?” and he looked quite puzzled. + </p> + <p> + “Why, sir, it is the act of your Union.” + </p> + <p> + “You are sadly misinformed, Mr. Little. WE NEVER THREATEN. All we do is to + remind the master that, if he does not do certain things, certain other + things will probably be done by us; and this we wrap up in the kindest + way.” + </p> + <p> + “But, sir, you wrote to Cheetham against me.” + </p> + <p> + “Did we? Then it will be in my letter-book.” He took down a book, examined + it, and said, “You are quite right. Here's a copy of the letter. Now + surely, sir, comparing the language, the manners, and the spelling, with + that of the ruffian whose scrawl you received this morning—” + </p> + <p> + “Then you disown the ruffian's threat?” + </p> + <p> + “Most emphatically. And if you can trace it home, he shall smart for + interfering in our business.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, if the trade disowns the blackguard, I can despise him. But you can't + wonder at my thinking all these letters were steps of the same—yes, + and Mr. Bayne thought so too; for he said this was the regular routine, + and ends in DOING a poor fellow for gaining his bread.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Jobson begged to explain. + </p> + <p> + “Many complaints are brought to us, who advise the trades. When they are + frivolous, we are unwilling to disturb the harmony of employers and + workmen; we reason with the complainant, and the thing dies away. When the + grievance is substantial, we take it out of the individual's hands and lay + it before the working committee. A civil note is sent to the master; or a + respectable member of the committee calls on him, and urges him to redress + the grievance, but always in kind and civil terms. The master generally + assents: experience has taught him it is his wisest course. But if he + refuses, we are bound to report the refusal to a larger committee, and + sometimes a letter emanates from them, reminding the master that he has + been a loser before by acts of injustice, and hinting that he may be a + loser again. I do not quite approve this form of communication. But + certainly it has often prevented the mischief from spreading further. + Well, but perhaps he continues rebellious. What follows? We can't lock up + facts that affect the trade; we are bound to report the case at the next + general meeting. It excites comments, some of them perhaps a little + intemperate; the lower kind of workmen get inflamed with passion, and + often, I am sorry to say, write ruffianly letters, and now and then do + ruffianly acts, which disgrace the town, and are strongly reprobated by + us. Why, Mr. Little, it has been my lot to send a civil remonstrance, + written with my own hand, in pretty fair English—for a man who plied + bellows and hammer twenty years of my life—and be treated with + silent contempt; and two months after to be offering a reward of twenty or + thirty pounds, for the discovery of some misguided man, that had taken on + himself to right this very matter with a can of gunpowder, or some such + coarse expedient.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, but, sir, what hurts me is, you don't consider me to be worth a + civil note. You only remonstrated with Cheetham.” + </p> + <p> + “You can't wonder at that. Our trade hasn't been together many years: and + what drove us together? The tyranny of our employers. What has kept us + together? The bitter experience of hard work and little pay, whenever we + were out of union. Those who now direct the trades are old enough to + remember when we were all ground down to the dust by the greedy masters; + and therefore it is natural, when a grievance arises, we should be + inclined to look to those old offenders for redress in the first instance. + Sometimes the masters convince us the fault lies with workmen; and then we + trouble the master no more than we are forced to do in order to act upon + the offenders. But, to come to the point: what is your proposal?” + </p> + <p> + “I beg to be admitted into the union.” + </p> + <p> + “What union?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, of course, the one I have offended, through ignorance. The edge-tool + forgers.” + </p> + <p> + Jobson shook his head, and said he feared there were one or two + objections. + </p> + <p> + Henry saw it was no use bidding low. “I'll pay L15 down,” said he, “and + I'll engage not to draw relief from your fund, unless disabled by accident + or violence.” + </p> + <p> + “I will submit your offer to the trade,” said Jobson. He added, “Then + there, I conclude, the matter rests for the present.” + </p> + <p> + Henry interpreted this to mean that he had nothing to apprehend, unless + his proposal should be rejected. He put the L15 down on the table, though + Mr. Jobson told him that was premature, and went off as light as a + feather. Being nice and clean, and his afternoon's work spoiled, he could + not resist the temptation; he went to “Woodbine Villa.” He found Miss + Carden at home, and she looked quietly pleased at his unexpected arrival: + but Jael's color came and went, and her tranquil bosom rose and fell + slowly, but grandly, for a minute, as she lowered her head over her work. + </p> + <p> + This was a heavenly change to Henry Little. Away from the deafening + workshop, and the mean jealousies and brutality of his inferiors, who + despised him, to the presence of a beautiful and refined girl, who was his + superior, yet did not despise him. From sin to purity, from din to + cleanliness, from war to peace, from vilest passions to Paradise. + </p> + <p> + Her smile had never appeared so fascinating, her manner never so polite + yet placid. How softly and comfortably she and her ample dress nestled + into the corner of the sofa and fitted it! How white her nimble hand! how + bright her delicious face! How he longed to kiss her exquisite hand, or + her little foot, or her hem, or the ground she walked on, or something she + had touched, or her eye had dwelt on. + </p> + <p> + But he must not even think too much of such delights, lest he should show + his heart too soon. So, after a short lesson, he proposed to go into the + lumber-room and find something to work upon. “Yes, do,” said Grace. “I + would go too; but no; it was my palace of delight for years, and its + treasures inexhaustible. I will not go to be robbed of one more illusion, + it is just possible I might find it really is what the profane in this + house call it—a lumber-room—and not what memory paints it, a + temple of divine curiosities.” And so she sent them off, and she set + herself to feel old—“oh, so old!” + </p> + <p> + And presently Henry came back, laden with a great wooden bust of Erin, + that had been the figure-head of a wrecked schooner; and set it down, and + told her he should carve that into a likeness of herself, and she must do + her share of the work. + </p> + <p> + Straightway she forgot she was worn out; and clapped her hands, and her + eyes sparkled. And the floor was prepared, and Henry went to work like one + inspired, and the chips flew in every direction, and the paint was + chiseled away in no time, and the wood proved soft and kindly, and just + the color of a delicate skin, and Henry said, “The Greek Statues, begging + their pardons, have all got hair like mops; but this shall have real hair, + like your own: and the silk dress, with the gloss on; and the lace; but + the face, the expression, how can I ever—?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, never mind THEM,” cried Grace. “Jael, this is too exciting. Please go + and tell them 'not at home' to anybody.” + </p> + <p> + Then came a pretty picture: the workman, with his superb hand, brown and + sinewy, yet elegant and shapely as a duchess's, and the fingers almost as + taper, and his black eye that glowed like a coal over the model, which + grew under his masterly strokes, now hard, now light: the enchanting girl + who sat to him, and seemed on fire with curiosity and innocent admiration: + and the simple rural beauty, that plied the needle, and beamed mildly with + demure happiness, and shot a shy glance upward now and then. + </p> + <p> + Yes, Love was at his old mischievous game. + </p> + <p> + Henry now lived in secret for Grace Carden, and Jael was garnering Henry + into her devoted heart, unobserved by the object of her simple devotion. + Yet, of the three, these two, that loved with so little encouragement, + were the happiest. To them the world was Heaven this glorious afternoon. + Time, strewing roses as he went, glided so sweetly and so swiftly, that + they started with surprise when the horizontal beams glorified the + windows, and told them the brightest day of their lives was drawing to its + end. + </p> + <p> + Ah, stay a little while longer for them, Western Sun. Stand still, not as + in the cruel days of old, to glare upon poor, beaten, wounded, panting + warriors, and rob them of their last chance, the shelter of the night: but + to prolong these holy rapturous hours of youth, and hope, and first love + in bosoms unsullied by the world—the golden hours of life, that glow + so warm, and shine so bright, and flee so soon; and return in this world—Never + more! + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0005" id="link2HCH0005"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER V. + </h2> + <p> + Henry Little began this bust in a fervid hour, and made great progress the + first day; but as the work grew on him, it went slower and slower; for his + ambitious love drove him to attempt beauties of execution that were + without precedent in this kind of wood-carving; and, on the other hand, + the fastidiousness of a true craftsman made him correct his attempts again + and again. As to those mechanical parts, which he intrusted at first to + his pupil, she fell so far short of his ideal even in these, that he told + her bluntly she must strike work for the present: he could not have THIS + spoiled. + </p> + <p> + Grace thought it hard she might not be allowed to spoil her own image; + however, she submitted, and henceforth her lesson was confined to looking + on. And she did look on with interest, and, at last, with profound + admiration. Hitherto she had thought, with many other persons, that, if a + man's hand was the stronger, a woman's was the neater; but now she saw the + same hand, which had begun by hewing away the coarse outlines of the + model, bestow touches of the chisel so unerring and effective, yet so + exquisitely delicate, that she said to herself, “No woman's hand could be + so firm, yet so feather-like, as all this.” + </p> + <p> + And the result was as admirable as the process. The very texture of the + ivory forehead began to come under those master-touches, executed with + perfect and various instruments: and, for the first time perhaps in the + history of this art, a bloom, more delicate far than that of a plum, crept + over the dimpled cheek. But, indeed, when love and skill work together, + expect a masterpiece. + </p> + <p> + Henry worked on it four afternoons, the happiest he had ever known. There + was the natural pleasure of creating, and the distinct glory and delight + of reproducing features so beloved; and to these joys were added the + pleasure of larger conversation. The model gave Grace many opportunities + of making remarks, or asking questions, and Henry contrived to say so many + things in answer to one. Sculptor and sitter made acquaintance with each + other's minds over the growing bust. + </p> + <p> + And then the young ladies and gentlemen dropped in, and gazed, and said + such wonderfully silly things, and thereby left their characters behind + them as fruitful themes for conversation. In short, topics were never + wanting now. + </p> + <p> + As for Jael, she worked, and beamed, and pondered every word her idol + uttered, but seldom ventured to say anything, till he was gone, and then + she prattled fast enough about him. + </p> + <p> + The work drew near completion. The hair, not in ropes, as heretofore, but + its silken threads boldly and accurately shown, yet not so as to cord the + mass, and unsatin it quite. The silk dress; the lace collar; the blooming + cheek, with its every dimple and incident; all these were completed, and + one eyebrow, a masterpiece in itself. This carved eyebrow was a + revelation, and made everybody who saw it wonder at the conventional + substitutes they had hitherto put up with in statuary of all sorts, when + the eyebrow itself was so beautiful, and might it seems have been + imitated, instead of libeled, all these centuries. + </p> + <p> + But beautiful works, and pleasant habits, seem particularly liable to + interruption. Just when the one eyebrow was finished, and when Jael Dence + had come to look on Saturday and Monday as the only real days in the week, + and when even Grace Carden was brighter on those days, and gliding into a + gentle complacent custom, suddenly a Saturday came and went, but Little + did not appear. + </p> + <p> + Jaet was restless. + </p> + <p> + Grace was disappointed, but contented to wait till Monday. + </p> + <p> + Monday came and went, but no Henry Little. + </p> + <p> + Jael began to fret and sigh; and, after two more blank weeks, she could + bear the mystery no longer. “If you please, miss,” said she, “shall I go + to that place where he works?” + </p> + <p> + “Where who works?” inquired Grace, rather disingenuously. + </p> + <p> + “Why, the dark young man, miss,” said Jael, blushing deeply. + </p> + <p> + Grace reflected and curiosity struggled with discretion; but discretion + got the better, being aided by self-respect. “No, Jael,” said she; “he is + charming, when he is here; but, when he gets away, he is not always so + civil as he might be. I had to go twice after him. I shall not go nor send + a third time. It really is too bad of him.” + </p> + <p> + “Dear heart,” pleaded Jael, “mayhap he is not well.” + </p> + <p> + “Then he ought to write and say so. No, no; he is a radical, and full of + conceit; and he has done this one eyebrow, and then gone off laughing and + saying, 'Now, let us see if the gentry can do the other amongst them.' If + he doesn't come soon, I'll do the other eyebrow myself.” + </p> + <p> + “Mayhap he will never come again,” said Jael. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, yes, he will,” said Grace, mighty cunningly; “he is as fond of coming + here as we are of having him. Not that I'm at all surprised; for the fact + is, you are very pretty, extremely pretty, abominably pretty.” + </p> + <p> + “I might pass in Cairnhope town,” said Jael, modestly, “but not here. The + moon goes for naught when the sun is there. He don't come here for me.” + </p> + <p> + This sudden elegance of language, and Jael's tone of dignified + despondency, silenced Grace, somehow, and made her thoughtful. She avoided + the subject for several days. Indeed, when Saturday came, not a word was + said about the defaulter: it was only by her sending for Jael to sit with + her, and by certain looks, and occasional restlessness, she betrayed the + slightest curiosity or expectation. + </p> + <p> + Jael sat and sewed, and often looked quickly up at the window, as some + footstep passed, and then looked down again and sighed. + </p> + <p> + Young Little never came. He seemed to have disappeared from both their + lives; quietly disappeared. + </p> + <p> + Next day, Sunday, Jael came to Miss Carden, after morning church, and + said, meekly, “if you please, miss, may I go home?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, certainly,” said Grace, a little haughtily. “What for?” + </p> + <p> + Jael hung her head, and said she was not used to be long away. Then she + lifted her head, and her great candid eyes, and spoke more frankly. “I + feel to be drawed home. Something have been at me all the night to that + degree as I couldn't close my eyes. I could almost feel it, like a child's + hand, a pulling me East. I'm afeared father's ill, or may be the calves + are bleating for me, that is better acquaint with them than sister Patty + is. And Hillsborough air don't seem to 'gree with me now not altogether as + it did at first. If you please, miss, to let me go; and then I'll come + back when I'm better company than I be now. Oh dear! oh dear!” + </p> + <p> + “Why, Jael, my poor girl, what IS the matter?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't know, miss. But I feel very unked.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you not happy with me?” + </p> + <p> + “'Tis no fault of yourn, miss,” said Jael, rustic, but womanly. + </p> + <p> + “Then you are NOT happy here.” + </p> + <p> + No reply, but two clear eyes began to fill to the very brim. + </p> + <p> + Grace coaxed her, and said, “Speak to me like a friend. You know, after + all, you are not my servant. I can't possibly part with you altogether; I + have got to like you so: but, of course, you shall go home for a little + while, if you wish it very, very much.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed I do, miss,” said Jael. “Please forgive me, but my heart feels + like lead in my bosom.” And, with these words, the big tears ran over, and + chased one another down her cheeks. + </p> + <p> + Then Grace, who was very kind-hearted, begged her, in a very tearful + voice, not to cry: she should go home for a week, a fortnight, a month + even. “There, there, you shall go to-morrow, poor thing.” + </p> + <p> + Now it is a curious fact, and looks like animal magnetism or something, + but the farm-house, to which Jael had felt so mysteriously drawn all + night, contained, at that moment, besides its usual inmates, one Henry + Little: and how he came there is an important part of this tale, which I + must deal with at once. + </p> + <p> + While Henry was still visiting Woodbine Villa, as related above, events of + a very different character from those soft scenes were taking place at the + works. His liberal offer to the Edge-Tool Forgers had been made about a + week, when, coming back one day from dinner to his forge, he found the + smoky wall written upon with chalk, in large letters, neatly executed:— + </p> + <p> + “Why overlook the handlers? + </p> + <p> + “MARY.” + </p> + <p> + He was not alarmed this time, but vexed. He went and complained to Bayne; + and that worthy came directly and contemplated the writing, in silence, + for about a minute. Then he gave a weary sigh, and said, with doleful + resignation, “Take the chalk, and write. There it is.” + </p> + <p> + Henry took the chalk, and prepared to write Bayne's mind underneath + Mary's. Bayne dictated: + </p> + <p> + “I have offered the Handlers the same as the Forgers.” + </p> + <p> + “But that is not true,” objected Henry, turning round, with the chalk in + his hand. + </p> + <p> + “It will be true, in half an hour. We are going to Parkin, the Handlers' + Secretary.” + </p> + <p> + “What, another L15! This is an infernal swindle.” + </p> + <p> + “What isn't?” said Bayne, cynically. + </p> + <p> + Henry then wrote as desired; and they went together to Mr. Parkin. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Parkin was not at home. But they hunted him from pillar to post, and + caught him, at last, in the bar-parlor of “The Packsaddle.” He knew Bayne + well, and received him kindly, and, on his asking for a private interview, + gave a wink to two persons who were with him: they got up directly, and + went out. + </p> + <p> + “What, is there any thing amiss between you and the trade?” inquired Mr. + Parkin, with an air of friendly interest. + </p> + <p> + Bayne smiled, not graciously, but sourly. “Come, come, sir, that is a + farce you and I have worn out this ten years. This is the London workman + himself, come to excuse himself to Mary and Co., for not applying to them + before: and the long and the short is, he offers the Handlers the same as + he has the Smiths, fifteen down, and to pay his natty money, but draw no + scale, unless disabled. What d'y say? Yes, or no?” + </p> + <p> + “I'll lay Mr. Little's proposal before the committee.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, sir,” said Little. “And, meantime, I suppose I may feel safe + against violence, from the members of your union?” + </p> + <p> + “Violence!” said Mr. Parkin, turning his eye inward, as if he was + interrogating the centuries. Then to Mr. Bayne, “Pray, sir, do you + remember any deed of darkness that our Union has ever committed, since we + have been together; and that is twelve years?” + </p> + <p> + “WELL, Mr. Parkin,” said Bayne, “if you mean deeds of blood, and deeds of + gunpowder, et cetera—why, no, not one: and it is greatly to your + honor. But, mind you, if a master wants his tanks tapped and his + hardening-liquor run into the shore or his bellows to be ripped, his + axle-nuts to vanish, his wheel-bands to go and hide in a drain or a church + belfry, and his scythe-blades to dive into a wheel-dam, he has only to be + wrong with your Union, and he'll be accommodated as above. I speak from + experience.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, rattening!” said Mr Parkin. “That's is a mighty small matter.” + </p> + <p> + “It is small to you, that are not in the oven, where the bread is baked, + or cooled, or burnt. But whatever parts the grindstones from the power, + and the bellows from the air, and the air from the fire, makes a hole in + the master's business to-day, and a hole in the workman's pocket that day + six months. So, for heaven's sake, let us be right with you. Little's is + the most friendly and liberal offer that any workman ever made to any + Union. Do, pray, close with it, and let us be at peace; sweet—balmy—peace.” + </p> + <p> + Parkin declared he shared that desire: but was not the committee. Then, to + Henry: “I shall put your case as favorably as my conscience will let me. + Meantime, of course, the matter rests as it is.” + </p> + <p> + They then parted; and Henry, as he returned home, thanked Bayne heartily. + He said this second L15 had been a bitter pill at first; but now he was + glad he had offered it. “I would not leave Hillsborough for fifteen + hundred pounds.” + </p> + <p> + Two days after this promising interview with Mr. Parkin, Henry received a + note, the envelope of which showed him it came from Mr. Jobson. He opened + it eagerly, and with a good hope that its object was to tell him he was + now a member of the Edge-Tool Forgers' Union. + </p> + <p> + The letter, however, ran thus: + </p> + <p> + “DEAR SIR,—I hear, with considerable surprise, that you continue to + forge blades and make handles for Mr. Cheetham. On receipt of this + information I went immediately to Mr. Parkin, and he assured me that he + came to the same terms with you as I did. He says he intimated politely, + but plainly, that he should expect you not to make any more carving-tool + handles for Mr. Cheetham, till his committee had received your proposal. + He now joins me in advising you to strike work for the present. + Hillsborough is surrounded by beautiful scenes, which it might gratify an + educated workman to inspect, during the unavoidable delay caused by the + new and very important questions your case has raised. + </p> + <p> + “Yours obediently, + </p> + <p> + “SAML. JOBSON. + </p> + <p> + “P.S.—A respectable workman was with me yesterday, and objected that + you receive from Mr. Cheetham a higher payment than the list price. Can + you furnish me with a reply to this, as it is sure to be urged at the + trade meeting.” + </p> + <p> + When he read this, Little's blood boiled, especially at the cool advice to + lay down his livelihood, and take up scenery: and he dashed off a letter + of defiance. He showed it to Bayne, and it went into the fire directly. + “That is all right,” said this worthy. “You have written your mind, like a + man. Now sit down, and give them treacle for their honey—or you'll + catch pepper.” + </p> + <p> + Henry groaned, and writhed, but obeyed. + </p> + <p> + He had written his defiance in three minutes. It took him an hour to + produce the following: + </p> + <p> + “DEAR SIR,—I am sorry for the misunderstanding. I did not, for a + moment, attach that meaning to any thing that fell either from you or Mr. + Parkin. + </p> + <p> + “I must now remind you that, were I to strike work entirely, Mr. Cheetham + could discharge me, and even punish me, for breach of contract. All I can + do is to work fewer hours than I have done: and I am sure you will be + satisfied with that, if you consider that the delay in the settlement of + this matter rests with you, and not with me, + </p> + <p> + “I am yours respectfully, HENRY LITTLE. + </p> + <p> + “I furnish you, as requested, with two replies to the objection of a + respectable workman that I am paid above the list price. + </p> + <p> + “1.—To sell skilled labor below the statement price is a just + offense, and injury to trade. But to obtain above the statement price is + to benefit trade. The high price, that stands alone to-day, will not stand + alone forever. It gets quoted in bargains, and draws prices up to it. That + has been proved a thousand times. + </p> + <p> + “2.—It is not under any master's skin to pay a man more than he is + worth. It I get a high price, it is because I make a first-rate article. + If a man has got superior knowledge, he is not going to give it away to + gratify envious ignorance.” + </p> + <p> + To this, in due course, he received from Jobson the following: + </p> + <p> + “DEAR SIR,—I advised you according to my judgment and experience: + but, doubtless, you are the best judge of your own affairs.” + </p> + <p> + And that closed the correspondence with the Secretaries. + </p> + <p> + The gentle Jobson and the polite Parkin had retired from the + correspondence with their air of mild regret and placid resignation just + three days, when young Little found a dirty crumpled letter on his anvil, + written in pencil. It ran thus: + </p> + <p> + “Turn up or youl wish you had droped it. Youl be made so as youl never do + hands turn agin, an never know what hurt you. + </p> + <p> + “MOONRAKER.” (Signed) + </p> + <p> + Henry swore. + </p> + <p> + When he had sworn (and, as a Briton, I think he had denied himself that + satisfaction long enough), he caught up a strip of steel with his pincers, + shoved it into the coals, heated it, and, in half a minute, forged two + long steel nails. He then nailed this letter to his wall, and wrote under + it in chalk, “I offer L10 reward to any one who will show me the coward + who wrote this, but was afraid to sign it. The writing is peculiar, and + can easily be identified.” + </p> + <p> + He also took the knife that had been so ostentatiously fixed in his door, + and carried it about him night and day, with a firm resolve to use it in + self-defense, if necessary. + </p> + <p> + And now the plot thickened: the decent workmen in Cheetham's works were + passive; they said nothing offensive, but had no longer the inclination, + even if they had the power, to interfere and restrain the lower workmen + from venting their envy and malice. Scarcely a day passed without growls + and scowls. But Little went his way haughtily, and affected not to see, + nor hear them. + </p> + <p> + However, one day, at dinner-time, he happened, unluckily, to be detained + by Bayne in the yard, when the men came out: and two or three of the + roughs took this opportunity and began on him at once, in the Dash + Dialect, of course; they knew no other. + </p> + <p> + A great burly forger, whose red matted hair was powdered with coal-dust, + and his face bloated with habitual intemperance, planted himself + insolently before Henry, and said, in a very loud voice, “How many more + trade meetings are we to have for one —— knobstick?” + </p> + <p> + Henry replied, in a moment, “Is it my fault if your shilly-shallying + committees can't say yes or no to L15? You'd say yes to it, wouldn't you, + sooner than go to bed sober?” + </p> + <p> + This sally raised a loud laugh at the notorious drunkard's expense, and + checked the storm, as a laugh generally does. + </p> + <p> + But men were gathering round, and a workman who had heard the raised + voices, and divined the row, ran out of the works, with his apron full of + blades, and his heart full of mischief. It was a grinder of a certain low + type, peculiar to Hillsborough, but quite common there, where grinders are + often the grandchildren of grinders. This degenerate face was more canine + than human; sharp as a hatchet, and with forehead villainously low; hardly + any chin; and—most characteristic trait of all—the eyes, pale + in color, and tiny in size, appeared to have come close together, to + consult, and then to have run back into the very skull, to get away from + the sparks, which their owner, and his sire, and his grandsire, had been + eternally creating. + </p> + <p> + This greyhound of a grinder flung down a lot of dull bluish blades, warm + from the forge, upon a condemned grindstone that was lying in the yard; + and they tinkled. + </p> + <p> + “—— me, if I grind cockney blades!” said he. + </p> + <p> + This challenge fired a sympathetic handle-maker. “Grinders are right,” + said he. “We must be a —— mean lot and all, to handle his + —— work.” + </p> + <p> + “He has been warned enough; but he heeds noane.” + </p> + <p> + “Hustle him out o' works.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, hit him o'er th' head and fling him into shore.” + </p> + <p> + With these menacing words, three or four roughs advanced on him, with + wicked eyes; and the respectable workmen stood, like stone statues, in + cold and terrible neutrality; and Henry, looking round, in great anxiety, + found that Bayne had withdrawn. + </p> + <p> + He ground his teeth, and stepped back to the wall, to have all the + assailants in the front. He was sternly resolute, though very pale, and, + by a natural impulse, put his hand into his side-pocket, to feel if he had + a weapon. The knife was there, the deadly blade with which his enemies + themselves had armed him; and, to those who could read faces, there was + death in the pale cheek and gleaming eye of this young man, so sorely + tried. + </p> + <p> + At this moment, a burly gentleman walked into the midst of them, as + smartly as Van Amburgh amongst his tigers, and said steadily, “What is to + do now, lads?” It was Cheetham himself, Bayne knew he was in the office, + and had run for him in mortal terror, and sent him to keep the peace. + “They insult me, sir,” said Henry; “though I am always civil to them; and + that grinder refuses to grind my blades, there.” + </p> + <p> + “Is that so? Step out, my lad. Did you refuse to grind those blades?” + </p> + <p> + “Ay,” said the greyhound-man sullenly. + </p> + <p> + “Then put on your coat, and leave my premises this minute.” + </p> + <p> + “He is entitled to a week's warning, Mr. Cheetham,” said one of the decent + workmen, respectfully, but resolutely; speaking now for the first time. + </p> + <p> + “You are mistaken, sir,” replied Mr. Cheetham, in exactly the same tone. + (No stranger could have divined the speakers were master and man.) “He has + vitiated his contract by publicly refusing to do his work. He'll get + nothing from me but his wages up to noon this day. But YOU can have a + week's warning, if you want it.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, sir. I've naught against you, for my part. But they say it will come + to that, if you don't turn Little up.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, what's his fault? Come now; you are a man. Speak up.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, I've no quarrel with the man. But he isn't straight with the trade.” + </p> + <p> + “That is the secretaries' fault, not mine,” said Henry. “They can't see + I've brought a new trade in, that hurts no old trade, and will spread, and + bring money into the town.” + </p> + <p> + “We are not so —— soft as swallow that,” said the bloated + smith. “Thou's just come t' Hillsborough to learn forging, and when + thou'st mastered that, off to London, and take thy —— trade + with thee.” + </p> + <p> + Henry colored to the brow at the inferior workman's vanity and its + concomitant, detraction. But he governed himself, by a mighty effort, and + said, “Oh, that's your grievance now, is it? Mr. Cheetham—sir—will + you ask some respectable grinder to examine these blades of mine?” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly. You are right, Little. The man to judge a forger's work is a + grinder, and not another forger. Reynolds, just take a look at them, will + ye?” + </p> + <p> + A wet grinder of a thoroughly different type and race from the greyhound, + stepped forward. He was thick-set in body, fresh-colored, and of a square + manly countenance. He examined the blades carefully, and with great + interest. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said Henry, “were they forged by a smith, or a novice that is come + here to learn anvil work?” + </p> + <p> + Reynolds did not reply to him, nor to Mr. Cheetham: he turned to the men. + “Mates, I'm noane good at lying. Hand that forged these has naught to + learn in Hillsbro', nor any other shop.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, Mr. Reynolds,” said Henry, in a choking voice. “That is the + first gleam of justice that I—” He could say no more. + </p> + <p> + “Come, don't you turn soft for a word or two,” said Cheetham. “You'll wear + all this out in time. Go to the office. I have something to say to you.” + </p> + <p> + The something was said. It amounted to this—“Stand by me and I'll + stand by you.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, sir,” said Henry, “I think I must leave you if the committees + refuse my offer. It is hard for one man to fight a couple of trades in + such a place as this. But I'm firm in one thing: until those that govern + the unions say 'no' to my offer, I shall go on working, and the scum of + the trades sha'n't frighten me away from my forge.” + </p> + <p> + “That's right; let the blackguards bluster. Bayne tells me you have had + another anonymous.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, look here: you must take care of yourself, outside the works; but, + I'll take care of you inside. Here, Bayne, write a notice that, if any man + molests, intimidates, or affronts Mr. Little, in my works, I'll take him + myself to the town-hall, and get him two months directly. Have somebody at + the gate to put a printed copy of that into every man's hand as he + leaves.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, sir!” said Henry, warmly. “But ought not the police to afford + me protection, outside?” + </p> + <p> + “The police! You might as well go to the beadle. No; change your lodging, + if you think they know it. Don't let them track you home. Buy a brace of + pistols, and, if they catch you in a dark place, and try to do you, give + them a barrel or two before they can strike a blow. No one of THEM will + ever tell the police, not if you shot his own brother dead at that game. + The law is a dead letter here, sir. You've nothing to expect from it, and + nothing to fear.” + </p> + <p> + “Good heavens! Am I in England?” + </p> + <p> + “In England? No. You are in Hillsborough.” + </p> + <p> + This epigram put Cheetham in good humor with himself, and, when Henry told + him he did not feel quite safe, even in his own forge, nor in his + handling-room, and gave his reasons, “Oh,” said cheerful Cheetham, “that + is nothing. Yours is a box-lock; the blackguard will have hid in the works + at night, and taken the lock off, left his writing, and then screwed the + lock on again: that is nothing to any Hillsborough hand. But I'll soon + stop that game. Go you to Chestnut Street, and get two first-class Bramah + locks. There's a pocket knife forge upstairs, close to your handling-room. + I'll send the pocket-knife hand down-stairs, and you fasten the Bramah + locks on both doors, and keep the keys yourself. See to that now at once: + then your mind will be easy. And I shall be in the works all day now, and + every day: come to me directly, if there is any thing fresh.” + </p> + <p> + Henry's forge was cold, by this time; so he struck work, and spent the + afternoon in securing his two rooms with the Bramah locks. He also took + Cheetham's advice in another particular. Instead of walking home, he took + a cab, and got the man to drive rapidly to a certain alley. There he left + the cab, ran down the alley, and turned a corner, and went home round + about. He doubled like a hare, and dodged like a criminal evading justice. + </p> + <p> + But the next morning he felt a pleasing sense of security when he opened + his forge-room with the Bramah key, and found no letters nor threats of + any kind had been able to penetrate. + </p> + <p> + Moreover, all this time you will understand he was visiting “Woodbine + Cottage” twice a week, and carving Grace Carden's bust. + </p> + <p> + Those delightful hours did much to compensate him for his troubles in the + town, and were even of some service to him in training him to fence with + the trades of Hillsborough: for at “Woodbine Villa” he had to keep an + ardent passion within the strict bounds of reverence, and in the town he + had constantly to curb another passion, wrath, and keep it within the + bounds of prudence. These were kindred exercises of self-restraint, and + taught him self-government beyond his years. But what he benefited most + by, after all, was the direct and calming effect upon his agitated heart, + and irritated nerves, that preceded, and accompanied, and followed these + sweet, tranquilizing visits. They were soft, solacing, and soothing; they + were periodical and certain, he could count on leaving his cares and + worries, twice every week, at the door of that dear villa; and, when he + took them up again, they were no longer the same; heavenly balm had been + shed over them, and over his boiling blood. + </p> + <p> + One Saturday he heard, by a side-wind, that the Unions at a general + meeting had debated his case, and there had been some violent speeches, + and no decision come to; but the majority adverse to him. This discouraged + him sadly, and his yearning heart turned all the more toward his haven of + rest, and the hours, few but blissful, that awaited him. + </p> + <p> + About 11 o'clock, that same day, the postman brought him a letter, so + vilely addressed, that it had been taken to two or three places, on + speculation, before it reached its destination. + </p> + <p> + Little saw at once it was another anonymous communication. But he was + getting callous to these missives, and he even took it with a certain + degree of satisfaction. “Well done, Bramah! Obliged to send their venom by + post now.” This was the feeling uppermost in his mind. In short, he opened + the letter with as much contempt as anger. + </p> + <p> + But he had no sooner read the foul scrawl, than his heart died within him. + </p> + <p> + “Thou's sharp but not sharp enow. We know where thou goes courting up + hill. Window is all glass and ripe for a Peter shall blow the house + tatums. There's the stuff in Hillsbro and the men that have done others + so, and will do her job as wells thine. Powders a good servant but a bad + master. + </p> + <p> + “ONE WHO MEANS DOING WHAT HE SAYS.” + </p> + <p> + At this diabolical threat, young Little leaned sick and broken over the + handle of his bellows. + </p> + <p> + Then he got up, and went to Mr. Cheetham, and said, patiently, “Sir, I am + sorry to say I must leave you this very day.” + </p> + <p> + “Don't say that, Little, don't say that.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh it is with a heavy heart, sir; and I shall always remember your + kindness. But a man knows when he is beat. And I'm beat now.” He hung his + head in silence awhile. Then he said, in a faint voice, “This is what has + done it, sir,” and handed him the letter. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Cheetham examined it, and said, “I am not surprised at your being + taken aback by this. But it's nothing new to us; we have all been + threatened in this form. Why, the very last time I fought the trades, my + wife was threatened I should be brought home on a shutter, with my + intestines sweeping the ground. That was the purport, only it was put + vernacular and stronger. And they reminded me that the old gal's clothes + (that is Mrs. Cheetham: she is only twenty-six, and the prettiest lass in + Coventry, and has a row of ivories that would do your heart good: now + these Hillsborough hags haven't got a set of front teeth among 'em, young + or old). Well, they told me the old gal's clothes could easily be spoiled, + and her doll's face and all, with a penn'orth of vitriol.” + </p> + <p> + “The monsters!” + </p> + <p> + “But it was all brag. These things are threatened fifty times, for once + they are done.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall not risk it. My own skin, if you like. But not hers: never, Mr. + Cheetham: oh, never; never!” + </p> + <p> + “Well, but,” said Mr. Cheetham, “she is in no danger so long as you keep + away from her. They might fling one of their petards in at the window, if + you were there; but otherwise, never, in this world. No, no, Little, they + are not so bad as that. They have blown up a whole household, to get at + the obnoxious party; but they always make sure he is there first.” + </p> + <p> + Bayne was appealed to, and confirmed this; and, with great difficulty, + they prevailed on Little to remain with them, until the Unions should + decide; and to discontinue his visits to the house on the hill in the + meantime. I need hardly say they had no idea the house on the hill was + “Woodbine Villa.” + </p> + <p> + He left them, and, sick at heart, turned away from Heath Hill, and + strolled out of the lower part of the town, and wandered almost at random, + and sad as death. + </p> + <p> + He soon left the main road, and crossed a stile; it took him by the side + of a babbling brook, and at the edge of a picturesque wood. Ever and anon + he came to a water-wheel, and above the water-wheel a dam made originally + by art, but now looking like a sweet little lake. They were beautiful + places; the wheels and their attendant works were old and rugged, but + picturesque and countrified; and the little lakes behind, fringed by the + master-grinder's garden, were strangely peaceful and pretty. Here the + vulgar labor of the grindstone was made beautiful and incredibly poetic. + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” thought poor Little, “how happy a workman must be that plies his + trade here in the fresh air. And how unfortunate I am to be tied to a + power-wheel, in that filthy town, instead of being here, where Nature + turns the wheel, and the birds chirp at hand, and the scene and the air + are all purity and peace.” + </p> + <p> + One place of the kind was particularly charming. The dam was larger than + most, and sloping grass on one side, cropped short by the grinder's sheep: + on the other his strip of garden: and bushes and flowers hung over the + edge and glassed themselves in the clear water. Below the wheel, and at + one side, was the master-grinder's cottage, covered with creepers. + </p> + <p> + But Henry's mind was in no state to enjoy these beauties. He envied them; + and, at last, they oppressed him, and he turned his back on them, and + wandered, disconsolate, home. + </p> + <p> + He sat down on a stool by his mother, and laid his beating temples on her + knees. + </p> + <p> + “What is it, my darling?” said she softly. + </p> + <p> + “Well, mother, for one thing, the Unions are against me, and I see I shall + have to leave Hillsborough, soon or late.” + </p> + <p> + “Never mind, dear; happiness does not depend upon the place we live in; + and oh, Henry, whatever you do, never quarrel with those terrible grinders + and people. The world is wide. Let us go back to London; the sooner the + better. I have long seen there was something worrying you. But Saturday + and Monday—they used to be your bright days.” + </p> + <p> + “It will come to that, I suppose,” said Henry, evading her last + observation. “Yes,” said he, wearily, “it will come to that.” And he + sighed so piteously that she forbore to press him. She had not the heart + to cross-examine her suffering child. + </p> + <p> + That evening, mother and son sat silent by the fire: Henry had his own sad + and bitter thoughts; and Mrs. Little was now brooding over the words Henry + had spoken in the afternoon; and presently her maternal anxieties found a + copious vent. She related to him, one after another, all the outrages that + had been perpetrated in Hillsborough, while he was a child, and had been, + each in its turn, the town talk. + </p> + <p> + It was a subject on which, if her son had been older, and more experienced + in her sex, he would have closed her mouth promptly, she being a woman + whose own nerves had received so frightful a shock by the manner of her + husband's death. But, inadvertently, he let her run on, till she told him + how a poor grinder had been carried home to his wife, blinded and scorched + with gunpowder, and another had been taken home, all bleeding, to his + mother, so beaten and bruised with life-preservers, that he had laid + between life and death for nine days, and never uttered one word all that + time, in reply to all her prayers and tears. + </p> + <p> + Now Mrs. Little began these horrible narratives with a forced and + unnatural calmness; but, by the time she got to the last; she had worked + herself up to a paroxysm of sympathy with other wretched women in + Hillsborough, and trembled all over, like one in an ague, for herself: and + at last stretched out her shaking hands, and screamed to him, “Oh, Harry, + Harry, have pity on your miserable mother! Think what these eyes of mine + have seen—bleeding at my feet—there—there—I see it + now”—(her eyes dilated terribly at the word)—“oh, promise me, + for pity's sake, that these—same—eyes—shall never see + YOU brought and laid down bleeding like HIM!” With this she went into + violent hysterics, and frightened her son more than all the ruffians in + the town had ever frightened him. + </p> + <p> + She was a long time in this pitiable condition, and he nursed her: but at + last her convulsion ceased, and her head rested on her son's shoulder in a + pitiable languor. + </p> + <p> + Henry was always a good son: but he never loved his mother so tenderly as + he did this night. His heart yearned over this poor panting soul, so + stately in form, yet so weak, so womanly, and lovable; his playmate in + childhood; his sweet preceptor in boyhood; the best friend and most + unselfish lover he had, or could ever hope to have, on earth; dear to him + by her long life of loving sacrifice, and sacred by that their great + calamity, which had fallen so much heavier on her than on him. + </p> + <p> + He soothed her, he fondled her, he kneeled at her feet, and promised her + most faithfully he would never be brought home to her bruised or bleeding. + No; if the Unions rejected his offer he would go back to London with her + at once. + </p> + <p> + And so, thrust from Hillsborough by the trades, and by his fears for Miss + Carden, and also drawn from it by his mother's terrors, he felt himself a + feather on the stream of Destiny; and left off struggling: beaten, + heart-sick, and benumbed, he let the current carry him like any other dead + thing that drifts. + </p> + <p> + He still plied the hammer, but in a dead-alive way. + </p> + <p> + He wrote a few cold lines to Mr. Jobson, to say that he thought it was + time for a plain answer to be given to a business proposal. But, as he had + no great hope the reply would be favorable, he awaited it in a state + bordering on apathy. And so passed a miserable week. + </p> + <p> + And all this time she, for whose sake he denied himself the joy and + consolation of her company, though his heart ached and pined for it, had + hard thoughts of him, and vented them too to Jael Dence. + </p> + <p> + The young are so hasty in all their judgments. + </p> + <p> + While matters were in this condition, Henry found, one morning, two fresh + panes of glass broken in his window. + </p> + <p> + In these hardware works the windows seldom or never open: air is procured + in all the rooms by the primitive method of breaking a pane here and a + pane there; and the general effect is as unsightly as a human mouth where + teeth and holes alternate. The incident therefore was nothing, if it had + occurred in any other room; but it was not a thing to pass over in this + room, secured by a Bramah lock, the key of which was in Henry's pocket: + the panes must have been broken from the outside. It occurred to him + directly that a stone had been thrown in with another threatening scrawl. + </p> + <p> + But, casting his eye all round, he saw nothing of the kind about. + </p> + <p> + Then, for a moment, a graver suspicion crossed his mind: might not some + detonating substance of a nature to explode when trodden upon, have been + flung in? Hillsborough excelled in deviltries of this kind. + </p> + <p> + Henry thought of his mother, and would not treat the matter lightly or + unsuspiciously. He stood still till he had lighted a lucifer match, and + examined the floor of his room. Nothing. + </p> + <p> + He lighted a candle, and examined all the premises. Nothing. + </p> + <p> + But, when he brought his candle to the window, he made a discovery: the + window had two vertical iron uprights, about three-quarters of an inch in + circumference: and one of these revealed to his quick eye a bright + horizontal line. It had been sawed with a fine saw. + </p> + <p> + Apparently an attempt had been made to enter his room from outside. + </p> + <p> + The next question was, had that attempt succeeded. + </p> + <p> + He tried the bar; it was not quite cut through. + </p> + <p> + He locked the forge up directly, and went to his handling room. There he + remained till Mr. Cheetham entered the works; then he went to him, and + begged him to visit his forge. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Cheetham came directly, and examined the place carefully. + </p> + <p> + He negatived, at once, the notion that any Hillsborough hand had been + unable to saw through a bar of that moderate thickness. “No,” said he, + “they were disturbed, or else some other idea struck them all of a sudden; + or else they hadn't given themselves time, and are coming again to-morrow. + I hope they are. By six o'clock to-night, I'll have a common wooden + shutter hung with six good hinges on each side, easy to open at the + center; only, across the center, I'll fix a Waterloo cracker inside.” + </p> + <p> + “A Waterloo cracker!” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, but such a one as you never saw. I shall make it myself. It shall be + only four inches long, but as broad as my hand, and enough detonating + powder in it to blow the shutter fifty feet into the air: and if there + should be one of Jobson's lads behind the shutter at the time, why he'll + learn flying, and naught to pay for wings.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, sir, you are planning the man's death!” + </p> + <p> + “And what is HE planning? Light your forge, and leave the job to me. I'm + Hillsborough too, and they've put my blood up at last.” + </p> + <p> + While Henry lighted his forge, Mr. Cheetham whipped out a rule, and + measured the window exactly. This done, he went down the stairs, and + crossed the yard to go to his office. + </p> + <p> + But, before he could enter it, a horrible thing occurred in the room he + had just left; so horrible, it made him, brave as he was, turn and scream + like a woman. + </p> + <p> + Some miscreant, by a simple but ingenious means, which afterward + transpired, had mixed a quantity of gunpowder with the smithy-slack or + fine cinders of Henry's forge. The moment the forge was hot, the powder + ignited with a tremendous thud, a huge mass of flame rushed out, driving + the coals with it, like shot from a gun; Henry, scorched, blackened, and + blinded, was swept, as by a flaming wind, against the opposite wall; then, + yelling, and stark mad with fright (for nothing drives men out of their + wits like an explosion in a narrow space), he sprang at the window, head + foremost, and with such velocity that the sawed iron snapped like a stick + of barley-sugar, and out he went head foremost; and this it was made + Cheetham scream, to see him head downward, and the paving-stones below. + </p> + <p> + But the aperture was narrow: his body flew through, but his tight arm went + round the unbroken upright, and caught it in the bend of the elbow. + </p> + <p> + Then Cheetham roared, “Hold on, Little! Hold on, I tell you!” + </p> + <p> + The scared brain of a man accustomed to obey received the command almost + without the mind; and the grinders and forgers, running wildly into the + yard, saw the obnoxious workman, black as a cinder from head to foot, + bleeding at the face from broken glass, hanging up there by one hand, + moaning with terror, and looking down with dilating eye, while thick white + smoke rushed curling out, as if his body was burning. Death by suffocation + was at his back, and broken bones awaited him below. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0006" id="link2HCH0006"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VI. + </h2> + <p> + At sight of this human cinder, hanging by one hand between two deaths, + every sentiment but humanity vanished from the ruggedest bosom, and the + skilled workmen set themselves to save their unpopular comrade with + admirable quickness and judgment: two new wheel-bands, that had just come + into the works, were caught up in a moment, and four workmen ran with them + and got below the suspended figure: they then turned back to back, and, + getting the bands over their shoulders, pulled hard against each other. + This was necessary to straighten the bands: they weighed half a hundred + weight each. Others stood at the center of the bands, and directed Little + where to drop, and stood ready to catch him should he bound off them. + </p> + <p> + But now matters took an unexpected turn. Little, to all appearance, was + blind and deaf. He hung there, moaning, and glaring, and his one sinewy + arm supported his muscular but light frame almost incredibly. He was out + of his senses, or nearly. + </p> + <p> + “Let thyself come, lad,” cried a workman, “we are all right to catch + thee.” + </p> + <p> + He made no answer, but hung there glaring and moaning. + </p> + <p> + “The man will drop noane, till he swouns,” said another, watching him + keenly. + </p> + <p> + “Then get you closer to the wall, men,” cried Cheetham, in great anxiety. + “He'll come like a stone, when he does come.” This injunction was given + none too soon; the men had hardly shifted their positions, when Little's + hand opened, and he came down like lead, with his hands all abroad, and + his body straight; but his knees were slightly bent, and he caught the + bands just below the knee, and bounded off them into the air, like a + cricket-ball. But many hands grabbed at him, and the grinder Reynolds + caught him by the shoulder, and they rolled on the ground together, very + little the worse for that tumble. “Well done! well done!” cried Cheetham. + “Let him lie, lads, he is best there for a while; and run for a doctor, + one of you.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, run for Jack Doubleface,” cried several voices at once. + </p> + <p> + “Now, make a circle, and give him air, men.” Then they all stood in a + circle, and eyed the blackened and quivering figure with pity and + sympathy, while the canopy of white smoke bellied overhead. Nor were those + humane sentiments silent; and the rough seemed to be even more overcome + than the others: no brains were required to pity this poor fellow now; and + so strong an appeal to their hearts, through their senses, roused their + good impulses and rare sensibilities. Oh, it was strange to hear good and + kindly sentiments come out in the Dash dialect. + </p> + <p> + “It's a —— shame!” + </p> + <p> + “There lies a good workman done for by some —— thief, that + wasn't fit to blow his bellows, —— him!” + </p> + <p> + “Say he WAS a cockney, he was always —— civil.” + </p> + <p> + “And life's as sweet to him as to any man in Hillsborough.” + </p> + <p> + “Hold your —— tongue, he's coming to.” + </p> + <p> + Henry did recover his wits enough to speak; and what do you think was his + first word? + </p> + <p> + He clasped his hands together, and said,—“MY MOTHER! OH, DON'T LET + HER KNOW!” + </p> + <p> + This simple cry went through many a rough heart; a loud gulp or two were + heard soon after, and more than one hard and coaly cheek was channeled by + sudden tears. But now a burly figure came rolling in; they drew back and + silenced each other.—“The Doctor!” This was the remarkable person + they called Jack Doubleface. Nature had stuck a philosophic head, with + finely-cut features, and a mouth brimful of finesse, on to a corpulent and + ungraceful body, that yawed from side to side as he walked. + </p> + <p> + The man of art opened with two words. He looked up at the white cloud, + which was now floating away; sniffed the air, and said, “Gunpowder!” Then + he looked down at Little, and said, “Ah!” half dryly, half sadly. Indeed + several sentences of meaning condensed themselves into that simple + interjection. At this moment, some men, whom curiosity had drawn to + Henry's forge, came back to say the forge had been blown up, and “the + bellows torn limb from jacket, and the room strewed with ashes.” + </p> + <p> + The doctor laid a podgy hand on the prisoner's wrist: the touch was light, + though the fingers were thick and heavy. The pulse, which had been very + low, was now galloping and bounding frightfully. “Fetch him a glass of + brandy-and-water,” said Dr. Amboyne. (There were still doctors in + Hillsborough, though not in London, who would have had him bled on the + spot.) + </p> + <p> + “Now, then, a surgeon! Which of you lads operates on the eye, in these + works?” + </p> + <p> + A lanky file-cutter took a step forward. “I am the one that takes the + motes out of their eyes.” + </p> + <p> + “Then be good enough to show me his eye.” + </p> + <p> + The file-cutter put out a hand with fingers prodigiously long and thin, + and deftly parted both Little's eyelids with his finger and thumb, so as + to show the whole eye. + </p> + <p> + “Hum!” said the doctor, and shook his head. + </p> + <p> + He then patted the sufferer all over, and the result of that examination + was satisfactory. Then came the brandy-and-water; and while Henry's teeth + were clattering at the glass and he was trying to sip the liquid, Dr. + Amboyne suddenly lifted his head, and took a keen survey of the + countenances round him. He saw the general expression of pity on the + rugged faces. He also observed one rough fellow who wore a strange wild + look: the man seemed puzzled, scared, confused like one half awakened from + some hideous dream. This was the grinder who had come into the works in + place of the hand Cheetham had discharged for refusing to grind cockney + blades. + </p> + <p> + “Hum!” said Dr. Amboyne, and appeared to be going into a brown study. + </p> + <p> + But he shook that off, and said briskly, “Now, then, what was his crime? + Did he owe some mutual aid society six-and-four-pence?” + </p> + <p> + “That's right,” said Reynolds, sullenly, “throw every thing on the Union. + If we knew who it was, he'd lie by the side of this one in less than a + minute, and, happen, not get up again so soon.” A growl of assent + confirmed the speaker's words. Cheetham interposed and drew Amboyne aside, + and began to tell him who the man was and what the dispute; but Amboyne + cut the latter explanation short. “What,” said he, “is this the carver + whose work I saw up at Mr. Carden's?” + </p> + <p> + “This is the very man, no doubt.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, he's a sculptor: Praxiteles in wood. A fine choice they have made + for their gunpowder, a workman that did honor to the town.” + </p> + <p> + A faint flush of gratified pride colored the ghastly cheek a moment. + </p> + <p> + “Doctor, shall I live to finish the bust?” said Henry, piteously. + </p> + <p> + “That and hundreds more, if you obey me. The fact is, Mr. Cheetham, this + young man is not hurt, but his nerves have received a severe shock; and + the sooner he is out of this place the better. Ah, there is my brougham at + the gate. Come, put him into it, and I'll take him to the infirmary.” + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Little, “I won't go there; my mother would hear of it.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, then your mother is not to know?” + </p> + <p> + “Not for all the world! She has had trouble enough. I'll just wash my face + and buy a clean shirt, and she'll never know what has happened. It would + kill her. Oh, yes, it would kill her!” + </p> + <p> + The doctor eyed him with warm approval. “You are a fine young fellow. I'll + see you safe through this, and help you throw dust in your mother's eyes. + If you go to her with that scratched face, we are lost. Come, get into my + carriage, and home with me.” + </p> + <p> + “Mayn't I wash my face first? And look at my shirt: as black as a cinder.” + </p> + <p> + “Wash your face, by all means: but you can button your coat over your + shirt.” + </p> + <p> + The coat was soon brought, and so was a pail of water and a piece of + yellow soap. Little dashed his head and face into the bucket, and soon + inked all the water. The explosion had filled his hair with black dust, + and grimed his face and neck like a sweep's. This ablution made him clean, + but did not bring back his ruddy color. He looked pale and scratched. + </p> + <p> + The men helped him officiously into the carriage, though he could have + walked very well alone. + </p> + <p> + Henry asked leave to buy a clean shirt. The doctor said he would lend him + one at home. + </p> + <p> + While Henry was putting it on Dr. Amboyne ordered his dog-cart instead of + his brougham, and mixed some medicines. And soon Henry found himself + seated in the dog-cart, with a warm cloak over him, and whisking over the + stones of Hillsborough. + </p> + <p> + All this had been done so rapidly and unhesitatingly that Henry, injured + and shaken as he was, had yielded passive obedience. But now he began to + demur a little. “But where are we going, sir?” he asked. + </p> + <p> + “To change the air and the scene. I'll be frank with you—you are man + enough to bear the truth—you have received a shock that will very + likely bring on brain-fever, unless you get some sleep tonight. But you + would not sleep in Hillsborough. You'd wake a dozen times in the night, + trembling like an aspen leaf, and fancying you were blown up again.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, but my mother, sir! If I don't go home at seven o'clock, she'll find + me out.” + </p> + <p> + “If you went crazy wouldn't she find you out? Come, my young friend, trust + to my experience, and to the interest this attempt to murder you, and your + narrow escape, have inspired in me. When I have landed you in the Temple + of Health, and just wasted a little advice on a pig-headed patient in the + neighborhood (he is the squire of the place), I'll drive back to + Hillsborough, and tell your mother some story or other: you and I will + concoct that together as we go.” + </p> + <p> + At this Henry was all obedience, and indeed thanked him, with the tears in + his eyes, for his kindness to a poor stranger. + </p> + <p> + Dr. Amboyne smiled. “If you were not a stranger, you would know that + saving cutlers' lives is my hobby, and one in which I am steadily resisted + and defeated, especially by the cutlers themselves: why, I look upon you + as a most considerate and obliging young man for indulging me in this way. + If you had been a Hillsborough hand, you would insist upon a brain-fever, + and a trip to the lunatic asylum, just to vex me, and hinder me of my + hobby.” + </p> + <p> + Henry stared. This was too eccentric for him to take it all in at once. + “What!” said Dr. Amboyne, observing his amazement, “Did you never hear of + Dr. Doubleface?” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Never hear of the corpulent lunatic, who goes about the city chanting, + like a cuckoo, 'Put yourself in his place—put yourself in her place—in + their place?' + </p> + <p> + “No, sir, I never did.” + </p> + <p> + “Then such is fame. Well, never mind that just now; there's a time for + every thing. Please observe that ruined house: the ancient family to whom + it belongs are a remarkable example of the vicissitude of human affairs.” + He then told him the curious ups and downs of that family, which, at two + distant periods, had held vast possessions in the county; but were now + represented by the shell of one manor house, and its dovecote, the size of + a modern villa. Next he showed him an obscure battlefield, and told him + that story, and who were the parties engaged; and so on. Every mile + furnished its legend, and Dr. Amboyne related them all so graphically that + the patient's mind was literally stolen away from himself. At last, after + a rapid drive of eleven miles through the pure invigorating air, they made + a sudden turn, and entered a pleasant and singularly rural village: they + drew up at a rustic farmhouse, clad with ivy; and Dr. Amboyne said, “This + is the temple: here you can sleep as safe from gunpowder as a + field-marshal born.” + </p> + <p> + The farmer's daughter came out, and beamed pleasure at sight of the + doctor: he got down, and told her the case, privately, and gave her + precise instructions. She often interrupted the narrative with + “Lawkadaisies,” and other rural interjections, and simple exclamations of + pity. She promised faithful compliance with his orders. + </p> + <p> + He then beckoned Henry in, and said, “This picture of health was a patient + of mine once, as you are now; there's encouragement for you. I put you + under her charge. Get a letter written to your mother, and I'll come back + for it in half an hour. You had a headache, and were feverish, so you + consulted a doctor. He advised immediate rest and change of air, and he + drove you at once to this village. Write you that, and leave the rest to + me. We doctors are dissembling dogs. We have still something to learn in + curing diseases; but at making light of them to the dying, and other + branches of amiable mendacity, we are masters.” + </p> + <p> + As soon as he was gone, the comely young hostess began on her patient. + “Dear heart, sir, was it really you as was blowed up with gunpowder?” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed it was, and not many hours ago. It seems like a dream.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, now, who'd think that, to look at you? Why, you are none the worse + for, by a scratch or two, and dear heart, I've seen a young chap bring as + bad home, from courting, in these parts; and wed the lass as marked him—within + the year.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, it is not the scratches; but feel my hand, how it trembles. And it + used to be as firm as a rock; for I never drink.” + </p> + <p> + “So it do, I declare. Why, you do tremble all over; and no wonder, poor + soul. Come you in this minut, and sit down a bit by the fire, while I go + and make the room ready for you.” + </p> + <p> + But, as soon as he was seated by the fire, the current began to flow + again. “Well, I never liked Hillsborough folk much—poor, + mean-visaged tykes they be—but now I do hate 'em. What, blow up a + decent young man like you, and a well-favored, and hair like jet, and eyes + in your head like sloes! But that's their ground of spite, I warrant me; + the nasty, ugly, dirty dogs. Well, you may just snap your fingers at 'em + all now. They don't come out so far as this; and, if they did, stouter men + grows in this village than any in Hillsborough: and I've only to hold up + my finger, for as little as I be, and they'd all be well ducked in + father's horsepond, and then flogged home again with a good cart-whip well + laid on. And, another thing, whatever we do, Squire, he will make it good + in law: he is gentle, and we are simple; but our folk and his has stood by + each other this hundred year and more. But, la, I run on so, and you was + to write a letter again the doctor came back. I'll fetch you some paper + this minut.” + </p> + <p> + She brought him writing materials, and stood by him with this apology, “If + 'twas to your sweetheart I'd be off. But 'tis to your mother.” (With a + side glance), “She have been a handsome woman in her day, I'll go bail.” + </p> + <p> + “She is as beautiful as ever in my eyes,” said Henry, tenderly. “And, oh, + heaven! give me the sense to write to her without frightening her.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I won't hinder you no more with my chat,” said his hostess, with + kindly good humor, and slipped away upstairs. She lighted a great wood + fire in the bedroom, and laid the bed and the blankets all round it, and + opened the window, and took the homespun linen sheets out of a press, and + made the room very tidy. Then she went down again, and the moment Henry + saw her, he said “I feel your kindness, miss, but I don't know your name, + nor where in the world I am.” His hostess smiled. “That is no secret. I'm + Martha Dence—at your service: and this is Cairnhope town.” + </p> + <p> + “Cairnhope!” cried Henry, and started back, so that his wooden chair made + a loud creak upon the stones of the farmer's kitchen. + </p> + <p> + Martha Dence stared, but said nothing; for almost at that moment the + doctor returned, all in a hurry, for the letter. + </p> + <p> + Henry begged him to look at it, and see if it would do. + </p> + <p> + The doctor read it. “Hum!” said he, “it is a very pretty, filial letter, + and increases my interest in you; give me your hand: there. Well, it won't + do: too shaky. If your mother once sees this, I may talk till doomsday, + she'll not believe a word. You must put off writing till to-morrow night. + Now give me her address, for I really must get home.” + </p> + <p> + “She lives on the second floor, No. 13 Chettle Street.” + </p> + <p> + “Her name?” + </p> + <p> + “Sir, if you ask for the lady that lodges on the second floor, you will be + sure to see her.” + </p> + <p> + Dr. Amboyne looked a little surprised, and not very well pleased, at what + seemed a want of confidence. But he was a man singularly cautious and + candid in forming his judgments; so he forbore all comment, and delivered + his final instructions. “Here is a bottle containing only a few drops of + faba Ignatii in water, it is an innocent medicine, and has sometimes a + magical effect in soothing the mind and nerves. A table-spoonful three + times a day. And THIS is a sedative, which you can take if you find + yourself quite unable to sleep. But I wouldn't have recourse to it + unnecessarily; for these sedatives are uncertain in their operation; and, + when a man is turned upside down, as you have been, they sometimes excite. + Have a faint light in your bedroom. Tie a cord to the bell-rope, and hold + it in your hand all night. Fix your mind on that cord, and keep thinking, + 'This is to remind me that I am eleven miles from Hillsborough, in a + peaceful village, safe from all harm.' To-morrow, walk up to the top of + Cairnhope Peak, and inhale the glorious breeze, and look over four + counties. Write to your mother at night, and, meantime, I'll do my best to + relieve her anxiety. Good-by.” + </p> + <p> + Memory sometimes acts like an old flint-gun: it hangs fire, yet ends by + going off. While Dr. Amboyne was driving home, the swarthy, but handsome, + features of the workman he had befriended seemed to enter his mind more + deeply than during the hurry, and he said to himself, “Jet black hair; + great black eyes; and olive skin; they are rare in these parts; and, + somehow, they remind me a little of HER.” + </p> + <p> + Then his mind went back, in a moment, over many years, to the days when he + was stalwart, but not unwieldy, and loved a dark but peerless beauty, + loved her deeply, and told his love, and was esteemed and pitied, but + another was beloved. + </p> + <p> + And so sad, yet absorbing, was the retrospect of his love, his sorrow, and + her own unhappy lot, that it blotted out of his mind, for a time, the very + youth whose features and complexion had launched him into the past. + </p> + <p> + But the moment his horse's feet rang on the stones, this burly philosopher + shook off the past, and set himself to recover lost time. He drove rapidly + to several patients, and, at six o'clock, was at 13 Chettle Street, and + asked for the lady on the second floor, “Yes, sir: she is at home,” was + the reply. “But I don't know; she lives very retired. She hasn't received + any visits since they came. However, they rent the whole floor, and the + sitting-room fronts you.” + </p> + <p> + Dr. Amboyne mounted the stair and knocked at the door. A soft and mellow + voice bade him enter. He went in, and a tall lady in black, with plain + linen collar and wristbands, rose to receive him. They confronted each + other. Time and trouble had left their trace, but there were the glorious + eyes, and jet black hair, and the face, worn and pensive, but still + beautiful. It was the woman he had loved, the only one. + </p> + <p> + “Mrs. Little!” said he, in an indescribable tone. + </p> + <p> + “Dr. Amboyne!” + </p> + <p> + For a few moments he forgot the task he had undertaken; and could only + express his astonishment and pleasure at seeing her once more. + </p> + <p> + Then he remembered why he was there; and the office he had undertaken so + lightly alarmed him now. + </p> + <p> + His first instinct was to gain time. Accordingly, he began to chide her + gently for having resided in the town and concealed it from him; then, + seeing her confused and uncomfortable at that reproach, and in the mood to + be relieved by any change of topic, he glided off, with no little address, + as follows:—“Observe the consequences: here have I been most + despotically rusticating a youth who turns out to be your son.” + </p> + <p> + “My son! is there any thing the matter with my son? Oh, Dr. Amboyne!” + </p> + <p> + “He must have been out of sorts, you know, or he would not have consulted + me,” replied the doctor, affecting candor. + </p> + <p> + “Consult! Why, what has happened? He was quite well when he left me this + morning.” + </p> + <p> + “I doubt that. He complained of headache and fever. But I soon found his + MIND was worried. A misunderstanding with the trades! I was very much + pleased with his face and manner; my carriage was at the door; his pulse + was high, but there was nothing that country air and quiet will not + restore. So I just drove him away, and landed him in a farm-house.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Little's brow flushed at this. She was angry. But, in a nature so + gentle as hers, anger soon gave way. She turned a glance of tearful and + eloquent reproach on Dr. Amboyne. “The first time we have ever been + separated since he was born,” said she, with a sigh. + </p> + <p> + Dr. Amboyne's preconceived plan broke down that moment. He said, + hurriedly, + </p> + <p> + “Take my carriage, and drive to him. Better do that than torment + yourself.” + </p> + <p> + “Where is he?” asked the widow, brightening up at the proposal. + </p> + <p> + “At Cairnhope.” + </p> + <p> + At this word, Mrs. Little's face betrayed a series of emotions: first + confusion, then astonishment, and at last a sort of superstitious alarm. + “At Cairnhope?” she faltered at last, “My son at Cairnhope?” + </p> + <p> + “Pray do not torment yourself with fancies,” said the doctor. “All this is + the merest accident—the simplest thing in the world. I cured Patty + Dence of diphtheria, when it decimated the village. She and her family are + grateful; the air of Cairnhope has a magic effect on people who live in + smoke, and Martha and Jael let me send them out an invalid now and then to + be reinvigorated. I took this young man there, not knowing who he was. Go + to him, if you like. But, frankly, as his physician, I would rather you + did not. Never do a wise thing by halves. He ought to be entirely + separated from all his cares, even from yourself (who are doubtless one of + them), for five or six days. He needs no other medicine but that and the + fine air of Cairnhope.” + </p> + <p> + “Then somebody must see him every day, and tell me. Oh! Dr. Amboyne, this + is the beginning: what will the end be? I am miserable.” + </p> + <p> + “My man shall ride there every day, and see him, and bring you back a + letter from him.” + </p> + <p> + “Your man!” said Mrs. Little, a little haughtily. + </p> + <p> + Dr. Amboyne met her glance. “If there was any ground for alarm, should I + not go myself every day?” said he, gravely, and even tenderly. + </p> + <p> + “Forgive me,” said the widow, and gave him her hand with a sweet and + womanly gesture. + </p> + <p> + The main difficulty was now got over; and Dr. Amboyne was careful not to + say too much, for he knew that his tongue moved among pitfalls. + </p> + <p> + As Dr. Amboyne descended the stairs, the landlady held a door ajar, and + peeped at him, according to a custom of such delicate-minded females as + can neither restrain their curiosity nor indulge it openly. Dr. Amboyne + beckoned to her, and asked for a private interview. This was promptly + accorded. + </p> + <p> + “Would ten guineas be of any service to you, madam?” + </p> + <p> + “Eh, dear, that it would, sir. Why, my rent is just coming due.” + </p> + <p> + Under these circumstances, the bargain was soon struck. Not a syllable + about the explosion at Cheetham's was to reach the second floor lodger's + ears, and no Hillsborough journal was to mount the stairs until the young + man's return. If inquired for, they were to be reported all sold out, and + a London journal purchased instead. + </p> + <p> + Having secured a keen and watchful ally in this good woman, who, to do her + justice, showed a hearty determination to earn her ten guineas, Dr. + Amboyne returned home, his own philosophic pulse beating faster than it + had done for some years. + </p> + <p> + He had left Mrs. Little grateful, and, apparently, in good spirits; but, + ere he had been gone an hour, the bare separation from her son overpowered + her, and a host of vague misgivings tortured her, and she slept but little + that night. By noon next day she was thoroughly miserable; but Dr. + Amboyne's man rode up to the door in the afternoon with a cheerful line + from Henry. + </p> + <p> + “All right, dear mother. Better already. Letter by post. + </p> + <p> + “Henry.” + </p> + <p> + She detained the man, and made up a packet of things for Cairnhope, and + gave him five shillings to be sure and take them. + </p> + <p> + This was followed by a correspondence, a portion of which will suffice to + eke out the narrative. + </p> + <p> + “DEAREST MOTHER,—I slept ill last night, and got up aching from head + to foot, as if I had been well hided. But they sent me to the top of + Cairnhope Peak, and, what with the keen air and the glorious view, I came + home and ate like a hog. That pleased Martha Dence, and she kept putting + me slices off her own plate, till I had to cry quarter. As soon as I have + addressed this letter, I'm off to bed, for it is all I can do not to fall + asleep sitting. + </p> + <p> + “I am safe to be all right to-morrow, so pray don't fret. I am, dear + mother,” etc., etc. + </p> + <p> + “DEAREST MOTHER,—I hope you are not fretting about me. Dr. Amboyne + promised to stop all that. But do write, and say you are not fretting and + fancying all manner of things at my cutting away so suddenly. It was the + doctor's doing. And, mother, I shall not stay long away from you, for I + slept twelve hours at a stretch last night, and now I'm another man. But + really, I think the air of that Cairnhope Peak would cure a fellow at his + last gasp. + </p> + <p> + “Thank you for the linen, and the brushes, and things. But you are not the + sort to forget anything a fellow might want,” etc. + </p> + <p> + “No, my darling son. Be in no hurry to leave Cairnhope. Of course, love, I + was alarmed at first; for I know doctors make the best of every thing; and + then the first parting!—that is always a sorrowful thing. But, now + you are there, I beg you will stay till you are quite recovered. Your + letters are a delight, and one I could not have, and you as well, you + know. + </p> + <p> + “Since you are at Cairnhope—how strange that seems—pray go and + see the old church, where your forefathers are buried. There are curious + inscriptions, and some brasses nobody could decipher when I was a girl; + but perhaps you might, you are so clever. Your grandfather's monument is + in the chancel: I want you to see it. Am I getting very old, that my heart + turns back to these scenes of my youth? + </p> + <p> + “P.S.—Who is this Martha Dence?” + </p> + <p> + “DEAR MOTHER,—Martha Dence is the farmer's daughter I lodge with. + She is not so pretty as her sister Jael that is with Miss Carden; but she + is a comely girl, and as good as gold, and bespoke by the butcher. And her + putting slices from her plate to mine is a village custom, I find. + </p> + <p> + “Mother, the people here are wonderfully good and simple. First of all, + there's farmer Dence, with his high bald head, like a patriarch of old; + and he sits and beams with benevolence, but does not talk much. But he + lets me see I can stay with him six years, if I choose. Then, there's + Martha, hospitality itself, and ready to fly at my enemies like a mastiff. + She is a little hot in the temper, feathers up in a moment; but, at a soft + word, they go down again as quick. Then, there's the village blacksmith. I + call him 'The gentle giant.' He is a tremendous fellow in height, and + size, and sinew; but such a kind, sweet-tempered chap. He could knock down + an ox, yet he wouldn't harm a fly. I am his idol: I sauntered in to his + smithy, and forged him one or two knives; and of course he had never seen + the hammer used with that nicety; but instead of hating me, as the bad + forgers in Hillsborough do, he regularly worships me, and comes blushing + up to the farm-house after hours, to ask after me and get a word with me. + He is the best whistler in the parish, and sometimes we march down the + village at night, arm-in-arm, whistling a duet. This charms the natives so + that we could take the whole village out at our heels, and put them down + in another parish. But the droll thing is, they will not take me for what + I am. My gentle giant would say 'Sir' till I pretended to be affronted; + the women and girls will bob me courtesies, and the men and white headed + boys will take off their hats and pull their front hair to me. If a + skilled workman wants to burst with vanity, let him settle in Cairnhope.” + </p> + <p> + [EXTRACT] + </p> + <p> + “Martha Dence and I have had words, and what do you think it was about? I + happened to let out my opinion of Mr. Raby. Mother, it was like setting a + match to a barrel of gunpowder. She turned as red as fire, and said, 'Who + be you that speaks against Raby to Dence?' + </p> + <p> + “I tried to pacify her, but it was no use. 'Don't speak to me,' said she. + 'I thought better of you. You and I are out.' I bowed before the storm, + and, to give her time to cool, I obeyed your wishes, and walked to + Cairnhope old church. What a curious place! But I could not get in; and, + on my return, I found Mr. Raby keeps the key. Now, you can't do a thing + here, or say a word, but what it is known all over the village. So Martha + Dence meets me at the door, and says, very stiffly, she thought I might + have told her I wanted to see the old church. I pulled a long, penitent + face, and said, 'Yes; but unfortunately, I was out of her good books, and + had orders not to speak to her.' 'Nay,' says she, 'life is too short for + long quarrels. You are a stranger, and knew no better.' Then she told me + to wait five minutes while she put on her bonnet, as she calls it. Well, I + waited the five and-forty minutes, and she put on her bonnet, and so many + other smart things, that we couldn't possibly walk straight up to the old + church. We had to go round by the butcher's shop, and order half a pound + of suet; no less. 'And bring it yourself, this evening,' said I, 'or it + might get lost on the road.' Says the butcher, 'Well, sir, that is the + first piece of friendly advice any good Christian has bestowed—' But + I heard no more, owing to Martha chasing me out of the shop. + </p> + <p> + “To reach the old church we had to pass the old ruffian's door. Martha + went in; I sauntered on, and she soon came after me, with the key in her + hand. 'But,' said she, 'he told me if my name hadn't been Dence he + wouldn't trust me with it, though I went on my bended knees.' + </p> + <p> + “We opened the church-door, and I spent an hour inside, examining and + copying inscriptions for you. But, when I came to take up a loose brass, + to try and decipher it, Martha came screaming at me, 'Oh, put it down! put + it down! I pledged my word to Squire you should not touch them brasses.' + What could I do, mother? The poor girl was in an agony. This old ruffian + has, somehow, bewitched her, and her father too, into a sort of + superstitious devotion that I can't help respecting, unreasonable as it + is. So I dropped the brass, and took to reflecting. And I give you my + thoughts. + </p> + <p> + “What a pity and a shame that a building of this size should lie idle! If + it was mine I would carefully remove all the monuments, and the dead + bones, et cetera, to the new church, and turn this old building into a + factory, or a set of granaries, or something useful. It is as great a sin + to waste bricks and mortar as it is bread,” etc. + </p> + <p> + “MY DEAR HARRY,—Your dear sprightly letters delight me, and + reconcile me to the separation; for I see that your health is improving + every day, by your gayety; and this makes me happy, though I can not quite + be gay. + </p> + <p> + “Your last letter was very amusing, yet, somehow, it set me thinking, long + and sadly; and some gentle remarks from Dr. Amboyne (he called yesterday) + have also turned my mind the same way. Time has softened the terrible blow + that estranged my brother and myself, and I begin to ask myself, was my + own conduct perfect? was my brother's quite without excuse? I may have + seen but one side, and been too hasty in judging him. At all events, I + would have you, who are a man, think for yourself, and not rush into too + harsh a view of that unhappy quarrel. Dearest, family quarrels are family + misfortunes: why should they go down to another generation? You frighten + me, when you wonder that Nathan and his family (I had forgotten his name + was Dence) are attached to Mr. Raby. Why, with all his faults, my brother + is a chivalrous, high-minded gentleman; his word is his bond, and he never + deserts a friend, however humble; and I have heard our dear father say + that, for many generations, uncommon acts of kindness had passed between + that family of yeomen and the knights and squires of Raby. + </p> + <p> + “And now, dear, I am going to be very foolish. But, if these Dences are as + great favorites with him as they were with my father, she could easily get + you into the house some day, when he is out hunting; and I do want you to + see one thing more before you come back from Cairnhope—your mother's + picture. It hangs, or used to hang, in the great dining-room, nearly + opposite the fire-place. + </p> + <p> + “I blush at my childishness, but I SHOULD like my child to see what his + mother was when she brought him into the world, that sad world in which he + has been her only joy and consolation. + </p> + <p> + “P. S.—What an idea! Turn that dear old church into a factory! But + you are a young man of the day. And a wonderful day it is; I can not quite + keep up with it.” + </p> + <p> + “DEAR MOTHER,—I have been there. Mr. Raby is a borough magistrate, + as well as a county justice; and was in Hillsborough all day to-day. + Martha Dence took me to Raby Hall, and her name was a passport. When I got + to the door, I felt as if something pulled me, and said, 'It's an enemy's + house; don't go in.' I wish I had obeyed the warning; but I did not. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I have seen your portrait. It is lovely, it surpasses any woman I + ever saw. And it must have been your image, for it is very like you now, + only in the bloom of your youth. + </p> + <p> + “And now, dear mother, having done something for you, quite against my own + judgment, and my feelings too, please do something for me. Promise me + never to mention Mr. Raby's name to me again, by letter, or by word of + mouth either. He is not a gentleman: he is not a man; he is a mean, + spiteful, cowardly cur. I'll keep out of his way, if I can; but if he gets + in mine, I shall give him a devilish good hiding, then and there, and I'll + tell HIM the reason why; and I will not tell YOU. + </p> + <p> + “Dear mother, I did intend to stay till Saturday, but, after this, I shall + come back to you to-morrow. My own sweet dove of a mammy; who but a beast + could hurt or affront you? + </p> + <p> + “So no more letters from your dutiful and affectionate son, + </p> + <p> + “Harry.” + </p> + <p> + Next day young Little took leave of his friends in Cairnhope, with a + promise to come over some Sunday, and see them all. He borrowed a hooked + stick of his devotee, the blacksmith, and walked off with his little + bundle over his shoulder, in high health and spirits, and ripe for any + thing. + </p> + <p> + Some successful men are so stout-hearted, their minds seem never to + flinch. Others are elastic; they give way, and appear crushed; but, let + the immediate pressure be removed, they fly back again, and their enemy + finds he has not gained an inch. Henry's was of this sort; and, as he + swung along through the clear brisk air, the world seemed his football + once more. + </p> + <p> + This same morning Jael Dence was to go to Cairnhope, at her own request. + </p> + <p> + She packed her box, and corded it, and brought it down herself, and put it + in the passage, and the carrier was to call for it at one. As for herself, + four miles of omnibus, and the other seven on foot, was child's play to + her, whose body was as lusty and active as her heart was tender and + clinging. + </p> + <p> + She came in to the drawing-room, with her bonnet and shawl on, and the + tear in her eye, to bid Miss Carden good-bye. Two male friends would have + parted in five minutes; but this pair were a wonderful time separating, + and still there was always something to say, that kept Grace detaining, or + Jael lingering; and, when she had been going, going, going, for more than + half an hour, all of a sudden she cried, out, “Oh! There he is!” and + flushed all over. + </p> + <p> + “Who?” asked Grace, eagerly. + </p> + <p> + “The dark young man. He is at the door now, miss. And me going away,” she + faltered. + </p> + <p> + “Well then, why go till he has paid his visit? Sit down. You needn't take + off your bonnet.” + </p> + <p> + Miss Carden then settled herself, took up her work, and prepared to + receive her preceptor as he deserved, an intention she conveyed to Jael by + a glance, just as Henry entered blooming with exercise and the keen air, + and looking extremely handsome and happy. + </p> + <p> + His reception was a chilling bow from Miss Carden, and from Jael a cheek + blushing with pleasure at the bare sight of him, but an earnest look of + mild reproach. It seemed cruel of him to stay away so long, and then come + just as she was going. + </p> + <p> + This reception surprised Henry, and disappointed him; however he + constrained himself, and said politely, but rather coldly, that some + unpleasant circumstances had kept him away; but he hoped now to keep his + time better. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, pray consult your own convenience entirely,” said Miss Carden. “Come + when you have nothing better to do; that is the understanding.” + </p> + <p> + “I should be always coming, at that rate.” + </p> + <p> + Grace took no notice. “Would you like to see how I look with my one + eyebrow?” said she. “Jael, please fetch it.” + </p> + <p> + While Jael was gone for the bust, Henry took a humbler tone, and in a low + voice began to excuse his absence; and I think he would have told the real + truth, if he had been encouraged a little; but he was met with a cold and + withering assurance that it was a matter of no consequence. Henry thought + this unfair, and, knowing in his own heart it was ungrateful, he rebelled. + He bit his lip, sat down as gloomy as the grave, and resumed his work, + silent and sullen. + </p> + <p> + As for Jael, she brought in the bust, and then sat down with her bonnet + on, quaking; for she felt sure that, in such a dismal dearth of + conversation, Miss Carden would be certain to turn round very soon, and + say, “Well, Jael, you can go now.” + </p> + <p> + But this Quaker's meeting was interrupted by a doctor looking in to + prescribe for Miss Carden's cold. The said cold was imperceptible to + vulgar eyes, but Grace had detected it, and had written to her friend, Dr. + Amboyne, to come and make it as imperceptible to herself as to the + spectator. + </p> + <p> + In rolled the doctor, and was not a little startled at sight of Little. + </p> + <p> + “Hallo!” cried be. “What, cured already? Cairnhope forever!” He then + proceeded to feel his pulse instead of Miss Carden's, and inspect his eye, + at which Grace Carden stared. + </p> + <p> + “What, is he unwell?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, a man does not get blown up with gunpowder without some little + disturbance of the system.” + </p> + <p> + “Blown up with gunpowder! What DO you mean?” + </p> + <p> + “What, have you not heard about it? Don't you read the newspapers?” + </p> + <p> + “No; never.” + </p> + <p> + “Merciful powers! But has he not told you?” + </p> + <p> + “No; he tells us nothing.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I'll tell you, it is of no use your making faces at me. There is no + earthly reason why she should be kept in the dark. These Hillsborough + trades want to drive this young man out of town: why—is too long and + intricate for you to follow. He resists this tyranny, gently, but firmly.” + </p> + <p> + “I'd resist it furiously,” said Grace. + </p> + <p> + “The consequence is, they wrote him several threatening letters; and, at + last, some caitiff put gunpowder into his forge; it exploded, and blew him + out of a second-floor window.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh! oh!” screamed Grace Carden and Jael; and by one womanly impulse they + both put their hands before their faces, as if to shut out the horrible + picture. + </p> + <p> + “What is that for?” said the doctor. “You see he is all right now. But, I + promise you, he cut a very different figure when I saw him directly + afterward; he was scorched as black as a coal—” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, doctor, don't; pray don't. Oh, sir, why did you not tell me?” + </p> + <p> + “And his face bleeding,” continued the merciless doctor. + </p> + <p> + “Oh dear! oh dear!” And the sweet eyes were turned, all swimming in water + upon Henry, with a look of angelic pity. + </p> + <p> + “His nerves were terribly shaken, but there were no bones broken. I said + to myself, 'He must sleep or go mad, and he will not sleep in the town + that has blown him up.' I just drove the patient off to peace and pure + air, and confided him to one of the best creatures in England—Martha + Dence.” + </p> + <p> + Jael uttered an exclamation of wonder, which drew attention to her and her + glowing cheeks. + </p> + <p> + “Oh yes, Miss Jael,” said Henry, “I was going to tell you. I have been a + fortnight with your people, and, if I live a hundred years, I shall not + forget their goodness to me. God bless them.” + </p> + <p> + “'Twas the least they could do,” said Jael, softly. + </p> + <p> + “What a pity you are going out. I should have liked to talk to you about + your father, and Martha, and George the blacksmith. Doctor, who would live + in a town after Cairnhope?” + </p> + <p> + Jael's fingers trembled at her bonnet-strings, and, turning a look of + piteous supplication on Grace, she faltered out, “If you please, miss, + might I stay over to-day?” + </p> + <p> + “Of course. And then he will tell you all about your people, and that will + do just as well as you going to see them; and better.” + </p> + <p> + Off came Jael's bonnet with wonderful celerity. + </p> + <p> + “Get the whole story out of him,” said Dr. Amboyne. “It is well worth your + attention. As for me, I must go as soon as I have prescribed for you. What + is the matter?” + </p> + <p> + “The matter is that there's nothing the matter; prescribe for that. And + that I'm a goose—prescribe for that—and don't read the + newspapers; prescribe for that.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, then, I prescribe the Hillsborough Liberal. It has drawn a strong + picture of this outrage, and shown its teeth to the Trades. And, if I + might advise a lady of your age and experience, I would say, in future + always read the newspapers. They are, compared with books, what machinery + is compared with hand-labor. But, in this one instance, go to the + fountain-head, and ask Mr. Henry Little there, to tell you his own + tragedy, with all the ins and outs.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! if he would,” said Grace, turning her eyes on Henry. “But he is not + so communicative to poor us. Is he, Jael?” + </p> + <p> + “No, miss.” + </p> + <p> + “He never even told us his name. Did he, Jael?” + </p> + <p> + “No, miss. He is very close.” + </p> + <p> + “Open him then,” said the doctor. “Come, come, there are a pair of you; + and evidently disposed to act in concert; if you can not turn a man inside + out, I disown you; you are a discredit to your sex.” He then shook hands + with all three of them, and rolled away. + </p> + <p> + “Jael,” said Miss Carden, “oblige me by ringing the bell.” + </p> + <p> + A servant entered. + </p> + <p> + “Not at home to any human creature,” said the young lady. + </p> + <p> + The servant retired. + </p> + <p> + “And, if they see me at the window, all the worse—for THEM. Now, Mr. + Little?” + </p> + <p> + Henry complied, and told the whole story, with the exception of the threat + to his sweetheart; and passed two delightful hours. Who is so devoid of + egotism as not to like to tell his own adventures to sympathizing beauty? + He told it in detail, and even read them portions of the threatening + letters; and, as he told it, their lovely eyes seemed on fire; and they + were red, and pale, by turns. He told it, like a man, with dignity, and + sobriety, and never used an epithet. It was Miss Carden who supplied the + “Monsters!” “Villains!” “Cowards!” “Wretches!” at due intervals. And once + she started from her seat, and said she could not bear it. “I see through + it all,” she cried. “That Jobson is a hypocrite; and he is at the bottom + of it all. I hate him; and Parkin worse. As for the assassin, I hope God, + who saw him, will punish him. What I want to do is to kill Jobson and + Parkin, one after another; kill them—kill them—kill them—I'll + tell papa.” + </p> + <p> + As for Jael, she could not speak her mind, but she panted heavily, and her + fingers worked convulsively, and clutched themselves very tight at last. + </p> + <p> + When he had done his narrative, he said sadly, “I despise these fellows as + much as you do; but they are too many for me. I am obliged to leave + Hillsborough.” + </p> + <p> + “What, let the wretches drive you away? I would never do that—if I + was a man.” + </p> + <p> + “What would you do, then?” asked Henry, his eye sparkling. + </p> + <p> + “Do? Why fight them; and beat them; and kill them, it is not as if they + were brave men. They are only cunning cowards. I'd meet cunning with + cunning. I'd outwit them somehow. I'd change my lodging every week, and + live at little inns and places. I'd lock up every thing I used, as well as + the rooms. I'd consult wiser heads, the editor of the Liberal, and the + Head of the police. I'd carry fire-arms, and have a bodyguard, night and + day; but they should never say they had frightened me out of Hillsborough—if + I was a man.” + </p> + <p> + “You are all right,” cried Henry. “I'll do all you advise me, and I won't + be driven out of this place. I love it. I'll live in it or I'll die in it. + I'll never leave it.” + </p> + <p> + This was almost the last word that passed this delightful afternoon, when + the sense of her own past injustice, the thrilling nature of the story + told by the very sufferer, and, above all, the presence and the + undisguised emotion of another sympathizing woman, thawed Grace Carden's + reserve, warmed her courage, and carried her, quite unconsciously, over + certain conventional bounds, which had, hitherto, been strictly observed + in her intercourse with this young workman. + </p> + <p> + Henry himself felt that this day was an era in his love. When he left the + door, he seemed to tread on air. He walked to the first cab-stand, took a + conveyance to his mother's door, and soon he was locked in her arms. + </p> + <p> + She had been fretting for hours at his delay; but she never let him know + it. The whole place was full of preparations for his comfort, and certain + delicacies he liked were laid out on a little side board, and the + tea-things set, including the silver teapot, used now on high occasions + only. + </p> + <p> + She had a thousand questions to ask, and he to answer. And, while he ate, + the poor woman leaned back, and enjoyed seeing him eat; and, while he + talked, her fine eyes beamed with maternal joy. She reveled deliciously in + his health, his beauty, and his safe return to her; and thought, with + gentle complacency, they would soon return to London together. + </p> + <p> + In the morning, she got out a large, light box, and said. “Harry, dear, I + suppose I may as well begin to pack up. You know I take longer than you + do.” + </p> + <p> + Henry blushed. “Pack up?” said he, hesitatingly. “We are not going away.” + </p> + <p> + “Not going away, love? Why you agreed to leave, on account of those + dreadful Unions.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I was ill, and nervous, and out of spirits; but the air of Cairnhope + has made a man of me. I shall stay here, and make our fortune.” + </p> + <p> + “But the air of Cairnhope has not made you friends with the unions.” She + seemed to reflect a moment, then asked him at what time he had left + Cairnhope. + </p> + <p> + “Eleven o'clock.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! And whom did you visit before you came to me?” + </p> + <p> + “You question me like a child, mother.” + </p> + <p> + “Forgive me, dear. I will answer my own question. You called on some one + who gave you bad advice.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, did I?” + </p> + <p> + “On some woman.” + </p> + <p> + “Say, a lady” + </p> + <p> + “What does it matter to me?” cried Mrs. Little, wildly. “They are all my + enemies. And this one is yours. It is a woman, who is not your mother, for + she thinks more of herself than of you.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0007" id="link2HCH0007"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VII. + </h2> + <p> + Henry had now to choose between his mother's advice, and Miss Carden's + commands; and this made him rather sullen and irritable. He was glad to + get out of his mother's house, and went direct to the works. Bayne + welcomed him warmly, and, after some friendly congratulations and + inquiries, pulled out two files of journals, and told him he had promised + to introduce him to the editor of the Liberal. He then begged Henry to + wait in the office, and read the files—he would not be gone many + minutes. + </p> + <p> + The Constitutional gave a dry narrative of the outrage, and mourned the + frequency of such incidents. + </p> + <p> + The Liberal gave a dramatic narrative, and said the miscreant must have + lowered himself by a rope from the parapet, and passed the powder inside + without entering. “He periled his life to perpetrate this crime; and he + also risked penal servitude for ten years. That he was not deterred by the + double risk, proves the influence of some powerful motive; and that motive + must have been either a personal feud of a very virulent kind, or else + trade fanaticism. From this alternative there is no escape.” + </p> + <p> + Next day, both journals recorded a trade-meeting at “The Rising Sun.” + Delegates from the Edge-Tool Forgers' Union, and the Edge-Tool Handlers' + Union, and some other representatives of Hillsborough Unions, were + present, and passed a resolution repudiating, with disgust, the outrage + that had been recently committed, and directed their secretaries to offer + a reward of twenty pounds, the same to be paid to any person who would + give such information as should lead to the discovery of the culprit. + </p> + <p> + On this the Constitutional commented as follows:—“Although we never + for a moment suspected these respectable Unions of conniving at this + enormity, yet it is satisfactory to find them not merely passive + spectators, but exerting their energy, and spending their money, in a + praiseworthy endeavor to discover and punish the offenders.” + </p> + <p> + Henry laid down the paper, and his heart felt very warm to Jobson and + Parkin. “Come,” said he, “I am glad of that. They are not half a bad sort, + those two, after all.” + </p> + <p> + Then he took up the Liberal, and being young and generous, felt disgusted + at its comment: + </p> + <p> + “This appears to be creditable to the two Unions in question. But, + unfortunately, long experience proves that these small rewards never lead + to any discovery. They fail so invariably, that the Unions do not risk a + shilling by proffering them. In dramatic entertainments the tragedy is + followed by a farce: and so it is with these sanguinary crimes in + Hillsborough; they are always followed by a repudiation, and offers of a + trumpery reward quite disproportionate to the offense, and the only result + of the farce is to divert attention from the true line of inquiry as to + who enacted the tragedy. The mind craves novelty, and perhaps these + delegates will indulge that desire by informing us for once, what was the + personal and Corsican feud which led—as they would have us believe—to + this outrage; and will, at the same time, explain to us why these outrages + with gunpowder have never, either in this or in any preceding case, + attacked any but non-union men.” + </p> + <p> + When Henry had read thus far, the writer of the leader entered the room + with Mr. Bayne. + </p> + <p> + A gentleman not above the middle height, but with a remarkable chest, both + broad and deep; yet he was not unwieldy, like Dr. Amboyne, but + clean-built, and symmetrical. An agreeable face, with one remarkable + feature, a mouth full of iron resolution, and a slight humorous dimple at + the corners. + </p> + <p> + He shook hands with Henry, and said, “I wish to ask you a question or two, + in the way of business: but first let me express my sympathy, as a man, + and my detestation of the ruffians that have so nearly victimized you.” + </p> + <p> + This was very hearty, and Henry thanked him with some emotion. “But, sir,” + said he, “if I am to reply to your questions, you must promise me you will + never publish my name.” + </p> + <p> + “It is on account of his mother,” whispered Bayne. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir. It was her misfortune to lose my father by a violent death, and + of course you may imagine—” + </p> + <p> + “Say no more,” said Mr. Holdfast: “your name shall not appear. And—let + me see—does your mother know you work here?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, she does.” + </p> + <p> + “Then we had better keep Cheetham's name out as well.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, thank you, sir, thank you. Now I'll answer any questions you like.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, then, I hear this outrage was preceded by several letters. Could I + see them?” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly. I carry mine always in my pocket, for fear my poor mother + should see them: and, Mr. Bayne, you have got Cheetham's.” + </p> + <p> + In another minute the whole correspondence was on the table, and Mr. + Holdfast laid it out in order, like a map, and went through it, taking + notes. “What a comedy,” said he. “All but the denouement. Now, Mr. Bayne, + can any other manufacturers show me a correspondence of this kind?” + </p> + <p> + “Is there one that can't? There isn't a power-wheel, or a water-wheel, + within eight miles of Hillsborough, that can't show you just such a + correspondence as this; and rattening, or worse, at the tail of it.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Holdfast's eye sparkled like a diamond. “I'll make the round,” said + he. “And, Mr. Little, perhaps you will be kind enough to go with me, and + let me question you, on the road. I have no sub-editor; no staff; I carry + the whole journal on my head. Every day is a hard race between Time and + me, and not a minute to spare.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Cheetham was expected at the works this afternoon: so Henry, on + leaving Mr. Holdfast, returned to them, and found him there with Bayne, + looking, disconsolately, over a dozen orders for carving-tools. + </p> + <p> + “Glad to see you again, my lad,” said Cheetham. “Why, you look all the + better.” + </p> + <p> + “I'm none the worse, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Come to take your balance and leave me?” This was said half plaintively, + half crossly. + </p> + <p> + “If you wish it, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Not I. How is it to be?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, sir, I say to you what you said to me the other day, Stick to me, + and I'll stick to you.” + </p> + <p> + “I'll stick to you.” + </p> + <p> + Bayne held up his hands piteously to them both. + </p> + <p> + “What sir?” faltered he, turning to Cheetham, “after all your experience!” + then to Henry, “What, fight the Trades, after the lesson they have given + you?” + </p> + <p> + “I'll fight them all the more for that,” said Henry, grinding his teeth; + “fight them till all is blue.” + </p> + <p> + “So will I. That for the Trades!” + </p> + <p> + “Heaven help you both!” groaned Bayne, and looked the picture of despair. + </p> + <p> + “You promised me shutters, with a detonator, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, but you objected.” + </p> + <p> + “That was before they blew me up.” + </p> + <p> + “Just so. Shutters shall be hung to-morrow; and the detonators I'll fix + myself.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, sir. Would you mind engaging a watchman?” + </p> + <p> + “Hum? Not—if you will share the expense.” + </p> + <p> + “I'll pay one-third.” + </p> + <p> + “Why should I pay two thirds? It is not like shutters and Bramah locks: + they are property. However, he'll be good against rattening; and you have + lost a fortnight, and there are a good many orders. Give me a good day's + work, and we won't quarrel over the watchman.” He then inquired, rather + nervously, whether there was anything more. + </p> + <p> + “No, sir: we are agreed. And I'll give you good work, and full time.” + </p> + <p> + The die was cast, and now he must go home and face his mother. For the + first time this many years he was half afraid to go near her. He dreaded + remonstrances and tears: tears that he could not dry; remonstrances that + would worry him, but could not shake him. + </p> + <p> + This young man, who had just screwed his physical courage up to defy the + redoubtable Unions had a fit of moral cowardice, and was so reluctant to + encounter the gentlest woman in England, that he dined at a chop-house, + and then sauntered into a music hall, and did not get home till past ten, + meaning to say a few kind, hurried words, then yawn, and slip to bed. + </p> + <p> + But, meantime, Mrs. Little's mind had not been idle. She had long divined + a young rival in her son's heart, and many a little pang of jealousy had + traversed her own. This morning, with a quickness which may seem + remarkable to those who have not observed the watchful keenness of + maternal love, she had seen that her rival had worked upon Henry to resign + his declared intention of leaving Hillsborough. Then she felt her way, + and, in a moment, she had found the younger woman was the stronger. + </p> + <p> + She assumed as a matter of course, that this girl was in love with Henry + (who would not be in love with him?), and had hung, weeping, round his + neck, when he called from Cairnhope to bid her farewell, and had made him + promise to stay. This was the mother's theory; wrong, but rational. + </p> + <p> + Then came the question, What should she do? Fight against youth and + nature? Fight, unlikely to succeed, sure to irritate and disturb. Risk any + of that rare affection and confidence her son had always given her? + </p> + <p> + While her thoughts ran this way, seven o'clock came, and no Henry. Eight + o'clock, and no Henry. “Ah!” thought the mother, “that one word of mine + has had this effect already.” + </p> + <p> + She prepared an exquisite little supper. She made her own toilet with + particular care; and, when all was ready, she sat down and comforted + herself by reading his letters, and comparing his love with the cavalier + behavior of so many sons in this island, the most unfilial country in + Europe. + </p> + <p> + At half past ten Henry came up the stairs, not with the usual light + elastic tread, but with slow, hesitating foot. Her quick ear caught that + too, and her gentle bosom yearned. What, had she frightened him? He opened + the door, and she rose to receive him all smiles. “You are rather late, + dear,” she said; “but all the better. It has given me an excuse for + reading your dear letters all over again; and I have a thousand questions + to ask you about Cairnhope. But sit down first, and have your supper.” + </p> + <p> + Henry brightened up, and ate a good supper, and his mother plied him with + questions, all about Cairnhope. + </p> + <p> + Here was an unexpected relief. Henry took a superficial view of all this. + Sharp young men of twenty-four understand a great many things; but they + can't quite measure their mothers yet. + </p> + <p> + Henry was selfishly pleased, but not ungrateful, and they passed a + pleasant and affectionate time: and, as for leaving Hillsborough, the + topic was avoided by tacit consent. + </p> + <p> + Next morning, after this easy victory, Henry took a cab and got to + “Woodbine Villa” by a circuitous route. His heart beat high as he entered + the room where Grace was seated. After the extraordinary warmth and + familiarity she had shown him at the last interview, he took for granted + he had made a lasting progress in her regard. + </p> + <p> + But she received him with a cold and distant manner, that quite benumbed + him. Grace Carden's face and manner were so much more expressive than + other people's, that you would never mistake or doubt the mood she was in; + and this morning she was freezing. + </p> + <p> + The fact is, Miss Carden had been tormenting herself: and when beauty + suffers, it is very apt to make others suffer as well. + </p> + <p> + “I am glad you are come, Mr. Little,” said she, “for I have been taking + myself to task ever since, and I blame myself very much for some things I + said. In the first place, it was not for me” (here the fair speaker + colored up to the temples) “to interfere in your affairs at all: and then, + if I must take such a liberty, I ought to have advised you sensibly, and + for your good. I have been asking people, and they all tell me it is + madness for one person to fight against these Unions. Everybody gets + crushed. So now let me hope you will carry out your wise intention, and + leave Hillsborough; and then my conscience will be at ease.” + </p> + <p> + Every word fell like an icicle on her hearer's heart. To please this cold, + changeful creature, he had settled to defy the unchangeable Unions, and + had been ready to resist his mother, and slight her immortal and + unchanging love. + </p> + <p> + “You don't answer me, sir!” said Miss Carden, with an air of lofty + surprise. + </p> + <p> + “I answered you yesterday,” said he sullenly. “A man can't chop and change + like a weathercock.” + </p> + <p> + “But it is not changing, it's only going back to your own intention. You + know you were going to leave Hillsborough, before I talked all that + nonsense. Your story had set me on fire, and that's my only excuse. Well, + now, the same person takes the liberty to give you wise and considerate + advice, instead of hot, and hasty, romantic nonsense. Which ought you to + respect most—folly or reason—from the same lips?” + </p> + <p> + Henry seemed to reflect. “That sounds reasonable,” said he: “but, when you + advised me not to show the white feather, you spoke your heart; now, you + are only talking from your head. Then, your beautiful eyes flashed fire, + and your soul was in your words: who could resist them? And you spoke to + me like a friend; now you speak to me like an enemy.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Mr. Little, that is ridiculous.” + </p> + <p> + “You do, though. And I'm sure I don't know why.” + </p> + <p> + “Nor I. Perhaps because I am cross with myself; certainly not with you.” + </p> + <p> + “I am glad of that. Well, then, the long and the short is, you showed me + you thought it cowardly to fly from the Trades. You wouldn't, said you, if + you were a man. Well, I'm a man; and I'll do as you would do in my place. + I'll not throw my life away, I'll meet craft with craft, and force with + force; but fly I never will. I'll fight while I've a leg to stand on.” + </p> + <p> + With these words he began to work on the bust, in a quiet dogged way that + was, nevertheless, sufficiently expressive. + </p> + <p> + Grace looked at him silently for half a minute, and then rose from her + chair. + </p> + <p> + “Then,” said she, “I must go for somebody of more authority than I am.” + She sailed out of the room. + </p> + <p> + Henry asked Jael who she was gone for. + </p> + <p> + “It will be her papa,” said Jael. + </p> + <p> + “As if I care for what he says.” + </p> + <p> + “I wouldn't show HER that, if I was you,” said Jael, quietly, but with a + good deal of weight. + </p> + <p> + “You are right,” said Henry. “You are a good girl. I don't know which is + the best, you or Martha. I say, I promised to go to Cairnhope some Sunday, + and see them all. Shall I drive you over?” + </p> + <p> + “And bring me back at night?” + </p> + <p> + “If you like. I must come back.” + </p> + <p> + “I'll ask Miss Carden.” + </p> + <p> + The words were quiet and composed, but the blushing face beamed with + unreasonable happiness; and Grace, who entered at that moment with her + father, was quite struck with its eloquence; she half started, but took no + further notice just then. “There, papa,” said she, “this is Mr. Little.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Carden was a tall gentleman, with somewhat iron features, but a fine + head of gray hair; rather an imposing personage; not the least pompous + though; quite a man of the world, and took a business view of everything, + matrimony, of course, included. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, this is Mr. Little, is it, whose work we all admire so much?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, papa.” + </p> + <p> + “And whose adventure has made so much noise?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, papa.” + </p> + <p> + “By-the-bye, there is an article to-day on you: have you seen it? No? But + you should see it; it is very smart. My dear” (to Jael), “will you go to + my study, and bring the Liberal here?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, but meantime, I want you to advise him not to subject himself to + more gunpowder and things, but to leave the town; that is all the wretches + demand.” + </p> + <p> + “And that,” said Henry, with a sly, deferential tone, “is a good deal to + demand in a free country, is it not, sir?” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed it is. Ah, here comes the Liberal. Somebody read the article to + us, while he works. I want to see how he does it.” + </p> + <p> + Curiosity overpowered Grace's impatience, for a moment, and she read the + notice out with undisguised interest. + </p> + <p> + “'THE LAST OUTRAGE. + </p> + <p> + “'In our first remarks upon this matter, we merely laid down an + alternative which admits of no dispute; and, abstaining from idle + conjectures, undertook to collect evidence. We have now had an interview + with the victim of that abominable outrage. Mr.—— is one of + those superior workmen who embellish that class for a few years, but + invariably rise above it, and leave it' (there—Mr. Little!)—'He + has informed us that he is a stranger in Hillsborough, lives retired, + never sits down in a public-house, and has not a single enemy in + Hillsborough, great or small. He says that his life was saved by his + fellow-workmen, and that as he lay scorched—'(Oh, dear!') + </p> + <p> + “Well, go on, Grace.” + </p> + <p> + “It is all very well to say go on, papa—'scorched and bleeding on + the ground and unable to distinguish faces' (poor, poor Mr. Little!) 'he + heard, on all sides of him, expressions of rugged sympathy and sobs, and + tears, from rough, but—manly fellows, who—'(oh! oh! oh!”) + </p> + <p> + Grace could not go on for whimpering, and Jael cried, for company. Henry + left off carving, and turned away his head, touched to the heart by this + sweet and sudden sympathy. + </p> + <p> + “How badly you read,” said Mr. Carden, and took the journal from her. He + read in a loud business-like monotone, that, like some blessed balm, dried + every tear. “'Manly fellows who never shed a tear before: this disposed of + one alternative, and narrowed the inquiry. It was not a personal feud; + therefore it was a Trade outrage, or it was nothing. We now took evidence + bearing on the inquiry thus narrowed; and we found the assault had been + preceded by a great many letters, all of them breathing the spirit of + Unionism, and none of them intimating a private wrong. These letters, + taken in connection, are a literary curiosity; and we find there is + scarcely a manufacturer in the place who has not endured a similar + correspondence, and violence at the end of it. This curious chapter of the + human mind really deserves a separate heading, and we introduce it to our + readers as + </p> + <p> + “THE LITERATURE OF OUTRAGE.” + </p> + <p> + “'First of all comes a letter to the master intimating that he is doing + something objectionable to some one of the many Unions that go to make a + single implement of hardware. This letter has three features. It is signed + with a real name. It is polite. It is grammatical. + </p> + <p> + “'If disregarded, it is speedily followed by another. No. 2 is + grammatical, or thereabouts; but, under a feigned politeness, the + insolence of a vulgar mind shows itself pretty plainly, and the master is + reminded what he suffered on some former occasion when he rebelled against + the trades. This letter is sometimes anonymous, generally pseudonymous. + </p> + <p> + “'If this reminder of the past and intimation of the future is + disregarded, the refractory master gets a missive, which begins with an + affectation of coarse familiarity, and then rises, with a ludicrous bound, + into brutal and contemptuous insolence. In this letter, grammar is flung + to the winds, along with good manners; but spelling survives, by a + miracle. Next comes a short letter, full of sanguinary threats, and + written in, what we beg leave to christen, the Dash dialect, because, + though used by at least three million people in England, and three + thousand in Hillsborough, it can only be printed with blanks, the reason + being simply this, that every sentence is measled with oaths and + indecencies. These letters are also written phonetically, and, as the + pronunciation, which directs the spelling, is all wrong, the double result + is prodigious. Nevertheless, many of these pronunciations are ancient, and + were once universal. An antiquarian friend assures us the orthography of + these blackguards, the scum of the nineteenth century, is wonderfully like + that of a mediaeval monk or baron. + </p> + <p> + “'When the correspondence has once descended to the Dash dialect, written + phonetically, it never remounts toward grammar, spelling or civilization; + and the next in the business is rattening, or else beating, or shooting, + or blowing-up the obnoxious individual by himself, or along with a + houseful of people quite strange to the quarrel. Now, it is manifest to + common sense, that all this is one piece of mosaic, and that the criminal + act it all ends in is no more to be disconnected from the last letter, + than the last letter from its predecessor, or letter three from letter + two. Here is a crime first gently foreshadowed, then grimly intimated, + then directly threatened, then threatened in words that smell of blood and + gunpowder, and then—done. The correspondence and the act reveal— + </p> + <p> + “The various talents, but the single mind.” + </p> + <p> + “'In face of this evidence, furnished by themselves, the trades Unions, + some member of which has committed this crime, will do well to drop the + worn-out farce of offering a trumpery reward and to take a direct and + manly course. They ought to accept Mr.——'s preposterously + liberal offer, and admit him to the two Unions, and thereby disown the + criminal act in the form most consolatory to the sufferer: or else they + should face the situation, and say, “This act was done under our banner, + though not by our order, and we stand by it.” The Liberal will continue to + watch the case.'” + </p> + <p> + “This will be a pill,” said Mr. Carden, laying down the paper. “Why, they + call the Liberal the workman's advocate.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, papa,” said Grace; “but how plainly he shows—But Mr. Little is + a stranger, and even this terrible lesson has not—So do pray advise + him.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall be very happy; but, when you are my age, you will know it is of + little use intruding advice upon people.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Mr. Little will treat it with proper respect, coming from one so much + older than himself, and better acquainted with this wretched town. Will + you not, Mr. Little?” said she, with so cunning a sweetness that the young + fellow was entrapped, and assented, before he knew what he was about; then + colored high at finding himself committed. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Carden reflected a moment. He then said, “I can't take upon myself to + tell any man to give up his livelihood. But one piece of advice I can + conscientiously give Mr. Little.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, papa.” + </p> + <p> + “And that is—TO INSURE HIS LIFE.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, papa!” cried Grace. + </p> + <p> + As for Henry he was rather amused, and his lip curled satirically. But the + next moment he happened to catch sight of Jael Dence's face; her gray eyes + were expanded with a look of uneasiness; and, directly she caught his eye + she fixed it, and made him a quick movement of the head, directing him to + assent. + </p> + <p> + There was something so clear and decided in the girl's manner that it + overpowered Henry who had no very clear idea to oppose to it, and he + actually obeyed the nod of this girl, whom he had hitherto looked on as an + amiable simpleton. + </p> + <p> + “I have no objection to that,” said he, turning to Mr. Carden. Then, after + another look at Jael, he said, demurely, “Is there any insurance office + you could recommend?” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Carden smiled. “There is only one I have a right to recommend, and + that is the 'Gosshawk.' I am a director. But,” said he, with sudden + stiffness, “I could furnish you with the names of many others.” + </p> + <p> + Henry saw his way clear by this time. “No, sir, if I profit by your + advice, the least I can do is to choose the one you are a director of.” + </p> + <p> + Grace, who had latterly betrayed uneasiness and irritation, now rose, red + as fire. “The conversation is taking a turn I did not at all intend,” said + she, and swept out of the room with royal disdain. + </p> + <p> + Her father apologized carelessly for her tragical exit. “That is a young + lady who detests business; but she does not object to its fruits—dresses, + lace, footmen, diamonds, and a carriage to drive about in. On the + contrary, she would be miserable without them.” + </p> + <p> + “I should hope she never will be without them, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “I'll take care of that.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Carden said this rather dryly, and then retired for a minute; and + Grace who was not far off, with an ear like a hare, came back soon after. + </p> + <p> + But in the meantime Henry left his seat and went to Jael, and, leaning + over her as she worked, said, “There is more in that head of yours than I + thought.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, they all talk before me,” said Jael, blushing faintly, and avoiding + his eye. + </p> + <p> + “Jael Dence,” said the young man, warmly, “I'm truly obliged to you.” + </p> + <p> + “What for?” + </p> + <p> + “For your good advice. I didn't see how good it was till after I had taken + it.” + </p> + <p> + “I'm afeard Miss Grace gave you better.” + </p> + <p> + “She advised me against my heart. What is the use of that?” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, young men are willful.” + </p> + <p> + “Come, come, don't you go back. You are my friend and counselor.” + </p> + <p> + “That is something,” said Jael, in a low voice; and her hands trembled at + her side. + </p> + <p> + “Why, my dear girl, what's the matter?” + </p> + <p> + “Hush! hush?” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0008" id="link2HCH0008"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VIII. + </h2> + <p> + Grace came in, that moment, with a superb air. She settled herself on the + sofa. + </p> + <p> + “Now, it is my turn, if you please. Pray, sir, do you think your life will + be any safer for your insuring it? Insuring does not mean that you are not + to be killed; but that, when you ARE, for your obstinacy, somebody else + will get paid some money, to dance with over your grave.” + </p> + <p> + “I beg your pardon, Grace,” said Mr. Carden, entering with some printed + papers in his hand. “That is not the only use of an insurance. He may want + to marry, or to borrow a sum of money to begin business; and then a policy + of insurance, with two or three premiums paid, smooths the difficulty. + Everybody should make a will, and everybody should insure his life.” + </p> + <p> + “Well then, sir, I will do both.” + </p> + <p> + “Stop!” said Mr. Carden, who could now afford to be candid. “First of all, + you ought to satisfy yourself of the flourishing condition of the + company.” He handed him a prospectus. “This will show you our capital, and + our disbursements last year, and the balance of profit declared. And this + gives the balance sheet of the 'Vulture' and the 'Falcon,' which have + assigned their business to us, and are now incorporated in the + 'Gosshawk.'” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, what a voracious bird!” observed Grace. “I hope these other + chickabiddies will not prove indigestible. Were they plucked first, papa? + or did the 'Gosshawk' swallow them feathers and all?” + </p> + <p> + Little laughed heartily at this pert sally, but Mr. Carden winced under + it. + </p> + <p> + Then Grace saw she was not quite weaponless, and added, “After such a + meal, as that, Mr. Little, you will go down like a crumb.” + </p> + <p> + “Grace, that is enough,” said Mr. Carden, rather severely. + </p> + <p> + Grace held her tongue directly, and the water came into her eyes. Anything + like serious remonstrance was a novelty to her. + </p> + <p> + When Henry had read the papers, Mr. Carden asked him, rather carelessly, + what sum he wished to be insured for. + </p> + <p> + Now Henry had so little wish about the matter, that he had not given it a + thought, and the question took him quite aback. He looked helplessly at + Jael. To his surprise, she decided on the sum for him, without a moment's + hesitation, and conveyed the figure with that dexterity which the simplest + of her sex can command whenever telegraphy is wanted. She did it with two + unbroken movements; she put up all the fingers of her right hand to her + brow, and that meant five: then she turned her hand rapidly, so as to hide + her mouth from the others, who were both on her right hand, and she made + the word thousand clear, with her lips and tongue, especially the “th.” + </p> + <p> + But the sum staggered Henry; and made him think he must be misinterpreting + her. + </p> + <p> + He hesitated, to gain time. “Hum!” said he, “the sum?” + </p> + <p> + Jael repeated her pantomime as before. + </p> + <p> + Still Henry doubted, and, to feel his way, said, half interrogatively, + “Five—thou—sand?” + </p> + <p> + Jael nodded. + </p> + <p> + “Five thousand pounds,” said Henry, as bold as brass. + </p> + <p> + “Five thousand pounds!” cried Mr. Carden. “A workman insure his life for + five thousand pounds!” + </p> + <p> + “Well, a man's life is worth five thousand pounds, or it is worth nothing. + And, sir, how long do you think I shall be a workman, especially in + Hillsborough, where from workman to master is no more than hopping across + a gutter?” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Carden smiled approval. “But five thousand pounds! The annual premium + will be considerable. May I ask about how much you make a year?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, papa!” + </p> + <p> + “Well, sir, Mr. Cheetham pays me L300 a year, at the rate of, and I can + make another L100 by carving at odd times. But, if you doubt my ability, + let us stay as we are, sir. It was your proposal, not mine, you know.” + </p> + <p> + “Young man,” said Mr. Carden, “never be peppery in business.” He said this + so solemnly and paternally, it sounded like the eleventh commandment. + </p> + <p> + To conclude, it was arranged Henry should take the higher class of + insurance, which provided for accidents, voyages, everything, and should + be insured for L5000, provided the physician appointed by the company + should pronounce him free from disease. + </p> + <p> + Henry then rose, and said, sorrowfully, to Grace, “You will not see me + here very often now; and never on Saturday afternoon or Monday morning. I + am not going to have some blackguard tracking me, and flinging a can of + gunpowder in at your window. When I do come, it will be in the morning, + and on a working day; and I shall perhaps go ten miles round to get here. + It must be diamond cut diamond, for many a month to come, between the + Trades and me.” He uttered these words with manly gravity, as one who did + not underrate the peril he was resolved to face; and left them with a + respectful bow. + </p> + <p> + “That's a rising man,” said Mr. Carden; “and may draw a hundred of his + class to the 'Gosshawk.' It was a good stroke of business, quite out of + the common.” + </p> + <p> + Grace said not a word, but she shook her head and looked pained and ill at + ease. Jael watched her fixedly. + </p> + <p> + Henry called at the works that night, and examined the new defenses, with + Mr. Cheetham. He also bought a powerful magnifying-glass; and next morning + he came to the factory, examined the cinders, and everything else, with + the magnifier, lighted his forge, and resumed his work. + </p> + <p> + At dinner-time he went out and had his chop, and read the Liberal; it + contained a letter from Jobson, in reply to the editor. + </p> + <p> + Jobson deplored the criminal act, admitted that the two Unions had decided + no individual could be a forger, a handler, and a cutler; such an example + was subversive of all the Unions in the city, based, as they were, on + subdivision of crafts. “But,” said Mr Jobson, “we were dealing with the + matter in a spirit quite inconsistent with outrages, and I am so anxious + to convince the public of this, that I have asked a very experienced + gentleman to examine our minute-books, and report accordingly.” + </p> + <p> + This letter was supplemented by one from Mr. Grotait, secretary of the + Saw-Grinders, which ran thus:—“Messrs. Parkin and Jobson have + appealed to me to testify to certain facts. I was very reluctant to + interfere, for obvious reasons; but was, at last, prevailed on to examine + the minute-books of those two Unions, and they certainly do prove that on + the very evening before the explosion, those trades had fully discussed + Mr. ——'s case” (the real name was put, but altered by the + editor), “and had disposed of it as follows. They agreed, and this is + entered accordingly, to offer him his traveling expenses (first class) to + London, and one pound per week, from their funds, until such time as he + should obtain employment. I will only add, that both these secretaries + spoke kindly to me of Mr. ——; and, believing them to be + sincere, I ventured to advise them to mark their disapproval of the + criminal act, by offering him two pounds per week, instead of one pound; + which advice they have accepted very readily.” + </p> + <p> + Henry was utterly confounded by these letters. + </p> + <p> + Holdfast commented on them thus: + </p> + <p> + “Messrs. Jobson and Parkin virtually say that if A, for certain reasons, + pushes a man violently out of Hillsborough, and B draws him gently out of + Hillsborough for the same reasons, A and B can not possibly be + co-operating. Messrs. Parkin and Jobson had so little confidence in this + argument, which is equivalent to saying there is no such thing as cunning + in trade, that they employed a third party to advance it with all the + weight of his popularity and seeming impartiality. But who is this candid + person that objects to assume the judge, and assumes the judge? He is the + treasurer and secretary of an Union that does not number three hundred + persons; yet in that small Union, of which he is dictator, there has been + as much rattening, and more shooting, and blowing-up wholesale and retail, + with the farcical accompaniment of public repudiation, than in all the + other Unions put together. We consider the entrance of this ingenuous + personage on the scene a bad omen, and shall watch all future proceedings + with increased suspicion.” + </p> + <p> + Henry had hardly done reading this, when a man came into the works, and + brought him his fifteen pounds back from Mr. Jobson, and a line, offering + him his expenses to London, and two pounds per week, from the Edge-Tool + Forgers' box, till he should find employment. Henry took his money, and + sent back word that the proposal came too late; after the dastardly + attempt to assassinate him, he should defy the Unions, until they accepted + his terms. Jobson made no reply. And Henry defied the Unions. + </p> + <p> + The Unions lay still, like some great fish at the bottom of a pool, and + gave no sign of life or animosity. This did not lull Henry into a false + security. He never relaxed a single precaution. He avoided “Woodbine + Villa;” he dodged and doubled like a hare, to hide his own abode. But he + forged, handled, and finished, in spite of the Unions. + </p> + <p> + The men were civil to him in the yard, and he had it all his own way, + apparently. + </p> + <p> + He was examined by a surgeon, and reported healthy. He paid the insurance + premium, and obtained the policy. So now he felt secure, under the aegis + of the Press, and the wing of the “Gosshawk.” By-and-by, that great fish I + have mentioned gave a turn of its tail, and made his placid waters bubble + a little. + </p> + <p> + A woman came into the yard, with a can of tea for her husband, and a full + apron. As she went out, she emptied a set of tools out of her apron on to + an old grindstone, and slipped out. + </p> + <p> + The news of this soon traveled into the office, and both Cheetham and + Bayne came out to look at them. + </p> + <p> + They were a set of carving-tools, well made, and highly polished; and + there was a scrap of paper with this distich: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “We are Hillsborough made, + Both haft and blade.” + </pre> + <p> + Cheetham examined them, and said, “Well, they are clever fellows. I + declare these come very near Little's: call him down and let us draw him.” + </p> + <p> + Bayne called to Henry, and that brought him down, and several more, who + winded something. + </p> + <p> + “Just look at these,” said Cheetham. + </p> + <p> + Little colored: he saw the finger of the Unions at once, and bristled all + over with caution and hostility. + </p> + <p> + “I see them, sir. They are very fair specimens of cutlery; and there are + only about twenty tools wanting to make a complete set; but there is one + defect in them as carving-tools.” + </p> + <p> + “What is that?” + </p> + <p> + “They are useless. You can't carve wood with them. None but a practical + carver can design these tools, and then he must invent and make the steel + molds first. Try and sell them in London or Paris, you'll soon find the + difference. Mr. Bayne, I wonder you should call me from my forge to + examine 'prentice-work.” And, with this, he walked off disdainfully, but + not quite easy in his mind, for he had noticed a greedy twinkle in + Cheetham's eye. + </p> + <p> + The next day all the grinders in Mr. Cheetham's employ, except the + scissors-grinders, rose, all of a sudden, like a flock of partridges, and + went out into the road. + </p> + <p> + “What is up now?” inquired Bayne. The answer was, their secretaries had + sent for them. + </p> + <p> + They buzzed in the road, for a few minutes, and then came back to work. + </p> + <p> + At night there was a great meeting at the “Cutlers' Arms,” kept by Mr. + Grotait. + </p> + <p> + At noon the next day, all the grinders aforesaid in Mr. Cheetham's employ + walked into the office, and left, each of them, a signed paper to this + effect: + </p> + <p> + “This is to give you notice that I will leave your service a week after + the date thereof.” (Meaning “hereof,” I presume.) + </p> + <p> + Cheetham asked several of them what was up. Some replied civilly, it was a + trade matter. Others suggested Mr. Cheetham knew as much about it as they + did. + </p> + <p> + Not a single hot or uncivil word was spoken on either side. The game had + been played too often for that, and with results too various. + </p> + <p> + One or two even expressed a sort of dogged regret. The grinder Reynolds, a + very honest fellow, admitted, to Mr. Cheetham, that he thought it a sorry + trick, for a hundred men to strike against one that had had a squeak for + his life. “But no matter what I think or what I say, I must do what the + Union bids me, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “I know that, my poor fellow,” said Cheetham. “I quarrel with none of you. + I fight you all. The other masters, in this town, are mice, but I'm a + man.” + </p> + <p> + This sentiment he repeated very often during the next six days. + </p> + <p> + The seventh came and the grinders never entered the works. + </p> + <p> + Cheetham looked grave. However, he said to Bayne, “Go and find out where + they are. Do it cleverly now. Don't be noticed.” + </p> + <p> + Bayne soon ascertained they were all in the neighboring public-houses. + </p> + <p> + “I thought so,” said Cheetham. “They will come in, before night. They + sha'n't beat me, the vagabonds. I'm a man, I'm not a mouse.” + </p> + <p> + “Orders pouring in, sir,” sighed Bayne. “And the grinders are rather + behind the others in their work already.” + </p> + <p> + “They must have known that: or why draw out the grinders? How could they + know it?” + </p> + <p> + “Sir,” said Bayne, “they say old Smitem is in this one. Wherever he is, + the master's business is known, or guessed, heaven knows how; and, if + there is a hole in his coat, that hole is hit. Just look at the cleverness + of it, sir. Here we are, wrong with the forgers and handlers. Yet they + come into the works and take their day's wages. But they draw out the + grinders, and mutilate the business. They hurt you as much as if they + struck, and lost their wages. But no, they want their wages to help pay + the grinders on strike. Your only chance was to discharge every man in the + works, the moment the grinders gave notice.” + </p> + <p> + “Why didn't you tell me so, then?” + </p> + <p> + “Because I'm not old Smitem. He can see a thing beforehand. I can see it + afterward. I'm like the weatherwise man's pupil; as good as my master, + give me time. The master could tell you, at sunrise, whether the day would + be wet or dry, and the pupil he could tell you at sunset: and that is just + the odds between old Smitem and me.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, if he is old Smitem, I'm old Fightem.” + </p> + <p> + At night, he told Bayne he had private information, that the grinders were + grumbling at being made a cat's-paw of by the forgers and the handlers. + “Hold on,” said he; “they will break up before morning.” + </p> + <p> + At ten o'clock next day he came down to the works, and some peremptory + orders had poured in. “They must wait,” said he, peevishly. + </p> + <p> + At twelve he said, “How queer the place seems, and not a grindstone going. + It seems as still as the grave. I'm a man; I'm not a mouse.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Cheetham repeated this last fact in zoology three times, to leave no + doubt of it in his own mind, I suppose. + </p> + <p> + At 1.00, he said he would shut up the works rather than be a slave. + </p> + <p> + At 1.15 he blustered. + </p> + <p> + At 1.20 he gave in: collapsed in a moment, like a punctured bladder. + “Bayne,” said he, with a groan, “go to Jobson, and ask him to come and + talk this foolish business over.” + </p> + <p> + “Excuse me, sir,” said Bayne. “Don't be offended; but you are vexed and + worried, and whoever the Union sends to you will be as cool as marble. I + have just heard it is Redcar carries the conditions.” + </p> + <p> + “What, the foreman of my own forgers! Is he to dictate to me?” cried + Cheetham, grinding his teeth with indignation. + </p> + <p> + “Well, sir, what does it matter?” said Bayne, soothingly. “He is no more + than a mouthpiece.” + </p> + <p> + “Go for him,” said Cheetham, sullenly. + </p> + <p> + “But, sir, I can't bear that your own workman should see you so agitated.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I shall be all right the moment I see my man before me.” + </p> + <p> + Bayne went off, and soon returned with Redcar. The man had his coat on, + but had not removed his leathern apron. + </p> + <p> + Cheetham received him as the representative of the Unions. “Sit down, + Redcar, and let us put an end to this little bother. What do you require?” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Little's discharge, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you aware he is with me on a month's notice?” + </p> + <p> + “They make a point of his leaving the works at once, sir; and I was to beg + you to put other hands into his room.” + </p> + <p> + “It is taking a great liberty to propose that.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay. They only want to be satisfied. He has given a vast o' trouble.” + </p> + <p> + “I'll give him a month's warning. If I discharge him on the spot, he can + sue me.” + </p> + <p> + “That has been thought on. If he sues you, you can talk to the Unions, and + they will act with you. But the grinders are not to come in till Little is + out.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, so be it, then.” + </p> + <p> + “And his rooms occupied by Union men?” + </p> + <p> + “If I swallow the bolus, I may as well swallow the pills. Anything more?” + </p> + <p> + “The grinders are not to lose their time; a day and a half.” + </p> + <p> + “What! am I to pay them for not working?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, sir, if we had come to you, of course the forgers and handlers + would have paid the grinders for lost time; but, as you have come to us, + you will have to pay them.” + </p> + <p> + Cheetham made a wry face; but acquiesced. + </p> + <p> + “And then, sir,” said Redcar, “there's another little matter. The + incidental expenses of the strike.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't know what you mean.” + </p> + <p> + “The expenses incurred by the secretaries, and a little present to another + gentleman, who advised us. It comes to thirty pounds altogether.” + </p> + <p> + “What!” cried Cheetham, struggling with his rising choler. “You want me to + pay men thirty pounds for organizing a strike, that will cost me so dear, + and rob me of a whole trade that was worth L300 a year? Why not charge me + for the gunpowder you blew up Little with, and spoiled my forge? No, + Bayne, no; this is too unjust and too tyrannical. Flesh and blood won't + bear it. I'll shut up the works, and go back to my grindstone. Better live + on bread and water than live like a slave.” + </p> + <p> + Redcar took a written paper out of his pocket. “There are the terms + written down,” said he, “if you sign them, the strike ends; if you don't, + it continues—till you do.” + </p> + <p> + Cheetham writhed under the pressure. Orders were pouring in; trade brisk; + hands scarce. Each day would add a further loss of many pounds for wages, + and doubtless raise fresh exactions. He gulped down something very like a + sob, and both his hand and his voice shook with strong passion as he took + the pen. “I'll sign it; but if ever my turn comes, I'll remember this + against you. This shows what they really are, Bayne. Oh, if ever you + workmen get power, GOD HELP THE WORLD!” + </p> + <p> + These words seemed to come in a great prophetic agony out of a bursting + heart. + </p> + <p> + But the representative of the Unions was neither moved by them nor + irritated. + </p> + <p> + “All right,” said he, phlegmatically; “the winner takes his bite: the + loser gets his bark: that's reason.” + </p> + <p> + Henry Little was in his handling-room, working away, with a bright + perspective before him, when Bayne knocked at the door, and entered with + Redcar. Bayne's face wore an expression so piteous, that Henry divined + mischief at once. + </p> + <p> + “Little, my poor fellow, it is all over. We are obliged to part with you.” + </p> + <p> + “Cheetham has thrown me over?” + </p> + <p> + “What could he do? I am to ask you to vacate these rooms, that we may get + our half-day out of the grinders.” + </p> + <p> + Henry turned pale, but there was no help for it. + </p> + <p> + He got up in a very leisurely way; and, while he was putting on his coat, + he told Bayne, doggedly, he should expect his month's salary. + </p> + <p> + As he was leaving, Redcar spoke to him in rather a sheepish way. “Shake + hands, old lad,” said he; “thou knows one or t'other must win; and there's + not a grain of spite against thee. It's just a trade matter.” + </p> + <p> + Henry stood with his arms akimbo, and looked at Redcar. “I was in hopes,” + said he, grinding his teeth, “you were going to ask me to take a turn with + you in the yard, man to man. But I can't refuse my hand to one of my own + sort that asks it. There 'tis. After all, you deserve to win, for you are + true to each other; but a master can't be true to a man, nor to anything + on earth, but his pocket.” + </p> + <p> + He then strolled out into the yard, with his hands in his pockets, and + whistled “The Harmonious Blacksmith” very sick at heart. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0009" id="link2HCH0009"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IX. + </h2> + <p> + The strike was over, the grinders poured into the works, and the + grindstones revolved. Henry Little leaned against an angle of the + building, and listened with aching heart to their remorseless thunder. He + stood there disconsolate—the one workman out of work—and + sipped the bitter cup, defeat. Then he walked out at the gates, and + wandered languidly into the streets. He was miserable, and had nobody to + mourn to, for the main cause of his grief lay beneath the surface of this + defeat; and how could he reveal it, now that his ambitious love looked + utter madness? Young as he was, he had seen there is no sympathy in the + world for any man who loves out of his sphere. Indeed, whatever cures or + crushes such a passion, is hailed by the by-standers as a sharp but + wholesome medicine. + </p> + <p> + He sauntered about, and examined all the shops with lack-luster eye. He + looked in at everything, but observed nothing, scarcely saw anything. All + his senses were turned inward. It was such a pitiable and galling result + of a gallant fight. Even the insurance office had got the better of him. + It had taken one-third of his savings, and the very next day his trade was + gone, and his life in no danger. The “Gosshawk” had plucked him, and the + trade had tied his hands. Rack his invention how he would, he could see no + way of becoming a master in Hillsborough, except by leaving Hillsborough, + and working hard and long in some other town. He felt in his own heart the + love and constancy to do this; but his reason told him such constancy + would be wasted; for while he was working at a distance, the impression, + if any, he had made on her would wear away, and some man born with money, + would step in and carry her gayly off. This thought returned to him again + and again, and exasperated him so at last, that he resolved to go to + “Woodbine Villa,” and tell her his heart before he left the place. Then he + should be rejected, no doubt, but perhaps pitied, and not so easily + forgotten as if he had melted silently away. + </p> + <p> + He walked up the hill, first rapidly, then slowly. He called at “Woodbine + Villa.” + </p> + <p> + The answer was “Not at home.” + </p> + <p> + “Everything is against me,” said he. + </p> + <p> + He wandered wearily down again, and just at the entrance of the town he + met a gentleman with a lady on each arm, and one of those ladies was Miss + Carden. The fortunate cavalier was Mr. Coventry, whom Henry would have + seen long before this, but he had been in Paris for the last four months. + He had come back fuller than ever of agreeable gossip, and Grace was + chatting away to him, and beaming with pleasure, as innocent girls do, + when out on a walk with a companion they like. She was so absorbed she did + not even see Henry Little. He went off the pavement to make room for their + tyrannical crinolines, and passed unnoticed. + </p> + <p> + He had flushed with joy at first sight of her, but now a deadly qualm + seized him. The gentleman was handsome and commanding; Miss Carden seemed + very happy, hanging on his arm; none the less bright and happy that he, + her humble worshiper, was downcast and wretched. + </p> + <p> + It did not positively prove much; yet it indicated how little he must be + to her: and somehow it made him realize more clearly the great + disadvantage at which he lay, compared with an admirer belonging to her + own class. Hitherto his senses had always been against his reason: but now + for once they co-operated with his judgment, and made him feel that, were + he to toil for years in London, or Birmingham, and amass a fortune, he + should only be where that gentleman was already; and while the workman, + far away, was slaving, that gentleman and others would be courting her. + She might refuse one or two. But she would not refuse them all. + </p> + <p> + Then, in his despair, he murmured, “Would to God I had never seen her!” + </p> + <p> + He made a fierce resolve he would go home, and tell his mother she could + pack up. + </p> + <p> + He quickened his steps, for fear his poor sorrowful heart should falter. + </p> + <p> + But, when he had settled on this course, lo! a fountain of universal + hatred seemed to bubble in his heart. He burned to inflict some mortal + injury upon Jobson, Parkin, Grotait, Cheetham, and all who had taken a + part, either active or passive, in goading him to despair. Now Mr. + Cheetham's works lay right in his way; and it struck him he could make + Cheetham smart a little. Cheetham's god was money. Cheetham had thrown him + over for money. He would go to Cheetham, and drive a dagger into his + pocket. + </p> + <p> + He walked into the office. Mr. Cheetham was not there: but he found Bayne + and Dr. Amboyne. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Bayne,” said he, abruptly, “I am come for my month's wages.” + </p> + <p> + The tone was so aggressive, Bayne looked alarmed. “Why, Little, poor Mr. + Cheetham is gone home with a bad headache, and a sore heart.” + </p> + <p> + “All the better. I don't want to tell him to his face he is a bragging + cur; all I want out of him now is my money; and you can pay me that.” + </p> + <p> + The pacific Bayne cast a piteous glance at Dr. Amboyne. “I have told you + the whole business, sir. Oughtn't Mr. Little to wait till to-morrow, and + talk it over with Mr. Cheetham? I'm only a servant: and a man of peace.” + </p> + <p> + “Whether he ought or not, I think I can answer for him that he will.” + </p> + <p> + “I can't, sir,” said Henry, sturdily. “I leave the town to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, that alters the case. But must you leave us so soon?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “I am very sorry for that. Tell me your reason. I don't ask out of mere + curiosity.” + </p> + <p> + Henry replied with less than his usual candor; “Is it not reason enough + for leaving a place, that my life has been attempted in it, and now my + livelihood is taken?” + </p> + <p> + “Those are strong reasons. But, on the other hand, your life is no longer + in danger; and your livelihood is not gone; for, to speak plainly, I came + over here the moment I heard you were discharged, to ask if you would + enter my service on the same terms as Mr. Cheetham gave you, only guineas + instead of pounds.” + </p> + <p> + “What, turn doctor?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh dear, no; the doctors' Union would forbid that. No, Mr. Little, I am + going to ask you to pay me a compliment; to try my service blindfold for + one week. You can leave it if you don't like it; but give me one week's + trial.” + </p> + <p> + “How can I refuse you that?” said Henry, hanging his head. “You have been + a good friend to me. But, sir, mark my words, this place will be my + destruction. Well, when am I to begin work?” + </p> + <p> + “To-morrow, at ten.” + </p> + <p> + “So be it,” said Henry, wearily, then left the works and went home; but, + as he went, he said to himself. “It is not my doing.” And his double-faced + heart glowed and exulted secretly. + </p> + <p> + He told his mother how the Trades had beaten him, and he was out of work. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Little consoled him hypocritically. She was delighted. Then he told + her his departure had been delayed by Dr. Amboyne: that made her look a + little anxious. + </p> + <p> + “One question, dear: now the Union has beaten you, they will not be so + spiteful, will they?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, no. That is all over. The conquerors can afford to be good-natured. + Confound them!” + </p> + <p> + “Then that is all I care about. Then do not leave Hillsborough. Why should + you? Wait here patiently. You do not know what may turn up.” + </p> + <p> + “What, mother, do YOU want to stay here now?” said Henry, opening his eyes + with astonishment. + </p> + <p> + “Wherever my son is happy and safe from harm, there I wish to stay—of + course.” + </p> + <p> + Next morning Henry called on Dr. Amboyne, and found him in his study, + teaching what looked a boy of sixteen, but was twenty-two, to read + monosyllables. On Little's entrance the pupil retired front his uphill + work, and glowered with vacillating eyes. The lad had a fair feminine + face, with three ill things in it: a want, a wildness, and a weakness. To + be sure Henry saw it at a disadvantage: for vivid intelligence would come + now and then across this mild, wild, vacant face, like the breeze that + sweeps a farm-yard pond. + </p> + <p> + “Good-morning, Little. This is your fellow-workman.” + </p> + <p> + “He does not look up to much,” said Henry, with all a workman's bluntness. + </p> + <p> + “What, you have found him out! Never mind; he can beat the town at one or + two things, and it is for these we will use him. Some call him an idiot. + The expression is neat and vigorous, but not precise; so I have christened + him the Anomaly. Anomaly, this is Mr. Little; go and shake hands with him, + and admire him.” + </p> + <p> + The Anomaly went directly, and gazed into Little's face for some time. + </p> + <p> + He then made his report. “He is beautiful and black.” + </p> + <p> + “I've seen him blacker. Now leave off admiring him, and look at these + pictures while I prose. Two thousand philosophers are writing us dead with + 'Labor and Capital.' But I vary the bore. 'Life, Labor, and Capital,' is + my chant: and, whereas Life has hitherto been banished from the + discussion, I put Life in its true place, at the head of the trio. (And + Life I divide into long Life, and happy Life.) The subject is too vast to + be dealt with all at once; but I'll give you a peep of it. The rustic + laborer in the South sells his labor for too little money to support life + comfortably. That is a foul wrong. The rustic laborer in the North has + small wages, compared with a pitman, or a cutler; but he has enough for + health, and he lives longer and more happily than either the pitman or the + cutler; so that account is square, in my view of things. But now dive into + the Hillsborough trades, and you will find this just balance of Life, + Labor, and Capital regarded in some, but defied in others: a forger is + paid as much or more than a dry-grinder, though forging is a hard but + tolerably healthy trade, and dry-grinding means an early death after + fifteen years of disease and misery. The file-cutters are even more killed + and less paid. What is to be done then? Raise the wages of the more + homicidal trades! But this could only be done by all the Unions acting in + concert. Now the rival philosophers, who direct the Unions, are all + against Democritus—that's myself; they set no value on life. And + indeed the most intelligent one, Grotait, smiles blandly on Death, and + would grind his scythe for him—AT THE STATEMENT PRICE—because + that scythe thins the labor market, and so helps keep up prices.” + </p> + <p> + “Then what can we do? I'm a proof one can't fight the Unions.” + </p> + <p> + “Do? Why, lay hold of the stick at the other end. Let Pseudo-Philosophy + set the means above the end, and fix its shortsighted eyes on Labor and + Capital, omitting Life. (What does it profit a file-cutter if he gains his + master's whole capital and loses his own life?) But you and I, Mr. Little, + are true philosophers and the work we are about to enter on is—saving + cutlers' lives.” + </p> + <p> + “I'd rather help take them.” + </p> + <p> + “Of course; and that is why I made the pounds guineas.” + </p> + <p> + “All right, sir,” said Henry, coloring. “I don't expect to get six guineas + a week for whistling my own tune. How are we to do the job?” + </p> + <p> + “By putting our heads together. You have, on the side of your temple, a + protuberance, which I have noticed in the crania of inventors. So I want + you to go round the works, and observe for yourself how Life is thrown + gayly away, in a moment, by needless accident, and painfully gnawed away + by steel-dust, stone grit, sulphuret of lead, etc.; and then cudgel your + brain for remedies.” + </p> + <p> + “Sir,” said Henry, “I am afraid I shall not earn my money. My heart is not + in the job.” + </p> + <p> + “Revenge is what you would like to be at, not Philanthropy—eh?” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, doctor.” And his black eye flashed fire. + </p> + <p> + “Well, well, that is natural. Humor my crotchet just now, and perhaps I + may humor yours a month or two hence. I think I could lay my hand on the + fellow who blew you up.” + </p> + <p> + “What, sir! Ah! tell me that, and I'll do as much philanthropy as you like—after—” + </p> + <p> + “After you have punched your fellow-creature's head.” + </p> + <p> + “But it is impossible, sir. How can you know? These acts are kept as + secret as the grave.” + </p> + <p> + “And how often has the grave revealed its secrets to observant men? Dr. + Donne sauntered about among graves, and saw a sexton turn up a skull. He + examined it, found a nail in it, identified the skull, and had the + murderess hung. She was safe from the sexton and the rest of the parish, + but not from a stray observer. Well, the day you were blown up, I observed + something, and arrived at a conclusion, by my art.” + </p> + <p> + “What, physic?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, dear, no; my other art, my art of arts, that I don't get paid for; + the art of putting myself in other people's places. I'll tell you. While + you lay on the ground, in Mr. Cheetham's yard, I scanned the workmen's + faces. They were full of pity and regret, and were much alike in + expression—all but one. That one looked a man awakened from a dream. + His face was wild, stupid, confused, astonished. 'Hallo!' said I, 'why are + your looks so unlike the looks of your fellows?' Instantly I put myself in + his place. I ceased to be the Democritus, or laughing philosopher of + Hillsborough, and became a low uneducated brute of a workman. Then I asked + this brute, viz, myself, why I was staring and glaring in that way, + stupidly astonished, at the injured man? 'Were you concerned in the + criminal act, ye blackguard?' said I to myself. The next step was to put + myself in the place of the criminal. I did so; and I realized that I, the + criminal, had done the act to please the Unions, and expecting the + sympathy of all Union workmen to be with me. Also that I, being an + ignorant brute, had never pictured to myself what suffering I should + inflict. But what was the result? I now saw the sufferer, and did not like + my own act; and I found all the sympathy of my fellows went with him, and + that I was loathed and execrated, and should be lynched on the spot were I + to own my act. I now whipped back to Dr. Amboyne with the theory thus + obtained, and compared it with that face; the two fitted each other, and I + saw the criminal before me.” + </p> + <p> + “Good heavens! This is very deep.” + </p> + <p> + “No slop-basin was ever deeper. So leave it for the present, and go to + work. Here are cards admitting you, as my commissioner, to all the + principal works. Begin with—Stop a moment, while I put myself in + your place. Let me see, 'Cheetham's grinders think they have turned me out + of Hillsborough. That mortifies a young man of merit like me. Confound + 'em! I should like to show them they have not the power to drive me out. + Combine how they will, I rise superior. I forge as they could not forge: + that was my real crime. Well, I'll be their superior still. I'm their + inspector, and their benefactor, at higher wages than they, poor devils, + will ever earn at inspecting and benefiting, or any thing else.' Ah! your + color rises. I've hit the right nail, isn't it an excellent and most + transmigratory art? Then begin with Cheetham. By-the-bye, the Anomaly has + spotted a defective grindstone there. Scrutinize all his departments + severely; for no man values his people's lives less than my good friend + John Cheetham. Away with you both; and God speed you.” + </p> + <p> + Henry walked down the street with the Anomaly, and tried to gauge his + intellects. + </p> + <p> + “What's your real name, my man?” + </p> + <p> + “Silly Billy.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, then I'm afraid you can't do much to help me.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh yes, I can, because—” + </p> + <p> + “Because what?” + </p> + <p> + “Because I like you.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, that's lucky, any way.” + </p> + <p> + “Billy can catch trout when nobody else can,” said the youngster, turning + his eyes proudly up to Henry's. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, indeed! But you see that is not exactly what the doctor wants us + for.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay; he's wrapped up in trout. If it wasn't for Billy and the trout, he'd + die right off.” + </p> + <p> + Henry turned a look of silent pity on the boy, and left him in his + pleasing illusion. He wondered that Dr. Amboyne should have tacked this + biped on to him. + </p> + <p> + They entered Cheetham's works, and Henry marched grimly into the office, + and showed Mr. Bayne his credentials. + </p> + <p> + “Why, Little, you had no need of that.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, it is as well to have no misunderstanding with your employer's + masters. I visit these works for my present employer, Dr. Amboyne, with + the consent of Mr. Cheetham, here written.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well, sir,” said Bayne, obsequiously; “and I respectfully solicit + the honor of conducting our esteemed visitor.” + </p> + <p> + A young man's ill-humor could not stand against this. “Come along, old + fellow,” said Henry. “I'm a bear, with a sore heart; but who could be such + a brute as quarrel with you? Let us begin with the chaps who drove me out—the + grinders. I'm hired to philanthropize 'em—d—n 'em.” + </p> + <p> + They went among the dry-grinders first; and Henry made the following + observations. The workman's hair and clothes were powdered with grit and + dust from the grindstones. The very air was impregnated with it, and soon + irritated his own lungs perceptibly. Here was early death, by bronchitis + and lung diseases, reduced to a certainty. But he also learned from the + men that the quantity of metal ground off was prodigious, and entered + their bodies they scarce knew how. A razor-grinder showed him his shirt: + it was a deep buff-color. “There, sir,” said he, “that was clean on + yesterday. All the washerwomen in Hillsbro' can't make a shirt of mine any + other color but that.” The effect on life, health, and happiness was + visible; a single glance revealed rounded shoulders and narrow chests, + caused partly by the grinder's position on his horsing, a position very + injurious to the organs of breathing, and partly by the two devil's dusts + that filled the air; cadaverous faces, the muscles of which betrayed + habitual suffering, coughs short and dry, or with a frothy expectoration + peculiar to the trade. In answer to questions, many complained of a + fearful tightness across the chest, of inability to eat or to digest. One + said it took him five minutes to get up the factory stairs, and he had to + lean against the wall several times. + </p> + <p> + A razor-grinder of twenty-two, with death in his face, told Henry he had + come into that room when he was eleven. “It soon takes hold of boys,” said + he. “I've got what I shall never get shut on.” + </p> + <p> + Another, who looked ill, but not dying, received Henry's sympathy with a + terrible apathy. “I'm twenty-eight,” said he; “and a fork-grinder is an + old cock at thirty. I must look to drop off my perch in a year or two, + like the rest.” + </p> + <p> + Only one, of all these victims, seemed to trouble his head about whether + death and disease could be averted. This one complained that some + employers provided fans to drive the dust from the grinder, but Cheetham + would not go to the expense. + </p> + <p> + The rest that Henry spoke to accepted their fate doggedly. They were ready + to complain, but not to move a finger in self-defense. Their fathers had + been ground out young, and why not they? + </p> + <p> + Indifferent to life, health, and happiness, they could nevertheless be + inflamed about sixpence a week. In other words, the money-price of their + labor was every thing to them, the blood-price nothing. + </p> + <p> + Henry found this out, and it gave him a glimpse into the mind of Amboyne. + </p> + <p> + He felt quite confused, and began to waver between hate, contempt, and + pity. Was it really these poor doomed wretches who had robbed him of his + livelihood? Could men so miscalculate the size of things, as to strike + because an inoffensive individual was making complete caring-tools all by + himself, and yet not strike, nor even stipulate for fans, to carry disease + and death away from their own vitals? Why it seemed wasting hate, to + bestow it on these blind idiots. + </p> + <p> + He went on to the wet-grinders, and he found their trade much healthier + than dry-grinding: yet there were drawbacks. They suffered from the grit + whenever a new stone was hung and raced. They were also subject to a + canker of the hands, and to colds, coughs, and inflammations, from + perspiration checked by cold draughts and drenched floors. These floors + were often of mud, and so the wet stagnated and chilled their feet, while + their bodies were very hot. Excellent recipe for filling graves. + </p> + <p> + Here Bayne retired to his books, and Henry proceeded to the saw-grinders, + and entered their rooms with no little interest, for they were an envied + trade. They had been for many years governed by Grotait, than whom no man + in England saw clearer; though such men as Amboyne saw further. Grotait, + by a system of Machiavellian policy, ingeniously devised and carried out, + nobly, basely, craftily, forcibly, benevolently, ruthlessly, whichever way + best suited the particular occasion, had built a model Union; and still, + with unremitting zeal and vigilance, contrived to keep numbers down and + prices up—which is the great Union problem. + </p> + <p> + The work was hard, but it was done in a position favorable to the lungs, + and the men were healthy, brawny fellows; one or two were of remarkable + stature. + </p> + <p> + Up to this moment Silly Billy had fully justified that title. He had stuck + to Henry's side like a dog, but with no more interest in the inquiry than + a calf, indeed, his wandering eye and vacant face had indicated that his + scanty wits were wool-gathering miles from the place that contained his + body. + </p> + <p> + But, as soon as he entered the saw-grinders' room, his features lighted + up, and his eye kindled. He now took up a commanding position in the + center, and appeared to be listening keenly. And he had not listened many + seconds before he cried out, “There's the bad music! there! there!” And he + pointed to a grindstone that was turning and doing its work exactly like + the others. “Oh, the bad music!” cried Billy. “It is out of tune. It says, + 'Murder! murder! Out of tune!'” + </p> + <p> + Henry thought it his duty to inspect the grindstone so vigorously + denounced, and, naturally enough, went in front of the grinder. But Billy + pulled him violently to the side. “You musn't stand there,” said he. “That + is the way they fly when they break, and kill the poor father, and then + the mother lets down her hair, and the boy goes crazed.” + </p> + <p> + By this time the men were attracted by the Anomaly's gestures and + exclamations, and several left their work, and came round him. “What is + amiss, Billy? a flawed stone, eh? which is it?” + </p> + <p> + “Here! here!” said the boy. “This is the wheel of death. Kill it, break + it, smash it, before it kills another father.” + </p> + <p> + Henry spoke to the grinder, and asked him if there was anything amiss with + the stone. + </p> + <p> + The man seemed singularly uneasy at being spoken to: however he made + answer sullenly that he had seen better ones, and worse ones, and all. + </p> + <p> + Henry was, however, aware, that the breaking of a large grindstone, while + revolving by steam power, was a serious, and often a fatal thing; he + therefore made a private mark upon the wall opposite the grindstone, and + took his excited companion to Bayne. “This poor lad says he has found a + defective grindstone. It is impossible for me to test it while it is + running. Will you let us into the works when the saw-grinders have left?” + </p> + <p> + Bayne hem'd and haw'd a little, but consented. He would remain behind half + an-hour to oblige Little. + </p> + <p> + Henry gave the Anomaly his dinner, and then inspected the file-cutters in + two great works. Here he found suicide reduced to a system. Whereof anon. + </p> + <p> + Returning, to keep his appointment with Bayne he met a well-dressed man, + who stopped Billy, and accosted him kindly. + </p> + <p> + Henry strolled on. + </p> + <p> + He heard their voices behind him all the way, and the man stopped at + Cheetham's gate, which rather surprised him. “Has Billy told you what we + are at?” said he. + </p> + <p> + “Yes. But the very look of him was enough. I know Billy and his ways, + better than you do.” + </p> + <p> + “Very likely. What, are you coming in with us?” + </p> + <p> + “If you have no objection.” + </p> + <p> + The door was opened by Bayne in person. He started at the sight of the + companion his friend had picked up, and asked him, with marked civility, + if there was anything amiss. “Not that I know of,” was the reply. “I + merely thought that my experience might be of some little service to you + in an inquiry of this kind.” + </p> + <p> + “Not a doubt of it, sir,” said Bayne, and led the way with his lantern, + for it was past sunset. On the road, the visitor asked if anybody had + marked the accused stone. Henry said he should know it again. “That is + right,” said the other. + </p> + <p> + On entering the room, this personage took Billy by the arm, and held him. + “Let us have no false alarms,” he said, and blindfolded the boy with his + handkerchief in a moment. + </p> + <p> + And now an examination commenced, which the time and the place rendered + curious and striking. + </p> + <p> + It was a long, lofty room; the back part mainly occupied by the drums that + were turned by the driving-power. The power was on the floor above, and + acted by means of huge bands that came down through holes in the ceiling + and turned the drums. From each of these drums came two leather bands, + each of which turned a pulley-wheel, and each pulley-wheel a grindstone, + to whose axle it was attached; but now the grindstones rested in the + troughs, and the great wheel-bands hung limp, and the other bands lay + along loose and serpentine. In the dim light of a single lamp, it all + looked like a gigantic polypus with its limbs extended lazily, and its + fingers holding semi-circular claws: for of the grindstones less than half + is visible. + </p> + <p> + Billy was a timid creature, and this blindfolding business rather scared + him: he had almost to be dragged within reach of these gaunt antennae. But + each time they got him to touch a grindstone, his body changed its + character from shrinking and doubtful, to erect and energetic, and he + applied his test. This boy carried with him, night and day, a little + wooden hammer, like an auctioneer's, and with this he now tapped each + stone several times, searching for the one he had denounced: and, at each + experiment, he begged the others to keep away from him and leave him alone + with the subject of his experiment; which they did, and held up the lamp + and threw the light on him. + </p> + <p> + Six heavy grindstones he tapped, and approved, three he even praised and + called “good music.” + </p> + <p> + The seventh he struck twice, first gently, then hard and drew back from + it, screaming “Oh, the bad music! Oh, the wheel of death!” and tried to + tear the handkerchief from his eyes. + </p> + <p> + “Be quiet, Billy,” said the visitor, calmly; and, putting his arm round + the boy's neck, drew him to his side, and detached the handkerchief, all + in a certain paternal way that seemed to betoken a kindly disposition. + But, whilst he was doing this, he said to Henry, “Now—you marked a + stone in daylight; which was it?” + </p> + <p> + “No, no, I didn't mark the stone, but I wrote on the wall just opposite. + Lend us the light, Bayne. By George! here is my mark right opposite this + stone.” + </p> + <p> + “Then Billy's right. Well done, Billy.” He put his hand in his pocket and + gave him a new shilling. He then inquired of Bayne, with the air of a + pupil seeking advice from a master, whether this discovery ought not to be + acted upon. + </p> + <p> + “What would you suggest, sir?” asked Bayne, with equal deference. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, if I was sure I should not be considered presumptuous in offering my + advice, I would say, Turn the stone into the yard, and bang a new one. You + have got three excellent ones outside; from Buckhurst quarry, by the look + of them.” + </p> + <p> + “It shall be done, sir.” + </p> + <p> + This effective co-operation, on the part of a stranger, was naturally + gratifying to Henry, and he said to him: “I should be glad to ask you a + question. You seem to know a good deal about this trade—” + </p> + <p> + A low chuckle burst out of Bayne, but he instantly suppressed it, for fear + of giving offense— + </p> + <p> + “Are serious accidents really common with these grindstones?” + </p> + <p> + “No, no,” said Bayne, “not common. Heaven forbid.” + </p> + <p> + “They are not common—in the newspapers,” replied the other. “But” + (to Bayne), “will you permit me to light these two gaslights for a + moment?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, sir, it is contrary to our rules,—but—” + </p> + <p> + “All the more obliging of you,” said the visitor, coolly, and lighted + them, with his own match, in a twinkling. He then drew out of his + waistcoat pocket a double eyeglass, gold-mounted, and examining the + ceiling with it, soon directed Henry's attention to two deep dents and a + brown splash. “Every one of those marks,” said he, “is a history, and was + written by a flying grindstone. Where you see the dents the stone struck + the ceiling;” he added very gravely, “and, when it came down again, ask + yourself, did it ALWAYS fall right? These histories are written only on + the ceiling and the walls. The floor could tell its tales too; but a + crushed workman is soon swept off it, and the wheels go on again.” + </p> + <p> + “That is too true,” said Henry. “And it does a chap's heart good to hear a + gentleman like you—” + </p> + <p> + “I'm not a gentleman. I'm an old Saw.” + </p> + <p> + “Excuse me, sir, you look like a gentleman, and talk like one.” + </p> + <p> + “And I try to conduct myself like one: but I AM an old Saw.” + </p> + <p> + “What! and carry a gold eyeglass?” + </p> + <p> + “The Trade gave it me. I'm an old Saw.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, then, all the better, for you can tell me, and please do: have you + ever actually known fatal accidents from this cause?” + </p> + <p> + “I have known the light grinders very much shaken by a breaking stone, and + away from work a month after it. And, working among saw-grinders, who use + heavy stones, and stand over them in working, I've seen—Billy, go + and look at thy shilling, in the yard, and see which is brightest, it or + the moon. Is he gone? I've seen three men die within a few yards of me. + One, the stone flew in two pieces; a fragment, weighing about four + hundredweight I should say, struck him on the breast, and killed him on + place; he never spoke. I've forgotten his very name. Another; the stone + went clean out of window, but it kicked the grinder backward among the + machinery, and his head was crushed like an eggshell. But the worst of all + was poor Billy's father. He had been warned against his stone; but he said + he would run it out. Well, his little boy, that is Billy, had just brought + him in his tea, and was standing beside him, when the stone went like a + pistol-shot, and snapped the horsing chains like a thread; a piece struck + the wall, and did no harm, only made a hole; but the bigger half went + clean up to the ceiling, and then fell plump down again; the grinder he + was knocked stupid like, and had fallen forward on his broken horsing; the + grindstone fell right on him, and, ah—I saw the son covered with the + father's blood.” + </p> + <p> + He shuddered visibly, at the recollection. “Ay,” said he, “the man a + corpse, and the lad an idiot. One faulty stone did that, within four yards + of me, in a moment of time.” + </p> + <p> + “Good heavens!” + </p> + <p> + “I was grinding at the next stone but one. He was taken, and I was left. + It might just as well have been the other way. No saw-grinder can make + sure, when he gets on his horsing, that he will come off it alive.” + </p> + <p> + The visitor left Henry to think of this while he drew Bayne aside, and + spoke on another matter. + </p> + <p> + Afterward, all three left the works together; and Henry was so pleased + with his new ally, that he told him, at the gate, he should be glad if he + might be allowed to make his acquaintance. + </p> + <p> + “By all means,” said the other. “I am quite at your service. You will find + me at the 'Cutlers' Arms.'” + </p> + <p> + “Who shall I ask for?” + </p> + <p> + “George Grotait.” + </p> + <p> + “Grotait. The devil!” + </p> + <p> + “No, no. Not quite so bad as that.” + </p> + <p> + “What,” said Henry, roughly, “do you mean to say you are old Smitem?” + </p> + <p> + “That is a name FOOLS give me.” + </p> + <p> + Henry had no reply ready, and so the sturdy old secretary got the better + of him again, and went his way unruffled. + </p> + <p> + Henry scolded Bayne for not telling him. Bayne excused himself on the + ground that he thought everybody knew Grotait. He added, “He knew you, and + told me if he could serve you, without being unjust to the Trades, I was + to tell him.” + </p> + <p> + Henry replied to this only by a snort of defiance, and bade him + good-night. + </p> + <p> + The next day and the next were spent in other works, and then Henry, + having no more facts to learn, fell into deep dejection again. He saw he + must either cheat Dr. Amboyne, by shamming work, or else must leave + Hillsborough. + </p> + <p> + He had the honesty to go to the doctor and say that he had mastered the + whole matter, and didn't see his way to take any more wages from a friend. + </p> + <p> + “You mean you have mastered the broad facts.” + </p> + <p> + “I have, sir, and they are beyond belief; especially the file-cutters. + They are the most numerous of all the Trades, and die like sheep. If your + notion about Life, Labor, and Capital is right, the Trades are upside + down; for the deadliest are the worst paid.” + </p> + <p> + “And are you prepared with the remedies?” + </p> + <p> + “Not I.” + </p> + <p> + “Yet you fancy you are at the end of your work. Why, you are only + beginning. Now comes the real brain work; invention. Now are craniology + and you upon your trial. But you are quite right about weekly salary. + Invention must not be so degraded, but paid by the piece. Life, Labor, and + Capital are upside down in this place, are they? Then you shall be the man + to set them on their legs.” + </p> + <p> + Henry shook his head. “Never, sir, unless I could give the masters bowels, + and the men brains.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, and why not? To invention all things are possible. You carry a + note-book?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Got it in your pocket?” + </p> + <p> + “No; on my shoulders.” + </p> + <p> + “Haw! haw! haw! Then write this down in it—'THERE'S A KEY TO EVERY + LOCK'” + </p> + <p> + “It's down, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Now you must go out trout-fishing with Billy. He will take you on the + hills, where the air is pure, and favorable to invention. You will divert + your mind from all external subjects, especially Billy, who is a fool, and + his trout-killing inhumane, and I a merciless glutton for eating them; and + you will think, and think, and think, and forge the required key to this + lock with three wards—Life, Labor, Capital. And, when forged, the + Philanthropic Society shall pay you a good price for it. Meantime, don't + dream of leaving Hillsborough, or I shall give you a stirrup-cup that will + waft you much further than London; for it shall be 'of prussic acid all + composed,' or 'juice of cursed Hebenon in a vial.' Come, away with you.” + </p> + <p> + “Good-by, doctor. God bless you. You have found 'the key to my heart' + somehow. I come to you a miserable broken-hearted dog, and you put life + and hope into me directly. I declare talking with you it's like drinking + sunshine. I'll try all I know to please you.” + </p> + <p> + He went down the street with his old elastic tread, and muttered to + himself, “There's no lock without a key.” + </p> + <p> + Next day he went out on the hills with Billy, and saw him tickle trout, + and catch them under stones, and do many strange things, and all the time + he thought of Grace Carden, and bemoaned his sad fate. He could not + command his mind, and direct it to philanthropy. His heart would not let + him, and his personal wrongs were too recent. After a short struggle, + these got so thoroughly the better, that he found himself stealing the + doctor's words for his own purposes. “No lock without a key.” Then there + must be some way of outwitting these cursed Trades, and so making money + enough to set up as a master, and then court her, and woo her, and marry + her. Heaven seemed to open on him at this prospect, and he fell into a + deep reverie. By-and-by, as he pondered, it seemed to him as if the shadow + of a coming idea was projected in advance of the idea itself. He knew + somehow there was a way to baffle his enemies, and resume his business, + and yet he could not see the way; but still he was absolutely conscious it + existed. + </p> + <p> + This conviction took such hold of him, that he became restless, and asked + Billy to leave off and come away. The youth consented, and they returned + to the town with a basket of trout. Henry sent Billy on to the doctor with + half of them, and took the other half to his friend Bayne. + </p> + <p> + On what a trifle things turn. Bayne was very much pleased with his little + attention, and asked him to take them to his lodging, and beg the landlady + to cook them for dinner. “Tell her you dine with me, old fellow.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, hang it, I wasn't fishing for a dinner.” + </p> + <p> + “As if I didn't know that. But you must. Then I shall enjoy your company + in peace. I shall be there in an hour.” + </p> + <p> + And so he was: but in that one hour events had occurred that I shall leave + Mr. Bayne to relate. + </p> + <p> + During dinner neither of the friends wasted much time in talk; but after + dinner, Bayne produced a bottle of port, notwithstanding Henry's + remonstrances at being treated like a stranger, and it soon became + apparent that the host himself was not in the habit of drinking that + generous mixture every day. At the second glass he so far forgot himself + as to utter the phrase “Eternal friendship,” and, soon after, he began to + writhe in his chair, and, at last, could no longer refrain himself, but + told Henry that Miss Carden had been canvassing customers. She had just + sent in six orders for sets of carving-tools, all for friends of her own. + </p> + <p> + Henry colored to the temples at this unexpected proof that she he loved + thought of him too. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Bayne,” cried the poor young man, almost choking, “I little thought—God + bless her!” + </p> + <p> + “Let us drink her health,” said Bayne, excitedly. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, that I will!” and this was the first glass Henry drank honestly. + </p> + <p> + “Now, Little, I'm not doing quite right, you know; but I MUST tell you. + When we lost you—you know that set of tools the Union dropped in our + yard—well, he sent them to London for yours.” + </p> + <p> + “That is just like him,” said Henry, bitterly. + </p> + <p> + “And I'll tell you a good joke; they were in the place when you called, + only not unpacked till just before I came away. Returned, sir! with a + severe reprimand. 'Wonder you should send us such things as these for + carving-tools by Little. If the error is not repaired shall consider + ourselves at liberty to communicate direct with that workman.' A regular + sugar-plum.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, thank you, my kind friend, for telling me. The world isn't all + bitterness, after all: a poor fellow gets a sweet drop of friendship now + and then.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, and a good drop of port now and then, though I say it that + shouldn't. Fill up. Well, my boy, Cheetham is in a fine way. I left him + walking about the office like a hyena. So now is your time. You can't + fight the Trades; but, if Cheetham will go in with you, and I know he + will, for he is sorer than you are, you can trick the Trades yet.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! tell me how, that is all.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I can't tell you exactly. I'll try, though. I say, what a glorious + thing the Ruby is: it inspires us, and fires us, et cetera, and gives us + ideas beyond our sphere. Did you ever see one of these new portable + forges?” + </p> + <p> + “No; never heard of them.” + </p> + <p> + “No wonder; they are just out. Well, buy one of them—they were + invented here—and carry it to some dismal cavern, where the foot of + man never treads: make Cheetham grind your blades in another county: and + who will ever know? Go to him, and don't say a word, but just ask him for + your month's salary. Then he will open the door of business himself—safe. + I'll drink his health. He's not a bad sort, Cheetham: only he'd sell his + soul for money. I hate such rubbish. Here's 'Perdition to the lot; and no + heel-taps.'” + </p> + <p> + These words of fire set Henry pondering deeply; and, as he pondered, Bayne + stuck to the port, and so effectually, that, at last, after an interval of + silence, he came out in a new character. He disturbed his companion's + reverie by informing him, in a loud, aggressive tone, that it had long + been his secret wish to encounter the Hillsborough Trades, in the persons + of their secretaries, under the following conditions: a twenty-four feet + ring, an experienced referee, and a kingdom looking on. As to the order of + the pugilistic events, he was not unreasonably fastidious; must stipulate + to begin with old Smitem; but, after that, they might encounter their fate + in any order they chose, one down t'other come on. He let him know that + this ardent desire for single combats, in an interminable series, arose + from their treatment of his friend—“the best friend—the best + heart—oh!—the best company—oh! oh!—the best—oh! + oh! oh!” Whereupon he wept, the bellicose Bayne. And, after weeping the + usual quantity, he twaddled, and, after twaddling, he became as pacific as + ever, for he went to sleep in his chair. + </p> + <p> + And, while he snoozed, the words he had uttered set his friend's brain + boiling and bubbling. + </p> + <p> + When the time came at which Bayne ought to return to the works, Henry + called the landlady, and said, “Mr. Bayne is not very well. I am going to + make his excuses. I wouldn't disturb him till five, if I was you, and then + I'd give him a strong cup of tea.” + </p> + <p> + Henry then went direct to the office, and found Mr. Cheetham there. + </p> + <p> + “Well?” said Mr. Cheetham, rather surlily. + </p> + <p> + “I am come to ask for my month, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “So I guessed. Do you really mean to exact that?” + </p> + <p> + “Why not, sir?” + </p> + <p> + “Haven't you heard how they ground me down?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir. But why did you give in? I was true to you, but you failed me. + I'd have shut up the works for three months, rather than be made a slave + of, and go from my word.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, ay; that's bachelor's talk. I've got a wife and children, and they + make a man a mouse.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, sir, I forgive you: but as to my month's wages—now all I say + is—PUT YOURSELF IN MY PLACE!” + </p> + <p> + “Well?” + </p> + <p> + “You are me. You are brought from London, under an agreement, a month's + notice on either side. You work, and give satisfaction. You are + threatened, but you don't run from your employer. You are blown up, and + nearly killed. You lose a fortnight, but you don't charge for it; 'twasn't + your employer's fault. You come back to him, and face the music again. You + work with the sword hanging over you. But your employer gives in, and + sacks you in a minute. Oughtn't you to have your month? Come now, man to + man, oughtn't you?” + </p> + <p> + “I ought, and that's the truth. I didn't look at it that way. I saw my own + side. There—no more about it—I'll draw the check—with a + good heart.” + </p> + <p> + He drew his check-book to him, with a face as if vultures were tearing his + vitals. + </p> + <p> + When Henry found him Amboynable, and saw his piteous look, he felt a + little softened toward him, and he said, very impressively, “Wait one + moment, sir, I've got an idea. I'm not the sort that likes to be beat. Are + YOU?” The men looked steadily at each other. + </p> + <p> + Cheetham lowered his voice. “I've had hell inside me ever since. I thought + I was a man, but they made a mouse of me. If you know any way to beat + them, I'll go in with you.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, sir, there is a key to every lock.” + </p> + <p> + “That is well said, and I believe it; but one can't always find the key.” + </p> + <p> + “I almost think I have, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “See nobody is listening. Where is Bayne? He is due.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, he is not very well, sir; and I was to ask you for an hour's + absence.” + </p> + <p> + “Let him have the whole afternoon. I'll not have a soul in this but us + two. Now come close, and tell me.” + </p> + <p> + They sat opposite each other, and put their heads together over the table, + and the following dialogue passed almost in a whisper. To see them, you + would have thought they were conspiring against the law, instead of + combining to hide a lawful act from the violaters of the law. + </p> + <p> + “I can forge the blades a dozen miles from Hillsborough.” + </p> + <p> + “Not you; you will be told of. That won't do.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall not be told of; for nobody will know but you. I shall only forge + at night; and the building is out of the world, and wedged in, out of + sight, between two bleak hills. Sir, it is a deserted church.” + </p> + <p> + “What, forge blades in a church?” + </p> + <p> + “A deserted church; why not?” + </p> + <p> + “Little, you are A 1. Go on.” + </p> + <p> + “I can get the blades ground by a friend at Birmingham; and my mother and + I can put them together at home. The complete articles will come to you in + parcels of a certain colored paper, invoiced in cipher outside, so that + they need not be opened; you can trust the invoice, and dispatch them to + your London agent.” + </p> + <p> + “All right.” + </p> + <p> + “The steel you must supply me at the current price, and charge it against + me.” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly. But your price per gross? For this work can't be done by + time.” + </p> + <p> + “Of course not.” And Henry named a price per gross at which Cheetham + lifted up his hands. “Why, you'll take nine pounds a week at that!” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, and more,” said Henry, coolly. “But I sha'n't make it. Why, this + scheme entails no end of expenses. A house, and stables with back + entrance. A swift horse, to gallop to the forge at sunset, and back by + noon. A cart to take the things to the railway and back, and to the parcel + delivery for you. And, besides that, I must risk my neck, riding over + broken ground at night: and working night and day shortens life. You can't + reduce these things to Labor and Capital. It's Life, Labor, and Capital.” + </p> + <p> + “Hallo! There's a new cry. I tell ye what; you know too much for me. You + read the Beehive. I take you at your price.” + </p> + <p> + Then he had a misgiving. “That old Smitem's as crafty as a fox. If he + finds you stay here, with no visible employment, he will soon be down on + us.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay; but in the day-time I shall appear as a carver of wood, and also an + inspector of factories for Dr. Amboyne. Who will suspect me of a night + trade, as well as two day trades?” + </p> + <p> + Cheetham slapped the table triumphantly: but, recovering his caution, he + whispered, “It's planned first-rate.” + </p> + <p> + “And now, sir, there is one difficulty you must help me in, if you please. + It is to set up the forge unobserved.” + </p> + <p> + “What, am I to find the forge?” + </p> + <p> + “There's a question, sir! Of course you are. One of these new portable + forges.” + </p> + <p> + Cheetham reflected for some little time. He then said it was a ticklish + thing, and he saw but one way. “The forge must come here, after closing + hours, and you and I must fetch it away in the dead of night, and take it + down to the old church, and set it up.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, but, sir, we shall want assistance.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, nay. I've got the last suit of moleskin I ever worked in laid away. + I'll air 'em, and put 'em on again; and, when I've got em on once more, I + shall feel a man again. I'll have neither fool nor spy in it: the thing is + too serious. I might bring some country fellow, that can't read or write; + but no, these portables are small things, and I'm one of the strongest men + in Hillsborough. Best keep it to ourselves. When is it to be?” + </p> + <p> + “Say next Wednesday, two hours after midnight.” + </p> + <p> + “Then that is settled. And now I'll square the old account agreed.” He + drew his check-book toward him again. + </p> + <p> + But Henry slopped him. “Fair play's a jewel,” said he smiling. “The moment + you sacked me—” + </p> + <p> + “Say the Trades, not me.” + </p> + <p> + “Dr. Amboyne hired me, at six guineas a week, to inspect the works. So you + owe me nothing; but to be true to me.” + </p> + <p> + This trait, though it was one of simple probity, astonished and gratified + Mr. Cheetham. He looked on the young man with marked respect. “You are + hard; but you are very square. I'll be true as steel to you, and we'll + outwit our tyrants together, till I get a chance to put my foot on them. + Yes, I'll be open with you; there are plenty of orders from London and the + Continent, and one for six sets from swells in Hillsborough.” + </p> + <p> + “Might I see that order?” + </p> + <p> + “Why not? There, run your eye over it. I want to go into the packing-room + for a minute.” + </p> + <p> + He then tossed Henry the order, as if it was nothing more than an order. + </p> + <p> + But it was a great deal more than that to Henry. It was Grace Carden's + handwriting, the first specimen he had ever seen. + </p> + <p> + He took the paper in his hand, and a slight perfume came from it that went + to his heart. He devoured the delicately formed letters, and they went to + his heart too: he thrilled all over. And the words were as like her as the + perfume. She gave the order, and the addresses of her friends, with a + pretty little attempt at the businesslike; but, this done, she burst out, + “and we all entreat you to be good to poor Mr. Little, and protect him + against the wicked, cruel, abominable Unions.” + </p> + <p> + These sweet words made his heart beat violently, and brought the tears of + tenderness into his eyes. He kissed the words again and again. He put them + into his bosom, and took them out again, and gloated over them till they + danced before his manly eyes. Then his love took another turn: he started + up, and marched and strutted, like a young stag, about the room, with one + hand pressing the paper to his bosom. Why had he said Wednesday? It could + all have been got ready on Tuesday. No matter, he would make up for that + lost day. He was on the road, once more, the road to fortune, and to her. + </p> + <p> + Cheetham came in, and found him walking excitedly, with the paper in his + hand, and of course took the vulgar view of his emotion. + </p> + <p> + “Ay, lad,” said he, “and they are all swells, I promise you. There's Miss + Laura Craske. That's the mayor's daughter. Lady Betty Tyrone. She's a + visitor. Miss Castleton! Her father is the county member.” + </p> + <p> + “And who is this Mr. Coventry?” asked Henry. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, he is a landed gentleman, but spends his tin in Hillsborough; and you + can't blame him. Mr. Coventry? Why, that is Miss Carden's intended.” + </p> + <p> + “Her intended!” gasped Henry. + </p> + <p> + “I mean her beau. The gentleman she is going to marry, they say.” + </p> + <p> + Henry Little turned cold, and a tremor ran through him; but he did not + speak a word; and, with Spartan fortitude, suppressed all outward sign of + emotion. He laid the paper down patiently, and went slowly away. + </p> + <p> + Loyal to his friend even in this bitter moment, he called at Bayne's place + and left word with the landlady that Mr. Bayne was not wanted at the works + any more that day. + </p> + <p> + But he could not bear to talk to Bayne about his plans. They had lost + their relish. He walked listlessly away, and thought it all over. + </p> + <p> + For the first time he saw his infatuation clearly. Was ever folly like + his? If she had been a girl in humble life, would he not have asked + whether she had a sweetheart? Yet he must go and give his heart to a lady + without inquiry. There, where wisdom and prudence were most needed, he had + speculated like an idiot. He saw it, and said to himself, “I have acted + like a boy playing at pitch-farthing, not like a man who knew the value of + his heart.” + </p> + <p> + And so he passed a miserable time, bemoaning the treasure that was now + quite inaccessible instead of nearly, and the treasure of his own heart he + had thrown away. + </p> + <p> + He awoke with a sense of misery and deep depression, and could not eat; + and that was a novelty in his young and healthy life. He drank a cup of + tea, however, and then went out, to avoid his mother's tender looks of + anxious inquiry. He meant to tell her all one day; but to-day he was not + strong enough. He must wait till he was cured; for cured he must be, cured + he would be. + </p> + <p> + He now tried to give his mind to the task Amboyne had set him; but it was + too hard: he gave it up, with rage and despair. + </p> + <p> + Then he made a desperate resolve, which will not surprise those who know + the human heart. He would harden himself. He would see more of Miss Carden + than ever; only it should be in quite a new light. He would look at her, + and keep saying to himself all the time, “You are another man's wife.” + </p> + <p> + With this determination, he called at “Woodbine Villa.” + </p> + <p> + Miss Carden was not at home. + </p> + <p> + “Are you sure she is not at home?” + </p> + <p> + “Not at home,” replied the man stiffly. + </p> + <p> + “But you needn't to keep him at the door,” said a mellow female voice. + </p> + <p> + “No, miss,” said the man, with a sudden change of manner, for he was a + desperate and forlorn admirer of the last speaker. “Come in, sir.” And he + ushered him in to Jael Dence. She was in her bonnet, and just going out. + They shook hands, and she told him Miss Carden was out walking. + </p> + <p> + “Walking with her beau?” said Henry, affecting a jaunty air, but sick + within. + </p> + <p> + “That's more than I can say,” replied Jael. + </p> + <p> + “You know nothing about it, of course,” said Henry, roughly. + </p> + <p> + Jael looked surprised at the uncalled-for tone, and turned a mild glance + of inquiry and reproach upon him. + </p> + <p> + The young man was ashamed of himself, and at that moment, too, he + remembered he had already been rather ungrateful to her. So, to make + amends, he said, “Didn't I promise to take you to Cairnhope?” + </p> + <p> + “Ay,” said Jael; and she beamed and blushed in a moment. + </p> + <p> + “Well, I must go there, Sunday at the latest. So I will come for you, if + you like. Will you be ready at ten o'clock?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “I'll bring a gig, and take you like a lady.” + </p> + <p> + “Anyway you please. I'd as lieve walk as ride.” + </p> + <p> + “I prefer riding. Ten o'clock, the day after to-morrow. Good-by.” + </p> + <p> + And he hurried away, provoked, not pleased, at the manifest pleasure he + had given. The woman he loved—inaccessible! The woman he only liked—he + could spend the whole day with her. So the reasonable youth was cross with + her for that, and for being so pleased, when he was wretched. + </p> + <p> + That feeling soon wore off, however, and, being a man of business, he + wrote a line to Martha Dence, and told her he should visit her on Sunday. + He added, with a gleam of good-humor, “and look out, for I shall bring my + lass,” intending to give them all an agreeable surprise; for Jael, he + knew, was an immense favorite. + </p> + <p> + Next day he went on the hills with Billy, and, instead of thinking for the + benefit of his enemies, as agreed with Amboyne, he set himself to hate + every body, especially Miss Carden's lover, and the Hillsborough Unions. + The grinders and file-cutters might die like sheep. What did he care? As + much as they cared for him. Dr. Amboyne was too good for this world, and + should keep his money to himself. He (Henry Little) would earn none of it, + would take none of it. What invention he had should all go to outwit the + Trades, and turn that old ruffian's church into his own smithy. This + double master-stroke, by which he was to defeat one enemy, and secretly + affront another, did make him chuckle one or twice, not with joy, but with + bitterness. + </p> + <p> + He awoke in a similar mood next morning: but there was eight o'clock + service near, and the silver-toned bell awakened better thoughts. He + dressed hurriedly, and went to church. + </p> + <p> + He came back sadder, but rather less hot, less bitter: he had his + breakfast, improved his toilet, went to the livery stable, and drove to + “Woodbine Villa.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. and Miss Carden had just finished breakfast, when he drove up to the + door. + </p> + <p> + “Who is this?” said Mr. Carden. + </p> + <p> + “What, have you forgotten Mr. Little?” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed! Why, how he is dressed. I took him for a gentleman.” + </p> + <p> + “You were not very far wrong, papa. He is a gentleman at heart.” + </p> + <p> + Jael came in equipped for the ride. She was neatly dressed, and had a + plain shepherd's-plaid shawl, that suited her noble bust. She looked a + picture of health and happiness. + </p> + <p> + “If you please, miss, he is come to take me to Cairnhope.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh! is it for that? And I declare you expected him, too.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Jael, and blushed. + </p> + <p> + “You never told me,” said Grace, with a light touch of asperity. + </p> + <p> + “I didn't feel very sure he would keep his word.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you don't know him as well as I do.” + </p> + <p> + “I haven't the chance. He speaks a deal more to you than he do to me.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, Jael, you needn't snub me, because you are going with Mr. Little.” + </p> + <p> + As a bone, put between two friendly dogs, causes a growl, so when a + handsome young man enters on the scene, I have seen young women lose a + little of that unmitigated sweetness which marked them a moment before. + </p> + <p> + With Grace, however, to snap and to repent generally followed in a breath. + “I hope you will have a happy day, dear, as happy as you deserve.” She + then went to kiss her, but gave her cheek, instead of her lips. “There,” + said she, in rather a flurried way, “don't keep Mr. Little waiting.” + </p> + <p> + Just as they drove off, Grace came to the window, after a slight + irresolution, and kissed her hand to them enchantingly; at which a sudden + flood of rapture rushed through Little's heart, and flushed his cheek, and + fired his dark eye; Grace caught its flash full in hers, and instinctively + retired a step. They were off. + </p> + <p> + “How bright and happy they look,” said she to her father. And no wonder. + </p> + <p> + She sat down, and, somehow, she felt singularly dull and lonely. + </p> + <p> + Then she dressed for church, languidly. Then she went to church. By-and-by + she came back from church. + </p> + <p> + Then she sat down, in her bonnet, and felt alone in the world, and sad; + and at last she found herself quietly crying, as young ladies will + sometimes, without any visible cause. + </p> + <p> + Then she asked herself what on earth she was crying about, and herself + told her she was a little hysterical fool, and wanted a good beating. + </p> + <p> + Then she plucked up spirit, and dried her eyes. Then she took to yawning, + and said Sunday was a dull day, and life itself rather a wearisome thing. + </p> + <p> + Then a servant came to inquire if she was at home. + </p> + <p> + “What, on Sunday? Of course not. Who is it?” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Coventry, miss.” + </p> + <p> + “I am at home.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0010" id="link2HCH0010"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER X. + </h2> + <p> + People that met Jael Dence and Henry Little driving to Cairnhope were + struck with their faces; his so dark, hers so fair, and both so handsome: + but the woman's lit up with lively delight, the man's clouded and + sorrowful, and his brow knit with care. This very day he must take the + lock off Cairnhope old church, in spite of his Uncle Raby. He had got the + requisite tools with him hidden in the gig; but, even should he succeed, + it was but the first step of a difficult and, perhaps, dangerous + enterprise; and he was entering on it all with a heart no longer buoyed by + hopeful love. But for his pledge to Mr. Cheetham he could hardly have + persisted in the struggle. + </p> + <p> + As for Jael Dence, she had no great reason to be happy either: the man she + loved loved another. Still he was kind to HER, and they belonged to the + same class; she had a chance, and gleams of hope. And, after all, the + future was uncertain, but the present certain: she had him to herself for + the day. She was close to him—so close, that she could feel him—and + he was driving her out, and to those who loved her: she basked in the + present delight, and looked as if she was being taken to heaven by an + angel, instead of driving to Cairnhope by a gloomy young man, whom the + passers-by envied, and wondered at his good luck in having such a + companion. She talked to him, and got the short answers of an absent man. + But she continued to make her little remarks occasionally, and, ere they + reached Cairnhope, he found himself somehow soothed by her sex, her + beauty, and her mellow, kindly voice. + </p> + <p> + As they drove up to the farm-house, he told her to hide her face a moment, + for they didn't know who it was. + </p> + <p> + Martha ran out. “Y'are welcome, y'are welcome; and so is your—Eh! + Why it's our Jael. 'Tis no avail to hide thy face, thou jade; I know every + bit o' thee.” And Patty had her out of the gig in a moment, and there was + a cuddling match it did one good to see. + </p> + <p> + Henry perked up for a moment and offered a suggestion. “Some of that ought + to come my way, for bringing her here.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, you'll get enough o' that fun before you die,” said Patty. “Now come + you in; the carter's boy will take the horse.” + </p> + <p> + They went in and greeted the old farmer; and soon the bell began to ring + for church, and Nathan Dence told Martha to put on her bonnet. + </p> + <p> + “La, father!” said she, piteously. + </p> + <p> + “She prefers to stay at home and chat with Jael,” said Henry. The fact is, + he wanted to be rid of them both. + </p> + <p> + Old Dence shook his head. He was one of those simple, grand, old rustic + Christians, who have somehow picked out the marrow of religion, and left + the devil the bone, yclept theology. “What?” said he, “my lasses! can't ye + spare God a slice out of his own day?” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, it is not that, father.” + </p> + <p> + The old man continued his remonstrance. “To be sure our Jael is a cordial. + But she'll dine and sup with us. Take my word for 't, all lawful pleasures + are sweeter on the Lord's day after a bit o' church.” + </p> + <p> + “And so they are, father; but dear heart! to think of you forgetting. Will + nobody tell him? They're sworn to give me a red face, Jael and all.” + </p> + <p> + This piteous appeal set Jael's wits working. “Eh, father, it will be the + first of her bans!” + </p> + <p> + “Is it me you are asking such a question?” cried Patty, and turned her + head away with absurd mock-modesty. + </p> + <p> + “And so 'tis,” said Dence; “ah, that is a different thing.” + </p> + <p> + Henry thought that was no reason for Patty's staying at home; she ought + rather to go and hear the bans were cried all right. + </p> + <p> + At this proposal both sisters lifted up their hands, and he was + remonstrated with, and lectured, and at last informed that, if a girl was + in church when her bans were cried, her children would be all born deaf + and dumb. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, indeed!” said Little, satirically. “That's a fact in natural history + I was not aware of. Well, farmer, then let's you and I go by ourselves.” + </p> + <p> + So Patty stayed at home, in obedience to rural superstition, and Jael + stayed to keep her company, and Farmer Dence went to church out of piety; + and as for Henry, to tell the truth, he went to church to escape the + girls' tongues, and to be in a quiet, somniferous place, where he could + think out his plans undisturbed. + </p> + <p> + The men were no sooner gone than the sisters began to gossip hard. + </p> + <p> + “Eh, Jael, thou's gotten a prize.” + </p> + <p> + “Not as I know of.” + </p> + <p> + “I do adore a dark young man.” + </p> + <p> + “So do I; but this one is not mine.” + </p> + <p> + “I'll take his word before thine. Why, he calls thee his lass in his very + letter.” + </p> + <p> + “Not he. Show me his letter.” + </p> + <p> + “What will ye give me?” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, Patty, pray show it me.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, and so I will.” + </p> + <p> + She brought her the letter. Jael read it and changed color, and was + delighted for a moment or two; but soon her good sense and humility + prevailed. “'Twas to surprise you, like. I do know he looks higher than + me.” + </p> + <p> + “More fool he. But I don't believe it.” + </p> + <p> + “You may,” said Jael, and turned the conversation to Patty's approaching + marriage; once launched in that direction, it flowed without intermission + till the men returned, and dinner smoked upon the board. + </p> + <p> + After dinner Henry watched an opportunity, and slipped out into the yard, + got the tools out, put his great-coat over them, and away to Cairnhope + Church. He knew better than go past Raby Hall to it: he went back toward + Hillsborough, full three miles, and then turned off the road and got on + the heather. He skirted the base of a heathery mound, and at last saw the + church on an elevation before him, made for it incautiously over some + boggy ground, and sank in up to his waist. + </p> + <p> + He extricated himself with considerable difficulty, and cast a woful look + at his clothes. + </p> + <p> + Then he turned to, and piled up a heap of stones to mark the dangerous + spot; for he foresaw he must often travel that way in all weathers. At + last he reached the church, removed the lock, and fastened the door with + screws. He then went back to the farm as fast as he could. But all this + had taken a long time, and the sun was sinking as he got into the yard. He + was in the very act of concealing the lock in the gig, when Martha Dence + came out at him, as red as a turkey-cock. + </p> + <p> + “You thought but little of my sister, young man, to leave her all these + hours, and you come out to spend the day with her.” + </p> + <p> + “Stuff and nonsense! I came out on my own business.” + </p> + <p> + “So it seems. And it have taken you into worse company. A fine figure she + has made you.” + </p> + <p> + “Who?” + </p> + <p> + “The hussy you have been after this while.” + </p> + <p> + “That's so like you girls. You think a man has nothing to do but to run + after women.” + </p> + <p> + “What business can you have on the Sabbath-day, I'd like to know.” + </p> + <p> + “Would you? Well, I'll tell you—when I tell the bellman.” + </p> + <p> + “You are quite right, Mr. Little. Trust none but your friends.” + </p> + <p> + This was a bitter remark. Henry could not reply to it, and that moved his + bile. Patty pursued her advantage, and let him know that, when a young man + brought a young woman out for the day, he did not leave her for three + hours at a stretch, unless he meant to affront her. She raised her voice + in saying this, and so did he in replying, “Tell you I came out on my own + business, not Jael's; but I am a good-natured fellow, considering all I + endure, so I took that opportunity to bring your sister out to see you. + Could I guess you two couldn't make yourselves happy for one afternoon + without flirting? So much for sisterly affection! Well, next time I'll + come alone—if I come at all.” + </p> + <p> + Jael came out at the raised voices, and received this last sentence full + in the face. She turned pale. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Patty, Patty, what have you been saying?” + </p> + <p> + “I've been speaking my mind, that is all.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, and you've made him say the only unkind word I ever heard from his + lips.” + </p> + <p> + “I'm very sorry, Jael,” said the young man, penitently. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, then I'm to blame, because he is so ill-tempered.” And Patty bridled. + </p> + <p> + “Partly. You should not interfere between friends.” Having delivered this + admonition, Jael softened it by kissing her, and whispered, “Father's + asking for his tea.” + </p> + <p> + Patty went in as meek as Moses. + </p> + <p> + Then Jael turned to Henry, and laid her hand on his arm, while her gray + eyes searched his face. + </p> + <p> + “There's something amiss. You are never cross, except when you are + unhappy. What is it?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Jael, my heart is broken. She is going to be married.” + </p> + <p> + “Who says so?” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Cheetham told me she was engaged to a Mr. Coventry.” + </p> + <p> + “What can Mr. Cheetham know? To be sure the gentleman is a good deal with + her, and I hear he has courted her this two years; and she likes his + company, that's certain. But she is used to be admired, and she is very + hard to please.” + </p> + <p> + “What, then, you think it is not quite hopeless?” + </p> + <p> + “While there's life there's hope.” + </p> + <p> + “What had I better do?” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, you shouldn't ask me.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, yes: you advised me so wisely about the insurance.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, but then I saw it clear. He is purse-proud, and I knew he'd think a + deal more of you if you insured your life for a vast o' money. But now I + don't see clear; and I'm loath to advise. Happen you'd hate me afterward + if it went wrong.” + </p> + <p> + “No, no, I wouldn't be so ungrateful.” + </p> + <p> + Jael shook her head, doubtfully. + </p> + <p> + “Well, then,” said Henry, “don't advise me; but put yourself in my place. + (I'll tell you a secret I daren't trust to Patty. I have found a way to + beat the Trades, and make my fortune in a year or two.) Now what would you + do, if you were me?” + </p> + <p> + This question raised a tumult in Jael's heart. But her strong will, her + loyalty, and, above all, her patience, conquered, though not without signs + of the struggle, a bosom that heaved somewhat higher, and a low voice that + trembled a little. “If I was a young man, I wouldn't shilly-shally, nor + wait till I was rich, before I spoke. I'd have it out with her. I'd get + her alone, and tell her all. Then, if she showed any sign of liking, I'd + beg her to wait a bit, and say I'd soon be a gentleman for her sake. And + if she cares naught for you, better know it, and leave her, than fare in + heaven one hour and in hell the next, as I have seen thee do this while, + my poor lad.” + </p> + <p> + “It is wise and good advice, and I'll take it. I've kept all my courage + for the Trades; I'd better have shown her a little. But there's one thing + more I want to ask you.” + </p> + <p> + This was too much. Jael's courage and patience failed her for once. “Keep + it,” she cried almost wildly. “I can't bear no more. There's not one lass + in a hundred would do what I have done for you: yet you want more. D'ye + think I'm not flesh and blood, as well as her?” + </p> + <p> + And she began to cry bitterly. + </p> + <p> + This took Henry quite by surprise, and grieved him. He consoled her, and + coaxed her, in vague terms, that did not produce any effect. So then he + kissed her cheek, and dried her eyes with his own handkerchief, and that + was not quite so ineffectual. She gave a final sob, and said, with some + slight remains of passion, “There, there; never heed me. It takes a deal + of patience to go through the world.” And so she left him. + </p> + <p> + He was not sorry to be alone a minute, and think. This short dialogue with + Jael gave him some insight into female character. It made him suspect that + he had been too timid with Grace Carden, and also that there were two + women in the game instead of one. + </p> + <p> + When the time came to return he asked leave to borrow a horse-cloth. + </p> + <p> + He aired it by the fire, and remarked that it had turned very cold. + </p> + <p> + “Why,” said Patty, “you have got your top-coat. Well, you are a soft one.” + </p> + <p> + “And you are a sharp one,” said Henry, ironically. + </p> + <p> + When Jael came to the gig, Henry put the cloth over her shoulders. + “'Twasn't for me, ye see,” said he: “'twas for my betters.” + </p> + <p> + “I like you for that,” said Patty. + </p> + <p> + Then there was much kissing, and shaking of hands, and promising to come + again, and away they drove to Hillsborough. + </p> + <p> + On the road Henry, for the first time, was very respectful, as well as + kind, to Jael. She was soft and gentle, but rather silent and reserved. + They parted at the door of “Woodbine Villa.” + </p> + <p> + Next day, Henry called early, and found Miss Carden alone. His heart beat + tumultuously. She was very gracious, and hoped he had spent a pleasant day + yesterday. + </p> + <p> + “Pretty well.” + </p> + <p> + “Is that all? Why I quite envied you your ride, and your companion.” + </p> + <p> + “She is a very good girl.” + </p> + <p> + “She is something more than that: but one does not find her out all at + once.” + </p> + <p> + Now it was Henry's turn. But he was flustered, and thinking how he should + begin. And, while he hesitated, the lady asked him was he come to finish + the bust. + </p> + <p> + “No. I didn't come for that. I will finish it though.” And thus he was + diverted from his purpose, for the moment. + </p> + <p> + He took a carving tool, and eyed his model, but soon laid down the tool, + and said: “I haven't thanked you yet. And I don't know how to thank you.” + </p> + <p> + “What for?” + </p> + <p> + “For what you sent to Mr. Cheetham.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh!” said Grace, and blushed. Then she turned it off, and said she + thought if any body ought to thank her for that, it was Mr. Cheetham. + </p> + <p> + “Ay, for the order. But the sweet words that came with it? Do you think I + don't prize them above all the orders in the world?” + </p> + <p> + She colored high again. “What! did he show you my note?” + </p> + <p> + “He did: and that has made me his friend. Shall I tell you the effect of + those words on me?” + </p> + <p> + “No; never mind. But I'm glad I put them in, if they did you any good.” + </p> + <p> + “Any good? They made me a new man. I was defeated by the Trades: I was + broken-hearted: and I hated every body. Good Dr. Amboyne had set me work + to do; to save the lives of my fellow-creatures. But I couldn't; I hated + them so. The world had been too unjust to me, I could not return it good + for evil. My heart was full of rage and bitterness.” + </p> + <p> + “That's a great pity—at your age. But really it is no wonder. Yes; + you have been cruelly used.” And the water stood in Grace's eyes. + </p> + <p> + “Ay, but it is all over; those sweet words of yours made a man of me + again. They showed me you cared a little for me. Now I have found a way to + outwit the Trades. Now I'm on the road to fortune. I won't be a workman + this time next year. I'll be a master, and a thriving one.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, do, do. Beat them, defeat them; make them scream with envy. But I am + afraid you are too sanguine.” + </p> + <p> + “No; I can do it, if you will only give me another word of hope to keep me + going; and oh, I need it, if you knew all.” + </p> + <p> + Grace began to look uneasy. “Mr. Little, can you doubt that you have my + best wishes?” said she, guardedly, and much less warmly than she had + spoken just before. + </p> + <p> + “No, I don't doubt that; but what I fear is, that, when I have gained the + hard battle, and risen in the world, it will be too late. Too late.” + </p> + <p> + Grace turned more and more uncomfortable. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, pray wait a few months, and see what I can do, before you—” + </p> + <p> + Will it be believed that Mr. Carden, who seldom came into this room at + all, must walk in just at this moment, and interrupt them. He was too + occupied with his own affairs, to pay much attention to their faces, or + perhaps he might have asked himself why the young man was so pale, and his + daughter so red. + </p> + <p> + “I heard you were here, Little, and I want to speak to you on a matter of + some importance.” + </p> + <p> + Grace took this opportunity, and made her escape from the room promptly. + </p> + <p> + Henry, burning inwardly, had to listen politely to a matter he thought + pitiably unimportant compared with that which had been broken off. But the + “Gosshawk” had got him in its clutches; and was resolved to make him a + decoy duck. He was to open a new vein of Insurances. Workmen had hitherto + acted with great folly and imprudence in this respect, and he was to cure + them, by precept as well as example. + </p> + <p> + Henry assented, to gratify a person whose good-will he might require, and + to get rid of a bore. But that was not so easy; the “Gosshawk” was full of + this new project, and had a great deal to say, before he came to the + point, and offered Henry a percentage on the yearly premium of every + workman that should be insured in the “Gosshawk.” + </p> + <p> + This little bargain struck, Henry was left alone; and waited for the + return of Miss Carden. + </p> + <p> + He was simple enough to hope she would come back, and have it out with + him. + </p> + <p> + She kept carefully out of his way, and, at last, he went sadly home. + </p> + <p> + “Ah,” said he, “Jael gave me bad advice. I have been premature, and + frightened her.” + </p> + <p> + He would go to work his own way again. + </p> + <p> + In forty-eight hours he moved into his new house, furnished it partly: + bought a quantity of mediocre wood-carving, and improved it; put specimens + in his window, and painted his name over the door. This, at his mother's + request and tearful entreaties, he painted out again, and substituted + “Rowbotham.” + </p> + <p> + Nor was Rowbotham a mere nom de plume. It was the real name of Silly + Billy. The boy had some turn for carving, but was quite uncultivated: + Henry took him into his employ, fed him, and made free with his name. With + all this he found time to get a key made to fit the lock of Cairnhope old + Church. + </p> + <p> + At one o'clock on Thursday morning he came to Cheetham's works, and + scratched at the gate. A big workman opened it. It turned out to be + Cheetham himself, in a moleskin suit, and a long beard. + </p> + <p> + The forge on wheels was all ready, also a cart containing anvil, bellows, + hammers, pincers, leathern buckets, and a quantity of steel laths. They + attached the forge to the tail of the cart, and went on their silent + expedition. Cheetham drove the cart. Henry followed afar off until they + had cleared the suburbs. + </p> + <p> + They passed “Woodbine Villa.” A single light was burning. Henry eyed it + wistfully, and loitered long to look at it. Something told him that light + was in her bedroom. He could hardly tear himself away from contemplating + it: it was his pole-star. + </p> + <p> + There was only one great difficulty in their way; a man on a horse might + cross the moor, but a cart must go by “Raby Hall” to reach the church: + and, before they got within a furlong of the Hall, a watch-dog began to + bark. + </p> + <p> + “Stop, sir,” whispered Henry. “I expected this.” He then produced some + pieces of thick felt, and tied them with strings round the wheels. + </p> + <p> + They then drove by the house as fast as they could. They did not deceive + the dogs; but no man heard them, nor saw them. + </p> + <p> + They got to the church, opened the door, and drew the forge into the + deserted building. + </p> + <p> + As soon as they got inside, Cheetham cast his eyes round and gave a + shudder. “You must have a stout heart: no money should tempt me to work + here by myself. Lord! What's that?” + </p> + <p> + For a low musical moan was heard. + </p> + <p> + Cheetham darted back, and got to the church-door. + </p> + <p> + Henry's heart beast faster: but he lighted his lantern, and went up the + aisle. The place was solemn, grim, gaunt, and moldering, and echoed + strangely; but it was empty. He halloed to his companion that it was all + right. Then they set the forge up near a pillar at the entrance into the + chancel. When they had done this, and brought in the steel laths, the + sacks of coals, etc., Cheetham produced a flask, and took a pull of neat + brandy. This gave him courage, and he proposed to have a look round before + they went. Accordingly they inspected the building. + </p> + <p> + When they came round to the chancel, suddenly there was a rattle, and a + tremendous rush of some huge thing that made a cold wind, and blew out the + light. + </p> + <p> + Henry was appalled, and Cheetham dropped the lantern, and ran, yelling. + And soon Henry heard his voice in the churchyard calling on him to come + out. + </p> + <p> + He did go out, and felt very much puzzled and alarmed. However, he got + matches from Cheetham, and went back, and lighted the lantern, quaking a + little, and then he found that the great moldering picture over the altar + had rotted away from some of its supports, and one half of it was now + drooping, like a monstrous wing, over the altar. + </p> + <p> + He returned with the lantern, and told Cheetham what it was. Then he + screwed on the lock, locked the church, and they went back to Hillsborough + in good spirits. + </p> + <p> + But, as he lay in bed, Henry thought the matter over, and, for the first + time in his life, felt superstitious. + </p> + <p> + “It is very odd,” he said, “that old picture my forefathers have worshiped + under, and prayed to, no doubt, should flap out in my face like that, the + moment I offered to set up my forge among their dead bones.” + </p> + <p> + Daylight dispersed these superstitious feelings, and the battle began. + </p> + <p> + As usual, the first step toward making money was to part with it. He could + do nothing without a horse and a light cart. In Hillsborough they drive + magnificent horses in public cabs: Henry knew one in particular, that had + often spun up the steepest hills with him; a brute of prodigious bone and + spirit. He bought this animal for a moderate price, considering his value: + and then the next thing was—and indeed with some of us it precedes + the purchase of the animal—to learn to ride. + </p> + <p> + He had only two days to acquire this accomplishment in: so he took a + compendious method. He went to the circus, at noon, and asked to see the + clown. A gloomy fellow was fished out of the nearest public, and inquired + what he wanted. + </p> + <p> + “The clown.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I am the clown.” + </p> + <p> + “What! you the merry chap that makes the fun?” said Henry, incredulously. + </p> + <p> + “I make the fun at night,” replied the man, dolefully. “If you want fun + out of me, come and pay your shilling, like a man.” + </p> + <p> + “But it isn't fun I'm come for. I want to learn to ride.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you are too old. Why, we begin as soon as we can stand on a horse's + back.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I don't mean to ride standing. I want to sit a horse, rearing, or + plunging, or blundering over rough ground.” + </p> + <p> + “What will you stand?” + </p> + <p> + “A sovereign.” + </p> + <p> + The clown dived into the public-house, and told a dark seedy man, with his + black hair plastered and rolled effeminately, that he had got a bloke who + would stand a quid for a mount. The two came out, and the plastered + Italian went to the stables: the melancholy punster conducted Henry into + the arena, and stood beside him like Patience on a monument. Presently a + quiet mare ran in, and stuck. + </p> + <p> + Henry was mounted, and cantered her round, the two men instinctively + following in a smaller circle, with jaws as long as your arm. + </p> + <p> + “This is delightful,” said Henry; “but I might as well be sitting in a + chair. What I want is a Prancer.” + </p> + <p> + Then they brought him another horse, just as docile as the mare. The + obedient creature, at a signal, reared suddenly, and seated Mr. Little on + the sawdust behind him. A similar result was attained several times, by + various means. But Henry showed himself so tough, courageous, and + persistent, that he made great progress, and his good-humor won his + preceptors. They invited him to come tomorrow, at an earlier hour, and + bring half a quid with him. He did so, and this time there was an American + rider rehearsing, who showed Henry what to do, and what not to do; and + gave him a most humorous and instructive lesson. Indeed, his imitations of + bad riding were so truthful and funny, that even the clown was surprised + into one laugh; he who rarely smiled, unless in the way of business. + </p> + <p> + “Well, sir,” said Henry, “you have given me a good lesson; now take a hint + from me; just you go and do all this before the public; for I never saw + you do any thing half as droll.” + </p> + <p> + They all three shook their heads with one accord. Go out of the beaten + track, before an audience? Never. Such vagaries were only admissible in + private. + </p> + <p> + After this second day the fee was reduced to a gallon of ale. + </p> + <p> + But, on the third day, the pupil combined theory with practice. He told + his mother he was going to Cairnhope for the night. He then rode off to + Cairnhope Church. He had two large saddle-bags, containing provisions, and + tools of all sorts. He got safe across the moor just before sunset. He + entered the church, led the horse in with him, and put him into the + Squire's pew. He then struck a light, went into the chancel, and looked at + the picture. It was as he had left it; half on the wall, half drooping + over the altar-place. The walls were dank, and streaked here and there + with green. His footsteps echoed, and the edifice was all dark, except + within the rays of his lantern; it also sang and moaned in a way to be + accounted for by the action of the wind on a number of small apertures; + but, nevertheless, it was a most weird and ghostly sound. He was glad of + the companionship of his very horse. + </p> + <p> + He took his buckets to the mountain stream, and, in due course, filled his + trough, and left one bucket full for other uses. He then prepared and + lighted his forge. As he plied the bellows, and the coals gleamed brighter + and brighter, monumental figures came out and glared at him; mutilated + inscriptions wavered on the walls; portions of the dark walls themselves + gleamed in the full light, and showed the streaks and stains of age and + weather, and the shadow of a gigantic horse's head; and, as the + illuminated part seemed on fire by contrast, so the dark part of the + church was horribly black and mysterious, and a place out of which a ghost + or phantom might be expected, at any moment, to come forth into that + brilliant patch of light. + </p> + <p> + Young Little, who had entered on this business in all the skepticism of + the nineteenth century, felt awed, and began to wish he had selected any + other building in the world but this. He seemed to be desecrating a tomb. + </p> + <p> + However, he mustered up his manly resolution. He looked up at a small + aperture in the roof, and saw a star glittering above: it seemed close, + and a type of that omniscient eye “from which no secrets are hid.” + </p> + <p> + He clasped his hands together, and said, “I hope God, who has seen me + driven from the haunts of men, will forgive me for taking refuge here; + and, if he does, I don't care who else is offended, alive or dead.” And, + with this, he drew the white-hot strip of steel from the forge on to the + anvil, and down came his hammer with a blow that sent the fiery steel + flying all round, and rang and echoed through the desolate building, + instantly there was a tremendous plunge and clatter, followed by a shaking + sound, and, whiz, the church was fanned by black wings going zigzag. + </p> + <p> + “Ten thousand devils!” yelled Henry, and heaved the hammer high, in his + own defense. + </p> + <p> + But it was only the horse plunging and quivering with fear, and a score of + bats the blow of the hammer had frightened out of the rotten pulpit. + </p> + <p> + He resumed work with a beating heart, and the building rang and echoed and + re-echoed with the rapid blows; and no more interruption came. The + nineteenth century conquered. + </p> + <p> + After four hours of earnest work, he fed his horse, ate a slice of bread + and meat, drank water from the bucket, gave his horse some, and went to + sleep in a pew beside that useful animal. + </p> + <p> + Back to Hillsborough, at peep of day, with the blades he had forged. + </p> + <p> + He now took his mother, in a great measure, into his confidence, under a + strict promise to tell nobody, not even Dr. Amboyne. Mrs. Little received + the communication in a way that both surprised and encouraged him. She was + as willing to outwit the Unions, as she was willing to resist them openly; + and Henry found her an admirable coadjutor. + </p> + <p> + Had she known where Henry had set up his forge, she would have been very + unhappy. But he merely told her it was in a secluded place, near + Cairnhope, where he could never be detected. + </p> + <p> + The carving business, being merely a blind, was not pushed. But Henry gave + his apprentice, Billy, instruction, and the youth began to show an + aptitude which contrasted remarkably with his general incapacity. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Little paid one or two visits to factories, to see what women could + do in this sort of work; and, one day, she told Henry she was sure she + could sharpen and finish the blades. + </p> + <p> + “No, mother,” said Henry. “You are a lady. I can't have you made a slave + of, and your beautiful white hands spoiled.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall be happier, helping you, dear; and I won't spoil my hands, since + you care about them.” + </p> + <p> + She insisted on a trial, and soon acquired a remarkable knack: she had a + fine light hand: and it is an art easily learned by an attentive and + careful woman. Indeed they can beat the men at it, if they will only make + up their minds. + </p> + <p> + And so the enterprise was launched, and conducted thus: in the day time, + Henry showed himself in the town, and talked big about carving; and, in + the afternoon, he rode out, and did the real work of his life, over the + dead bodies of his ancestors. + </p> + <p> + His saddle-bags were always full, and, gradually, he collected some + comforts about him in the deserted church. + </p> + <p> + He called, more than once, at “Woodbine Villa,” but Miss Carden was on a + visit. + </p> + <p> + He was in the full career of fortune again, and sanguine of success, + before they met. One day, having ascertained from Jael what day she would + be at home, he called and was admitted. The room was empty, but Miss + Carden soon came into it, accompanied by Jael carrying the bust. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, Mr. Little,” said she, before he could possibly utter a word, “this + is fortunate. There is a party here on Thursday, and I want to show the + bust complete, if you don't mind.” + </p> + <p> + Henry said he would finish it for her. He accordingly set to work, and + waited quietly till Jael should leave the room, to have it out with Grace. + </p> + <p> + She, for her part, seemed to have forgotten his strange manner to her the + other day; perhaps she chose to forget it, or overlook it. But Henry + observed that Jael was not allowed to quit the room. Whatever Miss Carden + wanted she fetched herself, and came back softly, and rather suddenly, as + if she had a mind to surprise Jeel and the other too. Female subtlety was + clearly at work. + </p> + <p> + “What do you advise me?” said Henry to Jael, during one of these + intervals. + </p> + <p> + Jael never lifted her eyes from her work, and spoke under her breath, “I + think I'd be patient to-day. She must give you a chance to speak some day. + Talk to me, when she comes back—about the Cairnhope folk, or + anything.” + </p> + <p> + Henry followed this advice, and Grace, for the first time, found herself a + little ignored in the conversation. She was astonished at this and I don't + think she quite liked it. + </p> + <p> + Henry was still going on with warmth and volubility about the Cairnhope + folk, their good hearts, and their superstitions, when a visitor was + announced. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Coventry.” + </p> + <p> + Henry stopped in the middle of a sentence. + </p> + <p> + Grace brightened up, and said she was at home. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Coventry entered the room; a tall, well-made man, with an aquiline + nose, and handsome face, only perhaps there were more lines in it than he + was entitled to at his age, for he was barely thirty. He greeted Miss + Carden with easy grace, and took no more notice of the other two, than if + they were chairs and tables. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Frederick Coventry had studied the great art of pleasing, and had + mastered it wonderfully; but he was not the man to waste it + indiscriminately. + </p> + <p> + He was there to please a young lady, to whom he was attached, not to + diffuse his sunshine indiscriminately. + </p> + <p> + He courted her openly, not indelicately, but with a happy air of respect + and self-assurance. + </p> + <p> + Henry sat, sick with jealousy, and tried to work and watch; but he could + only watch: his hand trembled too much to work. + </p> + <p> + What may be called oblique flattery is very pleasing to those quick-witted + girls, who have had a surfeit of direct compliments: and it is oblique + flattery, when a man is supercilious and distant to others, as well as + tender and a little obsequious to her he would please. + </p> + <p> + Grace Carden enjoyed this oblique flattery of Mr. Coventry's all the more + that it came to her just at a moment when her companions seemed disposed + to ignore her. She rewarded Mr. Coventry accordingly, and made Henry + Little's heart die within him. His agony became intolerable. What a + position was his! Set there, with a chisel in his hand, to copy the woman + he loved, while another wooed her before his face, and she smiled at his + wooing! + </p> + <p> + At last his chisel fell out of his hand, and startled everybody: and then + he rose up with pale cheek, and glittering eyes, and Heaven only knows + what he was going to do or say. But at that moment another visitor was + announced, to whom indeed the door was never closed. He entered the next + moment, and Grace ran to meet him, crying, “Oh, Mr. Raby! this IS a + surprise.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Raby kissed her, and shook hands with Mr. Coventry. He then said a + kind word to Jael Dence, who got up and courtesied to him. He cast a + careless glance on Henry and the bust, but said nothing. He was in a + hurry, and soon came to the object of his visit. + </p> + <p> + “My dear,” said he, “the last time I saw you, you said you were sorry that + Christmas was no longer kept in Hillsborough as it used to be.” + </p> + <p> + “And so I am.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, it is kept in Cairnhope, thank Heaven, pretty much as it was three + centuries ago. Your father will be in London, I hear; will you honor my + place and me with a visit during the Christmas holidays?” + </p> + <p> + Grace opened her eyes with astonishment. “Oh, that I will,” said she, + warmly. + </p> + <p> + “You will take your chance of being snowed up?” + </p> + <p> + “I am afraid I shall not be so fortunate,” was the charming reply. + </p> + <p> + The Squire turned to Coventry, and said slyly, “I would ask you to join + us, sir; but it is rather a dull place for a gentleman who keeps such good + company.” + </p> + <p> + “I never heard it spoken of as a dull place before,” said the young man; + “and, if it was, you have taken a sure means to make it attractive.” + </p> + <p> + “That is true. Well, then, I have no scruple in asking you to join us;” + and he gave Grace a look, as much as to say, “Am I not a considerate + person?” + </p> + <p> + “I am infinitely obliged to you, Mr. Raby,” said Coventry, seriously; “I + will come.” + </p> + <p> + “You will stay to luncheon, godpapa?” + </p> + <p> + “Never touch it. Good-by. Well, then, Christmas-eve I shall expect you + both. Dinner at six. But come an hour or two before it, if you can: and + Jael, my girl, you know you must dine at the hall on Christmas-eve, and + old Christmas-eve as usual, you and your sister and the old man.” + </p> + <p> + Jael courtesied, and said with homely cordiality, “We shall be there, sir, + please God we are alive.” + </p> + <p> + “Bring your gun, Coventry. There's a good sprinkling of pheasants left. + By-the-bye, what about that pedigree of yours; does it prove the point?” + </p> + <p> + “Completely. Dorothy Raby, Sir Richard's youngest sister, married Thomas + Coventry, who was out in the forty-five. I'm having the pedigree copied + for you, at a stationer's near.” + </p> + <p> + “I should like to see it.” + </p> + <p> + “I'll go with you, and show it to you, if you like.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Raby was evidently pleased at this attention, and they went off + together. + </p> + <p> + Grace accompanied them to the door. On her return she was startled by the + condition of young Little. + </p> + <p> + This sudden appearance of his uncle, whom he hated, had agitated him not a + little, and that uncle's interference had blasted his last hope. He + recognized this lover, and had sided with him: was going to shut the pair + up, in a country house, together. It was too much. He groaned, and sank + back in his chair, almost fainting, and his hands began to shake in the + air, as if he was in an ague. + </p> + <p> + Both the women darted simultaneously toward him. “Oh! he's fainting!” + cried Grace. “Wine! wine! Fly.” Jael ran out to fetch some, in spite of a + despairing gesture, by which the young man tried to convey to her it was + no use. + </p> + <p> + “Wine can do me no good, nor death no harm. Why did I ever enter this + house?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Mr. Little, don't look so; don't talk so,” said Grace, turning pale, + in her turn. “Are you ill? What is the matter?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, nothing. What should ail me? I'm only a workman. What business have I + with a heart? I loved you dearly. I was working for you, fighting for you, + thinking for you, living for you. And you love that Coventry, and never + showed it.” + </p> + <p> + Jael came in with a glass of wine for him, but he waved her off with all + the grandeur of despair. + </p> + <p> + “You tell me this to my face!” said Grace, haughtily; but her bosom + panted. + </p> + <p> + “Yes; I tell you so to your face. I love you, with all my soul.” + </p> + <p> + “How dare you? What have I ever done, to justify—Oh, if you weren't + so pale, I'd give you a lesson. What could possess you? It's not my fault, + thank heaven. You have insulted me, sir. No; why should I? You must be + unhappy enough. There, I'll say but one word, and that, of course, is + 'good morning.'” + </p> + <p> + And she marched out of the room, trembling secretly in every limb. + </p> + <p> + Henry sat down, and hid his face, and all his frame shook. + </p> + <p> + Then Jael was all pity. She threw herself on her knees, and kissed his + trembling hands with canine fidelity, and wept on his shoulder. + </p> + <p> + He took her hand, and tried hard to thank her, but the words were choked. + </p> + <p> + Grace Carden opened the door, and put her head cautiously in, for she + wanted to say a word to Jael without attracting Henry's attention. But, + when she saw Jael and Henry in so loving an attitude, she started, and + then turned as red as fire; and presently burst out laughing. + </p> + <p> + Jael and Henry separated directly. + </p> + <p> + Grace laughed again, an unpleasant laugh. “I beg pardon, good people. I + only wanted Mr. Little's address. I thought you could get it for me, Jael. + And now I'm sure you can. Ha! ha! ha!” + </p> + <p> + And she was heard laughing after the door closed. + </p> + <p> + Now there was a world of contempt and insolence in this laugh. It + conveyed, as plainly as words, “I was going to be so absurd as to believe + in your love, and pity it, at all events, though I can't approve it: but + now you have just set my mind at ease. Ha! ha! ha!” + </p> + <p> + “Let me go,” cried Henry, wildly. + </p> + <p> + “Nay, tell me your address.” + </p> + <p> + “What for? To tell that cruel—laughing—” + </p> + <p> + “Nay then, for myself.” + </p> + <p> + “That's a different thing. I respect you. But her, I mean to hate, as much + as I loved her.” + </p> + <p> + He gave Jael his address, and then got out of the house as fast as he + could. + </p> + <p> + That evening Grace Carden surprised her father, by coming into his study. + “Papa,” said she, “I am come to ask a favor. You must not refuse me. But I + don't know that you ever did. Dearest, I want L50.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, my child; just tell me what it is for.” + </p> + <p> + “It is for Mr. Little; for his lessons.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, but L50!” + </p> + <p> + “He has given me a good many. And to tell you the truth, papa, I dismissed + him rather unceremoniously; and now I should be glad to soften the blow a + little, if I can. Do be very good and obedient, dear papa, and write what + I shall dictate. PLEASE.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, spoiled child: who can resist you?” + </p> + <p> + Then Grace dictated, and Mr. Carden wrote: + </p> + <p> + “DEAR SIR,—My daughter informs me that, as yet, you have received no + remuneration for the lessons you have given her. I beg your acceptance of + the inclosed check, and, at the same time, should be glad if you would put + a price on the admirable bust you have executed of her. + </p> + <p> + “Yours obediently, + </p> + <p> + “WALTER CARDEN.” + </p> + <p> + The reply to this letter surprised Mr. Carden, so that he brought it to + Grace, and showed it her. + </p> + <p> + “DEAR SIR,—The lessons are not worth speaking of. I have learned + more in your house than I taught. I beg to return the check with thanks. + Price of the bust, five hundred guineas. + </p> + <p> + “Yours obediently, + </p> + <p> + “HENRY LITTLE.” + </p> + <p> + Grace colored up, and her eyes sparkled. “That young man wants humbling.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't see that, really. He is very civil, and I presume this five + hundred guineas is just a polite way of saying that he means to keep it. + Wants it for an advertisement, eh?” + </p> + <p> + Grace smiled and bit her lip. “Oh, what a man of business you are!” And a + little while after the tears came into her eyes. “Madman!” said she to + herself. “He won't let me be his friend. Well, I can't help it.” + </p> + <p> + After the brief excitement of this correspondence, Little soon relapsed + into dull misery. His mother was alarmed, and could restrain herself no + longer. She implored his confidence. “Make me the partner of your grief, + dear,” she said; “not that you can tell me anything I have not guessed + already; but, dearest, it will do you good to open your heart; and, who + knows, I may assist you. I know my sex much better than you do.” + </p> + <p> + Henry kissed her sadly, and said it was too late now. “It is all over. She + is going to marry another man.” + </p> + <p> + “Has she told you so?” + </p> + <p> + “Not in words; but I have seen it. She has burned it into my heart.” + </p> + <p> + “I wish I knew her,” said Mrs. Little, very earnestly, and almost in a + whisper. + </p> + <p> + “Some day, mother, some day; but not now. Oh, the tortures one heart can + suffer, and yet not break.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Little sighed. “What, not even tell me her name?” + </p> + <p> + “I can't, I can't. Oh, mother, you mean well, but you will drive me mad.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Little forebore to press him further just then. She sat silent at her + work, and he at his, till they were aroused by a fly drawing up at the + door. + </p> + <p> + A fine young woman got out with something heavy, and holding it like a + child in one arm, rapped at the door with the hand that was disengaged. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Little opened the door to her, and she and Jael Dence surveyed each + other with calm but searching eyes. + </p> + <p> + “If you please, ma'am, does Mr. Little bide here?” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Little said yes, with a smile: for Jael's face and modesty pleased + her at first sight. + </p> + <p> + “I have something for him.” + </p> + <p> + “I'll give it to him.” + </p> + <p> + “If you please, ma'am, I was to give it him myself.” + </p> + <p> + Henry recognized the voice, opened the door, and invited her in. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Little followed her, full of suppressed curiosity. + </p> + <p> + This put Jael out, but she was too patient to show it. + </p> + <p> + “It is the bust,” said she; and put it softly down on the table with her + strong arms. + </p> + <p> + Henry groaned. “She despises even that; she flings it at my head without a + word.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay; I have got a note for you.” + </p> + <p> + “Then why didn't you give it me at once?” cried Henry impatiently. + </p> + <p> + She handed him the note without a word. + </p> + <p> + It ran thus: + </p> + <p> + “Miss Carden presents her compliments to Mr. Little, and sends him his + beautiful bust. She is grieved that he will accept no remuneration for his + lessons; and begs permission to offer her best wishes for his happiness + and prosperity.” + </p> + <p> + The gentleness of this disarmed Henry, and at the same time the firmness + crushed him. “It is all over!” he cried, despairingly: “and yet I can't + hate her.” + </p> + <p> + He ran from the room, unable to restrain his tears, and too proud and + fiery to endure two spectators of his grief. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Little felt as mothers feel toward those who wound their young. + </p> + <p> + “Is it the woman's likeness?” said she bitterly, and then trembled with + emotion. + </p> + <p> + “Ay.” + </p> + <p> + “May I see it?” + </p> + <p> + “Surely, ma'am.” And Jael began to undo the paper. + </p> + <p> + But Mrs. Little stopped her. “No, not yet. I couldn't bear the sight of a + face that has brought misery upon him. I would rather look at yours. It is + a very honest one. May I inquire your name?” + </p> + <p> + “Jael Dence—at your service.” + </p> + <p> + “Dence! ah, then no wonder you have a good face: a Cairnhope face. My + child, you remind me of days gone by. Come and see me again, will you? + Then I shall be more able to talk to you quietly.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, that I will, ma'am.” And Jael colored all over with surprise, and + such undisguised pleasure that Mrs. Little kissed her at parting. + </p> + <p> + She had been gone a considerable time, when Henry came back; he found his + mother seated at the table, eying his masterpiece with stern and bitter + scrutiny. + </p> + <p> + It was a picture, those two rare faces in such close opposition. The + carved face seemed alive; but the living face seemed inspired, and to + explore the other to the bottom with merciless severity. At such work the + great female eye is almost terrible in its power. + </p> + <p> + “It is lovely,” said she. “It seems noble. I can not find what I know must + be there. Oh, why does God give such a face as this to a fool?” + </p> + <p> + “Not a word against her,” said Henry. “She is as wise, and as noble, and + as good, as she is beautiful. She has but one fault; she loves another + man. Put her sweet face away; hide it from me till I am an old man, and + can bring it out to show young folks why I lived and die a bachelor. + Good-by, dear mother, I must saddle Black Harry, and away to my night's + work.” + </p> + <p> + The days were very short now, and Henry spent two-thirds of his time in + Cairnhope Church. The joyous stimulus of his labor was gone but the habit + remained, and carried him on in a sort of leaden way. Sometimes he + wondered at himself for the hardships he underwent merely to make money, + since money had no longer the same charm for him; but a good workman is a + patient, enduring creature, and self-indulgence, our habit, is after all, + his exception. Henry worked heavily on, with his sore, sad heart, as many + a workman had done before him. Unfortunately his sleep began to be broken + a good deal. I am not quite clear whether it was the after-clap of the + explosion, or the prolonged agitation of his young heart, but at this + time, instead of the profound sleep that generally rewards the sons of + toil, he had fitful slumbers, and used to dream strange dreams, in that + old church, so full of gaunt sights and strange sounds. And, generally + speaking, however these dreams began, the figure of Grace Carden would + steal in ere he awoke. His senses, being only half asleep, colored his + dreams; he heard her light footstep in the pattering rain, and her sweet + voice in the musical moan of the desolate building; desolate as his heart + when he awoke, and behold it was a dream. + </p> + <p> + The day after Christmas-day began brightly, but was dark and lowering + toward afternoon. Mrs. Little advised Henry to stay at home. But he shook + his head. “How could I get through the night? Work is my salvation. But + for my forge, I should perhaps end like—” he was going to say “my + poor father.” But he had the sense to stop. + </p> + <p> + Unable to keep him at home, the tender mother got his saddlebags, and + filled his flask with brandy, and packed up a huge piece of Yorkshire pie, + and even stuffed in a plaid shawl. And she strained her anxious eyes after + him as he rode off. + </p> + <p> + When he got among the hills, he found it was snowing there very hard; and + then, somehow, notwithstanding all the speed he made, it was nearly dark + when he got on the moor, and the tracks he used to go by, over the + dangerous ground, were effaced. + </p> + <p> + He went a snail's pace, and at last dismounted, and groped his way. He got + more than one fall in the snow, and thought himself very fortunate, when, + at last, something black towered before him, and it was the old church. + </p> + <p> + The scene was truly dismal: the church was already overburdened with snow, + and still the huge flakes fell fast and silently, and the little mountain + stream, now swollen to a broad and foaming torrent, went roaring by, + behind the churchyard wall. + </p> + <p> + Henry shivered, and made for the shelter. + </p> + <p> + The horse, to whom this church was merely a well-ventilated stable, went + in and clattered up the aisle, saddle-bags and all. + </p> + <p> + Henry locked the door inside, and soon blew the coals to a white heat. The + bellows seemed to pant unnaturally loud, all was so deadly still. + </p> + <p> + The windows were curtained with snow, that increased the general gloom, + though some of the layers shone ghostly white and crystalline, in the + light of the forge, and of two little grates he had set in a monument. + </p> + <p> + Two heaps of snow lay in the center aisle, just under two open places in + the roof, and, on these, flakes as big as a pennypiece kept falling + through the air, and glittered like diamonds as they passed through the + weird light of the white coals. + </p> + <p> + Oh! it was an appalling place, that night; youth and life seemed + intruders. Henry found it more than he could bear. He took a couple of + candles, placed them in bottles, and carried them to the western window, + and there lighted them. This one window was protected by the remains of + iron-work outside, and the whole figure of one female saint in colored + glass survived. + </p> + <p> + This expedient broke the devilish blackness, and the saint shone out + glorious. + </p> + <p> + The horrid spell thus broken in some degree, Henry plied his hammer, and + made the church ring, and the flaming metal fly. + </p> + <p> + But by-and-by, as often happened to him now, a drowsiness overcame him at + the wrong time. In vain he battled against it. It conquered him even as he + worked; and, at last, he leaned with his arms against the handle of the + bellows, and dozed as he stood. + </p> + <p> + He had a dream of that kind which we call a vision, because the dream + seems to come to the dreamer where he is. + </p> + <p> + He dreamed he was there at his forge, and a soft voice called to him. He + turned, and lo! between him and the western window stood six female + figures, all dressed in beautiful dresses, but of another age, and of many + colors, yet transparent; and their faces fair, but white as snow: and the + ladies courtesied to him, with a certain respectful majesty beyond + description: and, somehow, by their faces, and their way of courtesying to + him, he knew they were women of his own race, and themselves aware of the + relationship. + </p> + <p> + Then several more such figures came rustling softly through the wall from + the churchyard, and others rose from the vaults and took their places + quietly, till there was an avenue of dead beauties; and they stood in an + ascending line up to the west window. Some stood on the ground, some on + the air; that made no difference to them. + </p> + <p> + Another moment, and then a figure more lovely than them all shone in the + window, at the end of that vista of fair white faces. + </p> + <p> + It was Grace Carden. She smiled on him and said, “I am going where I can + love you. There the world will not divide us. Follow me: follow; follow!” + </p> + <p> + Then she melted away; then all melted: and he awoke with a loud cry that + echoed through the edifice, now dark and cold as the grave; and a great + white owl went whirling, and with his wings made the only air that + stirred. + </p> + <p> + The fire was out, and the place a grave. Yet, cold as it was, the dreamer + was bathed in perspiration, so clear had been that unearthly vision, so + ghostly was now that flitting owl. + </p> + <p> + Shuddering all over, he lighted his fire again, and plied his bellows with + fury, till the fire glowed brighter than ever; and even then he prayed + aloud that he might never see the like again, even in a dream. + </p> + <p> + He worked like mad, and his hand trembled as he struck. Ere he had + thoroughly recovered the shock, a wild cry arose outside. + </p> + <p> + He started back, awe-struck. + </p> + <p> + What with the time, the place, and that strange vision, the boundaries of + the natural and the supernatural were a little confused in his mind. + </p> + <p> + “Help, help!” cried a voice; and now the familiar tone of that voice made + him utter a loud cry in return. + </p> + <p> + He searched for the key, and made his way to the door; but, just as he + began to insert the key, the voice was at the door outside. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, save me! A dying girl! Save me!” + </p> + <p> + The cry was now a moan, and the next moment an inert mass fell like lead + against the door in a vain attempt to knock at it. + </p> + <p> + The voice was Grace Carden's, and it was Grace Carden's body that fell so + inert and powerless against the church-door, within a yard of Henry + Little's hand. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0011" id="link2HCH0011"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XI. + </h2> + <p> + On the twenty-fourth of December Miss Carden and Jael Dence drove to + Cairnhope village, and stopped at the farm: but Nathan and his eldest + daughter had already gone up to the Hall; so they waited there but a + minute or two to light the carriage lamps, and then went on up the hill. + It was pitch dark when they reached the house. Inside, one of Mr. Raby's + servants was on the look-out for the sound of wheels, and the visitors had + no need to knock or ring; this was a point of honor with the master of the + mansion; when he did invite people, the house opened its arms; even as + they drove up, open flew the great hall-door, and an enormous fire inside + blazed in their faces, and shot its flame beyond them out into the night. + </p> + <p> + Grace alighted, and was about to enter the house, when Jael stopped her, + and said, “Oh, miss, you will be going in left foot foremost. Pray don't + do that: it is so unlucky.” + </p> + <p> + Grace laughed, but changed her foot, and entered a lofty hall, hung with + helmets, pikes, breast-plates, bows, cross-bows, antlers etc., etc. + Opposite her was the ancient chimneypiece and ingle-nook, with no grate + but two huge iron dogs, set five feet apart; and on them lay a birch log + and root, the size of a man, with a dozen beech billets burning briskly + and crackling underneath and aside it. This genial furnace warmed the + staircase and passages, and cast a fiery glow out on the carriage, and + glorified the steep helmets and breast-plates of the dead Rabys on the + wall, and the sparkling eyes of the two beautiful women who now stood + opposite it in the pride of their youth, and were warmed to the heart by + its crackle and glow. “Oh! what a glorious fire, this bitter night. Why, I + never saw such a—” + </p> + <p> + “It is the yule log, miss. Ay, and you might go all round England, and not + find its fellow, I trow. But our Squire he don't go to the chandler's shop + for his yule log, but to his own woods, and fells a great tree.” + </p> + <p> + A housemaid now came forward with bed candles, to show Miss Carden to her + room. Grace was going up, as a matter of course, when Jael, busy helping + the footman with her boxes, called after her: “The stocking, miss! the + stocking!” + </p> + <p> + Grace looked down at her feet in surprise. + </p> + <p> + “There it is, hung up by the door. We must put our presents into it before + we go upstairs.” + </p> + <p> + “Must we? what on earth am I to give?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, any thing will do. See, I shall put in this crooked sixpence.” + </p> + <p> + Grace examined her purse, and complained that all her stupid sixpences + were straight. + </p> + <p> + “Never mind, miss; put in a hairpin, sooner than pass the stocking o' + Christmas Eve.” + </p> + <p> + Grace had come prepared to encounter old customs. She offered her + shawl-pin: and Jael, who had modestly inserted her own gift, pinned + Grace's offering on the outside of the stocking with a flush of pride. + Then they went upstairs with the servant, and Grace was ushered into a + bedroom of vast size, with two huge fires burning at each end; each + fireplace was flanked with a coal-scuttle full of kennel coal in large + lumps, and also with an enormous basket of beech billets. She admired the + old-fashioned furniture, and said, “Oh, what a palace of a bedroom! This + will spoil me for my little poky room. Here one can roam about and have + great thoughts. Hillsborough, good-by! I end my days in the country.” + </p> + <p> + Presently her quick ears caught the rattle of swift wheels upon the hard + road: she ran to the window, and peeped behind the curtain. Two brilliant + lamps were in sight, and drew nearer and nearer, like great goggling eyes, + and soon a neat dog-cart came up to the door. Before it had well-stopped, + the hospitable door flew open, and the yule fire shone on Mr. Coventry, + and his natty groom, and his dog cart with plated axles; it illumined the + silver harness, and the roan horse himself, and the breath that poured + into the keen air from his nostrils red inside. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Coventry dropped from his shoulders, with easy grace, something + between a coat and a cloak, lined throughout with foxes' skin; and, + alighting, left his groom to do the rest. The fur was reddish, relieved + with occasional white; and Grace gloated over it, as it lay glowing in the + fire-light. “Ah,” said she, “I should never do for a poor man's wife: I'm + so fond of soft furs and things, and I don't like poky rooms.” With that + she fell into a reverie, which was only interrupted by the arrival of Jael + and her boxes. + </p> + <p> + Jael helped her unpack, and dress. There was no lack of conversation + between these two, but most of it turned upon nothings. One topic, that + might have been interesting to the readers of this tale, was avoided by + them both. They had now come to have a high opinion of each other's + penetration, and it made them rather timid and reserved on that subject. + </p> + <p> + Grace was dressed, and just going down, when she found she wanted a pin. + She asked Jael for one. + </p> + <p> + Jael looked aghast. “Oh, miss, I'd rather you would take one, in spite of + me.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, so I will. There!” And she whipped one away from the bosom of + Jael's dress. + </p> + <p> + “Mind, I never gave it you.” + </p> + <p> + “No. I took it by brute force.” + </p> + <p> + “I like you too well to give you a pin.” + </p> + <p> + “May I venture to inquire what would be the consequence?” + </p> + <p> + “Ill luck, you may be sure. Heart-trouble, they do say.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I'm glad to escape that so easily. Why, this is the temple of + superstition, and you are the high-Priestess. How shall I ever get on at + dinner, without you? I know I shall do something to shock Mr. Raby. + Perhaps spill the very salt. I generally do.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, miss, at home. But, dear heart, you won't see any of them nasty + little salt-cellars here, that some crazy creature have invented to bring + down bad luck. You won't spill the salt here, no fear: but don't ye let + any body help you to it neither, if he helps you to salt, he helps you to + sorrow.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, does he? Then it is fortunate nobody ever does help anybody to salt. + Well, yours is a nice creed. Why, we are all at the mercy of other people, + according to you. Say I have a rival: she smiles in my face, and says, 'My + sweet friend, accept this tribute of my esteem;' and gives me a pinch of + salt, before I know where I am. I wither on the spot; and she sails off + with the prize. Or, if there is no salt about, she comes behind me with a + pin, and pins it to my skirt, and that pierces my heart. Don't you see + what abominable nonsense it all is?” + </p> + <p> + The argument was cut short by the ringing of a tremendous bell. + </p> + <p> + Grace gave the last, swift, searching, all-comprehensive look of her sex + into the glass, and went down to the drawing-room. There she found Mr. + Raby and Mr. Coventry, who both greeted her cordially; and the next moment + dinner was announced. + </p> + <p> + “Raby Hall” was a square house, with two large low wings. The left wing + contained the kitchen, pantry, scullery, bakehouse, brew-house, etc.; and + servants' bedrooms above. The right wing the stables, coach-houses, + cattle-sheds, and several bedrooms. The main building of the hall, the + best bedrooms, and the double staircase, leading up to them in horse-shoe + form from the hall: and, behind the hall, on the ground-floor, there was a + morning-room, in which several of the Squire's small tenants were even now + preparing for supper by drinking tea, and eating cakes made in rude + imitation of the infant Saviour. On the right of the hall were the two + drawing-rooms en suite, and on the left was the remarkable room into which + the host now handed Miss Carden, and Mr. Coventry followed. This room had + been, originally, the banqueting-hall. It was about twenty feet high, + twenty-eight feet wide, and fifty feet long, and ended in an enormous bay + window, that opened upon the lawn. It was entirely paneled with oak, + carved by old Flemish workmen, and adorned here and there with bold + devices. The oak, having grown old in a pure atmosphere, and in a district + where wood and roots were generally burned in dining-rooms, had acquired a + very rich and beautiful color, a pure and healthy reddish brown, with no + tinge whatever of black; a mighty different hue from any you can find in + Wardour Street. Plaster ceiling there was none, and never had been. The + original joists, and beams, and boards, were still there, only not quite + so rudely fashioned as of old; for Mr. Raby's grandfather had caused them + to be planed and varnished, and gilded a little in serpentine lines. This + woodwork above gave nobility to the room, and its gilding, though worn, + relieved the eye agreeably. + </p> + <p> + The further end was used as a study, and one side of it graced with books, + all handsomely bound: the other side, with a very beautiful organ that had + an oval mirror in the midst of its gilt dummy-pipes. All this made a cozy + nook in the grand room. + </p> + <p> + What might be called the dining-room part, though rich, was rather somber + on ordinary occasions; but this night it was decorated gloriously. The + materials were simple—wax-candles and holly; the effect was produced + by a magnificent use of these materials. There were eighty candles, of the + largest size sold in shops, and twelve wax pillars, five feet high, and + the size of a man's calf; of these, four only were lighted at present. The + holly was not in sprigs, but in enormous branches, that filled the eye + with glistening green and red: and, in the embrasure of the front window + stood a young holly-tree entire, eighteen feet high, and gorgeous with + five hundred branches of red berries. The tree had been dug up, and + planted here in an enormous bucket, used for that purpose, and filled with + mold. + </p> + <p> + Close behind this tree were placed two of the wax pillars, lighted, and + their flame shone through the leaves and berries magically. + </p> + <p> + As Miss Carden entered, on Mr. Raby's arm, her eye swept the room with + complacency, and settled on the holly-tree. At sight of that she pinched + Mr. Raby's arm, and cried “Oh!” three times. Then, ignoring the + dinner-table altogether, she pulled her host away to the tree, and stood + before it, with clasped hands. “Oh, how beautiful!” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Raby was gratified. “So then our forefathers were not quite such fools + as some people say.” + </p> + <p> + “They were angels, they were ducks. It is beautiful, it is divine.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Raby looked at the glowing cheek, and deep, sparkling, sapphire eye. + “Come,” said he; “after all, there's nothing here so beautiful as the + young lady who now honors the place with her presence.” + </p> + <p> + With this he handed her ceremoniously to a place at his right hand; said a + short grace, and sat down between his two guests. + </p> + <p> + “But, Mr. Raby,” said Grace, ruefully, “I'm with my back to the + holly-tree.” + </p> + <p> + “You can ask Coventry to change places.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Coventry rose, and the change was effected. + </p> + <p> + “Well, it is your doing, Coventry. Now she'll overlook YOU.” + </p> + <p> + “All the better for me, perhaps. I'm content: Miss Carden will look at the + holly, and I shall look at Miss Carden.” + </p> + <p> + “Faute de mieux.” + </p> + <p> + “C'est mechant.” + </p> + <p> + “And I shall fine you both a bumper of champagne, for going out of the + English language.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall take my punishment like a man.” + </p> + <p> + “Then take mine as well. Champagne with me means frenzy.” + </p> + <p> + But, in the midst of the easy banter and jocose airy nothings of the + modern dining-room, an object attracted Grace's eye. It was a picture, + with its face turned to the wall, and some large letters on the back of + the canvas. + </p> + <p> + This excited Grace's curiosity directly, and, whenever she could, without + being observed, she peeped, and tried to read the inscription; but, what + with Mr. Raby's head, and a monster candle that stood before it, she could + not decipher it unobserved. She was inclined to ask Mr. Raby; but she was + very quick, and, observing that the other portraits were of his family, + she suspected at once that the original of this picture had offended her + host, and that it would be in bad taste, and might be offensive, to + question him. Still the subject took possession of her. + </p> + <p> + At about eight o'clock a servant announced candles in the drawing-room. + </p> + <p> + Upon this Mr. Raby rose, and, without giving her any option on the matter, + handed her to the door with obsolete deference. + </p> + <p> + In the drawing-room she found a harpsichord, a spinet, and a piano, all + tuned expressly for her. This amused her, as she had never seen either of + the two older instruments in her life. She played on them all three. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Raby had the doors thrown open to hear her. + </p> + <p> + She played some pretty little things from Mendelssohn, Spohr, and + Schubert. + </p> + <p> + The gentlemen smoked and praised. + </p> + <p> + Then she found an old music-book, and played Hamlet's overture to Otho, + and the minuet. + </p> + <p> + The gentlemen left off praising directly, and came silently into the room + to hear the immortal melodist. But this is the rule in music; the lips + praise the delicate gelatinous, the heart beats in silence at the mighty + melodious. + </p> + <p> + Tea and coffee came directly afterward, and ere they were disposed of, a + servant announced “The Wassailers.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, let them come in,” said Mr. Raby. + </p> + <p> + The school-children and young people of the village trooped in, and made + their obeisances, and sang the Christmas Carol— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “God rest you, merry gentlemen, + Let nothing you dismay.” + </pre> + <p> + Then one of the party produced an image of the Virgin and Child, and + another offered comfits in a box; a third presented the wassail-cup, into + which Raby immediately poured some silver, and Coventry followed his + example. Grace fumbled for her purse, and, when she had found it, began to + fumble in it for her silver. + </p> + <p> + But Raby lost all patience, and said, “There, I give this for the lady, + and she'll pay me NEXT CHRISTMAS.” + </p> + <p> + The wassailers departed, and the Squire went to say a kind word to his + humbler guests. + </p> + <p> + Miss Carden took that opportunity to ask Mr. Coventry if he had noticed + the picture with its face to the wall. He said he had. + </p> + <p> + “Do you know who it is?” + </p> + <p> + “No idea.” + </p> + <p> + “Did you read the inscription?” + </p> + <p> + “No. But, if you are curious, I'll go back to the dining-room, and read + it.” + </p> + <p> + “I'm afraid he might be angry. There is no excuse for going there now.” + </p> + <p> + “Send me for your pocket-handkerchief.” + </p> + <p> + “Please see whether I have left my pocket-handkerchief in the dining-room, + Mr. Coventry,” said Grace, demurely. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Coventry smiled, and hurried away. But he soon came back to say that + the candles were all out, the windows open, and the servants laying the + cloth for supper. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, never mind, then,” said Grace; “when we go in to supper I'll look + myself.” + </p> + <p> + But a considerable time elapsed before supper, and Mr. Coventry spent this + time in making love rather ardently, and Grace in defending herself rather + feebly. + </p> + <p> + It was nearly eleven o'clock when Mr. Raby rejoined them, and they all + went in to supper. There were candles lighted on the table and a few here + and there upon the walls; but the room was very somber: and Mr. Raby + informed them this was to remind them of the moral darkness, in which the + world lay before that great event they were about to celebrate. + </p> + <p> + He then helped each of them to a ladleful of frumety, remarking at the + same time, with a grim smile, that they were not obliged to eat it; there + would be a very different supper after midnight. Then a black-letter Bible + was brought him, and he read it all to himself at a side-table. + </p> + <p> + After an interval of silence so passed there was a gentle tap at the bay + window. Mr. Raby went and threw it open, and immediately a woman's voice, + full, clear, and ringing, sang outside: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “The first Noel the angels did say, + Was to three poor shepherds, in fields as they lay, + In fields where they were keeping their sheep, + On a cold winter's night that was so deep. + Chorus.—Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel, + Born is the King of Israel.” + </pre> + <p> + The chorus also was sung outside. + </p> + <p> + During the chorus one of the doors opened, and Jael Dence came in by it; + and the treble singer, who was the blacksmith's sister, came in at the + window, and so the two women met in the room, and sang the second verse in + sweetest harmony. These two did not sing like invalids, as their more + refined sisters too often do; from their broad chests, and healthy lungs, + and noble throats, and above all, their musical hearts, they poured out + the harmony so clear and full, that every glass in the room rang like a + harp, and a bolt of ice seemed to shoot down Grace Carden's backbone; and, + in the chorus, gentle George's bass was like a diapason. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “They looked up and saw a star + That shone in the East beyond them far, + And unto the earth it gave a great light, + And so it continued both day and night. + Chorus—Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel, + Born is the King of Israel.” + </pre> + <p> + As the Noel proceeded, some came in at the window, others at the doors, + and the lower part of the room began to fill with singers and auditors. + </p> + <p> + The Noel ended: there was a silence, during which the organ was opened, + the bellows blown, and a number of servants and others came into the room + with little lighted tapers, and stood, in a long row, awaiting a signal + from the Squire. + </p> + <p> + He took out his watch, and, finding it was close on twelve o'clock, + directed the doors to be flung open, that he might hear the great clock in + the hall strike the quarters. + </p> + <p> + There was a solemn hush of expectation, that made the sensitive heart of + Grace Carden thrill with anticipation. + </p> + <p> + The clock struck the first quarter—dead silence; the second—the + third—dead silence. + </p> + <p> + But, at the fourth, and with the first stroke of midnight, out burst the + full organ and fifty voices, with the “Gloria in excelsis Deo;” and, as + that divine hymn surged on, the lighters ran along the walls and lighted + the eighty candles, and, for the first time, the twelve waxen pillars, so + that, as the hymn concluded, the room was in a blaze, and it was Christmas + Day. + </p> + <p> + Instantly an enormous punch-bowl was brought to the host. He put his lips + to it, and said, “Friends, neighbors, I wish you all a merry Christmas.” + Then there was a cheer that made the whole house echo; and, by this time, + the tears were running down Grace Carden's cheeks. + </p> + <p> + She turned aside, to hide her pious emotion, and found herself right + opposite the picture, with this inscription, large and plain, in the blaze + of light— + </p> + <p> + “GONE INTO TRADE” + </p> + <p> + If, in the middle of the pious harmony that had stirred her soul, some + blaring trumpet had played a polka, in another key, it could hardly have + jarred more upon her devotional frame, than did this earthly line, that + glared out between two gigantic yule candles, just lighted in honor of + Him, whose mother was in trade when he was born. + </p> + <p> + She turned from it with deep repugnance, and seated herself in silence at + the table. + </p> + <p> + Very early in the supper she made an excuse, and retired to her room: and, + as she went out, her last glance was at the mysterious picture. + </p> + <p> + She saw it again next morning at breakfast-time; but, it must be owned, + with different eyes. It was no longer contrasted with a religious + ceremony, and with the sentiments of gratitude and humility proper to that + great occasion, when we commemorate His birth, whose mother had gone into + trade. The world, and society, whose child she was, seemed now to speak + with authority from the canvas, and to warn her how vain and hopeless were + certain regrets, which lay secretly, I might say clandestinely, at her + heart. + </p> + <p> + She revered her godfather, and it was no small nor irrelevant discovery to + find that he had actually turned a picture in disgrace to the wall, + because its owner had descended to the level, or probably not quite to the + level, of Henry Little. + </p> + <p> + Jael Dence came up from the farm on Christmas afternoon, and almost the + first word Grace spoke was to ask her if she knew whose picture that was + in the dining-room. This vague description was enough for Jael. She said + she could not tell for certain, but she had once heard her father say it + was the Squire's own sister; but, when she had pressed him on the subject, + the old man had rebuked her—told her not to meddle too much with + other folks' business. “And, to be sure, Squire has his reasons, no + doubt,” said Jael, rather dryly. + </p> + <p> + “The reason that is written on the back?” + </p> + <p> + “Ay: and a very poor reason too, to my mind.” + </p> + <p> + “You are not the best judge of that—excuse me for saying so. Oh + dear, I wish I could see it.” + </p> + <p> + “Don't think of such a thing, miss. You can't, however, for it's padlocked + down that way you could never loose it without being found out. No longer + agone than last Yule-time 'twas only turned, and not fastened. But they + say in the kitchen, that one day last month Squire had them all up, and + said the picture had been tampered with while he was at Hillsboro'; and he + scolded, and had it strapped and padlocked down as 'tis.” + </p> + <p> + The reader can imagine the effect of these fresh revelations. And a lover + was at hand, of good birth, good manners, and approved by her godfather. + That lover saw her inclining toward him, and omitted nothing to compliment + and please her. To be sure, that was no uphill work, for he loved her + better than he had ever loved a woman in his life, which was a good deal + to say, in his case. + </p> + <p> + They spent Christmas Day very happily together. Church in the morning; + then luncheon; then thick boots, a warmer shawl, and a little walk all + together; for Mr. Raby took a middle course; since no positive engagement + existed, he would not allow his fair guest to go about with Mr. Coventry + alone, and so he compromised, even in village eyes; but, on the other + hand, by stopping now and then to give an order, or exchange a word, he + gave Coventry many opportunities, and that gentleman availed himself of + them with his usual tact. + </p> + <p> + In the evening they sat round the great fire, and Mr. Raby mulled and + spiced red wine by a family receipt, in a large silver saucepan; and they + sipped the hot and generous beverage, and told stories and legends, the + custom of the house on Christmas night. Mr. Raby was an inexhaustible + repertory of ghost-stories and popular legends. But I select one that was + told by Mr. Coventry, and told with a certain easy grace that gave it no + little interest. + </p> + <p> + MR. COVENTRY'S TALE. + </p> + <p> + “When I was quite a child, there was a very old woman living in our + village, that used to frighten me with her goggle eyes, and muttering. She + passed for a witch, I think; and when she died—I was eight years old + then—old people put their heads together, and told strange stories + about her early life. It seems that this Molly Slater was away in service + at Bollington, a village half way between our place and Hillsborough, and + her fellow-servants used to quiz her because she had no sweetheart. At + last, she told them to wait till next Hilisboro' fair, and they should + see. And just before the fair, she reminded them of their sneers, and said + she would not come home without a sweetheart, though she took the Evil one + himself. For all that, she did leave the fair alone. But, as she trudged + home in the dark, a man overtook her, and made acquaintance with her. He + was a pleasant fellow, and told her his name was William Easton. Of course + she could not see his face very well, but he had a wonderfully sweet + voice. After that night, he used to court her, and sing to her, but always + in the dark. He never would face a candle, though he was challenged to + more than once. One night there was a terrible noise heard—it is + described as if a number of men were threshing out corn upon the roof—and + Molly Slater was found wedged in between the bed and the wall, in a place + where there was scarcely room to put your hand. Several strong men tried + to extricate her by force; but both the bed and the woman's body resisted + so strangely that, at last, they thought it best to send for the parson. + He was a great scholar, and himself under some suspicion of knowing more + than it would be good for any less pious person to know. Well, the parson + came, and took a candle that was burning, and held it to the place where + poor Molly was imprisoned, and moaning; and they say he turned pale, and + shivered, for all his learning. I forget what he said or did next; but + by-and-by there was a colloquy in a whisper between him and some person + unseen, and they say that this unseen whisper was very sweet, and + something like the chords of a harp, only low and very articulate. The + parson whispered, 'God gives a sinner time.' The sweet voice answered, 'He + can afford to; he is the stronger.' Then the parson adjured the unseen one + to wait a year and a day. But he refused, still in the gentlest voice. + Then the parson said these words: 'By all we love and fear, by all you + fear and hate, I adjure you to loose her, or wait till next Christmas + Eve.' + </p> + <p> + “I suppose the Evil Spirit saw some trap in that proposal, for he is said + to have laughed most musically. He answered, 'By all I fear and hate, I'll + loose her never; but, but I'll wait for her—till the candle's burnt + out;' and he chuckled most musically again. + </p> + <p> + “'Then wait to all eternity,' the parson roared; and blew the candle out + directly, and held it, with his hands crossed over it.” + </p> + <p> + Grace Carden's eyes sparkled in the firelight. “Go on,” she cried, + excitedly. + </p> + <p> + “The girl was loosed easily enough after that; but she was found to be in + a swoon; and not the least bruised, though ten villagers had been pulling + at her one after another.” + </p> + <p> + “And what became of her afterward?” + </p> + <p> + “She lived to be ninety-six, and died in my time. I think she had money + left her. But she never married; and when she was old she wandered about + the lanes, muttering, and frightening little boys, myself among the + number. But now my little story follows another actor of the tale.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I'm so glad it is not over.” + </p> + <p> + “No. The parson took the candle away, and it was never seen again. But, + somehow, it got wind that he had built it into the wall of the church; + perhaps he didn't say so, but was only understood to say so. However, + people used to look round the church for the place. And now comes the most + remarkable thing of all; three years ago the present rector repaired the + floor of the chancel, intending to put down encaustic tiles. Much to his + surprise, the workmen found plenty of old encaustic tiles; they had been + interred as rubbish at some period, when antiquity and beauty were less + respected than they are now, I suppose.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Raby broke in, “The Puritans. Barbarians! beasts! It was just like + them. Well, sir—?” + </p> + <p> + “When the rector found that, he excavated more than was absolutely + necessary for his purpose, and the deeper he went the more encaustic + tiles. In one place they got down to the foundation, and they found an oak + chest fast in the rock—a sort of channel had been cut in the rock + for this chest, or rather box (for it was only about eighteen inches + long), to lie in. The master mason was there luckily, and would not move + it till the rector had seen it. He was sent for, but half the parish was + there before him; and he tells me there were three theories firmly + established and proved, before he could finish his breakfast and get to + the spot. Theory of Wilder, the village grocer: 'It is treasure hidden by + them there sly old monks.' Mr. Wilder is a miser, and is known to lay up + money. He is, I believe, the only man left in the North Country who can + show you a hundred spade guineas.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Raby replied, energetically, “I respect him. Wilder forever! What was + the next theory?” + </p> + <p> + “The skeleton of a child. I forget who propounded this; but I believe it + carried the majority. But the old sexton gave it a blow. 'Nay, nay,' said + he; 'them's the notions of strangers. I was born here, and my father afore + me. It will be Molly Slater's candle, and naught else.' Then poor Molly's + whole story came up again over the suspected box. But I am very tedious.” + </p> + <p> + “Tedious! You are delightful, and thrilling, and pray go on. The rector + had the box opened?” + </p> + <p> + “On the spot.” + </p> + <p> + “Well!” + </p> + <p> + “The box went to pieces, in spite of all their care. But there was no + doubt as to its contents.” + </p> + <p> + Grace exclaimed, enthusiastically, “A candle. Oh, do say a candle!” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Coventry responded, “It's awfully tempting; but I suspect the + traditional part of my story is SLIGHTLY EMBELLISHED, so the historical + part must be accurate. What the box did really contain, to my knowledge, + was a rush-wick, much thicker than they are made nowadays: and this + rush-wick was impregnated with grease, and even lightly coated with a sort + of brown wafer-like paste. The rector thinks it was a combination of fine + dust from the box with the original grease. He shall show it you, if you + are curious to see it.” + </p> + <p> + “Of course we are curious. Oh, Mr. Raby, what a strange story. And how + well he told it.” + </p> + <p> + “Admirably. We must drink his health.” + </p> + <p> + “I'll wish it him instead, because I require all my reason just now to + understand his story. And I don't understand it, after all. There: you + found the candle, and so it is all true. But what does the rector think?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, he says there is no connection whatever between the rush-wick and—” + </p> + <p> + “Don't tell her what HE says,” cried Raby, with a sudden fury that made + Grace start and open her eyes. “I know the puppy. He is what is called a + divine nowadays; but used to be called a skeptic. There never was so + infidel an age. Socinus was content to prove Jesus Christ a man; but Renan + has gone and proved him a Frenchman. Nothing is so gullible as an + unbeliever. The right reverend father in God, Cocker, has gnawed away the + Old Testament: the Oxford doctors are nibbling away the New: nothing + escapes but the apocrypha: yet these same skeptics believe the impudent + lies, and monstrous arithmetic of geology, which babbles about a million + years, a period actually beyond the comprehension of the human intellect; + and takes up a jaw-bone, that some sly navvy has transplanted over-night + from the churchyard into Lord knows what stratum, fees the navvy, gloats + over the bone, and knocks the Bible down with it. No, Mr. Coventry, your + story is a good one, and well told; don't let us defile it with the + comments of a skeptical credulous pedant. Fill your glass, sir. Here's to + old religion, old stories, old songs, old houses, old wine, old friends, + or” (recovering himself with admirable grace) “to new friends that are to + be old ones ere we die. Come, let the stronger vessel drink, and the + weaker vessel sip, and all say together, after me— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Well may we all be, + Ill may we never see, + That make good company, + Beneath the roof of Raby.” + </pre> + <p> + When this rude rhyme had been repeated in chorus, there was a little + silence, and the conversation took a somewhat deeper tone. It began + through Grace asking Mr. Raby, with all the simplicity of youth, whether + he had ever seen anything supernatural with his own eyes. “For instance,” + said she, “this deserted church of yours, that you say the shepherd said + he saw on fire—did YOU see that?” + </p> + <p> + “Not I. Indeed, the church is not in sight from here. No, Grace, I never + saw any thing supernatural: and I am sorry for it, for I laugh at people's + notion that a dead man has any power to injure the living; how can a cold + wind come from a disembodied spirit? I am all that a ghost is, and + something more; and I only wish I COULD call the dead from their graves; + I'd soon have a dozen gentlemen and ladies out of that old church-yard + into this very room. And, if they would only come, you would see me + converse with them as civilly and as calmly as I am doing with you. The + fact is, I have some questions to put, which only the dead can answer—passages + in the family correspondence, referring to things I can't make out for the + life of me.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Mr. Raby, pray don't talk in this dreadful way, for fear they should + be angry and come.” And Grace looked fearfully round over her shoulder. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Raby shook his head; and there was a dead silence. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Raby broke it rather unexpectedly. “But,” said he, gravely, “if I have + seen nothing, I've heard something. Whether it was supernatural, I can't + say; but, at least, it was unaccountable and terrible. I have heard THE + GABRIEL HOUNDS.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Coventry and Grace looked at one another, and then inquired, almost in + a breath, what the Gabriel hounds were. + </p> + <p> + “A strange thing in the air that is said, in these parts, to foretell + calamity.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh dear!” said Grace, “this is thrilling again; pray tell us.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, one night I was at Hillsborough on business, and, as I walked by + the old parish church, a great pack of beagles, in full cry, passed close + over my head.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh!” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; they startled me, as I never was startled in my life before. I had + never heard of the Gabriel hounds then, and I was stupefied. I think I + leaned against the wall there full five minutes, before I recovered + myself, and went on.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh dear! But did any thing come of it?” + </p> + <p> + “You shall judge for yourself. I had left a certain house about an hour + and a half: there was trouble in that house, but only of a pecuniary kind. + To tell the truth, I came back with some money for them, or rather, I + should say, with the promise of it. I found the wife in a swoon: and, + upstairs, her husband lay dead by his own hand.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, my poor godpapa!” cried Grace, flinging her arm tenderly round his + neck. + </p> + <p> + “Ay, my child, and the trouble did not end there. Insult followed; + ingratitude; and a family feud, which is not healed yet, and never will be—till + she and her brat come on their knees to me.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Raby had no sooner uttered these last words with great heat, than he + was angry with himself. “Ah!” said he, “the older a man gets, the weaker. + To think of my mentioning that to you young people!” And he rose and + walked about the room in considerable agitation and vexation. “Curse the + Gabriel hounds! It is the first time I have spoken of them since that + awful night; it is the last I ever will speak of them. What they are, God, + who made them, knows. Only I pray I may never hear them again, nor any + friend of mine.” + </p> + <p> + Next morning Jael Dence came up to the hall, and almost the first question + Grace asked her was, whether she had ever heard of the Gabriel hounds. + </p> + <p> + Jael looked rather puzzled. Grace described them after Mr. Raby. + </p> + <p> + “Why, that will be Gabble Retchet,” said Jael. “I wouldn't talk much about + the like, if I was you, miss.” + </p> + <p> + But Grace persisted, and, at last, extracted from her that sounds had + repeatedly been heard in the air at night, as of a pack of hounds in full + cry, and that these hounds ran before trouble. “But,” said Jael, solemnly, + “they are not hounds at all; they are the souls of unbaptized children, + wandering in the air till the day of judgment.” + </p> + <p> + This description, however probable, had the effect of making Grace + disbelieve the phenomenon altogether, and she showed her incredulity by + humming a little air. + </p> + <p> + But Jael soon stopped that. “Oh, miss, pray don't do so. If you sing + before breakfast, you'll cry before supper.” + </p> + <p> + At breakfast, Mr. Coventry invited Miss Carden to go to the top of + Cairnhope Peak, and look over four counties. He also told her she could + see Bollinghope house, his own place, very well from the Peak. + </p> + <p> + Grace assented: and, immediately after breakfast, begged Jael to be in the + way to accompany her. She divined, with feminine quickness, that Mr. + Coventry would be very apt, if he pointed out Bollinghope House to her + from the top of a mountain, to say, “Will you be its mistress?” but, + possibly, she did not wish to be hurried, or it may have been only a mere + instinct, an irrational impulse of self-defense, with which the judgment + had nothing to do; or perhaps it was simple modesty. Any way, she engaged + Jael to be of the party. + </p> + <p> + It was talked of again at luncheon, and then Mr. Raby put in a word. “I + have one stipulation to make, young people, and that is that you go up the + east side, and down the same way. It is all safe walking on that side. I + shall send you in my four-wheel to the foot of the hill, and George will + wait for you there at the 'Colley Dog' public-house, and bring you home + again.” + </p> + <p> + This was, of course, accepted with thanks, and the four-wheel came round + at two o'clock. Jael was seated in front by the side of George, who drove; + Mr. Coventry and Grace, behind. He had his fur-cloak to keep his companion + warm on returning from the hill; but Mr. Raby, who did nothing by halves, + threw in some more wraps, and gave a warm one to Jael; she was a favorite + with him, as indeed were all the Dences. + </p> + <p> + They started gayly, and rattled off at a good pace. Before they had got + many yards on the high-road, they passed a fir-plantation, belonging to + Mr. Raby, and a magpie fluttered out of this, and flew across the road + before them. + </p> + <p> + Jael seized the reins, and pulled them so powerfully, she stopped the pony + directly. “Oh, the foul bird!” she cried, “turn back! turn back!” + </p> + <p> + “What for?” inquired Mr. Coventry. + </p> + <p> + “We shall meet with trouble else. One magpie! and right athwart us too.” + </p> + <p> + “What nonsense!” said Grace. + </p> + <p> + “Nay, nay, it is not; Squire knows better. Wait just one minute, till I + speak to Squire.” She sprang from the carriage with one bound, and, + holding up her dress with one hand, ran into the house like a lapwing. + </p> + <p> + “The good, kind, silly thing!” said Grace Carden. + </p> + <p> + Jael soon found Mr. Raby, and told him about the magpie, and begged him to + come out and order them back. + </p> + <p> + But Mr. Raby smiled, and shook his head. “That won't do. Young ladies and + gentlemen of the present day don't believe in omens.” + </p> + <p> + “But you do know better, sir. I have heard father say you were going into + Hillsborough with him one day, and a magpie flew across, and father + persuaded you to turn back.” + </p> + <p> + “That is true; he was going in to buy some merino sheep, and I to deposit + my rents in Carrington's bank. Next day the bank broke. And the merino + sheep all died within the year. But how many thousand times does a magpie + cross us and nothing come of it? Come, run away, my good girl, and don't + keep them waiting.” + </p> + <p> + Jael obeyed, with a sigh. She went back to her party—they were gone. + The carriage was just disappearing round a turn in the road. She looked at + it with amazement, and even with anger. It seemed to her a brazen act of + bad faith. + </p> + <p> + “I wouldn't have believed it of her,” said she, and went back to the + house, mortified and grieved. She did not go to Mr. Raby again; but he + happened to catch sight of her about an hour afterward, and called to her—“How + is this, Jael? Have you let them go alone, because of a magpie?” And he + looked displeased. + </p> + <p> + “Nay, sir: she gave me the slip, while I went to speak to you for her + good; and I call it a dirty trick, saving your presence. I told her I'd be + back in a moment.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, it is not her doing, you may be sure; it is the young gentleman. He + saw a chance to get her alone, and of course he took it. I am not very + well pleased; but I suppose she knows her own mind. It is to be a + marriage, no doubt.” He smoothed it over, but was a little put out, and + stalked away without another word: he had said enough to put Jael's bosom + in a flutter, and open a bright prospect to her heart; Miss Carden once + disposed of in marriage, what might she not hope? She now reflected, with + honest pride, that she had merited Henry's love by rare unselfishness. She + had advised him loyally, had even co-operated with him as far as any poor + girl, with her feelings for him, could do; and now Mr. Coventry was going + to propose marriage to her rival, and she believed Miss Carden would say + “yes,” though she could not in her heart believe that even Miss Carden did + not prefer the other. “Ay, lad,” said she, “if I am to win thee, I'll be + able to say I won thee fair.” + </p> + <p> + These sweet thoughts and hopes soon removed her temporary anger, and + nothing remained to dash the hopeful joy that warmed that large and loyal + heart this afternoon, except a gentle misgiving that Mr. Coventry might + make Grace a worse husband than she deserved. It was thus she read the + magpie, from three o'clock till six that afternoon. + </p> + <p> + When a man and a woman do any thing wrong, it is amusing to hear the + judgments of other men and women thereupon. The men all blame the man, and + the women all the woman. That is judgment, is it not? + </p> + <p> + But in some cases our pitch-farthing judgments must be either heads or + tails; so Mr. Raby, who had cried heads, when a Mrs. Raby would have cried + “woman,” was right; it WAS Mr. Coventry, and not Miss Carden, who leaned + over to George, and whispered, “A sovereign, to drive on without her! Make + some excuse.” + </p> + <p> + The cunning Yorkshire groom's eye twinkled at this, and he remained + passive a minute or two: then, said suddenly, with well-acted fervor, “I + can't keep the pony waiting in the cold, like this;” applied the whip, and + rattled off with such decision, that Grace did not like to interfere, + especially as George was known to be one of those hard masters, an old + servant. + </p> + <p> + So, by this little ruse, Mr. Coventry had got her all to himself for the + afternoon. And now she felt sure he would propose that very day. + </p> + <p> + She made no movement whatever either to advance or to avoid the + declaration. + </p> + <p> + It is five miles from Raby Hall, through Cairnhope village, to the eastern + foot of Cairnhope; and while George rattles them over the hard and frosty + road, I will tell the reader something about this young gentleman, who + holds the winning cards. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Frederick Coventry was a man of the world. He began life with a good + estate, and a large fund accumulated during his minority. + </p> + <p> + He spent all the money in learning the world at home and abroad; and, when + it was all gone, he opened one eye. + </p> + <p> + But, as a man cannot see very clear with a single orb, he exchanged + rouge-et-noir, etc., for the share-market, and, in other respects, lived + as fast as ever, till he had mortgaged his estate rather heavily. Then he + began to open both eyes. + </p> + <p> + Next, he fell in love with Grace Carden; and upon that he opened both eyes + very wide, and wished very much he had his time to live over again. + </p> + <p> + Nevertheless, he was not much to be pitied. He had still an estate which, + with due care, could pay off its incumbrances; and he had gathered some + valuable knowledge. He knew women better than most men, and he knew whist + profoundly. Above all, he had acquired what Voltaire justly calls “le + grand art de plaire;” he had studied this art, as many women study it, and + few men. Why, he even watched the countenance, and smoothed the rising + bristles of those he wished to please, or did not wish to displease. This + was the easier to him that he had no strong convictions on any great + topic. It is your plaguy convictions that make men stubborn and + disagreeable. + </p> + <p> + A character of this kind is very susceptible, either of good or evil + influences; and his attachment to Grace Carden was turning him the right + way. + </p> + <p> + Add to this a good figure and a distinguished air, and you have some + superficial idea of the gentleman toward whom Grace Carden found herself + drawn by circumstances, and not unwillingly, though not with that sacred + joy and thrill which marks a genuine passion. + </p> + <p> + They left George and the trap at the “Colley Dog,” and ascended the + mountain. There were no serious difficulties on this side; but still there + were little occasional asperities, that gave the lover an opportunity to + offer his arm; and Mr. Coventry threw a graceful devotion even into this + slight act of homage. He wooed her with perfect moderation at first; it + was not his business to alarm her at starting; he proceeded gradually; + and, by the time they had reached the summit, he had felt his way, and had + every reason to hope she would accept him. + </p> + <p> + At the summit the remarkable beauty of the view threw her into raptures, + and interrupted the more interesting topic on which he was bent. + </p> + <p> + But the man of the world showed no impatience (I don't say he felt none); + he answered all Grace's questions, and told her what all the places were. + </p> + <p> + But, by-and-by, the atmosphere thickened suddenly in that quarter, and he + then told her gently he had something to show her on the other side of the + knob. + </p> + <p> + He conducted her to a shed the shepherds had erected, and seated her on a + rude bench. “You must be a little tired,” he said. + </p> + <p> + Then he showed her, in the valley, one of those delightful old red brick + houses, with white stone facings. “That is Bollinghope.” + </p> + <p> + She looked at it with polite interest. + </p> + <p> + “Do you like it?” + </p> + <p> + “Very much. It warms the landscape so.” + </p> + <p> + He expected a more prosaic answer; but he took her cue. “I wish it was a + great deal prettier than it is, and its owner a much better man; richer—wiser—” + </p> + <p> + “You are hard to please, Mr. Coventry.” + </p> + <p> + “Miss Carden—Grace—may I call you Grace?” + </p> + <p> + “It seems to me you have done it.” + </p> + <p> + “But I had no right.” + </p> + <p> + “Then, of course, you will never do it again.” + </p> + <p> + “I should be very unhappy if I thought that. Miss Carden, I think you know + how dear you are to me, and have been ever since I first met you. I wish I + had ten times more to offer you than I have. But I am only a poor + gentleman, of good descent, but moderate means, as you see.” Comedie! + (Bollinghope was the sort of house that generally goes with L5000 a year + at least.) + </p> + <p> + “I don't care about your means, Mr. Coventry,” said Grace, with a lofty + smile. “It is your amiable character that I esteem.” + </p> + <p> + “You forgive me for loving you; for hoping that you will let me lead you + to my poor house there, as my adored wife?” + </p> + <p> + It had come; and, although she knew it was coming, yet her face was dyed + with blushes. + </p> + <p> + “I esteem you very much,” she faltered. “I thank you for the honor you do + me; but I—oh, pray, let me think what I am doing.” She covered her + face with her hands, and her bosom panted visibly. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Coventry loved her sincerely, and his own heart beat high at this + moment. He augured well from her agitation; but presently he saw something + that puzzled him, and gave a man of his experience a qualm. + </p> + <p> + A tear forced its way between her fingers; another, and another, soon + followed. + </p> + <p> + Coventry said to himself, “There's some other man.” And he sighed heavily; + but even in this moment of true and strong feeling he was on his guard, + and said nothing. + </p> + <p> + It was his wisest course. She was left to herself, and an amazing piece of + female logic came to Mr. Coventry's aid. She found herself crying, and got + frightened at herself. That, which would have made a man pause, had just + the opposite effect on her. She felt that no good could come to any body + of those wild and weak regrets that made her weep. She saw she had a + weakness and a folly to cure herself of; and the cure was at hand. There + was a magic in marriage; a gentleman could, somehow, MAKE a girl love him + when once she had married him. Mr. Coventry should be enabled to make her + love him; he should cure her of this trick of crying; it would be the best + thing for every body—for HIM, for Jael, for Mr. Coventry, and even + for herself. + </p> + <p> + She dried her eyes, and said, in a low, tremulous voice: “Have you spoken + to papa of—of this?” + </p> + <p> + “No. I waited to be authorized by you. May I speak to him?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “May I tell him—?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh I can't tell you what to tell him. How dark it is getting. Please take + me home.” Another tear or two. + </p> + <p> + Then, if Coventry had not loved her sincerely, and also been a man of the + world, he would have lost his temper; and if he had lost his temper, he + would have lost the lady, for she would have seized the first fair + opportunity to quarrel. But no, he took her hand gently, and set himself + to comfort her. He poured out his love to her, and promised her a life of + wedded happiness. He drew so delightful a picture of their wedded life, + and in a voice so winning, that she began to be consoled, and her tears + ceased. + </p> + <p> + “I believe you love me,” she murmured; “and I esteem you sincerely.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Coventry drew a family ring from his pocket. It was a sapphire of + uncommon beauty. + </p> + <p> + “This was my mother's,” said he. “Will you do me the honor to wear it, as + a pledge?” + </p> + <p> + But the actual fetter startled her, I think. She started up, and said, + “Oh, please take me home first! IT IS GOING TO SNOW.” + </p> + <p> + Call her slippery, if you don't like her; call her unhappy and wavering, + if you do like her. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Coventry smiled now at this attempt to put off the inevitable, and + complied at once. + </p> + <p> + But, before they had gone a hundred yards, the snow did really fall, and + so heavily that the air was darkened. + </p> + <p> + “We had better go back to the shed till it is over,” said Mr. Coventry. + </p> + <p> + “Do you think so?” said Grace, doubtfully. “Well.” + </p> + <p> + And they went back. + </p> + <p> + But the snow did not abate, and the air got darker. So, by-and-by, Grace + suggested that Mr. Coventry should run down the hill, and send George up + to her with an umbrella. + </p> + <p> + “What, and leave you alone?” said he. + </p> + <p> + “Well, then, we had better go together.” + </p> + <p> + They started together. + </p> + <p> + By this time the whole ground was covered about three inches deep; not + enough to impede their progress; but it had the unfortunate effect of + effacing the distinct features of the ground; and, as the declining sun + could no longer struggle successfully through the atmosphere, which was + half air, half snow, they were almost in darkness, and soon lost their + way. They kept slanting unconsciously to the left, till they got over one + of the forks of the mountain and into a ravine: they managed to get out of + that, and continued to descend; for the great thing they had to do was to + reach the valley, no matter where. + </p> + <p> + But, after a long laborious, and even dangerous descent, they found + themselves beginning to ascend. Another mountain or hill barred their + progress. Then they knew they must be all wrong, and began to feel rather + anxious. They wished they had stayed up on the hill. + </p> + <p> + They consulted together, and agreed to go on for the present; it might be + only a small rise in the ground. + </p> + <p> + And so it proved. After a while they found themselves descending again. + </p> + <p> + But now the path was full of pitfalls, hidden by the snow and the + darkness. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Coventry insisted on going first. + </p> + <p> + In this order they moved cautiously on, often stumbling. + </p> + <p> + Suddenly Mr. Coventry disappeared with a sudden plunge, and rolled down a + ravine, with a loud cry. + </p> + <p> + Grace stood transfixed with terror. + </p> + <p> + Then she called to him. + </p> + <p> + There was no answer. + </p> + <p> + She called again. + </p> + <p> + A faint voice replied that he was not much hurt, and would try to get back + to her. + </p> + <p> + This, however, was impossible, and all he could do was to scramble along + the bottom of the ravine. + </p> + <p> + Grace kept on the high ground, and they called to each other every moment. + They seemed to be a long way from each other; yet they were never sixty + yards apart. At last the descent moderated, and Grace rejoined him. + </p> + <p> + Then they kept in the hollow for some time, but at last found another + acclivity to mount: they toiled up it, laden with snow, yet perspiring + profusely with the exertion of toiling uphill through heather clogged with + heavy snow. + </p> + <p> + They reached the summit, and began to descend again. But now their hearts + began to quake. Men had been lost on Cairnhope before to-day, and never + found alive: and they were lost on Cairnhope; buried in the sinuosities of + the mountain, and in a tremendous snowstorm. + </p> + <p> + They wandered and staggered, sick at heart; since each step might be for + the worse. + </p> + <p> + They wandered and staggered, miserably; and the man began to sigh, and the + woman to cry. + </p> + <p> + At last they were so exhausted, they sat down in despair: and, in a few + minutes, they were a couple of snow-heaps. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Coventry was the first to see all the danger they ran by this course. + </p> + <p> + “For God's sake, let us go on!” he said; “if we once get benumbed, we are + lost. We MUST keep moving, till help comes to us.” + </p> + <p> + Then they staggered, and stumbled on again, till they both sank into a + deep snow-drift. + </p> + <p> + They extricated themselves, but, oh, when they felt that deep cold snow + all round them, it was a foretaste of the grave. + </p> + <p> + The sun had set, it was bitterly cold, and still the enormous flakes fell, + and doubled the darkness of the night. + </p> + <p> + They staggered and stumbled on, not now with any hope of extricating + themselves from the fatal mountain, but merely to keep the blood alive in + their veins. And, when they were exhausted, they sat down, and soon were + heaps of snow. + </p> + <p> + While they sat thus, side by side, thinking no more of love, or any other + thing but this: should they ever see the sun rise, or sit by a fireside + again? suddenly they heard a sound in the air behind them, and, in a + moment, what seemed a pack of hounds in full cry passed close over their + heads. + </p> + <p> + They uttered a loud cry. + </p> + <p> + “We are saved!” cried Grace. “Mr. Raby is hunting us with his dogs. That + was the echo.” + </p> + <p> + Coventry groaned. “What scent would lie?” said he. “Those hounds were in + the air; a hundred strong.” + </p> + <p> + Neither spoke for a moment, and then it was Grace who broke the terrible + silence. + </p> + <p> + “THE GABRIEL HOUNDS!” + </p> + <p> + “The Gabriel hounds; that run before calamity! Mr. Coventry, there's + nothing to be done now, but to make our peace with God. For you are a dead + man, and I'm a dead woman. My poor papa! poor Mr. Little!” + </p> + <p> + She kneeled down on the snow, and prayed patiently, and prepared to + deliver up her innocent soul to Him who gave it. + </p> + <p> + Not so her companion. He writhed away from death. He groaned, he sighed, + he cursed, he complained. What was Raby thinking of, to let them perish? + </p> + <p> + Presently he shouted out—“I'll not die this dog's death, I will not. + I'll save myself, and come back for you.” + </p> + <p> + The girl prayed on, and never heeded him. + </p> + <p> + But he was already on his feet, and set off to run: and he actually did go + blundering on for a furlong and more, and fell into a mountain-stream, + swollen by floods, which whirled him along with it like a feather, it was + not deep enough to drown him by submersion, but it rolled him over and + over again, and knocked him against rocks and stones, and would infallibly + have destroyed him, but that a sudden sharp turn in the current drove him, + at last, against a projecting tree, which he clutched, and drew himself + out with infinite difficulty. But when he tried to walk, his limbs gave + way; and he sank fainting on the ground, and the remorseless snow soon + covered his prostrate body. + </p> + <p> + All this time, Grace Carden was kneeling on the snow, and was, literally a + heap of snow. She was patient and composed now, and felt a gentle sleep + stealing over. + </p> + <p> + That sleep would have been her death. + </p> + <p> + But, all of a sudden something heavy touched her clothes, and startled + her, and two dark objects passed her. + </p> + <p> + They were animals. + </p> + <p> + In a moment it darted through her mind that animals are wiser than man in + some things. She got up with difficulty, for her limbs were stiffened, and + followed them. + </p> + <p> + The dark forms struggled on before. They knew the ground, and soon took + her to the edge of that very stream into which Coventry had fallen. + </p> + <p> + They all three went within a yard of Mr. Coventry, and still they pursued + their way; and Grace hoped they were making for some shelter. She now + called aloud to Mr. Coventry, thinking he must be on before her. But he + had not recovered his senses. + </p> + <p> + Unfortunately, the cry startled the sheep, and they made a rush, and she + could not keep up with them: she toiled, she called, she prayed for + strength; but they left her behind, and she could see their very forms no + more. Then she cried out in agony, and still, with that power of + self-excitement, which her sex possess in an eminent degree, she struggled + on and on, beyond her strength till, at last, she fell down from sheer + exhaustion, and the snow fell fast upon her body. + </p> + <p> + But, even as she lay, she heard a tinkling. She took it for sheep-bells, + and started up once more, and once more cried to Mr. Coventry; and this + time he heard her, and shook off his deadly lethargy, and tried to hobble + toward her voice. + </p> + <p> + Meantime, Grace struggled toward the sound, and lo, a light was before + her, a light gleaming red and dullish in the laden atmosphere. With her + remnant of life and strength, she dashed at it, and found a wall in her + way. She got over it somehow, and saw the light quite close, and heard the + ringing of steel on steel. + </p> + <p> + She cried out for help, for she felt herself failing. She tottered along + the wall of the building, searching for a door. She found the porch. She + found the church door. But by this time she was quite spent; her senses + reeled; her cry was a moan. + </p> + <p> + She knocked once with her hands. She tried to knock again; but the door + flew suddenly open, and, in the vain endeavor to knock again, her helpless + body, like a pillar of snow, fell forward; but Henry Little caught her + directly, and then she clutched him feebly, by mere instinct. + </p> + <p> + He uttered a cry of love and alarm. She opened her filmy eyes, and stared + at him. Her cold neck and white cheek rested on his bare and glowing arm. + </p> + <p> + The moment he saw it was really Grace Carden that had fallen inanimate + into his arms, Henry Little uttered a loud cry of love and terror, and, + putting his other sinewy arm under her, carried her swiftly off to his + fires, uttering little moans of fear and pity as he went; he laid her down + by the fire, and darted to the forge, and blew it to a white heat; and + then darted back to her, and kissed her cold hands with pretty moans of + love; and then blew up the other fires; and then back to her, and patted + her hands, and kissed them with all his soul, and drew them to his bosom + to warm them; and drew her head to his heart to warm her; and all with + pretty moans of love, and fear, and pity; and the tears rained out of his + eyes at sight of her helpless condition, and the tears fell upon her brow + and her hands; and all this vitality and love soon electrified her; she + opened her eyes, and smiled faintly, but such a smile, and murmured, “It's + you,” and closed her eyes again. + </p> + <p> + Then he panted out, “Yes, it is I,—a friend. I won't hurt you—I + won't tell you how I love you any more—only live! Don't give way. + You shall marry who you like. You shall never be thwarted, nor worried, + nor made love to again; only be brave and live; don't rob the world of the + only angel that is in it. Have mercy, and live! I'll never ask more of you + than that. Oh, how pale! I am frightened. Cursed fires, have you no warmth + IN you?” And he was at the bellows again. And the next moment back to her, + imploring her, and sighing over her, and saying the wildest, sweetest, + drollest things, such as only those who love can say, in moments when + hearts are bursting. + </p> + <p> + How now? Her cheek that was so white is pink—pinker—red—scarlet. + She is blushing. + </p> + <p> + She had closed her eyes at love's cries. Perhaps she was not altogether + unwilling to hear that divine music of the heart, so long as she was not + bound to reply and remonstrate—being insensible. + </p> + <p> + But now she speaks, faintly, but clearly, “Don't he frightened. I promise + not to die. Pray don't cry so.” Then she put out her hand to him, and + turned her head away, and cried herself, gently, but plenteously. + </p> + <p> + Henry, kneeling by her, clasped the hand she lent him with both his, and + drew it to his panting heart in ecstasy. + </p> + <p> + Grace's cheeks were rosy red. + </p> + <p> + They remained so a little while in silence. + </p> + <p> + Henry's heart was too full of beatitude to speak. He drew her a little + nearer to the glowing fires, to revive her quite; but still kneeled by + her, and clasped her hand to his heart. She felt it beat, and turned her + blushing brow away, but made no resistance: she was too weak. + </p> + <p> + “Halloo!” cried a new voice, that jarred with the whole scene; and Mr. + Coventry hobbled in sight. He gazed in utter amazement on the picture + before him. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0012" id="link2HCH0012"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XII. + </h2> + <p> + Grace snatched her hand from Henry, and raised herself with a vigor that + contrasted with her late weakness. “Oh, it is Mr. Coventry. How wicked of + me to forget him for a moment. Thank Heaven you are alive. Where have you + been?” + </p> + <p> + “I fell into the mountain stream, and it rolled me down, nearly to here. I + think I must have fainted on the bank. I found myself lying covered with + snow; it was your beloved voice that recalled me to life.” + </p> + <p> + Henry turned yellow, and rose to his feet. + </p> + <p> + Grace observed him, and replied, “Oh, Mr. Coventry, this is too + high-flown. Let us both return thanks to the Almighty, who has preserved + us, and, in the next place, to Mr. Little: we should both be dead but for + him.” Then, before he could reply, she turned to Little, and said, + beseechingly, “Mr. Coventry has been the companion of my danger.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I'll do the best I can for him,” said Henry, doggedly. “Draw nearer + the fire, sir.” He then put some coal on the forge, and blew up an amazing + fire: he also gave the hand-bellows to Mr. Coventry, and set him to blow + at the small grates in the mausoleum. He then produced a pair of woolen + stockings. “Now, Miss Carden,” said he, “just step into that pew, if you + please, and make a dressing-room of it.” + </p> + <p> + She demurred, faintly, but he insisted, and put her into the great pew, + and shut her in. + </p> + <p> + “And now, please take off your shoes and stockings, and hand them over the + pew to me.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Mr. Little: you are giving yourself so much trouble.” + </p> + <p> + “Nonsense. Do what you are bid.” He said this a little roughly. + </p> + <p> + “I'll do whatever YOU bid me,” said she, meekly: and instantly took off + her dripping shoes, and stockings, and handed them over the pew. She + received, in return, a nice warm pair of worsted stockings. + </p> + <p> + “Put on these directly,” said he, “while I warm your shoes.” + </p> + <p> + He dashed all the wet he could out of the shoes, and, taking them to the + forge, put hot cinders in: he shook the cinders up and down the shoes so + quickly, they had not time to burn, but only to warm and dry them. He + advised Coventry to do the same, and said he was sorry he had only one + pair of stockings to lend. And that was a lie: for he was glad he had only + one pair to lend. When he had quite dried the shoes, he turned round, and + found Grace was peeping over the pew, and looking intolerably lovely in + the firelight. He kissed the shoes furtively, and gave them to her. She + shook her head in a remonstrating way, but her eyes filled. + </p> + <p> + He turned away, and, rousing all his generous manhood, said, “Now you must + both eat something, before you go.” He produced a Yorkshire pie, and some + bread, and a bottle of wine. He gave Mr. Coventry a saucepan, and set him + to heat the wine; then turned up his sleeves to the shoulder, blew his + bellows, and, with his pincers, took a lath of steel and placed it in the + white embers. “I have only got one knife, and you won't like to eat with + that. I must forge you one apiece.” + </p> + <p> + Then Grace came out, and stood looking on, while he forged knives, like + magic, before the eyes of his astonished guests. Her feet were now as warm + as a toast, and her healthy young body could resist all the rest. She + stood, with her back to the nearest pew, and her hands against the pew + too, and looked with amazement, and dreamy complacency, at the strange + scene before her: a scene well worthy of Salvator Rosa; though, in fact, + that painter never had the luck to hit on so variegated a subject. + </p> + <p> + Three broad bands of light shot from the fires, expanding in size, but + weakening in intensity. These lights, and the candles at the west end, + revealed in a strange combination the middle ages, the nineteenth century, + and eternal nature. + </p> + <p> + Nature first. Snow gleaming on the windows. Oh, it was cozy to see it + gleam and sparkle, and to think “Aha! you all but killed me; now King Fire + warms both thee and me.” Snow-flakes, of enormous size, softly descending, + and each appearing a diamond brooch, as it passed through the channels of + fiery light. + </p> + <p> + The middle ages. Massive old arches, chipped, and stained; a moldering + altar-piece, dog's-eared (Henry had nailed it up again all but the top + corner, and in it still faintly gleamed the Virgin's golden crown). + Pulpit, richly carved, but moldering: gaunt walls, streaked and stained by + time. At the west end, one saint—the last of many—lit by two + candles, and glowing ruby red across the intervening gulf of blackness: on + the nearest wall an inscription, that still told, in rusty letters, how + Giles de la Beche had charged his lands with six merks a year forever, to + buy bread and white watered herrings, the same to be brought into + Cairnhope Church every Sunday in Lent, and given to two poor men and four + women; and the same on Good Friday with a penny dole, and, on that day, + the clerk to toll the bell at three of the clock after noon, and read the + lamentation of a sinner, and receive one groat. + </p> + <p> + Ancient monuments, sculptures with here an arm gone, and here a head, that + yet looked half-alive in the weird and partial light. + </p> + <p> + And between one of those mediaeval sculptures, and that moldering picture + of the Virgin, stood a living horse, munching his corn; and in the + foreground was a portable forge, a mausoleum turned into fires and hot + plate, and a young man, type of his century, forging table-knives amidst + the wrecks of another age. + </p> + <p> + When Grace had taken in the whole scene with wonder, her eye was absorbed + by this one figure, a model of manly strength, and skill, and grace. How + lightly he stepped: how easily his left arm blew the coals to a white + heat, with blue flames rising from them. How deftly he drew out the white + steel. With what tremendous force his first blows fell, and scattered hot + steel around. Yet all that force was regulated to a hair—he beat, he + molded, he never broke. Then came the lighter blows; and not one left the + steel as it found it. In less than a minute the bar was a blade, it was + work incredibly unlike his method in carving; yet, at a glance, Grace saw + it was also perfection, but in an opposite style. In carving, the hand of + a countess; in forging, a blacksmith's arm. + </p> + <p> + She gazed with secret wonder and admiration; and the comparison was to the + disadvantage of Mr. Coventry; for he sat shivering, and the other seemed + all power. And women adore power. + </p> + <p> + When Little had forged the knives and forks, and two deep saucers, with + magical celerity, he plunged them into water a minute, and they hissed; he + sawed off the rim of a pew, and fitted handles. + </p> + <p> + Then he washed his face and hands, and made himself dry and glowing; let + down his sleeves, and served them some Yorkshire pie, and bread, and salt, + and stirred a little sugar into the wine, and poured it into the saucers. + </p> + <p> + “Now eat a bit, both of you, before you go.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Coventry responded at once to the invitation. + </p> + <p> + But Grace said, timidly, “Yes, if you will eat with us.” + </p> + <p> + “No, no,” said he. “I've not been perished with snow, nor rolled in a + river.” + </p> + <p> + Grace hesitated still; but Coventry attacked the pie directly. It was + delicious. “By Jove, sir,” said he, “you are the prince of blacksmiths.” + </p> + <p> + “Blacksmiths!” said Grace, coloring high. But Little only smiled + satirically. + </p> + <p> + Grace, who was really faint with hunger, now ate a little; and then the + host made her sip some wine. + </p> + <p> + The food and wine did Mr. Coventry so much good, that he began to recover + his superiority, and expressed his obligations to Henry in a tone which + was natural, and not meant to be offensive; but yet, it was so, under all + the circumstances: there was an underlying tone of condescension, it made + Grace fear he would offer Henry his purse at leaving. + </p> + <p> + Henry himself writhed under it; but said nothing. Grace, however, saw his + ire, his mortification, and his jealousy in his face, and that irritated + her; but she did not choose to show either of the men how much it angered + her. + </p> + <p> + She was in a most trying situation, and all the woman's wit and tact were + keenly on their guard. + </p> + <p> + What she did was this; she did not utter one word of remonstrance, but she + addressed most of her remarks to Mr. Little; and, though the remarks were + nothing in themselves, she contrived to throw profound respect into them. + Indeed, she went beyond respect. She took the tone of an inferior + addressing a superior. + </p> + <p> + This was nicely calculated to soothe Henry, and also to make Coventry, who + was a man of tact, change his own manner. + </p> + <p> + Nor was it altogether without that effect. But then it annoyed Coventry, + and made him wish to end it. + </p> + <p> + After a while he said, “My dear Grace, it can't be far from Raby Hall. I + think you had better let me take you home at once.” + </p> + <p> + Grace colored high, and bit her lip. + </p> + <p> + Henry was green with jealous anguish. + </p> + <p> + “Are you quite recovered yourself?” said Grace, demurely, to Mr. Coventry. + </p> + <p> + “Quite; thanks to this good fellow's hospitality.” + </p> + <p> + “Then WOULD you mind going to Raby, and sending some people for me? I + really feel hardly equal to fresh exertion just yet.” + </p> + <p> + This proposal brought a flush of pleasure to Henry's cheek, and mortified + Mr. Coventry cruelly in his turn. + </p> + <p> + “What, go and leave you here? Surely you can not be serious.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I don't wish you to leave me. Only you seemed in a hurry.” + </p> + <p> + Henry was miserable again. + </p> + <p> + Coventry did not let well alone, he alluded delicately but tenderly to + what had passed between them, and said he could not bear her out of his + sight until she was safe at Raby. The words and the tone were those of a + lover, and Henry was in agony: thereupon Grace laughed it off, “Not bear + me out of your sight!” said she. “Why, you ran away from me, and tumbled + into the river. Ha! ha! ha! And” (very seriously) “we should both be in + another world but for Mr. Little.” + </p> + <p> + “You are very cruel,” said Mr. Coventry. “When you gave up in despair, I + ran for help. You punish me for failure; punish me savagely.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I was ungenerous,” said Grace. “Forgive me.” But she said it rather + coolly, and not with a very penitent air. + </p> + <p> + She added an explanation more calculated to please Henry than him. “Your + gallantry is always graceful; and it is charming, in a drawing-room; but + in this wild place, and just after escaping the grave, let us talk like + sensible people. If you and I set out for Raby Hall alone, we shall lose + our way again, and perish, to a certainty. But I think Mr. Little must + know the way to Raby Hall.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, then,” said Coventry, catching at her idea, “perhaps Mr. Little would + add to the great obligation, under which he has laid us both, by going to + Raby Hall and sending assistance hither.” + </p> + <p> + “I can't do that,” said Henry, roughly. + </p> + <p> + “And that is not at all what I was going to propose,” said Grace, quietly. + “But perhaps you would be so good as to go with us to Raby Hall? Then I + should feel safe; and I want Mr. Raby to thank you, for I feel how cold + and unmeaning all I have said to you is; I seem to have no words.” Her + voice faltered, and her sweet eyes filled. + </p> + <p> + “Miss Carden,” said the young man, gravely, “I can't do that. Mr. Raby is + no friend of mine, and he is a bigoted old man, who would turn me out of + this place if he knew. Come, now, when you talk about gratitude to me for + not letting you be starved to death, you make me blush. Is there a man in + the world that wouldn't? But this I do say; it would be rather hard if you + two were to go away, and cut my throat in return; and, if you open your + mouths ever so little, either of you, you WILL cut my throat. Why, ask + yourselves, have I set up my workshop in such a place as this—by + choice? It takes a stout heart to work here, I can tell you, and a stout + heart to sleep here over dead bones.” + </p> + <p> + “I see it all. The Trades Unions!” + </p> + <p> + “That is it. So, now, there are only two ways. You must promise me never + to breathe a word to any living soul, or I must give up my livelihood, and + leave the country.” + </p> + <p> + “What can not you trust me? Oh, Mr. Little!” + </p> + <p> + “No, no; it's this gentleman. He is a stranger to me, you know; and, you + see, my life may be at stake, as well as my means.” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Coventry is a gentleman, and a man of honor. He is incapable of + betraying you.” + </p> + <p> + “I should hope so,” said Coventry. “I pledge you the word of a gentleman I + will never let any human creature know that you are working here.” + </p> + <p> + “Give me your hand on that, if you please.” + </p> + <p> + Coventry gave him his hand with warmth and evident sincerity. + </p> + <p> + Young Little was reassured. “Come,” said he, “I feel I can trust you both. + And, sir, Miss Carden will tell you what happened to me in Cheetham's + works; and then you will understand what I risk upon your honor.” + </p> + <p> + “I accept the responsibility; and I thank you for giving me this + opportunity to show you how deeply I feel indebted to you.” + </p> + <p> + “That is square enough. Well, now my mind is at ease about that, I'll tell + you what I'll do; I won't take you quite to Raby Hall; but I'll take you + so near to it, you can't miss it; and then I'll go back to my work.” + </p> + <p> + He sighed deeply at the lonely prospect, and Grace heard him. + </p> + <p> + “Come,” said he, almost violently, and led the way out of church. But he + stayed behind to lock the door, and then joined them. + </p> + <p> + They all three went together, Grace in the middle. + </p> + <p> + There was now but little snow falling, and the air was not so thick; but + it was most laborious walking, and soon Mr. Coventry, who was stiff and in + pain, fell a little behind, and groaned as he hobbled on. + </p> + <p> + Grace whispered to Henry: “Be generous. He has hurt himself so.” + </p> + <p> + This made Henry groan in return. But he said nothing. He just turned back + to Coventry—“You can't get on without help, sir; lean on me.” + </p> + <p> + The act was friendly, the tone surly. Coventry accepted the act, and noted + the tone in his memory. + </p> + <p> + When Grace had done this, she saw Henry misunderstood it, and she was + sorry, and waited an opportunity to restore the balance; but, ere one + came, a bell was heard in the air; the great alarm-bell of Raby Hall. + </p> + <p> + Then faint voices were heard of people calling to each other here and + there in the distance. + </p> + <p> + “What is it?” asked Grace. + </p> + <p> + Henry replied, “What should it be? The whole country is out after you. Mr + Raby has sense enough for that.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I hope they will not see the light in the church, and find you out.” + </p> + <p> + “You are very good to think of that. Ah! There's a bonfire: and here comes + a torch. I must go and quench my fires. Good-by, Miss Carden. + Good-evening, sir.” + </p> + <p> + With this, he retired: but, as he went, he sighed. + </p> + <p> + Grace said to Coventry, “Oh, I forgot to ask him a question;” and ran + after him. “Mr. Little!” + </p> + <p> + He heard and came back to her. + </p> + <p> + She was violently agitated. “I can't leave you so,” she said. “Give me + your hand.” + </p> + <p> + He gave it to her. + </p> + <p> + “I mortified you; and you have saved me.” She took his hand, and, holding + it gently in both her little palms, sobbed out,—“Oh, think of + something I can do, to show my gratitude, my esteem. Pray, pray, pray.” + </p> + <p> + “Wait two years for me.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, not that. I don't mean that.” + </p> + <p> + “That or nothing. In two years, I'll be as good a gentleman as HE is. I'm + not risking my life in that church, for nothing. If you have one grain of + pity or esteem for me, wait two years.” + </p> + <p> + “Incurable!” she murmured: but he was gone. + </p> + <p> + Coventry heard the prayer. That was loud and earnest enough. Her reply he + could not bear. + </p> + <p> + She rejoined him, and the torch came rapidly forward. + </p> + <p> + It was carried by a lass, with her gown pinned nearly to her knees, and + displaying grand and powerful limbs; she was crying, like the tenderest + woman, and striding through the snow, like a young giant. + </p> + <p> + When the snow first came down, Mr. Raby merely ordered large fires to be + lighted and fed in his guests' bedrooms; he feared nothing worse for them + than a good wetting. + </p> + <p> + When dinner-time came, without them, he began to be anxious, and sent a + servant to the little public-house, to inquire if they were there. + </p> + <p> + The servant had to walk through the snow, and had been gone about an hour, + and Mr. Raby was walking nervously up and down the hall, when Jael Dence + burst in at the front door, as white as a sheet, and gasped out in his + face: “THE GABRIEL HOUNDS!!” + </p> + <p> + Raby ran out directly, and sure enough, that strange pack were passing in + full cry over the very house. It was appalling. He was dumb with awe for a + moment. Then he darted into the kitchen and ordered them to ring the great + alarm-bell incessantly; then into the yard, and sent messengers to the + village, and to all his tenants, and in about an hour there were fifty + torches, and as many sheep-bells, directed upon Cairnhope hill; and, as + men and boys came in from every quarter, to know why Raby's great + alarm-bell was ringing, they were armed with torches and sent up + Cairnhope. + </p> + <p> + At last the servant returned from “The Colley Dog,” with the alarming + tidings that Miss Carden and Mr. Coventry had gone up the hill, and never + returned. This, however, was hardly news. The Gabriel hounds always ran + before calamity. + </p> + <p> + At about eleven o'clock, there being still no news of them, Jael Dence + came to Mr. Raby wringing her hands. “Why do all the men go east for + them?” + </p> + <p> + “Because they are on the east side.” + </p> + <p> + “How can ye tell that? They have lost their way.” + </p> + <p> + “I am afraid so,” groaned Raby. + </p> + <p> + “Then why do you send all the men as if they hadn't lost their way? East + side of Cairnhope! why that is where they ought to be, but it is not where + they are, man.” + </p> + <p> + “You are a good girl, and I'm a fool,” cried Raby. “Whoever comes in after + this, I'll send them up by the old church.” + </p> + <p> + “Give me a torch, and I'll run myself.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, do, and I'll put on my boots, and after you.” + </p> + <p> + Then Jael got a torch, and kilted her gown to her knees, and went striding + through the snow with desperate vigor, crying as she went, for her fear + was great and her hope was small, from the moment she heard the Gabriel + hounds. + </p> + <p> + Owing to the torch, Grace saw her first, and uttered a little scream; a + loud scream of rapture replied: the torch went anywhere, and gentle and + simple were locked in each other's arms, Jael sobbing for very joy after + terror, and Grace for sympathy, and also because she wanted to cry, on + more accounts than one. + </p> + <p> + Another torch came on, and Jael cried triumphantly, “This way, Squire. She + is here!” and kissed her violently again. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Raby came up, and took her in his arms, without a word, being broken + with emotion: and, after he had shaken Coventry by both hands, they all + turned homeward, and went so fast that Coventry gave in with a groan. + </p> + <p> + Then Grace told Jael what had befallen him, and just then another torch + came in, held by George the blacksmith, who, at sight of the party, + uttered a stentorian cheer, and danced upon the snow. + </p> + <p> + “Behave, now,” said Jael, “and here's the gentleman sore hurt in the + river; Geordie, come and make a chair with me.” + </p> + <p> + George obeyed and put out his hands, with the fingers upward, Jael did the + same, with the fingers downward: they took hands, and, putting their + stalwart arms under Coventry, told him to fling an arm round each of their + necks: he did so, and up he went; he was no more than a feather to this + pair, the strongest man and woman in Cairnhope. + </p> + <p> + As they went along, he told them his adventure in the stream, and, when + they heard it, they ejaculated to each other, and condoled with him + kindly, and assured him he was alive by a miracle. + </p> + <p> + They reached Raby, and, in the great hall, the Squire collected his people + and gave his orders. “Stop the bell. Broach a barrel of ale, and keep open + house, so long as malt, and bacon, and cheese last. Turn neither body nor + beast from my door this night, or may God shut His gate in your faces. + Here are two guineas, George, to ring the church-bells, you and your + fellows; but sup here first. Cans of hot water upstairs, for us. Lay + supper, instead of dinner; brew a bowl of punch. Light all the Yule + candles, as if it was Christmas eve. But first down on your knees, all of + ye, whilst I thank God, who has baffled those Gabriel Hell-hounds for + once, and saved a good man and a bonny lass from a dog's death.” + </p> + <p> + They all went down on their knees, on the marble floor, directly, and the + Squire uttered a few words of hearty thanksgiving, and there was scarcely + a dry eye. + </p> + <p> + Then the guests went upstairs, and had their hot baths, and changed their + clothes, and came down to supper in the blazing room. + </p> + <p> + Whilst they were at supper, the old servant who waited on them said + something in a low voice to his master. He replied that he would speak to + the man in the hall. + </p> + <p> + As soon as he was gone, Miss Carden said in French, “Did you hear that?” + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I did. Now, mind your promise. We shall have to fib. You had better + say nothing. Let me speak for you; ladies fib so much better than + gentlemen.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Raby came back, and Grace waited to see if he would tell her. I don't + think he intended to, at first: but he observed her eyes inquiring, and + said, “One of the men, who was out after you tonight, has brought in word + there is a light in Cairnhope old church.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you believe it?” + </p> + <p> + “No. But it is a curious thing; a fortnight ago (I think, I told you) a + shepherd brought me the same story. He had seen the church on fire; at + least he said so. But mark the paralyzing effect of superstition. My + present informant no sooner saw this light—probably a reflection + from one of the distant torches—than he coolly gave up searching for + you. 'They are dead,' says he, 'and the spirits in the old church are + saying mass for their souls. I'll go to supper.' So he came here to drink + my ale, and tell his cock-and-bull story.” + </p> + <p> + Grace put in her word with a sweet, candid face. “Sir, if there had been a + light in that church, should we not have seen it?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, of course you would: you must have been within a hundred yards of it + in your wanderings. I never thought of that.” + </p> + <p> + Grace breathed again. + </p> + <p> + “However, we shall soon know. I have sent George and another man right up + to the church to look. It is quite clear now.” + </p> + <p> + Grace felt very anxious, but she forced on a careless air. “And suppose, + after all, there should be a light?” + </p> + <p> + “Then George has his orders to come back and tell me; if there is a light, + it is no ghost nor spirit, but some smuggler, or poacher, or vagrant, who + is desecrating that sacred place; and I shall turn out with fifty men, and + surround the church, and capture the scoundrel, and make an example of + him.” + </p> + <p> + Grace turned cold and looked at Mr. Coventry. She surprised a twinkle of + satisfaction in his eye. She never forgot it. + </p> + <p> + She sat on thorns, and was so distraite she could hardly answer the + simplest question. + </p> + <p> + At last, after an hour of cruel suspense, the servant came in, and said, + “George is come back, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, please let him come in here, and tell us.” + </p> + <p> + “By all means. Send him in.” + </p> + <p> + George appeared, the next moment, in the doorway. “Well?” said Mr. Raby. + </p> + <p> + “Well?” said Grace, pale, but self-possessed. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said George, sulkily, “it is all a lie. Th' old church is as black + as my hat.” + </p> + <p> + “I thought as much,” said Mr. Raby. “There, go and get your supper.” + </p> + <p> + Soon after this Grace went up to bed, and Jael came to her, and they + talked by the fire while she was curling her hair. She was in high + spirits, and Jael eyed her with wonder and curiosity. + </p> + <p> + “But, miss,” said Jael, “the magpie was right. Oh, the foul bird! That's + the only bird that wouldn't go into the ark with Noah and his folk.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed! I was not aware of the circumstance.” + </p> + <p> + “'Twas so, miss; and I know the reason. A very old woman told me.” + </p> + <p> + “She must have been very old indeed, to be an authority on that subject. + Well, what was the reason?” + </p> + <p> + “She liked better to perch on the roof of th' ark, and jabber over the + drowning world; that was why. So, ever after that, when a magpie flies + across, turn back, or look to meet ill-luck.” + </p> + <p> + “That is to say the worst creatures are stronger than their Creator, and + can bring us bad luck against His will. And you call yourself a Christian? + Why this is Paganism. They were frightened at ravens, and you at magpies. + A fig for your magpies! and another for your Gabriel hounds! God is high + above them all.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, sure; but these are signs of His will. Trouble and all comes from + God. And so, whenever you see a magpie, or hear those terrible hounds—” + </p> + <p> + “Then tremble! for it is all to end in a bowl of punch, and a roaring + fire; and Mr. Raby, that passes for a Tartar, being so kind to me; and me + being in better spirits than I have been for ever so long.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, miss!” + </p> + <p> + “And oh, miss, to you. Why, what is the matter? I have been in danger! + Very well; am I the first? I have had an adventure! All the better. + Besides, it has shown me what good hearts there are in the world, yours + amongst the rest.” (Kissing her.) “Now don't interrupt, but listen to the + words of the wise and their dark sayings. Excitement is a blessing. Young + ladies need it more than anybody. Half the foolish things we do, it is + because the old people are so stupid and don't provide us enough innocent + excitement. Dancing till five is a good thing now and then; only that is + too bodily, and ends in a headache, and feeling stupider than before. But + to-night, what glorious excitement! Too late for dinner—drenched + with snow—lost on a mountain—anxiety—fear—the + Gabriel hounds—terror—despair—resignation—sudden + relief—warm stockings—delightful sympathy—petted on + every side—hungry—happy—fires—punch! I never lived + till to-night—I never relished life till now. How could I? I never + saw Death nor Danger near enough to be worth a straw.” + </p> + <p> + Jael made no attempt to arrest this flow of spirits. She waited quietly + for a single pause, and then she laid her hand on the young lady's, and, + fastening her eyes on her, she said quietly,— + </p> + <p> + “You have seen HIM.” + </p> + <p> + Grace Carden's face was scarlet in a moment, and she looked with a rueful + imploring glance, into those great gray searching eyes of Jael Dence. + </p> + <p> + Her fine silvery tones of eloquence went off into a little piteous whine + “You are very cunning—to believe in a magpie.” And she hid her + blushing face in her hands. She took an early opportunity of sending this + too sagacious rustic to bed. + </p> + <p> + Next day Mr. Coventry was so stiff and sore he did not come down to + breakfast. But Grace Carden, though very sleepy, made her appearance, and + had a most affectionate conversation with Mr. Raby. She asked leave to + christen him again. “I must call you something, you know, after all this. + Mr. Raby is cold. Godpapa is childish. What do you say to—'Uncle'?” + </p> + <p> + He said he should be delighted. Then she dipped her forefinger in water. + He drew back with horror. + </p> + <p> + “Come, young lady,” said he, “I know it is an age of burlesque. But let us + spare the sacraments, and the altar, and such trifles.” + </p> + <p> + “I am not half so wicked as you think,” said Grace. Then she wrote “Uncle” + on his brow, and so settled that matter. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Coventry came down about noon, and resumed his courtship. He was very + tender, spoke of the perils they had endured together as an additional + tie, and pressed his suit with ardor. + </p> + <p> + But he found a great change in the lady. + </p> + <p> + Yesterday, on Cairnhope Peak, she was passive, but soft and complying. + To-day she was polite, but cool, and as slippery as an eel. There was no + pinning her. + </p> + <p> + And, at last, she said, “The fact is I'm thinking of our great + preservation, and more inclined to pray than flirt, for once.” + </p> + <p> + “And so am I,” said the man of tact; “but what I offer is a sacred and + life-long affection.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, of course.” + </p> + <p> + “A few hours ago you did me the honor to listen to me. You even hinted I + might speak to your father.” + </p> + <p> + “No, no. I only asked if you HAD spoken to him.” + </p> + <p> + “I will not contradict you. I will trust to your own candor. Dear Grace, + tell me, have I been so unfortunate as to offend you since then?” + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + “Have I lost your respect?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, no.” + </p> + <p> + “Have I forfeited your good opinion?” + </p> + <p> + “Dear me, no.” (A little pettishly.) + </p> + <p> + “Then how is it that I love you better, if possible, than yesterday, and + you seem not to like me so well as yesterday?” + </p> + <p> + “One is not always in the same humor.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you don't like me to-day?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh yes, but I do. And I shall always like you: if you don't tease me, and + urge me too much. It is hardly fair to hurry me so; I am only a girl, and + girls make such mistakes sometimes.” + </p> + <p> + “That is true; they marry on too short an acquaintance. But you have known + me more than two years, and, in all that time, have I once given you + reason to think that you had a rival in my admiration, my love?” + </p> + <p> + “I never watched you to see. But all that time you have certainly honored + me with your attention, and I do believe you love me more than I deserve. + Please do not be angry: do not be mortified. There is no occasion; I am + resolved not to marry until I am of age; that is all; and where's the harm + of that?” + </p> + <p> + “I will wait your pleasure; all I ask you, at present, is to relieve me of + my fears, by engaging yourself to me.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! but I have always been warned against long engagements.” + </p> + <p> + “Long engagements! Why, how old are you, may I ask?” + </p> + <p> + “Only nineteen. Give me a little time to think.” + </p> + <p> + “If I wait till you are of age, THAT WILL BE TWO YEARS.” + </p> + <p> + “Just about. I was nineteen on the 12th of December. What is the matter?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, nothing. A sudden twinge. A man does not get rolled over sharp rocks, + by a mountain torrent, for nothing.” + </p> + <p> + “No, indeed.” + </p> + <p> + “Never mind that, if I'm not to be punished in my heart as well. This + resolution, not to marry for two years, is it your own idea? or has + somebody put it into your head since we stood on Cairnhope, and looked at + Bollinghope?” + </p> + <p> + “Please give me credit for it,” said Grace, turning very red: “it is the + only sensible one I have had for a long time.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Coventry groaned aloud, and turned very pale. + </p> + <p> + Grace said she wanted to go upstairs for her work, and so got away from + him. + </p> + <p> + She turned at the door, and saw him sink into a chair, with an agony in + his face that was quite new to him. + </p> + <p> + She fled to her own room, to think it all over, and she entered it so + rapidly that she caught Jael crying, and rocking herself before the fire. + </p> + <p> + The moment she came in Jael got up, and affected to be very busy, + arranging things; but always kept her back turned to Grace. + </p> + <p> + The young lady sat down, and leaned her cheek on her hand, and reflected + very sadly and seriously on the misery she had left in the drawing-room, + and the tears she had found here. + </p> + <p> + Accustomed to make others bright and happy by her bare presence, this + beautiful and unselfish young creature was shocked at the misery she was + sowing around her, and all for something her judgment told her would prove + a chimera. And again she asked herself was she brave enough, and selfish + enough, to defy her father and her godfather, whose mind was written so + clearly in that terrible inscription. + </p> + <p> + She sat there, cold at heart, a long time, and at last came to a desperate + resolution. + </p> + <p> + “Give me my writing-desk.” + </p> + <p> + Jael brought it her. + </p> + <p> + “Sit down there where I can see you; and don't hide your tears from me. I + want to see you cry. I want every help. I wasn't born to make everybody + miserable: I am going to end it.” + </p> + <p> + She wrote a little, and then she stopped, and sighed; then she wrote a + little more, and stopped, and sighed. Then she burned the letter, and + began again; and as she wrote, she sighed; and as she wrote on, she + moaned. + </p> + <p> + And, as she wrote on, the tears began to fall upon the paper. + </p> + <p> + It was piteous to see the struggle of this lovely girl, and the patient + fortitude that could sigh, and moan, and weep, yet go on doing the brave + act that made her sigh, and moan, and weep. + </p> + <p> + At last, the letter was finished, and directed; and Grace put it in her + bosom, and dismissed Jael abruptly, almost harshly, and sat down, cold and + miserable, before the fire. + </p> + <p> + At dinner-time her eyes were so red she would not appear. She pleaded + headache, and dined in her own room. + </p> + <p> + Meantime Mr. Coventry passed a bitter time. + </p> + <p> + He had heard young Little say, “Wait two years.” And now Grace was evading + and procrastinating, and so, literally, obeying that young man, with all + manner of false pretenses. This was a revelation, and cast back a bright + light on many suspicious things he had observed in the church. + </p> + <p> + He was tortured with jealous agony. And it added to his misery that he + could not see his way to any hostilities. + </p> + <p> + Little could easily be driven out of the country, for that matter; he had + himself told them both how certainly that would befall him if he was + betrayed to the Unions. But honor and gratitude forbade this line; and + Coventry, in the midst of his jealous agony, resisted that temptation + fiercely, would not allow his mind even to dwell upon it for a moment. + </p> + <p> + He recalled all his experiences; and, after a sore struggle of passion, he + came to some such conclusion as this: that Grace would have married him if + she had not unexpectedly fallen in with Little, under very peculiar and + moving circumstances; that an accident of this kind would never occur + again, and he must patiently wear out the effect of it. + </p> + <p> + He had observed that in playing an uphill game of love the lover must + constantly ask himself, “What should I do, were I to listen to my heart?” + and having ascertained that, must do the opposite. So now Mr. Coventry + grimly resolved to control his wishes for a time, to hide his jealousy, to + hide his knowledge of her deceit, to hide his own anger. He would wait + some months before he again asked her to marry him, unless he saw a change + in her; and, meantime, he would lay himself out to please her, trusting to + this, that there could be no intercourse by letter between her and a + workman, and they were not likely to meet again in a hurry. + </p> + <p> + It required considerable fortitude to curb his love and jealousy, and + settle on this course. But he did conquer after a hard struggle, and + prepared to meet Miss Carden at dinner with artificial gayety. + </p> + <p> + But she did not appear; and that set Mr. Coventry thinking again. Why + should she have a headache? He had a rooted disbelief in women's + headaches. His own head had far more reason to ache, and his heart too. He + puzzled himself all dinner-time about this headache, and was very bad + company. + </p> + <p> + Soon after dinner he took a leaf out of her book, pretended headache, and + said he should like to take a turn by himself in the air. + </p> + <p> + What he really wanted to do was to watch Miss Carden's windows, for he had + all manner of ugly suspicions. + </p> + <p> + There seemed to be a strong light in the room. He could see no more. + </p> + <p> + He walked moodily up and down, very little satisfied with himself, and at + last he got ashamed of his own thoughts. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, no!” he said, “she is in her room, sure enough.” + </p> + <p> + He turned his back, and strolled out into the road. + </p> + <p> + Presently he heard the rustle of a woman's dress. He stepped into the + shade of the firs directly, and his heart began to beat hard. + </p> + <p> + But it was only Jael Dence. She came out within a few yards of him. She + had something white in her hand, which, however, she instinctively + conveyed into her bosom the moment she found herself in the moonlight. + Coventry saw her do it though. + </p> + <p> + She turned to the left, and walked swiftly up the road. + </p> + <p> + Now Coventry knew nothing about this girl, except that she belonged to a + class with whom money generally goes a long way. And he now asked himself + whether it might not be well worth his while to enlist her sympathies on + his side. + </p> + <p> + While he was coming to this conclusion, Jael, who was gliding along at a + great pace, reached a turn in the road, and Mr. Coventry had to run after + her to catch her. + </p> + <p> + When he got to the turn in the road, she was just going round another + turn, having quickened her pace. + </p> + <p> + Coventry followed more leisurely. She might be going to meet her + sweetheart; and, if so, he had better talk to her on her return. + </p> + <p> + He walked on till he saw at some distance a building, with light shining + though it in a peculiar way; and now the path became very rugged and + difficult. He came to a standstill, and eyed the place where his rival was + working at that moment. He eyed it with a strange mixture of feelings. It + had saved his life and hers, after all. He fell into another mood, and + began to laugh at himself for allowing himself to be disturbed by such a + rival. + </p> + <p> + But what is this? Jael Dence comes in sight again: she is making for the + old church. + </p> + <p> + Coventry watched her unseen. She went to the porch, and, after she had + been there some time, the door was opened just a little, then wide, and + she entered the building. He saw it all in a moment: the girl was already + bought by the other side, and had carried his rival a letter before his + eyes. + </p> + <p> + A clandestine correspondence! + </p> + <p> + All his plans and his resolutions melted away before this discovery. There + was nothing to be done but to save the poor girl from this miserable and + degrading attachment, and its inevitable consequences. + </p> + <p> + He went home, pale with fury, and never once closed his eyes all night. + </p> + <p> + Next day he ordered his dog-cart early; and told Mr. Raby and Grace he was + going to Hillsborough for medical advice: had a pain in his back he could + not get rid of. + </p> + <p> + He called on the chief constable of Hillsborough, and asked him, + confidentially, if he knew any thing about a workman called Little. + </p> + <p> + “What; a Londoner, sir? the young man that is at odds with the Trades?” + </p> + <p> + “I shouldn't wonder. Yes; I think he is. A friend of mine takes an + interest in him.” + </p> + <p> + “And so do I. His case was a disgrace to the country, and to the + constabulary of the place. It occurred just ten days before I came here, + and it seems to me that nothing was done which ought to have been done.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Coventry put in a question or two, which elicited from Mr. Ransome all + he knew about the matter. + </p> + <p> + “Where does this Little live?” was the next inquiry. + </p> + <p> + “I don't know; but I think you could learn at Mr. Cheetham's. The only + time I ever saw Little, he was walking with the foreman of those works. He + was pointed out to me. A dark young man; carries himself remarkably well—doesn't + look like a workman. If they don't know at Cheetham's, I'll find him out + for you in twenty-four hours.” + </p> + <p> + “But this Grotait. Do you know him?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, he is a public character. Keeps 'The Cutlers' Arms,' in Black + Street.” + </p> + <p> + “I understand he repudiates all these outrages.” + </p> + <p> + “He does. But the workmen themselves are behind the scenes; and what do + they call him? Why, 'Old Smitem.'” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! You are one of those who look below the surface,” said the courtier. + </p> + <p> + He then turned the conversation, and, soon after, went away. He had been + adroit enough to put his questions in the languid way of a man who had no + personal curiosity, and was merely discharging a commission. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Ransome, as a matter of form, took a short note of the conversation; + but attached no importance to it. However, he used the means at his + command to find out Little's abode. Not that Mr. Coventry had positively + asked him to do it; but, his attention being thus unexpectedly called to + the subject, he felt desirous to talk to Little on his own account. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Coventry went straight to “The Cutlers' Arms,” but he went slowly. A + powerful contest was now going on within him; jealousy and rage urged him + onward, honor and gratitude held him back. Then came his self-deceiving + heart, and suggested that Miss Carden had been the first to break her + promise (she had let Jael Dence into Little's secret), and that he himself + was being undermined by cunning and deceit: strict notions of honor would + be out of place in such a combat. Lastly, he felt it his DUTY to save Miss + Carden from a degrading connection. + </p> + <p> + All these considerations, taken together, proved too strong for his good + faith; and so stifled the voice of conscience, that it could only keep + whispering against the deed, but not prevent it. + </p> + <p> + He went direct to “The Cutlers' Arms.” He walked into the parlor and + ordered a glass of brandy-and-water, and asked if he could see Mr. + Grotait, privately. Mr. Grotait came in. + </p> + <p> + “Sit down, Mr. Grotait. Will you have any thing?” + </p> + <p> + “A glass of ale, sir, if you please.” + </p> + <p> + When this had been brought, and left, and the parties were alone, Coventry + asked him whether he could receive a communication under a strict promise + of secrecy. + </p> + <p> + “If it is a trade matter, sir, you can trust me. A good many have.” + </p> + <p> + “Well then, I can tell you something about a workman called Little. But + before I say a word, I must make two express conditions. One is, that no + violence shall be used toward him; the other, that you never reveal to any + human creature, it was I who told you.” + </p> + <p> + “What, is he working still?” + </p> + <p> + “My conditions, Mr. Grotait?” + </p> + <p> + “I promise you absolute secrecy, sir, as far as you are concerned. As to + your other condition, the matter will work thus: if your communication + should be as important as you think, I can do nothing—the man is not + in the saw-trade—I shall carry the information to two other + secretaries, and shall not tell them I had it from Mr. Coventry, of + Bollinghope.” (Mr. Coventry started at finding himself known.) “Those + gentlemen will be sure to advise with me, and I shall suggest to them to + take effectual measures, but to keep it, if possible, from the knowledge + of all those persons who discredit us by their violent acts.” + </p> + <p> + “Well then, on that understanding—the man works all night in a + deserted church at Cairnhope; it is all up among the hills.” + </p> + <p> + Grotait turned red. “Are you sure of this?” + </p> + <p> + “Quite sure?” + </p> + <p> + “You have seen him?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “Has he a forge?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; and bellows, and quantities of molds, and strips of steel. He is + working on a large scale.” + </p> + <p> + “It shall be looked into, sir, by the proper persons. Indeed, the sooner + they are informed, the better.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, but mind, no violence. You are strong enough to drive him out of the + country without that.” + </p> + <p> + “I should hope so.” + </p> + <p> + Coventry then rose, and left the place; but he had no sooner got into the + street, than a sort of horror fell on him; horror of himself, distrust and + dread of the consequences, to his rival but benefactor. + </p> + <p> + Almost at the door he was met by Mr. Ransome, who stopped him and gave him + Little's address; he had obtained it without difficulty from Bayne. + </p> + <p> + “I am glad you reminded me, sir,” said he; “I shall call on him myself, + one of these days.” + </p> + <p> + These words rang in Coventry's ears, and put him in a cold perspiration. + “Fool!” thought he, “to go and ask a public officer, a man who hears every + body in turn.” + </p> + <p> + What he had done disinclined him to return to Cairnhope. He made a call or + two first, and loitered about, and then at last back to Raby, gnawed with + misgivings and incipient remorse. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Grotait sent immediately for Mr. Parkin, Mr. Jobson, and Mr. Potter, + and told them the secret information he had just received. + </p> + <p> + They could hardly believe it at first; Jobson, especially, was + incredulous. He said he had kept his eye on Little, and assured them the + man had gone into woodcarving, and was to be seen in the town all day. + </p> + <p> + “Ay,” said Parkin, “but this is at night; and, now I think of it, I met + him t'other day, about dusk, galloping east, as hard as he could go.” + </p> + <p> + “My information is from a sure source,” said Grotait, stiffly. + </p> + <p> + Parkin.—“What is to be done?” + </p> + <p> + Jobson.—“Is he worth another strike?” + </p> + <p> + Potter.—“The time is unfavorable: here's a slap of dull trade.” + </p> + <p> + The three then put their heads together, and various plans were suggested + and discussed, and, as the parties were not now before the public, that + horror of gunpowder, vitriol, and life-preservers, which figured in their + notices and resolutions, did not appear in their conversation. Grotait + alone was silent and doubtful. This Grotait was the greatest fanatic of + the four, and, like all fanatics, capable of vast cruelty: but his cruelty + lay in his head, rather than in his heart. Out of Trade questions, the + man, though vain and arrogant, was of a genial and rather a kindly nature; + and, even in Trade questions, being more intelligent than his fellows, he + was sometimes infested with a gleam of humanity. + </p> + <p> + His bigotry was, at this moment, disturbed by a visitation of that kind. + </p> + <p> + “I'm perplexed,” said he: “I don't often hesitate on a Trade question + neither. But the men we have done were always low-lived blackguards, who + would have destroyed us, if we had not disabled them. Now this Little is a + decent young chap. He struck at the root of our Trades, so long as he + wrought openly. But on the sly, and nobody knowing but ourselves, mightn't + it be as well to shut our eyes a bit? My informant is not in trade.” + </p> + <p> + The other three took a more personal view of the matter. Little was + outwitting, and resisting them. They saw nothing for it but to stop him, + by hook or by crook. + </p> + <p> + While they sat debating his case in whispers, and with their heads so + close you might have covered them all with a tea-tray, a clear musical + voice was heard to speak to the barmaid, and, by her direction, in walked + into the council-chamber—Mr. Henry Little. + </p> + <p> + This visit greatly surprised Messrs. Parkin, Jobson, and Potter, and made + them stare, and look at one another uneasily. But it did not surprise + Grotait so much, and it came about in the simplest way. That morning, at + about eleven o'clock, Dr. Amboyne had called on Mrs. Little, and had asked + Henry, rather stiffly, whether he was quite forgetting Life, Labor and + Capital. Now the young man could not but feel that, for some time past, he + had used the good doctor ill; had neglected and almost forgotten his + benevolent hobby; so the doctor's gentle reproach went to his heart, and + he said, “Give me a day or two, sir, and I'll show you how ashamed I am of + my selfish behavior.” True to his pledge, he collected all his notes + together, and prepared a report, to be illustrated with drawings. He then + went to Cheetham's, more as a matter of form than any thing, to see if the + condemned grindstone had been changed. To his infinite surprise he found + it had not, and Bayne told him the reason. Henry was angry, and went + direct to Grotait about it. + </p> + <p> + But as soon as he saw Jobson, and Parkin, and Potter, he started, and they + started. “Oh!” said he, “I didn't expect to find so much good company. + Why, here's the whole quorum.” + </p> + <p> + “We will retire, sir, if you wish it.” + </p> + <p> + “Not at all. My orders are to convert you all to Life, Labor, and Capital + (Grotait pricked up his ears directly); and, if I succeed, the Devil will + be the next to come round, no doubt. Well, Mr. Grotait, Simmons is on that + same grindstone you and I condemned. And all for a matter of four + shillings. I find that, in your trade, the master provides the stone, but + the grinder hangs and races it, which, in one sense, is time lost. Well, + Simmons declines the new stone, unless Cheetham will pay him by time for + hanging and racing it; Cheetham refuses; and so, between them, that idiot + works on a faulty stone. Will you use your influence with the grinder?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, Mr. Little, now, between ourselves don't you think it rather hard + that the poor workman should have to hang and race the master's grindstone + for nothing?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, they share the loss between them. The stone costs the master three + pounds; and hanging it costs the workman only four or five shillings. + Where's the grievance?” + </p> + <p> + “Hanging and racing a stone shortens the grinder's life; fills his lungs + with grit. Is the workman to give Life and Labor for a forenoon, and is + Capital to contribute nothing? Is that your view of Life, Labor, and + Capital, young man?” + </p> + <p> + Henry was staggered a moment. “That is smart,” said he. “But a rule of + trade is a rule, till it is altered by consent of the parties that made + it. Now, right or wrong, it is the rule of trade here that the small + grinders find their own stones, and pay for power; but the saw-grinders + are better off, for they have not to find stones, nor power, and their + only drawback is that they must hang and race a new stone, which costs the + master sixty shillings. Cheetham is smarting under your rules, and you + can't expect him to go against any rule, that saves him a shilling.” + </p> + <p> + “What does the grinder think?” + </p> + <p> + “You might as well ask what the grindstone thinks.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, what does the grinder say, then?” + </p> + <p> + “Says he'd rather run the stone out, than lose a forenoon.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, sir, it is his business.” + </p> + <p> + “It may be a man's business to hang himself; but it is the bystanders' to + hinder him.” + </p> + <p> + “You mistake me. I mean that the grinder is the only man who knows whether + a stone is safe.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, but this grinder does not pretend his stone is safe. All he says + is, safe or not, he'll run it out. So now the question is, will you pay + four shillings from your box for this blockhead's loss of time in hanging + and racing a new stone?” + </p> + <p> + All the four secretaries opened their eyes with surprise at this. But + Grotait merely said he had no authority to do that; the funds of the Union + were set apart for specified purposes. + </p> + <p> + “Very likely,” said Henry, getting warm: “but, when there's life to be + TAKEN, your Union can find money irregularly; so why grudge it, when + there's life to be saved perhaps, and ten times cheaper than you pay for + blood?” + </p> + <p> + “Young man,” said Grotait, severely, “did you come here to insult us with + these worn-out slanders?” + </p> + <p> + “No, but I came to see whether you secretaries, who can find pounds to + assassinate men, and blow up women and children with gunpowder, can find + shillings to secure the life of one of your own members; he risks it every + time he mounts his horsing.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, sir, the application is without precedent, and I must decline it; + but this I beg to do as courteously, as the application has been made + uncourteously.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, it is easy to be polite, when you've got no heart.” + </p> + <p> + “You are the first ever brought that charge against me.” + </p> + <p> + “You ought to be ashamed of yourself,” said Potter, warmly. “No heart! Mr. + Grotait is known for a good husband, a tender father, and the truest + friend in Hillsborough.” + </p> + <p> + The others echoed these sentiments warmly and sincerely; for, as strange + as it may appear to those who have not studied human nature at first hand, + every word of this eulogy was strictly true. + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, gentlemen,” said Grotait. “But we must make allowances. Mr. + Little is smarting under a gross and dastardly outrage, and also under a + fair defeat; and thinks his opponents must be monsters. Now I should like + to show him the contrary. Let Simmons take care of himself. You have given + him good advice, and much to your credit: now have you nothing to say to + us, on your own account?” + </p> + <p> + “Not a word,” said Henry, steadily + </p> + <p> + “But suppose I could suggest a way by which you could carry on your trade + in Hillsborough, and offend nobody?” + </p> + <p> + “I should decline to hear it even. You and I are at war on that. You have + done your worst, and I shall do my best to make you all smart for it, the + moment I get a chance.” + </p> + <p> + Grotait's cheek reddened with anger at this rebuff, and it cost him an + effort to retain his friendly intentions. “Come, come,” said he, rather + surlily, “don't be in a hurry till you have heard the nature of my + proposal. Here, Jess, a quart of the best ale. Now, to begin, let us drink + and be comfortable together.” + </p> + <p> + He passed the glass to Little first. But the young man's blood was boiling + with his wrongs, and this patronizing air irritated him to boot. He took + the glass in his hand, “Here's quick exposure—sudden death—and + sure damnation—to all hypocrites and assassins!” He drained the + glass to this toast, flung sixpence on the table, and strode out, white + with passion himself, and leaving startled faces behind him. + </p> + <p> + “So be it,” said Grotait; and his wicked little eye glittered dangerously. + </p> + <p> + That same evening, a signal, well known to certain workmen in + Hillsborough, peeped in the window of “The Cutlers' Arms.” And, in + consequence, six or seven ill-conditioned fellows gathered about the doors + and waited patiently for further information. + </p> + <p> + Amongst these was a sturdy fellow of about nine-and-twenty, whose + existence was a puzzle to his neighbors. During the last seven years he + had worked only eighteen months all together. The rest of the time he had + been on the Saw-Grinders' box, receiving relief, viz.: seven shillings and + sixpence for his wife, and two shillings for each child; and every now and + then he would be seen with three or four sovereigns in his possession. + </p> + <p> + The name of this masterful beggar, of this invalid in theory, who, in + fact, could eat three pounds of steak at a sitting, was Biggs; but it is a + peculiarity of Hillsborough to defy baptismal names, and substitute others + deemed spicier. Out of the parish register and the records of the police + courts, the scamp was only known as Dan Tucker. + </p> + <p> + This Dan stood, with others, loitering about “The Cutlers' Arms.” + </p> + <p> + Presently out came Grotait, and surveyed the rascally lot. He beckoned to + Dan, and retired. + </p> + <p> + Dan went in after him. + </p> + <p> + “Drat his luck!” said one of the rejected candidates, “he always gets the + job.” The rest then dispersed. + </p> + <p> + Tucker was shown into a pitch-dark room, and there a bargain was struck + between him and men unseen. He and two more were to go to Cairnhope, and + DO Little. He was to avoid all those men who had lately stood at the door + with him, and was to choose for his companions Simmons the grinder, and + one Sam Cole, a smooth, plausible fellow, that had been in many a dark + job, unsuspected even by his wife and family, who were respectable. + </p> + <p> + Thus instructed, Tucker went to the other men, and soon reported to + Grotait that he had got Cole all right, but that Simmons looked coldly on + the job. He was in full work, for one thing, and said Little had had his + squeak already, and he didn't see following him eleven miles off; he had, + however, asked him whether Little had a wife and children, which question + he, Tucker, could not answer. + </p> + <p> + “But I can,” said Grotait. “He is a bachelor. You can tell Simmons so. + There are reasons why Ned Simmons must be in this. Try him to-morrow at + dinner-time. Bid two pounds more; and—his wife is near her time—tell + him this job will help him buy her wine and things,” said the kind, + parental, diabolical Grotait. + </p> + <p> + Next morning Henry worked with the pen for Dr. Amboyne till twelve + o'clock. He then, still carrying out his friend's views, went down to Mr + Cheetham's words to talk to Simmons. + </p> + <p> + But he found an ill-looking fellow standing by the man's side, and close + at his ear. This was no other than Dan Tucker, who by a neat coincidence + was tempting him to DO Little. + </p> + <p> + Yesterday's conversation had unsettled Simmons, and he did not come to + work till twelve o'clock. He then fixed a small pulley-wheel to his + grindstone, to make up for lost time. + </p> + <p> + He was still resisting the tempter, but more faintly than yesterday, when + Little came in, and spoke to him. Both he and Dan were amazed at his + appearance on the scene at that particular moment. They glared stupidly + but said nothing. + </p> + <p> + “Look here, Simmons,” said Little. “I have been to your friend Grotait, + and asked him to pay you for what you call time lost in hanging and racing + a new stone. He won't do it. That's your FRIEND. Now I'm your ENEMY; so + the Union says. Well, enemy or not, I'll do what Grotait won't. I'll pay + you the four shillings for lost time, if you will stop that stone at once, + and hang another.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, what's wrong with the stone?” + </p> + <p> + “The best judge in Hillsborough condemned it; and now, if you are not + running it with an undersized pulley-wheel, to try it worse!” + </p> + <p> + Simmons got stupid and irritated between the two. His bit of manhood + revolted against Little's offer, made whilst he was half lending his ear + to Tucker's proposal; and, on the other hand, that very offer irritated + him with Tucker, for coming and tempting him to DO this very Little, who + was a good sort. + </p> + <p> + “—— you both!” said the rough fellow. “I wish you'd let me + alone. Here I've lost my morning's work already.” Then to Little, “Mind + thyself, old lad. Happen thou's in more danger than I am.” + </p> + <p> + “What d'ye mean by that?” said Little, very sharply. + </p> + <p> + But Simmons saw he had gone too far, and now maintained a sullen silence. + </p> + <p> + Henry turned to Tucker. “I don't know who you are, but I call you witness + that I have done all I can for this idiot. Now, if he comes to harm, his + blood be upon his own head.” + </p> + <p> + Then Henry went off in dudgeon, and, meeting Bayne in the yard, had a long + discussion with him on the subject. + </p> + <p> + The tempter took advantage of Little's angry departure, and steadily + resumed his temptation. + </p> + <p> + But he was interrupted in his turn. + </p> + <p> + The defect in this grindstone was not so serious but that the stone might + perhaps have been ground out with fair treatment: but, by fixing a small + pulley-wheel, Simmons had caused it to rotate at furious speed. This tried + it too hard, and it flew in two pieces, just as the grinder was pressing + down a heavy saw on it with all his force. + </p> + <p> + One piece, weighing about five hundredweight, tore the horsing chains out + of the floor, and went clean through the window (smashing the wood-work), + out into the yard, and was descending on Little's head; but he heard the + crash and saw it coming; he ran yelling out of the way, and dragged Bayne + with him. The other fragment went straight up to the ceiling, and broke a + heavy joist as if it had been a cane; then fell down again plump, and + would have destroyed the grinder on the spot, had he been there; but the + tremendous shock had sent him flying clean over the squatter board, and he + fell on his stomach on the wheel-band of the next grindstone, and so close + to the drum, that, before any one could recover the shock and seize him, + the band drew him on to the drum, and the drum, which was drawing away + from the window, pounded him against the wall with cruel thuds. + </p> + <p> + One ran and screamed to stop the power, another to cut the big + wheel-bands. All this took several seconds; and here seconds were torn + flesh and broken bones. Just as Little darted into the room, pale with his + own narrow escape, and awe-stricken at the cries of horror within, the + other grinders succeeded in dragging out, from between the wall and the + drum, a bag of broken bones and blood and grease, which a minute before + was Ned Simmons, and was talking over a deed of violence to be done. + </p> + <p> + The others carried him and laid him on a horsing; and there they still + supported his head and his broken limbs, sick with horror. + </p> + <p> + The man's face was white, and his eyes stared, and his body quivered. They + sprinkled him with water. + </p> + <p> + Then he muttered, “All right. I am not much hurt.—Ay, but I am + though. I'm done for.” + </p> + <p> + After the first terror of the scene had passed, the men were for taking + him to the infirmary. But Little interposed, eagerly, “No, no. I'll pay + the doctor myself sooner. He shall be nursed at home, and have all that + skill can do to save him. Oh, why, why would he not listen to me?” + </p> + <p> + A stretcher was got, and a mattress put on it, and they carried him + through the streets, while one ran before to tell the unhappy wife, and + Little took her address, and ran to Dr. Amboyne. The doctor went instantly + to the sufferer. + </p> + <p> + Tucker assisted to carry the victim home. He then returned to Grotait, and + told him the news. Dan was not so hardened but what he blubbered in + telling it, and Grotait's eyes were moist with sympathy. + </p> + <p> + They neither of them spoke out, and said, “This upsets our design on + Little.” Each waited to see whether that job was to go on. Each was + ashamed to mention it now. So it came to a standstill. + </p> + <p> + As for Little, he was so shocked by this tragedy and so anxious about its + victim, that he would not go out to Cairnhope. He came, in the evening to + Dr. Amboyne, to inquire, “Can he live?” + </p> + <p> + “I can't say yet. He will never work again.” + </p> + <p> + Then, after a silence, he fixed his eyes on young Little, and said, “I am + going to make a trial of your disposition. This is the man I suspected of + blowing you up; and I'm of the same opinion still.” + </p> + <p> + “Then he has got his deserts,” were Henry's first words, after a pause of + astonishment. + </p> + <p> + “Does that mean you forgive him, or you don't forgive him?” + </p> + <p> + “I dare say I should forgive the poor wretch, if he was to ask me.” + </p> + <p> + “And not without?” + </p> + <p> + “No. I might try and put it out of my head; but that is all I could do.” + </p> + <p> + “Is it true that you are the cause of his not being taken to the + infirmary?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I said I'd pay out of my own pocket sooner; and I'm not the sort to + go from my word. The man shall want for nothing, sir. But please don't ask + me to love my enemies, and all that Rot. I scorn hypocrisy. Every man + hates his enemies; he may hate 'em out like a man, or palaver 'em, and beg + God to forgive 'em (and that means damn 'em), and hate 'em like a sneak; + but he always hates 'em.” + </p> + <p> + The doctor laughed heartily. “Oh, how refreshing a thing it is to fall in + with a fellow who speaks his real mind. However, I am not your enemy, am + I?” + </p> + <p> + “No. You are the best friend I ever had—except my mother.” + </p> + <p> + “I am glad you think so; because I have a favor to ask you.” + </p> + <p> + “Granted, before ever you speak.” + </p> + <p> + “I want to know, for certain, whether Simmons was the man who blew you up; + and I see but one way of learning it. You must visit him and be kind to + him; and then my art tells me, he won't leave the world without telling + you. Oblige me by taking him this bottle of wine, at once, and also this + sedative, which you can administer if he is in violent pain, but not + otherwise.” + </p> + <p> + “Doctor,” said the young man, “you always get your own way with me. And so + you ought.” + </p> + <p> + Little stood by Simmons's bedside. + </p> + <p> + The man's eye was set, his cheek streaked with red, and his head was + bandaged. He labored in breathing. + </p> + <p> + Young Little looked at him gravely, and wondered whether this battered + figure was really the man who had so nearly destroyed him. + </p> + <p> + After some minutes of this contemplation, he said gravely “Simmons, I have + brought you some wine.” + </p> + <p> + The man stared at him, and seemed confused. He made no reply. + </p> + <p> + “Give me a spoon,” said Henry. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Simmons sat by the bedside rocking herself; she was stupefied with + grief; but her sister, a handy girl, had come to her in her trouble: she + brought Henry a spoon directly. + </p> + <p> + He poured out a little wine, and put it to the sufferer's lips. He drank + it, and said it was rare good stuff. Henry gave him a little more. + </p> + <p> + Simmons then looked at him more intelligently and attentively, and gave a + sort of shiver. “Who be you?” + </p> + <p> + “Henry Little; who advised you not to run that stone.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” said Simmons, “I thought it was you.” He seemed puzzled. But, after + a while, he said, “I wish I had hearkened thee, lad. Give me some more of + yonder stuff. What is it?” + </p> + <p> + “Port wine.” Then he turned to the girl, and gave her a sovereign, and + sent her out for some mutton-chops. “Meat and wine are all the physic you + are to have, my poor fellow.” + </p> + <p> + “It won't be for long, lad. And a good job too. For I'm a bad 'un. I'm a + bad 'un.” + </p> + <p> + Henry then turned to the poor woman, and tried to say something to console + her, but the words stuck in his throat. She was evidently near her + confinement; and there lay her husband, worse than in his grave. Little + broke down himself, while trying to comfort her. + </p> + <p> + The sufferer heard him, and said, all of a sudden, “Hold a light here.” + </p> + <p> + Henry took the candle, and held it over him. + </p> + <p> + “Nay, nay, it is thy face I want to see.” + </p> + <p> + Henry was puzzled at the request, but did as he was asked. + </p> + <p> + Simmons gave a groan. “Ay,” said he, “thou'st all right. And I lie here. + That seems queer.” + </p> + <p> + The sister now returned, and Henry wrote her his address, and conversed + with her, and told her the whole story of the grindstone, and said that, + as he had hindered Simmons from being taken to the infirmary, he felt + bound to see he did not suffer by that interference. He gave her his + address, and said, if anything was wanted, she must come to him, or to his + mother if he should be out. + </p> + <p> + No doubt the women talked of his kindness by the sick bed, and Simmons + heard it. + </p> + <p> + Early in the morning Eliza Watney called at Little's house, with her eyes + very red, and said her brother-in-law wanted to speak to him. + </p> + <p> + He went with her directly; and, on the road, asked her what it was about. + </p> + <p> + “I'm ashamed to tell you,” said she, and burst out crying. “But I hope God + will reward you; and forgive him: he is a very ignorant man.” + </p> + <p> + “Here I am, Simmons.” + </p> + <p> + “So I see.” + </p> + <p> + “Anything I can do for you?” + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + “You sent for me.” + </p> + <p> + “Did I? Well, I dare say I did. But gi' me time. Gi' me time. It's noane + so easy to look a man in the face, and tell him what I'm to tell thee. But + I can't die with it on me. It chokes me, ever since you brought me yonder + stuff, and the women set a-talking. I say—old lad—'twas I did + thee yon little job at Cheetham's. But I knew no better.” + </p> + <p> + There was a dead silence. And then Henry spoke. + </p> + <p> + “Who set you on?” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, that's their business.” + </p> + <p> + “How did you do it?” + </p> + <p> + At this question—will it be believed?—the penitent's eye + twinkled with momentary vanity. “I fastened a tea-cup to an iron rake, and + filled the cup with powder; then I passed it in, and spilt the powder out + of cup, and raked it in to the smithy slack, and so on, filling and raking + in. But I did thee one good turn, lad; I put powder as far from bellows as + I could. Eh, but I was a bad 'un to do the like to thee; and thou's a good + 'un to come here. When I saw thee lie there, all scorched and shaking, I + didn't like my work; and now I hate it. But I knew no better at the time. + And, you see, I've got it worse myself. And cheap served too.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Mr. Little,” said Eliza Watney; “TRY and forgive him.” + </p> + <p> + “My girl,” said Henry, solemnly, “I thought I never could forgive the man + who did that cruel deed to me, and I had never injured any one. But it is + hard to know one's own mind, let alone another man's. Now I look at him + lying pale and battered there, it seems all wiped out. I forgive you, my + poor fellow, and I hope God will forgive you too.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay. He is not so soft as thou. This is how He forgives me. But I knew no + better. Old gal, learn the young 'un to read, that's coming just as I'm + going; it is sore against a chap if he can't read. Right and wrong d—n + 'em, they are locked up in books, I think: locked away from a chap like + me. I know a little better now. But, eh, dear, dear, it is come too late.” + And now the poor wretch began to cry at a gleam of knowledge of right and + wrong having come to him only just when he could no longer profit by it. + </p> + <p> + Henry left him at last, with the tears in his eyes. He promised them all + to come every day. + </p> + <p> + He called on Dr. Amboyne, and said, “You are always right, doctor. Simmons + was the man, he has owned it, and I forgave him.” + </p> + <p> + He then went and told Mr. Holdfast. That gentleman was much pleased at the + discovery, and said, “Ah, but who employed him? That is what you must + discover.” + </p> + <p> + “I will try,” said Henry. “The poor fellow had half a mind to make a clean + breast; but I didn't like to worry him over it.” + </p> + <p> + Returning home he fell in with Grotait and Parkin. They were talking + earnestly at the door of a public-house, and the question they were + discussing was whether or not Little's affair should be revived. + </p> + <p> + They were both a good deal staggered by the fate of Simmons, Parkin + especially, who was rather superstitious. He had changed sides, and was + now inclined to connive, or, at all events to temporize; to abandon the + matter till a more convenient time. Grotait, on the other hand, whose + vanity the young man had irritated, was bent on dismounting his forge. But + even he had cooled a little, and was now disinclined to violence. He + suggested that it must be easy to drive a smith out of a church, by going + to the parochial authorities; and they could also send Little an anonymous + letter, to tell him the Trades had their eyes on him; by this double + stroke, they would probably bring him to some reasonable terms. + </p> + <p> + It certainly was a most unfortunate thing that Little passed that way just + then; unfortunate that Youth is so impetuous. + </p> + <p> + He crossed the street to speak to these two potentates, whom it was his + interest to let alone—if he could only have known it. + </p> + <p> + “Well, gentlemen, have you seen Simmons?” + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Mr. Parkin. + </p> + <p> + “What, not been to see the poor fellow who owes his death to you?” + </p> + <p> + “He is not dead yet.” + </p> + <p> + “No, thank Heaven! He has got a good work to do first; some hypocrites, + assassins, and cowards to expose.” + </p> + <p> + Parkin turned pale; Grotait's eye glistened like a snake's: he made Parkin + a rapid signal to say nothing, but only listen. + </p> + <p> + “He has begun by telling me who it was that put gunpowder into my forge, + and how it was done. I have forgiven him. He was only the tool of much + worse villains; base, cowardly, sneaking villains. Those I shall not + forgive. Oh, I shall know all about it before long. Good-morning.” + </p> + <p> + This information and threat, and the vindictive bitterness and resolution + with which the young man had delivered it, struck terror into the gentle + Parkin, and shook even Grotait. The latter, however, soon recovered + himself, and it became a battle for life or death between him and Little. + </p> + <p> + He invited Parkin to his own place, and there the pair sat closeted. + </p> + <p> + Dan Tucker and Sam Cole were sent for. + </p> + <p> + Tucker came first. He was instantly dispatched to Simmons, with money from + the Saw Grinders' box. He was to ascertain how much Simmons had let out, + and to adjure him to be true to the Trade, and split on no man but + himself. When he had been gone about twenty minutes, Sam Cole came in, and + was instructed to get two other men in place of Simmons, and be in + readiness to do Little. + </p> + <p> + By-and-by Tucker returned with news. Simmons had at present split only on + himself; but the women were evidently in love with Little; said he was + their only friend; and he, Tucker, foresaw that, with their co-operation, + Simmons would be turned inside out by Little before he died. + </p> + <p> + Grotait struck his hand on the table. “The Unions are in danger,” said he. + “There is but one way, Little must be made so that he can't leave + Cairnhope while Simmons is alive.” + </p> + <p> + So important did the crisis appear to him, that he insisted on Parkin + going with him at once to Cairnhope, to reconnoiter the ground. + </p> + <p> + Parkin had a gig and a fast horse: so, in ten minutes more, they were on + the road. + </p> + <p> + They reached Cairnhope, put up at the village inn, and soon extracted some + particulars about the church. They went up to it, and examined it, and + Grotait gave Parkin a leg up, to peer through the window. + </p> + <p> + In this position they were nailed by old George. + </p> + <p> + “What be you at?” + </p> + <p> + “What is that to you?” said Grotait. + </p> + <p> + “It is plenty. You mustn't come trespassing here. Squire won't have it.” + </p> + <p> + “Trespassing in a churchyard! Why it belongs to all the world.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, this one belongs to the Lord o' the manor.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, we won't hurt your church. Who keeps the key?” + </p> + <p> + “Squire Raby.” + </p> + <p> + Old George from this moment followed them about everywhere, grumbling at + their heels, like a mastiff. + </p> + <p> + Grotait, however, treated him with cool contempt, and proceeded to make a + sketch of the door, and a little map showing how the church could be + approached from Hillsborough on foot without passing through Cairnhope + village. This done, he went back with Parkin to the inn, and thence to + Hillsborough. + </p> + <p> + It was old Christmas Eve. Henry was working at his forge, little dreaming + of danger. Yet it was close at hand, and from two distinct quarters. + </p> + <p> + Four men, with crape masks, and provided with all manner of tools, and + armed with bludgeons, were creeping about the churchyard, examining and + listening. Their orders were to make Little so that he should not leave + Cairnhope for a month. And that, in plain English, meant to beat him + within an inch of his life, if not kill him. + </p> + <p> + At the same time, a body of nine men were stealing up the road, with + designs scarcely less hostile to Little. + </p> + <p> + These assailants were as yet at a considerable distance, but more + formidable in appearance than the others being most of them armed with + swords, and led by a man with a double-barreled gun. + </p> + <p> + Grotait's men, having well surveyed the ground, now crept softly up to the + porch, and examined the lock. + </p> + <p> + The key was inside, and they saw no means of forcing the lock without + making a noise, and putting their victim on his guard. + </p> + <p> + After a long whispered consultation, they resolved to unscrew the hinges. + </p> + <p> + These hinges were of great length, and were nailed upon the door, but + screwed into the door-post with four screws each. + </p> + <p> + Two men, with excellent tools, and masters of the business, went softly to + work. One stood, and worked on the upper screws; the other kneeled, and + unfastened the lower screws. + </p> + <p> + They made no more noise than a rat gnawing; yet, such was their caution, + and determination to surprise their victim, that they timed all their work + by Little's. Whenever the blows of his hammer intermitted, they left off; + and began again when he did. + </p> + <p> + When all the screws were out but two, one above, one below, they beckoned + the other two men, and these two drove large gimlets into the door, and so + held it that it might not fall forward when the last screw should come + out. + </p> + <p> + “Are all screws out?” whispered Cole, who was the leader. + </p> + <p> + “Ay,” was the whispered reply. + </p> + <p> + “Then put in two more gimlets.” + </p> + <p> + That was done. + </p> + <p> + “Now, men,” whispered Cole. “Lay the door softly down outside: then, up + sticks—into church—and DO HIM!” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0013" id="link2HCH0013"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIII. + </h2> + <p> + If Mr. Coventry, before he set all this mischief moving, could have seen + the INSIDE of Grace Carden's letter to Henry Little! + </p> + <p> + “DEAR MR. LITTLE,—I do not know whether I ought to write to you at + all, nor whether it is delicate of me to say what I am going; but you have + saved my life, and I do so want to do all I can to atone for the pain I + have given you, who have been so good to me. I am afraid you will never + know happiness, if you waste your invaluable life longing after what is + impossible. There is an impassable barrier between you and me. But you + might be happy if you would condescend to take my advice, and let yourself + see the beauty and the goodness of another. The person who bears this + letter comes nearer to perfection than any other woman I ever saw. If you + would trust my judgment (and, believe me, I am not to be mistaken in one + of my own sex), if you could turn your heart toward her, she would make + you very happy. I am sure she could love you devotedly, if she only heard + those words from your lips, which every woman requires to hear before she + surrenders her affections. Pray do not be angry with me; pray do not think + it cost me little to give this strange but honest advice to one I admire + so. But I feel it would be so weak and selfish in me to cling to that, + which, sooner or later, I must resign, and to make so many persons + unhappy, when all might be happy, except perhaps myself. + </p> + <p> + “Once more, forgive me. Do not think me blind; do not think me heartless; + but say, this is a poor girl, who is sadly perplexed, and is trying very + hard to be good and wise, and not selfish. + </p> + <p> + “One line, to say you will consider my advice, and never hate nor despise + your grateful and unhappy friend. + </p> + <p> + “GRACE CARDEN.” + </p> + <p> + When she had dispatched this letter, she felt heroic. + </p> + <p> + The next day, she wished she had not written it, and awaited the reply + with anxiety. + </p> + <p> + The next day, she began to wonder at Little's silence: and by-and-by she + was offended at it. Surely what she had written with so great an effort + was worth a reply. + </p> + <p> + Finally, she got it into her head that Little despised her. Upon this she + was angry with him for not seeing what a sacrifice she had made, and for + despising her, instead of admiring her a little, and pitying her ever so + much. The old story in short—a girl vexed with a man for letting her + throw dust in his eyes. + </p> + <p> + And, if she was vexed with Little for not appreciating her sacrifice, she + was quite as angry with Coventry and Jael for being the causes of that + unappreciated sacrifice. So then she was irritable and cross. But she + could not be that long: so she fell into a languid, listless state: and + then she let herself drift. She never sent Jael to the church again. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Coventry watched all her moods; and when she reached the listless + stage, he came softly on again, and began to recover his lost ground. + </p> + <p> + On the fifth of January occurred a rather curious coincidence. In + Hillsborough Dr. Amboyne offered his services to Mrs. Little to reconcile + her and her brother. Mrs. Little feared the proposal came too late: but + showed an inclination to be reconciled for Henry's sake. But Henry said he + would never be reconciled to a man who had insulted his mother. He then + reminded her she had sent him clandestinely into Raby Hall to see her + picture. “And what did I see? Your picture was turned with its face to the + wall, and insulting words written on the back—'Gone into trade.' I + didn't mean to tell yell, mother; but you see I have. And, after that, you + may be reconciled to the old scoundrel if you like; but don't ask me.” + Mrs. Little was deeply wounded by this revelation. She tried to make light + of it, but failed. She had been a beauty, and the affront was too bitter. + Said she, “You mustn't judge him like other people: he was always so very + eccentric. Turn my picture to the wall! My poor picture! Oh, Guy, Guy, + could one mother have borne you and me?” Amboyne had not a word more to + say; he was indignant himself. + </p> + <p> + Now that very afternoon, as if by the influence of what they call a + brain-wave, Grace Carden, who felt herself much stronger with Mr. Raby + than when she first came, was moved to ask him, with many apologies, and + no little inward tremor, whether she might see the other side of that very + picture before she went. + </p> + <p> + “What for?” + </p> + <p> + “Don't be angry, uncle dear. Curiosity.” + </p> + <p> + “I do not like to refuse you anything, Grace. But—Well, if I lend + you the key, will you satisfy your curiosity, and then replace the picture + as it is?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I will.” + </p> + <p> + “And you shall do it when I am not in the room. It would only open wounds + that time has skinned. I'll bring you down the key at dinner-time.” Then, + assuming a lighter tone, “Your curiosity will be punished; you will see + your rival in beauty. That will be new to you.” + </p> + <p> + Grace was half frightened at her own success, and I doubt whether she + would ever have asked for the key again; but Raby's word was his bond; he + handed her the key at dinner-time. + </p> + <p> + Her eyes sparkled when she got it; but she was not to open it before him; + so she fell thinking: and she determined to get the gentlemen into the + drawing-room as soon as she could, and then slip back and see this famous + picture. + </p> + <p> + Accordingly she left the table rather earlier than usual, and sat down to + her piano in the drawing-room. + </p> + <p> + But, alas, her little maneuver was defeated. Instead of the gentlemen + leaving the dining-room, a servant was sent to recall her. + </p> + <p> + It was old Christmas Eve, and the Mummers were come. + </p> + <p> + Now, of all the old customs Mr. Raby had promised her, this was the pearl. + </p> + <p> + Accordingly, her curiosity took for the time another turn, and she was + soon seated in the dining-room, with Mr. Raby and Mr. Coventry, awaiting + the Mummers. + </p> + <p> + The servants then came in, and, when all was ready, the sound of a fiddle + was heard, and a fiddler, grotesquely dressed, entered along with two + clowns, one called the Tommy, dressed in chintz and a fox's skin over his + shoulders and a fox's head for a cap; and one, called the Bessy, in a + woman's gown and beaver hat. + </p> + <p> + This pair introduced the true dramatis personae, to the drollest violin + accompaniment, consisting of chords till the end of each verse, and then a + few notes of melody. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Now the first that I call on + Is George, our noble king, + Long time he has been at war, + Good tidings back he'll bring. + Too-ral-loo.” + </pre> + <p> + Thereupon in came a man, with black breeches and red stripes at the side, + a white shirt decked with ribbons over his waistcoat, and a little hat + with streamers, and a sword. + </p> + <p> + The clown walked round in a ring, and King George followed him, holding + his sword upright. + </p> + <p> + Meantime the female clown chanted,— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “The next that we call on, + He is a squire's son; + He's like to lose his love, + Because he is so young. + Too-ral-loo.” + </pre> + <p> + The Squire's Son followed King George round the ring; and the clowns, + marching and singing at the head, introduced another, and then another + sword-dancer, all attired like the first, until there were five marching + round and round, each with his sword upright. + </p> + <p> + Then Foxey sang, to a violin accompaniment, + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “Now, fiddler, then, take up thy fiddle, + Play the lads their hearts' desire, + Or else we'll break thy fiddle, + And fling thee a-back o' the fire.” + </pre> + <p> + On this the fiddler instantly played a dance-tune peculiar to this + occasion, and the five sword-dancers danced by themselves in a ring, + holding their swords out so as to form a cone. + </p> + <p> + Then a knot, prepared beforehand, was slipped over the swords, and all the + swords so knotted were held aloft by the first dancer; he danced in the + center awhile, under the connected swords, then deftly drew his own sword + out and handed it to the second dancer; the second gave the third dancer + his sword, and so on, in rotation, till all the swords were resumed. + </p> + <p> + Raby's eyes sparkled with delight at all this, and he whispered his + comments on the verses and the dance. + </p> + <p> + “King George!” said he. “Bosh! This is the old story of St. George and the + Dragon, overburdened with modern additions.” As to the dance, he assured + her that, though danced in honor of old Christmas, it was older than + Christianity, and came from the ancient Goths and Swedes. + </p> + <p> + These comments were interrupted by a man, with a white face, who burst + into the assembly crying, “Will ye believe me now? Cairnhope old church is + all afire!” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0014" id="link2HCH0014"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIV. + </h2> + <p> + “Ay, Squire,” said Abel Eaves, for he was the bearer of this strange news, + “ye wouldn't believe ME, now come and see for yourself.” + </p> + <p> + This announcement set all staring; and George the blacksmith did but utter + the general sentiment when, suddenly dropping his assumed character of + King George, he said, “Bless us and save us! True Christmas Eve; and + Cairnhope old church alight!” + </p> + <p> + Then there was a furious buzz of tongues, and, in the midst of it Mr. Raby + disappeared, and the sword-dancers returned to the kitchen, talking over + this strange matter as they went. + </p> + <p> + Grace retired to the drawing-room followed by Coventry. + </p> + <p> + She sat silent some time, and he watched her keenly. + </p> + <p> + “I wonder what has become of Mr. Raby?” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Coventry did not know. + </p> + <p> + “I hope he is not going out.” + </p> + <p> + “I should think not, it is a very cold night; clear, but frosty.” + </p> + <p> + “Surely he would never go to see.” + </p> + <p> + “Shall I inquire?” + </p> + <p> + “No; but that might put it into his head. But I wish I knew where he was.” + </p> + <p> + Presently a servant brought the tea in. + </p> + <p> + Miss Carden inquired after Mr. Raby. + </p> + <p> + “He is gone out, miss; but he won't be long, I was to tell you.” + </p> + <p> + Grace felt terribly uneasy and restless! rang the bell and asked for Jael + Dence. The reply was that she had not been to the hall that day. + </p> + <p> + But, soon afterward, Jael came up from the village, and went into the + kitchen of Raby. There she heard news, which soon took her into the + drawing-room. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, miss,” said she, “do you know where the squire is?” + </p> + <p> + “Gone to the church?” asked Grace, trembling. + </p> + <p> + “Ay, and all the sword-dancers at his back.” And she stood there and wrung + her hands with dismay. + </p> + <p> + The ancients had a proverb, “Better is an army of stags with a lion for + their leader, than an army of lions with a stag for their leader.” The + Cairnhope sword-dancers, though stout fellows and strong against a mortal + foe, were but stags against the supernatural; yet, led by Guy Raby, they + advanced upon the old church with a pretty bold front, only they kept + twenty yards in their leader's rear. The order was to march in dead + silence. + </p> + <p> + At the last turn in the road their leader suddenly halted, and, kneeling + on one knee, waved to his men to keep quiet: he had seen several dark + figures busy about the porch. + </p> + <p> + After many minutes of thrilling, yet chilling, expectation, he rose and + told his men, in a whisper, to follow him again. + </p> + <p> + The pace was now expedited greatly, and still Mr. Raby, with his + double-barreled gun in his hand, maintained a lead of some yards and his + men followed as noiselessly as they could, and made for the church: sure + enough it was lighted inside. + </p> + <p> + The young man who was thus beset by two distinct bands of enemies, + deserved a very different fate at the hands of his fellow-creatures. + </p> + <p> + For, at this moment, though any thing but happy himself, he was working + some hours every day for the good of mankind; and was every day visiting + as a friend the battered saw-grinder who had once put his own life in + mortal peril. + </p> + <p> + He had not fathomed the letter Grace had sent him. He was a young man and + a straightforward; he did not understand the amiable defects of the female + character. He studied every line of this letter, and it angered and almost + disgusted him. It was the letter of a lady; but beneath the surface of + gentleness and politeness lay a proposal which he considered mean and + cold-blooded. It lowered his esteem for her. + </p> + <p> + His pride and indignation were roused, and battled with his love, and they + were aided by the healthy invigorating habits into which Dr. Amboyne had + at last inveigled him, and so he resisted: he wrote more than one letter + in reply to Grace Carden; but, when he came to read them over and compare + them with her gentle effusion, he was ashamed of his harshness, and would + not send the letter. + </p> + <p> + He fought on; philanthropy in Hillsborough, forging in Cairnhope Church; + and still he dreamed strange dreams now and then: for who can work, both + night and day, as this man did—with impunity? + </p> + <p> + One night he dreamed that he was working at his forge, when suddenly the + floor of the aisle burst, and a dead knight sprang from the grave with a + single bound, and stood erect before him, in rusty armor: out of his + helmet looked two eyes like black diamonds, and a nose like a falcon's. + Yet, by one of the droll contradictions of a dream, this impetuous, + warlike form no sooner opened its lips, than out issued a lackadaisical + whine. “See my breastplate, good sir,” said he. “It was bright as silver + when I made it—I was like you, I forged my own weapons, forged them + with these hands. But now the damps of the grave have rusted it. + Odsbodikins! is this a thing for a good knight to appear in before his + judge? And to-morrow is doomsday, so they all say.” + </p> + <p> + Then Henry pitied the poor simple knight (in his dream), and offered his + services to polish the corslet up a bit against that great occasion. He + pointed toward his forge, and the knight marched to it, in three wide + steps that savored strongly of theatrical burlesque. But the moment he saw + the specimens of Henry's work lying about, he drew back, and wheeled upon + the man of the day with huge disdain. “What,” said he, “do you forge toys! + Learn that a gentleman can only forge those weapons of war that gentlemen + do use. And I took you for a Raby!” + </p> + <p> + With these bitter words he vanished, with flashing eyes and a look of + magnificent scorn, and left his fiery, haughty features imprinted clearly + on Henry's memory. + </p> + <p> + One evening, as he plied his hammer, he heard a light sound at a window, + in an interval of his own noise. He looked hastily up, and caught a + momentary sight of a face disappearing from the window. It was gone like a + flash even as he caught sight of it. + </p> + <p> + Transient as the glance was, it shook him greatly. He heated a bar of iron + white hot at one end, and sallied out into the night. But there was not a + creature to be seen. + </p> + <p> + Then he called aloud, “Who's there?” No reply. “Jael, was it you?” Dead + silence. + </p> + <p> + He returned to his work, and set the appearance down to an ocular + illusion. But his dreams had been so vivid, that this really seemed only + one step more into the realm of hallucination. + </p> + <p> + This was an unfortunate view of the matter. + </p> + <p> + On old Christmas Eve he lighted the fires in his mausoleum first, and at + last succeeded in writing a letter to Grace Carden. He got out of the + difficulty in the best way, by making it very short. He put it in an + envelope, and addressed it, intending to give it to Jael Dence, from whom + he was always expecting a second visit. + </p> + <p> + He then lighted his forge, and soon the old walls were ringing again with + the blows of his hammer. + </p> + <p> + It was ten o'clock at night; a clear frosty night; but he was heated and + perspiring with his ardent work, when, all of a sudden, a cold air seemed + to come in upon him from a new quarter—the door. He left his forge, + and took a few steps to where he could see the door. Instead of the door, + he saw the blue sky. + </p> + <p> + He uttered an exclamation, and rubbed his eyes. + </p> + <p> + It was no hallucination. The door lay flat on the ground, and the stars + glittered in the horizon. + </p> + <p> + Young Little ran toward the door; but, when he got near it, he paused, and + a dire misgiving quelled him. A workman soon recognizes a workman's hand; + and he saw Hillsborough cunning and skill in this feat, and Hillsborough + cunning and cruelty lurking in ambush at the door. + </p> + <p> + He went back to his forge, and, the truth must be told, his knees felt + weak under him with fears of what was to come. + </p> + <p> + He searched about for weapons, and could find nothing to protect him + against numbers. Pistols he had: but, from a wretched over-security, he + had never brought them to Cairnhope Church. + </p> + <p> + Oh, it was an era of agony that minute, in which, after avoiding the + ambuscade that he felt sure awaited him at the door, he had nothing on + earth he could do but wait and see what was to come next. + </p> + <p> + He knew that however small his chance of escape by fighting, it was his + only one; and he resolved to receive the attack where he was. He blew his + bellows and, cold at heart, affected to forge. + </p> + <p> + Dusky forms stole into the old church. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0015" id="link2HCH0015"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XV. + </h2> + <p> + Little blew his coals to a white heat: then took his hammer into his left + hand, and his little iron shovel, a weapon about two feet long, into his + right. + </p> + <p> + Three assailants crept toward him, and his position was such that two at + least could assail him front and rear. He counted on that, and measured + their approach with pale cheek but glittering eye, and thrust his shovel + deep into the white coals. + </p> + <p> + They crept nearer and nearer, and, at last, made an almost simultaneous + rush on him back and front. + </p> + <p> + The man in the rear was a shade in advance of the other. Little, whose + whole soul was in arms, had calculated on this, and turning as they came + at him, sent a shovelful of fiery coals into that nearest assailant's + face, then stepped swiftly out of the way of the other, who struck at him + too immediately for him to parry; ere he could recover the wasted blow, + Little's hot shovel came down in his head with tremendous force, and laid + him senseless and bleeding on the hearth, with blood running from his + ears. + </p> + <p> + Little ladled the coals right and left on the other two assailants, one of + whom was already yelling with the pain of the first shovelful; then, + vaulting suddenly over a pew, he ran for the door. + </p> + <p> + There he was encountered by Sam Cole, an accomplished cudgel-player, who + parried his blows coolly, and gave him a severe rap on the head that + dazzled him. But he fought on, till he heard footsteps coming behind him, + and then rage and despair seized him, he drew back, shifted his hammer + into his right hand and hurled it with all his force at Cole's breast, for + he feared to miss his head. Had it struck him on the breast, delivered as + it was, it would probably have smashed his breastbone, and killed him; but + it struck him on his throat, which was, in some degree, protected by a + muffler: it struck him and sent him flying like a feather: he fell on his + back in the porch, yards from where he received that prodigious blow. + </p> + <p> + Henry was bounding out after him, when he was seized from behind, and the + next moment another seized him too, and his right hand was now disarmed by + throwing away the hammer. + </p> + <p> + He struggled furiously with them, and twice he shook them off, and struck + them with his fist, and jobbed them with his shovel quick and short, as a + horse kicking. + </p> + <p> + But one was cunning enough to make a feint at his face, and then fell down + and lay hold of his knees: he was about to pulverize this fellow with one + blow of his shovel, when the other flung his arms round him. It became a + mere struggle. Such was his fury and his vigor, however, that they could + not master him. He played his head like a snake, so that they could not + seize him disadvantageously; and at last he dropped his shovel and got + them both by the throat, and grasped them so fiercely that their faces + were purple, and their eyes beginning to fix, when to his dismay, he + received a violent blow on the right arm that nearly broke it: he let go, + with a cry of pain, and with his left hand twisted the other man round so + quickly, that he received the next blow of Cole's cudgel. Then he dashed + his left fist into Cole's eye, who staggered, but still barred the way; so + Little rushed upon him, and got him by the throat, and would soon have + settled him: but the others recovered themselves ere he could squeeze all + the wind out of Cole, and it became a struggle of three to one. + </p> + <p> + He dragged them all three about with him; he kicked, he hit, he did every + thing that a man with one hand, and a lion's heart, could do. + </p> + <p> + But gradually they got the better of him; and at last it came to this, + that two were struggling on the ground with him, and Cole standing over + them all three, ready to strike. + </p> + <p> + “Now, hold him so, while I settle him,” cried Cole, and raised his + murderous cudgel. + </p> + <p> + It came down on Little's shoulder, and only just missed his head. + </p> + <p> + Again it came down, and with terrible force. + </p> + <p> + Up to this time he had fought as mute as a fox. But now that it had come + to mere butchery, he cried out, in his agony, “They'll kill me. My mother! + Help! Murder! Help!” + </p> + <p> + “Ay! thou'lt never forge no more!” roared Cole, and thwack came down the + crushing bludgeon. + </p> + <p> + “Help! Murder! Help!” screamed the victim, more faintly; and at the next + blow more faintly still. + </p> + <p> + But again the murderous cudgel was lifted high, to descend upon his young + head. + </p> + <p> + As the confederates held the now breathless and despairing victim to + receive the blow, and the butcher, with one eye closed by Henry's fist, + but the other gleaming savagely, raised the cudgel to finish him, Henry + saw a huge tongue of flame pour out at them all, from outside the church, + and a report, that sounded like a cannon, was accompanied by the vicious + ping of shot. Cole screamed and yelled, and dropped his cudgel, and his + face was covered with blood in a moment; he yelled, and covered his face + with his hands; and instantly came another flash, another report, another + cruel ping of shot, and this time his hands were covered with blood. + </p> + <p> + The others rolled yelling out of the line of fire, and ran up the aisle + for their lives. + </p> + <p> + Cole, yelling, tried to follow; but Henry, though sick and weak with the + blows, caught him, and clung to his knees, and the next moment the place + was filled with men carrying torches and gleaming swords, and led by a + gentleman, who stood over Henry, in evening dress, but with the haughty + expanded nostrils, the brilliant black eyes, and all the features of that + knight in rusty armor who had come to him in his dream and left him with + scorn. + </p> + <p> + At this moment a crash was heard: two of the culprits, with desperate + agility, had leaped on to the vestry chest, and from that on to the horse, + and from him headlong out of the window. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Raby dispatched all his men but one in pursuit, with this brief order—“Take + them, alive or dead—doesn't matter which—they are only + cutlers; and cowards.” + </p> + <p> + His next word was to Cole. “What, three blackguards to one!—that's + how Hillsborough fights, eh?” + </p> + <p> + “I'm not a blackguard,” said Henry, faintly. + </p> + <p> + “That remains to be proved, sir,” said Raby, grimly. + </p> + <p> + Henry made answer by fainting away. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0016" id="link2HCH0016"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVI. + </h2> + <p> + When Henry Little came to himself, he was seated on men's hands, and being + carried through the keen refreshing air. Mr. Raby was striding on in + front; the horse's hoofs were clamping along on the hard road behind; and + he himself was surrounded by swordsmen in fantastic dresses. + </p> + <p> + He opened his eyes, and thought, of course, it was another vision. But no, + the man, with whose blows his body was sore, and his right arm utterly + numbed, walked close to him between two sword-dancers with Raby-marks and + Little-marks upon him, viz., a face spotted with blood, and a black eye. + </p> + <p> + Little sighed. + </p> + <p> + “Eh, that's music to me,” said a friendly voice close to him. It was the + King George of the lyrical drama, and, out of poetry, George the + blacksmith. + </p> + <p> + “What, it is you, is it?” said Little. + </p> + <p> + “Ay, sir, and a joyful man to hear you speak again. The cowardly varmint! + And to think they have all got clear but this one! Are ye sore hurt, sir?” + </p> + <p> + “I'm in awful pain, but no bones broken.” Then, in a whisper—“Where + are you taking me, George?” + </p> + <p> + “To Raby Hall,” was the whispered reply. + </p> + <p> + “Not for all the world! if you are my friend, put me down, and let me slip + away.” + </p> + <p> + “Don't ask me, don't ask me,” said George, in great distress. “How could I + look Squire in the face? He did put you in my charge.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I'm a prisoner!” said Henry, sternly. + </p> + <p> + George hung his head, but made no reply. + </p> + <p> + Henry also maintained a sullen silence after that. + </p> + <p> + The lights of Raby came in sight. + </p> + <p> + That house contained two women, who awaited the result of the nocturnal + expedition with terrible anxiety. + </p> + <p> + Its fate, they both felt, had been determined before they even knew that + the expedition had started. + </p> + <p> + They had nothing to do but to wait, and pray that Henry had made his + escape, or else had not been so mad as to attempt resistance. + </p> + <p> + In this view of things, the number and even the arms of his assailants + were some comfort to them, as rendering resistance impossible. + </p> + <p> + As for Mr. Coventry, he was secretly delighted. His conscience was + relieved. Raby would now drive his rival out of the church and out of the + country without the help of the Trades, and his act of treachery and bad + faith would be harmless. Things had taken the happiest possible turn for + him. + </p> + <p> + For all that, this courtier affected sympathy, and even some anxiety, to + please Miss Carden, and divert all suspicion from himself. But the true + ring was wanting to his words, and both the women felt them jar, and got + away from him, and laid their heads together, in agitated whispers. And + the result was, they put shawls over their heads, and went together out + into the night. + </p> + <p> + They ran up the road, sighing and clasping their hands, but no longer + speaking. + </p> + <p> + At the first turn they saw the whole body coming toward them. + </p> + <p> + “I'll soon know,” said Jael, struggling with her agitation. “Don't you be + seen, miss; that might anger the Squire; and, oh, he will be a wrathful + man this night, if he caught him working in yonder church.” + </p> + <p> + Grace then slipped back, and Jael ran on. But no sooner did she come up + with the party, than Raby ordered her back, in a tone she dared not + resist. + </p> + <p> + She ran back, and told Grace they were carrying him in, hurt, and the + Squire's eyes were like hot coals. + </p> + <p> + Grace slipped into the drawing-room and kept the door ajar. + </p> + <p> + Soon afterward, Raby, his men, and his prisoners, entered the hall, and + Grace heard Raby say, “Bring the prisoners into the dining-room.” + </p> + <p> + Grace Carden sat down, and leaned her head upon her hand, and her little + foot beat the ground, all in a flutter. + </p> + <p> + But this ended in a spirited resolve. She rose, pale, but firm, and said, + “Come with me, Jael;” and she walked straight into the dining-room. + Coventry strolled in after her. + </p> + <p> + The room was still brilliantly lighted. Mr. Raby was seated at his + writing-table at the far end, and the prisoners, well guarded, stood ready + to be examined. + </p> + <p> + “You can't come in here,” was Mr. Raby's first word to Grace. + </p> + <p> + But she was prepared for this, and stood her ground. “Excuse me, dear + uncle, but I wish to see you administer justice; and, besides, I believe I + can tell you something about one of the prisoners.” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed! that alters the case. Somebody give Miss Carden a chair.” + </p> + <p> + She sat down, and fixed her eyes upon Henry Little—eyes that said + plainly, “I shall defend you, if necessary:” his pale cheek was flushing + at sight of her. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Raby arranged his papers to make notes, and turned to Cole. “The + charge against you is, that you were seen this night by several persons + engaged in an assault of a cruel and aggravated character. You, and two + other men, attacked and overpowered an individual here present; and, while + he was helpless, and on the ground, you were seen to raise a heavy cudgel + (Got the cudgel, George?)—” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, your worship, here 'tis.” + </p> + <p> + “—And to strike him several times on the head and limbs, with all + your force.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, cruel! cruel!” + </p> + <p> + “This won't do, Miss Carden; no observations, please. In consequence of + which blows he soon after swooned away, and was for some time unconscious, + and—” + </p> + <p> + “Oh!” + </p> + <p> + “—For aught I know, may have received some permanent injury.” + </p> + <p> + “Not he,” said Cole; “he's all right. I'm the only man that is hurt; and + I've got it hot; he hit me with his hammer, and knocked me down like a + bullock. He's given me this black eye too.” + </p> + <p> + “In self-defense, apparently. Which party attacked the other first?” + </p> + <p> + “Why they attacked me, of course,” said Henry. “Four of them.” + </p> + <p> + “Four! I saw but three.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I settled one at starting, up near the forge. Didn't you find him?” + (This to George.) + </p> + <p> + “Nay, we found none of the trash but this,” indicating Cole, with a + contemptuous jerk of the thumb. + </p> + <p> + “Now, don't all speak at once,” said Mr. Raby. “My advice to you is to say + nothing, or you'll probably make bad worse. But if you choose to say + anything, I'm bound to hear it.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, sir,” said Cole, in a carrying voice, “what I say is this: what + need we go to law over this? If you go against me for hitting him with a + stick, after he had hit me with a blacksmith's hammer, I shall have to go + against you for shooting me with a gun.” + </p> + <p> + “That is between you and me, sir. You will find a bystander may shoot a + malefactor to save the life of a citizen. Confine your defense, at + present, to the point at issue. Have you any excuse, as against this young + man?” (To Henry.)—“You look pale. You can sit down till your turn + comes.” + </p> + <p> + “Not in this house.” + </p> + <p> + “And why not in this house, pray? Is your own house a better?” + </p> + <p> + No answer from Henry. A look of amazement and alarm from Grace. But she + was afraid to utter a word, after the admonition she had received. + </p> + <p> + “Well, sir,” said Cole, “he was desecrating a church.” + </p> + <p> + “So he was, and I shall talk to him in his turn. But you desecrated it + worse. He turned it into a blacksmith shop; you turned it into a shambles. + I shall commit you. You will be taken to Hillsborough to-morrow; to-night + you will remain in my strong-room. Fling him down a mattress and some + blankets, and give him plenty to eat and drink; I wouldn't starve the + devil on old Christmas Eve. There, take him away. Stop; search his pockets + before you leave him alone.” + </p> + <p> + Cole was taken away, and Henry's turn came. + </p> + <p> + Just before this examination commenced, Grace clasped her hands, and cast + a deprecating look on Henry, as much as to say, “Be moderate.” And then + her eyes roved to and fro, and the whole woman was in arms, and on the + watch. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Raby began on him. “As for you, your offense is not so criminal in the + eye of the law; but it is bad enough; you have broken into a church by + unlawful means; you have turned it into a smithy, defiled the graves of + the dead, and turned the tomb of a good knight into an oven, to the + scandal of men and the dishonor of god. Have you any excuse to offer?” + </p> + <p> + “Plenty. I was plying an honest trade, in a country where freedom is the + law. The Hillsborough Unions combined against me, and restrained my + freedom, and threatened my life, ay, and attempted my life too, before + to-day: and so the injustice and cruelty of men drove me to a sanctuary, + me and my livelihood. Blame the Trades, blame the public laws, blame the + useless police: but you can't blame me; a man must live.” + </p> + <p> + “Why not set up your shop in the village? Why wantonly desecrate a + church?” + </p> + <p> + “The church was more secret, and more safe: and nobody worships in it. The + wind and the weather are allowed to destroy it; you care so little for it + you let it molder; then why howl if a fellow uses it and keeps it warm?” + </p> + <p> + At this sally there was a broad rustic laugh, which, however, Mr. Raby + quelled with one glance of his eye. + </p> + <p> + “Come, don't be impertinent,” said he to Little. + </p> + <p> + “Then don't you provoke a fellow,” cried Henry, raising his voice. + </p> + <p> + Grace clasped her hands in dismay. + </p> + <p> + Jael Dence said, in her gravest and most mellow voice, “You do forget the + good Squire saved your life this very night.” + </p> + <p> + This was like oil on all the waters. + </p> + <p> + “Well, certainly I oughtn't to forget that,” said Henry, apologetically. + Then he appealed piteously to Jael, whose power over him struck every body + directly, including Grace Carden. “Look here, you mustn't think, because I + don't keep howling, I'm all right. My arm is disabled: my back is almost + broken: my thigh is cut. I'm in sharp pain, all this time: and that makes + a fellow impatient of being lectured on the back of it all. Why doesn't he + let me go? I don't want to affront him now. All I want is to go and get + nursed a bit somewhere.” + </p> + <p> + “Now that is the first word of reason and common sense you have uttered, + young man. It decides me not to detain you. All I shall do, under the + circumstances, is to clear your rubbish out of that holy building, and + watch it by night as well as day. Your property, however, shall be + collected, and delivered to you uninjured: so oblige me with your name and + address.” + </p> + <p> + Henry made no reply. + </p> + <p> + Raby turned his eye full upon him. + </p> + <p> + “Surely you do not object to tell me your name.” + </p> + <p> + “I do.” + </p> + <p> + “Why?” + </p> + <p> + “Excuse me.” + </p> + <p> + “What are you afraid of? Do you doubt my word, when I tell you I shall not + proceed against you?” + </p> + <p> + “No: it is not that at all. But this is no place for me to utter my + father's name. We all have our secrets, sir. You have got yours. There's a + picture, with its face to the wall. Suppose I was to ask you to tell all + the world whose face it is you insult and hide from the world?” + </p> + <p> + Raby turned red with wrath and surprise, at this sudden thrust. “You + insolent young scoundrel!” he cried. “What is that to you, and what + connection can there be between that portrait and a man in your way of + life?” + </p> + <p> + “There's a close connection,” said Henry, trembling with anger, in his + turn: “and the proof is that, when that picture is turned to the light, + I'll tell you my name: and, till that picture is turned to the light, I'll + not tell you my name; and if any body here knows my name, and tells it + you, may that person's tongue be blistered at the root!” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, how fearful!” cried Grace, turning very pale. “But I'll put an end to + it all. I've got the key, and I've his permission, and I'll—oh, Mr. + Raby, there's something more in this than we know.” She darted to the + picture, and unlocked the padlock, and, with Jael's assistance, began to + turn the picture. Then Mr. Raby rose and seemed to bend his mind inward, + but he neither forbade, nor encouraged, this impulsive act of Grace + Carden's. + </p> + <p> + Now there was not a man nor a woman in the room whose curiosity had not + been more or less excited about this picture; so there was a general + movement toward it, of all but Mr. Raby, who stood quite still, turning + his eye inward, and evidently much moved, though passive. + </p> + <p> + There happened to be a strong light upon the picture, and the lovely olive + face, the vivid features, and glorious black eyes and eyebrows, seemed to + flash out of the canvas into life. + </p> + <p> + Even the living faces, being blondes, paled before it, in the one + particular of color. They seemed fair glittering moons, and this a glowing + sun. + </p> + <p> + Grace's first feelings were those of simple surprise and admiration. But, + as she gazed, Henry's words returned to her, and all manner of ideas + struck her pell-mell. “Oh, beautiful! beautiful!” she cried. Then, turning + to Henry, “You are right; it was not a face to hide from the world—oh! + the likeness! just look at HIM, and then at her! can I be mistaken?” + </p> + <p> + This appeal was made to the company, and roused curiosity to a high pitch; + every eye began to compare the dark-skinned beauty on the wall with the + swarthy young man, who now stood there, and submitted in haughty silence + to the comparison. + </p> + <p> + The words caught Mr. Raby's attention. He made a start, and elbowing them + all out of his way, strode up to the picture. + </p> + <p> + “What do you say, Miss Carden? What likeness can there be between my + sister and a smith?” and he turned and frowned haughtily on Henry Little. + </p> + <p> + Henry returned his look of defiance directly. + </p> + <p> + But that very exchange of defiance brought out another likeness, which + Grace's quick eye seized directly. + </p> + <p> + “Why, he is still liker you,” she cried. “Look, good people! Look at all + three. Look at their great black eyes, and their brown hair. Look at their + dark skins, and their haughty noses. Oh, you needn't blow your nostrils + out at me, gentlemen; I am not a bit afraid of either of you.—And + then look at this lovely creature. She is a Raby too, only softened down + by her sweet womanliness. Look at them all three, if they are not one + flesh and blood, I have no eyes.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh yes, miss; and this lady is his mother. For I have SEEN her; and she + is a sweet lady; and she told me I had a Cairnhope face, and kissed me for + it.” + </p> + <p> + Upon this from Jael, the general conviction rose into a hum that buzzed + round the room. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Raby was struck with amazement. At last he turned slowly upon Henry, + and said, with stiff politeness, “Is your name Little, sir?” + </p> + <p> + “Little is my name, and I'm proud of it.” + </p> + <p> + “Your name may be Little, but your face is Raby. All the better for you, + sir.” + </p> + <p> + He then turned his back to the young man, and walked right in front of the + picture, and looked at it steadily and sadly. + </p> + <p> + It was a simple and natural action, yet somehow done in so imposing a way, + that the bystanders held their breath, to see what would follow. + </p> + <p> + He gazed long and steadily on the picture, and his features worked + visibly. + </p> + <p> + “Ay!” he said. “Nature makes no such faces nowadays. Poor unfortunate + girl!” And his voice faltered a moment. + </p> + <p> + He then began to utter, in a low grave voice, some things that took every + body by surprise, by the manner as well as the matter; for, with his never + once taking his eyes off the picture, and speaking in a voice softened by + the sudden presence of that womanly beauty, the companion of his youth, it + was just like a man speaking softly in a dream. + </p> + <p> + “Thomas, this picture will remain as it is while I live.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “I find I can bear the sight of you. As we get older we get tougher. You + look as if you didn't want me to quarrel with your son? Well, I will not: + there has been quarreling enough. Any of the loyal Dences here?” But he + never even turned his head from the picture to look for them. + </p> + <p> + “Only me, sir; Jael Dence, at your service. Father's not very well.” + </p> + <p> + “Nathan, or Jael, it is all one, so that it is Dence. You'll take that + young gentleman home with you, and send him to bed. He'll want nursing: + for he got some ugly blows, and took them like a gentleman. The young + gentleman has a fancy for forging things—the Lord knows what. He + shall not forge things in a church, and defile the tombs of his own + forefathers; but” (with a groan) “he can forge in your yard. All the snobs + in Hillsborough sha'n't hinder him, if that is his cursed hobby. Gentlemen + are not to be dictated to by snobs. Arm three men every night with guns; + load the guns with ball, not small shot, as I did; and if those ruffians + molest him again, kill them, and then come to me and complain of them. + But, mind you kill them first—complain afterward. And now take + half-a-dozen of these men with you, to carry him to the farm, if he needs + it. THERE, EDITH!” + </p> + <p> + And still he never moved his eyes from the picture, and the words seemed + to drop out of him. + </p> + <p> + Henry stood bewildered, and, ere he could say anything that might revive + the dormant irritation of Mr. Raby against him, female tact interposed. + Grace clasped her hands to him, with tears in her eyes; and as for Jael + Dence, she assumed the authority with which she had been invested and + hurried him bodily away; and the sword-dancers all gathered round him, and + they carried him in triumphant procession, with the fiddler playing, and + George whistling, the favorite tune of “Raby come home again,” while every + sturdy foot beat the hard and ringing road in admirable keeping with that + spirit-stirring march. + </p> + <p> + When he was gone, Grace crept up to Mr. Raby, who still stood before the + picture, and eyed it and thought of his youth. She took his arm wondrous + softly with her two hands, rested her sweet head against his shoulder, and + gazed at it along with him. + </p> + <p> + When she had nestled to him some time in this delicate attitude, she + turned her eyes up to him, and murmured, “how good, how noble you are: and + how I love you.” Then, all in a moment, she curled round his neck, and + kissed him with a tender violence, that took him quite by surprise. + </p> + <p> + As for Mr. Coventry, he had been reduced to a nullity, and escaped + attention all this time: he sat in gloomy silence, and watched with + chilled and foreboding heart the strange turn events had taken, and were + taking; events which he, and no other man, had set rolling. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0017" id="link2HCH0017"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVII. + </h2> + <p> + Frederick Coventry, being still unacquainted with the contents of Grace's + letter, was now almost desperate. Grace Carden, inaccessible to an unknown + workman, would she be inaccessible to a workman whom Mr. Raby, proud as he + was, had publicly recognized as his nephew? This was not to be expected. + But something was to be expected, viz., that in a few days the door would + be closed with scorn in the face of Frederick Coventry, the miserable + traitor, who had broken his solemn pledge, and betrayed his benefactor to + those who had all but assassinated him. Little would be sure to suspect + him, and the prisoner, when he came to be examined, would furnish some + clew. + </p> + <p> + A cold perspiration bedewed his very back, when he recollected that the + chief constable would be present at Cole's examination, and supply the + link, even if there should be one missing. He had serious thoughts of + leaving the country at once. + </p> + <p> + Finding himself unobserved, he walked out of the room, and paced up and + down the hall. + </p> + <p> + His thoughts now took a practical form. He must bribe the prisoner to hold + his tongue. + </p> + <p> + But how? and when? and where? + </p> + <p> + After to-night there might be no opportunity of saying a word to him. + </p> + <p> + While he was debating this in his mind, Knight the butler crossed the + hall. + </p> + <p> + Coventry stopped him, and asked where the prisoner was. + </p> + <p> + “Where Squire told us to put him, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “No chance of his escaping—I hope?” + </p> + <p> + “Not he, sir. + </p> + <p> + “I should like to take a look at him.” + </p> + <p> + Knight demurred. “Well, sir, you see the orders are—but, of course, + master won't mind you. I'll speak to him.” + </p> + <p> + “No, it is not worth while. I am only anxious the villain should be + secure.” This of course was a feeler. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, there's no fear of that. Why, he is in the strong room. It's right + above yours. If you'll come with me, sir, I'll show you the door.” + Coventry accompanied him, and Thomas Knight showed him a strong door with + two enormous bolts outside, both shot. + </p> + <p> + Coventry felt despair, and affected satisfaction. + </p> + <p> + Then, after a pause, he said, “But is the window equally secure?” + </p> + <p> + “Two iron bars almost as thick as these bolts: and, if it stood open, what + could he do but break his neck, and cheat the gallows? He is all right, + sir; never you fear. We sarched him from head to foot, and found no eend + o' tools in his pockets. He is a deep 'un. But we are Yorkshire too, as + the saying is. He goes to Hillsbro' town-hall to-morrow; and glad to be + shut on him.” + </p> + <p> + Coventry complimented him, and agreed with him that escape was impossible. + </p> + <p> + He then got a light, and went to his own bedroom, and sat down, cold at + heart, before the fire. + </p> + <p> + He sat in that state, till two o'clock in the morning, distracting his + brain with schemes, that were invented only to be dismissed as idle. + </p> + <p> + At last an idea came to him. He took his fishing-rod, and put the thinner + joints together, and laid them on the bed. He then opened his window very + cautiously. But as that made some noise, he remained quite quiet for full + ten minutes. Then he got upon the window-seat, and passed the fishing rod + out. After one or two attempts he struck the window above, with the fine + end. + </p> + <p> + Instantly he heard a movement above, and a window cautiously opened. + </p> + <p> + He gave a low “Hem!” + </p> + <p> + “Who's that?” whispered the prisoner, from above. + </p> + <p> + “A man who wants you to escape.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay; but I have no tools.” + </p> + <p> + “What do you require?” + </p> + <p> + “I think I could do summut with a screw-driver.” + </p> + <p> + “I'll send you one up.” + </p> + <p> + The next minute a couple of small screw-drivers were passed up—part + of the furniture of his gun. + </p> + <p> + Cole worked hard, but silently, for about an hour, and then he whispered + down that he should be able to get a bar out. But how high was it from the + ground? + </p> + <p> + “About forty feet.” + </p> + <p> + Coventry heard the man actually groan at the intelligence. + </p> + <p> + “Let yourself down on my window-sill. I can find you rope enough for + that.” + </p> + <p> + “What, d'ye take me for a bird, that can light of a gate?” + </p> + <p> + “But the sill is solid stone, and full a foot wide.” + </p> + <p> + “Say ye so, lad? Then luck is o' my side. Send up rope.” + </p> + <p> + The rope was sent up, and presently was fast to something above and + dangled down a little past the window-sill. + </p> + <p> + “Put out a light on sill,” whispered the voice above. + </p> + <p> + “I will.” + </p> + <p> + Then there was a long silence, during which Coventry's blood ran cold. + </p> + <p> + As nothing further occurred, he whispered, “What is the matter?” + </p> + <p> + “My stomach fails me. Send me up a drop of brandy, will ye? Eh, man, but + this is queer work.” + </p> + <p> + “I can't get it up to you; you must drink it here. Come, think! It will be + five years' penal servitude if you don't.” + </p> + <p> + “Is the rope long enough?” + </p> + <p> + “Plenty for that.” + </p> + <p> + Then there was another awful silence. + </p> + <p> + By-and-by a man's legs came dangling down, and Cole landed on the sill, + still holding tight by the rope. He swung down on the sill, and slid into + the room, perspiring and white with fear. + </p> + <p> + Coventry gave him some brandy directly,—Cole's trembling hand sent + it flying down his throat, and the two men stared at each ether. + </p> + <p> + “Why, it is a gentleman!” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “And do you really mean to see me clear?” + </p> + <p> + “Drink a little more brandy, and recover yourself, and then I'll tell + you.” + </p> + <p> + When the man was fortified and ready for fresh exertions, Coventry told + him he must try and slip out of the house at the front door: he would lend + him a feather and some oil to apply to the bolts if necessary. + </p> + <p> + When the plan of operation was settled, Coventry asked him how long it + would take him to get to Hillsborough. + </p> + <p> + “I can run it in two hours.” + </p> + <p> + “Then if I give the alarm in an hour and a half, it won't hurt.” + </p> + <p> + “Give me that start and you may send bloodhounds on my heels, they'll + never catch me.” + </p> + <p> + “Now take off your shoes.” + </p> + <p> + While he was taking them off, Cole eyed his unexpected friend very keenly, + and took stock of all his features. + </p> + <p> + When he was ready, Coventry opened his door very carefully, and placed a + light so as to be of some use to the fugitive. Cole descended the stairs + like a cat, and soon found the heavy bolts and drew them; then slipped out + into the night, and away, with fleet foot and wondering heart, to + Hillsborough. + </p> + <p> + Coventry put out his light and slipped into bed. + </p> + <p> + About four o'clock in the morning the whole house was alarmed with loud + cries, followed by two pistol-shots: and all those who ran out of their + bedrooms at all promptly, found Coventry in his nightgown and trowsers, + with a smoking pistol in his hand, which he said he had discharged at a + robber. The account he gave was, that he had been suddenly awakened by + hearing his door shut, and found his window open; had slipped on his + trowsers, got to his pistols, and run out just in time to see a man + opening the great front door: had fired twice at him, and thought he must + have hit him the second time. + </p> + <p> + On examining the window the rope was found dangling. + </p> + <p> + Instantly there was a rush to the strong-room. + </p> + <p> + The bird was flown. + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” said Coventry. “I felt there ought to be some one with him, but I + didn't like to interfere.” + </p> + <p> + George the groom and another were mounted on swift horses, and took the + road to Hillsborough. + </p> + <p> + But Cole, with his start of a hundred minutes, was safe in a back slum + before they got half way. + </p> + <p> + What puzzled the servants most was how Cole could have unscrewed the bar, + and where he could have obtained the cord. And while they were twisting + this matter every way in hot discussion, Coventry quaked, for he feared + his little gunscrews would be discovered. But no, they were not in the + room. + </p> + <p> + It was a great mystery; but Raby said they ought to have searched the + man's body as well as his pockets. + </p> + <p> + He locked the cord up, however, and remarked it was a new one, and had + probably been bought in Hillsborough. He would try and learn where. + </p> + <p> + At breakfast-time a bullet was found in the door. Coventry apologized. + </p> + <p> + “Your mistake was missing the man, not hitting the door,” said Raby. “One + comfort, I tickled the fellow with small shot. It shall be slugs next + time. All we can do now is to lay the matter before the police. I must go + into Hillsborough, I suppose.” + </p> + <p> + He went into Hillsborough accordingly, and told the chief constable the + whole story, and deposited the piece of cord with him. He found that + zealous officer already acquainted with the outline of the business, and + on his mettle to discover the authors and agents of the outrage, if + possible. And it occurred to his sagacity that there was at this moment a + workman in Hillsborough, who must know many secrets of the Trades, and had + now nothing to gain by concealing them. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0018" id="link2HCH0018"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVIII. + </h2> + <p> + Thus the attempt to do Little was more successful than it looks. Its + object was to keep Little and Simmons apart, and sure enough those two men + never met again in life. + </p> + <p> + But, on the other hand, this new crime imbittered two able men against the + Union, and put Grotait in immediate peril. Mr. Ransome conferred with Mr. + Holdfast and they both visited Simmons, and urged him to make a clean + breast before he left the world. + </p> + <p> + Simmons hesitated. He said repeatedly, “Gi' me time! gi' me time!” + </p> + <p> + Grotait heard of these visits, and was greatly alarmed. He set Dan Tucker + and another to watch by turns and report. + </p> + <p> + Messrs. Holdfast and Ransome had an ally inside the house. Eliza Watney + had come in from another town, and had no Hillsborough prejudices. She was + furious at this new outrage on Little, who had won her regard, and she + hoped her brother-in-law would reveal all he knew. Such a confession, she + thought, might remove the stigma from himself to those better-educated + persons, who had made a tool of her poor ignorant relative. + </p> + <p> + Accordingly no sooner did the nurse Little had provided inform her, in a + low voice, that there was A CHANGE, than she put on her bonnet, and went + in all haste to Mr. Holdfast, and also to the chief constable, as she had + promised them to do. + </p> + <p> + But of course she could not go without talking. She met an acquaintance + not far from the door, and told her Ned was near his end, and she was + going to tell the gentlemen. + </p> + <p> + Dan Tucker stepped up to this woman, and she was as open-mouthed to him as + Eliza had been to her. Dan went directly with the news to Grotait. + </p> + <p> + Grotait came all in a hurry, but Holdfast was there before him, and was + actually exhorting Simmons to do a good action in his last moments, and + reveal those greater culprits who had employed him, when Grotait, ill at + ease, walked in, sat down at the foot of the bed, and fixed his eye on + Simmons. + </p> + <p> + Simmons caught sight of him and stared, but said nothing to him. Yet, when + Holdfast had done, Simmons was observed to look at Grotait, though he + replied to the other. “If you was a Hillsbro' man, you'd know we tell on + dead folk, but not on quick. I told on Ned Simmons, because he was as good + as dead; but to tell on Trade, that's different.” + </p> + <p> + “And I think, my poor fellow,” suggested Grotait, smoothly, “you might + spend your last moments better in telling US what you would wish the Trade + to do for your wife, and the child if it lives.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I think ye might make the old gal an allowance till she marries + again.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Ned! Ned!” cried the poor woman. “I'll have no man after thee.” And a + violent burst of grief followed. + </p> + <p> + “Thou'll do like the rest,” said the dying man. “Hold thy bellering, and + let me speak, that's got no time to lose. How much will ye allow her, old + lad?” + </p> + <p> + “Six shillings a week, Ned.” + </p> + <p> + “And what is to come of young 'un?” + </p> + <p> + “We'll apprentice him.” + </p> + <p> + “To my trade?” + </p> + <p> + “You know better than that, Ned. You are a freeman; but he won't be a + freeman's son by our law, thou knowst. But there's plenty of outside + trades in Hillsbro'. We'll bind him to one of those, and keep an eye on + him, for thy sake.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I must take what I can get.” + </p> + <p> + “And little enough too,” said Eliza Watney. “Now do you know that they + have set upon Mr. Little and beaten him within an inch of his life? Oh, + Ned, you can't approve that, and him our best friend.” + </p> + <p> + “Who says I approve it, thou fool?” + </p> + <p> + “Then tell the gentleman who the villain was; for I believe you know.” + </p> + <p> + “I'll tell 'em summut about it.” + </p> + <p> + Grotait turned pale; but still kept his glittering eye fixed on the sick + man. + </p> + <p> + “The job was offered to me; but I wouldn't be in it. I know that much. + Says I, 'He has had his squeak.'” + </p> + <p> + “Who offered you the job?” asked Mr. Holdfast. And at this moment Ransome + came in. + </p> + <p> + “What, another black coat!” said Simmons. “——, if you are not + like so many crows over a dead horse.” He then began to wander, and + Holdfast's question remained unanswered. + </p> + <p> + This aberration continued so long, and accompanied with such interruptions + of the breathing, that both Holdfast and Ransome despaired of ever hearing + another rational word from the man's lips. + </p> + <p> + They lingered on, however, and still Grotait sat at the foot of the bed, + with his glittering eye fixed on the dying man. + </p> + <p> + Presently Simmons became silent, and reflected. + </p> + <p> + “Who offered me the job to do Little?” said he, in a clear rational voice. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Mr. Holdfast. “And who paid you to blow up the forge?” Simmons + made no reply. His fast fleeting powers appeared unable now to hold an + idea for above a second or two. + </p> + <p> + Yet, after another short interval, he seemed to go back a second time to + the subject as intelligibly as ever. + </p> + <p> + “Master Editor!” said he, with a sort of start. + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” And Holdfast stepped close to his bedside. + </p> + <p> + “Can you keep a secret?” + </p> + <p> + Grotait started up. + </p> + <p> + “Yes!” said Holdfast, eagerly. + </p> + <p> + “THEN SO CAN I.” + </p> + <p> + These were the last words of Ned Simmons. He died, false to himself, but + true to his fellows, and faithful to a terrible confederacy, which, in + England and the nineteenth century, was Venice and the middle ages over + again. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0019" id="link2HCH0019"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIX. + </h2> + <p> + Mr. Coventry, relieved of a great and immediate anxiety, could now turn + his whole attention to Grace Carden; and she puzzled him. He expected to + see her come down beaming with satisfaction at the great event of last + night. Instead of that she appeared late, with cheeks rather pale, and + signs of trouble under her fair eyes. + </p> + <p> + As the day wore on, she showed positive distress of mind, irritable and + dejected by turns, and quite unable to settle to anything. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Coventry, with all his skill, was quite at fault. He could understand + her being in anxiety for news about Little; but why not relieve her + anxiety by sending a servant to inquire? Above all, why this irritation? + this positive suffering? + </p> + <p> + A mystery to him, there is no reason why it should be one to my readers. + Grace Carden, for the first time in her life, was in the clutches of a + fiend, a torturing fiend, called jealousy. + </p> + <p> + The thought that another woman was nursing Henry Little all this time + distracted her. It would have been such heaven to her to tend him, after + those cruel men had hurt him so; but that pure joy was given to another, + and that other loved him, and could now indulge and show her love. Show + it? Why, she had herself opened his eyes to Jael's love, and advised him + to reward it. + </p> + <p> + And now she could do nothing to defend herself. The very improvement in + Henry's circumstances held her back. She could not write to him and say, + “Now I know you are Mr. Raby's nephew, that makes all the difference.” + That would only give him fresh offense, and misrepresent herself; for in + truth she had repented her letter long before the relationship was + discovered. + </p> + <p> + No; all she could do was to wait till Jael Dence came up, and then charge + her with some subtle message, that might make Henry Little pause if he + still loved her. + </p> + <p> + She detected Coventry watching her. She fled directly to her own room, and + there sat on thorns, waiting for her rival to come and give her an + opportunity. + </p> + <p> + But afternoon came, and no Jael; evening came, and no Jael. + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” thought Grace, bitterly, “she is better employed than to come near + me. She is not a self-sacrificing fool like me. When I had the advantage, + I gave it up; now she has got it, she uses it without mercy, decency, or + gratitude. And that is the way to love. Oh! if my turn could but come + again. But it never will.” + </p> + <p> + Having arrived at this conclusion, she lay on the couch in her own room, + and was thoroughly miserable. + </p> + <p> + She came down to dinner, and managed to take a share in the conversation, + but was very languid; and Coventry detected that she had been crying. + </p> + <p> + After dinner, Knight brought in a verbal message from Jael to Mr. Raby, to + the effect that the young gentleman was stiff and sore, and she had sent + into Hillsborough for Dr. Amboyne. + </p> + <p> + “Quite right of her,” said the squire. “You needn't look so alarmed, + Grace; there are no bones broken; and he is in capital hands: he couldn't + have a tenderer nurse than that great strapping lass, nor a better doctor + than my friend and maniac, Amboyne.” + </p> + <p> + Next morning, soon after breakfast, Raby addressed his guests as follows:—“I + was obliged to go into Hillsborough yesterday, and postpone the + purification of that sacred building. But I set a watch on it; and this + day I devote to a pious purpose; I'm going to un-Little the church of my + forefathers; and you can come with me, if you choose.” This invitation, + however, was given in a tone so gloomy, and so little cordial, that + Coventry, courtier-like, said in reply, he felt it would be a painful + sight to his host, and the fewer witnesses the better. Raby nodded assent, + and seemed pleased. Not so Miss Carden. She said: “If that is your + feeling, you had better stay at home. I shall go. I have something to tell + Mr. Raby when we get there; and I'm vain enough to think it will make him + not quite so angry about the poor dear old church.” + </p> + <p> + “Then come, by all means,” said Raby; “for I'm angry enough at present.” + </p> + <p> + Before they got half way to the church, they were hailed from behind: and + turning round, saw the burly figure of Dr. Amboyne coming after them. + </p> + <p> + They waited for him, and he came up with them. He had heard the whole + business from Little, and was warm in the praises of his patient. + </p> + <p> + To a dry inquiry from Raby, whether he approved of his patient desecrating + a church, he said, with delicious coolness, he thought there was not much + harm in that, the church not being used for divine service. + </p> + <p> + At this, Raby uttered an inarticulate but savage growl; and Grace, to + avert a hot discussion, begged the doctor not to go into that question, + but to tell her how Mr. Little was. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, he has received some severe contusions, but there is nothing serious. + He is in good hands, I assure you. I met him out walking with his nurse; + and I must say I never saw a handsomer couple. He is dark; she is fair. + She is like the ancient statues of Venus, massive and grand, but not + clumsy; he is lean and sinewy, as a man ought to be.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, doctor, this from you?” said Grace, with undisguised spite. + </p> + <p> + “Well, it WAS a concession. He was leaning on her shoulder, and her face + and downcast eyes were turned toward him so sweetly—said I to myself—Hum!” + </p> + <p> + “What!” said Raby. “Would you marry him to a farmer's daughter?” + </p> + <p> + “No; I'd let him marry whom he likes; only, having seen him and his nurse + together, it struck me that, between two such fine creatures of the same + age, the tender relation of patient and nurse, sanctioned, as I hear it + is, by a benevolent uncle—” + </p> + <p> + “Confound your impudence!” + </p> + <p> + “—Would hardly stop there. What do you think, Miss Carden?” + </p> + <p> + “I'll tell you, if you will promise, on your honor, never to repeat what I + say.” And she slackened her pace, and lingered behind Mr. Raby. + </p> + <p> + He promised her. + </p> + <p> + “Then,” she whispered in his ear, “I HATE YOU!” + </p> + <p> + And her eyes flashed blue fire at him, and startled him. + </p> + <p> + Then she darted forward, and took Mr. Raby's arm, with a scarlet face, and + a piteous deprecating glance shot back at the sagacious personage she had + defied. + </p> + <p> + Dr. Amboyne proceeded instantly to put himself in this young lady's place, + and so divine what was the matter. The familiar process soon brought a + knowing smile to his sly lip. + </p> + <p> + They entered the church, and went straight to the forge. + </p> + <p> + Raby stood with folded arms, and contemplated the various acts of + sacrilege with a silent distress that was really touching. + </p> + <p> + Amboyne took more interest in the traces of the combat. “Ah!” said he, + “this is where he threw the hot coals in their faces—he has told me + all about it. And look at this pool of blood on the floor! Here he felled + one of them with his shovel. What is this? traces of blood leading up to + this chest!” + </p> + <p> + He opened the chest, and found plain proofs inside that the wounded man + had hid himself in it for some time. He pointed this out to Raby; and gave + it as his opinion that the man's confederates had come back for him, and + carried him away. “These fellows are very true to one another. I have + often admired them for that.” + </p> + <p> + Raby examined the blood-stained interior of the chest, and could not help + agreeing with the sagacious doctor. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said he, sadly; “if we had been sharp, we might have caught the + blackguard. But I was in a hurry to leave the scene of sacrilege. Look + here; the tomb of a good knight defiled into an oven, and the pews + mutilated—and all for the base uses of trade.” And in this strain he + continued for a long time so eloquently that, at last, he roused Grace + Carden's ire. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Raby,” said she, firmly, “please add to those base uses one more. One + dismal night, two poor creatures, a man and a woman, lost their way in the + snow; and, after many a hard struggle, the cold and the snow overpowered + them, and death was upon them. But, just at her last gasp, the girl saw a + light, and heard the tinkling of a hammer. She tottered toward it; and it + was a church. She just managed to strike the door with her benumbed hands, + and then fell insensible. When she came to herself, gentle hands had laid + her before two glorious fires in that cold tomb there. Then the same + gentle hands gave her food and wine, and words of comfort, and did + everything for her that brave men do for poor weak suffering women. Yes, + sir, it was my life he saved, and Mr. Coventry's too; and I can't bear to + hear a word against him, especially while I stand looking at his poor + forge, and his grates, that you abuse; but I adore them, and bless them; + and so would you, if they had saved your life, as they did mine. You don't + love me one bit; and it is very cruel.” + </p> + <p> + Raby stood astonished and silent. At last he said, in a very altered tone, + quite mild and deprecating, “Why did you not tell me this before?” + </p> + <p> + “Because he made us promise not. Would you have had me betray my + benefactor?” + </p> + <p> + “No. You are a brave girl, an honest girl. I love you more than a bit, + and, for your sake, I forgive him the whole thing. I will never call it + sacrilege again, since its effect was to save an angel's life. Come, now, + you have shown a proper spirit, and stood up for the absent, and brought + me to submission by your impetuosity, so don't spoil it all by crying.” + </p> + <p> + “No, I won't,” said Grace, with a gulp. But her tears would not cease all + in a moment. She had evoked that tender scene, in which words and tears of + true and passionate love had rained upon her. They were an era in her + life; had swept forever out of her heart all the puny voices that had + prattled what they called love to her; and that divine music, should she + ever hear it again? She had resigned it, had bidden it shine upon another. + For this, in reality, her tears were trickling. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Raby took a much lighter view of it, and, to divert attention from + her, he said, “Hallo! why this inscription has become legible. It used to + be only legible in parts. Is that his doing?” + </p> + <p> + “Not a doubt of it,” said Amboyne. + </p> + <p> + “Set that against his sacrilege.” + </p> + <p> + “Miss Carden and I are both agreed it was not sacrilege. What is here in + this pew? A brass! Why this is the brass we could none of us decipher. + Hang me, if he has not read it, and restored it!” + </p> + <p> + “So he has. And where's the wonder? We live in a glorious age” (Raby + smiled) “that has read the written mountains of the East, and the + Abyssinian monuments: and he is a man of the age, and your mediaeval + brasses are no more to him than cuneiform letters to Rawlinson. Let me + read this resuscitated record. 'Edith Little, daughter of Robert Raby, by + Leah Dence his wife:' why here's a hodge-podge! What! have the noble Rabys + intermarried with the humble Dences?” + </p> + <p> + “So it seems. A younger son.” + </p> + <p> + “And a Raby, daughter of Dence, married a Little three hundred years ago?” + </p> + <p> + “So it seems.” + </p> + <p> + “Then what a pity this brass was not deciphered thirty years ago! But + never mind that. All I demand is tardy justice to my protege. Is not this + a remarkable man? By day he carves wood, and carries out a philanthropic + scheme (which I mean to communicate to you this very day, together with + this young man's report); at night he forges tools that all Hillsborough + can't rival; in an interval of his work he saves a valuable life or two; + in another odd moment he fights like a lion, one to four; even in his + moments of downright leisure, when he is neither saving life nor taking + it, he practices honorable arts, restores the fading letters of a + charitable bequest, and deciphers brasses, and vastly improves his uncle's + genealogical knowledge, who, nevertheless, passed for an authority, till + my Crichton stepped upon the scene.” + </p> + <p> + Raby bore all this admirably. “You may add,” said he, “that he + nevertheless finds time to correspond with his friends. Here is a letter, + addressed to Miss Carden, I declare!” + </p> + <p> + “A letter to me!” said Grace, faintly. + </p> + <p> + Raby handed it over the pew to her, and turned the address, so that she + could judge for herself. + </p> + <p> + She took it very slowly and feebly, and her color came and went. + </p> + <p> + “You seemed surprised; and so am I. It must have been written two days + ago.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, what on earth could he have to say to you?” + </p> + <p> + “I suppose it is the reply to mine,” stammered Grace. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Raby looked amazement, and something more. + </p> + <p> + Grace faltered out an explanation. “When he had saved my life, I was so + grateful I wanted to make him a return. I believed Jael Dence and he—I + have so high an opinion of her—I ventured to give him a hint that he + might find happiness there.” + </p> + <p> + Raby bit his lip. “A most singular interference on the part of a young + lady,” said he, stiffly. “You are right, doctor; this age resembles no + other. I suppose you meant it kindly; but I am very sorry you felt called + upon, at your age, to put any such idea into the young man's head.” + </p> + <p> + “So am I,” said poor Grace. “Oh, pray forgive me. I am so unhappy.” And + she hid her face in her hands. + </p> + <p> + “Of course I forgive you,” said Raby. “But, unfortunately, I knew nothing + of all this, and went and put him under her charge; and here he has found + a precedent for marrying a Dence—found it on this confounded brass! + Well, no matter. Life is one long disappointment. What does he say? Where + is the letter gone to? It has vanished.” + </p> + <p> + “I have got it safe,” said Grace, deprecatingly. + </p> + <p> + “Then please let me know what he says.” + </p> + <p> + “What, read his letter to you?” + </p> + <p> + “Why not, pray? I'm his uncle. He is my heir-at-law. I agree with Amboyne, + he has some fine qualities. It is foolish of me, no doubt, but I am very + anxious to know what he says about marrying my tenant's daughter.” Then, + with amazing dignity, “Can I be mistaken in thinking I have a right to + know who my nephew intends to marry?” And he began to get very red. + </p> + <p> + Grace hung her head, and, trembling a little, drew the letter very slowly + out of her bosom. + </p> + <p> + It just flashed through her mind how cruel it was to make her read out the + death-warrant of her heart before two men; but she summoned all a woman's + fortitude and self-defense, prepared to hide her anguish under a marble + demeanor, and quietly opened the letter. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0020" id="link2HCH0020"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XX. + </h2> + <p> + “You advise me to marry one, when I love another; and this, you think, is + the way to be happy. It has seldom proved so, and I should despise + happiness if I could only get it in that way. + </p> + <p> + “Yours, sadly but devotedly, + </p> + <p> + “H. LITTLE. + </p> + <p> + “Will you wait two years?” + </p> + <p> + Grace, being on her defense, read this letter very slowly, and as if she + had to decipher it. That gave her time to say, “Yours, et cetera,” instead + of “sadly and devotedly.” (Why be needlessly precise?) As for the + postscript, she didn't trouble them with that at all. + </p> + <p> + She then hurried the letter into her pocket, that it might not be asked + for, and said, with all the nonchalance she could manage to assume, “Oh, + if he loves somebody else!” + </p> + <p> + “No; that is worse still,” said Mr. Raby. “In his own rank of life, it is + ten to one if he finds anything as modest, as good, and as loyal as + Dence's daughter. It's some factory-girl, I suppose.” + </p> + <p> + “Let us hope not,” said Grace, demurely; but Amboyne noticed that her + cheek was now flushed, and her eyes sparkling like diamonds. + </p> + <p> + Soon afterward she strolled apart, and took a wonderful interest in the + monuments and things, until she found an opportunity to slip out into the + church-yard. There she took the letter out, and kissed it again and again, + as if she would devour it; and all the way home she was as gay as a lark. + Amboyne put himself in her place. + </p> + <p> + When they got home, he said to her, “My dear Miss Carden, I have a favor + to ask you. I want an hour's conversation with Mr. Raby. Will you be so + very kind as to see that I am not interrupted?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh yes. No; you must tell me, first, what you are going to talk about. I + can't have gentlemen talking nonsense together UNINTERRUPTEDLY.” + </p> + <p> + “You ladies claim to monopolize nonsense, eh? Well, I am going to talk + about my friend, Mr. Little. Is he nonsense?” + </p> + <p> + “That depends. What are you going to say about him?” + </p> + <p> + “Going to advance his interests—and my own hobby. Such is man.” + </p> + <p> + “Never mind what is man; what is your hobby?” + </p> + <p> + “Saving idiotic ruffians' lives.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, that is a hobby. But, if Mr. Little is to profit by it, never mind; + you shall not be interrupted, if I can keep 'les facheux' away.” + </p> + <p> + Accordingly she got her work, and sat in the hall. Here, as she expected, + she was soon joined by Mr. Coventry, and he found her in a gracious mood, + and in excellent spirits. + </p> + <p> + After some very pleasant conversation, she told him she was keeping + sentinel over Dr. Amboyne and his hobby. + </p> + <p> + “What is that?” + </p> + <p> + “Saving idiotic ruffians' lives. Ha! ha! ha!” + </p> + <p> + Her merry laugh rang through the hall like a peal of bells. + </p> + <p> + Coventry stared, and then gave up trying to understand her and her eternal + changes. He just set himself to please her, and he never found it easier + than that afternoon. + </p> + <p> + Meantime Dr. Amboyne got Raby alone, and begged leave, in the first place, + to premise that his (Raby's) nephew was a remarkable man. To prove it, he + related Little's whole battle with the Hillsborough Trades; and then + produced a report the young man had handed him that very day. It was + actually in his pocket during the fight, mute protest against that + barbarous act. + </p> + <p> + The Report was entitled—“LIFE, LABOR AND CAPITAL IN HILLSBOROUGH,” + and was divided into two parts. + </p> + <p> + Part 1 was entitled—“PECULIARITIES OF CUTLERY HURTFUL TO LIFE AND + HEALTH.” + </p> + <p> + And part 2 was entitled—“The REMEDIES TO THE ABOVE.” + </p> + <p> + Part 2 was divided thus:— + </p> + <p> + A. What the masters could do. + </p> + <p> + B. What the workmen could do. + </p> + <p> + C. What the Legislature could do. + </p> + <p> + Part 1 dealt first with the diseases of the grinders; but instead of + </p> + <p> + quoting it, I ask leave to refer to Chapter VIII., where the main facts + lie recorded. + </p> + <p> + Having thus curtailed the Report, I print the remainder in an Appendix, + for the use of those few readers who can endure useful knowledge in works + of this class. + </p> + <p> + Raby read the report without moving a muscle. + </p> + <p> + “Well, what do you think of him?” asked Amboyne. + </p> + <p> + “I think he is a fool to trouble his head whether these animals live or + die.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, that is my folly; not his. At bottom, he cares no more than you do.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I retract my observation.” + </p> + <p> + “As to its being folly, or as to Little being the fool?” + </p> + <p> + “Whichever you like best.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you. Well, but to be serious, this young man is very anxious to be + a master, instead of a man. What do you say? Will you help his ambition, + and my sacred hobby?” + </p> + <p> + “What, plunge you deeper in folly, and him in trade? Not I. I don't + approve folly, I hate trade. But I tell you what I'll do. If he and his + mother can see my conduct in its proper light, and say so, they can come + to Raby, and he can turn gentleman, take the name of Raby, as he has got + the face, and be my heir.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you serious, Raby?” + </p> + <p> + “Perfectly.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you had better write it, and I'll take it to him.” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly.” He sat down and wrote as follows: + </p> + <p> + “SIR,—What has recently occurred appears calculated to soften one of + those animosities which, between persons allied in blood, are always to be + regretted. I take the opportunity to say, that if your mother, under your + advice, will now reconsider the duties of a trustee, and my conduct in + that character, and her remarks on that conduct, I think she will do me + justice, and honor me once more with her esteem. Should this be the + result, I further hope that she and yourself will come to Raby, and that + you will change that way of life which you have found so full of thorns, + and prepare yourself to succeed to my name and place. I am, your obedient + servant, + </p> + <p> + “GUY RABY.” + </p> + <p> + “There read that.” + </p> + <p> + Amboyne read it, and approved it. Then he gave a sigh, and said, “And so + down goes my poor hobby.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, never mind,” said Raby; “you've got one or two left in your stable.” + </p> + <p> + Dr. Amboyne went out, and passed through the hall. There he found Mr. + Coventry and Miss Carden: the latter asked him, rather keenly, if the + conference was over. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, and not without a result: I'll read it to you.” He did so, and + Grace's cheek was dyed with blushes, and her eyes beamed with joy. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, how noble is, and how good you are. Run! Fly!” + </p> + <p> + “Such movements are undignified, and unsuited to my figure. Shall I roll + down the hill? That would be my quickest way.” + </p> + <p> + This discussion was cut short by a servant, who came to tell the doctor + that a carriage was ordered for him, and would be round in a minute. Dr. + Amboyne drove off, and Miss Carden now avoided Coventry: she retired to + her room. But, it seems, she was on the watch; for, on the doctor's + return, she was the person who met him in the hall. + </p> + <p> + “Well?” said she, eagerly. + </p> + <p> + “Well, would you believe it? he declines. He objects to leave his way of + life, and to wait for dead men's shoes.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Dr. Amboyne! And you were there to advise him!” + </p> + <p> + “I did not venture to advise him. There was so much to be said on both + sides.” Then he went off to Raby with the note; but, as he went, he heard + Grace say, in a low voice, “Ah, you never thought of me.” + </p> + <p> + Little's note ran thus: + </p> + <p> + “SIR,—I thank you for your proposal; and as to the first part of it, + I quite agree, and should be glad to see my mother and you friends again. + But, as to my way of life, I have chosen my path, and mean to stick to it. + I hope soon to be a master, instead of a workman, and I shall try and + behave like a gentleman, so that you may not have to blush for me. Should + blush for myself if I were to give up industry and independence, and take + to waiting for dead men's shoes; that is a baser occupation than any trade + in Hillsborough, I think. This is not as politely written as I could wish; + but I am a blunt fellow, and I hope you will excuse it. I am not + ungrateful to you for shooting those vermin, nor for your offer, though I + can not accept it. Yours respectfully, + </p> + <p> + “HENRY LITTLE.” + </p> + <p> + Raby read this, and turned white with rage. + </p> + <p> + He locked the letter up along with poor Mrs. Little's letters, and merely + said, “I have only one request to make. Never mention the name of Little + to me again.” + </p> + <p> + Dr. Amboyne went home very thoughtful. + </p> + <p> + That same day Mr. Carden wrote from London to his daughter informing her + he should be at Hillsborough next day to dinner. She got the letter next + morning, and showed it to Mr. Raby. He ordered his carriage after + breakfast for Hillsborough. + </p> + <p> + This was a blow to Grace. She had been hoping all this time a fair + opportunity might occur for saying something to young Little. + </p> + <p> + She longed to write to him, and set his heart and her own at rest. But a + great shyness and timidity paralyzed her, and she gave up the idea of + writing, and had hitherto been hoping they might meet, and she might + reinstate herself by some one cunning word. And now the end of it all was, + that she was driven away from Raby Hall without doing any thing but wish, + and sigh, and resolve, and give up her resolutions with a blush. + </p> + <p> + The carriage passed the farm on its way to Hillsborough. This was Grace's + last chance. + </p> + <p> + Little was standing at the porch. + </p> + <p> + A thrill of delight traversed Grace's bosom. + </p> + <p> + It was followed, however, by a keen pang. Jael Dence sat beside him, + sewing; and Grace saw, in a moment, she was sewing complacently. It was + more than Grace could bear. She pulled the check-string, and the carriage + stopped. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0021" id="link2HCH0021"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXI. + </h2> + <p> + Henry Little, at this moment, was in very low spirits. His forge was in + the yard, and a faithful body-guard at his service; but his right arm was + in a sling, and so he was brought to a stand-still; and Coventry was with + Grace at the house; and he, like her, was tortured with jealousies; and + neither knew what the other suffered. + </p> + <p> + But everything vanished in a flood of joy when the carriage stopped and + that enchanting face looked out at him, covered with blushes, that told + him he could not be indifferent to her. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Mr. Little, are you better?” + </p> + <p> + “I'm all right. But, you see, I can't work.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, poor arm. But why should you work? Why not accept Mr. Raby's offer? + How proud you are!” + </p> + <p> + “Should you have thought any better of me if I had?” + </p> + <p> + “No. I don't want you altered. It would spoil you. You will come and see + us at Woodbine Villa! Only think how many things we have to talk of now.” + </p> + <p> + “May I?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, of course.” + </p> + <p> + “And will you wait two years for me?” + </p> + <p> + “Two years!” (blushing like a rose.) “Why, I hope it will not be two days + before you come and see us.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, you mock me.” + </p> + <p> + “No; no. But suppose you should take the advice I gave you in my mad + letter?” + </p> + <p> + “There's no fear of that.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you sure?” (with a glance at Jael.) + </p> + <p> + “Quite sure.” + </p> + <p> + “Then—good-by. Please drive on.” + </p> + <p> + She wouldn't answer his question; but her blushes and her radiant + satisfaction, and her modest but eloquent looks of love, fully compensated + her silence on that head, and the carriage left him standing there, a + figure of rapture. + </p> + <p> + Next day Dr. Amboyne rode up to the farm with a long envelope, and waved + it over his head in triumph. It contained a communication from the + Secretary of the Philanthropic Society. The committee were much struck + with Mr. Little's report, but feared that no manufacturer would act on his + suggestions. They were willing to advance L500 toward setting Mr. Little + himself up as a manufacturer, if he would bind himself to adopt and carry + out the improvements suggested in his report. The loan to bear no + interest, and the return of the capital to depend upon the success of the + scheme. Dr. Amboyne for the society, to have the right of inspecting Mr. + Little's books, if any doubt should arise on that head. An agreement was + inclosed, and this was more full, particular, and stringent in form than + the above, but the purport substantially the same. + </p> + <p> + Little could not believe his good fortune at first. But there was no + disbelieving it; the terms were so cold, precise, and business-like. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, doctor,” said he, “you have made a man of me; for this is your doing, + I know.” + </p> + <p> + “Of course I used my influence. I was stimulated by two spurs, friendship + and my hobby. Now shake hands over it, and no fine speeches, but tell me + when you can begin. 'My soul's in arms, and eager for the fray.'” + </p> + <p> + “Begin? Why as soon as I get the money.” + </p> + <p> + “That will come down directly, if I telegraph that you accept the terms. + Call in a witness, and sign the agreement.” + </p> + <p> + Jael Dence was called in, and the agreement signed and witnessed, and away + went the doctor in high spirits, after making an appointment with Henry in + Hillsborough for the next day. + </p> + <p> + Henry and Jael Dence talked eagerly over his new prospects. But though + they were great friends, there was nothing to excite Grace's jealousy. No + sooner was Little proved to be Raby's nephew than Jael Dence, in her + humility, shrank back, and was inwardly ashamed of herself. She became + respectful as well as kind; called him “the young master” behind his back, + and tried to call him “Sir” to his face, only he would not let her. + </p> + <p> + Next day Little went to his mother and told her all. She was deeply + interested, but bitterly disappointed at Henry's refusal of Raby's offer. + “He will never forgive us now,” she said. “And oh, Henry, if you love + Grace Carden, that was the way to marry her.” This staggered him; but he + said he had every reason to hope she would marry him without his + sacrificing his independence, and waiting with his hands in his pockets + for dead men's shoes. + </p> + <p> + Then he went to Dr. Amboyne, and there were the five hundred pounds + waiting for him; but, never having possessed such a sum before, he begged + the doctor to give him only L100 at a time. To finish for the present with + this branch of the story, he was lucky enough to make an excellent + bargain, bought the plant and stock of a small master-grinder recently + deceased. He then confined the grinding to saws and razors; and this + enabled him to set up his own forge on the premises, and to employ a few + file-cutters. It was all he could do at starting. Then came the important + question, What would the Trades say? He was not long in suspense; Grotait + called on him, expressed his regret at the attack that had been made on + him, and his satisfaction that now the matter could be happily arranged. + “This,” said he, “is the very proposal I was going to make to you (but you + wouldn't hear me), to set up as a small master, and sell your + carving-tools to London instead of to Hillsboro'.” + </p> + <p> + “What! will that make me right with the trade?” + </p> + <p> + “Pretty near. We protect the workmen from unfair competition, not the + masters. However, if you wish to cure the sore altogether, let your own + hands grind the tools, and send them out to be handled by Parkin: he has + got men on the box; trade is dull.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I don't object to that.” + </p> + <p> + “Then, I say, let by-gones be gone-byes.” + </p> + <p> + They shook hands over this, and in a very few hours it was known that Mr. + Little was right with the trade. + </p> + <p> + His early experiences as a philanthropic master were rather curious; but I + shall ask leave to relate them in a series of their own, and to deal at + present with matters of more common interest. + </p> + <p> + He called twice on Grace Carden; but she was out. The third time he found + her at home; but there was a lady with her, talking about the ball Mr. and + Miss Carden were about to give. It was a subject calculated to excite + volubility, and Henry could not get in a word edgewise. But he received + some kind glances that made his heart beat. + </p> + <p> + The young lady sat there and gabbled; for she felt sure that no topic + imported by a male creature could compete in interest with “the ball.” So, + at last, Henry rose in despair. But Grace, to whom her own ball had been a + bore for the last half hour, went with him to the door; and he seized the + opportunity to tell her he was a workmen no longer, but a master, having + workmen under him. + </p> + <p> + Grace saw he was jubilant, so she was glad directly, and said so. + </p> + <p> + But then she shook her pretty head, and hoped he would not have to regret + Mr. Raby's offer. + </p> + <p> + “Never,” said he, firmly; “unless I lose you. Now I'm a master, instead of + a man, won't you wait two years for me?” + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Grace, archly. Then, with a look that sent him to heaven, “Not + two, but TWENTY, sooner than you should be unhappy, after all you and I—” + </p> + <p> + The sentence was never completed. She clapped one hand swiftly before her + scarlet face, and ran away to hide, and think of what she had done. It was + full five minutes before she would bring her face under the eye of that + young gossip in the drawing-room. + </p> + <p> + As for Henry, he received the blow full in his heart, and it quite + staggered him. He couldn't believe it at first; but when he realized it, + waves and waves of joy seemed to rise inside him, and he went off in such + a rapture he hardly trod the earth. + </p> + <p> + He went home, and kissed his mother, and told her, and she sympathized + with him perforce, though she was jealous at bottom, poor thing. + </p> + <p> + The next day Grace received an unexpected visitor—Jael Dence. + </p> + <p> + Grace stared at sight of her, and received her very coldly. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, miss,” said Jael, “don't look so at me that love you dearly;” and + with this threw her arms round her neck, and kissed her. + </p> + <p> + Grace was moved by this; but felt uncomfortable, and even struggled a + little, but in vain. Jael was gentle, but mighty. “It's about your letter, + miss.” + </p> + <p> + “Then let me go,” cried Grace. “I wish I had never written it.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay; don't say so. I should never have known how good you are.” + </p> + <p> + “What a fool I am, you mean. How dare you read my letter? Oh! did he show + it you? That was very cruel, if he did.” + </p> + <p> + “No, miss, he never showed it me; and I never read it. I call it mean to + read another body's letter. But, you know, 'tisn't every woman thinks so: + and a poor lass that is very fond of me—and I scold her bitterly—she + took the letter out of his pocket, and told me what was in it.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well, then,” said Grace, coldly, “it is right you should also read + his answer. I'll bring it you.” + </p> + <p> + “Not to-day, miss, if you please. There is no need. I know him: he is too + much of a man to marry one girl when he loves another; and 'tis you he + loves, and I hope you will be happy together.” + </p> + <p> + A few quiet tears followed these brave words, and Grace looked at her + askant, and began to do her justice. + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” said she, with a twinge of jealousy, “you know him better than I. + You have answered for him, in his very words. Yet you can't love him as I + do. I hope you are not come to ask me to give him up again, for I can't.” + Then she said, with quick defiance, “Take him from me, if you can.” Then, + piteously, “And if you do, you will kill me.” + </p> + <p> + “Dear heart, I came of no such errand. I came to tell you I know how + generous you have been to me, and made me your friend till death; and, + when a Dence says that, she means it. I have been a little imprudent: but + not so very. First word I said to him, in this very house, was, 'Are you + really a workman?' I had the sense to put that question; for, the first + moment I clapped eyes on him, I saw my danger like. Well, he might have + answered me true; but you see he didn't. I think I am not so much to + blame. Well, he is the young squire now, and no mate for me; and he loves + you, that are of his own sort. That is sure to cure me—after a + while. Simple folk like me aren't used to get their way, like the gentry. + It takes a deal of patience to go through the world. If you think I'll let + my heart cling to another woman's sweetheart—nay, but I'd tear it + out of my breast first. Yes, I dare say, it will be a year or two before I + can listen to another man's voice without hating him for wooing of me; but + time cures all that don't fight against the cure. And YOU'LL love me a + little, miss, now, won't you? You used to do, before I deserved it half as + well as I do to-day.” + </p> + <p> + “Of course I shall love you, my poor Jael. But what is my love, compared + with that you are now giving up so nobly?” + </p> + <p> + “It is not much,” said Jael, frankly; “but 'a little breaks a high fall.' + And I'm one that can only enjoy my own. Better a penny roll with a clear + conscience, than my neighbor's loaf. I'd liever take your love, and + deserve it, than try to steal his.” + </p> + <p> + All this time Grace was silently watching her, to see if there was any + deceit, or self-deceit, in all this; and, had there been, it could not + have escaped so keen and jealous an eye. But no, the limpid eye, the + modest, sober voice, that trembled now and then, but always recovered its + resolution, repelled doubt or suspicion. + </p> + <p> + Grace started to her feet, and said, with great enthusiasm. “I give you + the love and respect you deserve so well; and I thank God for creating + such a character now and then—to embellish this vile world.” + </p> + <p> + Then she flung herself upon Jael, with wonderful abandon and grace, and + kissed her so eagerly that she made poor Jael's tears flow very fast + indeed. + </p> + <p> + She would not let her go back to Cairnhope. + </p> + <p> + Henry remembered about the ball, and made up his mind to go and stand in + the road: he might catch a glimpse of her somehow. He told his mother he + should not be home to supper; and to get rid of the time before the ball, + he went to the theater: thence, at ten o'clock, to “Woodbine Villa,” and + soon found himself one of a motley group. Men, women, and children were + there to see the company arrive; and as, among working-people, the idle + and the curious are seldom well-to-do, they were rather a scurvy lot, and + each satin or muslin belle, brave with flowers and sparkling with gems, + had to pass through a little avenue of human beings in soiled fustian, + dislocated bonnets, rags, and unwashed faces. + </p> + <p> + Henry got away from this class of spectators, and took up his station + right across the road. He leaned against the lamp-post, and watched the + drawing-room windows for Grace. + </p> + <p> + The windows were large, and, being French, came down to the balcony. + Little saw many a lady's head and white shoulders, but not the one he + sought. + </p> + <p> + Presently a bedroom window was opened, and a fair face looked out into the + night for a moment. It was Jael Dence. + </p> + <p> + She had assisted Miss Carden to dress, and had then, at her request, + prepared the room, and decked it with flowers, to receive a few of the + young lady's more favored friends. This done, she opened the window, and + Henry Little saw her. + </p> + <p> + Nor was it long before she saw him; for the light of the lamp was full on + him. + </p> + <p> + But he was now looking intently in at the drawing-room windows, and with a + ghastly expression. + </p> + <p> + The fact is, that in the short interval between his seeing Jael and her + seeing him, the quadrilles had been succeeded by a waltz, and Grace + Carden's head and shoulders were now flitting at intervals, past the + window in close proximity to the head of her partner. What with her snowy, + glossy shoulders, her lovely face, and her exquisite head and brow + encircled with a coronet of pearls, her beauty seemed half-regal, + half-angelic; yet that very beauty, after the first thrill of joy which + the sudden appearance of a beloved one always causes, was now passing cold + iron through her lover's heart. For why? A man's arm was round the supple + waist, a man's hand held that delicate palm, a man's head seemed wedded to + that lovely head, so close were the two together. And the encircling arm, + the passing hand, the head that came and went, and rose and sank, with + her, like twin cherries on a stalk, were the arm, the hand, and the head + of Mr. Frederick Coventry. + </p> + <p> + Every time those two heads flitted past the window together, they + inflicted a spasm of agony on Henry Little, and, between the spasms, his + thoughts were bitter beyond expression. An icy barrier still between them, + and none between his rival and her! Coventry could dance voluptuously with + her before all the world; but he could only stand at the door of that + Paradise, and groan and sicken with jealous anguish at the sight. + </p> + <p> + Now and then he looked up, and saw Jael Dence. She was alone. Like him, + she was excluded from that brilliant crowd. He and she were born to work; + these butterflies on the first floor, to enjoy. + </p> + <p> + Their eyes met; he saw soft pity in hers. He cast a mute, but touching + appeal. She nodded, and withdrew from the window. Then he knew the + faithful girl would try and do something or other for him. + </p> + <p> + But he never moved from his pillar of torture. Jealous agony is the one + torment men can not fly from; it fascinates, it holds, it maddens. + </p> + <p> + Jael came to the drawing-room door just as the waltz ended, and tried to + get to Miss Carden; but there were too many ladies and gentlemen, + especially about the door. + </p> + <p> + At last she caught Grace's eye, but only for a moment; and the young lady + was in the very act of going out on the balcony for air, with her partner. + </p> + <p> + She did go out, accompanied by Mr. Coventry, and took two or three turns. + Her cheek was flushed, her eye kindled, and the poor jealous wretch over + the way saw it, and ascribed all that to the company of his rival. + </p> + <p> + While she walked to and fro with fawn-like grace, conversing with Mr. + Coventry, yet secretly wondering what that strange look Jael had given her + could mean, Henry leaned, sick at heart, against the lamp-post over the + way; and, at last, a groan forced its way out of him. + </p> + <p> + Faint as the sound was, Grace's quick ear caught it, and she turned her + head. She saw him directly, and blushed high, and turned pale, all in a + moment; for, in that single moment, her swift woman's heart told her why + he was so ghastly, and why that sigh of distress. + </p> + <p> + She stopped short in her walk, and began to quiver from head to foot. + </p> + <p> + But, after a few moments of alarm, distress, and perplexity, love and high + spirit supplied the place of tact, and she did the best and most + characteristic thing she could. Just as Mr. Coventry, who had observed her + shiver, was asking her if she found it too cold, she drew herself up to + her full height, and, turning round, kissed her hand over the balcony to + Henry Little with a sort of princely grandeur, and an ardor of recognition + and esteem that set his heart leaping, and his pale cheek blushing, and + made Coventry jealous in his turn. Yes, one eloquent gesture did that in a + moment. + </p> + <p> + But the brave girl was too sensitive to prolong such a situation: the + music recommenced at that moment, and she seized the opportunity, and + retired to the room; she courtesied to Little at the window, and this time + he had the sense to lift his hat to her. + </p> + <p> + The moment she entered the room Grace Carden slipped away from Mr. + Coventry, and wound her way like a serpent through the crowd, and found + Jael Dence at the door. She caught her by the arm, and pinched her. She + was all trembling. Jael drew her up the stairs a little way. + </p> + <p> + “You have seen him out there?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; and I—oh!” + </p> + <p> + “There! there. Think of the folk. Fight it down.” + </p> + <p> + “I will. Go to him, and say I can't bear it. Him to stand there—while + those I don't care a pin for—oh, Jael, for pity's sake get him home + to his mother.” + </p> + <p> + “There, don't you fret. I know what to say.” + </p> + <p> + Jael went down; borrowed the first shawl she could lay her hand on; hooded + herself with it, and was across the road in a moment. + </p> + <p> + “You are to go home directly.” + </p> + <p> + “Who says so?” + </p> + <p> + “She does.” + </p> + <p> + “What, does she tell me to go away, and leave her to him?” + </p> + <p> + “What does that matter? her heart goes with you.” + </p> + <p> + “No, no.” + </p> + <p> + “Won't you take my word for it? I'm not given to lying.” + </p> + <p> + “I know that. Oh, Jael, sweet, pretty, good-hearted Jael, have pity on me, + and tell me the truth: is it me she loves, or that Coventry?” + </p> + <p> + “It is you.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, bless you! bless you! Ah, if I could only be sure of that, what + wouldn't I do for her? But, if she loves me, why, why send me away? It is + very cruel that so many should be in the same room with her, and HE should + dance with her, and I must not even look on and catch a glimpse of her now + and then. I won't go home.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” said Jael, “you are like all the young men: you think only of + yourself. And you call yourself a scholar of the good doctor's.” + </p> + <p> + “And so I am.” + </p> + <p> + “Then why don't you go by his rule, and put yourself in a body's place? + Suppose you was in her place, master of this house like, and dancing with + a pack of girls you didn't care for, and SHE stood out here, pale and + sighing; and suppose things were so that you couldn't come out to her, nor + she come in to you, wouldn't it cut you to the heart to see her stand in + the street and look so unhappy—poor lad? Be good, now, and go home + to thy mother. Why stand here and poison the poor young lady's pleasure—such + as 'tis—and torment thyself.” Jael's own eyes filled, and that proof + of sympathy inclined Henry all the more to listen to her reason. + </p> + <p> + “You are wise, and good, and kind,” he said. “But oh, Jael, I adore her + so, I'd rather be in hell with her than in heaven without her. Half a loaf + is better than no bread. I can't go home and turn my back on the place + where she is. Yes, I'm in torments; but I see. They can't rob my EYES of + her.” + </p> + <p> + “To oblige HER!” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; I'll do anything to oblige HER. If I could only believe she loves + me.” + </p> + <p> + “Put it to the proof, if you don't believe me.” + </p> + <p> + “I will. Tell her I'd much rather stay all night, and catch a glimpse of + her now and then; but yet, tell her I'll go home, if she will promise me + not to dance with that Coventry again.” + </p> + <p> + “There is a condition!” said Jael. + </p> + <p> + “It is a fair one,” said Henry, doggedly, “and I won't go from it.” + </p> + <p> + Jael looked at him, and saw it was no use arguing the matter. So she went + in to the house with his ultimatum. + </p> + <p> + She soon returned, and told him that Miss Grace, instead of being angry, + as she expected, had smiled and looked pleased, and promised not to dance + with Mr. Coventry nor any body else any more that night, “if he would go + straight home and consult his beautiful mother.” “Those were her words,” + said the loyal Dence. “She did say them twice over to make sure.” + </p> + <p> + “God bless her!” cried Henry, warmly; “and bless you too, my best friend. + I'll go this moment.” + </p> + <p> + He cast a long, lingering look at the window, and went slowly down the + street. + </p> + <p> + When he got home, his mother was still up and secretly anxious. + </p> + <p> + He sat down beside her, and told her where he had been and how it had all + ended. “I'm to consult my beautiful mother,” said he, kissing her. + </p> + <p> + “What, does she think I am like my picture now?” + </p> + <p> + “I suppose so. And you are as beautiful as ever in my eyes, mother. And I + do consult you.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Little's black eyes flashed; but she said, calmly, + </p> + <p> + “What about, dearest?” + </p> + <p> + “I really don't know. I suppose it was about what happened tonight. + Perhaps about it all.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Little leaned her head upon her hand and thought. + </p> + <p> + After a moment's reflection, she said to Henry, rather coldly, “If she is + not a very good girl, she must be a very clever one.” + </p> + <p> + “She is both,” said Henry, warmly. + </p> + <p> + “Of that I shall be the best judge,” said Mrs. Little, very coldly indeed. + </p> + <p> + Poor Henry felt quite chilled. He said no more; nor did his mother return + to the subject till they parted for the night, and then it was only to ask + him what church Miss Carden went to—a question that seemed to be + rather frivolous, but he said he thought St. Margaret's. + </p> + <p> + Next Sunday evening, Mrs. Little and he being at tea together, she said to + him quietly—“Well, Harry, I have seen her.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh mother! where?” + </p> + <p> + “At St. Margaret's Church.” + </p> + <p> + “But how did you know her? By her beauty?” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Little smiled, and took a roll of paper out of her muff, that lay on + the sofa. She unfolded it, and displayed a drawing. It represented Grace + Carden in her bonnet, and was a very good likeness. + </p> + <p> + The lover bounced on it, and devoured it with astonishment and delight. + </p> + <p> + “Taken from the bust, and retouched from nature,” said Mrs. Little. “Yes, + dear, I went to St. Margaret's, and asked a pew-opener where she sat. I + placed myself where I could command her features; and you may be sure, I + read her very closely. Well, dear, she bears examination. It is a bright + face, a handsome face, and a good face; and almost as much in love as you + are.” + </p> + <p> + “What makes you fancy that? Oh, you spoke to her?” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly not. But I observed her. Restless and listless by turns—her + body in one place, her mind in another. She was so taken up with her own + thoughts she could not follow the service. I saw the poor girl try very + hard several times, but at last she gave it up in despair. Sometimes she + knitted her brow and a young girl seldom does that unless she is thwarted + in her love. And I'll tell you a surer sign still: sometimes tears came + for no visible reason, and stood in her eyes. She is in love; and it can + not be with Mr. Coventry of Bollinghope; for, if she loved him, she would + have nothing to brood on but her wedding-dress; and they never knit their + brows, nor bedew their eyes, thinking of that; that's a smiling subject. + No, it is true love on both sides, I do believe; and that makes my woman's + heart yearn. Harry, dear, I'll make you a confession. You have heard that + a mother's love is purer and more unselfish than any other love: and so it + is. But even mothers are not quite angels always. Sometimes they are just + a little jealous: not, I think, where they are blessed with many children; + but you are my one child, my playmate, my companion, my friend, my only + love. That sweet girl has come, and I must be dethroned. I felt this, and—no, + nothing could ever make me downright thwart your happiness; but a mother's + jealousy made me passive, where I might have assisted you if I had been + all a mother should be.” + </p> + <p> + “No, no, mother; I am the one to blame. You see, it looked so hopeless at + first, I used to be ashamed to talk freely to you. It's only of late I + have opened my heart to you as I ought.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, dear, I am glad you think the blame is not all with me. But what I + see is my own fault, and mean to correct it. She gave you good advice, + dear—to consult your mother. But you shall have my assistance as + well; and I shall begin at once, like a zealous ally. When I say at once—this + is Sunday—I shall begin to-morrow at one o'clock.” + </p> + <p> + Then Henry sat down at her knee, and took her white hand in his brown + ones. + </p> + <p> + “And what shall you do at one o'clock, my beautiful mother?” + </p> + <p> + “I shall return to society.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0022" id="link2HCH0022"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXII. + </h2> + <p> + Next morning Mrs. Little gave her son the benefit of her night's + reflections. + </p> + <p> + “You must let me have some money—all you can spare from your + business; and whilst I am doing something with it for you, you must go to + London, and do exactly what I tell you to do.” + </p> + <p> + “Exactly? Then please write it down.” + </p> + <p> + “A very good plan. Can you go by the express this morning?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, yes, I could; only then I must run down to the works this minute and + speak to the foreman.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, dear, when you come back, your instructions shall be written, and + your bag packed.” + </p> + <p> + “I say, mother, you are going into it in earnest. All the better for me.” + </p> + <p> + At twelve he started for London, with a beautiful set of carving-tools in + his bag, and his mother's instructions in his pocket: those instructions + sent him to a fashionable tailor that very afternoon. With some difficulty + he prevailed on this worthy to make him a dress-suit in twenty-four hours. + Next day he introduced himself to the London trade, showed his + carving-tools, and, after a hard day's work, succeeded in obtaining + several orders. + </p> + <p> + Then he bought some white ties and gloves and an opera hat, and had his + hair cut in Bond Street. + </p> + <p> + At seven he got his clothes at the tailor's, and at eight he was in the + stalls of the opera. His mother had sent him there, to note the dress and + public deportment of gentlemen and ladies, and use his own judgment. He + found his attention terribly distracted by the music and the raptures it + caused him; but still he made some observations; and, consequently, next + day he bought some fashionable shirts and sleeve studs and ribbon ties; + ordered a morning suit of the same tailor, to be sent to him at + Hillsborough; and after canvassing for customers all day, telegraphed his + mother, and reached Hillsborough at eleven P.M. + </p> + <p> + At first sight of him Mrs. Little exclaimed: + </p> + <p> + “Oh! What have you done with your beautiful hair?” + </p> + <p> + He laughed, and said this was the fashion. + </p> + <p> + “But it is like a private soldier.” + </p> + <p> + “Exactly. Part of the Volunteer movement, perhaps.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you sure it is the fashion, dear?” + </p> + <p> + “Quite sure. All the swells in the opera were bullet-headed just like + this.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, if it is the fashion!” said Mrs. Little; and her mind succumbed under + that potent word. + </p> + <p> + She asked him about the dresses of the ladies in the opera. + </p> + <p> + His description was very lame. He said he didn't know he was expected to + make notes of them. + </p> + <p> + “Well, but you might be sure I should like to know. Were there no ladies + dressed as you would like to see your mother dressed?” + </p> + <p> + “Good heavens, no! I couldn't fancy you in a lot of colors; and your + beautiful head deformed into the shape of a gourd, with a beast of a + chignon stuck out behind, made of dead hair.” + </p> + <p> + “No matter. Mr. Henry; I wish I had been with you at the opera. I should + have seen something or other that would have become me.” She gave a little + sigh. + </p> + <p> + He was not to come home to dinner that day, but stay at the works, till + she sent for him. + </p> + <p> + At six o'clock, Jael Dence came for him in a fly, and told him he was to + go home with her. + </p> + <p> + “All right,” said he; “but how did you come there?” + </p> + <p> + “She bade me come and see her again—that day I brought the bust. So + I went to see her, and I found her so busy, and doing more than she was + fit, poor thing, so I made bold to give her a hand. That was yesterday; + and I shall come every day—if 'tis only for an hour—till the + curtains are all up.” + </p> + <p> + “The curtains! what curtains?” + </p> + <p> + “Ask no questions, and you will hear no lies.” + </p> + <p> + Henry remonstrated; Jael recommended patience; and at last they reached a + little villa half way up Heath Hill. “You are at home now,” said Jael, + dryly. The new villa looked very gay that evening, for gas and fires were + burning in every room. + </p> + <p> + The dining-room and drawing room were both on the ground-floor; had each + one enormous window with plate glass, and were rooms of very fair size, + divided by large folding-doors. These were now open, and Henry found his + mother seated in the dining-room, with two workwomen, making curtains, and + in the drawing-room were two more, sewing a carpet. + </p> + <p> + The carpet was down in the dining-room. The tea-table was set, and gave an + air of comfort and housewifely foresight, in the midst of all the + surrounding confusion. + </p> + <p> + Young Little stared. Mrs. Little smiled. + </p> + <p> + “Sit down, and never mind us: give him his tea, my good Jael.” + </p> + <p> + Henry sat down, and, while Jael was making the tea, ventured on a feeble + expostulation. “It's all very fine, mother, but I don't like to see you + make a slave of yourself.” + </p> + <p> + “Slaving!” said Jael, with a lofty air of pity. “Why, she is working for + her own.” Rural logic! + </p> + <p> + “Oh,” said Mrs. Little to her, “these clever creatures we look up to so + are rather stupid in some things. Slave! Why, I am a general leading my + Amazons to victory.” And she waved her needle gracefully in the air. + </p> + <p> + “Well, but why not let the shop do them, where you bought the curtains?' + </p> + <p> + “Because, my dear, the shop would do them very badly, very dearly, and + very slowly. Do you remember reading to me about Caesar, and what he said—'that + a general should not say to his troops “GO and attack the enemy,” “but + COME and attack the enemy”?' Well, that applies to needle-work. I say to + these ladies, 'COME sew these curtains with me;' and the consequence is, + we have done in three days what no shop in Hillsborough would have done + for us in a fortnight; but, as for slaves, the only one has been my good + Jael there. She insisted on moving all the heavy boxes herself. She + dismissed the porter; she said he had no pith in his arms—that was + your expression, I think?” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, ma'am; that was my word: and I never spoke a truer; the useless body. + Why, ma'am, the girls in Cairnhope are most of them well-grown hussies, + and used to work in the fields, and carry full sacks of grain up steps. + Many's the time I have RUN with a sack of barley on my back: so let us + hear no more about your bits of boxes. I wish my mind was as strong.” + </p> + <p> + “Heaven forbid!” said Mrs. Little, with comic fervor. Henry laughed. But + Jael only stared, rather stupidly. By-and-by she said she must go now. + </p> + <p> + “Henry shall take you home, dear.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, I can go by myself.” + </p> + <p> + “It is raining a little, he will take you home in the cab.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, I've got legs of my own,” said the rustic. + </p> + <p> + “Henry, dear,” said the lady, quietly, “take her home in the cab, and then + come back to me.” + </p> + <p> + At the gate of Woodbine Villa, Jael said “it was not good-night this time; + it was good-by: she was going home for Patty's marriage.” + </p> + <p> + “But you will come back again?” said Henry. + </p> + <p> + “Nay, father would be all alone. You'll not see me here again, unless you + were in sorrow or sickness.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, that's like you, Jael. Good-by then, and God bless you wherever you + go.” + </p> + <p> + Jael summoned all her fortitude, and shook hands with him in silence. They + parted, and she fought down her tears, and he went gayly home to his + mother. She told him she had made several visits, and been cordially + received. “And this is how I paved the way for you. So, mind! I said my + brother Raby wished you to take his name, and be his heir; but you had + such a love of manufactures and things, you could not be persuaded to sit + down as a country gentleman. 'Indeed,' I said, his 'love of the thing is + so great that, in order to master it in all its branches, nothing less + would serve him than disguising himself, and going as a workman. But now,' + I said, 'he has had enough of that, so he has set up a small factory, and + will, no doubt, soon achieve a success.' Then I told them about you and + Dr. Amboyne. Your philanthropic views did not interest them for a single + moment; but I could see the poor dear doctor's friendship was a letter of + introduction. There will be no difficulty, dear. There shall be none. What + society Hillsborough boasts, shall open its arms to you.” + </p> + <p> + “But I'm afraid I shall make mistakes.” + </p> + <p> + “Our first little parties shall be given in this house. Your free and easy + way will be excused in a host; the master of the house has a latitude; + and, besides, you and I will rehearse. By the way, please be more careful + about your nails; and you must always wear gloves when you are not + working; and every afternoon you will take a lesson in dancing with me.” + </p> + <p> + “I say, mother, do you remember teaching me to dance a minuet, when I was + little?” + </p> + <p> + “Perfectly. We took great pains; and, at last, you danced it like an + angel. And, shall I tell you, you carry yourself very gracefully?—well, + that is partly owing to the minuet. But a more learned professor will now + take you in hand. He will be here tomorrow at five o'clock.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Little's rooms being nearly square, she set up a round table, at + which eight could dine. But she began with five or six. + </p> + <p> + Henry used to commit a solecism or two. Mrs. Little always noticed them, + and told him. He never wanted telling twice. He was a genial young fellow, + well read in the topics of the day, and had a natural wit; Mrs. Little was + one of those women who can fascinate when they choose; and she chose now; + her little parties rose to eight; and as, at her table, everybody could + speak without rudeness to everybody else, this round table soon began to + eclipse the long tables of Hillsborough in attraction. + </p> + <p> + She and Henry went out a good deal; and, at last, that which Mrs. Little's + good sense had told her must happen, sooner or later, took place. They + met. + </p> + <p> + He was standing talking with one of the male guests, when the servant + announced Miss Carden; and, whilst his heart was beating high, she glided + into the room, and was received by the mistress of the house with all that + superabundant warmth which ladies put on and men don't: guess why? + </p> + <p> + When she turned round from this exuberant affection, she encountered + Henry's black eye full of love and delight, and his tongue tied, and his + swarthy cheek glowing red. She half started, and blushed in turn; and with + one glance drank in every article of dress he had on. Her eyes beamed + pleasure and admiration for a moment, then she made a little courtesy, + then she took a step toward him, and held out her hand a little coyly. + </p> + <p> + Their hands and eyes encountered; and, after that delightful collision, + they were both as demure as cats approaching cream. + </p> + <p> + Before they could say a word of any consequence, a cruel servant announced + dinner, to the great satisfaction of every other soul in the room. + </p> + <p> + Of course they were parted at dinner-time; but they sat exactly opposite + each other, and Henry gazed at her so, instead of minding his business, + that she was troubled a little, and fain to look another way. For all + that, she found opportunity once or twice to exchange thoughts with him. + Indeed, in the course of the two hours, she gave him quite a lesson how to + speak with the eye—an art in which he was a mere child compared with + her. + </p> + <p> + She conveyed to him that she saw his mother and recognized her; and also + she hoped to know her. + </p> + <p> + But some of her telegrams puzzled him. + </p> + <p> + When the gentlemen came up after dinner, she asked him if he would not + present her to his mother. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, thank you!” said he, naively; and introduced them to each other. + </p> + <p> + The ladies courtesied with grace, but a certain formality, for they both + felt the importance of the proceeding, and were a little on their guard. + </p> + <p> + But they had too many safe, yet interesting topics, to be very long at a + loss. + </p> + <p> + “I should have known you by your picture, Mrs. Little.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, then I fear it must be faded since I saw it last.” + </p> + <p> + “I think not. But I hope you will soon judge for yourself.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Little shook her head. Then she said, graciously, “I hear it is to + you I am indebted that people can see I was once—what I am not now.” + </p> + <p> + Grace smiled, well pleased. “Ah,” said she, “I wish you could have seen + that extraordinary scene, and heard dear Mr. Raby. Oh, madam, let nothing + make you believe you have no place in his great heart!” + </p> + <p> + “Pray, pray, do not speak of that. This is no place. How could I bear it?” + and Mrs. Little began to tremble. + </p> + <p> + Grace apologized. “How indiscreet I am; I blurt out every thing that is in + my heart.” + </p> + <p> + “And so do I,” said Henry, coming to her aid. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, YOU,” said Grace, a little saucily. + </p> + <p> + “We do not accept you for our pattern, you see. Pray excuse our bad taste, + Harry.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, excuse ME, Mrs. Little. In some things I should indeed be proud if I + could imitate him; but in others—of course—you know!” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I know. My dear, there is your friend Mr. Applethwaite.” + </p> + <p> + “I see him,” said Henry, carelessly. + </p> + <p> + “Yes; but you don't see every thing,” said Grace, slyly. + </p> + <p> + “Not all at once, like you ladies. Bother my friend Applethwaite. Well, if + I must, I must. Here goes—from Paradise to Applethwaite.” + </p> + <p> + He went off, and both ladies smiled, and one blushed; and, to cover her + blush, said, “it is not every son that has the grace to appreciate his + mother so.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Little opened her eyes at first, and then made her nearest approach + to a laugh, which was a very broad smile, displaying all her white teeth. + “That is a turn I was very far from expecting,” said she. + </p> + <p> + The ice was now broken, and, when Henry returned, he found them conversing + so rapidly and so charmingly, that he could do little more than listen. + </p> + <p> + At last Mr. Carden came in from some other party, and carried his daughter + off, and the bright evening came too soon to a close; but a great point + had been gained: Mrs. Little and Grace Carden were acquaintances now, and + cordially disposed to be friends. + </p> + <p> + The next time these lovers met, matters did not go quite so smoothly. It + was a large party, and Mr. Coventry was there. The lady of the house was a + friend of his, and assigned Miss Carden to him. He took her down to + dinner, and Henry sat a long way off but on the opposite side of the + table. + </p> + <p> + He was once more doomed to look on at the assiduities of his rival, and it + spoiled his dinner for him. + </p> + <p> + But he was beginning to learn that these things must be in society; and + his mother, on the other side of the table, shrugged her shoulders to him, + and conveyed by that and a look that it was a thing to make light of. + </p> + <p> + In the evening the rivals came into contact. + </p> + <p> + Little, being now near her he loved, was in high spirits, and talked + freely and agreeably. He made quite a little circle round him; and as + Grace was one of the party, and cast bright and approving eyes on him, it + stimulated him still more, and he became quite brilliant. + </p> + <p> + Then Coventry, who was smarting with jealousy, set himself to cool all + this down by a subtle cold sort of jocoseness, which, without being + downright rude, operates on conversation of the higher kind like frost on + expanding buds. It had its effect, and Grace chafed secretly, but could + not interfere. It was done very cleverly. Henry was bitterly annoyed; but + his mother, who saw his rising ire in his eye, carried him off to see a + flowering cactus in a hot-house that was accessible from the drawing-room. + When she had got him there, she soothed him and lectured him. “You are not + a match for that man in these petty acts of annoyance, to which a true + gentleman and a noble rival would hardly descend, I think; at all events, + a wise one would not; for, believe me, Mr. Coventry will gain nothing by + this.” + </p> + <p> + “Isn't driving us off the field something? Oh, for the good old days when + men settled these things in five minutes, like men; the girl to one, and + the grave to t'other.” + </p> + <p> + “Heaven forbid those savage days should ever return. We will defeat this + gentleman quietly, if you please.” + </p> + <p> + “How?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, whenever he does this sort of thing, hide your anger; be polite and + dignified; but gradually drop the conversation, and manage to convey to + the rest that it is useless contending against a wet blanket. Why, you + foolish boy, do you think Grace Carden likes him any the better? Whilst + you and I talk, she is snubbing him finely. So you must stay here with me, + and give them time to quarrel. There, to lessen the penance, we will talk + about her. Last time we met her, she told me you were the best-dressed + gentleman in the room.” + </p> + <p> + “And did she like me any better for that?” + </p> + <p> + “Don't you be ungracious, dear. She was proud of you. It gratified her + that you should look well in every way. Oh, if you think that we are going + to change our very natures for you, and make light of dress—why did + I send you to a London tailor? and why am I always at you about your + gloves?” + </p> + <p> + “Mother, I am on thorns.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, we will go back. Stop; let me take a peep first.” + </p> + <p> + She took a peep, and reported, + </p> + <p> + “The little circle is broken up. Mr. Coventry could not amuse them as you + did. Ah! she is in the sulks, and he is mortified. I know there's a French + proverb 'Les absens ont toujours tort.' But it is quite untrue; judicious + absence is a weapon, and I must show you how and when to use it.” + </p> + <p> + “Mother, you are my best friend. What shall we do next?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, go back to the room with me, and put on an imperturbable good humor, + and ignore him; only mind you do that politely, or you will give him an + advantage he is too wise to give you.” + </p> + <p> + Henry was about to obey these orders, but Miss Carden took the word out of + his mouth. + </p> + <p> + “Well! the cactus?” + </p> + <p> + Then, as it is not easy to reply to a question so vague, Henry hesitated. + </p> + <p> + “There, I thought so,” said Grace. + </p> + <p> + “What did you think?” inquired Mrs. Little. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, people don't go into hot-houses to see a cactus; they go to flirt or + else gossip. I'll tell Mrs. White to set a short-hand writer in the great + aloe, next party she gives. Confess, Mrs. Little, you went to criticise + poor us, and there is no cactus at all.” + </p> + <p> + “Miss Carden, I'm affronted. You shall smart for this. Henry, take her + directly and show her the cactus, and clear your mother's character.” + </p> + <p> + Henry offered his arm directly, and they went gayly off. + </p> + <p> + “Is she gone to flirt, or to gossip?” asked a young lady. + </p> + <p> + “Our watches must tell us that,” said Mrs. Little. “If they stay five + minutes—gossip.” + </p> + <p> + “And how many—flirtation?” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, my dear, YOU know better than I do. What do you say? + Five-and-twenty?” + </p> + <p> + The young ladies giggled. + </p> + <p> + Then Mr. Coventry came out strong. He was mortified, he was jealous; he + saw a formidable enemy had entered the field, and had just outwitted and + out-maneuvered him. So what does he do but step up to her, and say to her, + with the most respectful grace, “May I be permitted to welcome you back to + this part of the world? I am afraid I can not exactly claim your + acquaintance; but I have often heard my father speak of you with the + highest admiration. My name is Coventry.” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Coventry, of Bollinghope?” (He bowed.) “Yes; I had the pleasure of + knowing your mother in former days.” + </p> + <p> + “You, have deserted us too long.” + </p> + <p> + “I do not flatter myself I have been missed.” + </p> + <p> + “Is anybody ever missed, Mrs. Little? Believe me, few persons are welcomed + back so cordially as you are.” + </p> + <p> + “That is very flattering, Mr. Coventry. It is for my son's sake I have + returned to society.” + </p> + <p> + “No doubt; but you will remain there for your own. Society is your place. + You are at home in it, and were born to shine in it.” + </p> + <p> + “What makes you think that, pray?” and the widow's cheek flushed a little. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Mrs. Little, I have seen something of the world. Count me amongst + your most respectful admirers. It is a sentiment I have a right to, since + I inherit it.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, Mr. Coventry, then I give you leave to admire me—if you can. + Ah, here they come. Two minutes! I am afraid it was neither gossip nor + flirtation, but only botany.” + </p> + <p> + Grace and Henry came back, looking very radiant. + </p> + <p> + “What do you think?” said Grace, “I never was more surprised in my life, + there really is a cactus, and a night cereus into the bargain. Mrs. + Little, behold a penitent. I bring you my apology, and a jardenia.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, how sweet! Never mind the apology. Quarrel with me often, and bring + me a jardenia. I'll always make it up on those terms.” + </p> + <p> + “Miss White,” said Grace, pompously, “I shall require a few dozen cuttings + from your tree, please tell the gardener. Arrangements are such, I shall + have to grow jardenias on a scale hitherto unprecedented.” + </p> + <p> + There was a laugh, and, in the middle of it, a servant announced Miss + Carden's carriage. + </p> + <p> + “What attentive servants you have, Miss White. I requested that man to be + on the watch, and, if I said a good thing, to announce my carriage + directly; and he did it pat. Now see what an effective exit that gives me. + Good-by, Miss White, good-by, Mrs. Little; may you all disappear as + neatly.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Coventry stepped smartly forward, and offered her his arm with + courteous deference; she took it, and went down with him, but shot over + his shoulder a side-glance of reproach at Little, for not being so prompt + as his rival. + </p> + <p> + “What spirits!” said a young lady. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said another; “but she was as dull as the grave last time I met + her.” + </p> + <p> + So ended that evening, with its little ups and downs. + </p> + <p> + Soon after this, Henry called on Miss Carden, and spent a heavenly hour + with her. He told her his plans for getting on in the world, and she + listened with a demure complacency, that seemed to imply she acknowledged + a personal interest in his success. She told him she had always ADMIRED + his independence in declining his uncle's offer, and now she was beginning + to APPROVE it: “It becomes a man,” said she. + </p> + <p> + From the future they went to the past, and she reminded him of the + snow-storm and the scene in the church; and, in speaking of it, her eye + deepened in color, her voice was low and soft, and she was all tenderness. + </p> + <p> + If love was not directly spoken, it was constantly implied, and, in fact, + that is how true love generally speaks. The eternal “Je vous aime” of the + French novelist is false to nature, let me tell you. + </p> + <p> + “And, when I come back from London, I hope your dear mother will give me + opportunities of knowing her better.” + </p> + <p> + “She will be delighted; but, going to London!” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, we spend six weeks in London every year; and this is our time. I was + always glad to go, before—London is very gay now you know—but + I am not glad now.” + </p> + <p> + “No more am I, I can assure you. I am very sorry.” + </p> + <p> + “Six weeks will soon pass.” + </p> + <p> + “Six weeks of pain is a good long time. You are the sunshine of my life. + And you are going to shine on others, and leave me dark and solitary.” + </p> + <p> + “But how do you know I shall shine on others? Perhaps I shall be duller + than you will, and think all the more of Hillsborough, for being in + London.” + </p> + <p> + The melting tone in which this was said, and the coy and tender + side-glance that accompanied it, were balm of Gilead to the lover. + </p> + <p> + He took comfort, and asked her, cheerfully, if he might write to her. + </p> + <p> + She hesitated a single moment, and then said “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + She added, however, after a pause, “But you can't; for you don't know my + address.” + </p> + <p> + “But you will tell me.” + </p> + <p> + “Never! never! Fifty-eight Clarges Street.” + </p> + <p> + “When do you go?” + </p> + <p> + “The day after to-morrow: at twelve o'clock.” + </p> + <p> + “May I see you off at the train?” + </p> + <p> + She hesitated. “If—you—like,” said she, slowly: “but I think + you had better not.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, let me see the last of you.” + </p> + <p> + “Use your own judgment, dear.” + </p> + <p> + The monosyllable slipped out, unintentionally: she was thinking of + something else. Yet, as soon as she had uttered it, she said “Oh!” and + blushed all, over. “I forgot I was not speaking to a lady,” said she, + innocently: then, right archly, “please forgive me.” + </p> + <p> + He caught her hand, and kissed it devotedly. + </p> + <p> + Then she quivered all over. “You mustn't,” said she with the gentlest + possible tone of reproach. “Oh dear, I am so sorry I am going.” And she + turned her sweet eyes on him, with tears in them. + </p> + <p> + Then a visitor was announced, and they parted. + </p> + <p> + He was deep in love. He was also, by nature, rather obstinate. Although + she had said she thought it would be better for him not to see her off, + yet he would go to the station, and see the last of her. + </p> + <p> + He came straight from the station to his mother. She was upstairs. He + threw himself into a chair, and there she found him, looking ghastly. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, mother! what shall I do?” + </p> + <p> + “What is the matter, love?” + </p> + <p> + “She is false; she is false. She has gone up to London with that + Coventry.” + </p> + <p> + APPENDIX.<br /> <br /> EXTRACT FROM HENRY LITTLE'S REPORT. + </p> + <p> + The File-cutters. + </p> + <p> + “This is the largest trade, containing about three thousand men, and + several hundred women and boys. Their diseases and deaths arise from + poisoning by lead. The file rests on a bed of lead during the process of + cutting, which might more correctly be called stamping; and, as the + stamping-chisel can only be guided to the required nicety by the + finger-nail, the lead is constantly handled and fingered, and enters the + system through the pores. + </p> + <p> + “Besides this, fine dust of lead is set in motion by the blows that drive + the cutting-chisel, and the insidious poison settles on the hair and the + face, and is believed to go direct to the lungs, some of it. + </p> + <p> + “The file-cutter never lives the span of life allotted to man. After many + small warnings his thumb weakens. He neglects that; and he gets touches of + paralysis in the thumb, the arm, and the nerves of the stomach; can't + digest; can't sweat; at last, can't work; goes to the hospital: there they + galvanize him, which does him no harm; and boil him, which does him a deal + of good. He comes back to work, resumes his dirty habits, takes in fresh + doses of lead, turns dirty white or sallow, gets a blue line round his + teeth, a dropped wrist, and to the hospital again or on to the + file-cutter's box; and so he goes miserably on and off, till he drops into + a premature grave, with as much lead in his body as would lap a + hundredweight of tea.” + </p> + <p> + THE REMEDIES. + </p> + <p> + A. What the masters might do. + </p> + <p> + “1. Provide every forge with two small fires, eighteen inches from the + ground. This would warm the lower limbs of the smiths. At present their + bodies suffer by uneven temperature; they perspire down to the waist, and + then freeze to the toe. + </p> + <p> + “2. For the wet-grinders they might supply fires in every wheel, abolish + mud floors, and pave with a proper fall and drain. + </p> + <p> + “To prevent the breaking of heavy grinding-stones, fit them with the large + strong circular steel plate—of which I subjoin a drawing—instead + of with wedges or insufficient plates. They might have an eye to life, as + well as capital, in buying heavy grindstones. I have traced the death of + one grinder to the master's avarice: he went to the quarry and bought a + stone for thirty-five shillings the quarry-master had set aside as + imperfect; its price would have been sixty shillings if it had been fit to + trust a man's life to. This master goes to church twice a Sunday, and is + much respected by his own sort: yet he committed a murder for twenty-five + shillings. Being Hillsborough, let us hope it was a murderer he murdered. + </p> + <p> + “For the dry-grinders they might all supply fans and boxes. Some do, and + the good effect is very remarkable. Moreover the present fans and boxes + could be much improved. + </p> + <p> + “One trade—the steel-fork grinders—is considerably worse than + the rest; and although the fan does much for it, I'm told it must still + remain an unhealthy trade. If so, and Dr. Amboyne is right about Life, + Labor, and Capital, let the masters co-operate with the Legislature, and + extinguish the handicraft. + </p> + <p> + “For the file-cutters, the masters might— + </p> + <p> + 1st. Try a substitute for lead. It is all very well to say a file must + rest on lead to be cut. Who has ever employed brains on that question? Who + has tried iron, wood, and gutta-percha in layers? Who has ever tried any + thing, least of all the thing called Thought? + </p> + <p> + “2d. If lead is the only bed—which I doubt, and the lead must be + bare—which I dispute, then the master ought to supply every gang of + file-cutters with hooks—taps, and basins and soap, in some place + adjoining their work-rooms. Lead is a subtle, but not a swift, poison; and + soap and water every two hours is an antidote. + </p> + <p> + “3d. They ought to forbid the introduction of food into file-cutting + rooms. Workmen are a reckless set, and a dirty set; food has no business + in any place of theirs, where poison is going. + </p> + <p> + “B. What the workmen might do. + </p> + <p> + “1st. Demand from the masters these improvements I have suggested, and, if + the demand came through the secretaries of their Unions, the masters would + comply. + </p> + <p> + “2d. They might drink less and wash their bodies with a small part of the + money so saved: the price of a gill of gin and a hot bath are exactly the + same; only the bath is health to a dry-grinder, or tile-cutter; the gin is + worse poison to him than to healthy men. + </p> + <p> + “3d. The small wet-grinders, who have to buy their grindstones, might buy + sound ones, instead of making bargains at the quarry, which prove double + bad bargains when the stone breaks, since then a new stone is required, + and sometimes a new man, too. + </p> + <p> + “4th. They might be more careful not to leave the grindstone in water. I + have traced three broken stones in one wheel to that abominable piece of + carelessness. + </p> + <p> + “5th. They ought never to fix an undersized pulley wheel. Simmons killed + himself by that, and by grudging the few hours of labor required to hang + and race a sound stone. + </p> + <p> + “6th. If files can only be cut on lead, the file-cutters might anoint the + lead over night with a hard-drying ointment, soluble in turps, and this + ointment might even be medicated with an antidote to the salt of lead. + </p> + <p> + “7th. If files can only be cut on BARE lead, the men ought to cut their + hair close, and wear a light cap at work. They ought to have a canvas suit + in the adjoining place (see above); don it when they come, and doff it + when they go. They ought to leave off their insane habit of licking the + thumb and finger of the left hand—which is the leaded hand—with + their tongues. This beastly trick takes the poison direct to the stomach. + They might surely leave it to get there through the pores; it is slow, but + sure. I have also repeatedly seen a file-cutter eat his dinner with his + filthy poisoned fingers, and so send the poison home by way of salt to a + fool's bacon. Finally, they ought to wash off the poison every two hours + at the taps. + </p> + <p> + “8th. Since they abuse the masters and justly, for their greediness, they + ought not to imitate their greediness by driving their poor little + children into unhealthy trades, and so destroying them body and soul. This + practice robs the children of education at the very seed-time of life, and + literally murders many of them; for their soft and porous skins, and + growing organs, take in all poisons and disorders quicker than an adult. + </p> + <p> + C. What the Legislature might do. + </p> + <p> + “It might issue a commission to examine the Hillsborough trades, and, when + accurately informed, might put some practical restraints both on the + murder and the suicide that are going on at present. A few of the + suggestions I have thrown out might, I think, be made law. + </p> + <p> + “For instance, the master who should set a dry-grinder to a trough without + a fan, or put his wet-grinders on a mud floor and no fire, or his + file-cutters in a room without taps and basins, or who should be convicted + of willfully buying a faulty grindstone, might be made subject to a severe + penalty; and the municipal authorities invested with rights of inspection, + and encouraged to report. + </p> + <p> + “In restraint of the workmen, the Legislature ought to extend the Factory + Acts to Hillsborough trades, and so check the heartless avarice of the + parents. At present, no class of her Majesty's subjects cries so loud, and + so vainly, to her motherly bosom, and the humanity of Parliament as these + poor little children; their parents, the lowest and most degraded set of + brutes in England, teach them swearing and indecency at home, and rob them + of all decent education, and drive them to their death, in order to + squeeze a few shillings out of their young lives; for what?—to waste + in drink and debauchery. Count the public houses in this town. + </p> + <p> + “As to the fork-grinding trade, the Legislature might assist the masters + to extinguish it. It numbers only about one hundred and fifty persons, all + much poisoned, and little paid. The work could all be done by fifteen + machines and thirty hands, and, in my opinion, without the expense of + grindstones. The thirty men would get double wages: the odd hundred and + twenty would, of course, be driven into other trades, after suffering much + distress. And, on this account, I would call in Parliament, because then + there would be a temporary compensation offered to the temporary sufferers + by a far-sighted and, beneficent measure. Besides, without Parliament, I + am afraid the masters could not do it. The fork-grinders would blow up the + machines, and the men who worked them, and their wives and their children, + and their lodgers, and their lodgers' visitors. + </p> + <p> + “For all that, if your theory of Life, Labor, and Capital is true, all + incurably destructive handicrafts ought to give way to machinery, and + will, as Man advances.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0023" id="link2HCH0023"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIII. + </h2> + <p> + “What! eloped?” + </p> + <p> + “Heaven forbid! Why, mother, I didn't say she was alone with him; her + father was of the party.” + </p> + <p> + “Then surely you are distressing yourself more than you need. She goes to + London with her papa, and Mr. Coventry happens to go up the same day; that + is really all.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, but, mother, it was no accident. I watched his face, and there was no + surprise when he came up with his luggage and saw her.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Little pondered for a minute, and then said, “I dare say all her + friends knew she was going up to London to-day; and Mr. Coventry + determined to go up the same day. Why, he is courting her: my dear Henry, + you knew before to-day that you had a rival, and a determined one. If you + go and blame her for his acts, it will be apt to end in his defeating + you.” + </p> + <p> + “Will it? Then I won't blame her at all.” + </p> + <p> + “You had better not till you are quite sure: it is one way of losing a + high-spirited girl.” + </p> + <p> + “I tell you I won't. Mother!” + </p> + <p> + “Well, dear?” + </p> + <p> + “When I asked leave to come to the station and see her off, she seemed put + out.” + </p> + <p> + “Did she forbid you?” + </p> + <p> + “No; but she did not like it somehow. Ah, she knew beforehand that + Coventry would be there.” + </p> + <p> + “Gently, gently! She might think it possible, and yet not know it. More + likely it was on account of her father. You have never told him that you + love his daughter?” + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + “And he is rather mercenary: perhaps that is too strong a word; but, in + short, a mere man of the world. Might it not be that Grace Carden would + wish him to learn your attachment either from your lips or from her own, + and not detect it in an impetuous young man's conduct on the platform of a + railway, at the tender hour of parting?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, how wise you are, and what an insight you have got! Your words are + balm. But, there—he is with her for ever so long, and I am here all + alone.” + </p> + <p> + “Not quite alone, love; your counselor is by your side, and may, perhaps, + show you how to turn this to your advantage. You write to her every day, + and then the postman will be a powerful rival to Mr. Coventry, perhaps a + more powerful one than Mr. Coventry to you.” + </p> + <p> + Acting on this advice, Henry wrote every day to Grace Carden. She was not + so constant in her replies; but she did write to him now and then, and her + letters breathed a gentle affection that allayed his jealousy, and made + this period of separation the happiest six weeks he had ever known. As for + Grace, about three o'clock she used to look out for the postman, and be + uneasy and restless if he was late, and, when his knock came, her heart + would bound, and she generally flew upstairs with the prize, to devour it + in secret. She fed her heart full with these letters, and loved the writer + better and better. For once the present suitor lost ground, and the absent + suitor gained it. Mrs. Little divined as much from Grace's letters and + messages to herself; and she said, with a smile, “You see 'Les absents + n'ont pas toujours tort.'” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0024" id="link2HCH0024"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIV. + </h2> + <p> + I must now deal briefly with a distinct vein of incidents, that occurred + between young Little's first becoming a master and the return of the + Cardens from London. + </p> + <p> + Little, as a master, acted up to the philanthropic theories he had put + forth when a workman. + </p> + <p> + The wet-grinders in his employ submitted to his improved plates, his paved + and drained floor, and cozy fires, without a murmur or a word of thanks. + By degrees they even found out they were more comfortable than other + persons in their condition, and congratulated themselves upon it. + </p> + <p> + The dry-grinders consented, some of them, to profit by his improved fans. + Others would not take the trouble to put the fans in gear, and would + rather go on inhaling metal-dust and stone-grit. + </p> + <p> + Henry reasoned, but in vain; remonstrated, but with little success. Then + he discharged a couple: they retired with mien of martyrs; and their + successors were admitted on a written agreement that left them no option. + The fan triumphed. + </p> + <p> + The file-cutters were more troublesome; they clung to death and disease, + like limpets to established rocks; they would not try any other bed than + bare lead, and they would not wash at the taps Little had provided, and + they would smuggle in dinners and eat with poisoned hands. + </p> + <p> + Little reasoned, and remonstrated, but with such very trifling success, + that, at last, he had to put down the iron heel; he gave the file-cutters + a printed card, with warning to leave on one side, and his reasons on the + other. + </p> + <p> + In twenty-four hours he received a polite remonstrance from the secretary + of the File-Cutters' Union. + </p> + <p> + He replied that the men could remain, if they would sign an agreement to + forego certain suicidal practices, and to pay fines in case of + disobedience; said fines to be deducted from their earnings. + </p> + <p> + Then the secretary suggested a conference at the “Cutlers' Arms.” Little + assented: and there was a hot argument. The father of all file-cutters + objected to tyranny and innovation: Little maintained that Innovation was + nearly always Improvement—the world being silly—and was + manifestly improvement in the case under consideration. He said also he + was merely doing what the Union itself ought to do: protecting the life of + Union men who were too childish and wrong-headed to protect it themselves. + </p> + <p> + “We prefer a short life and a merry one, Mr. Little,” said the father of + all file-cutters. + </p> + <p> + “A life of disease is not a merry one: slow poisoning is not a pleasant + way of living, but a miserable way of dying. None but the healthy are + happy. Many a Croesus would give half his fortune for a poor man's + stomach; yet you want your cutlers to be sick men all their days, and not + gain a shilling by it. Man alive, I am not trying to lower their wages.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, but you are going the way to do it.” + </p> + <p> + “How do you make that out?” + </p> + <p> + “The trade is full already; and, if you force the men to live to + threescore and ten, you will overcrowd it so, they will come to starvation + wages.” + </p> + <p> + Little was staggered at this thunderbolt of logic, and digested the matter + in silence for a moment. Then he remembered something that had fallen from + Dr. Amboyne; and he turned to Grotait. “What do you say to that, sir? + would you grind Death's scythe for him (at the list price) to thin the + labor market?” + </p> + <p> + Grotait hesitated for once. In his heart he went with the file-cutter: but + his understanding encumbered him. + </p> + <p> + “Starvation,” said he, “is as miserable a death as poisoning. But why make + a large question out of a small one, with rushing into generalities? I + really think you might let Mr. Little settle this matter with the + individual workmen. He has got a little factory, and a little crochet; he + chooses to lengthen the lives of six file-cutters. He says to them, 'My + money is my own, and I'll give you so much of it, in return for so much + work plus so much washing and other novelties.' The question is, does his + pay cover the new labor of washing, etc., as well as the old?” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Grotait, I pay the highest price that is going.” + </p> + <p> + “In that case, I think the Unions are not bound to recognize the + discussion. Mr. Little, I have some other reasons to lay before my good + friend here, and I hope to convince him. Now, there's a little party of us + going to dine to-morrow at 'Savage's Hotel,' up by the new reservoir; give + us the pleasure of your company, will you? and, by that time, perhaps I + may have smoothed this little matter for you.” Little thanked him, + accepted the invitation, and left the pair of secretaries together. + </p> + <p> + When he was gone, Grotait represented that public opinion would go with + Little on this question; and the outrages he had sustained would be all + ripped up by the Hillsborough Liberal, and the two topics combined in an + ugly way; and all for what?—to thwart a good-hearted young fellow in + a philanthropical crotchet, which, after all, did him honor, and would + never be imitated by any other master in Hillsborough. And so, for once, + this Machiavel sided with Henry, not from the purest motives, yet, mind + you, not without a certain mixture of right feeling and humanity. + </p> + <p> + On the Sunday Henry dined with him and his party, at “Savage's Hotel,” and + the said dinner rather surprised Henry; the meats were simple, but of good + quality, and the wines, which were all brought out by Grotait, were + excellent. That Old Saw, who retailed ale and spirits to his customers, + would serve nothing less to his guests than champagne and burgundy. And, + if the cheer was generous, the host was admirable; he showed, at the head + of his genial board, those qualities which, coupled with his fanaticism, + had made him the Doge of the Hillsborough trades. He was primed on every + subject that could interest his guests, and knew something about nearly + everything else. He kept the ball always going, but did not monologuize, + except when he was appealed to as a judge, and then did it with a mellow + grace that no man can learn without Nature's aid. There is no society, + however distinguished, in which Grotait would not have been accepted as a + polished and admirable converser. + </p> + <p> + Add to this that he had an art, which was never quite common, but is now + becoming rare, of making his guests feel his friends—for the time, + at all events. + </p> + <p> + Young Little sat amazed, and drank in his words with delight, and could + not realize that this genial philosopher was the person who had launched a + band of ruffians at him. Yet, in his secret heart, he could not doubt it: + and so he looked and listened with a marvelous mixture of feelings, on + which one could easily write pages of analysis, very curious, and equally + tedious. + </p> + <p> + They dined at three; and, at five, they got up, as agreed beforehand, and + went to inspect the reservoir in course of construction. A more + compendious work of art was never projected: the contractors had taken for + their basis a mountain gorge, with a stream flowing through it down toward + Hillsborough; all they had to do was to throw an embankment across the + lower end of the gorge, and turn it to a mighty basin open to receive the + stream, and the drainage from four thousand acres of hill. From this lake + a sixty-foot wear was to deal out the water-supply to the mill-owners + below, and the surplus to the people of Hillsborough, distant about eight + miles on an easy decline. + </p> + <p> + Now, as the reservoir must be full at starting, and would then be eighty + feet deep in the center, and a mile long, and a quarter of a mile broad, + on the average, an embankment of uncommon strength was required to + restrain so great a mass of water; and this was what the Hillsborough + worthies were curious about. They strolled out to the works, and then tea + was to come out after them, the weather being warm and soft. Close to the + works they found a foreman of engineers smoking his pipe, and interrogated + him. He showed them a rising wall, five hundred feet wide at the base, and + told them it was to be ninety feet high, narrowing, gradually, to a summit + twelve feet broad. As the whole embankment was to be twelve hundred feet + long at the top, this gave some idea of the bulk of the materials to be + used: those materials were clay, shale, mill-stone, and sandstone of + looser texture. The engineer knew Grotait, and brought him a drawing of + the mighty cone to be erected. “Why, it will be a mountain!” said Little. + </p> + <p> + “Not far from that, sir: and yet you'll never see half the work. Why, we + had an army of navvies on it last autumn, and laid a foundation sixty feet + deep and these first courses are all bonded in to the foundation, and + bonded together, as you see. We are down to solid rock, and no water can + get to undermine us. The puddle wall is sixteen feet wide at starting, and + diminishes to four feet at the top: so no water can creep in through our + jacket.” + </p> + <p> + “But what are these apertures?” inquired Grotait. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, those are the waste-pipes. They pass through the embankment + obliquely, to the wear-dam: they can be opened, or shut, by valves, and + run off ten thousand cubic feet of water a minute.” + </p> + <p> + “But won't that prove a hole in your armor? Why, these pipes must be in + twenty joints, at least.” + </p> + <p> + “Say fifty-five; you'll be nearer the mark.” + </p> + <p> + “And suppose one or two of these fifty-five joints should leak? You'll + have an everlasting solvent in the heart of your pile, and you can't get + at them, you know, to mend them.” + </p> + <p> + “Of course not; but they are double as thick as ever were used before; and + have been severely tested before laying 'em down: besides, don't you see + each of them has got his great-coat on? eighteen inches of puddle all the + way.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah,” said Grotait, “all the better. But it is astonishing what big + embankments will sometimes burst if a leaky pipe runs through them. I + don't think it is the water, altogether; the water seems to make air + inside them, and that proves as bad for them as wind in a man's stomach.” + </p> + <p> + “Governor,” said the engineer, “don't you let bees swarm in your bonnet. + Ousely reservoir will last as long as them hills there.” + </p> + <p> + “No, doubt, lad, since thou's had a hand in making it.” + </p> + <p> + The laugh this dry rejoinder caused was interrupted by the waitress + bringing out tea; and these Hillsborough worthies felt bound to chaff her; + but she, being Yorkshire too, gave them as good as they brought, and a + trifle to spare. + </p> + <p> + Tea was followed by brandy-and-water and pipes: and these came out in such + rapid succession, that when Grotait drove Little and two others home, his + utterance was thick, and his speech sententious. + </p> + <p> + Little found Bayne waiting for him, with the news that he had left Mr. + Cheetham. + </p> + <p> + “How was that?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, fell between two stools. Tried to smooth matters between Cheetham and + the hands: but Cheetham, he wants a manager to side with him through thick + and thin; and the men want one to side with them. He has sacked me, and + the men are glad I'm going: and this comes of loving peace, when the world + hates it.” + </p> + <p> + “And I am glad of it, for now you are my foreman. I know what you are + worth, if those fools don't.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you in earnest, Little?” + </p> + <p> + “Why not?” + </p> + <p> + “I hear you have been dining with Grotait, and he always makes the liquor + fly. Wait till tomorrow. Talk it over with Mrs. Little here. I'm afraid + I'm not the right sort for a servant. Too fond of 'the balmy,' and averse + to the whole hog.” (The poor fellow was quite discouraged.) + </p> + <p> + “The very man I want to soothe me at odd times: they rile me so with their + suicidal folly. Now, look here, old fellow, if you don't come to me, I'll + give you a good hiding.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh! well, sooner than you should break the peace—. Mrs. Little, I'd + rather be with him at two guineas a week, than with any other master at + three.” + </p> + <p> + When he had got this honest fellow to look after his interests, young + Little gave more way than ever to his natural bent for invention, and he + was often locked up for twelve hours at a stretch, in a room he called his + studio. Indeed, such was his ardor, that he sometimes left home after + dinner, and came back to the works, and then the fitful fire of his forge + might be seen, and the blows of his hammer heard, long after midnight. + </p> + <p> + Dr. Amboyne encouraged him in this, and was, indeed, the only person + admitted to his said studio. There the Democritus of Hillsborough often + sat and smoked his cigar, and watched the progress toward perfection of + projected inventions great and small. + </p> + <p> + One day the doctor called and asked Bayne whether Henry was in his studio. + Bayne said no; he thought he had seen him in the saw-grinders' hull. “And + that struck me; for it is not often his lordship condescends to go there + now.” + </p> + <p> + “Let us see what 'his lordship' is at.” + </p> + <p> + They approached stealthily, and, looking through a window, saw the + inventor standing with his arms folded, and his eyes bent on a grinder at + his work: the man was pressing down a six-feet saw on a grindstone with + all his might and Little was looking on, with a face compounded of pity, + contempt, and lofty contemplation. + </p> + <p> + “That is the game now, sir,” whispered Bayne: “always in the clouds, or + else above 'em. A penny for your thoughts, sir!” + </p> + <p> + Henry started, as men do who are roused from deep contemplation; however, + he soon recovered himself, and, with a sort of rude wit of his own, he + held out his hand for the penny. + </p> + <p> + Amboyne fumbled in his pocket, and gave him a stamp. + </p> + <p> + Little seized it, and delivered himself as follows: “My thoughts, + gentlemen, were general and particular. I was making a reflection how + contented people are to go bungling on, doing a thing the wrong way, when + the right way is obvious: and my particular observation was—that + these long saws are ground in a way which offends the grammar of + mechanics. Here's a piece of steel six feet long, but not so wide as the + grindstone:—what can be plainer than that such a strip ought to be + ground lengthwise? then the whole saw would receive the grindstone in a + few seconds. Instead of that, on they go, year after year, grinding them + obliquely, and with a violent exertion that horrifies a fellow like me, + who goes in for economy of labor, and have done all my life. Look at that + fellow working. What a waste of muscle! Now, if you will come to my + studio, I think I can show you how long saws WILL be ground in the days of + civilization.” + </p> + <p> + His eye, which had been turned inward during his reverie, dullish and + somewhat fish-like, now sparkled like a hot coal, and he led the way + eagerly. + </p> + <p> + “Pray humor him, sir,” said Bayne, compassionately. + </p> + <p> + They followed him up a horrid stair, and entered his studio and a + marvelous place it was: a forge on one side, a carpenter's bench and + turning-lathe on the other and the floor so crowded with models, castings, + and that profusion of new ideas in material form which housewives call + litter, that the artist had been obliged to cut three little ramified + paths, a foot wide, and so meander about the room, as struggles a wasp + over spilt glue. + </p> + <p> + He gave the doctor the one chair, and wriggled down a path after pencil + and paper: he jumped with them, like a cat with a mouse, on to the + carpenter's bench, and was soon absorbed in drawing. + </p> + <p> + When he had drawn a bit, he tore up the paper, and said, “Let me think.” + </p> + <p> + “The request is unusual,” said Dr. Amboyne; “however, if you will let us + smoke, we will let you think.” + </p> + <p> + No reply from the inventor, whose eye was already turned inward, and + fish-like again. + </p> + <p> + Dr. Amboyne and Bayne smoked peaceably awhile. But presently the inventor + uttered a kind of shout. + </p> + <p> + “Eureka,” said the doctor calmly, and emitted a curly cloud. + </p> + <p> + Little dashed at the paper, and soon produced a drawing. It represented + two grindstones set apparently to grind each other, a large one below, a + small one above. + </p> + <p> + “There—the large stone shall revolve rapidly, say from north to + south; the small one from south to north: that is the idea which has just + struck me, and completes the invention. It is to be worked, not by one + grinder, but two. A stands south, and passes the saw northward between the + two grindstones to B. The stones must be hung so as just to allow the + passage of the saw. B draws it out, and reverses it, and passes it back to + A. Those two journeys of the saw will grind the whole length of it for a + breath of two or three inches, and all in forty seconds. Now do you see + what I meant by the grammar of mechanics? It was the false grammar of + those duffers, grinding a long thing sideways instead of lengthways, that + struck my mind first. And now see what one gets to at last if one starts + from grammar. By this machine two men can easily grind as many big saws as + twenty men could grind on single stones: and instead of all that heavy, + coarse labor, and dirt, and splashing, my two men shall do the work as + quietly and as easily as two printers, one feeding a machine with paper, + and his mate drawing out the printed sheet at the other end.” + </p> + <p> + “By Jove,” said Dr. Amboyne, “I believe this is a great idea. What do you + say, Mr. Bayne?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, sir, a servant mustn't always say his mind.” + </p> + <p> + “Servant be hanged!” said Little. “THAT for a friend who does not speak + his mind.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, then, gentlemen, it is the most simple and beautiful contrivance I + ever saw. And there's only one thing to be done with it.” + </p> + <p> + “Patent it?” + </p> + <p> + “No; hide it; lock it up in your own breast, and try and forget it. Your + life won't be worth a week's purchase, if you set up that machine in + Hillsborough.” + </p> + <p> + “Hillsborough is not all the world. I can take it to some free country—America + or—Russia; there's a fortune in it. Stop; suppose I was to patent it + at home and abroad, and then work it in the United States and the Canadas. + That would force the invention upon this country, by degrees.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, and then, if you sell the English patent and insure the purchaser's + life, you may turn a few thousands, and keep a whole skin yourself.” + </p> + <p> + Little assured Bayne he had no intention of running his head against the + Saw-grinders' Union. “We are very comfortable as it is, and I value my + life more than I used to do.” + </p> + <p> + “I think I know why,” said Dr. Amboyne. “But, whatever you do, patent your + invention. Patent them all.” + </p> + <p> + Henry promised he would; but soon forgot his promise, and, having tasted + blood, so to speak, was soon deep in a far more intricate puzzle, viz., + how to grind large circular saws by machinery. This problem, and his steel + railway clip, which was to displace the present system of fastening down + the rails, absorbed him so, that he became abstracted in the very streets, + and did not see his friends when they passed. + </p> + <p> + One day, when he was deeply engaged in his studio, Bayne tapped at the + door, and asked to speak to him. + </p> + <p> + “Well, what is it?” said the inventor, rather peevishly. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, nothing,” said Bayne, with a bitter air of mock resignation. “Only a + cloud on the peaceful horizon; that is all. A letter from Mary Anne.” + </p> + <p> + “SIR,—Four of your saws are behindhand with their contributions, + and, being deaf to remonstrance, I am obliged to apply to you, to use your + influence. + </p> + <p> + “MARY ANNE.” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said Henry, “Mary Anne is in the right. Confound their dishonesty: + they take the immense advantages the Saw-grinders' Union gives them, yet + they won't pay the weekly contribution, without which the Union can't + exist. Go and find out who they are, and blow them up.” + </p> + <p> + “What! me disturb the balmy?” + </p> + <p> + “Bother the balmy! I can't be worried with such trifles. I'm inventing.” + </p> + <p> + “But, Mr. Little, would not the best way be for YOU just to stop it + quietly and peaceably out of their pay, and send it to Grotait?” + </p> + <p> + Little, after a moment's reflection, said he had no legal right to do + that. Besides, it was not his business to work the Saw-grinders' Union for + Grotait. “Who is this Mary Anne?” + </p> + <p> + “The saw-grinders, to be sure.” + </p> + <p> + “What, all of them? Poor Mary Anne!” + </p> + <p> + He then inquired how he was to write back to her. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, write under cover to Grotait. He is Mary Anne, to all intents and + purposes.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, write the jade a curt note, in both our names, and say we + disapprove the conduct of the defaulters, and will signify our disapproval + to them; but that is all we can do.” + </p> + <p> + This letter was written, and Bayne made it as oleaginous as language + permits; and there the matter rested apparently. + </p> + <p> + But, as usual, after the polite came the phonetic. Next week Henry got a + letter thus worded:— + </p> + <p> + “MISTER LITL,—If them grinders of yores dosent send their money i + shall com an' fech strings if the devil stans i' t' road. + </p> + <p> + “MOONRAKER.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Little tossed this epistle contemptuously into the fire, and invented + on. + </p> + <p> + Two days after that he came to the works, and found the saw grinders + standing in a group, with their hands in their pockets. + </p> + <p> + “Well, lads, what's up?” + </p> + <p> + “Mary Anne has been here.” + </p> + <p> + “And two pair of wheel-bands gone.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, men, you know whose fault it is.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, but it is —— hard my work should be stopped because + another man is in arrears with trade. What d'ye think to do, Governor? buy + some more bands?” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly not. I won't pay for your fault. It is a just claim, you know. + Settle it among yourselves.” + </p> + <p> + With this he retired to his studio. + </p> + <p> + When the men saw he did not care a button whether his grindstones revolved + or not, they soon brought the defaulters to book. Bayne was sent upstairs, + to beg Mr. Little to advance the trade contributions, and step the amount + from the defaulters' wages. + </p> + <p> + This being settled, Little and Bayne went to the “Cutlers' Arms,” and + Bayne addressed the barmaid thus, “Can we see Mary Anne?” + </p> + <p> + “He is shaving.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, when she is shaved, we shall be in the parlor, tell her.” + </p> + <p> + In a moment or two Grotait bustled in, wiping his face with a towel as he + came, and welcomed his visitors cordially. “Fine weather, gentlemen.” + </p> + <p> + Bayne cut that short. “Mr. Grotait, we have lost our bands.” + </p> + <p> + “You surprise me.” + </p> + <p> + “And perhaps you can tell us how to get them back.” + </p> + <p> + “Experience teaches that they always come back when the men pay their + arrears.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, it is agreed to stop the sum due, out of wages.” + </p> + <p> + “A very proper course.” + </p> + <p> + “What is it we have got to pay?” + </p> + <p> + “How can I tell you without book? Pray, Mr. Little, don't imagine that I + set these matters agate. All I do is to mediate afterward. I'll go and + look at the contribution-book.” + </p> + <p> + He went out, and soon returned, and told them it was one sovereign + contribution from each man, and five shillings each for Mary Anne. + </p> + <p> + “What, for her services in rattening us?” said Little, dryly. + </p> + <p> + “And her risk,” suggested Grotait, in dulcet tones. + </p> + <p> + Little paid the five pounds, and then asked Grotait for the bands. + </p> + <p> + “Good heavens, Mr. Little, do you think I have got your bands?” + </p> + <p> + “You must excuse Mr. Little, sir,” said Bayne. “He is a stranger, and + doesn't know the comedy. Perhaps you will oblige us with a note where we + can find them.” + </p> + <p> + “Hum!” said Grotait, with the air of one suddenly illuminated. “What did I + hear somebody say about these bands? Hum! Give me an hour or two to make + inquiries.” + </p> + <p> + “Don't say an hour or two, sir, when the men have got to make up lost + time. We will give you a little grace; we will take a walk down street, + and perhaps it will come to your recollection.” + </p> + <p> + “Hum!” said Grotait; and as that was clearly all they were to get out of + him just then they left and took a turn. + </p> + <p> + In half an hour they came back again, and sat down in the parlor. + </p> + <p> + Grotait soon joined them. “I've been thinking,” said he, “what a pity it + is we can't come to some friendly arrangement with intelligent masters, + like Mr. Little, to deduct the natty money every week from the men's + wages.” + </p> + <p> + “Excuse me,” said Bayne, “we are not here for discussion. We want our + bands.” + </p> + <p> + “Do you doubt that you will get them, sir? Did ever I break faith with + master or man?” + </p> + <p> + “No, no,” said the pacific Bayne, alarmed at the sudden sternness of his + tone. “You are as square as a die—when you get it all your own way. + Why, Mr. Little, Cheetham's bands were taken one day, and, when he had + made the men pay their arrears, he was directed where to find the bands; + but, meantime, somebody out of trade had found them, and stolen them. Down + came bran-new bands to the wheel directly, and better than we had lost. + And my cousin Godby, that has a water-wheel, was rattened, by his + scythe-blades being flung in the dam. He squared with Mary Anne, and then + he got a letter to say where the blades were. But one was missing. He + complained to Mr. Grotait here, and Mr. Grotait put his hand in his pocket + directly, and paid the trade-price of the blade—three shillings, I + think it was.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Grotait; “'but,' I remember I said at the time, 'you must not + construe this that I was any way connected with the rattening.' But some + are deaf to reason. Hallo!” + </p> + <p> + “What is the matter, sir?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, what is that in the fender? Your eyes are younger than mine.” + </p> + <p> + And Mr. Grotait put up his gold double eyeglass, and looked with marked + surprise and curiosity, at a note that lay in the fender. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Bayne had been present at similar comedies, and was not polite enough + to indorse Mr. Grotait's surprise. He said, coolly, “It will be the + identical note we are waiting for.” He stooped down and took it out of the + fender, and read it. + </p> + <p> + “'To Mr. LITTLE, or MR. BAYNE. + </p> + <p> + “'GENTLEMEN,—In the bottom hull turn up the horsing, and in the + trough all the missing bands will be found. Apologizing for the little + interruption, it is satisfactory things are all arranged without damage, + and hope all will go agreeably when the rough edge is worn off. Trusting + these nocturnal visits will be no longer necessary, I remain, + </p> + <p> + “'THE SHY MAIDEN.'” + </p> + <p> + As soon as he had obtained this information, Bayne bustled off; but Mary + Anne detained Henry Little, to moralize. + </p> + <p> + Said she, “This rattening for trade contributions is the result of bad and + partial laws. If A contracts with B, and breaks his contract, B has no + need to ratten A: he can sue him. But if A, being a workman, contracts + with B and all the other letters, and breaks his contract, B and all the + other letters have no legal remedy. This bad and partial law, occurring in + a country that has tasted impartial laws, revolts common sense and the + consciences of men. Whenever this sort of thing occurs in any civilized + country, up starts that pioneer judge we call Judge Lynch; in other words, + private men combine, and make their own laws, to cure the folly of + legislatures. And, mark me, if these irregular laws are unjust, they fail; + if they are just, they stand. Rattening could never have stood its ground + so many years in Hillsborough, if it had not been just, and necessary to + the place, under the partial and iniquitous laws of Great Britain.” + </p> + <p> + “And pray,” inquired Little, “where is the justice of taking a master's + gear because his paid workman is in your debt?” + </p> + <p> + “And where is the justice of taking a lodger's goods in execution for the + house-tenant's debt, which debt the said lodger is helping the said tenant + to pay? We must do the best we can. No master is rattened for a workman's + fault without several warnings. But the masters will never co-operate with + justice till their bands and screws go. That wakes them up directly.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, Mr. Grotait, I never knew you worsted in an argument: and this nut + is too hard for my teeth, so I'm off to my work. Ratten me now and then + for your own people's fault, if you are QUITE sure justice and public + opinion demand it; but no more gunpowder, please.” + </p> + <p> + “Heaven forbid, Mr. Little. Gunpowder! I abhor it.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0025" id="link2HCH0025"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXV. + </h2> + <p> + There came a delightful letter from Grace Carden, announcing her return on + a certain evening, and hoping to see Henry next morning. + </p> + <p> + He called accordingly, and was received with outstretched hands and + sparkling eyes, and words that repaid him for her absence. + </p> + <p> + After the first joyful burst, she inquired tenderly why he was so pale: + had he been ill? + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + “No trouble nor anxiety, dear?” + </p> + <p> + “A little, at first, till your sweet letters made me happy. No; I did not + even know that I was pale. Overstudy, I suppose. Inventing is hard work.” + </p> + <p> + “What are you inventing?” + </p> + <p> + “All manner of things. Machine to forge large axes; another to grind + circular saws; a railway clip: but you don't care about such things.” + </p> + <p> + “I beg your pardon, sir. I care about whatever interests you.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, these inventions interest me very much. One way or other, they are + roads to fortune; and you know why I desire fortune.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, that I do. But excuse me, you value independence more. Oh, I respect + you for it. Only don't make yourself pale, or you will make me unhappy, + and a foe to invention.” + </p> + <p> + On this Mr. Little made himself red instead of pale, and beamed with + happiness. + </p> + <p> + They spent a delightful hour together, and, even when they parted, their + eyes lingered on each other. + </p> + <p> + Soon after this the Cardens gave a dinner-party, and Grace asked if she + might invite Mrs. Little and Mr. Little. + </p> + <p> + “What, is he presentable?” + </p> + <p> + “More than that,” said Grace, coloring. “They are both very superior to + most of our Hillsborough friends.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, but did you not tell me he had quarreled with Mr. Raby?” + </p> + <p> + “No, not quarreled. Mr. Raby offered to make him his heir: but he chooses + to be independent, and make his own fortune, that's all.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, if you think our old friend would not take it amiss, invite them by + all means. I remember her a lovely woman.” + </p> + <p> + So the Littles were invited; and the young ladies admired Mr. Little on + the whole, but sneered at him a little for gazing on Miss Carden, as if + she was a divinity: the secret, which escaped the father, girls of + seventeen detected in a minute, and sat whispering over it in the + drawing-room. + </p> + <p> + After this invitation, Henry and his mother called, and then Grace called + on Mrs. Little; and this was a great step for Henry, the more so as the + ladies really took to each other. + </p> + <p> + The course of true love was beginning to run smooth, when it was disturbed + by Mr. Coventry. + </p> + <p> + That gentleman's hopes had revived in London; Grace Carden had been very + kind and friendly to him, and always in such good spirits, that he thought + absence had cured her of Little, and his turn was come again. The most + experienced men sometimes mistake a woman in this way. The real fact was + that Grace, being happy herself, thanks to a daily letter from the man she + adored, had not the heart to be unkind to another, whose only fault was + loving her, and to whom she feared she had not behaved very well. However, + Mr. Coventry did mistake her. He was detained in town by business, but he + wrote Mr. Carden a charming letter, and proposed formally for his + daughter's hand. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Carden had seen the proposal coming this year and more; so he was not + surprised; but he was gratified. The letter was put into his hand while he + was dressing for dinner. Of course he did not open the subject before the + servants: but, as soon as they had retired, he said, “Grace, I want your + attention on a matter of importance.” + </p> + <p> + Grace stared a little, but said faintly, “Yes, papa,” and all manner of + vague maidenly misgivings crowded through her brain. + </p> + <p> + “My child, you are my only one, and the joy of the house; and need I say I + shall feel your loss bitterly whenever your time comes to leave me?” + </p> + <p> + “Then I never will leave you,” cried Grace, and came and wreathed her arms + round his neck. + </p> + <p> + He kissed her, and parting her hair, looked with parental fondness at her + white brow, and her deep clear eyes. + </p> + <p> + “You shall never leave me, for the worse,” said he: “but you are sure to + marry some day, and therefore it is my duty to look favorably on a + downright good match. Well, my dear, such a match offers itself. I have a + proposal for you.” + </p> + <p> + “I am sorry to hear it.” + </p> + <p> + “Wait till you hear who it is. It is Mr. Coventry, of Bollinghope.” + </p> + <p> + Grace sighed, and looked very uncomfortable. + </p> + <p> + “Why, what is the matter? you always used to like him.” + </p> + <p> + “So I do now; but not for a husband.” + </p> + <p> + “I see no one to whom I could resign you so willingly. He is well born and + connected, has a good estate, not too far from your poor father.” + </p> + <p> + “Dear papa!” + </p> + <p> + “He speaks pure English: now these Hillsborough manufacturers, with their + provincial twang, are hardly presentable in London society.” + </p> + <p> + “Dear papa, Mr. Coventry is an accomplished gentleman, who has done me the + highest honor he can. You must decline him very politely: but, between + ourselves, I am a little angry with him, because he knows I do not love + him; and I am afraid he has made this offer to YOU, thinking you might be + tempted to constrain my affections: but you won't do that, my own papa, + will you? you will not make your child unhappy, who loves you?” + </p> + <p> + “No, no. I will never let you make an imprudent match; but I won't force + you into a good one.” + </p> + <p> + “And you know I shall never marry without your consent, papa. But I'm only + nineteen, and I don't want to be driven away to Bollinghope.” + </p> + <p> + “And I'm sure I don't want to drive you away anywhere. Mine will be a + dull, miserable home without you. Only please tell me what to say to him.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I leave that to you. I have often admired the way you soften your + refusals. 'Le seigneur Jupiter sait dorer la pillule'—there, that's + Moliere.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I suppose I must say—” + </p> + <p> + “Let me see what HE says first.” + </p> + <p> + She scanned the letter closely, to see whether there was any thing that + could point to Henry Little. But there was not a word to indicate he + feared a rival, though the letter was any thing but presumptuous. + </p> + <p> + Then Grace coaxed her father, and told him she feared her inexperience had + made her indiscreet. She had liked Mr. Coventry's conversation, and + perhaps had, inadvertently, given him more encouragement than she + intended: would he be a good, kind papa, and get her out of the scrape, as + creditably as he could? She relied on his superior wisdom. So then he + kissed her, and said he would do his best. + </p> + <p> + He wrote a kind, smooth letter, gilding and double-gilding the pill. He + said, amongst the rest, that there appeared to be no ground of refusal, + except a strong disinclination to enter the wedded state. “I believe there + is no one she likes as well as you; and, as for myself, I know no + gentleman to whom I would so gladly confide my daughter's happiness,” + etc., etc. + </p> + <p> + He handed this letter to his daughter to read, but she refused. “I have + implicit confidence in you,” said she. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Coventry acknowledged receipt of the letter, thanked Mr. Carden for + the kind and feeling way in which he had inflicted the wound, and said + that he had a verbal communication to make before he could quite drop the + matter; would be down in about a fort-night. + </p> + <p> + Soon after this Grace dined with Mrs. Little: and, the week after that, + Henry contrived to meet her at a ball, and, after waiting patiently some + time, he waltzed with her. + </p> + <p> + This waltz was another era in their love. It was an inspired whirl of two + lovers, whose feet hardly felt the ground, and whose hearts bounded and + thrilled, and their cheeks glowed, and their eyes shot fire; and when + Grace was obliged to stop, because the others stopped, her elastic and + tense frame turned supple and soft directly, and she still let her eyes + linger on his, and her hand nestle in his a moment: this, and a faint sigh + of pleasure and tenderness, revealed how sweet her partner was to her. + </p> + <p> + Need I say the first waltz was not the last? and that evening they were + more in love than ever, if possible. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Coventry came down from London, and, late that evening, he and Mr. + Carden met at the Club. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Carden found him in an arm-chair, looking careworn and unhappy, and + felt quite sorry for him. He hardly knew what to say to him; but Coventry + with his usual grace relieved him; he rose, and shook hands, and even + pressed Mr. Carden's hand, and held it. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Carden was so touched, that he pressed his hand in return, and said, + “Courage! my poor fellow; the case is not desperate, you know.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Coventry shook his head, and sat down. Mr. Carden sat down beside him. + </p> + <p> + “Why, Coventry, it is not as if there was another attachment.” + </p> + <p> + “There IS another attachment; at least I have too much reason to fear so. + But you shall judge for yourself. I have long paid my respectful addresses + to Miss Carden, and I may say without vanity that she used to distinguish + me beyond her other admirers; I was not the only one who thought so; Mr. + Raby has seen us together, and he asked me to meet her at Raby Hall. There + I became more particular in my attentions, and those attentions, sir, were + well received.” + </p> + <p> + “But were they UNDERSTOOD? that is the question.” + </p> + <p> + “Understood and received, upon my honor.” + </p> + <p> + “Then she will marry you, soon or late: for I'm sure there is no other + man. Grace was never deceitful.” + </p> + <p> + “All women are deceitful.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, come!” + </p> + <p> + “Let me explain: all women, worthy of the name, are cowards; and cowardice + drives them to deceit, even against their will. Pray bear me to an end. On + the fifth of last December, I took Miss Carden to the top of Cairnhope + hill. I showed her Bollinghope in the valley, and asked her to be its + mistress.” + </p> + <p> + “And what did she say? Yes, or no?” + </p> + <p> + “She made certain faint objections, such as a sweet, modest girl like her + makes as a matter of course, and then she yielded.” + </p> + <p> + “What! consented to be your wife?” + </p> + <p> + “Not in those very words; but she said she esteemed me, and she knew I + loved her; and, when I asked her whether I might speak to you, she said + 'Yes.'” + </p> + <p> + “But that was as good as accepting you.” + </p> + <p> + “I am glad you agree with me. You know, Mr. Carden, thousands have been + accepted in that very form. Well, sir, the next thing was we were caught + in that cursed snow-storm.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, she has told me all about that.” + </p> + <p> + “Not all, I suspect. We got separated for a few minutes, and I found her + in an old ruined church, where a sort of blacksmith was working at his + forge. I found her, sir, I might say almost in the blacksmith's arms. I + thought little of that at first: any man has a right to succor any woman + in distress: but, sir, I discovered that Miss Carden and this man were + acquaintances: and, by degrees, I found, to my horror, that he had a + terrible power over her.” + </p> + <p> + “What do you mean, sir? Do you intend to affront us?” + </p> + <p> + “No. And, if the truth gives you pain, pray remember it gives me agony. + However, I must tell you the man was not what he looked, a mere + blacksmith; he is a sort of Proteus, who can take all manner of shapes: at + the time I'm speaking of, he was a maker of carving tools. Well, sir, you + could hardly believe the effect of this accidental interview with that + man: the next day, when I renewed my addresses, Miss Carden evaded me, and + was as cold as she had been kind: she insisted on it she was not engaged + to me, and said she would not marry anybody for two years; and this, I am + sorry to say, was not her own idea, but this Little's; for I overheard him + ask her to wait two years for him.” + </p> + <p> + “Little! What, Raby's new nephew?” + </p> + <p> + “That is the man.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Carden was visibly discomposed by this communication. He did not + choose to tell Coventry how shocked he was at his own daughter's conduct; + but, after a considerable pause, he said, “If what you have told me is the + exact truth, I shall interpose parental authority, and she shall keep her + engagement with you, in spite of all the Littles in the world.” + </p> + <p> + “Pray do not be harsh,” said Coventry. + </p> + <p> + “No, but I shall be firm.” + </p> + <p> + “Insanity in his family, for one thing,” suggested Coventry, scarcely + above a whisper. + </p> + <p> + “That is true; his father committed suicide. But really that consideration + is not needed. My daughter must keep her engagements, as I keep mine.” + </p> + <p> + With this understanding the friends parted. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0026" id="link2HCH0026"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXVI. + </h2> + <p> + Grace happened to have a headache next morning, and did not come down to + breakfast: but it was Saturday, and Mr. Carden always lunched at home on + that day. So did Grace, because it was one of Little's days. This gave Mr. + Carden the opportunity he wanted. When they were alone he fixed his eyes + on his daughter, and said quietly, “What is your opinion of—a jilt?” + </p> + <p> + “A heartless, abominable creature,” replied Grace, as glibly as if she was + repeating some familiar catechism. + </p> + <p> + “Would you like to be called one?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, papa!” + </p> + <p> + “Is there nobody who has the right to apply the term to you?” + </p> + <p> + “I hope not.” (Red.) + </p> + <p> + “You encouraged Mr. Coventry's addresses?” + </p> + <p> + “I am afraid I did not discourage them, as I wish I had. It is so hard to + foresee every thing.” + </p> + <p> + “Pray do you remember the fifth day of last December?” + </p> + <p> + “Can I ever forget it?” (Redder.) + </p> + <p> + “Is it true that Mr. Coventry proposed for you, that day?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “And you accepted him.” + </p> + <p> + “No; no. Then he has told you so? How ungenerous! All I did was, I + hesitated, and cried, and didn't say 'no,' downright—like a fool. + Oh, papa, have pity on me, and save me.” And now she was pale. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Carden's paternal heart was touched by this appeal, but he was + determined to know the whole truth. “You could love him, in time, I + suppose?” + </p> + <p> + “Never.” + </p> + <p> + “Why?” + </p> + <p> + “Because—” + </p> + <p> + “Now tell me the truth. Have you another attachment?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, dear papa.” (In a whisper and as red as fire.) + </p> + <p> + “Somebody of whom you are not proud.” + </p> + <p> + “I AM proud of him. He is Mr. Coventry's superior. He is everybody's + superior in everything in the world.” + </p> + <p> + “No, Grace, you can hardly be proud of your attachment; if you had been, + you would not have hidden it all this time from your father.” And Mr. + Carden sighed. + </p> + <p> + Grace burst out crying, and flung herself on her knees and clung, sobbing, + to him. + </p> + <p> + “There, there,” said he, “I don't want to reproach you; but to advise + you.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, papa! Take and kill me. Do: I want to die.” + </p> + <p> + “Foolish child! Be calm now; and let us talk sense.” + </p> + <p> + At this moment there was a peculiar ring at the door, a ring not violent, + but vigorous. + </p> + <p> + Grace started and looked terrified: “Papa!” said she, “say what you like + to me, but do not affront HIM; for you might just as well take that knife + and stab your daughter to the heart. I love him so. Have pity on me.” + </p> + <p> + The servant announced “Mr. Little!” + </p> + <p> + Grace started up, and stood with her hand gripping the chair; her cheek + was pale, and her eyes glittered; she looked wild, and evidently strained + up to defend her lover. + </p> + <p> + All this did not escape Mr. Carden. He said gently, “Show him into the + library.” Then to Grace as soon as the servant had retired, “Come here, my + child.” + </p> + <p> + She knelt at his knees again, and turned her imploring, streaming eyes up + to him. + </p> + <p> + “Is it really so serious as all this?” + </p> + <p> + “Papa, words cannot tell you how I love. But if you affront him, and he + leaves me, you will see how I love him; you will know, by my grave-side, + how I love him.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I suppose I must swallow my disappointment how I can.” + </p> + <p> + “It shall be no disappointment; he will do you honor and me too.” + </p> + <p> + “But he can't make a settlement on his wife, and no man shall marry my + daughter till he can do that.” + </p> + <p> + “We can wait,” said Grace, humbly. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, wait—till you and your love are both worn out.” + </p> + <p> + “I shall wear out before my love.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Carden looked at her, as she knelt before him, and his heart was very + much softened. “Will you listen to reason at all?” said he. + </p> + <p> + “From you, I will, dear papa.” She added, swiftly, “and then you will + listen to affection, will you not?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes. Promise me there shall be no formal engagement, and I will let him + come now and then.” + </p> + <p> + This proposal, though not very pleasant, relieved Grace of such terrible + fears, that she consented eagerly. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Carden then kissed her, and rose, to go to young Little; but, before + he had taken three steps, she caught him by the arm, and said, + imploringly, “Pray remember while you are speaking to him that you would + not have me to bestow on any man but for him; for he saved my life, and + Mr. Coventry's too. Mr. Coventry forgets that: but don't you: and, if you + wound him, you wound me; he carries my heart in his bosom.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Carden promised he would do his duty as kindly as possible; and with + that Grace was obliged to content herself. + </p> + <p> + When he opened the library door, young Little started up, his face + irradiated with joy. Mr. Carden smiled a little satirically, but he was + not altogether untouched by the eloquent love for his daughter, thus + showing itself in a very handsome and amiable face. He said, “It is not + the daughter this time, sir, it is only the father.” + </p> + <p> + Little colored up and looked very uneasy. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Little, I am told you pay your addresses to Miss Carden. Is that so?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “You have never given me any intimation.” + </p> + <p> + Little colored still more. He replied, with some hesitation, “Why, sir, + you see I was brought up amongst workmen, and they court the girl first, + and make sure of her, before they trouble the parents; and, besides, it + was not ripe for your eye yet.” + </p> + <p> + “Why not?” + </p> + <p> + “Because I'm no match for Miss Carden. But I hope to be, some day.” + </p> + <p> + “And she is to wait for you till then?” + </p> + <p> + “She says she will.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, Mr. Little, this is a delicate matter; but you are a + straightforward man, I see, and it is the best way. Now I must do my duty + as a parent, and I am afraid I shall not be able to do that without + mortifying you a little; but believe me, it is not from any dislike or + disrespect to you, but only because it IS my duty.” + </p> + <p> + “I am much obliged to you, sir; and I'll bear more from you than I would + from any other man. You are her father, and I hope you'll be mine one + day.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, then, Mr. Little, I always thought my daughter would marry a + gentleman in this neighborhood, who has paid her great attention for + years, and is a very suitable match for her. You are the cause of that + match being broken off, and I am disappointed. But although I am + disappointed, I will not be harsh nor unreasonable to you. All I say is + this: my daughter shall never marry any man, nor engage herself to any + man, who cannot make a proper settlement on her. Can YOU make a proper + settlement on her?” + </p> + <p> + “Not at present,” said Little, with a sigh. + </p> + <p> + “Then I put it to you, as a man, is it fair of you to pay her open + attentions, and compromise her? You must not think me very mercenary; I am + not the man to give my daughter to the highest bidder. But there is a + medium.” + </p> + <p> + “I understand you, sir, so far. But what am I to do? Am I to leave off + loving, and hoping, and working, and inventing? You might as well tell me + to leave off living.” + </p> + <p> + “No, my poor boy; I don't say that, neither. If it is really for her you + work, and invent, and struggle with fortune so nobly as I know you do, + persevere, and may God speed you. But, meantime, be generous, and don't + throw yourself in her way to compromise her.” + </p> + <p> + The young man was overpowered by the kindness and firmness of his senior, + who was also Grace's father. He said, in a choking voice, there was no + self-denial he would not submit to, if it was understood that he might + still love Grace, and might marry her as soon as he could make a proper + settlement on her. + </p> + <p> + Then Mr. Carden, on his part, went further than he had intended, and + assented distinctly to all this, provided the delay was not unreasonable + in point of time. “I can't have her whole life wasted.” + </p> + <p> + “Give me two years: I'll win her or lose her in that time.” He then asked, + piteously, if he might see her. + </p> + <p> + “I am sorry to say No to that,” was the reply; “but she has been already + very much agitated, and I should be glad to spare her further emotion. You + need not doubt her attachment to you, nor my esteem. You are a very + worthy, honest young man, and your conduct does much to reconcile me to + what I own is a disappointment.” + </p> + <p> + Having thus gilded the pill, Mr. Carden shook hands with Henry Little, and + conducted him politely to the street door. + </p> + <p> + The young man went away slowly; for he was disconsolate at not seeing + Grace. + </p> + <p> + But, when he got home, his stout Anglo-Saxon heart reacted, and he faced + the situation. + </p> + <p> + He went to his mother and told her what had passed. She colored with + indignation, but said nothing. + </p> + <p> + “Well, mother, of course it might be better; but then it might be worse. + It's my own fault now if I lose her. Cutlery won't do it in the time, but + Invention will: so, from this hour, I'm a practical inventor, and nothing + but death shall stop me.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0027" id="link2HCH0027"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXVII. + </h2> + <p> + Grace Carden ran to the window, and saw Henry Little go away slowly, and + hanging his head. This visible dejection in her manly lover made her heart + rise to her throat, and she burst out sobbing and weeping with alarming + violence. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Carden found her in this state, and set himself to soothe her. He told + her the understanding he had come to with Mr. Little, and begged her to be + as reasonable and as patient as her lover was. But the appeal was not + successful. “He came to see me,” she cried, “and he has gone away without + seeing me. You have begun to break both our hearts, with your reason and + your prudence. One comfort, mine will break first; I have not his + fortitude. Oh, my poor Henry! He has gone away, hanging his head, + broken-hearted: that is what you have DONE for me. After that, what are + words? Air—air—and you can't feed hungry hearts with air.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, my child, I am sorry now I did not bring him in here. But I really + did it for the best. I wished to spare you further agitation.” + </p> + <p> + “Agitation!” And she opened her eyes with astonishment. “Why, it is you + who agitate me. He would have soothed me in a moment. One kind and hopeful + word from him, one tender glance of his dear eye, one pressure of his dear + hard hand, and I could have borne anything; but that drop of comfort you + denied us both. Oh, cruel! cruel!” + </p> + <p> + “Calm yourself, Grace, and remember whom you are speaking to. It was an + error in judgment, perhaps—nothing more.” + </p> + <p> + “But, then, if you know nothing about love, and its soothing power, why + meddle with it at all?” + </p> + <p> + “Grace,” said Mr. Carden, sadly, but firmly, “we poor parents are all + prepared for this. After many years of love and tenderness bestowed on our + offspring, the day is sure to come when the young thing we have reared + with so much care and tenderness will meet a person of her own age, a + STRANGER; and, in a month or two, all our love, our care, our anxiety, our + hopes, will be nothing in the balance. This wound is in store for us all. + We foresee it; we receive it; we groan under it; we forgive it. We go + patiently on, and still give our ungrateful children the benefit of our + love and our experience. I have seen in my own family that horrible + mixture, Gentility and Poverty. In our class of life, poverty is not only + poverty, it is misery, and meanness as well. My income dies with me. My + daughter and her children shall not go back to the misery and meanness out + of which I have struggled. They shall be secured against it by law, before + she marries, or she shall marry under her father's curse.” + </p> + <p> + Then Grace was frightened, and said she should never marry under her + father's curse; but (with a fresh burst of weeping) what need was there to + send Henry away without seeing her, and letting them comfort each other + under this sudden affliction? “Ah, I was too happy this morning,” said the + poor girl. “I was singing before breakfast. Jael always told me not to do + that. Oh! oh! oh!” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Carden kept silence; but his fortitude was sorely tried. + </p> + <p> + That day Grace pleaded headache, and did not appear to dinner. Mr. Carden + dined alone, and missed her bright face sadly. He sent his love to her, + and went off to the club, not very happy. At the club he met Mr. Coventry, + and told him frankly what he had done. Mr. Coventry, to his surprise, + thanked him warmly. “She will be mine in two years,” said he. “Little will + never be able to make a settlement on her.” This remark set Mr. Carden + thinking. + </p> + <p> + Grace watched the window day after day, but Henry never came nor passed. + She went a great deal more than usual into the town, in hopes of meeting + him by the purest accident. She longed to call on Mrs. Little, but + feminine instinct withheld her; she divined that Mrs. Little must be + deeply offended. + </p> + <p> + She fretted for a sight of Henry, and for an explanation, in which she + might clear herself, and show her love, without being in the least + disobedient to her father. Now all this was too subtle to be written. So + she fretted and pined for a meeting. + </p> + <p> + While she was in this condition, and losing color every day, who should + call one day—to reconnoiter, I suppose—but Mr. Coventry. + </p> + <p> + Grace was lying on the sofa, languid and distraite, when he was announced. + She sat up directly, and her eye kindled. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Coventry came in with his usual grace and cat-like step. “Ah, Miss + Carden!” + </p> + <p> + Miss Carden rose majestically to her feet, made him a formal courtesy, and + swept out of the room, without deigning him a word. She went to the study, + and said, “Papa, here's a friend of yours—Mr. Coventry.” + </p> + <p> + “Dear me, I am very busy. I wish you would amuse him for a few minutes + till I have finished this letter.” + </p> + <p> + “Excuse me, papa; I cannot stay in the same room with Mr. Coventry.” + </p> + <p> + “Why not, pray?” + </p> + <p> + “He is a dangerous man: he compromises one. He offered me an + engagement-ring, and I refused it; yet he made you believe we were + engaged. You have taken care I shall not be compromised with the man I + love; and shall I be compromised with the man I don't care for? No, thank + you.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well, Grace,” said Mr. Carden, coldly. + </p> + <p> + Shortly after this Mr. Carden requested Dr. Amboyne to call; he received + the doctor in his study, and told him that he was beginning to be uneasy + about Grace; she was losing her appetite, her color, and her spirits. + Should he send her to the seaside? + </p> + <p> + “The seaside! I distrust conventional remedies. Let me see the patient.” + </p> + <p> + He entered the room and found her coloring a figure she had drawn: it was + a beautiful woman, with an anchor at her feet. The door was open, and the + doctor, entering softly, saw a tear fall on the work from a face so pale + and worn with pining, that he could hardly repress a start; he did repress + it though, for starts are unprofessional; he shook hands with her in his + usual way. “Sorry to hear you are indisposed, my dear Miss Grace.” He then + examined her tongue, and felt her pulse; and then he sat down, right + before her, and fixed his eyes on her. “How long have you been unwell?” + </p> + <p> + “I am not unwell that I know of,” said Grace, a little sullenly. + </p> + <p> + “One reason I ask, I have another patient, who has been attacked somewhat + in the same way.” + </p> + <p> + Grace colored, and fixed a searching eye on the doctor. “Do I know the + lady?” + </p> + <p> + “No. For it happens to be a male patient.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps it is going about.” + </p> + <p> + “Possibly; this is the age of competition. Still it is hard you can't have + a little malady of this kind all to yourself; don't you think so?” + </p> + <p> + At this Grace laughed hysterically. + </p> + <p> + “Come, none of that before me,” said the doctor sternly. + </p> + <p> + She stopped directly, frightened. The doctor smiled. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Carden peeped in from his study. “When you have done with her, come + and prescribe for me. I am a little out of sorts too.” With this, he + retired. “That means you are to go and tell him what is the matter with + me,” said Grace bitterly. + </p> + <p> + “Is his curiosity unjustifiable?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh no. Poor papa!” Then she asked him dryly if he knew what was the + matter with her. + </p> + <p> + “I think I do.” + </p> + <p> + “Then cure me.” This with haughty incredulity. + </p> + <p> + “I'll try; and a man can but do his best. I'll tell you one thing: if I + can't cure you, no doctor in the world can: see how modest I am. Now for + papa.” + </p> + <p> + She let him go to the very door: and then a meek little timid voice said, + in a scarce audible murmur, “Doctor!” + </p> + <p> + Now when this meek murmur issued from a young lady who had, up to this + period of the interview, been rather cold and cutting, the sagacious + doctor smiled. “My dear?” said he, in a very gentle voice. + </p> + <p> + “Doctor! about your other patient!” + </p> + <p> + “Well?” + </p> + <p> + “Is he as bad as I am? For indeed, my dear friend, I feel—my food + has no taste—life itself no savor. I used to go singing, now I sit + sighing. Is he as bad as I am?” + </p> + <p> + “I'll tell you the truth; his malady is as strong as yours; but he has the + great advantage of being a man; and, again, of being a man of brains. He + is a worker, and an inventor; and now, instead of succumbing tamely to his + disorder, he is working double tides, and inventing with all his might, in + order to remove an obstacle between him and one he loves with all his + manly soul. A contest so noble and so perpetual sustains and fortifies the + mind. He is indomitable; only, at times, his heart of steel will soften, + and then he has fits of deep dejection and depression, which I mourn to + see; for his manly virtues, and his likeness to one I loved deeply in my + youth, have made him dear to me.” + </p> + <p> + During this Grace turned her head away, and, ere the doctor ended, her + tears were flowing freely; for to her, being a woman, this portrait of a + male struggle with sorrow was far more touching than any description of + feminine and unresisted grief could be: and, when the doctor said he loved + his patient, she stole her little hand into his in a way to melt Old Nick, + if he is a male. Ladies, forgive the unchivalrous doubt. + </p> + <p> + “Doctor,” said she, affecting all of a sudden a little air of small + sprightliness, very small, “now, do—you—think—it would + do your patient—the least good in the world—if you were to + take him this?” + </p> + <p> + She handed him her work, and then she blushed divinely. + </p> + <p> + “Why, it is a figure of Hope.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “I think it might do him a great deal of good.” + </p> + <p> + “You could say I painted it for him.” + </p> + <p> + “So I will. That will do him no harm neither. Shall I say I found you + crying over it?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, no! no! That would make him cry too, perhaps.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, I forgot that. Grace, you are an angel.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, no. But you can tell him I am—if you think so. That will do him + no great harm—will it?” + </p> + <p> + “Not an atom to him; but it will subject me to a pinch for stale news. + There, give me my patient's picture, and let me go.” + </p> + <p> + She kissed the little picture half-furtively, and gave it him, and let him + go; only, as he went out at the door, she murmured, “Come often.” + </p> + <p> + Now, when this artful doctor got outside the door, his face became grave + all of a sudden, for he had seen enough to give him a degree of anxiety he + had not betrayed to his interesting patient herself. + </p> + <p> + “Well, doctor?” said Mr. Carden, affecting more cheerfulness than he felt. + “Nothing there beyond your skill, I suppose?” + </p> + <p> + “Her health is declining rapidly. Pale, hollow-eyed, listless, languid—not + the same girl.” + </p> + <p> + “Is it bodily do you think, or only mental?” + </p> + <p> + “Mental as to its cause; but bodily in the result. The two things are + connected in all of us, and very closely in Miss Carden. Her organization + is fine, and, therefore, subtle. She is tuned in a high key. Her + sensibility is great; and tough folk, like you and me, must begin by + putting ourselves in her place before we prescribe for her, otherwise our + harsh hands may crush a beautiful, but too tender, flower.” + </p> + <p> + “Good heavens!” said Carden, beginning to be seriously alarmed, “do you + mean to say you think, if this goes on, she will be in any danger?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, if it were to go on at the same rate, it would be very serious. She + must have lost a stone in weight already.” + </p> + <p> + “What, my child! my sweet Grace! Is it possible her life—” + </p> + <p> + “And do you think your daughter is not mortal like other people? The young + girls that are carried past your door to the churchyard one after another, + had they no fathers?” + </p> + <p> + At this blunt speech the father trembled from head to foot. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0028" id="link2HCH0028"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXVIII. + </h2> + <p> + “Doctor,” said Mr. Carden, “you are an old friend, and a discreet man; I + will confide the truth to you.” + </p> + <p> + “You may save yourself the trouble. I have watched the whole progress of + this amour up to the moment when you gave them the advantage of your + paternal wisdom, and made them both miserable.” + </p> + <p> + “It is very unreasonable of them, to be miserable.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, lovers parted could never yet make themselves happy with reason.” + </p> + <p> + “But why do you say parted? All I said was, 'No engagement till you can + make a settlement: and don't compromise her in the meanwhile.' I did not + mean to interdict occasional visits.” + </p> + <p> + “Then why not say so? That is so like people. You made your unfavorable + stipulation plain enough; but the little bit of comfort, you left that in + doubt. This comes of not putting yourself in his place. I have had a talk + with him about it, and he thinks he is not to show his face here till he + is rich enough to purchase your daughter of you.” + </p> + <p> + “But I tell you he has misunderstood me.” + </p> + <p> + “Then write to him and say so.” + </p> + <p> + “No, no; you take an opportunity to let him know he has really rather + overrated my severity, and that I trust to his honor, and do not object to + a visit—say once a week.” + </p> + <p> + “It is a commission I will undertake with pleasure.” + </p> + <p> + “And do you really think that will do her bodily health any good?” + </p> + <p> + Before Doctor Amboyne could reply, the piano was suddenly touched in the + next room, and a sweet voice began to sing a cheerful melody. “Hush!” said + Doctor Amboyne. “Surely I know that tune. Yes, I have heard THE OTHER + whistle it.” + </p> + <p> + “She has not sung for ever so long,” remarked Mr. Carden. + </p> + <p> + “And I think I can tell you why she is singing now: look at this picture + of Hope; I just told her I had a male patient afflicted with her + complaint, and the quick-witted creature asked me directly if I thought + this picture would do him any good. I said yes, and I'd take it to him.” + </p> + <p> + “Come, doctor, that couldn't make her SING.” + </p> + <p> + “Why not? Heart can speak to heart, even by a flower or a picture. The + separation was complete; sending this symbol has broken it a little, and + so she is singing. This is a lesson for us ruder and less subtle spirits. + Now mind, thwarted love seldom kills a busy man; but it often kills an + idle woman, and your daughter is an idle woman. He is an iron pot, she is + a china vase. Please don't hit them too hard with the hammer of paternal + wisdom, or you will dent my iron pot, and break your china vase to atoms.” + </p> + <p> + Having administered this warning, Dr. Amboyne went straight from Woodbine + Villa to Little's factory; but Little was still in London; he had gone + there to take out patents. Bayne promised to send the doctor a line + immediately on his return. Nevertheless, a fortnight elapsed, and then Dr. + Amboyne received a short, mysterious line to tell him Mr. Little had come + home, and would be all the better of a visit. On receipt of this the + doctor went at once to the works, and found young Little lying on his + carpenter's bench in a sort of gloomy apathy. “Hallo!” said the doctor, in + his cheerful way, “why what's the matter now?” + </p> + <p> + “I'm fairly crushed,” groaned the inventor. + </p> + <p> + “And what has crushed you?” + </p> + <p> + “The roundabout swindle.” + </p> + <p> + “There, now, he invents words as well as things. Come, tell me all about + the roundabout swindle.” + </p> + <p> + “No, no; I haven't the heart left to go through it all again, even in + words. One would think an inventor was the enemy of the human race. Yes, I + will tell you; the sight of you has revived me a bit; it always does. + Well, then, you know I am driven to invention now; it is my only chance; + and, ever since Mr. Carden spoke to me, I have given my whole soul to the + best way of saw-grinding by machinery. The circular saws beat me for a + while, but I mastered them; see, there's the model. I'm going to burn it + this very afternoon. Well, a month ago, I took the other model—the + long-saw grinder—up to London, to patent the invention, as you + advised me. I thought I'd just have to exhibit the model, and lodge the + description in some Government office, and pay a fee, of course, to some + swell, and so be quit of it. Lord bless you—first I had to lay the + specification before the Court of Chancery, and write a petition to the + Queen, and pay, and, what is worse, wait. When I had paid and waited, I + got my petition signed, not by the Queen, but by some go-between, and then + I must take it to the Attorney-general. He made me pay—and wait. + When I had waited ever so long, I was sent back to where I had come from—the + Home Office. But even then I could not get to the Queen. Another of her + go-betweens nailed me, and made me pay, and wait: these locusts steal your + time as well as your money. At last, a copy of a copy of a copy of my + patent got to the Queen, and she signed it like a lady at once, and I got + it back. Then I thought I was all right. Not a bit of it: the Queen's + signature wasn't good till another of her go-betweens had signed it. I + think it was the Home Secretary this time. This go-between bled me again, + and sent me with my hard-earned signatures to the Patent Office. There + they drafted, and copied, and docketed, and robbed me of more time and + money. And, when all was done, I had to take the document back to one of + the old go-betweens that I hoped I had worn out, the Attorney-general. He + signed, and bled me out of some more money. From him to the other + go-betweens at Whitehall. From them to the Stamp Office, if I remember + right, and oh Lord, didn't I fall among leeches there? They drafted, they + copied, they engrossed, they juggled me out of time and money without end. + The first leech was called the Lord Keeper of the Seal; the second leech + was called the Lord Chancellor; it was some go-between that acted in his + name; the third leech was the Clerk of the Patents. They demanded more + copies, and then employed more go-betweens to charge ten times the value + of a copy, and nailed the balance, no doubt. 'Stand and deliver thirty + pounds for this stamp.' 'Stand and deliver to me that call myself the + Chancellor's purse-bearer—and there's no such creature—two + guineas.' 'Stand and deliver seven, thirteen, to the clerk of the Hanaper'—and + there's no such thing as a Hanaper. 'Stand and deliver three, five,' to a + go-between that calls himself the Lord Chancellor again, and isn't. 'Stand + and deliver six, naught, to a go-between that acts for the deputy, that + ought to put a bit of sealing-wax on the patent, but hasn't the brains to + do it himself, so you must pay ME a fancy price for doing it, and then I + won't do it; it will be done by a clerk at twenty-five shillings a week.' + And, all this time, mind you, no disposition to soften all this official + peculation by civility; no misgiving that the next wave of civilization + may sweep nil these go-betweens and leeches out of the path of progress; + no, the deputy-vice-go-betweens all scowled, as well as swindled: they + broke my heart so, often I sat down in their antechambers and the scalding + tears ran down my cheeks, at being pillaged of my time as well as my + money, and treated like a criminal—for what? For being, in my small + way, a national benefactor.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay,” said the doctor, “you had committed the crime of brains; and the + worse crime of declining to be starved in return for them. I don't rebel + against the fees so much: their only fault is that they are too heavy, + since the monopoly they profess to secure is short-lived, and yet not very + secure; the Lord Chancellor, as a judge, has often to upset the patent + which he has sold in another character. But that system of go-betweens, + and deputy-go-betweens, and deputy-lieutenant-go-betweens and nobody doing + his own business in matters of State, it really is a national curse, and a + great blot upon the national intellect. It is a disease; so let us name + it. We doctors are great at naming diseases; greater than at curing them. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “'Let us call it VICARIA, + This English malaria.' +</pre> + <p> + “Of this Vicaria, the loss of time and money you have suffered is only one + of the fruits, I think.” + </p> + <p> + “All I know is, they made my life hell for more than a month; and if I + have ever the misfortune to invent any thing more, I'll keep it to myself. + I'll hide it, like any other crime. But no; I never will invent another + thing: never, never.” + </p> + <p> + “Stuff! Methinks I hear a duck abjure natation. You can't help inventing.” + </p> + <p> + “I will help it. What, do you think I'll be such an ass as to have Brains + in a country where Brains are a crime? Doctor, I'm in despair.” + </p> + <p> + “Then it is time to cast your eyes over this little picture.” + </p> + <p> + The inventor turned the little picture listlessly about. “It is a woman, + with an anchor. It's a figure of Hope.” + </p> + <p> + “Beautifully painted, is it not?” + </p> + <p> + “The tints are well laid on: but, if you'll excuse me, it is rather flat.” + He laid the picture down, and turned away from it. “Ah, Hope, my lass, + you've come to the wrong shop.” + </p> + <p> + “Not she. She was painted expressly for you, and by a very beautiful + girl.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, doctor, not by—” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; she sends it you.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” And he caught Hope up, and began to devour her with kisses, and his + eyes sparkled finely. + </p> + <p> + “I have some good news, too, for you. Mr. Carden tells me he never + intended to separate you entirely from his daughter. If you can be + moderate, discreet, old before your time, etc., and come only about once a + week, and not compromise her publicly, you will be as welcome as ever.” + </p> + <p> + “That IS good news, indeed. I'll go there this very day; and I'll patent + the circular saw.” + </p> + <p> + “There's a non-sequitur for you!” + </p> + <p> + “Nothing of the kind, sir. Why, even the Queen's go-betweens will never + daunt me, now I can go and drink love and courage direct from HER eyes; + and nothing can chill nor discourage me now. I'll light my forge again and + go to work, and make a few sets of carving-tools, and that will pay the + go-betweens for patenting my circular-saw grinder. But first I'll put on + my coat and go to heaven.” + </p> + <p> + “Had you not better postpone that till the end of your brilliant career as + an inventor and a lover?” + </p> + <p> + “No; I thirst for heaven, and I'll drink it.” So he made his toilet, + thanked and blessed the good doctor, and off to Woodbine Villa. + </p> + <p> + Grace Carden saw him coming, and opened the door to him herself, red as + scarlet, and her eyes swimming. She scarcely made an effort to contain + herself by this time, and when she got him into the drawing-room all to + herself, she cried, for joy and tenderness, on his shoulder; and, it cost + him a gulp or two, I can tell you: and they sat hand in hand, and were + never tired of gazing at each other; and the hours flew by unheeded. All + their trouble was as though it had never been. Love brightened the + present, the future, and even the past. He did not tell Grace one word of + what he had suffered from Vicaria—I thank thee, doctor, for teaching + me that word—it had lost all interest to him. Love and happiness had + annihilated its true character—like the afternoon sun gilding a + far-off pig-sty. He did mention the subject, however, but it was in these + terms: “And, dearest, I'm hard at work inventing, and I patent all my + inventions; so I hope to satisfy your father before two years.” + </p> + <p> + And Grace said, “Yes; but don't overwork your poor brain and worry + yourself. I am yours in heart, and that is something, I hope. I know it is + to me; I wouldn't change with any wife in Christendom.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0029" id="link2HCH0029"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIX. + </h2> + <p> + At the end of two months the situation of affairs was as follows: + </p> + <p> + Grace Carden received a visit every week from Henry, and met him now and + then at other houses: she recovered her health and spirits, and, being of + a patient sex, was quite contented, and even happy. Frederick Coventry + visited her often, and she received his visits quite graciously, now that + the man she loved was no longer driven from her. She even pitied him, and + was kind to him and had misgivings that she had used him ill. This feeling + he fostered, by a tender, dejected, and inoffensive manner. Boiling with + rage inside, this consummate actor had the art to feign resignation; + whereas, in reality, he was secretly watching for an opportunity to injure + his rival. But no such opportunity came. + </p> + <p> + Little, in humble imitation of his sovereign, had employed a go-between to + employ a go-between, to deal with the State go-betweens, and + deputy-go-betweens, that hampered the purchase—the word “grant” is + out of place, bleeding is no boon—of a patent from the crown, and by + this means he had done, in sixty days, what a true inventor will do in + twenty-four hours, whenever the various metallic ages shall be succeeded + by the age of reason; he had secured his two saw-grinding inventions, by + patent, in Great Britain, the Canadas, and the United States of America. + He had another invention perfected; it was for forging axes and hatchets + by machinery: but this he did not patent: he hoped to find his + remuneration in the prior use of it for a few months. Mere priority is + sometimes a great advantage in this class of invention, and there are no + fees to pay for it nor deputy-lieutenant-vice-go-betweens' antechambers + for genius to cool its heels and heart in. + </p> + <p> + But one thing soon became evident. He could not work his inventions + without a much larger capital. + </p> + <p> + Dr. Amboyne and he put their heads together over this difficulty, and the + doctor advised him in a more erudite style than usual. + </p> + <p> + “True invention,” said he, “whether literary or mechanical, is the highest + and hardest effort of the mind. It is an operation so absorbing that it + often weakens those pettier talents which make what we call the clever + man. Therefore the inventor should ally himself with some person of talent + and energy, but no invention. Thus supported, he can have his fits of + abstraction, his headaches, his heartaches, his exultations, his + depressions, and no harm done; his dogged associate will plow steadily on + all the time. So, after all, your requiring capital is no great + misfortune; you must look out for a working capitalist. No sleeping + partner will serve your turn; what you want is a good rich, vulgar, + energetic man, the pachydermatouser the better.” + </p> + <p> + Henry acted on this advice, and went to London in search of a moneyed + partner. Oh, then it was he learned— + </p> + <p> + “The hell it is in suing long to bide.” + </p> + <p> + He found capitalists particularly averse to speculate in a patent. It took + him many days to find out what moneyed men were open to that sort of thing + at all; and, when he got to them, they were cold. + </p> + <p> + They had all been recently bitten by harebrained inventors. + </p> + <p> + Then he represented that it was a matter of judgment, and offered to prove + by figures that his saw-grinding machines must return three hundred per + cent. These he applied to would not take the trouble to study his figures. + In another words, he came at the wrong time. And the wrong time is as bad + as the wrong thing, or worse. + </p> + <p> + Take a note of that, please: and then forget it. + </p> + <p> + At last he gave up London in despair, and started for Birmingham. + </p> + <p> + The train stepped at Tring, and, as it was going on again, a man ran + toward the third-class carriage Little was seated in. One of the servants + of the company tried to stop him, very properly. He struggled with that + official, and eventually shook him off. Meantime the train was + accelerating its pace. In spite of that, this personage made a run and a + bound, and, half leaping, half scrambling, got his head and shoulders over + the door, and there oscillated, till Little grabbed him with both hands, + and drew him powerfully in, and admonished him. “That is a foolhardy + trick, sir, begging your pardon.” + </p> + <p> + “Young man,” panted the invader, “do you know who you're a-speaking to?” + </p> + <p> + “No. The Emperor of China?” + </p> + <p> + “No such trash; it's Ben Bolt, a man that's bad to beat.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, you'll get beat some day, if you go jumping in and out of trains in + motion.” + </p> + <p> + “A many have been killed that way,” suggested a huge woman in the corner + with the meekest and most timid voice imaginable. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Bolt eyed the speaker with a humorous voice. “Well, if I'm ever killed + that way, I'll send you a letter by the post. Got a sweetheart, ma'am?” + </p> + <p> + “I've got a good husband, sir,” said she, with mild dignity, and pointed + to a thin, sour personage opposite, with his nose in a newspaper. Deep in + some public question, he ignored this little private inquiry. + </p> + <p> + “That's unlucky,” said Bolt, “for here am I, just landed from Victoria, + and money in both pockets. And where do you think I am going now? to + Chester, to see my father and mother, and show them I was right after all. + They wanted me to go to school; I wouldn't. Leathered me; I howled, but + wouldn't spell; I was always bad to beat. Next thing was, they wanted to + make a tanner of me. I wouldn't. 'Give me fifty pounds and let me try the + world,' says I. THEY wouldn't. We quarreled. My uncle interfered one day, + and gave me fifty pounds. 'Go to the devil,' said he, 'if you like; so as + you don't come back.' I went to Sydney, and doubled my fifty; got a + sheep-run, and turned my hundred into a thousand. Then they found gold, + and that brought up a dozen ways of making money, all of 'em better than + digging. Why, ma'am, I made ten thousand pounds by selling the beastliest + lemonade you ever tasted for gold-dust at the mines. That was a good swop, + wasn't it? So now I'm come home to see if I can stand the Old Country and + its ways; and I'm going to see the old folk. I haven't heard a word about + them this twenty years.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, dear, sir,” said the meek woman, “twenty years is a long time. I hope + you won't find them dead an' buried.” + </p> + <p> + “Don't say that; don't say that!” And the tough, rough man showed a grain + of feeling. He soon recovered himself, though, and said more + obstreperously than ever, “If they are, I disown 'em. None of your + faint-hearted people for me. I despise a chap that gives in before eighty. + I'm Ben Bolt, that is bad to beat. Death himself isn't going to bowl me + out till I've had my innings.” + </p> + <p> + “La, sir; pray don't talk so, or you'll anger them above, and, ten to one, + upset the train.” + </p> + <p> + “That's one for me, and two for yourself, ma'am.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir,” said the mild soul. “I have got my husband with me, and you + are only a bachelor, sir.” + </p> + <p> + “How d'ye know that?” + </p> + <p> + “I think you'd ha' been softened down a bit, if you'd ever had a good + wife.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, it is because I speak loud. That is with bawling to my shepherds half + a mile off. Why, if I'm loud, I'm civil. Now, young man, what is YOUR + trouble?” + </p> + <p> + Henry started from his reverie, and looked astonished. + </p> + <p> + “Out with it,” shouted Mr. Bolt; “don't sit grizzling there. What with + this lady's husband, dead and buried in that there newspaper, and you, + that sets brooding like a hen over one egg, it's a Quaker's meeting, or + nearly. If you've been and murdered anybody, tell us all about it. Once + off your mind, you'll be more sociable.” + </p> + <p> + “A man's thoughts are his own, Mr. Bolt. I'm not so fond of talking about + myself as you seem to be.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I can talk, or I can listen. But you won't do neither. Pretty company + YOU are, a-hatching of your egg.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, sir,” said the meek woman to Henry, “the rough gentleman he is + right. If you are in trouble, the best way is to let your tongue put it + off your heart.” + </p> + <p> + “I'm sure you are very kind,” said Henry, “but really my trouble is one of + those out-of-the-way things that do not interest people. However, the long + and the short is, I'm an inventor. I have invented several things, and + kept them dark, and they have paid me. I live at Hillsborough. But now I + have found a way of grinding long saws and circular saws by machinery, at + a saving of five hundred per cent labor. That saving of labor represents + an enormous profit—a large fortune; so I have patented the invention + at my own expense. But I can't work it without a capitalist. Well, I have + ransacked London, and all the moneyed men shy me. The fools will go into + railways, and bubbles, and a lot of things that are blind chance, but they + won't even study my drawings and figures, and I made it clear enough too.” + </p> + <p> + “I'm not of their mind then,” said Bolt. “My rule is never to let another + man work my money. No railway shares nor gold mines for Ben Bolt. My money + goes with me, and I goes with my money.” + </p> + <p> + “Then you are a man of sense; and I only wish you had money enough to go + into this with me.” + </p> + <p> + “How do you know how much money I've got? You show me how to turn twenty + thousand into forty thousand, or forty thousand into eighty thousand, and + I'll soon find the money.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I could show you how to turn fifteen thousand into fifty thousand.” + He then unlocked his black bag, and showed Bolt some drawings that + represented the grinders by hand at work on long saws and circular saws. + “This,” said he, “is the present system.” He then pointed out its defects. + “And this,” said he, “is what I propose to substitute.” Then he showed him + drawings of his machines at work. “And these figures represent the saving + in labor. Now, in this branch of cutlery, the labor is the manufacturer's + main expense. Make ten men grind what fifty used, you put forty workmen's + wages in your pocket.” + </p> + <p> + “That's tall talk.” + </p> + <p> + “Not an inch taller than the truth.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Bolt studied the drawings, and, from obstreperous, became quite quiet + and absorbed. Presently he asked Henry to change places with him; and, on + this being complied with, he asked the meek woman to read him Henry's + figures, slowly. She stared, but complied. Mr. Bolt pondered the figures, + and examined the drawings again. He then put a number of questions to + Henry, some of them very shrewd; and, at last, got so interested in the + affair that he would talk of nothing else. + </p> + <p> + As the train slackened for Birmingham, he said to Henry, “I'm no great + scholar; I like to see things in the body. On we go to Hillsborough.” + </p> + <p> + “But I want to talk to a capitalist or two at Birmingham.” + </p> + <p> + “That is not fair; I've got the refusal.” + </p> + <p> + “The deuce you have!” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I've gone into it with you; and the others wouldn't listen. Said so + yourself.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, but, Mr. Bolt, are you really in earnest? Surely this is quite out + of your line?” + </p> + <p> + “How can it be out of my line if it pays? I've bought and sold sheep, and + wool, and land, and water, and houses, and tents, and old clothes, and + coffee, and tobacco, and cabs. And swopped—my eye, how I have + swopped! I've swopped a housemaid under articles for a pew in the church, + and a milch cow for a whale that wasn't even killed yet; I paid for the + chance. I'm at all in the ring, and devilish bad to beat. Here goes—high, + low, Jack, and the game.” + </p> + <p> + “Did you ever deal in small beer?” asked Henry, satirically. + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Bolt, innocently. “But I would in a minute if I saw clear to + the nimble shilling. Well, will you come on to Hillsborough and settle + this? I've got the refusal for twenty-four hours, I consider.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, if you think so, I will go on to Hillsborough. But you said you were + going to see your parents, after twenty years' absence and silence.” + </p> + <p> + “So I am; but they can keep; what signifies a day or two more after twenty + years?” He added, rather severely, as one whose superior age entitled him + to play the monitor, “Young man, I never make a toil of a pleasure.” + </p> + <p> + “No more do I. But how does that apply to visiting your parents?” + </p> + <p> + “If I was to neglect business to gratify my feelings, I should be + grizzling all the time; and wouldn't that be making a toil of a pleasure?” + </p> + <p> + Henry could only grin in reply to this beautiful piece of reasoning; and + that same afternoon the pair were in Hillsborough, and Mr. Bolt, under + Henry's guidance, inspected the grinding of heavy saws, both long and + circular. He noted, at Henry's request, the heavy, dirty labor. He then + mounted to the studio, and there Henry lectured on his models, and showed + them working. Bolt took it all in, his eye flashed, and then he put on, + for the first time, the coldness of the practiced dealer. “It would take a + good deal of money to work this properly,” said he, shaking his head. + </p> + <p> + “It has taken a good deal of brains to invent it.” + </p> + <p> + “No doubt, no doubt. Well, if you want me to join you, it must be on + suitable terms. Money is tight.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, propose your own terms.” + </p> + <p> + “That's not my way. I'll think it over before I put my hand to paper. Give + me till to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly.” + </p> + <p> + On this Mr. Bolt went off as if he had been shot. + </p> + <p> + He returned next day, and laid before Henry an agreement drawn by the + sharpest attorney in Hillsborough, and written in a clerk's hand. “There,” + said he, briskly, “you sign that, and I'll make my mark, and at it we go.” + </p> + <p> + “Stop a bit,” said Henry. “You've been to a lawyer, have you? Then I must + go to one, too; fair play's a jewel.” + </p> + <p> + Bolt looked disappointed; but the next moment he affected cheerfulness, + and said, “That is fair. Take it to your lawyer directly.” + </p> + <p> + “I will,” said Henry; but, instead of a lawyer, he took it to his friend + Dr. Amboyne, told him all about Ben Bolt, and begged his advice on the + agreement. “Ought he to have the lion's share like this?” + </p> + <p> + “The moneyed man generally takes that. No commodity is sold so far beyond + its value as money. Let me read it.” + </p> + <p> + The purport of the agreement was as follows:—New premises to be + built by Bolt, a portion of the building to be constructed so that it + could be easily watched night and day, and in that part the patent + saw-grinding machines to be worked. The expenses of this building to be + paid off by degrees out of the gross receipts, and meanwhile Mr. Bolt was + to receive five per cent. interest for his outlay and two-thirds of the + profits, if any. Mr. Little to dispose of his present factory, and confine + his patents to the joint operation. + </p> + <p> + Dr. Amboyne, on mature consideration, advised Little to submit to all the + conditions, except the clause confining his operations and his patents. + They just drew their pen through that clause, and sent the amended + agreement to Bolt's hotel. He demurred to the amendment; but Henry stood + firm, and proposed a conference of four. This took place at Dr. Amboyne's + house, and at last the agreement was thus modified: the use of the patents + in Hillsborough to be confined to the firm of Bolt and Little: but Little + to be free to sell them, or work them in any other town, and also free, in + Hillsborough, to grind saws by hand, or do any other established operation + of cutlery. + </p> + <p> + The parties signed; and Bolt went to work in earnest. With all his + resolution, he did not lack prudence. He went into the suburbs for his + site and bought a large piece of ground. He advertised for contracts and + plans, and brought them all to Henry, and profited by his practical + remarks. + </p> + <p> + He warned the builders it must be a fortress, as well as a factory: but, + at Henry's particular request, he withheld the precise reason. “I'm not to + be rattened,” said he. “I mean to stop that little game. I'm Ben Bolt, + that's bad to beat.” + </p> + <p> + At last the tender of Mr. White was accepted, and as Mr. Bolt, experienced + in the delays of builders, tied him tight as to time, he, on his part, + made a prompt and stringent contract with Messrs. Whitbread, the + brickmakers, and began to dig the foundations. + </p> + <p> + All this Henry communicated to Grace, and was in high spirits over it, and + then so was she. He had a beautiful frame made for the little picture she + had given him, and hung it up in his studio. It became the presiding + genius, and indeed the animating spirit, of his life. + </p> + <p> + Both to him and Grace the bright and hopeful period of their love had come + at last. Even Bolt contributed something to Little's happiness. The man, + hard as he was in business, was not without a certain rough geniality; and + then he was so brisk and bustling. His exuberant energy pleased the + inventor, and formed an agreeable relief to his reveries and deep fits of + study. + </p> + <p> + The prospect was bright, and the air sunny. In the midst of all which + there rose in the horizon a cloud, like that seen by Elijah's servant, a + cloud no bigger than a man's hand. + </p> + <p> + Bolt burst into the studio one day, like a shell, and, like a shell, + exploded. + </p> + <p> + “Here's a pretty go! We're all at a standstill. The brickmakers have + struck.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, what is the matter?” + </p> + <p> + “Fourpence. Young Whitbread, our brickmaker's son, is like you—a bit + of an inventor; he altered the shape of the bricks, to fit a small + hand-machine, and Whitbreads reckoned to save tenpence a thousand. The + brickmakers objected directly. Whitbreads didn't want a row, so they + offered to share the profit. The men sent two of their orators to parley; + I was standing by Whithread when they came up; you should have heard 'em; + anybody would have sworn the servants were masters, and the masters negro + slaves. When the servants had hectored a bit, the masters, meek and mild, + said they would give them sixpence out of the tenpence sooner than they + should feel dissatisfied. No; that wouldn't do. 'Well, then,' says young + Whitbread, 'are you agreed what will do?' 'Well,' said one of the + servants, 'we WILL ALLOW YOU TO MAKE THE BRICKS, if you give us the + tenpence.'” + </p> + <p> + “That was cool,” said Henry. “To be sure, all brainless beggars try to + starve invention.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, my man: and you grumbled at my taking two-thirds. Labor is harder on + you inventors than capital is, you see. Well, I told 'em I wondered at + their cheek; but the old man stopped me, and spoke quite mild: says he, + 'You are too hard on us; we ought to gain a trifle by our own improvement; + if it had come from you, we should pay you for it;' and he should stand by + his offer of sixpence. So then the men told them it would be the worse for + them, and the old gentleman gave a bit of sigh, and said he couldn't help + that, he must live in the trade, or leave it, he didn't much care which. + Next morning they all struck work; and there we are—stopped.” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said Henry, “it is provoking; but you mustn't ask me to meddle. + It's your business.” + </p> + <p> + “It is, and I'll show you I'm bad to beat.” With this doughty resolve he + went off and drove the contractors; they drove the brickmakers, and the + brickmakers got fresh hands from a distance, and the promise of some more. + </p> + <p> + Bolt rubbed his hands, and kept popping into the yard to see how they got + on. By this means he witnessed an incident familiar to brickmakers in that + district, but new to him. Suddenly loud cries of pain were heard, and two + of the brickmakers held up hands covered with blood, and transfixed by + needles. Some ruffian had filled the clay with needles. The sufferers were + both disabled, and one went to the hospital. Tempered clay enough to make + two hundred thousand bricks had been needled, and had to be cleared away + at a loss of time and material. + </p> + <p> + Bolt went and told Henry, and it only worried him; he could do nothing. + Bolt went and hired a watchman and a dog, at his own expense. The dog was + shot dead one dark night, and the watchman's box turned over and sat upon, + watchman included, while the confederates trampled fifty thousand raw + bricks into a shapeless mass. + </p> + <p> + The brickmasters, however, stood firm, and at last four of the old hands + returned to him, and accepted the sixpence profit due to the master's + invention. These four were contribution-men, that is to say, they paid the + Union a shilling per week for permission to make bricks; but this weekly + payment was merely a sort of blackmail, it entitled them to no relief from + the Union when out of work: so a three-weeks' strike brought them to + starvation, and they could cooperate no longer with the genuine Union men, + who were relieved from the box all this time. Nevertheless, though their + poverty, and not their will, brought them back to work, they were all + threatened, and found themselves in a position that merits the sympathy of + all men, especially of the very poor. Starvation on one side, sanguinary + threats on the other, from an Union which abandoned them in their need, + yet expected them to stick by it and starve. In short, the said Union was + no pupil of Amboyne; could not put itself in the place of these hungry + men, and realize their dilemma; it could only see the situation from its + own point of view. From that intellectual defect sprang a crime. On a + certain dark night, Thomas Wilde, one of these contribution-men, was + burning bricks all by himself, when a body of seven men came crawling up + to within a little distance. These men were what they call “victims,” + i.e., men on strike, and receiving pay from the box. + </p> + <p> + Now, when a man stands against the fire of a kiln, he cannot see many + yards from him: so five of the “victims” stood waiting, and sent two + forward. These two came up to Wilde, and asked him a favor. “Eh, mister, + can you let me and my mate lie down for an hour by your fire?” + </p> + <p> + “You are welcome,” said honest Wilde. He then turned to break a piece of + coal, and instantly one of those who had accepted his hospitality struck + him on the back of the head, and the other five rushed in, and they all + set on him, and hit him with cartlegs, and kicked him with their heavy + shoes. Overpowered as he was, he struggled away from them, groaning and + bleeding, and got to a shed about thirty yards off. But these relentless + men, after a moment's hesitation, followed him, and rained blows and kicks + on him again, till he gave himself up for dead. He cried out in his + despair, “Lord, have mercy on me; they have finished me!” and fainted away + in a pool of his own blood. But, just before he became insensible, he + heard a voice say, “Thou'll burn no more bricks.” Then the “victims” + retired, leaving this great criminal for dead. + </p> + <p> + After a long while he came to himself, and found his arm was broken, and + his body covered with cuts and bruises. His house was scarcely a furlong + distant, yet he was an hour crawling to it. His room was up a short stair + of ten steps. The steps beat him; he leaned on the rail at the bottom, and + called out piteously, “My wife! my wife! my wife!” three times. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Wilde ran down to him, and caught hold of his hand, and said, + “Whatever is to do?” + </p> + <p> + When she took his hand the pain made him groan, and she felt something + drip on to her hand. It was blood from his wounded arm. Then she was + terrified, and, strong with excitement, she managed to get him into the + house and lay him on the floor. She asked him, had he fallen off the kiln? + He tried to reply, but could not, and fainted again. This time he was + insensible for several hours. In the morning he came to, and told his + cruel story to Whitbread, Bolt, and others. Bolt and Whitbread took it + most to heart. Bolt went to Mr. Ransome, and put the case in his hands. + </p> + <p> + Ransome made this remark:—“Ah, you are a stranger, sir. The folk + hereabouts never come to us in these Union cases. I'll attend to it, trust + me.” + </p> + <p> + Bolt went with this tragedy to Henry, and it worried him; but he could do + nothing. “Mr. Bolt,” said he, “I think you are making your own + difficulties. Why quarrel with the Brickmakers' Union? Surely that is + superfluous.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, it is them that quarreled with me; and I'm Ben Bolt, that is bad to + beat.” He armed himself with gun and revolver, and watched the Whitbreads' + yard himself at night. + </p> + <p> + Two days after this, young Whitbread's wife received an anonymous letter, + advising her, as a friend, to avert the impending fate of her husband, by + persuading him to dismiss the police and take back his Hands. The letter + concluded with this sentence, “He is generally respected; but we have come + to a determination to shoot him.” + </p> + <p> + Young Whitbread took no apparent notice of this, and soon afterward the + secretary of the Union proposed a conference. Bolt got wind of this, and + was there when the orators came. The deputation arrived, and, after a very + short preamble, offered to take the six-pence. + </p> + <p> + “Why,” said Bolt, “you must be joking. Those are the terms poor Wilde came + back on, and you have hashed him for it.” + </p> + <p> + Old Whitbread looked the men in the face, and said, gravely, “You are too + late. You have shed that poor man's blood; and you have sent an anonymous + letter to my son's wife. That lady has gone on her knees to us to leave + the trade, and we have consented. Fifteen years ago, your Union wrote + letters of this kind to my wife (she was pregnant at the time), and drove + her into her grave, with fright and anxiety for her husband. You shall not + kill Tom's wife as well. The trade is a poor one at best, thanks to the + way you have ground your employers down, and, when you add to that + needling our clay, and burning our gear, and beating our servants to + death's door, and driving our wives into the grave, we bid you good-by. + Mr. Bolt, I'm the sixth brickmaster this Union has driven out of the trade + by outrages during the last ten years.” + </p> + <p> + “Thou's a wrong-headed old chap,” said the brickmakers' spokesman; “but + thou canst not run away with place. Them as takes to it will have to take + us on.” + </p> + <p> + “Not so. We have sold our plant to the Barton Machine Brickmaking Company; + and you maltreated them so at starting that now they won't let a single + Union man set his foot on their premises.” + </p> + <p> + The company in question made bricks better and cheaper than any other + brickmaster; but, making them by machinery, were ALWAYS at war with the + Brickmakers' Union, and, whenever a good chance occurred for destroying + their property, it was done. They, on their part, diminished those chances + greatly by setting up their works five miles from the town, and by keeping + armed watchmen and police. Only these ran away with their profits. + </p> + <p> + Now, when this company came so near the town, and proceeded to work up + Whitbread's clay, in execution of the contract with which their purchase + saddled them, the Brickmakers' Union held a great meeting, in which full a + hundred brickmakers took part, and passed extraordinary resolutions, and + voted extraordinary sums of money, and recorded both in their books. These + books were subsequently destroyed, for a reason the reader can easily + divine who has read this narrative with his understanding. + </p> + <p> + Soon after that meeting, one Kay, a brickmaker, who was never seen to make + a brick—for the best of all reasons, he lived by blood alone—was + observed reconnoitering the premises, and that very night a quantity of + barrows, utensils, and tools were heaped together, naphtha poured over + them, and the whole set on fire. + </p> + <p> + Another dark night, twenty thousand bricks were trampled so noiselessly + that the perpetrators were neither seen nor heard. + </p> + <p> + But Bolt hired more men, put up a notice he would shoot any intruder dead, + and so frightened them by his blustering that they kept away, being + cowards at bottom, and the bricks were rapidly made, and burnt, and some + were even delivered; these bricks were carted from the yard to the + building site by one Harris, who had nothing to do with the quarrel; he + was a carter by profession, and wheeled bricks for all the world. + </p> + <p> + One night this poor man's haystack and stable were all in flames in a + moment, and unearthly screams issued from the latter. + </p> + <p> + The man ran out, half-naked, and his first thought was to save his good + gray mare from the fire. But this act of humanity had been foreseen and + provided against. The miscreants had crept into the stable, and tied the + poor docile beast fast by the head to the rack; then fired the straw. Her + screams were such as no man knew a horse could utter. They pierced all + hearts, however hard, till her burnt body burst the burnt cords, and all + fell together. Man could not aid her. But God can avenge her. + </p> + <p> + As if the poor thing could tell whether she was drawing machine-made + bricks, or hand-made bricks! + </p> + <p> + The incident is painful to relate; but it would be unjust to omit it. It + was characteristic of that particular Union; and, indeed, without it my + reader could not possibly appreciate the brickmaking mind. + </p> + <p> + Bolt went off with this to Little; but Amboyne was there, and cut his + tales short. “I hope,” said he, “that the common Creator of the + four-legged animal and the two-legged beasts will see justice done between + them; but you must not come here tormenting my inventor with these + horrors. Your business is to relieve him of all such worries, and let him + invent in peace.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Little, “and I have told Mr. Bolt we can't avoid a difficulty + with the cutlers. But the brickmakers—what madness to go and quarrel + with them! I will have nothing to do with it, Mr. Bolt.” + </p> + <p> + “The cutlers! Oh, I don't mind them,” said Bolt. “They are angels compared + with the brickmakers. The cutlers don't poison cows, and hamstring horses, + and tie them to fire; the cutlers don't fling little boys into water-pits, + and knock down little girls with their fists, just because their fathers + are non-Union men; the cutlers don't strew poisoned apples and oranges + about, to destroy whole families like rats. Why, sir, I have talked with a + man the brickmakers tried to throw into boiling lime; and another they + tried to poison with beer, and, when he wouldn't drink it, threw vitriol + in his eyes, and he's blind of an eye to this day. There's full half a + dozen have had bottles of gunpowder and old nails flung into their rooms, + with lighted fuses, where they were sleeping with their families; they + call that 'bottling a man;' it's a familiar phrase. I've seen three + cripples crawling about that have been set on by numbers and spoiled for + life, and as many fired at in the dark; one has got a slug in his head to + this day. And, with all that, the greatest cowards in the world—daren't + face a man in daylight, any two of them; but I've seen the woman they + knocked down with their fists, and her daughter too, a mere child at the + time. No, the cutlers are men, but the brickmakers are beasts.” + </p> + <p> + “All the more reason for avoiding silly quarrels with the brickmakers,” + said Little. + </p> + <p> + Thus snubbed, Mr. Bolt retired, muttering something about “bad to beat.” + He found Harris crying over the ashes of his mare, and the man refused to + wheel any more machine-made bricks. Other carters, being applied to, + refused also. They had received written warning, and dared not wheel one + of those bricks for their lives. + </p> + <p> + The invincible Bolt bought a cart and a horse, hired two strangers, armed + them and himself with revolvers, and carted the bricks himself. Five + brickmakers waylaid him in a narrow lane; he took out his revolver, and + told them he'd send them all to hell if one laid a finger on him; at this + rude observation they fled like sheep. + </p> + <p> + The invincible carted his bricks by day, and at night rode the horse away + to an obscure inn, and slept beside him, armed to the teeth. + </p> + <p> + The result of all which was that one day he burst into Little's studio + shouting “Victory!” and told him two hundred thousand bricks were on the + premises, and twenty bricklayers would be at work on the foundations that + afternoon. + </p> + <p> + Henry Little was much pleased at that, and when Bolt told him how he had + carted the bricks in person, said, “You are the man for me; you really are + bad to beat.” + </p> + <p> + While they were congratulating each other on this hard-earned victory, Mr. + Bayne entered softly, and said, “Mr. White—to speak to Mr. Bolt.” + </p> + <p> + “That is the builder,” said Bolt. “Show him up.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. White came in with a long face. + </p> + <p> + “Bad news, gentlemen; the Machine Brickmaking Company retires from + business, driven out of trade by their repeated losses from violence.” + </p> + <p> + “All the worse for the nation,” said Bolt; “houses are a fancy article—got + to be. But it doesn't matter to us. We have got bricks enough to go on + with.” + </p> + <p> + “Plenty, sir; but that is not where the shoe pinches now. The Brickmakers' + Union has made it right with the Bricklayers' Union, and the Bricklayers' + Union orders us to cart back every one of those machine-made bricks to the + yard.” + </p> + <p> + “See them —— first,” said Bolt. + </p> + <p> + “Well, sir, have you considered the alternative?” + </p> + <p> + “Not I. What is it?” + </p> + <p> + “Not a bricklayer in Hillsboro', or for fifty miles round, will set a + brick for us; and if we get men from a distance they will be talked away, + or driven away, directly. The place is picketed on every side at this + moment.” + </p> + <p> + Even Bolt was staggered now. “What is to be done, I wonder?” + </p> + <p> + “There's nothing to be done but submit. When two such powerful Unions + amalgamate, resistance is useless, and the law of the land a dead letter. + Mr. Bolt, I'm not a rich man; I've got a large family; let me beg of you + to release me from the contract.” + </p> + <p> + “White, you are a cur. Release you? never!” + </p> + <p> + “Then, sir, I'll go through the court and release myself.” + </p> + <p> + Henry Little was much dejected by this monstrous and unforeseen obstacle + arising at the very threshold of his hopes. He felt so sad, that he + determined to revive himself with a sight of Grace Carden. He pined for + her face and voice. So he went up to Woodbine Villa, though it was not his + day. As he drew near that Paradise, the door opened, and Mr. Frederick + Coventry came out. The two men nearly met at the gate. The rejected lover + came out looking bright and happy, and saw the accepted lover arrive, + looking depressed and careworn; he saw in a moment something was going + wrong, and turned on his heel with a glance of triumph. + </p> + <p> + Henry Little caught that glance, and stood at the gate black with rage. he + stood there about a minute, and then walked slowly home again: he felt he + should quarrel with Grace if he went in, and, by a violent effort of + self-restraint, he retraced his steps; but he went home sick at heart. + </p> + <p> + The mother's eye read his worn face in a moment, and soon she had it all + out of him. It cost her a struggle not to vent her maternal spleen on + Grace; but she knew that would only make her son more unhappy. She advised + him minutely what to say to the young lady about Mr. Coventry: and, as to + the other matters she said, “You have found Mr. Bolt not so bad to beat as + he tells you: for he is beaten, and there's an end of him. Now let ME + try.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, what on earth can you do in a case of this kind?” + </p> + <p> + “Have I ever failed when you have accepted my assistance?” + </p> + <p> + “No: that's true. Well, I shall be glad of your assistance now, heaven + knows; only I can't imagine—” + </p> + <p> + “Never mind: will you take Grace Carden if I throw her into your arms?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, mother, can you ask me?” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Little rang the bell, and ordered a fly. Henry offered to accompany + her. She declined. “Go to bed early,” said she, “and trust to your mother. + We are harder to beat sometimes than a good many Mr. Bolts.” + </p> + <p> + She drove to Dr. Amboyne's house, and sent in her name. She was ushered + into the doctor's study, and found him shivering over an enormous fire. + “Influenza.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh dear,” said she, “I'm afraid you are very ill.” + </p> + <p> + “Never mind that. Sit down. You will not make me any worse, you may be + sure of that.” And he smiled affectionately on her. + </p> + <p> + “But I came to intrude my own troubles on you.” + </p> + <p> + “All the better. That will help me forget mine.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Little seated herself, and, after a slight hesitation, opened her + battery thus:—“Well, my good friend, I am come to ask you a favor. + It is to try and reconcile my brother and me. If any one can do it, you + can.” + </p> + <p> + “Praise the method, not the man. If one could only persuade you to put + yourself in his place, and him to put himself in yours, you would be both + reconciled in five minutes.” + </p> + <p> + “You forget we have been estranged this five-and-twenty years.” + </p> + <p> + “No I don't. The only question is, whether you can and will deviate from + the practice of the world into an obese lunatic's system, both of you.” + </p> + <p> + “Try ME, to begin.” + </p> + <p> + The doctor's eyes sparkled with satisfaction. “Well, then,” said he, + “first you must recollect all the differences you have seen between the + male and female mind, and imagine yourself a man.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, dear! that is so hard. But I have studied Henry. Well, there—I + have unsexed myself—in imagination.” + </p> + <p> + “You are not only a man but a single-minded man, with a high and clear + sense of obligation. You are a trustee, bound by honor to protect the + interests of a certain woman and a certain child. The lady, under + influence, wishes to borrow her son's money, and risk it on rotten + security. You decline, and the lady's husband affronts you. In spite of + that affront, being a high-minded man not to be warped by petty + irritation, you hurry to your lawyers to get two thousand pounds of your + own, for the man who had affronted you.” + </p> + <p> + “Is that so?” said Mrs. Little. “I was not aware of that.” + </p> + <p> + “I have just learned it, accidentally, from the son of the solicitor Raby + went to that fatal night.” + </p> + <p> + A tear stole down Mrs. Little's cheek. + </p> + <p> + “Now, remember, you are not a woman, but a brave, high-minded man. In that + character you pity poor Mr. Little, but you blame him a little because he + fled from trouble, and left his wife and child in it. To you, who are Guy + Raby—mind that, please—it seems egotistical and weak to desert + your wife and child even for the grave.” (The widow buried her face and + wept. Twenty-five years do something to withdraw the veil the heart has + cast over the judgment.) “But, whatever you feel, you utter only regret, + and open your arms to your sister. She writes back in an agony, for which, + being a man, you can not make all the allowance you would if you were a + woman, and denounces you as her husband's murderer, and bids you speak to + her and write to her no more, and with that she goes to the Littles. Can + you blame yourself that, after all this, you wait for her to review your + conduct more soberly, and to invite a reconciliation.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Little gave Dr. Amboyne her hand, “Bitter, but wholesome medicine!” + she murmured, and then was too overcome to speak for a little while. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, my good, wise friend!” said she at last, “thick clouds seem clearing + from my mind; I begin to see I was the one to blame.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes; and if Raby will be as docile as you, and put himself in your place, + he will tell me he was the one to blame. There's no such thing as 'the one + to blame;' there very seldom is. You judged him as if he was a woman, he + judged you as if you were a man. Enter an obese maniac, and applies the + art of arts; the misunderstanding dissolves under it, and you are in each + other's arms. But, stop”—and his countenance fell again a little: “I + am afraid there is a new difficulty. Henry's refusal to take the name of + Raby and be his heir. Raby was bitterly mortified, and I fear he blames me + and my crotchets; for he has never been near me since. To be sure you are + not responsible for Henry's act.” + </p> + <p> + “No, indeed; for, between you and me, it mortified me cruelly. And now + things have taken a turn—in short, what with his love, and his + jealousy, and this hopeless failure to make a fortune by inventing, I feel + I can bring him to his senses. I am not pleased with Grace Carden about + something; but no matter, I shall call on her and show her she must side + with me in earnest. You will let my brother know I was always on his side + in THAT matter, whatever other offense I may have given him years ago.” + </p> + <p> + “And I am on your side, too. Your son has achieved a small independence. + Bayne can carry on the little factory, and Henry can sell or lease his + patents; he can never sink to a mere dependent. There, I throw my + crotchets to the wind, and we will Raby your son, and marry him to Grace + Carden.” + </p> + <p> + “God bless you, my good and true friend! How can I ever thank you?” Her + cheek flushed, and her great maternal eye sparkled, and half the beauty of + her youth came back. Her gratitude gave a turn to the conversation which + she neither expected nor desired. + </p> + <p> + “Mrs. Little,” said Dr. Amboyne, “this is the first time you have entered + my den, and the place seems transformed by your presence. My youth comes + back to me with the feelings I thought time had blunted; but no, I feel + that, when you leave my den again, it will be darker than ever, if you do + not leave me a hope that you will one day enter it for good.” + </p> + <p> + “For shame! At our age!—” said the widow. + </p> + <p> + But she spoilt the remonstrance by blushing like a girl of eighteen. + </p> + <p> + “You are not old in my eyes; and, as for me, let my years plead for me, + since all those years I have lived single for your sake.” + </p> + <p> + This last appeal shook Mrs. Little. She said she could not entertain any + such thoughts whilst her son was unhappy. “But marry him to his Grace, and + then—I don't know what folly I might not be persuaded into.” + </p> + <p> + The doctor was quite content with that. He said he would go to Raby, as + soon as he could make the journey with safety, and her troubles and her + son's should end. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Little drove home, a happy mother. As for the promise she had made + her old friend, it vexed her a little, she was so used to look at him in + another light; but she shrugged her maternal shoulders, as much as to say, + “When once my Henry leaves me—why not?” + </p> + <p> + She knew she must play the politician a little with Henry, so she opened + the battery cautiously. “My dear,” said she, at breakfast, “good news! Dr. + Amboyne undertakes to reconcile us both to your uncle.” + </p> + <p> + “All the better. Mr. Raby is a wrong-headed man, but he is a noble-minded + one, that is certain.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, and I have done him injustice. Dr. Amboyne has shown me that.” + </p> + <p> + She said no more. One step at a time. + </p> + <p> + Henry went up to Woodbine Villa and Grace received him a little coldly. He + asked what was the matter. She said, “They tell me you were at the very + door the other day, and did not come in.” + </p> + <p> + “It is true,” said he. “Another had just come out—Mr. Coventry.” + </p> + <p> + “And you punished ME because that poor man had called on me. Have you not + faith in me? or what is it? I shall be angry one of these days.” + </p> + <p> + “No, you will not, if I can make you understand my feelings. Put yourself + in my place, dearest. Here am I, fighting the good fight for you, against + long odds; and, at last, the brickmakers and bricklayers have beat us. Now + you know that is a bitter cup for me to drink. Well, I come up here for my + one drop of comfort; and out walks my declared rival, looks into my face, + sees my trouble there, and turns off with a glance of insolent triumph.” + (Grace flushed.) “And then consider: I am your choice, yet I am only + allowed to visit you once a week.” + </p> + <p> + “That is papa's doing.” + </p> + <p> + “No matter; so it is. Yet my rival can come when he pleases: and no doubt + he does come every other day.” + </p> + <p> + “You fancy that.” + </p> + <p> + “It is not all fancy; for—by heaven! there he is at the gate. Two + visits to my one; there. Well, all the better, I'll talk to HIM.” + </p> + <p> + He rose from his seat black with wrath. + </p> + <p> + Grace turned pale, and rang the bell in a moment. + </p> + <p> + The servant entered the room, just as Mr. Coventry knocked at the door. + </p> + <p> + “Not at home to anybody,” said she. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Coventry's voice was heard to say incredulously, “Not at home?” Then + he retired slowly, and did not leave the neighborhood. He had called at an + hour when Grace was always at home. + </p> + <p> + Henry sat down, and said, “Thank you, Grace.” But he looked very gloomy + and disturbed. + </p> + <p> + She sat down too, and then they looked at each other. + </p> + <p> + Henry was the first to speak. “We are both pupils of the good doctor. Put + yourself in my place. That man troubles our love, and makes my heavy heart + a sore heart.” + </p> + <p> + The tears were in Grace's eyes. “Dearest,” said she, “I will not put + myself in your place; you would lose by that, for I love you better than + myself. Yes, it is unjust that you should be allowed to visit me but once + a week, and he should visit me when he chooses. I assure you I have + permitted his visits out of pure good-nature; and now I will put an end to + them.” + </p> + <p> + She drew her desk toward her, and wrote to Mr. Coventry. It took her some + little time. She handed Henry the letter to read. He took it in his hand; + but hesitated. He inquired what would be the effect of it? + </p> + <p> + “That he will never visit me again till you and I are married, or engaged, + and that is the same thing. Why don't you read it?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't know: it goes against me, somehow. Seems unmanly. I'll take your + word for it.” + </p> + <p> + This charmed Grace. “Ah,” said she, “I have chosen right.” + </p> + <p> + Then he kissed her hands, and blessed her: and then she told him it was + nothing; he was a goose, and had no idea what she would do for him; “more + than you would do for me, I know,” said she. + </p> + <p> + That he denied, and then she said she might perhaps put him to the proof + some day. + </p> + <p> + They were so happy together, time slipped away unheeded. It was full three + hours before Henry could tear himself away, though he knew he was wanted + at the works; and he went out at the gate, glowing with happiness: and + Coventry, who was ready to drop with the fatigue of walking and watching + just above, saw him come out triumphant. + </p> + <p> + Then it was his turn to feel a deadly qualm. However, he waited a little + longer, and then made his call. + </p> + <p> + “Not at home.” + </p> + <p> + Henry, on his way to the works, looked in on his mother, and told her how + nobly Grace had behaved. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Little was pleased, and it smoothed down her maternal bristles, and + made it much easier for her to carry out her design. For the first time + since Mr. Carden had offended her by his cold-blooded treatment of her + son, she called at Woodbine Villa. + </p> + <p> + Grace was at home to see her, and met her with a blushing timidity, and + piteous, wistful looks, not easy to misunderstand nor to resist. + </p> + <p> + They soon came to an understanding, and Mrs. Little told Grace what Dr. + Amboyne had promised to do, and represented to her how much better it + would be for Henry to fall into his uncle Raby's views, than to engage in + hopeless struggles like that in which Mr. Bolt and he had just been so + signally defeated. “And then, you know, my dear, you could marry next + month—you two; that is to say, if YOU felt disposed: I will answer + for Henry.” + </p> + <p> + Grace's red face and swimming eyes told how this shaft went home. In + short, she made a coy promise that she would co-operate with Mrs. Little + “and,” said she, “how lucky! he has almost promised to grant me the first + favor I ask him. Well, I shall entreat him to be a good nephew, and do + whatever dear Mr. Raby asks him. But of course I shall not say, and then + if you do, you and I”—here the young lady cut her sentence very + short. + </p> + <p> + “Of course not,” said Mrs. Little. “THAT will follow as a matter of + course. Now, my dear, you and I are conspirators—for his good: and + we must write often and let each other know all we do.” + </p> + <p> + With this understanding, and a good many pretty speeches and kisses, they + parted. + </p> + <p> + Dr. Amboyne did not recover so quickly as they could have wished; but they + employed the interval. Feelers were adroitly applied to Henry by both + ladies, and they were pleased to find that he rather admired his + wrong-headed uncle, and had been deeply touched by the old gentleman's + address to his mother's picture. + </p> + <p> + Bolt never came near him, and the grass was beginning to grow on the + condemned bricks. In short, every thing seemed to incline in one + direction. + </p> + <p> + There was, however, something very serious going on out of their sight. + </p> + <p> + “Not at home!” That white lie made Mr. Coventry feel sick at heart. He + went home disconsolate. The same evening he received Miss Carden's letter. + </p> + <p> + The writer treated him like a gentleman, said a few words about her own + peculiar position, and begged him to consider that position, and to be + very generous; to cease his visits entirely for the present, and so give + himself one more title to her esteem, which was all she had to give him. + This was the purport, and the manner was simply perfect, so gentle yet + firm; and then she flattered his amour propre by asking that from his + generosity which she could have taken as a right: she did all she could to + soften the blow. But she failed. The letter was posted too soon after + Henry's visit. Behind the velvet paw that struck him, Coventry saw the + claws of the jealous lover. He boiled with rage and agony, and cursed them + both in his fury. + </p> + <p> + After an hour or two of frenzy, he sat down and wrote back a letter full + of bitter reproaches and sneers. He reflected. He lighted a cigar and + smoked it, biting it almost through, now and then. He burned his letter. + He lay awake all night, raging and reflecting alternately, as passion or + judgment got the upper hand. + </p> + <p> + In the morning he saw clearer. “Don't quarrel with HER. Destroy HIM.” He + saw this as plainly as if it was written. + </p> + <p> + He wrote Grace a few sad lines, to say that of course he submitted to her + will. The letter ended thus: “Since I can do nothing to please you, let me + suffer to please you: even that is something.” + </p> + <p> + (This letter brought the tears to Grace's eyes, and she pitied and + esteemed the writer.) + </p> + <p> + He put on a plain suit, and drove into Hillsborough, burning with wild + ideas of vengeance. He had no idea what he should do; but he was resolved + to do something. He felt capable of assassinating Little with his own + hand. + </p> + <p> + I should be sorry to gain any sympathy for him; but it is only fair the + reader should understand that he felt deeply aggrieved, and that we should + all feel aggrieved under similar circumstances. Priority is a title, all + the world over; and he had been the lady's lover first, had been + encouraged, and supplanted. + </p> + <p> + Longing to wound, but not knowing how to strike, he wandered about the + town, and went into several factories, and talked to some of the men, and + contrived to bring the conversation round to Little, and learn what he was + doing. But he gathered no information of any use to him. Then he went to + Grotait's place, and tried to pump him. That sagacious man thought this + odd, and immediately coupled this with his previous denunciation of + Little, and drew him on. + </p> + <p> + Coventry was too much under the influence of passion to be quite master of + himself that day; and he betrayed to this other Machiavel that he wished + ill to Henry Little. As soon as he had thoroughly ascertained this, + Grotrait turned coolly on him, and said, “I am sorry Mr. Little has got + enemies; for he and his partner talk of building a new factory, and that + will be a good thing for us: take a score of saw-grinders off the box.” + Then Coventry saw he had made a mistake, and left “The Cutlers' Arms” + abruptly. + </p> + <p> + Next day he took a lodging in the town, and went about groping for + information, and hunting for a man whose face he knew, but not his name. + He learned all about Bolt and Little's vain endeavor to build, and went + and saw the place, and the condemned bricks. The sight gratified him. He + visited every saw-grinder's place he could hear of; and, at last, he fell + in with Sam Cole, and recognized him at once. That worthy affected not to + know him, and went on grinding a big saw. Coventry stepped up to him, and + said in his ear, “I want to speak with you. Make an appointment.” + </p> + <p> + Cole looked rather sulky and reluctant at being drawn from his obscurity. + However, he named a low public-house in a back slum, and there these two + met that night, and for greater privacy were soon seated in a place bigger + than a box and smaller than a room with discolored walls, and a rough + wooden table before them splashed with beer. It looked the very den to + hatch villainy in, and drink poison to its success. + </p> + <p> + Coventry, pale and red alternately, as fear and shame predominated, began + to beat about the bush. + </p> + <p> + “You and I have reason to hate the same man. You know who I mean.” + </p> + <p> + “I can guess. Begins with a Hel.” + </p> + <p> + “He has wronged me deeply; and he hurt you.” + </p> + <p> + “That is true, sir. I think he broke my windpipe, for I'm as hoarse as a + raven ever since: and I've got one or two of the shot in my cheek still.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, then, now is your time to be revenged.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I don't know about that. What he done was in self-defense; and if I + play bowls I must look for rubs.” + </p> + <p> + Coventry bit his lip with impatience. After a pause, he said, “What were + you paid for that job?” + </p> + <p> + “Not half enough.” + </p> + <p> + “Twenty pounds?” + </p> + <p> + “Nor nothing like it.” + </p> + <p> + “I'll give you a hundred to do it again, only more effectually.” He turned + very pale when he had made this offer. + </p> + <p> + “Ah,” said Cole, “anybody could tell you was a gentleman.” + </p> + <p> + “You accept my offer, then?” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, I mean it is easy to see you don't know trades. I musn't meddle with + Mr. Little now; he is right with the Trade.” + </p> + <p> + “What, not if I pay you five times as much? say ten times then; two + hundred pounds.” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, we Union chaps are not malefactors. You can't buy us to injure an + unoffending man. We have got our laws, and they are just ones, and, if a + man will break them, after due warning, the order is given to 'do' him, + and the men are named for the job, and get paid a trifle for their risk; + and the risk is not much, the Trade stand by one another too true, and in + so many ways. But if a man is right with the Trade, it is treason to harm + him. No, I mustn't move a finger against Little.” + </p> + <p> + “You have set up a conscience!” said Coventry bitterly. + </p> + <p> + “You dropped yours, and I picked it up,” was the Yorkshireman's ready + reply. He was nettled now. + </p> + <p> + At this moment the door was opened and shut very swiftly, and a whisper + came in through the momentary aperture, “Mind your eye, Sam Cole.” + </p> + <p> + Coventry rushed to the door and looked out; there was nobody to be seen. + </p> + <p> + “You needn't trouble yourself,” said Cole. “You might as well run after + the wind. That was a friendly warning. I know the voice, and Grotait must + be on to us. Now, sir, if you offered me a thousand pounds, I wouldn't + touch a hair of Mr. Little: he is right with the Trade, and we should have + Grotait and all the Trade as bitter as death against us. I'll tell you a + secret, sir, that I've kept from my wife”—(he lowered his voice to a + whisper)—“Grotait could hang me any day he chose. You must chink + your brass in some other ear, as the saying is: only mind, you did me a + good turn once, and I'll do you one now; you have been talking to somebody + else besides me, and blown yourself: so now drop your little game, and let + Little alone, or the Trade will make it their job to LAY YOU.” + </p> + <p> + Coventry's face betrayed so much alarm, that the man added, “And penal + servitude wouldn't suit the likes of you. Keep out of it.” + </p> + <p> + With this rough advice the conference ended, and Mr. Coventry went home + thoroughly shaken in his purpose, and indeed not a little anxious on his + own account. Suppose he had been overheard! his offer to Cole was an + offense within reach of the criminal law. What a mysterious labyrinth was + this Trade confederacy, into which he had put his foot so rashly, and + shown his game, like a novice, to the subtle and crafty Grotait. He now + collected all his powers, not to injure Little, but to slip out of his own + blunder. + </p> + <p> + He seized this opportunity to carry out a coup he had long meditated: he + went round to a dozen timber-merchants, and contracted with them for the + sale of every tree, old or young, on his estate; and, while the trees were + falling like grain, and the agents on both sides measuring the fallen, he + vanished entirely from Hillsborough and Bollinghope. + </p> + <p> + Dr. Amboyne's influenza was obstinate, and it was nearly a fortnight + before he was strong enough to go to Cairnhope; but at last Mrs. Little + received a line from him, to say he was just starting, and would come + straight to her on his return: perhaps she would give him a cup of tea. + </p> + <p> + This letter came very opportunely. Bolt had never shown his face again; + and Henry had given up all hopes of working his patents, and had said more + than once he should have to cross the water and sell them. + </p> + <p> + As for Mrs. Little, she had for some time maintained a politic silence. + But now she prepared for the doctor's visit as follows: “So, then, you + have no more hopes from the invincible Mr. Bolt?” + </p> + <p> + “None whatever. He must have left the town in disgust.” + </p> + <p> + “He is a wise man. I want you to imitate his example. Henry, my dear, what + is the great object of your life at present? Is it not to marry Grace + Carden?” + </p> + <p> + “You know it is.” + </p> + <p> + “Then take her from my hands. Why do you look so astonished? Have you + forgotten my little boast?” Then, in a very different tone, “You will love + your poor mother still, when you are married? You will say, 'I owe her my + wife,' will you not?” + </p> + <p> + Henry was so puzzled he could not reply even to this touching appeal, made + with eyes full of tears at the thought of parting with him. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Little proceeded to explain: “Let me begin at the beginning. Dr. + Amboyne has shown me I was more to blame than your uncle, was. Would you + believe it? although he refused your poor father the trust-money, he went + that moment to get L2000 of his own, and lend it to us. Oh, Henry, when Dr + Amboyne told me that, and opened my eyes, I could have thrown myself at + poor Guy's feet. I have been the most to blame in our unhappy quarrel; and + I have sent Dr. Amboyne to say so. Now, Henry, my brother will forgive me, + the doctor says; and, oh, my heart yearns to be reconciled. You will not + stand in my way, dearest?” + </p> + <p> + “Not likely. Why, I am under obligations to him, for my part.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, but Dr. Amboyne says dear Guy is deeply mortified by your refusal to + be his heir. For my sake, for your own sake, and for Grace Carden's sake; + change your mind now.” + </p> + <p> + “What, go into his house, and wait for dead men's shoes! Find myself some + day wishing in my heart that noble old fellow would die! Such a life turns + a man's stomach even to think of it.” + </p> + <p> + “No, no. Dr. Amboyne says that Mr. Bayne can conduct your business here, + and hand you a little income, without your meddling.” + </p> + <p> + “That is true.” + </p> + <p> + “And, as for your patents, gentlemen can sell them to traders, or lease + them out. My brother would make a settlement on Grace and you—she is + his goddaughter—now that is all Mr. Carden demands. Then you could + marry, and, on your small present income, make a little tour together; and + dispose of your patents in other places.” + </p> + <p> + “I could do great things with them in the United States.” + </p> + <p> + “That is a long way.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, it is only twelve days.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, marry first,” said the politic mother. + </p> + <p> + Henry flushed all over. “Ah!” said he, “you tempt me. Heaven seems to open + its gates as you speak. But you can not be in earnest; he made it an + express condition I should drop my father's name, and take his. Disown my + poor dead father? No, no, no!” + </p> + <p> + Now in reality this condition was wormwood to Mrs. Little; but she knew + that if she let her son see her feeling, all was over. She was all the + mother now, and fighting for her son's happiness: so she sacrificed truth + to love with an effort, but without a scruple. “It is not as if it was a + strange name. Henry, you compel me to say things that tear my heart to + say, but—which has been your best friend, your mother, or your poor + dear father?” + </p> + <p> + Henry was grieved at the question: but he was a man who turned his back on + nothing. “My father loved me,” said he: “I can remember that; but he + deserted me, and you, in trouble; but you—you have been friend, + parent, lover, and guardian angel to me. And, oh, how little I have done + to deserve it all!” + </p> + <p> + “Well, dear, the mother you value so highly, her name was Raby. Yes, love; + and, forgive me, I honor and love my mother's name even more than I do the + name of Little”—(the tears ran out of her eyes at this falsehood)—“pray + take it, to oblige me, and reconcile me to my dear brother, and end our + troubles forever.” Then she wept on his neck, and he cried with her. + </p> + <p> + After a while, he said, “I feel my manhood all melting away together. I am + quite confused. It is hard to give up a noble game. It is hard to refuse + such a mother as you. Don't cry any more, for mercy's sake! I'm like to + choke. Mind, crying is work I'm not used to. What does SHE say? I am + afraid I shall win her, but lose her respect.” + </p> + <p> + “She says she admires your pride; but you have shown enough. If you refuse + any longer, she will begin to fear you don't love her as well as she loves + you.” + </p> + <p> + This master-stroke virtually ended the battle. Henry said nothing, but the + signs of giving way were manifest in him, so manifest that Mrs. Little + became quite impatient for the doctor's arrival to crown all. + </p> + <p> + He drove up to the door at last, and Henry ran out and brought him in. He + looked pale, and sat down exhausted. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Little restrained her impatience, and said, “We are selfish creatures + to send you on our business before you are half well.” + </p> + <p> + “I am well enough in health,” said he, “but I am quite upset.” + </p> + <p> + “What is the matter? Surely you have not failed? Guy does not refuse his + forgiveness?” + </p> + <p> + “No, it is not that. Perhaps, if I had been in time—but the fact is, + Guy Raby has left England.” + </p> + <p> + “What, for good? Impossible!” + </p> + <p> + “Who can tell? All I know is that he has sold his horses, discharged his + servants all but one, and gone abroad without a word. I was the friend of + his youth—his college chum; he must be bitterly wounded to go away + like that, and not even let me know.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Little lifted up her hands. “What have we done? what have we done? + Wounded! no wonder. Oh, my poor, wronged, insulted brother!” + </p> + <p> + She wept bitterly, and took it to heart so, it preyed on her health and + spirits. She was never the same woman from that hour. + </p> + <p> + While her son and her friend were saying all they could to console her, + there appeared at the gate the last man any of them ever expected to see—Mr. + Bolt. + </p> + <p> + Henry saw him first, and said so. + </p> + <p> + “Keep him out,” cried the doctor, directly. “Don't let that bragging fool + in to disturb our sorrow.” He opened the door and told the servant-girl to + say “Not at home.” + </p> + <p> + “Not at home,” said the girl. + </p> + <p> + “That's a lie!” shouted Bolt, and shoved her aside and burst into the + room. “None of your tricks on travelers,” said he, in his obstreperous + way. “I saw your heads through the window. Good news, my boy! I've done + the trick. I wouldn't say a word till it was all settled, for Brag's a + good dog, but Holdfast's a better. I've sold my building-site to some + gents that want to speculate in a church, and I've made five hundred + pounds profit by the sale. I'm always right, soon or late. And I've bought + a factory ready made—the Star Works; bought 'em, sir, with all the + gear and plant, and working hands.” + </p> + <p> + “The Star Works? The largest but one in Hillsborough!” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, lad. Money and pluck together, they'll beat the world. We have got a + noble place, with every convenience. All we have got to do now is to go in + and win.” + </p> + <p> + Young Little's eyes sparkled. “All right,” said he, “I like this way the + best.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Little sighed. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0030" id="link2HCH0030"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXX. + </h2> + <p> + In that part of London called “the City” are shady little streets, that + look like pleasant retreats from the busy, noisy world; yet are + strongholds of business. + </p> + <p> + One of these contained, and perhaps still contains, a public office full + of secrets, some droll, some sad, some terrible. The building had a + narrow, insignificant front, but was of great depth, and its south side + lighted by large bay windows all stone and plate-glass; and these were + open to the sun and air, thanks to a singular neighbor. Here, in the heart + of the City, was wedged a little rustic church, with its church-yard, + whose bright-green grass first startled, then soothed and refreshed the + eye, in that wilderness of stone—an emerald set in granite. The + grass flowed up to the south wall of the “office;” those massive stone + windows hung over the graves; the plumed clerks could not look out of + window and doubt that all men are mortal: and the article the office sold + was immortality. + </p> + <p> + It was the Gosshawk Life Insurance. + </p> + <p> + On a certain afternoon anterior to the Hillsborough scenes last presented, + the plumed clerks were all at the south windows, looking at a funeral in + the little church-yard, and passing some curious remarks; for know that + the deceased was insured in the Gosshawk for nine hundred pounds, and had + paid but one premium. + </p> + <p> + The facts, as far as known, were these. Mr. Richard Martin, a Londoner by + birth, but residing in Wales, went up to London to visit his brother. + Toward the end of the visit the two Martins went up the river in a boat, + with three more friends, and dined at Richmond. They rowed back in the + cool of the evening. At starting they were merely jovial; but they stopped + at nearly all the public-houses by the water-side, and, by visible + gradations, became jolly—uproarious—sang songs—caught + crabs. At Vauxhall they got a friendly warning, and laughed at it: under + Southwark bridge they ran against an abutment, and were upset in a moment: + it was now dusk, and, according to their own account, they all lost sight + of each other in the water. One swam ashore in Middlesex, another in + Surrey, a third got to the chains of a barge, and was taken up much + exhausted, and Robert Martin laid hold of the buttress itself, and cried + loudly for assistance. They asked anxiously after each other, but their + anxiety appeared to subside in an hour or two, when they found there was + nobody missing but Richard Martin. Robert told the police it was all + right, Dick could swim like a cork. However, next morning he came with a + sorrowful face to say his brother had not reappeared, and begged them to + drag the river. This was done, and a body found, which the survivors and + Mrs. Richard Martin disowned. + </p> + <p> + The insurance office was informed, and looked into the matter; and Mrs. + Martin told their agent, with a flood of tears, she believed her husband + had taken that opportunity to desert her, and was not drowned at all. Of + course this went to the office directly. + </p> + <p> + But a fortnight afterward a body was found in the water down at Woolwich, + entangled in some rushes by the water-side. + </p> + <p> + Notice was given to all the survivors. + </p> + <p> + The friends of Robert Martin came, and said the clothes resembled those + worn by Richard Martin; but beyond that they could not be positive. + </p> + <p> + But, when the wife came, she recognized the body at once. + </p> + <p> + The brother agreed with her, but, on account of the bloated and discolored + condition of the face, asked to have the teeth examined: his poor brother, + he said, had a front tooth broken short in two. This broken tooth was soon + found; also a pencil-case, and a key, in the pocket of the deceased. These + completed the identification. + </p> + <p> + Up to this moment the conduct of Richard Martin's relatives and friends + had been singularly apathetic; but now all was changed; they broke into + loud lamentations, and he became the best of husbands, best of men: his + lightest words were sacred. Robert Martin now remembered that “poor Dick” + had stood and looked into that little church-yard and said, “If you + outlive me, Bob, bury me in this spot; father lies here.” So Robert Martin + went to the church-warden, for leave to do this last sad office. The + church-warden refused, very properly, but the brother's entreaties, the + widow's tears, the tragedy itself, and other influences, extorted at last + a reluctant consent, coupled with certain sanatory conditions. + </p> + <p> + The funeral was conducted unobtrusively, and the grave dug out of sight of + Gosshawk. But of course it could not long escape observation; that is to + say, it was seen by the clerks; but the directors and manager were all + seated round a great table upstairs absorbed in a vital question, viz., + whether or not the Gosshawk should imitate some other companies, and + insure against fire as well as death. It was the third and last + discussion; the minority against this new operation was small, but + obstinate and warm, and the majority so absorbed in bringing them to + reason, that nobody went to the window until the vote had passed, and the + Gosshawk was a Life and Fire Insurance. Then some of the gentlemen rose + and stretched their legs, and detected the lugubrious enormity. “Hallo!” + cried Mr. Carden, and rang a bell. Edwards, an old clerk, appeared, and, + in reply to Mr. Carden, told him it was one of their losses being buried—Richard + Martin. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Carden said this was an insult to the office, and sent Edwards out to + remonstrate. + </p> + <p> + Edwards soon reappeared with Robert Martin, who represented, with the + utmost humility, that it was the wish of the deceased, and they had buried + him, as ordered, in three feet of charcoal. + </p> + <p> + “What, is the ceremony performed?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, sir, all but filling in the grave. Come and see the charcoal.” + </p> + <p> + “Hang the charcoal!” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said the humane but somewhat pompous director, “if the ceremony + has gone so far—but, Mr. Martin, this must never recur, charcoal or + no charcoal.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Martin promised it never should: and was soon after observed in the + church-yard urging expedition. + </p> + <p> + The sad company speedily dispersed, and left nothing to offend nor disgust + the Life and Fire Insurance, except a new grave, and a debt of nine + hundred pounds to the heirs or assigns of Richard Martin. + </p> + <p> + Not very far from this church-yard was a public-house; and in that + public-house a small parlor upstairs, and in that parlor a man, who + watched the funeral rites with great interest; but not in a becoming + spirit; for his eyes twinkled with the intensest merriment all the time, + and at each fresh stage of the mournful business he burst into peals of + laughter. Never was any man so thoroughly amused in the City before, at + all events in business hours. + </p> + <p> + Richard Martin's executor waited a decent time, and then presented his + claim to the Gosshawk. His brother proved a lien on it for L300 and the + rest went by will to his wife. The Gosshawk paid the money after the delay + accorded by law. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0031" id="link2HCH0031"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXI. + </h2> + <p> + Messrs. Bolt and Little put their heads together, and played a prudent + game. They kept the works going for a month, without doing anything novel, + except what tended to the health and comfort of their workmen. + </p> + <p> + But, meantime, they cleared out two adjacent rooms: one was called the + studio, the other the experiment-room. + </p> + <p> + In due course they hired a couple of single men from Birmingham to work + the machine under lock and key. + </p> + <p> + Little with his own hands, affected an aperture in the party-wall, and + thus conveyed long saws from his studio to the machine, and received them + back ground. + </p> + <p> + Then men were lodged three miles off, were always kept at work half an + hour later than the others, and received six pounds per week apiece, on + pain of instant dismissal should they breathe a syllable. They did the + work of twenty-four men; so even at that high rate of wages, the profit + was surprising. It actually went beyond the inventor's calculation, and he + saw himself at last on the road to rapid fortune, and, above all, to Grace + Carden. + </p> + <p> + This success excited Bolt's cupidity, and he refused to contract the + operation any longer. + </p> + <p> + Then the partners had a quarrel, and nearly dissolved. However, it ended + in Little dismissing his Birmingham hands and locking up his + “experiment-room,” and in Bolt openly devoting another room to the + machines: two long, two circular. + </p> + <p> + These machines coined money, and Bolt chuckled and laughed at his + partner's apprehensions for the space of twenty-one days. + </p> + <p> + On the twenty-second day, the Saw-grinders' Union, which had been + stupefied at first, but had now realized the situation, sent Messrs. Bolt + and Little a letter, civil and even humble; it spoke of the new invention + as one that, if adopted, would destroy their handicraft, and starve the + craftsmen and their families, and expressed an earnest hope that a firm + which had shown so much regard for the health and comfort of the workmen + would not persist in a fatal course, on which they had entered innocently + and for want of practical advice. + </p> + <p> + The partners read this note differently. Bolt saw timidity in it. Little + saw a conviction, and a quiet resolution, that foreboded a stern contest. + </p> + <p> + No reply was sent, and the machines went on coining. + </p> + <p> + Then came a warning to Little, not violent, but short, and rather grim. + Little took it to Bolt, and he treated it with contempt. + </p> + <p> + Two days afterward the wheel-bands vanished, and the obnoxious machines + stood still. + </p> + <p> + Little was for going to Grotait, to try and come to terms. Bolt declined. + He bought new bands, and next day the machines went on again. + </p> + <p> + This pertinacity soon elicited a curious epistle: + </p> + <p> + “MESSRS. BOLT AND LITTLE,—When the blood is in an impure state, + brimstone and treacle is applied as a mild purgative; our taking the bands + was the mild remedy; but, should the seat of disease not be reached, we + shall take away the treacle, and add to the brimstone a necessary quantity + of saltpetre and charcoal. + </p> + <p> + “TANTIA TOPEE.” + </p> + <p> + On receipt of this, Little, who had tasted the last-mentioned drugs, + showed such undisguised anxiety that Bolt sent for Ransome. He came + directly, and was closeted with the firm. Bolt handed him the letters, + told him the case, and begged leave to put him a question. “Is the police + worth any thing, or nothing, in this here town?” + </p> + <p> + “It is worth something, I hope, gentlemen.” + </p> + <p> + “How much, I wonder? Of all the bands that have been stolen, and all the + people that have been blown up, and scorched and vitrioled, and shot at, + and shot, by Union men, did ever you and your bobbies nail a single + malefactor?” + </p> + <p> + Now Mr. Ransome was a very tall man, with a handsome, dignified head, a + long black beard, and pleasant, dignified manners. When short, round, + vulgar Mr. Bolt addressed him thus, it really was like a terrier snapping + at a Newfoundland dog. Little felt ashamed, and said Mr. Ransome had been + only a few months in office in the place. “Thank you, Mr. Little,” said + the chief constable. “Mr Bolt, I'll ask you a favor. Meet me at a certain + place this evening, and let me reply to your question then and there.” + </p> + <p> + This singular proposal excited some curiosity, and the partners accepted + the rendezvous. Ransome came to the minute, and took the partners into the + most squalid part of this foul city. At the corner of a narrow street he + stepped and gave a low whistle. A policeman in plain clothes came to him + directly. + </p> + <p> + “They are both in the 'Spotted Dog,' sir, with half a dozen more.” + </p> + <p> + “Follow me, and guard the door. Will you come, too, gentlemen?” + </p> + <p> + The “Spotted Dog” was a low public, with one large room and a sanded + floor. Mr. Ransome walked in and left the door open, so that his three + companions heard and saw all that passed. + </p> + <p> + “Holland and Cheetham, you are wanted.” + </p> + <p> + “What for?” + </p> + <p> + “Wilde's affair. He has come to himself, and given us your names.” + </p> + <p> + On this the two men started up and were making for the door. Ransome + whipped before it. “That won't do.” + </p> + <p> + Then there was a loud clatter of rising feet, oaths, threats, and even a + knife or two drawn; and, in the midst of it all, the ominous click of a + pistol, and then dead silence; for it was Ransome who had produced that + weapon. “Come, no nonsense,” said he. “Door's guarded, street's guarded, + and I'm not to be trifled with.” + </p> + <p> + He then handed his pistol to the officer outside with an order, and, + stepping back suddenly, collared Messrs. Holland and Cheetham with one + movement, and, with a powerful rush, carried them out of the house in his + clutches. Meantime the policeman had whistled, there was a conflux of + bobbies, and the culprits were handcuffed and marched off to the Town + Hall. + </p> + <p> + “Five years' penal servitude for that little lot,” said Ransome. + </p> + <p> + “And now, Mr. Bolt, I have answered your question to the best of my + ability.” + </p> + <p> + “You have answered it like a man. Will you do as much for us?” + </p> + <p> + “I'll do my best. Let me examine the place now that none of them are + about.” + </p> + <p> + Bolt and Ransome went together, but Little went home: he had an anxiety + even more pressing, his mother's declining health. She had taken to pining + and fretting ever since Dr. Amboyne brought the bad news from Cairnhope; + and now, instead of soothing and consoling her son, she needed those kind + offices from him; and, I am happy to say, she received them. He never + spent an evening away from her. Unfortunately he did not succeed in + keeping up her spirits, and the sight of her lowered his own. + </p> + <p> + At this period Grace Carden was unmixed comfort to him; she encouraged him + to encroach a little, and visit her twice a week instead of once, and she + coaxed him to confide all his troubles to her. He did so; he concealed + from his mother that he was at war with the trade again, but he told Grace + everything, and her tender sympathy was the balm of his life. She used to + put on cheerfulness for his sake, even when she felt it least. + </p> + <p> + One day, however, he found her less bright than usual, and she showed him + an advertisement—Bollinghope house and park for sale; and she was + not old enough nor wise enough to disguise from him that this pained her. + Some expressions of regret and pity fell from her; that annoyed Henry, and + he said, “What is that to us?” + </p> + <p> + “Nothing to you: but I feel I am the cause. I have not used him well, + that's certain.” + </p> + <p> + Henry said, rather cavalierly, that Mr. Coventry was probably selling his + house for money, not for love, and (getting angry) that he hoped never to + hear the man's name mentioned again. + </p> + <p> + Grace Carden was a little mortified by his tone, but she governed herself + and said sadly, “My idea of love was to be able to tell you every thought + of my heart, even where my conscience reproaches me a little. But if you + prefer to exclude one topic—and have no fear that it may lead to the + exclusion of others—” + </p> + <p> + They were on the borders of a tiff; but Henry recovered himself and said + firmly, “I hope we shall not have a thought unshared one day; but, just + for the present, it will be kinder to spare me that one topic.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well, dearest,” said Grace. “And, if it had not been for the + advertisement—” she said no more, and the thing passed like a dark + cloud between the lovers. + </p> + <p> + Bollinghope house and park were actually sold that very week; they were + purchased, at more than their value, by a wealthy manufacturer: and the + proceeds of this sale and the timber cleared off all Coventry's mortgages, + and left him with a few hundred pounds in cash, and an estate which had + not a tree on it, but also had not a debt upon it. + </p> + <p> + Of course he forfeited, by this stroke, his position as a country + gentleman; but that he did not care about, since it was all done with one + view, to live comfortably in Paris far from the intolerable sight of his + rival's happiness with the lady he loved. + </p> + <p> + He bought in at the sale a few heirlooms and articles of furniture—who + does not cling, at the last moment, to something of this kind?—and + rented a couple of unfurnished rooms in Hillsborough to keep them in. He + fixed the day of his departure, arranged his goods, and packed his + clothes. Then he got a letter of credit on Paris, and went about the town + buying numerous articles of cutlery. + </p> + <p> + But this last simple act led to strange consequences. He was seen and + followed; and in the dead of the evening, as he was cording with his own + hands a box containing a few valuables, a heavy step mounted the stair, + and there was a rude knock at the door. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Coventry felt rather uncomfortable, but he said, “Come in.” + </p> + <p> + The door was opened, and there stood Sam Cole. + </p> + <p> + Coventry received him ill. He looked up from his packing and said, “What + on earth do you want, sir?” + </p> + <p> + But it was not Cole's business to be offended. “Well, sir,” said he, “I've + been looking out for you some time, and I saw you at our place; so I + thought I'd come and tell you a bit o' news.” + </p> + <p> + “What is that?” + </p> + <p> + “It is about him you know of; begins with a hel.” + </p> + <p> + “Curse him! I don't want to hear about him. I'm leaving the country. Well, + what is it?” + </p> + <p> + “He is wrong with the trade again.” + </p> + <p> + “What is that to me?—Ah! sit down, Cole, and tell me.” + </p> + <p> + Cole let him know the case, and assured him that, sooner or later, if + threats did not prevail, the Union would go any length. + </p> + <p> + “Should you be employed?” + </p> + <p> + “If it was a dangerous job, they'd prefer me.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Coventry looked at his trunks, and then at Sam Cole. A small voice + whispered “Fly.” He stifled that warning voice, and told Cole he would + stay and watch this affair, and Cole was to report to him whenever any + thing fresh occurred. From that hour this gentleman led the life of a + malefactor, dressed like a workman, and never went out except at night. + </p> + <p> + Messrs. Bolt and Little were rattened again, and never knew it till + morning. This time it was not the bands, but certain axle-nuts and screws + that vanished. The obnoxious machines came to a standstill, and Bolt fumed + and cursed. However, at ten o'clock, he and the foreman were invited to + the Town hall, and there they found the missing gear, and the culprit, one + of the very workmen employed at high wages on the obnoxious machines. + </p> + <p> + Ransome had bored a small hole in the ceiling, by means of which this room + was watched from above; the man was observed, followed, and nabbed. The + property found on him was identified and the magistrate offered the + prisoner a jury, which he declined; then the magistrate dealt with the + case summarily, refused to recognize rattening, called the offense “petty + larceny,” and gave the man six months' prison. + </p> + <p> + Now as Ransome, for obvious reasons, concealed the means by which this man + had been detected, a conviction so mysterious shook that sense of security + which ratteners had enjoyed for many years, and the trades began to find + that craft had entered the lists with craft. + </p> + <p> + Unfortunately, those who directed the Saw-grinders' Union thought the + existence of the trade at stake, and this minor defeat merely exasperated + them. + </p> + <p> + Little received a letter telling him he was acting worse than Brinsley, + who had been shot in the Briggate; and asking him, as a practical man, + which he thought was likely to die first, he or the Union? “You won't let + us live; why should we let you?” + </p> + <p> + Bolt was threatened in similar style, but he merely handed the missives to + Ransome; he never flinched. + </p> + <p> + Not so Little. He got nervous; and, in a weak moment, let his mother worm + out of him that he was at war with the trades again. + </p> + <p> + This added anxiety to her grief, and she became worse every day. + </p> + <p> + Then Dr. Amboyne interfered, and, after a certain degree of fencing—which + seems inseparable from the practice of medicine—told Henry plainly + he feared the very worst if this went on; Mrs. Little was on the brink of + jaundice. By his advice Henry took her to Aberystwith in Wales, and, when + he had settled her there, went back to his troubles. + </p> + <p> + To those was now added a desolate home; gone was the noble face, the + maternal eye, the soothing voice, the unfathomable love. He never knew all + her value till now. + </p> + <p> + One night, as he sat by himself sad and disconsolate, his servant came to + tell him there was a young woman inquiring for Mrs. Little. Henry went out + to her, and it was Jael Dence. He invited her in, and told her what had + happened. Jael saw his distress, and gave him her womanly sympathy. “And I + came to tell her my own trouble,” said she; “fie on me!” + </p> + <p> + “Then tell it me, Jael. There, take off your shawl and sit down. They + shall make you a cup of tea.” + </p> + <p> + Jael complied, with a slight blush; but as to her trouble, she said it was + not worth speaking of in that house. + </p> + <p> + Henry insisted, however, and she said, “Mine all comes of my sister + marrying that Phil Davis. To tell you the truth, I went to church with a + heavy heart on account of their both beginning with a D—Dence and + Davis; for 'tis an old saying— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “'If you change the name, and not the letter, + You change for the worse, and not for the better.' +</pre> + <p> + “Well, sir, it all went wrong somehow. Parson, he was South country; and + when his time came to kiss the bride, he stood and looked ever so + helpless, and I had to tell him he must kiss her; and even then he stared + foolish-like a bit before he kissed her, and the poor lass's face getting + up and the tear in her eye at being slighted. And that put Patty out for + one thing: and then she wouldn't give away the ribbon to the fastest + runner—the lads run a hundred yards to the bride, for ribbon and + kiss, you know;—wasn't the ribbon she grudged, poor wench; but the + fastest runner in Cairnhope town is that Will Gibbon, a nasty, ugly, + slobbering chap, that was always after her, and Philip jealous of him; so + she did for the best, and Will Gibbon safe to win it. But the village lads + they didn't see the reason, and took it all to themselves. Was she better + than their granddam? and were they worse than their grandsires? They ran + on before, and fired the anvil when she passed: just fancy! an affront + close to her own door: and, sir, she walked in a doors crying. There was a + wedding for you! George the blacksmith was that hurt at their making free + with his smithy to affront her, he lifted his arm for the first time, and + pretty near killed a couple of them, poor thoughtless bodies. Well, sir, + Phil Davis always took a drop, you know, and, instead of mending, he got + worse; they live with father, and of course he has only to go to the + barrel; old-fashioned farmers like us don't think to spy on the ale. He + was so often in liquor, I checked him; but Patty indulged him in every + thing. By-and-by my lord gets ever so civil to me; 'What next?' said I to + myself. One fine evening we are set upstairs at our tea; in he comes + drunk, and says many things we had to look at one another and excuse. + Presently he tells us all that he has made a mistake; he has wedded Patty, + and I'm the one he likes the best. But I thought the fool was in jest; but + Patty she gave a cry as if a knife had gone through her heart. Then my + blood got up in a moment. 'That's an affront to all three,' said I: 'and + take your answer, ye drunken sow,' said I. I took him by the scruff of the + neck and just turned him out of the room and sent him to the bottom of the + stairs headforemost. Then Patty she quarreled with me, and father he sided + with her. And so I gave them my blessing, and told them to send for me in + trouble; and I left the house I was born in. It all comes of her changing + her name, and not her letter.” Here a few tears interrupted further + comment. + </p> + <p> + Henry consoled her, and asked her what she was going to do. + </p> + <p> + She said she did not know; but she had a good bit of money put by, and was + not afraid of work, and, in truth, she had come there to ask Mrs. Little's + advice, “poor lady. Now don't you mind me, Mr. Henry, your trouble is a + deal worse than mine.” + </p> + <p> + “Jael,” said he, “you must come here and keep my house till my poor mother + is better.” + </p> + <p> + Jael colored and said, “Nay, that will not do. But if you could find me + something to do in your great factory—and I hear you have enemies + there; you might as well have a friend right in the middle of them. Eh, + but I'd keep my eyes and ears open for you.” + </p> + <p> + Henry appreciated this proposal, and said there were plenty of things she + could do; she could hone, she could pack, she could superintend, and keep + the girls from gabbling; “That,” said he, “is the real thing that keeps + them behind the men at work.” + </p> + <p> + So Jael Dence lodged with a female cousin in Hillsborough, and filled a + position of trust in the factory of Bolt and Little: she packed, and + superintended, and the foreman paid her thirty shillings a week. The first + time this was tendered her she said severely, “Is this right, young man?” + meaning, “Is it not too much?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, you will be raised if you stay with us three months.” + </p> + <p> + “Raised?” said the virtuous rustic! Then, looking loftily round on the + other women, “What ever do these factory folk find to grumble at?” + </p> + <p> + Henry told Grace all about this, and she said, rather eagerly, “Ah, I am + glad of that. You'll have a good watch-dog.” + </p> + <p> + It was a shrewd speech. The young woman soon found out that Little was + really in danger, and she was all eyes and ears, and no tongue. + </p> + <p> + Yet neither her watchfulness, nor Ransome's, prevailed entirely against + the deviltries of the offended Union. Machinery was always breaking down + by pure accident; so everybody swore, and nobody believed: the water was + all let out of the boiler, and the boiler burst. Bands were no longer + taken but they were cut. And, in short, the works seemed to be under a + curse. + </p> + <p> + And, lest the true origin of all these mishaps should be doubted, each + annoyance was followed by an anonymous letter. These were generally sent + to Little. A single sentence will indicate the general tone of each. + </p> + <p> + 1. “All these are but friendly warnings, to save your life if possible.” + </p> + <p> + 2. “I never give in. I fight to death, and with more craft and duplicity + than Bolt and Ransome. They will never save you from me, if you persist. + Ask others whether I ever failed to keep my word.” + </p> + <p> + 3. “If I but move my finger, you are sent into eternity.” + </p> + <p> + Henry Little's nerve began to give way more and more. + </p> + <p> + Meantime Cole met Mr. Coventry, and told him what was going on beneath the + surface: at the same time he expressed his surprise at the extraordinary + forbearance shown by the Union. “Grotait is turning soft, I think. He will + not give the word to burn Sebastopol.” + </p> + <p> + “Then do it without him.” + </p> + <p> + Cole shook his head, and said he daren't. But, after some reflection, he + said there was a mate of his who was not so dependent on Grotait: he might + be tempted perhaps to do something on his own hook, Little being wrong + with the trade, and threatened. “How much would you stand?” + </p> + <p> + “How far would your friend go?” + </p> + <p> + “I'll ask him.” + </p> + <p> + Next day Cole walked coolly into the factory at dinner-time and had a + conversation with Hill, one of the workmen, who he knew was acting for the + Union, and a traitor in his employers' camp. He made Hill a proposal. Hill + said it was a very serious thing; he would think of it, and meet him at a + certain safe place and tell him. + </p> + <p> + Cole strolled out of the works, but not unobserved. Jael Dence had made it + her business to know every man in the factory by sight, and observing, + from a window, a stranger in conversation with Hill, she came down and met + Cole at the gate. She started at sight of him: he did not exactly + recognize her; but, seeing danger in her eye, took to his heels, and ran + for it like a deer: but Jael called to some of the men to follow him, but + nobody moved. They guessed it was a Union matter. Jael ran to Little, and + told him that villain, who had escaped from Raby Hall, had been in the + works colloguing with one of the men. + </p> + <p> + Ransome was sent for, and Cole described to him. + </p> + <p> + As for Hill, Jael watched him like a cat from that hour, since a man is + known by his friends. She went so far as to follow him home every evening. + </p> + <p> + Cole got fifty pounds out of Coventry for Hill, and promised him twenty. + For this sum Hill agreed to do Little. But he demanded some time to become + proficient in the weapon he meant to use. + </p> + <p> + During the interval events were not idle. A policeman saw a cutter and a + disguised gentleman talking together, and told Ransome. He set spies to + discover, if possible, what that might mean. + </p> + <p> + One day the obnoxious machines were stopped by an ACCIDENT to the + machinery, and Little told Jael this, and said, “Have you a mind to earn + five pound a week?” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, if I could do it honestly?” + </p> + <p> + “Let us see the arm that flung Phil Davis down-stairs.” + </p> + <p> + Jael colored a little, but bared her left arm at command. + </p> + <p> + “Good heavens!” cried Little. “What a limb! Why mine is a shrimp compared + with it.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, mine has the bulk, but yours the pith.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, come; if your left arm did that, what must your right be?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh,” said Jael, “you men do every thing with your right hand; but we + lasses know no odds. My left is as strong as my right, and both at your + service.” + </p> + <p> + “Then come along with me.” + </p> + <p> + He took her into the “Experiment Room,” explained the machine to her, gave + her a lesson or two; and so simple was the business that she soon mastered + her part of it; and Little with his coat off, and Jael, with her noble + arms bare, ground long saws together secretly; and Little, with Bolt's + consent, charged the firm by the gross. He received twenty-four pounds per + week, out of which he paid Jael six, in spite of her “How can a lass's + work be worth all that?” and similar remonstrances. + </p> + <p> + Being now once more a workman, and working with this loyal lass so many + hours a day, his spirits rose a little, and his nerves began to recover + their tone. + </p> + <p> + But meantime Hill was maturing his dark design. + </p> + <p> + In going home, Little passed through one place he never much liked, it was + a longish close, with two sharp rectangular turns. + </p> + <p> + Since he was threatened by the trade, he never entered this close without + looking behind him. He did not much fear an attack in front, being always + armed with pistols now. + </p> + <p> + On a certain night he came to this place as usual, went as far as the + first turn, then looked sharply round to see if he was followed; but there + was nobody behind except a woman, who was just entering the court. So he + went on. + </p> + <p> + But a little way down this close was a small public-house, and the + passage-door was ajar, and a man watching. No sooner was Little out of + sight than he emerged, and followed him swiftly on tiptoe. + </p> + <p> + The man had in his hand a weapon that none but a Hillsborough cutler would + have thought of; yet, as usual, it was very fit for the purpose, being + noiseless and dangerous, though old-fashioned. It was a long strong bow, + all made of yew-tree. The man fitted an arrow to this, and running lightly + to the first turn, obtained a full view of Little's retiring figure, not + fifteen yards distant. + </p> + <p> + So well was the place chosen, that he had only to discharge his weapon and + then run back. His victim could never see him. + </p> + <p> + He took a deliberate aim at Little's back, drew the arrow to the head, and + was about to loose it, when a woman's arm was flung round his neck. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0032" id="link2HCH0032"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXII. + </h2> + <p> + Coventry and Cole met that night near a little church. + </p> + <p> + Hill was to join them, and tell them the result. + </p> + <p> + Now, as it happens, Little went home rather late that night; so these + confederates waited, alternately hoping and fearing, a considerable time. + </p> + <p> + Presently, something mysterious occurred that gave them a chill. An arrow + descended, as if from the clouds, and stuck quivering on a grave not ten + yards from them. The black and white feathers shone clear in the + moonlight. + </p> + <p> + To Coventry it seemed as if Heaven was retaliating on him. + </p> + <p> + The more prosaic but quick-witted cutler, after the first stupefaction, + suspected it was the very arrow destined for Little, and said so. + </p> + <p> + “And Heaven flings it back to us,” said Coventry, and trembled in every + limb. + </p> + <p> + “Heaven has naught to do in it. The fool has got drunk, and shot it in the + air. Anyway, it mustn't stick there to tell tales.” + </p> + <p> + Cole vaulted over the church-yard wall, drew it out of the grave, and told + Coventry to hide it. + </p> + <p> + “Go you home,” said he. “I'll find out what this means.” + </p> + <p> + Hill's unexpected assailant dragged him back so suddenly and violently + that the arrow went up at an angle of forty-five, and, as the man loosed + the string to defend himself, flew up into the sky, and came down full a + hundred yards from the place. + </p> + <p> + Hill twisted violently round and, dropping the bow, struck the woman in + the face with his fist; he had not room to use all his force; yet the blow + covered her face with blood. She cried out, but gripped him so tight by + both shoulders that he could not strike again but he kicked her savagely. + She screamed, but slipped her arms down and got him tight round the waist. + Then he was done for; with one mighty whirl she tore him off his feet in a + moment, then dashed herself and him under her to the ground with such + ponderous violence that his head rang loud on the pavement and he was + stunned for a few seconds. Ere he quite recovered she had him turned on + his face, and her weighty knee grinding down his shoulders, while her + nimble hands whipped off her kerchief and tied his hands behind him in a + twinkling. + </p> + <p> + So quickly was it all done, that by the time Little heard the scrimmage, + ascertained it was behind him, and came back to see, she was seated on her + prisoner, trembling and crying after her athletic feat, and very little + fit to cope with the man if he had not been tied. + </p> + <p> + Little took her by the hands. “Oh, my poor Jael! What is the matter? Has + the blackguard been insulting you?” And, not waiting for an answer, gave + him a kick that made him howl again. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, kill him, the villain! he wanted to murder you. Oh, oh, oh!” + </p> + <p> + She could say no more, but became hysterical. + </p> + <p> + Henry supported her tenderly, and wiped the blood from her face; and as + several people came up, and a policeman, he gave the man in charge, on + Jael's authority, and he was conveyed to the station accordingly, he and + his bow. + </p> + <p> + They took Jael Dence to a chemist's shop, and gave her cold water and + salts: the first thing she did, when she was quite herself, was to seize + Henry Little's hand and kiss it with such a look of joy as brought tears + into his eyes. + </p> + <p> + Then she told her story, and was taken in a cab to the police-office, and + repeated her story there. + </p> + <p> + Then Henry took her to Woodbine Villa, and Grace Carden turned very pale + at Henry's danger, though passed: she wept over Jael, and kissed her; and + nobody could make enough of her. + </p> + <p> + Grace Carden looked wistfully at Henry and said, “Oh that I had a strong + arm to defend you!” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Miss Grace,” said Jael, “don't you envy me. Go away with him from + this wicked, murdering place. That will be a deal better than any thing I + can do for him.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, would to Heaven I could this minute!” said Grace, clinging tenderly + to his shoulder. She insisted on going home with him and sharing his peril + for once. + </p> + <p> + Hill was locked up for the night. + </p> + <p> + In the morning a paper was slipped into his hand. “Say there was no + arrow.” + </p> + <p> + He took this hint, and said that he was innocent as a babe of any harm. He + had got a bow to repair for a friend, and he went home twanging it, was + attacked by a woman, and, in his confusion, struck her once, but did not + repeat the blow. + </p> + <p> + Per contra, Jael Dence distinctly swore there was an arrow, with two white + feathers and one black one, and that the prisoner was shooting at Mr. + Little. She also swore that she had seen him colloguing with another man, + who had been concerned in a former attempt on Mr. Little, and captured, + but had escaped from Raby Hall. + </p> + <p> + On this the magistrate declined to discharge the prisoner; but, as no + arrow could be found at present, admitted him to bail, two securities + fifty pounds each, which was an indirect way of imprisoning him until the + Assizes. + </p> + <p> + This attempt, though unsuccessful in one way, was very effective in + another. It shook Henry Little terribly; and the effect was enhanced by an + anonymous letter he received, reminding him there were plenty of noiseless + weapons. Brinsley had been shot twice, and no sound heard. “When your time + comes, you'll never know what hurt you.” The sense of a noiseless assassin + eternally dogging him preyed on Little's mind and spirits, and at last + this life on the brink of the grave became so intolerable that he resolved + to leave Hillsborough, but not alone. + </p> + <p> + He called on Grace Carden, pale and agitated. + </p> + <p> + “Grace,” said he, “do you really love me?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Henry! Do I love you?” + </p> + <p> + “Then save me from this horrible existence. Oh, my love, if you knew what + it is to have been a brave man, and to find your courage all oozing away + under freezing threats, that you know, by experience, will be followed by + some dark, subtle, bloody deed or other. There, they have brought me down + to this, that I never go ten steps without looking behind me, and, when I + go round a corner, I turn short and run back, and wait at the corner to + see if an assassin is following me. I tremble at the wind. I start at my + own shadow.” + </p> + <p> + Grace threw her arms round his neck, and stopped him with tears and + kisses. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, bless you, my love!” he cried, and kissed her fondly. “You pity me—you + will save me from this miserable, degrading life?” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, that I will, if I can, my own.” + </p> + <p> + “You can.” + </p> + <p> + “Then tell me how.” + </p> + <p> + “Be my wife—let us go to the United States together. Dearest, my + patents are a great success. We are making our fortune, though we risk our + lives. In America I could sell these inventions for a large sum, or work + them myself at an enormous profit. Be my wife, and let us fly this hellish + place together.” + </p> + <p> + “And so I would in a moment; but” (with a deep sigh) “papa would never + consent to that.” + </p> + <p> + “Dispense with his consent.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Henry; and marry under my father's curse!” + </p> + <p> + “He could not curse you, if he love you half as well as I do; and if he + does not, why sacrifice me, and perhaps my life, to him?” + </p> + <p> + “Henry, for pity's sake, think of some other way. Why this violent haste + to get rich? Have a little patience. Mr. Raby will not always be abroad. + Oh, pray give up Mr. Bolt, and go quietly on at peace with these dreadful + Trades. You know I'll wait all my life for you. I will implore papa to let + you visit me oftener. I will do all a faithful, loving girl can do to + comfort you.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay,” said Henry, bitterly, “you will do anything but the one thing I + ask.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, anything but defy my father. He is father and mother both to me. How + unfortunate we both are! If you knew what it costs me to deny you + anything, if you knew how I long to follow you round the world—” + </p> + <p> + She choked with emotion, and seemed on the point of yielding, after all. + </p> + <p> + But he said, bitterly, “You long to follow me round the world, and you + won't go a twelve-days' voyage with me to save my life. Ah, it is always + so. You don't love me as poor Jael Dence loves me. She saved my life + without my asking her; but you won't do it when I implore you.” + </p> + <p> + “Henry, my own darling, if any woman on earth loves you better than I do, + for God's sake marry her, and let me die to prove I loved you a little.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well,” said he, grinding his teeth. “Next week I leave this place + with a wife. I give you the first offer, because I love you. I shall give + Jael the second, because she loves me.” + </p> + <p> + So then he flung out of the room, and left Grace Carden half fainting on + the sofa, and drowned in tears. + </p> + <p> + But before he got back to the works he repented his violence, and his + heart yearned for her more than ever. + </p> + <p> + With that fine sense of justice which belongs to love, he spoke roughly to + Jael Dence. + </p> + <p> + She stared, and said nothing, but watched him furtively, and saw his eyes + fill with tears at the picture memory recalled of Grace's pale face and + streaming eyes. + </p> + <p> + She put a few shrewd questions, and his heart was so full he could not + conceal the main facts, though he suppressed all that bore reference to + Jael herself. She took Grace's part, and told him he was all in the wrong; + why could not he go to America alone, and sell his patents, and then come + back and marry Grace with the money? “Why drag her across the water, to + make her quarrel with her father?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, indeed?” said Henry: “because I'm not the man I was. I have no + manhood left. I have not the courage to fight the Trades, nor yet the + courage to leave the girl I love so dearly.” + </p> + <p> + “Eh, poor lad,” said Jael, “thou hast courage enough; but it has been too + sore tried, first and last. You have gone through enough to break a man of + steel.” + </p> + <p> + She advised him to go and make his submission at once. + </p> + <p> + He told her she was his guardian angel, and kissed her, in the warmth of + his gratitude; and he went back to Woodbine Villa, and asked Grace's + forgiveness, and said he would go alone to the States and come back with + plenty of money to satisfy Mr. Carden's prudence, and— + </p> + <p> + Grace clutched him gently with both hands, as if to hinder from leaving + her. She turned very pale, and said, “Oh my heart!” + </p> + <p> + Then she laid her head on his shoulder, and wept piteously. + </p> + <p> + He comforted her, and said, “What is it? a voyage of twelve days! And yet + I shall never have the courage to bid you good-by.” + </p> + <p> + “Nor I you, my own darling.” + </p> + <p> + Having come to this resolution, he was now seized with a fear that he + would be assassinated before he could carry it out; to diminish the + chances, he took up his quarters at the factory, and never went out at + night. Attached to the works was a small building near the water-side. + Jael Dence occupied the second floor of it. He had a camp-bed set up on + the first floor, and established a wire communication with the police + office. At the slightest alarm he could ring a bell in Ransome's ear. He + also clandestinely unscrewed a little postern door that his predecessors + had closed, and made a key to the lock, so that if he should ever be + compelled to go out at night he might baffle his foes, who would naturally + watch the great gate for his exit. + </p> + <p> + With all this he became very depressed and moody, and alarmed Doctor + Amboyne, who remembered his father's end. + </p> + <p> + The doctor advised him to go and see his mother for a day or two; but he + shook his head, and declined. + </p> + <p> + A prisoner detained for want of bail is allowed to communicate with his + friends, and Grotait soon let Hill know he was very angry with him for + undertaking to do Little without orders. Hill said that the job was given + him by Cole, who was Grotait's right-hand man, and Grotait had better bail + him, otherwise he might be induced to tell tales. + </p> + <p> + Grotait let him stay in prison three days, and then sent two householders + with the bail. + </p> + <p> + Hill was discharged, and went home. At dusk he turned out to find Cole, + and tracing him from one public-house to another, at last lighted on him + in company with Mr. Coventry. + </p> + <p> + This set him thinking; however, he held aloof till they parted; and then + following Cole, dunned him for his twenty pounds. + </p> + <p> + Cole gave him five pounds on account. Hill grumbled, and threatened. + </p> + <p> + Grotait sent for both men, and went into a passion, and threatened to hang + them both if they presumed to attack Little's person again in any way. “It + is the place I mean to destroy,” said Grotait, “not the man.” + </p> + <p> + Cole conveyed this to Coventry, and it discouraged him mightily, and he + told Cole he should give it up and go abroad. + </p> + <p> + But soon after this some pressure or other was brought to bear on Grotait, + and Cole, knowing this, went to him, and asked him whether Bolt and Little + were to be done or not. + </p> + <p> + “It is a painful subject,” said Grotait. + </p> + <p> + “It is a matter of life and death to us,” said Cole. + </p> + <p> + “That is true. But mind—the place, and not the man.” Cole assented, + and then Grotait took him on to a certain bridge, and pointed out the one + weak side of Bob and Little's fortress, and showed him how the + engine-chimney could be got at and blown down, and so the works stopped + entirely: “And I'll tell you something,” said he; “that chimney is built + on a bad foundation, and was never very safe; so you have every chance.” + </p> + <p> + Then they chaffered about the price, and at last Grotait agreed to give + him L20. + </p> + <p> + Cole went to Coventry, and told how far Grotait would allow him to go: + “But,” said he, “L20 is not enough. I run an even chance of being hung or + lagged.” + </p> + <p> + “Go a step beyond your instructions, and I'll give you a hundred pounds.” + </p> + <p> + “I daren't,” said Cole: “unless there was a chance to blow up the place + with the man in it.” Then, after a moment's reflection, he said: “I hear + he sleeps in the works. I must find out where.” + </p> + <p> + Accordingly, he talked over one of the women in the factory, and gained + the following information, which he imparted to Mr. Coventry: + </p> + <p> + Little lived and slept in a detached building recently erected, and the + young woman who had overpowered Hill slept in a room above him. She passed + in the works for his sweetheart, and the pair were often locked up + together for hours at a time in a room called the “Experiment Room.” + </p> + <p> + This information took Coventry quite by surprise, and imbittered his + hatred of Little. While Cole was felicitating him on the situation of the + building, he was meditating how to deal his hated rival a stab of another + kind. + </p> + <p> + Cole, however, was single-minded in the matter; and the next day he took a + boat and drifted slowly down the river, and scanned the place very + carefully. + </p> + <p> + He came at night to Coventry, and told him he thought he might perhaps be + able to do the trick without seeming to defy Grotait's instructions. + “But,” said he, “it is a very dangerous job. Premises are watched: and, + what do you think? they have got wires up now that run over the street to + the police office, and Little can ring a bell in Ransome's room, and bring + the bobbies across with a rush in a moment. It isn't as it was under the + old chief constable; this one's not to be bought nor blinded. I must risk + a halter.” + </p> + <p> + “You shall have fifty pounds more.” + </p> + <p> + “You are a gentleman, sir. I should like to have it in hard sovereigns. + I'm afraid of notes. They get traced somehow.” + </p> + <p> + “You shall have it all in sovereigns.” + </p> + <p> + “I want a little in advance, to buy the materials. They are costly, + especially the fulminating silver.” + </p> + <p> + Coventry gave him ten sovereigns, and they parted with the understanding + that Cole should endeavor to blow up the premises on some night when + Little was in them, and special arrangements were made to secure this. + </p> + <p> + Henry Little and Grace Carden received each of them, an anonymous letter, + on the same day. + </p> + <p> + Grace Carden's ran thus:— + </p> + <p> + “I can't abide to see a young lady made a fool of by a villain. Mr. Little + have got his miss here: they dote on each other. She lives in the works, + and so do he, ever since she came, which he usen't afore. They are in one + room, as many as eight hours at a stretch, and that room always locked. It + is the talk of all the girls. It is nought to me, but I thought it right + you should know, for it is quite a scandal. She is a strapping country + lass, with a queerish name. This comes from a strange, but a well-wisher. + </p> + <p> + “FAIR PLAY.” + </p> + <p> + The letter to Henry Little was as follows:— + </p> + <p> + “The reason of so many warnings and ne'er a blow, you had friends in the + trade. But you have worn them out. You are a doomed man. Prepare to meet + your God. + </p> + <p> + “[Drawing of coffin.]” + </p> + <p> + This was the last straw on the camel's back, as the saying is. + </p> + <p> + He just ground it in his hand, and then he began to act. + </p> + <p> + He set to work, packed up models, and dispatched them by train; clothes + ditto, and wrote a long letter to his mother. + </p> + <p> + Next day he was busy writing and arranging papers till the afternoon. Then + he called on Grace, as related, and returned to the works about six + o'clock: he ordered a cup of tea at seven, which Jael brought him. She + found him busy writing letters, and one of these was addressed to Grace + Carden. + </p> + <p> + That was all she saw of him that night; for she went to bed early, and she + was a sound sleeper. + </p> + <p> + It was nine o'clock of this same evening. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Coventry, disguised in a beard, was walking up and down a certain + street opposite the great door of the works. + </p> + <p> + He had already walked and lounged about two hours. At last Cole joined him + for a moment and whispered in a tone full of meaning, “Will it do now?” + </p> + <p> + Coventry's teeth chattered together as he replied, “Yes; now is the time.” + </p> + <p> + “Got the money ready?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “Let us see it.” + </p> + <p> + “When you have done what you promised me.” + </p> + <p> + “That very moment?” + </p> + <p> + “That very moment.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I'll tell you what you must do. In about an hour go on the new + bridge, and I'll come to you; and, before I've come to you many minutes, + you'll see summut and hear summut that will make a noise in Hillsbro', + and, perhaps, get us both into trouble.” + </p> + <p> + “Not if you are as dexterous as others have been.” + </p> + <p> + “Others! I was in all those jobs. But this is the queerest. I go to it as + if I was going to a halter. No matter, a man can but die once.” + </p> + <p> + And, with these words, he left him and went softly down to the water-side. + There, in the shadow of the new bridge, lay a little boat, and in it a + light-jointed ladder, a small hamper, and a basket of tools. The rowlocks + were covered with tow, and the oars made no noise whatever, except the + scarce audible dip in the dark stream. It soon emerged below the bridge + like a black spider crawling down the stream, and melted out of sight the + more rapidly that a slight fog was rising. + </p> + <p> + Cole rowed softly past the works, and observed a very faint light in + Little's room. He thought it prudent to wait till this should be + extinguished, but it was not extinguished. Here was an unexpected delay. + </p> + <p> + However, the fog thickened a little, and this encouraged him to venture; + he beached the boat very gently on the muddy shore, and began his work, + looking up every now and then at that pale light, and ready to fly at the + first alarm. + </p> + <p> + He took out of the boat a large varnish-can, which he had filled with + gunpowder, and wrapped tightly round with wire, and also with a sash-line; + this can was perforated at the side, and a strong tube screwed tightly + into it; the tube protruded twelve inches from the can in shape of an S: + by means of this a slow-burning fuse was connected with the powder; some + yards of this fuse were wrapt loosely round the can. + </p> + <p> + Cole crept softly to the engine-chimney, and, groping about for the right + place, laid the can in the engine bottom and uncoiled the fuse. He took + out of his pocket some small pieces of tile, and laid the fuse dry on + these. + </p> + <p> + Then he gave a sigh of relief, and crept back to the boat. + </p> + <p> + Horrible as the action was, he had done all this without much fear, and + with no remorse, for he was used to this sort of work; but now he had to + commit a new crime, and with new and terrible materials, which he had + never handled in the way of crime before. + </p> + <p> + He had in his boat a substance so dangerous that he had made a nest of + soft cotton for the receptacle which held it; and when the boat touched + the shore, light as the contact was, he quaked lest his imprisoned + giant-devil should go off and blow him to atoms. + </p> + <p> + He put off touching it till the last moment. He got his jointed ladder, + set it very softly underneath the window where the feeble gas-light was, + and felt about with his hands for the grating he had observed when he + first reconnoitered the premises from the river. He found it, but it was + so high that he had to reach a little, and the position was awkward for + working. + </p> + <p> + The problem was how to remove one of those bars, and so admit his infernal + machine; it was about the shape and size of an ostrich's egg. + </p> + <p> + It must be done without noise, for the room above him was Little's, and + Little, he knew, had a wire by means of which he could summon Ransome and + the police in the turn of a hand. + </p> + <p> + The cold of the night, and the now present danger, made Cole shiver all + over, and he paused. + </p> + <p> + But he began again, and, taking out a fine steel saw highly tempered, + proceeded to saw the iron slowly and gently, ready at the first alarm to + spring from his ladder and run away. + </p> + <p> + With all his caution, steel grated against steel, and made too much noise + in the stilly night. He desisted. He felt about, and found the grating was + let into wood, not stone; he oiled the saw, and it cut the wood like + butter; he made two cuts like a capital V, and a bar of the grating came + loose; he did the same thing above, and the bar came out. + </p> + <p> + Cole now descended the ladder, and prepared for the greatest danger of + all. He took from its receptacle the little metal box lined with glazed + paper, which contained the fulminating silver and its fuse; and, holding + it as gently as possible, went and mounted the ladder again, putting his + foot down as softly as a cat. + </p> + <p> + But he was getting colder and colder, and at this unfortunate moment he + remembered that, when he was a lad, a man had been destroyed by + fulminating silver—quite a small quantity—in a plate over + which he was leaning; yet the poor wretch's limbs had been found in + different places, and he himself had seen the head; it had been torn from + the trunk and hurled to an incredible distance. + </p> + <p> + That trunkless head he now fancied he saw, in the middle of the fog; and + his body began to sweat cold, and his hands to shake so that he could + hardly told the box. But if he let it fall— + </p> + <p> + He came hastily down the ladder and sat down on the dirty ground, with the + infernal engine beside him. + </p> + <p> + By-and-by he got up and tried to warm his hands and feet by motion, and at + last he recovered his fortitude, and went softly and cat-like up the steps + again, in spite of the various dangers he incurred. + </p> + <p> + Of what was this man's mind composed, whom neither a mere bribe could buy + to do this deed, nor pure fanaticism without a bribe; but, where both + inducements met, neither the risk of immediate death, nor of imprisonment + for life, nor both dangers united, could divert him from his deadly + purpose, though his limbs shook, and his body was bedewed with a cold + perspiration? + </p> + <p> + He reached the top of the ladder, he put his hand inside the grate; there + was an aperture, but he could not find the bottom. He hesitated. + </p> + <p> + Here was a fresh danger: if he let the box fall it might explode at once + and send him to eternity. + </p> + <p> + Once more he came softly down, and collected all the tow and wool he could + find. He went up the ladder and put these things through the grating; they + formed a bed. + </p> + <p> + Then he went back for the fatal box, took it up the ladder with beating + heart, laid it softly in its bed, uncoiled the fuse and let it hang down. + </p> + <p> + So now these two fiendish things were placed, and their devilish tails + hanging out behind them. The fuses had been cut with the utmost nicety to + burn the same length of time—twelve minutes. + </p> + <p> + But Cole was too thoughtful and wary to light the fuses until everything + was prepared for his escape. He put the ladder on board the boat, disposed + the oars so that he could use them at once; then crept to the + engine-chimney, kneeled down beside the fuse, looked up at the faint light + glimmering above, and took off his hat. + </p> + <p> + With singular cunning and forethought he had pasted a piece of sandpaper + into his hat. By this means he lighted a lucifer at once, and kept it out + of sight from the windows, and also safe from the weather; he drew the end + of the fuse into the hat, applied the match to it out of sight, then blew + the match out and darted to his other infernal machine. In less than ten + seconds he lighted that fuse too; then stepped into the boat, and left + those two devilish sparks creeping each on its fatal errand. He pulled + away with exulting bosom, beating heart, and creeping flesh. He pulled + swiftly up stream, landed at the bridge, staggered up the steps, and found + Coventry at his post, but almost frozen, and sick of waiting. + </p> + <p> + He staggered up to him and gasped out, “I've done the trick, give me the + brass, and let me go. I see a halter in the air.” His teeth chattered. + </p> + <p> + But Coventry, after hoping and fearing for two hours and a half, had lost + all confidence in his associate, and he said, “How am I to know you've + done anything?” + </p> + <p> + “You'll see and you'll hear,” said Cole. “Give me the brass.” + </p> + <p> + “Wait till I see and hear,” was the reply. + </p> + <p> + “What, wait to be nabbed? Another minute, and all the town will be out + after me. Give it me, or I'll take it.” + </p> + <p> + “Will you?” And Coventry took out a pistol and cocked it. Cole recoiled. + </p> + <p> + “Look here,” said Coventry; “there are one hundred and fifty sovereigns in + this bag. The moment I receive proof you have not deceived me, I give you + the bag.” + </p> + <p> + “Here, where we stand?” + </p> + <p> + “Here, on this spot.” + </p> + <p> + “Hush! not so loud. Didn't I hear a step?” + </p> + <p> + They both listened keenly. The fog was thick by this time. + </p> + <p> + Cole whispered, “Look down the river. I wonder which will go off first? It + is very cold; very.” And he shook like a man in an ague. + </p> + <p> + Both men listened, numbed with cold, and quivering with the expectation of + crime. + </p> + <p> + A clock struck twelve. + </p> + <p> + At the first stroke the confederates started and uttered a cry. They were + in that state when everything sudden shakes men like thunder. + </p> + <p> + All still again, and they listened and shook again with fog and grime. + </p> + <p> + Sudden a lurid flash, and a report, dull and heavy, and something tall + seemed to lean toward them from the sky, and there was a mighty rushing + sound, and a cold wind in their faces, and an awful fall of masonry on the + water, and the water spurted under the stroke. The great chimney had + fallen in the river. At this very moment came a sharp, tremendous report + like a clap of thunder close at hand. It was so awful, that both bag and + pistol fell out of Coventry's hand and rung upon the pavement, and he + fled, terror-stricken. + </p> + <p> + Cole, though frightened, went down on his knees, and got the bag, and + started to run the other way. + </p> + <p> + But almost at the first step he ran against a man, who was running toward + him. + </p> + <p> + Both were staggered by the shock, and almost knocked down. + </p> + <p> + But the man recovered himself first, and seized Cole with a grip of iron. + </p> + <p> + When Coventry had run a few steps he recovered his judgment so far as to + recollect that this would lay him open to suspicion. He left off running, + and walked briskly instead. + </p> + <p> + Presently the great door of the works was opened, and the porter appeared + crying wildly for help, and that the place was on fire. + </p> + <p> + The few people that were about made a rush, and Coventry, driven by an + awful curiosity, went in with them; for why should he be suspected any + more than they? + </p> + <p> + He had not gone in half a minute when Mr. Ransome arrived with several + policemen, and closed the doors at once against all comers. + </p> + <p> + Strange to say, the last explosion had rung the bell in the police-office; + hence this prompt appearance of the police. + </p> + <p> + The five or six persons who got in with Coventry knew nothing, and ran + hither and thither. Coventry, better informed, darted at once to Little's + quarters, and there beheld an awful sight; the roof presented the + appearance of a sieve: of the second floor little remained but a few of + the joists, and these were most of them broken and stood on and across + each other, like a hedgehog's bristles. + </p> + <p> + In Little's room, a single beam in the center, with a fragment of board, + kept its place, but the joists were all dislocated or broken in two, and + sticking up here and there in all directions: huge holes had been blown in + the walls of both rooms and much of the contents of the rooms blown out by + them; so vast were these apertures, that it seemed wonderful how the + structure hung together; the fog was as thick in the dismembered and torn + building as outside, but a large gas-pipe in Little's room was wrenched + into the form of a snake and broken, and the gas set on fire and flaring, + so that the devastation was visible; the fireplace also hung on, heaven + knows how. + </p> + <p> + Coventry cast his eyes round, and recoiled with horror at what he had + done: his foot struck something; it was the letter-box, full of letters, + still attached to the broken door. By some instinct of curiosity he + stooped and peered. There was one letter addressed “Grace Carden.” + </p> + <p> + He tried to open the box: he could not: he gave it a wrench, it was a + latticed box, and came to pieces. He went down the stairs with the + fragments and the letters in his hand; feet approached, and he heard a + voice close to him say, “This way, Mr. Ransome, for God's sake!” A sort of + panic seized him; he ran back, and in his desperation jumped on to the one + beam that was standing, and from that through the open wall, and fell on + the soft mud by the river bank. Though the ground was soft, the descent + shook him and imbedded him so deeply he could not extricate himself for + some time. But terror lends energy, and he was now thoroughly terrified: + he thrust the letters in his pocket, and, being an excellent swimmer, + dashed at once into the river; but he soon found it choked up with masonry + and debris of every kind: he coasted this, got into the stream, and swam + across to the other side. Then taking the lowest and darkest streets, + contrived at last to get home, wet and filthy, and quaking. + </p> + <p> + Ransome and his men examined the shattered building within and without; + but no trace could be found of any human being, alive or dead. + </p> + <p> + Then they got to the river-side with lights, and here they found + foot-marks. Ransome set men to guard these from being walked over. + </p> + <p> + Attention was soon diverted from these. Several yards from the torn + building, a woman was found lying all huddled together on a heap of broken + masonry. She was in her night-dress, and a counterpane half over her. Her + forehead and head were bleeding, and she was quite insensible. The police + recognized her directly. It was Jael Dence. + </p> + <p> + She was alive, though insensible, and Ransome had her conveyed at once to + the infirmary. + </p> + <p> + “Bring more lights to the water-side,” said he: “the explosion has acted + in that direction.” + </p> + <p> + Many torches were brought. Keen eyes scanned the water. One or two + policemen got out upon the ruins of the chimney, and went ankle-deep in + water. But what they sought could not be found. Ransome said he was glad + of it. Everybody knew what he meant. + </p> + <p> + He went back to Little's room, and examined it minutely. In the passage he + found a card-case. It was lying on the door. Ransome took it up + mechanically, and put it in his pocket. He did not examine it at this + time: he took for granted it was Little's. He asked one of his men whether + a man had not been seen in that room. The officer said, “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “Did he come down?” + </p> + <p> + “No; and I can't think how he got out.” + </p> + <p> + “It is plain how he got out; and that accounts for something I observed in + the mud. Now, Williams, you go to my place for that stuff I use to take + the mold of footprints. Bring plenty. Four of you scour the town, and try + and find out who has gone home with river-mud on his shoes or trousers. + Send me the porter.” + </p> + <p> + When the porter came, he asked him whether Mr. Little had slept in the + works. + </p> + <p> + The porter could not say for certain. + </p> + <p> + “Well, but what was his habit?” + </p> + <p> + “He always slept here of late.” + </p> + <p> + “Where did you see him last?” + </p> + <p> + “I let him into the works.” + </p> + <p> + “When?” + </p> + <p> + “I should think about seven o'clock.” + </p> + <p> + “Did you let him out again?” + </p> + <p> + “No, Mr. Ransome.” + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps you might, and not recollect. Pray think.” + </p> + <p> + The porter shook his head. + </p> + <p> + “Are you sure you did not let him out?” + </p> + <p> + “I am quite sure of that.” + </p> + <p> + “Then the Lord have mercy on his soul!” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0033" id="link2HCH0033"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXIII. + </h2> + <p> + That was Grace Carden's first anonymous letter. Its contents curdled her + veins with poison. The poor girl sat pale and benumbed, turning the letter + in her hand, and reading the fatal words over and over again. + </p> + <p> + There was a time when she would have entirely disbelieved this slander; + but now she remembered, with dismay, how many things had combined to + attach Henry to Jael Dence. And then the letter stated such hard facts; + facts unknown to her, but advanced positively. + </p> + <p> + But what terrified her most was that Henry had so lately told her Jael + Dence loved him best. + </p> + <p> + Yet her tossed and tortured mind laid hold of this comfort, that not the + man only, but the woman too, were loyal, faithful spirits. Could they both + have changed? Appearances are deceitful, and might have deceived this + anonymous writer. + </p> + <p> + After hours of mere suffering, she began to ask herself what she should + do? + </p> + <p> + Her first feminine impulse was to try and find out the truth without + Henry's aid. + </p> + <p> + But no; on second thoughts she would be open and loyal, show Henry the + letter, and ask him to tell her how much truth, if any, there was in it. + </p> + <p> + The agony she endured was a lesson to her. Now she knew what jealousy was; + and saw at once she could not endure its torments. She thought to herself + he was quite right to make her dismiss Mr. Coventry, and he must dismiss + Jael; she should insist on it. + </p> + <p> + This resolution formed, she lived on thorns, awaiting Henry Little's next + visit. + </p> + <p> + He came next day, but she was out. + </p> + <p> + She asked the servant if he had said anything. + </p> + <p> + The servant said, “He seemed a good deal put out at first, miss, but + afterward he said, 'No, it was all for the best.'” + </p> + <p> + This was another blow. Grace connected these words of Henry in some + mysterious way with the anonymous letter, and spent the night crying: but + in the morning, being a brave, high-spirited girl, she resolved to take a + direct course; she would go down to the works, and request an explanation + on the premises. She would see the room where Henry was said to pass so + many hours with Jael, and she would show him that the man she loved, and + lived for, must place himself above suspicion, or lose her forever. “And + if he quarrels with me for that,” she thought, “why, I can die.” She + actually carried out her resolution, and went early next morning to the + works to demand an explanation. She took the letter with her. As she went + along she discussed in her own mind how she should proceed, and at last + she resolved to just hand him the letter and fix her eye on him. His face + would tell her the truth. + </p> + <p> + She drove up to the great gate; there were a good many people about, + talking, in excited groups. + </p> + <p> + The porter came out to her. She said she wished to see Mr. Little. + </p> + <p> + The porter stared: the people within hearing left off talking, and stared + too, at her, and then at one another. + </p> + <p> + At last the porter found his voice. “Mr. Little! why, we can't find him + anywhere, dead or alive.” + </p> + <p> + Just then Ransome came out, and, seeing Miss Carden, gave a start, and + looked much concerned. + </p> + <p> + Grace noticed this look, and her own face began to fill with surprise, and + then with alarm. “Not to be found!” she faltered. + </p> + <p> + She did not know Mr. Ransome, but he knew her; and he came to the + carriage-window and said, in a low voice, “Miss Carden, I am the + chief-constable. I would advise you to return home. The fact is, there has + been an explosion here, and a young woman nearly killed.” + </p> + <p> + “Poor creature! But Mr. Little! Oh, sir! Oh, sir!” + </p> + <p> + “We can't find him,” said Ransome, solemnly: “and we fear—we sadly + fear—” + </p> + <p> + Grace uttered a low cry, and then sat trembling. + </p> + <p> + Ransome tried to console her; said it was just possible he might have not + slept in the works. + </p> + <p> + The porter shook his head. + </p> + <p> + Grace sprung from the carriage. “Show me the place,” said she, hoarsely. + </p> + <p> + Ransome demurred. “It is an ugly sight for any one to see.” + </p> + <p> + “Who has a better right to see it than I? I shall find him if he is there. + Give me your arm: I have heard him speak of you.” + </p> + <p> + Then Ransome yielded reluctantly, and took her to the place. + </p> + <p> + He showed her Henry's room, all rent and mutilated. + </p> + <p> + She shuddered, and, covering her face with her hands, leaned half fainting + against her conductor; but soon she shook this off, and became inspired + with strange energy, though her face was like marble. + </p> + <p> + She drew him, indeed almost dragged him, hither and thither, questioning + him, and listening to everybody's conjectures; for there were loud groups + here of work-people and towns-people. + </p> + <p> + Some thought he was buried under the great chimney in the river, others + intimated plainly their fear that he was blown to atoms. + </p> + <p> + At each suggestion Grace Carden's whole body winced and quivered as if the + words were sword cuts, but she would not be persuaded to retire. “No, no,” + she cried, “amongst so many, some one will guess right. I'll hear all they + think, if I die on the spot: die! What is life to me now? Ah! what is that + woman saying?” And she hurried Ransome toward a work-woman who was + haranguing several of her comrades. + </p> + <p> + The woman saw Ransome coming toward her with a strange lady. + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” said she, “here's the constable. Mr. Ransome, will ye tell me where + you found the lass, yesternight?” + </p> + <p> + “She was lying on that heap of bricks: I marked the place with two pieces + of chalk; ay, here they are; her head lay here, and her feet here.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, then,” said the woman, “he will not be far from that place. You + clear away those bricks and rubbish, and you will find him underneath. She + was his sweetheart, that is well known here; and he was safe to be beside + her when the place was blown up.” + </p> + <p> + “No such thing,” said Ransome, angrily, and casting a side-look at Grace. + “She lay on the second floor, and Mr. Little on the first floor.” + </p> + <p> + “Thou simple body,” said the woman. “What's a stair to a young man when a + bonny lass lies awaiting him, and not a soul about? They were a deal too + close together all day, to be distant at night.” + </p> + <p> + A murmur of assent burst at once from all the women. + </p> + <p> + Grace's body winced and quivered, but her marble face never stirred, nor + did her lips utter a sound. + </p> + <p> + “Come away from their scandalous tongues,” said Ransome, eagerly. + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Grace; and such a “No.” It was like a statue uttering a chip of + its own marble. + </p> + <p> + Then she stood quivering a moment; then, leaving Ransome's arm, she darted + up to the place where Jael Dence had been found. + </p> + <p> + She stood like a bird on the broken masonry, and opened her beautiful eyes + in a strange way, and demanded of all her senses whether the body of him + she loved lay beneath her feet. + </p> + <p> + After a minute, during which every eye was riveted on her, she said, “I + don't believe it; I don't feel him near me. But I will know.” + </p> + <p> + She took out her purse full of gold, and held it up to the women. “This + for you, if you will help me.” Then, kneeling down, she began to tear up + the bricks and throw them, one after another, as far as her strength + permitted. The effect on the work-women was electrical: they swarmed on + the broken masonry, and began to clear it away brick by brick. They worked + with sympathetic fury, led by this fair creature, whose white hands were + soon soiled and bloody, but never tired. In less than an hour they had + cleared away several wagon-loads of debris. + </p> + <p> + The body of Henry Little was not there. + </p> + <p> + Grace gave her purse to the women, and leaned heavily on Mr. Ransome's arm + again. He supported her out of the works. + </p> + <p> + As soon as they were alone, she said, “Is Jael Dence alive or dead?” + </p> + <p> + “She was alive half an hour ago.” + </p> + <p> + “Where is she?” + </p> + <p> + “At the hospital.” + </p> + <p> + “Take me to the hospital.” + </p> + <p> + He took her to the hospital, and soon they stood beside a clean little + bed, in which lay the white but still comely face of Jael Dence: her + luxuriant hair was cut close, and her head bandaged; but for her majestic + form, she looked a fair, dying boy. + </p> + <p> + “Stand back,” said Grace, “and let me speak to her.” Then she leaned over + Jael, where she lay. + </p> + <p> + Gentle women are not all gentleness. Watch them, especially in contact + with their own sex, and you shall see now and then a trait of the wild + animal. Grace Carden at this moment was any thing but dove-like; it was + more like a falcon the way she clutched the bedclothes, and towered over + that prostrate figure, and then, descending slowly nearer and nearer, + plunged her eyes into those fixed and staring orbs of Jael Dence. + </p> + <p> + So she remained riveted. Had Jael been conscious, and culpable, nothing + could have escaped a scrutiny so penetrating. + </p> + <p> + Even unconscious as she was, Jael's brain and body began to show some + signs they were not quite impervious to the strange magnetic power which + besieged them so closely. When Grace's eyes had been close to hers about a + minute, Jael Dence moved her head slightly to the left, as if those eyes + scorched her. + </p> + <p> + But Grace moved her own head to the right, rapid as a snake, and fixed her + again directly. + </p> + <p> + Jael Dence's bosom gave a heave. + </p> + <p> + “Where—is—Henry Little?” said Grace, still holding her tight + by the eye, and speaking very slowly, and in such a tone, low, but solemn + and commanding; a tone that compelled reply. + </p> + <p> + “Where—is—Henry Little?” + </p> + <p> + When this was so repeated, Jael moved a little, and her lips began to + quiver. + </p> + <p> + “Where—is—Henry Little?” + </p> + <p> + Jael's lips opened feebly, and some inarticulate sounds issued from them. + </p> + <p> + “Where—is—Henry Little?” + </p> + <p> + Jael Dence, though unconscious, writhed and moaned so that the head nurse + interfered, and said she could not have the patient tormented. + </p> + <p> + Ransome waved her aside, but taking Grace Carden's hand drew her gently + away. + </p> + <p> + She made no positive resistance; but, while her body yielded and retired, + her eye remained riveted on Jael Dence, and her hand clutched the air like + a hawk's talons, unwilling to lose her prey, and then she turned so weak, + Ransome had to support her to her carriage. + </p> + <p> + As Grace's head sunk on Ransome's shoulder, Jael Dence's eyes closed for + the first time. + </p> + <p> + As Ransome was lifting Grace Carden into the carriage, she said, in a sort + of sleepy voice, “Is there no way out of these works but one?” + </p> + <p> + “Not that I know of; but I will go at once and see. Shall he drive you + home?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes. No—to Dr. Amboyne.” + </p> + <p> + Dr. Amboyne was gone to Woodbine Villa. + </p> + <p> + She waited in his study, moving about the room all the time, with her face + of marble, and her poor restless hands. + </p> + <p> + At last the doctor returned: they told him at the door Miss Carden was + there; he came in to her with both hands extended, and his face working + with emotion. + </p> + <p> + She fell sobbing into his arms; sobbing, but not a tear. + </p> + <p> + “Is there any hope?” + </p> + <p> + “I have one. May he not have left the country in a fit of despair? He + often threatened. He talked of going to the United States.” + </p> + <p> + “So he did. Ah, he called on me yesterday afternoon. Might not that have + been to bid me good-by?” + </p> + <p> + She looked so imploringly in Dr. Amboyne's face that he assented, though + full of doubt. + </p> + <p> + And now there was a ring at the bell, and Mr. Ransome came to say there + was a little postern gate by which Mr. Little might possibly have gone out + and the porter not seen him; and, what was more, this gate, by all + accounts, had been recently opened: it was closed before Bolt and Little + took the premises. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Ransome added that he should now make it his business to learn, if + possible, whether it had been opened by Mr. Little's orders. + </p> + <p> + Grace thanked him earnestly, and looked hopeful; so did Dr. Amboyne. + </p> + <p> + “But, doctor,” said Grace, “if he has gone away at all, he must have told + somebody. Even if there was nobody he loved, he would tell—ah! Mr. + Bolt!!” + </p> + <p> + “You are right. Let us go to him at once.” + </p> + <p> + They found Mr. Bolt in quite a different frame of mind from their own; he + was breathing vengeance. However, he showed some feeling for Grace, and + told the doctor plainly he feared the worst. Little had been downhearted + for some time, and at last he (Bolt) had lost patience with him, and had + proposed to him to take an annual payment of nine hundred pounds instead + of a share, and leave the concern. Little had asked two days to consider + this proposal. “Now,” argued Bolt, “if he meant to leave England, he could + not do better than take my offer: and he would have taken it before he + left. He would have called, or else sent me a letter. But no; not a word! + It's a bad job: I'm fond of money, but I'd give a few thousands to see him + alive again. But I don't think I ever shall. There are five hundred + thousand bricks of ours in that river, and a foot and a half of mud.” + </p> + <p> + While they were both shuddering at this dark allusion, he went off into + idle threats, and Grace left him, sick and cold, and clinging to Dr. + Amboyne like a drowning woman. + </p> + <p> + “Have courage,” said Dr. Amboyne. “There is one chance left us. His + mother! I will telegraph to Aberystwith.” + </p> + <p> + They drove together to the telegraph-office, and sent a telegram. The + doctor would not consent to frighten Mrs. Little to death. He simply asked + whether her son had just visited or written to her. The answer was paid + for; but four hours elapsed, and no answer came. + </p> + <p> + Then Grace implored the doctor to go with her to Aberystwith. He looked + grave, and said she was undertaking too much. She replied, almost + fiercely, that she must do all that could be done, or she should go mad. + </p> + <p> + “But your father, my dear!” + </p> + <p> + “He is in London. I will tell him all when he returns. He would let me go + anywhere with you. I must go; I will!” + </p> + <p> + At four o'clock they were in the train. They spoke to each other but + little on the way; their hearts were too full of dire forebodings to talk + about nothings. But, when they were in the fly at Aberystwith, going from + the station to Mrs. Little's lodgings, Grace laid her head on her friend's + shoulder and said, “Oh, doctor, it has come to this; I hope he loved his + mother better than me.” Then came a flood of tears—the first. + </p> + <p> + They went to Mrs. Little's lodgings. The landlady had retired to bed, and, + on hearing their errand, told them, out of the second-floor window, that + Mrs. Little had left her some days ago, and gone to a neighboring village + for change of air. + </p> + <p> + Grace and Dr. Amboyne drove next morning to that village, and soon learned + where Mrs. Little was. Dr. Amboyne left Grace at the inn, for he knew the + sight of her would at once alarm Mrs. Little; and in a matter so uncertain + as this, he thought the greatest caution necessary. Grace waited for him + at the inn in an agony of suspense. She watched at the window for him, and + at last she saw him coming toward her. His head was down, and she could + not read his face, or she could have told in a moment whether he brought + good news or bad. + </p> + <p> + She waited for him, erect but trembling. He opened the door, and stood + before her, pale and agitated—so pale and agitated she had never + seen him before. + </p> + <p> + He faltered out, “She knows nothing. She must know nothing. She is too ill + and weak, and, indeed, in such a condition that to tell her the fatal news + would probably have killed her on the spot. All I dared do was to ask her + with assumed indifference if she had heard from Henry lately. No, Grace, + not for these three days.” + </p> + <p> + He sat down and groaned aloud. + </p> + <p> + “You love the son,” said he, “but I love the mother: loved her years + before you were born.” + </p> + <p> + At this unexpected revelation Grace Carden kissed him, and wept on his + shoulder. Then they went sadly home again. + </p> + <p> + Doctor Amboyne now gave up all hopes of Henry, and his anxiety was + concentrated on Mrs. Little. How on earth was he to save her from a shock + likely to prove fatal in her weak condition? To bring her to Hillsborough + in her present state would be fatal. He was compelled to leave her in + Wales, and that looked so like abandoning her. He suffered torture, the + torture that only noble minds can know. At midnight, as he lay in bed, and + revolved in his mind all the difficulties and perils of this pitiable + situation, an idea struck him. He would try and persuade Mrs. Little to + marry him. Should she consent, he could then take her on a wedding-tour, + and that tour he could easily extend from place to place, putting off the + evil time until, strong in health and conjugal affection, she might be + able to endure the terrible, the inevitable blow. The very next morning he + wrote her an eloquent letter; he told her that Henry had gone suddenly off + to Australia to sell his patents; that almost his last word had been, “My + mother! I leave her to you.” This, said the doctor, is a sacred + commission; and how can I execute it? I cannot invite you to Hillsborough, + for the air is fatal to you. Think of your half-promise, and my many years + of devotion, and give me the right to carry out your son's wishes to the + full. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Little replied to this letter, and the result of the correspondence + was this: she said she would marry him if she could recover her health, + but THAT she feared she never should until she was reconciled to her + brother. + </p> + <p> + Meantime Grace Carden fell into a strange state: fits of feverish energy; + fits of death-like stupor. She could do nothing, yet it maddened her to be + idle. With Bolt's permission, she set workmen to remove all the remains of + the chimney that could be got at—the water was high just then: she + had a barge and workmen, and often watched them, and urged them by her + presence. Not that she ever spoke; but she hovered about with her marble + face and staring eyes, and the sight of her touched their hearts and + spurred them to exertion. + </p> + <p> + Sometimes she used to stand on a heap of bricks hard by, and peer, with + dilated eyes into the dark stream, and watch each bucket, or basket, as it + came up with bricks, and rubbish, and mud, from the bottom. + </p> + <p> + At other times she would stand on the bridge and lean over the battlements + so far as if she would fly down and search for her dead lover. + </p> + <p> + One day as she hung thus, glaring into the water, she heard a deep sigh. + She looked up, and there was a face almost as pale as her own, and even + more haggard, looking at her with a strange mixture of pain and pity. This + ghastly spectator of her agony was himself a miserable man, it was + Frederick Coventry. His crime had brought him no happiness, no hope of + happiness. + </p> + <p> + At sight of him Grace Carden groaned, and covered her face with her hands. + </p> + <p> + Coventry drew back dismayed. His guilty conscience misinterpreted this. + </p> + <p> + “You can forgive us now,” said Grace, with a deep sob: then turned away + with sullen listlessness, and continued her sad scrutiny. + </p> + <p> + Coventry loved her, after his fashion, and her mute but eloquent misery + moved him. + </p> + <p> + He drew nearer to her, and said softly, “Do not look so; I can't bear it. + He is not there.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah! How do you know?” + </p> + <p> + Coventry was silent for a moment, and seemed uneasy; but at last he + replied thus: “There were two explosions. The chimney fell into the river + a moment before the explosion that blew up the works. So how can he be + buried under the ruins of the chimney? I know this from a workman who was + standing on the bridge when the explosions took place.” + </p> + <p> + “Bless the tongue that tells me that! Oh, how much wiser you are than the + rest of us! Mr. Coventry, pity and forgive a poor girl who has used you + ill. Tell me—tell me—what can have become of him?” + </p> + <p> + Coventry was much agitated, and could not speak for some time, and when he + did, it was in a faint voice as of one exhausted by a mental struggle. + “Would you rather he was—dead—or—false?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh false—a thousand times! Prove to me he is not dead, but only + false to his poor Grace, and I will bless you on my knees.” + </p> + <p> + Coventry's eye flashed. “Well, then, he was the lover of Jael Dence, the + girl who fought for him, and shed her blood for him, and saved his life. + The connection was open and notorious.” + </p> + <p> + Grace was silent. + </p> + <p> + “Many a man has fled from two women, who could have been happy with either + of them. I believe that this man found himself unable to play the double + game any longer, and that he has fled the country—” + </p> + <p> + “I pray God it may be so,” sobbed Grace. + </p> + <p> + “—Through remorse, or from dread of exposure. Have patience. Do not + kill yourself, and break all our hearts. Take my word for it, you will + hear from him in a few days, and he will give your reasons for his strange + disappearance—excellent, business-like reasons, but not the true + ones: there will not be a word about Jael Dence.” This last with a sneer. + </p> + <p> + Grace turned on him with eyes that literally gleamed: “You hated him + living, you slander him dead. Falsehood was not in him: his affection for + Jael Dence was no secret. I knew it, and approved it. It was as pure as + heaven. His poor mutilated body will soon contradict these vile calumnies. + I hate you! I hate you!” + </p> + <p> + Coventry drew back at first from this burst of ire, but soon he met her + glance with one of fiendish bitterness. “You hate me for pitying you, and + saying that man is not dead. Well, have your own way, then; he is not + false, but dead.” + </p> + <p> + He turned on his heel, and went away. + </p> + <p> + As for Mr. Carden, he declined to admit that Little was dead, and said his + conduct was unpardonable, and, indeed, so nearly resembled madness, that, + considering the young man's father had committed suicide, he was + determined never to admit him into his house again—at all events as + a suitor to Grace. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Coventry had now taken spacious apartments, and furnished them. He + resumed his visits to the club. Mr. Carden met him there, and spoke more + confidentially to him than he did to his daughter, and admitted he had + grave doubts, but said he was a director of the Gosshawk, and would never, + either in public or private, allow that Little was dead unless his body + should be found and properly identified. + </p> + <p> + All this time there was a hot discussion in the journals, and the + Saw-grinders' Union repudiated the outrage with horror, and offered a + considerable reward. + </p> + <p> + Outsiders were taken in by this, but not a single manufacturer or workman. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Holdfast denounced it as a Trade outrage, and Ransome groped the town + for evidence. + </p> + <p> + The latter, however, was rather puzzled one day by an anonymous letter + telling him he was all on the wrong tack; it was not a Trade job, but + contrived by a gentleman for his private ends. Advantage had been taken of + Little being wrong with the Trade; “but,” said the letter, “you should + look to the head for the motive, not to the hands. One or two saw them + together a good many times before the deed was done, and the swell was + seen on the very bridge when the explosion took place.” + </p> + <p> + This set Ransome thinking very seriously and comparing notes. + </p> + <p> + Week after week went by and left the mystery unsolved. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Coventry saw Mr. Carden nearly every day, and asked him was there no + news of Little? The answer was always in the negative, and this surprised + Coventry more and more. + </p> + <p> + When a whole month had elapsed, even he began to fancy strange things, and + to nurse wild projects that had never entered his head before. He studied + books of medical jurisprudence, and made all manner of experiments. He + resumed his intimacy with Cole, and they were often closeted together. + </p> + <p> + Five weeks had elapsed, and Grace Carden had lost all her feverish energy, + and remained passive, lethargic, fearing every thing, hoping nothing, but + quivering all day with expectation of the next blow; for what had she left + to expect now but sorrow in some form or other? + </p> + <p> + She often wished to visit Jael Dence again at the hospital; but for some + time an invincible repugnance withheld her. + </p> + <p> + She asked Dr. Amboyne to go instead, and question the unhappy girl. + </p> + <p> + Dr. Amboyne did so; but Jael was now in a half-stupid condition, and her + poor brain not clear enough to remember what she was wanted to remember. + Her memory was full of gaps, and, unluckily, one of these gaps embraced + the whole period between her battle with Hill and the present time. + </p> + <p> + At last Grace was irritated, and blamed the doctor for his failure. + </p> + <p> + She reminded him she had herself magnetized Jael, and had almost made her + speak. She resolved to go to the hospital herself. “I'll make her tell me + one thing,” said she, “though I tear her heart out, and my own too.” + </p> + <p> + She dressed plainly, and walked rapidly down toward the hospital. There + were two ways to it, but she chose the one that was sure to give her pain. + She could not help it; her very feet dragged her to that fatal spot. + </p> + <p> + When she drew near the fatal bridge, she observed a number of persons + collected on it, looking down in the river at some distance. + </p> + <p> + At the same time people began to hurry past her, making for the bridge. + </p> + <p> + She asked one of them what it was. + </p> + <p> + “Summut in the river,” was the reply, but in a tone so full of meaning, + that at these simple words she ran forward, though her knees almost gave + way under her. + </p> + <p> + The bridge was not so crowded yet, but that she contrived to push in + between two women, and look. + </p> + <p> + All the people were speaking in low murmurs. The hot weather had dried the + river up to a stream in the middle, and, in midstream, about fifty yards + from the foot of the bridge, was a pile of broken masonry, which had once + been the upper part of Bolt and Little's chimney. It had fallen into water + twelve feet deep; but now the water was not above five feet, and a portion + of the broken bricks and tiles were visible, some just above, some just + under the water. + </p> + <p> + At one side of this wreck jutted out the object on which all eyes were now + fastened. At first sight it looked a crooked log of wood sticking out from + among the bricks. Thousands, indeed, had passed the bridge, and noticed + nothing particular about it; but one, more observant or less hurried, had + peered, and then pointed, and collected the crowd. + </p> + <p> + It needed but a second look to show that this was not a log of wood but + the sleeve of a man's coat. A closer inspection revealed that the sleeve + was not empty. + </p> + <p> + There was an arm inside that sleeve, and a little more under the water one + could see distinctly a hand white and sodden by the water. + </p> + <p> + The dark stream just rippled over this hand, half veiling it at times, + though never hiding it. + </p> + <p> + “The body will be jammed among the bricks,” said a by-stander; and all + assented with awe. + </p> + <p> + “Eh! to think of its sticking out an arm like that!” said a young girl. + </p> + <p> + “Dead folk have done more than that, sooner than want Christian burial,” + replied an old woman. + </p> + <p> + “I warrant ye they have. I can't look at it.” + </p> + <p> + “Is it cloth, or what?” inquired another. + </p> + <p> + “It's a kind of tweed, I think.” + </p> + <p> + “What's that glittering on its finger?” + </p> + <p> + “It's a ring—a gold ring.” + </p> + <p> + At this last revelation there was a fearful scream, and Grace Carden fell + senseless on the pavement. + </p> + <p> + A gentleman who had been hanging about and listening to the comments now + darted forward, with a face almost as white as her own, and raised her up, + and implored the people to get her a carriage. + </p> + <p> + It was Mr. Coventry. Little had he counted on this meeting. + Horror-stricken, he conveyed the insensible girl to her father's house. + </p> + <p> + He handed her over to the women, and fled, and the women brought her + round; but she had scarcely recovered her senses, when she uttered another + piercing scream, and swooned again. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0034" id="link2HCH0034"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXIV. + </h2> + <p> + Coventry passed a night of agony and remorse. He got up broken and + despondent, and went straight to Woodbine Villa to do a good action. + </p> + <p> + He inquired for Miss Carden. They told him she was very ill. He expressed + an earnest wish to see her. The servants told him that was impossible. + Nobody was allowed to see her but Dr. Amboyne. He went next day to Dr. + Amboyne, and the doctor told him that Miss Carden was dangerously ill. + Brain fever appeared inevitable. + </p> + <p> + “But, sir,” said Coventry, eagerly, “if one could prove to her that those + were not the remains of Henry Little?” + </p> + <p> + “How could you prove that? Besides, it would be no use now. She is + delirious. Even should she live, I should forbid the subject for many a + day. Indeed, none but the man himself could make her believe those remains + are not his; and even he could not save her now. If he stood by her + bedside, she would not know him.” + </p> + <p> + The doctor's lip trembled a little, and his words were so grave and solemn + that they struck to the miserable man's marrow. He staggered away, like a + drunken man, to his lodgings, and there flung himself on the floor, and + groveled in an agony of terror and remorse. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0035" id="link2HCH0035"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXV. + </h2> + <p> + One day it occurred to Raby he could play the misanthrope just as well at + home as abroad, so he returned home. + </p> + <p> + He found old Dence dead and buried, and Patty Dence gone to Australia with + her husband. + </p> + <p> + He heard Jael was in the hospital. He called at Woodbine villa, and they + told him Grace was lying between life and death. + </p> + <p> + He called on Dr. Amboyne, and found him as sad as he used to be gay. The + doctor told him all, and even took him to the town hall, and showed him an + arm and part of the trunk of a man preserved in spirits, and a piece of + tweed cloth, and a plain gold ring. + </p> + <p> + “There,” said he, “is all that remains to us of your nephew, and my + friend. Genius, beauty, courage—all come to this!” He could say no + more. + </p> + <p> + The tears filled Raby's eyes, and all his bitterness melted away. With + respect to his sister, he said he was quite willing to be reconciled, and + even to own himself in the wrong, if Dr. Amboyne, on reading the + correspondence, should think so. Dr. Amboyne said he would come to Raby + Hall for that purpose. He communicated this at once to Mrs. Little. + </p> + <p> + Grace had a favorable crisis, and in a few days more she was out of + danger, but in a deplorable state of weakness. Dr. Amboyne ordered her to + the sea-side. A carriage was prepared expressly for her, and her father + took her there. + </p> + <p> + Woodbine Villa was put up to let furnished, and it was taken by—Mr. + Coventry. + </p> + <p> + Jael Dence began to recover strength rapidly, but she wore at times a + confused look. The very day Grace left for Eastbank she was discharged as + cured, and left the hospital. This was in the morning. + </p> + <p> + In the afternoon Dr. Amboyne, being now relieved of his anxiety as to + Grace, remembered he had not been to see this poor girl for some time; so + he went to the hospital. + </p> + <p> + When he heard she was discharged, he felt annoyed with himself for not + having paid her closer attention. And besides, Grace had repeatedly told + him Jael Dence could make a revelation if she chose. And now, occupied + with Grace herself, he had neglected her wishes. + </p> + <p> + “Where is she gone? do you know?” + </p> + <p> + One of the nurses said she was gone home. + </p> + <p> + Another said the patient had told her she should go down to the works + first. + </p> + <p> + “And that is the very last place you should have let her go to,” said the + doctor. “A fine shock the poor creature will get there. You want her back + here again, I suppose!” He felt uneasy, and drove down to the works. There + he made some inquiries among the women, and elicited that Jael Dence had + turned faint at sight of the place, and they had shown her, at her + request, where she had been picked up, and had told her about the + discovery of Little's remains, and she had persuaded a little girl to go + to the town hall with her. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, the tongue! the tongue!” groaned Amboyne. + </p> + <p> + He asked to see the little girl, and she came forward of her own accord, + and told him she had gone to the town hall with the lass, “but” + (regretfully) “that the man would not show them it without an order from + the Mayor.” + </p> + <p> + “IT!” + </p> + <p> + Dr. Amboyne said he was very glad that common sense had not quite deserted + the earth. “And where did you go next?” + </p> + <p> + “I came back here.” + </p> + <p> + “So I see; but the lass?” + </p> + <p> + “She said she should go home. 'My dear,' says she, 'there's nobody left me + here; I'll go and die among my own folk.' That was her word.” + </p> + <p> + “Poor thing! poor thing! Why—” + </p> + <p> + He stopped short, for that moment he remembered Raby had said old Dence + was dead, and Patty gone to Australia. If so, here was another blow in + store for poor Jael, and she weakened by a long illness. + </p> + <p> + He instantly resolved to drive after her, and see whether she was really + in a fit state to encounter so many terrible shocks. If not, he should + take her back to the infirmary, or into his own house; for he had a great + respect for her, and indeed for all her family. + </p> + <p> + He drove fast, but he could see nothing of her on the road. So then he + went on to Cairnhope. + </p> + <p> + He stopped at the farm-house. It was sadly deteriorated in appearance. + Inside he found only an old carter and his daughter. The place was in + their charge. + </p> + <p> + The old man told him apathetically Jael had come home two hours ago and + asked for her father and Patty, and they had told her the old farmer was + dead and buried, and Patty gone to foreign parts. + </p> + <p> + “What, you blurted it out like that! You couldn't put yourself in that + poor creature's place, and think what a blow it would be? How, in Heaven's + name, did she take it?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, sir, she stared a bit, and looked stupid-like; and then she sat + down. She sat crowded all together like in yon corner best part of an + hour, and then she got up and said she must go and see his grave.” + </p> + <p> + “You hadn't the sense to make her eat, of course?” + </p> + <p> + “My girl here set meat afore her, but she couldn't taste it.” + </p> + <p> + Dr. Amboyne drove to Raby Hall and told Raby. Raby said he would have Jael + up to the hall. It would be a better place for her now than the farm. He + ordered a room to be got ready for her, and a large fire lighted, and at + the same time ordered the best bedroom for Dr. Amboyne. “You must dine and + sleep here,” said he, “and talk of old times.” + </p> + <p> + Dr. Amboyne thanked him—it was dusk by this time—and was soon + seated at that hospitable table, with a huge wood fire blazing genially. + </p> + <p> + Meantime Jael Dence sat crouched upon her father's grave, stupefied with + grief. When she had crouched there a long time she got up, and muttered, + “Dead and gone! dead and gone!” + </p> + <p> + Then she crept up to the old church, and sat down in the porch, benumbed + with grief, and still a little confused in her poor head. + </p> + <p> + She sat there for nearly two hours, and then she got up, and muttered, + “Dead and gone—he is dead and gone!” and wandered on the hill + desolate. + </p> + <p> + Her feet wandered, her brain wandered. She found herself at last in a + place she recognized. It was Squire Raby's lawn. The moon had just risen, + and shone on the turf, and on the little river that went curling round + with here and there a deep pool. + </p> + <p> + She crept nearer, and saw the great bay-window, and a blaze of light + behind it. + </p> + <p> + There she had sung the great Noel with her father; and now he was dead and + gone. + </p> + <p> + There she had been with Henry Little, and seen him recognize his mother's + picture; and now he was dead and gone. She had saved his life in vain; he + was dead and gone. Every body was dead and gone. + </p> + <p> + She looked up at the glowing window. She looked down at the pool, with the + moon kissing it. + </p> + <p> + She flung her arms up with a scream of agony, and sunk into the deep pool, + where the moon seemed most to smile on it. + </p> + <p> + Directly after dinner Dr. Amboyne asked to see the unhappy correspondence + of which he was to be the judge. + </p> + <p> + Raby went for the letters, and laid them before him. He took up the fatal + letter. “Why, this is not written by Mrs. Little. I know her neat Italian + hand too well. See how the letters slant and straggle.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh! but you must allow for the writer's agitation.” + </p> + <p> + “Why should I allow for it? YOU DIDN'T. Who can look at this scrawl, and + not see that the poor heart-broken creature was not herself when she wrote + it? This is not a letter, it is a mere scream of agony. Put yourself in + her place. Imagine yourself a woman—a creature in whom the feelings + overpower the judgment. Consider the shock, the wound, the frenzy; and, + besides, she had no idea that you left this house to get her husband the + money from your own funds.” + </p> + <p> + “She never shall know it either.” + </p> + <p> + “She does know it. I have told her. And, poor thing, she thinks she was + the only one to blame. She seeks your forgiveness. She pines for it. This + is the true cause of her illness; and I believe, if you could forgive her + and love her, it might yet save her life.” + </p> + <p> + “Then tell her I blame myself as much as her. Tell her my house, my arms, + and my heart are open to her. Amboyne, you are a true friend, and a worthy + man. God bless you. How shall we get her here, poor soul? Will you go for + her, or shall I?” + </p> + <p> + “Let me sleep on that,” said Dr. Amboyne. + </p> + <p> + In the course of the evening, Dr. Amboyne told Raby all the reports about + Jael Dence and Henry Little. + </p> + <p> + “What does that matter now?” said Raby, with a sigh. + </p> + <p> + Whenever a servant came into the room, Amboyne asked him if Jael had + arrived. + </p> + <p> + Raby shared his curiosity, but not his anxiety. “The girl knows her + friends,” said he. “She will have her cry out, you may depend; but after + that she will find her way here, and, when she has got over it a little, I + shall be sure to learn from her whether he was her lover, and where he was + when the place was blown up. A Dence never lies to a Raby.” + </p> + <p> + But when nine o'clock struck, and there were no tidings of her, Raby began + to share the doctor's uneasiness, and also to be rather angry and + impatient. + </p> + <p> + “Confound the girl!” said he. “Her grandfathers have stood by mine, in + their danger and trouble, for two hundred years; and now, in her trouble, + she slinks away from me.” + </p> + <p> + “Put yourself in her place,” said Amboyne. “Ten to one she thinks you are + offended about her and Henry. She is afraid to come near you.” + </p> + <p> + “What, when I ask her?” + </p> + <p> + “Through your stupid lazy servants, who, to save themselves trouble, have + very likely told somebody else to tell her; and we know what comes of that + process. Ten to one the invitation has either missed her altogether, or + come to her divested of all that is kind and soothing. And remember, she + is not a man. She is a poor girl, full of shame and apprehension, and + needs a gentle encouraging hand to draw her here. Do, for once, put + yourself in a woman's place—you were born of a woman.” + </p> + <p> + “You are right,” said Raby. “I will send down a carriage for her, with a + line in my own hand.” + </p> + <p> + He did so. + </p> + <p> + At eleven the servant came back with the news that Jael Dence was not at + home. She had been seen wandering about the country, and was believed to + be wrong in her head. George, the blacksmith, and others, were gone up to + the old church after her. + </p> + <p> + “Turn out with torches, every man Jack of you, and find her,” said Raby. + </p> + <p> + As for Raby and Amboyne, they sat by the fireside and conversed together—principally + about poor Mrs. Little; but the conversation was languid. + </p> + <p> + A few minutes after midnight a terrible scream was heard. It was uttered + out of doors, yet it seemed to penetrate the very room where Raby and + Amboyne were seated. Both men started to their feet. The scream was not + repeated. They looked at each other. + </p> + <p> + “It was in my garden,” said Raby; and, with some little difficulty, he + opened the window and ran out, followed by Amboyne. + </p> + <p> + They looked, but could see nothing. + </p> + <p> + But, with that death-shriek ringing in their ears, they wasted no time. + Raby waved Amboyne to the left, and himself dashed off to the right, and + they scoured the lawn in less than a minute. + </p> + <p> + A cry of horror from Raby! He had found the body of a woman floating in a + pool of the river, head downward. + </p> + <p> + He dashed into the water directly and drew it to the bank; Dr. Amboyne + helped him, and they got it out on dry land. The face was ghastly, the + body still. + </p> + <p> + “Turn her face downward,” said Amboyne, “give her every chance. Carry her + gently.” + </p> + <p> + One took the shoulders, the other the feet; they carried her slowly in and + laid her gently down before the fire. + </p> + <p> + She lay like dripping marble. + </p> + <p> + Her clothes clinging tightly round her, revealed her marvelous form and + limbs of antique mold—but all so deadly still. + </p> + <p> + Amboyne kneeled over her, searching, in vain, for some sign of life. He + groaned. + </p> + <p> + “Oh!” said he, “is it possible that such a creature as this can be cut off + in its prime?” + </p> + <p> + “Dead!” cried Raby, trembling all over. “Oh, God forbid! One of her + ancestors saved a Raby's life in battle, another saved a Raby in a foaming + flood; and I couldn't save her in a dead pool! She is the last of that + loyal race, and I'm the last Raby. Farewell, Dence! Farewell, Raby!” + </p> + <p> + While he bemoaned her thus, and his tears actually dripped upon her pale + face, Amboyne detected a slight quivering in the drowned woman's throat. + </p> + <p> + “Hush?” said he to Raby. + </p> + <p> + There was a pair of old-fashioned bellows by the side of the fire; Amboyne + seized them, and opened Jael's mouth with more ease than he expected. + “That is a good sign,” said he. + </p> + <p> + He inflated the bellows, and inserted the tube very carefully; then he + discharged the air, then gently sucked it back again. When he had done + this several times something like a sigh escaped from Jael's breast. The + doctor removed the bellows, and felt her heart and examined her eyes. + “Curious!” said he. “Give me some brandy. It is more like syncope than + drowning.” + </p> + <p> + Acting on this notion, he laid her flat on her back, and applied neat + brandy to her nostrils and ears. + </p> + <p> + After a while she moved her whole body like a wounded snake, and moaned + feebly. + </p> + <p> + Raby uttered a loud shout of joy. “She is saved!” he cried. “She is + saved!” He jumped about the room like a boy, and, anxious to do something + or other, was for ringing up the female servants. But Amboyne would not + hear of it. “On the contrary,” said he, “lock the door, and let only you + and I see the poor girl's distress when she comes back to this bitter + world. Raby, don't you shut your eyes to the truth. This was no accident.” + </p> + <p> + “I am afraid not,” said Raby. “She knows the water as well as I do, and + she picked out the deepest hole: poor girl! poor girl” + </p> + <p> + He then asked Amboyne in a whisper what he thought she would do when she + came to her senses. + </p> + <p> + “Impossible to say. She may be violent, and if so we shall have enough to + do to hold her. They tell me she threw that workman like a sack.” + </p> + <p> + At this moment Jael stretched her great arms and sighed. The movement, + though gentle and feminine, had a grandeur and freedom that only goes with + power. + </p> + <p> + The doctor lowered his voice to a whisper. “She is a good Christian, and + most likely she will be penitent, and then she will cry her heart out. Any + way, she is pretty sure to be hysterical, so mind and be firm as well as + kind. There, her color is coming back. Now put yourself in her place. You + and I must call this an accident. Stick to that through thick and thin. + Ah, she is coming round safe. She shall see you first. You take her right + hand, and look at her with all the pity and kindness I am sure you feel.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Raby took Jael's hand in both his, and fixed his eyes on her with pity + and anxiety. + </p> + <p> + She came to her senses, and stared at him a long time. + </p> + <p> + Then she looked down at her wet clothes. Then she snatched her hand away, + and covered her face with both hands, and began to rock and moan, and + finally turned round and hid her face against the very floor as if she + would grovel and burrow into it. + </p> + <p> + “Are you better, my dear?” said the doctor, quietly. + </p> + <p> + No reply. And the face still crushed against the floor. + </p> + <p> + “The next time you faint away, don't let it be on the banks of a river. + You have been going too long without food; and you fainted away and fell + into the river. Luckily it was not very deep or it might have been + serious. You have given us a fine fright, I can tell you.” + </p> + <p> + While these words were being uttered, Jael, who did not miss a syllable, + began to look very, very slowly round with scared and troubled eyes, and + to defend herself. “I remember naught,” said she, doggedly. “Who took me + out?” + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Raby.” + </p> + <p> + She looked timidly at him, and saw his wet clothes. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, squire, why did you spoil your clothes for me?” and she laid her head + on his knee and began to cry. + </p> + <p> + “My clothes!” said Raby. “The girl wants to break my heart.” + </p> + <p> + “Eh, dear! and I've spoiled the beautiful carpet,” said Jael, piteously. + </p> + <p> + “D—n the carpet!” said Raby, nearly blubbering. + </p> + <p> + All this time Amboyne was putting himself in Jael's Dence's place. + </p> + <p> + “Is there a good fire in her room?” asked he, with a significant look. + </p> + <p> + Raby took the hint, and said he would go and see. + </p> + <p> + As soon as he was out of the room, the transmigrator began to talk very + fast to Jael. “Now look here, Jael, that poor man is alone in the world + now, and very sad; he wants you to keep his house for him. He has been + sending messages all day after you, and your room has been ready ever so + long.” + </p> + <p> + “My room in this house?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes. But we could not find you. However, here you are. Now you must not + go back to the farm. The poor squire won't be quite so sad if he sees you + about him. You know he was always fond of you Dences. You should have seen + him cry over you just now when he thought you were dead.” + </p> + <p> + “I am more cared for than I thought,” said Jael, softly. + </p> + <p> + “Yes, but not more than you deserve, my dear.” He dipped a sponge-cake in + wine. “Oblige me by eating that.” + </p> + <p> + She took it submissively. + </p> + <p> + “Now another.” + </p> + <p> + She ate another, and a third. + </p> + <p> + “It's a very wicked lass you are so good to,” said she, softly, and some + gentle tears began to flow. + </p> + <p> + “Stuff and nonsense!” said the doctor. “What do you know about wickedness? + I'm a better judge of that than you, and I say you are the best girl and + the most unselfish girl in the world; and the proof is that, instead of + sitting down and nursing your own griefs, you are going to pluck up + courage, and be a comfort to poor Mr. Raby in his lonely condition.” + </p> + <p> + These words appeared to sink into Jael's mind: she put her hands to her + head, and pondered them. Perhaps she might have replied to them, but Raby + came down, and ordered her to her apartment. + </p> + <p> + She took a step or two in that direction, but presently drew back and + would not move. “The women-folk! They'll see me on the stair, this + figure.” + </p> + <p> + “Not they. They are all in bed.” + </p> + <p> + “Are they so? Then please let me go to the kitchen for a dry cloth or + two.” + </p> + <p> + “What to do?” + </p> + <p> + “To dry the rug a bit. Just look—what a mess I've made!” + </p> + <p> + “I'll say it was the dog.” + </p> + <p> + “Will you, though? Oh, but you are a good friend to me this night. Then + I'll go. Let me wring my gown a bit, not to mess the stairs as well.” + </p> + <p> + “No, no; I'll take all the blame. Will you go, or must the doctor and I + carry you?” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, nay, there's no need. Your will is my pleasure, sir.” + </p> + <p> + So Mr. Raby showed Jael to her room, and opened a great wardrobe, and took + out several armfuls of antique female habiliments, and flung them on the + floor; rich velvets, more or less faded, old brocades, lace scarves, + chemises with lace borders; in short, an accumulation of centuries. He + soon erected a mound of these things in the middle of the floor, and told + her to wear what she liked, but to be sure and air the things well first; + “for,” said he, “it is a hundred years or so since they went on any + woman's back. Now, say your prayers like a good girl, and go to bed.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay,” said Jael, solemnly, “I shall say my prayers, you may be sure.” + </p> + <p> + As he left the room she said, in a sort of patient way, “Good squire, I am + willing to live, since you are so lonely.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0036" id="link2HCH0036"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXVI. + </h2> + <p> + Early next morning Mr. Raby was disturbed by female voices in a high key. + He opened his window quietly, intending to throw in his bass with + startling effect, when, to his surprise, he found the disputants were his + dairymaid and Jael Dence. + </p> + <p> + “And who are you that interferes with me in my work? Where do you come + from? Did ye get in over the wall? for ye never came in at no door. Who + are you?” + </p> + <p> + “I am one who won't see the good squire wronged. Aren't ye ashamed? What, + eat his bread, and take his wage, and then steal his butter!” + </p> + <p> + “If ye call me a thief, I'll law ye. Thief yourself! you don't belong to + the house; whose gown have you got on your back? Here, James! Tom! here's + a strange woman making off with the squire's lady's clothes, and two + pounds of butter to boot.” + </p> + <p> + Jael was taken aback for a moment by this audacious attack, and surveyed + her borrowed habiliments with a blush of confusion. Several servants came + about at the noise, and her situation bade fair to be a very unpleasant + one: but Mr. Raby put in his word; “Hold your tongues, all of ye. Now, + Jael Dence, what is the matter?” + </p> + <p> + Instantly all eyes were turned up to the window with a start, and Jael + told her tale: “Sir,” said she, “I did see this young woman take out + something from under her apron and give it to a little girl. I thought + there was something amiss, and I stopped the girl at the gate, and + questioned her what she was carrying off so sly. She gives a squeak and + drops it directly, and takes to her heels. I took it up and brought it in, + and here it is, two beautiful pounds of butter, fresh churned; look else!”—here + she undid a linen wrap, and displayed the butter—“so I challenged + the dairymaid here. She says I'm a thief—and that I leave to you, + Squire; you know whether I come of thieves or honest folk; but what I want + to know from her is, why her lass dropped the butter and took to her heels + at a word?” + </p> + <p> + “Now, my good Jael,” said the Squire, “if you are going to interfere every + time you catch my servants pilfering, you will have a hard time of it. + However, zeal is too rare a thing for me to discourage it. I must make an + example. Hy, you young woman: I dare say you are no worse than the rest, + but you are the one that is found out; so you must pack up your clothes + and begone.” + </p> + <p> + “Not without a month's warning, or a month's wage, sir, it you please,” + said the dairymaid, pertly. + </p> + <p> + “If I catch you in the house when I come down, I'll send you to prison on + my own warrant, with the butter tied round your neck.” + </p> + <p> + At this direful threat the offender began to blubber, and speedily + disappeared to pack her box. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Raby then told the other servants that Jael Dence was the new + housekeeper, and that a person of her character was evidently required in + the house; they must all treat her with respect, or leave his service. + Thereupon two gave warning, and Mr. Raby, who never kept a servant a day + after that servant had given him warning, had them up to his room, and + paid them a month's wages. “And now,” said he, “for the honor of the + house, don't leave us fasting, but eat a good breakfast, and then go to + the devil.” + </p> + <p> + At his own breakfast he related the incident to Dr. Amboyne, with a + characteristic comment: “And the fools say there is nothing in race. So + likely, that of all animals man alone should be exempt from the law of + nature! Take a drowning watch-dog out of the water and put him in a + strange house, he is scarcely dry before he sets to work to protect it. + Take a drowning Dence into your house, and she is up with the lark to look + after your interests. That girl connive and let the man be robbed whose + roof shelters her? She COULDN'T; it is not in her blood. I'm afraid + there's to be a crusade against petty larceny in this house, and more row + about it than it is worth. No matter; I shall support the crusader, on + principle. It is not for me to check honest impulses, nor to fight against + nature in almost the only thing where she commands my respect.” + </p> + <p> + “Very well,” said the doctor, “that is settled: so now let us talk of + something more important. How are we to get your sister, in her delicate + state, from Wales to this place?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, I will go for her myself, to be sure.” + </p> + <p> + “Raby, your heart is in the right place, after all. But when she is here, + how are we to conceal her unhappy son's fate from her? It will be more + difficult than ever, now Jael Dence is in the house.” + </p> + <p> + “Why so? We must take the girl into our confidence—that is all.” + </p> + <p> + “The sooner the better then. Let us have her in here.” + </p> + <p> + Jael was sent for, and Mr. Raby requested her to take a seat, and give all + her attention to something Dr. Amboyne had to say. + </p> + <p> + Dr. Amboyne then told her, with quiet earnestness, that Mrs. Little was at + present so ill and weak he felt sure the news of Henry's death would kill + her. + </p> + <p> + “Ay, poor soul!” said Jael, and began to cry bitterly. + </p> + <p> + The doctor held his peace, and cast a disconsolate look on Raby, as much + as to say, “We shall get no efficient aid in this quarter.” + </p> + <p> + After a little while Jael dried her eyes, and said, “Go on, sir. I must + needs cry before you now and then: 'tisn't to say I shall ever cry before + HER.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, then, if we CAN get her safe to this place, and keep her in the + dark for a few months, I think we may save her life. Every thing else will + be in her favor here: her native air, cherished memories, her brother's + love—and, after all, it was fretting about her quarrel with him that + first undermined her health and spirits. Well, we shall remove the cause, + and then perhaps the effect may go. But how are we to keep the sad truth + from her?” + </p> + <p> + “Let me think,” said Jael Dence. “My head is a deal clearer since last + night.” + </p> + <p> + She leaned her chin upon her hand, and her face and brow showed signs of + intellectual power no one had ever observed in them before. + </p> + <p> + “Who is to go for her?” said she at last. + </p> + <p> + “I am going myself.” + </p> + <p> + “That is a mistake at starting, begging your worship's pardon. Why, the + very sight of you might startle her into her grave. Nay, you'll give me + the money—for mine is all in the savings bank—and I shall go + for her myself. I shall tell her squire is longing for her, and that I'm + to be here for fear she might feel strange. She always liked me, poor + soul. I shall get her safe here, you needn't fear for that. But when she + is here”—the chin rested on the hand again—“well, the doctor + must forbid visitors. Miss Grace must be told not to write. Every + newspaper must be read before she is allowed to see it. And, squire, you + will be very kind to her when you are in her company; but we must manage, + somehow or other, so that you can keep out of her way.” + </p> + <p> + “What for, in heaven's name?” + </p> + <p> + “Sir, we shall have to lie from morn to night; and you will be a bungler + at that, saving your presence. If there's a servant left in the house who + knows, I'd give that servant a present, and part with her before Mrs. + Little sets her foot in the house.” + </p> + <p> + “This sounds very sensible,” said Raby. “I am a novice at lying. But I + shall cultivate the art for poor Edith's sake. I'm not a fanatic: there is + justifiable homicide, so why not justifiable facticide?” + </p> + <p> + “Raby,” said the doctor, “this young woman has said enough to show me that + she is more fit to conduct this delicate undertaking than either you or I. + Let us profit by the discovery, put our vanity in our pocket, and give her + the command. My dear, you see the importance, you see the difficulty; now + will you undertake it?” + </p> + <p> + “I will, sir,” said Jael, firmly; “and I look to succeed, God willing. I + shall be in Wales this afternoon.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, but would you not be the better yourself for one day's rest?” + </p> + <p> + “No, sir. I've learned, with a sad heart, what one day may bring forth. + After that, I'm sworn never to throw away a day. And, as for sitting down + and thinking, 'tis the worst thing I can do. I do thank God that in this, + my own heavy trouble, I'm not tied to my sad thoughts, but can get about, + and do a little of good for Raby House. Do what I will, 'tis but giving + them back one pig out of their own farrow; for we owe all we have to + them.” + </p> + <p> + With this she retired to prepare for her journey, leaving both the + gentlemen lost in admiration of her simple virtues, and the clear + intelligence she had shown them in few words. + </p> + <p> + She traveled into Wales that very day, and many a burst of bitter grief + she had all by herself in the train. + </p> + <p> + At six P.M. she stood before Mrs. Little with a smiling countenance. Mrs. + Little welcomed her with some little pleasure and much surprise. + </p> + <p> + “Good news, madam,” said Jael. “Squire Raby has sent me to bring you to + Raby Hall. He wanted to come himself, but I would not let him.” + </p> + <p> + “That is good news,” said Mrs. Little languidly. “Now I shall die at peace + with my brother—at peace with all mankind, I hope.” + </p> + <p> + “You'll die when your time comes,” said Jael. “But you have got a shorter + journey before you at present, and that is to Raby Hall.” + </p> + <p> + “Raby Hall! I shall never see it again. I have no strength to move. I am + worn out with the battle of life. Stay with me here, and close my eyes.” + </p> + <p> + “Of course I shall stay with you,” said Jael, and began to gossip with + every appearance of carelessness. + </p> + <p> + Next morning, with infinite difficulty, she persuaded the poor jaundiced + lady to show her Aberystwith. She took the tickets herself, and got her + patient half-way to Hillsborough; next day, with less difficulty, to Raby + Hall. All had been settled before. Edith little was shown into her old + bedroom, adorned with pyramids of flowers in her honor; and there she + found a loving line from Guy, begging her pardon for his past harshness, + and telling her she was to send for him as soon as she felt strong enough + to meet. + </p> + <p> + That evening brother and sister were clasped in each other's arms, and + wept tears of affection and regret over each other. + </p> + <p> + Jael Dence slept on a camp-bed in Mrs. Little's room, which was very + spacious, and watched her, and was always about her. Under private advice + from Dr. Amboyne, she superintended her patient's diet, and, by soft, + indomitable perseverance, compelled her to walk every day, and fight + against her fatal lassitude. + </p> + <p> + Heaven rewarded her by giving her a warm and tender affection for her poor + patient that did something to fill her own yearning and desolate heart. + </p> + <p> + Here I must leave them both for the present, and show how these events + affected the main characters of my story. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0037" id="link2HCH0037"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXVII. + </h2> + <p> + Just outside the little sea-side town of Eastbank is a house which, being + very old, contrasts agreeably with the pretentious villas fashion has + raised. It is gloomy inside, yet outside it looks like a cottage: low, + rambling, gabled, and picturesque. It stands on a slope just above the + sea, and its front garden runs down almost to the sea-shore. The aspect is + southerly. The placid sea looks like a beautiful lake; for, about two + miles out, a great tongue of land runs across and keeps the tempests out. + </p> + <p> + The cottage itself was now closed deep with green creepers, and its + veranda with jessamine; and the low white walls of the garden were + beautiful with vine-leaves and huge fig-leaves, that ran up them and about + them, and waved over them in tropical luxuriance. In short, the house was + a very bower, and looked the abode of bliss; and this time last year a + young couple had spent their honeymoon there, and left it with a sigh. But + one place sees many minds; and now this sweet place was the bed on which + dropped the broken lily of this tale, Grace Carden. + </p> + <p> + She lay in the warm air of the veranda, and turned her hollow eyes upon + the sea; and every day life crept slowly back to her young body, but not + to her desolate heart. + </p> + <p> + A brain fever either kills or blunts, and Grace's agony was blunted. Her + mind was in a strange state. She was beginning to look two things in the + face: that the man she loved was dead; that the man she loved, and had + nearly died for, had loved another as well as herself: and this last + grief, strange to say, was the saving of her. She forgave him with all her + heart, for he was dead; she made excuses for him, for she loved him; but + since his whole heart had not been hers, her pride and modesty rebelled + against dying for him, and she resolved to live; she fought hard to live + and get well. Finally, being a very woman, though a noble one, she hated + Jael Dence. + </p> + <p> + She was not alone in the world. Her danger, her illness, and her misery + had shown her the treasure of a father's love. He had found this sweet + bower for her; and here he sat for hours by her side, and his hand in + hers, gazing on her with touching anxiety and affection. Business + compelled him to run into Hillsborough now and then, but he dispatched it + with feverish haste, and came back to her: it drove him to London; but he + telegraphed to her twice a day, and was miserable till he got back. She + saw the man of business turned into a man of love for her, and she felt + it. “Ah, papa,” she said one day, “I little thought you loved your poor + Grace so much. You don't love any other child but me, do you, papa?” and + with this question she clung weeping round his neck. + </p> + <p> + “My darling child, there's nothing on earth I love but you. When shall I + see you smile again?” + </p> + <p> + “In a few hours, years. God knows.” + </p> + <p> + One evening—he had been in Hillsborough that day—he said, “My + dear, I have seen an old friend of yours to-day, Mr. Coventry. He asked + very kindly after you.” + </p> + <p> + Grace made no reply. + </p> + <p> + “He is almost as pale as you are. He has been very ill, he tells me. And, + really, I believe it was your illness upset him.” + </p> + <p> + “Poor Mr. Coventry!” said Grace, but with a leaden air of indifference. + </p> + <p> + “I hope I didn't do wrong, but when he asked after you so anxiously, I + said, 'Come, and see for yourself.' Oh, you need not look frightened; he + is not coming. He says you are offended with him.” + </p> + <p> + “Not I. What is Mr. Coventry to me?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, he thinks so. He says he was betrayed into speaking ill to you of + some one who, he thought, was living; and now that weighs upon his + conscience.” + </p> + <p> + “I can't understand that. I am miserable, but let me try and be just. + Papa, Mr. Coventry was trying to comfort me, in his clumsy way; and what + he said he did not invent—he heard it; and so many people say so + that I—I—oh, papa! papa!” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Carden dropped the whole subject directly. + </p> + <p> + However, she returned to it herself, and said, listlessly, that Mr. + Coventry, in her opinion, had shown more generosity than most people would + in his case. She had no feeling against him; he was of no more importance + in her eyes than that stool, and he might visit her if he pleased, but on + one condition—that he should forget all the past, and never presume + to speak to her of love. “Love! Men are all incapable of it.” She was + thinking of Henry, even while she was speaking of his rival. + </p> + <p> + The permission, thus limited, was conveyed to Mr. Coventry by his friend + Carden; but he showed no hurry to take advantage of it; and, as for Grace, + she forgot she had given it. + </p> + <p> + But this coolness of Coventry's was merely apparent. He was only awaiting + the arrival of Patrick Lally from Ireland. This Lally was an old and + confidential servant, who had served him formerly in many intrigues, and + with whom he had parted reluctantly some months ago, and allowed him a + small pension for past services. He dared not leave the villa in charge of + any person less devoted to him than this Lally. + </p> + <p> + The man arrived at last, received minute instructions, and then Mr. + Coventry went to Eastbank. + </p> + <p> + He found what seemed the ghost of Grace Carden lying on the sofa, looking + on the sea. + </p> + <p> + At the sight of her he started back in dismay. + </p> + <p> + “What have I done?” + </p> + <p> + Those strange words fell from him before he knew what he was saying. + </p> + <p> + Grace heard them, but did not take the trouble to inquire into their + meaning. She said, doggedly, “I am alive, you see. Nothing kills. It is + wonderful: we die of a fall, of a blow, of swallowing a pin; yet I am + alive. But never mind me; you look unwell yourself. What is the matter?” + </p> + <p> + “Can you ask me?” + </p> + <p> + At this, which implied that her illness was the cause of his, she turned + her head away from him with weariness and disgust, and looked at the sea, + and thought of the dead. + </p> + <p> + Coventry sat speechless, and eyed her silent figure with miserable + devotion. He was by her side once more, and no rival near. He set himself + to study all her moods, and began by being inoffensive to her; in time he + might be something more. + </p> + <p> + He spent four days in Eastbank, and never uttered a word of love; but his + soft soothing voice was ever in her ear, and won her attention now and + then; not often. + </p> + <p> + When he left her, she did not ask him to come again. + </p> + <p> + Her father did, though, and told him to be patient; better days were in + store. “Give her time,” said he, “and, a month or two hence, if you have + the same feeling for her you used to have—” + </p> + <p> + “I love her more than ever. I worship her—” + </p> + <p> + “Then you will have me on your side, stronger than ever. But you must give + her time.” + </p> + <p> + And now Coventry had an ally far more powerful than himself—an ally + at once zealous and judicious. Mr. Carden contented himself at first with + praising him in general terms; next he affected to laugh at him for + renting the villa, merely to be in the place which Grace had occupied. + Then Grace defended him. “Don't laugh at an honest love. Pity it. It is + all we can do, and the least we can do.” + </p> + <p> + But when he advanced further, and began to remind his daughter she had + once given this gentleman hopes, and all but engaged herself to him, she + drew back with fear and repugnance, and said, “If he can not forget that, + pray let him never come near me again.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh,” said Mr. Carden, “I believe he has no hopes of the kind; it is of + you I am thinking, not of him. It has got about that poor Little had a + connection with some girl in humble life, and that he was in love with + her, and you in love with him. That wounds a father's pride, and makes me + grateful to Coventry for his unshaken devotion, whilst others are sneering + at my poor child for her innocent love.” + </p> + <p> + Grace writhed, and the tears ran down her cheeks at this. “Oh, spare the + dead!” she faltered. + </p> + <p> + Then her father kissed her, and begged her to forgive him; he would avoid + all these topics in future: and so he did, for some time; but what he had + said rankled. + </p> + <p> + A few days after this Coventry came again, and did nothing but soothe + Grace with words; only he managed so that Grace should detect him looking + very sad when he was not actually employed in cheering her. + </p> + <p> + She began to pity him a little, and wonder at his devotion. + </p> + <p> + He had not been gone many hours when another visitor arrived quite + unexpectedly—Mr. Raby. He came to tell her his own news, and warn + her of the difficult game they were now playing at Raby Hall, that she + might not thwart it inadvertently. + </p> + <p> + Grace was much agitated, and shed tears of sympathy. She promised, with a + sigh, to hold no communication with Mrs. Little. She thought it very hard, + but she promised. + </p> + <p> + In the course of his narrative Mr. Raby spoke very highly of Jael Dence, + and of her conduct in the matter. + </p> + <p> + To this Grace did not respond. She waited her opportunity, and said, + keenly and coldly, “How did she come to be in your house?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, that is a secret.” + </p> + <p> + “Can you not trust me with a secret?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh yes,” said Raby, “provided you will promise faithfully to tell no + one.” + </p> + <p> + Grace promised, and he then told her that Jael Dence, in a moment of + desperation, had thrown herself into the river at the back of his house. + “Poor girl!” said he, “her brain was not right at the time. Heaven keep us + all from those moments of despair. She has got over it now, and nurses and + watches my poor sister more like a mother watching her child than a young + woman taking care of an old one. She is the mainspring of the house.” + </p> + <p> + At all this Grace turned from pale to white, but said nothing; and Raby + ran on in praise of Jael, little dreaming what pain his words inflicted. + </p> + <p> + When he left her, she rose and walked down to the sea; for her tortured + spirit gave her body energy. Hitherto she found she had only suspected; + now she was sure. Hitherto she had feared Henry Little had loved Jael + Dence a little; now she was sure he had loved her best. Jael Dence would + not have attempted self-destruction for any man unless he loved her. The + very act proved her claim to him more eloquently than words could do. Now + she believed all—the anonymous letter—Mr. Coventry's report—the + woman's words who worked in the same factory, and could not be deceived. + And her godfather accepted Jael Dence and her claim to sympathy: she was + taken into his house, and set to nurse Henry Little's mother: poor Grace + was slighted on all sides; she must not even write to Mrs. Little, nor + take part in the pious falsehood they were concocting together, Raby and + his Jael Dence, whom everybody loved best—everybody except this poor + faithful ill-used wretch, Frederick Coventry; and him she hated for loving + her better than the man she loved had loved her. + </p> + <p> + Tender, but very proud, this sensitive creature saw herself dethroned from + her love. Jael Dence had eclipsed her in every way; had saved his life + with her strong arm, had almost perished with him; and had tried to kill + herself when he was dead. SHE was far behind this rival in every thing. + She had only loved, and suffered, and nearly died. “No, no,” she said to + herself, “she could not love him better than I did: but HE loved HER best; + and she knew it, and that made her arm strong to fight, and her heart + strong to die for him. I am nobody—nothing.” Then the scalding tears + ran down her cheeks. But soon her pride got the upper hand, and dried her + cheeks, and nearly maddened her. + </p> + <p> + She began to blush for her love, to blush for her illness. She rose into + that state of exasperation in which persons of her sex do things they look + back upon with wonder, and, strange to say, all this without one unkind + thought of him whose faults she saw, but excused—he was dead. + </p> + <p> + She now began to struggle visibly, and violently, against her deadly + sorrow. She forced herself to take walks and rides, and to talk, with + nothing to say. She even tried to laugh now and then. She made violent + efforts to be gracious and pitiful to Mr. Coventry, and the next minute + made him suffer for it by treating him like a troublesome hound. + </p> + <p> + He loved her madly, yet sometimes he felt tempted to kill her, and end + both her torture and his own. + </p> + <p> + Such was the inner life of Grace Carden for many days; devoid of striking + incident, yet well worthy of study by those who care to pierce below the + surface, and see what passes in the hearts of the unhappy, and to learn + how things come gradually about that sound incredible when not so traced, + yet are natural and almost inevitable results of certain conflicting + passions in a virgin heart. + </p> + <p> + One day Mr. Carden telegraphed from London to Mr. Coventry at Hillsborough + that he was coming down to Eastbank by the midday express, and would be + glad to meet him there at four o'clock. He also telegraphed to Grace, and + said, “Dinner at five.” + </p> + <p> + Both gentlemen arrived about the same time, a little before dinner. + </p> + <p> + Soon after dinner was over, Grace observed a restlessness in her father's + manner, which convinced her he had something private to say to Mr. + Coventry. Her suspicions were aroused: she fancied he was going to + encourage Mr. Coventry to court her. Instantly the whole woman was in + arms, and her love for the deceased came rushing back tenfold. She rose, + soon after dinner, and retired to the drawing-room; but, as soon as she + got there, she slipped quietly into the veranda, and lay softly down upon + her couch. The dining-room window was open, and with her quick ears, she + could hear nearly every word. + </p> + <p> + She soon found that all her bitterness and her preparation for hostilities + were wasted. Her father was telling Mr. Coventry the story of Richard + Martin; only he carried it a step further than I have done. + </p> + <p> + “Well, sir,” said he, “the money had not been paid more than a month, when + an insurance office down at Liverpool communicated with us. The same game + had been played with them; but, somehow, their suspicions were excited. We + compared notes with them, and set detectives to work. They traced Martin's + confederates, and found one of them was in prison awaiting his trial for + some minor offense. They worked on him to tell the truth (I am afraid they + compounded), and he let out the whole truth. Every one of those villains + could swim like ducks, and Richard Martin like a fish. Drowned? not he: he + had floated down to Greenwich or somewhere—the blackguard! and hid + himself. And what do you think the miscreants did next? Bought a dead + marine; and took him down in a box to some low public-house by the + water-side. They had a supper, and dressed their marine in Richard + Martin's clothes, and shaved its whiskers, and broke its tooth, and set it + up in a chair, with a table before it, and a pot of ale, and fastened a + pipe in its mouth; and they kept toasting this ghastly corpse as the thing + that was to make all their fortunes.” At this grotesque and horrible + picture, a sigh of horror was uttered in the veranda. Mr. Carden, occupied + with his narrative, did not hear it, but Coventry did. “Then, when it was + pitch dark, they staggered down to the water with it, and planted it in + the weeds. And, mark the cunning! when they had gone through their farce + of recognizing it publicly for Richard Martin, they bribed a churchwarden + and buried it under our very noses: it was all done in a way to take in + the very devil. There's no Richard Martin; there never was a Richard + Martin; there never will be: all this was contrived and executed by a + swindler well known to the police, only they can't catch him; he is here, + and there and everywhere; they call him 'Shifty Dick.' He and his + myrmidons have bled the 'Gosshawk' to the tune of nine hundred pounds.” + </p> + <p> + He drew his breath and proceeded more calmly. “However, a lesson of this + kind is never thrown away upon a public man, and it has given me some very + curious ideas about another matter. You know what I mean.” + </p> + <p> + Coventry stared, and looked quite taken aback by this sudden turn. + </p> + <p> + However he stammered out, “I suppose you mean—but, really, I can't + imagine what similarity—” he paused, and, inadvertently, his eye + glanced uneasily toward the veranda. + </p> + <p> + “Oh,” said Mr. Carden, “these diabolical frauds are not done upon one + pattern, or, of course, there would soon be an end of their success. But + come now, what proof have we got that what they found in the river at + Hillsborough was the remains of Henry Little?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't know, I am sure. But nobody seems to doubt it. The situation, the + clothes, the ring—so many coincidences.” + </p> + <p> + “That is all very well, if there were no rogues in the world. But there + are; and I know it, to my cost. The 'Gosshawk' has just lost nine hundred + pounds by not suspecting. It shall not lose five thousand by the same + weakness; I'll take care of that.” + </p> + <p> + He paused a moment, and then proceeded to argue the matter: + </p> + <p> + “The very idea of an imposture has never occurred to any body; in Little's + case, it did not occur to me until this business of Shifty Dick + enlightened me. But, come now, just admit the idea of imposture into that + honest, unsuspicious mind of yours, and you'll find the whole thing wears + a very doubtful appearance directly. A common workman—he was no more + at the time—insures his life, for how much? three hundred pounds? + no; five thousand. Within one year after that he disappears, under cover + of an explosion. Some weeks afterward—about as many as the Martin + swindle—there is found in the river a fragment of humanity; an arm, + and a hand, and a piece of a human trunk; but no face, mind you: arms are + pretty much alike, faces differ. The fragment is clad in brown tweed, and + Little wore brown tweed: that is all very well; but the marine was found + dressed from head to foot in Shifty Dick's very clothes. But let us go on. + There was a plain gold ring found on the hand in Hillsborough river, and + my poor daughter had given Little a plain gold ring. But what was there to + hinder an impostor from buying some pauper's body, and putting a plain + gold ring on the hand? Why, paupers' bodies are constantly sold, and the + funeral services gabbled over a coffin full of stones. If I had paper and + ink here, and could put Little's case and Martin's in two columns, I + should soon show you that Martin and his gang faced and overcame more and + greater difficulties in the way of imposture than any that have been + overcome in Little's case. The Martin gang dealt with the face; here, that + is shirked. The Martin gang planted a body, not a fragment. Does it not + strike you as very odd that the rest of Henry Little is not to be found? + It may be all right; but, of the two, I incline to think it is a plan, and + that some person, calling himself the heir or assign of Little, will soon + apply to the 'Gosshawk' for five thousand pounds. Well, let him. I shall + look on that person as the agent of a living man, not the heir of a dead + one; and I shall tell him I don't believe in arms, and shoulders, and + tweed suits, and plain gold rings—(why, wedding-rings are the very + things conjurors take from the public at random to play hanky-panky with; + they are so like one another). I shall demand to see the man's face; and + the mother who bore him must identify that face before I will pay one + shilling to his heirs or assigns. I am waiting to see who will come + forward and claim. Nobody moves; and that is curious. Well, when they do, + I shall be ready for them. You look pale! But no wonder: it is really no + subject for an after-dinner conversation.” + </p> + <p> + Coventry was pale indeed, and his mind all in a whirl as to what he should + say; for Mr. Carden's sagacity terrified him, and the worst of it was, he + felt sure that Grace Carden heard every word. + </p> + <p> + At last, however, his natural cunning came to his aid, and he made a very + artful speech, directed principally to his unseen hearer. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Carden,” said he, “this seems to me very shrewd; but surely it fails + in one respect: you leave the man's character out of the account. Mr. + Little came between me and one I love, and inflicted great misery on me; + but I will try and be just to him. I don't believe he was an impostor of + that kind. He was false in love; he had been reared amongst workmen, and + every body says he loved a working-girl more than he did your daughter; + but as for his cheating you or any other person out of five thousand + pounds, I can't believe it. They all say he was as honest a man in money + matters as ever breathed.” + </p> + <p> + “You judge him by yourself. Besides, men begin by deceiving women, but + they go on to—Why, Grace, my poor child—Good heavens! have you—?” + </p> + <p> + Grace was leaning against the open window, ghastly and terrible. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said she haughtily, “I have been guilty of the meanness of + listening, and I suffer for it. It is but one pang more to a broken heart. + Mr. Coventry, you are just, you are generous; and I will try and reward + you for those words. No, papa, no impostor, but a man sore tried, sore + tempted. If he is alive, we shall soon know.” + </p> + <p> + “How?” + </p> + <p> + “He will write—TO JAEL DENCE.” + </p> + <p> + Having uttered this strange speech, she rushed away with a wild cry of + agony, and nobody saw her face again that night. + </p> + <p> + She did not come down-stairs next day. Mr. Carden went up to her. He + stayed with her an hour, and came down looking much dejected; he asked Mr. + Coventry to take a turn in the garden with him. When they were alone, he + said, gravely, “Mr. Coventry, that unfortunate conversation of ours has + quite upset my poor girl. She tells me now she will not believe he is dead + until months and months have passed without his writing to Jael Dence.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, but, sir,” said Coventry, “could you not convince her?” + </p> + <p> + “How can I, when I am myself convinced he is alive, and will give us a + great deal of trouble yet? for it is clear to me the poor girl loves him + more than she knows. Look here, Coventry, there's no man I so desire for a + son-in-law as yourself; you have shown a patience, a fidelity!—but + as a just man, and a man of honor, I must now advise you to give up all + thoughts of her. You are not doing yourself justice; she will never marry + you while that man is alive and unmarried. I am provoked with her: she + will not leave her room while you are in the house. Shall I tell you what + she said? 'I respect him, I admire him, but I can't bear the sight of him + now.' That is all because I let out last night that I thought Little was + alive. I told her, alive or not, he was dead to her.” + </p> + <p> + “And what did she say to that?” + </p> + <p> + “Not a word. She wrung her hands, and burst out crying terribly. Ah! my + friend, may you never know what it is to be a father, and see your child + wring her hands, and cry her heart out, as I have seen mine.” + </p> + <p> + His own tears flowed, and his voice was choked. He faltered out, “We are + two miserable creatures; forgive us, and leave us to our fate.” + </p> + <p> + Coventry rose, sick at heart, and said, “Tell her I will not intrude upon + her.” + </p> + <p> + He telegraphed to Lally, and went back to Hillsborough as miserable as + those he left behind; but with this difference, he deserved his misery, + deserved it richly. + </p> + <p> + Ere he had been two days in Hillsborough a telegram came from him to Mr. + Carden: + </p> + <p> + “Re Little. Important discovery. Pray come here at once.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Carden had the prudence to withhold from Grace the nature of this + communication. He merely told her business called him suddenly to + Hillsborough. He started by the next train and found Mr. Coventry awaiting + him at “Woodbine Villa” with strange news: it was not conjecture, nor a + matter of deduction, but a piece of undeniable evidence; and it knocked + both Mr. Carden's theory and his daughter's to atoms at one blow. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0038" id="link2HCH0038"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXVIII. + </h2> + <p> + Meantime the history of Raby House was the history of what French + dramatists call “a pious lie.” + </p> + <p> + Its indirect effect in keeping Grace Carden apart both from Mrs. Little + and Jael Dence was unforeseen and disastrous; its immediate and direct + effect on Mrs. Little was encouraging to those concerned; what with the + reconciliation to her brother, the return to native air and beloved + scenes, the tenderness and firmness of Jael Dence, and the conviction that + her son was safe out of the clutches of the dreaded Unions, she picked up + flesh and color and spirit weekly. + </p> + <p> + By-and-by she turned round upon Jael Dence, and the nurse became the + pupil. Mrs. Little taught her grammar, pronunciation, dancing, carriage, + and deportment. Jael could already sing from notes; Mrs. Little taught her + to accompany herself on the pianoforte. The teacher was so vigilant, and + the pupil so apt and attentive, that surprising progress was made. To be + sure, they were together night and day. + </p> + <p> + This labor of love occupied Mrs. Little's mind agreeably, and, as the + pupil was equally resolute in making the teacher walk or ride on horseback + with her every day, the hours glided swiftly, and, to Mrs. Little, + pleasantly. + </p> + <p> + Her brother rather avoided her, by order of Jael Dence; but so many + probable reasons were given for his absences that she suspected nothing. + Only she said one day, “What a gad-about he is now. This comes of not + marrying. We must find him a wife.” + </p> + <p> + When he was at home they breakfasted together, all three, and then Mrs. + Little sometimes spoke of Henry, and so hopefully and cheerfully that a + great qualm ran through her hearers, and Raby, who could not command his + features so well as Jael could, looked gloomy, and sometimes retired + behind his newspaper. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Little observed this one day, and pointed it out to Jael. “Oh,” said + Jael, “take no notice. You know he wanted Mr. Henry to stay quietly here + and be his heir.” + </p> + <p> + “And so did I. But his very name seems to—” + </p> + <p> + “He likes him well, for all that, ma'am; only he won't own it yet. You + know what Squire is.” + </p> + <p> + “THE Squire you should say, dear. But, 'Mr. Raby' is better still. As a + rule, avoid all small titles: the doctor, the squire, the baronet, the + mayor.” + </p> + <p> + Jael seized this handle, and, by putting questions to her teacher, got her + away from the dangerous topic. + </p> + <p> + Ever on the watch, and occupied in many ways with Mrs. Little, Jael began + to recover resignation; but this could not be without an occasional + paroxysm of grief. + </p> + <p> + These she managed to hide from Mrs. Little. + </p> + <p> + But one day that lady surprised her crying. She stood and looked at her a + moment, then sat down quietly beside her and took her hand. Jael started, + and feared discovery. + </p> + <p> + “My child,” said Mrs. Little, “if you have lost a father, you have gained + a mother; and then, as to your sister, why my Henry is gone to the very + same country; yet, you see, I do not give way to sorrow. As soon as he + writes, I will beg him to make inquiries for Patty, and send them home if + they are not doing well.” Then Mrs. Little kissed Jael, and coaxed her and + rocked with her, and Jael's tears began to flow, no longer for her own + great grief, but for this mother, who was innocently consoling her, + unconscious of the blow that must one day fall upon herself. + </p> + <p> + So matters went on pretty smoothly; only one morning, speaking of Henry, + Mrs. Little surprised a look of secret intelligence between her brother + and Jael Dence. She made no remark at the time, but she puzzled in secret + over it, and began at last to watch the pair. + </p> + <p> + She asked Raby at dinner, one day, when she might hope to hear from Henry. + </p> + <p> + “I don't know,” said he, and looked at Jael Dence like a person watching + for orders. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Little observed this, and turned keenly round to Jael. + </p> + <p> + “Oh,” said Jael, “the doctor—I beg pardon, Dr. Amboyne—can + tell you that better than I can. It is a long way to Australia.” + </p> + <p> + “How you send me from one to another,” said Mrs. Little, speaking very + slowly. + </p> + <p> + They made no reply to that, and Mrs. Little said no more. But she pondered + all this. She wrote to Dr. Amboyne, and asked him why no letter had come + from Henry. + </p> + <p> + Dr. Amboyne wrote back that, even if he had gone in a steamboat, there was + hardly time for a letter to come back: but he had gone in a + sailing-vessel. “Give him three months and a half to get there, and two + months for his letters to come back.” + </p> + <p> + In this same letter he told her he was glad to hear she was renewing her + youth like an eagle, but reminded her it would entail some consequences + more agreeable to him than to her. + </p> + <p> + She laid down the letter with a blush and fell into a reverie. + </p> + <p> + Dr. Amboyne followed up this letter with a visit or two, and urged her to + keep her promise and marry him. + </p> + <p> + She had no excuse for declining, but she procrastinated: she did not like + to marry without consulting Henry, or, at least, telling him by letter. + </p> + <p> + And whilst she was thus temporizing, events took place at Eastbank which + ended by rudely disturbing the pious falsehood at Raby Hall. + </p> + <p> + That sequence of events began with the interview between Mr. Carden and + Mr. Coventry at Woodbine Villa. + </p> + <p> + “Little had made a will. My own solicitor drew it, and holds it at this + moment.” This was the intelligence Coventry had to communicate. + </p> + <p> + “Very well; then now I shall know who is coming to the 'Gosshawk' for the + five thousand pounds. That will be the next act of the comedy, you will + see.” + </p> + <p> + “Wait a moment. He leaves to Mrs. Little his own reversion to a sum of + nineteen hundred pounds, in which she has already the life interest; he + gives a hundred pounds to his sweetheart Dence: all the rest of his + estate, in possession or expectation, he bequeaths to—Miss Carden.” + </p> + <p> + “Good heavens! Why then—” Mr. Carden could say no more, for + astonishment. + </p> + <p> + “So,” said Coventry, “If he is alive, she is the confederate who is to + profit by the fraud; those five thousand pounds belong to her at this + moment.” + </p> + <p> + “Are you sure? Who is your authority?” + </p> + <p> + “A communicative clerk, who happens to be the son of a tenant of mine. The + solicitor himself, I believe, chooses to doubt his client's decease. It is + at his private request that horrible object is refused Christian burial.” + </p> + <p> + “On what grounds, pray?” + </p> + <p> + “Legal grounds, I suppose; the man did not die regularly, and according to + precedent. He omitted to provide himself with two witnesses previously to + being blown up. In a case of this kind we may safely put an old-fashioned + attorney's opinion out of the question. What do YOU think? That is all I + care to know.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't know what to think now. But I foresee one thing: I shall be + placed in rather an awkward position. I ought to defend the 'Gosshawk;' + but I am not going to rob my own daughter of five thousand pounds, if it + belongs to her honestly.” + </p> + <p> + “Will you permit me to advise you?” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly, I shall be very much obliged: for really I don't see my way.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, then, I think you ought to look into the matter carefully, but + without prejudice. I have made some inquiries myself: I went down to the + works, and begged the workmen, who knew Little, to examine the remains, + and then come here and tell us their real opinion.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, to my mind, it all depends on the will. If that answers the + description you give—hum!” Next morning they breakfasted together, + and during breakfast two workmen called, and, at Coventry's request, were + ushered into the room. They came to say they knew Mr. Little well, and + felt sure that was his dead hand they had seen at the Town Hall. Coventry + cross-examined them severely, but they stuck to their conviction; and this + will hardly surprise the reader when I tell him the workmen in question + were Cole and another, suborned by Coventry himself to go through this + performance. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Carden received the testimony readily, for the best of all reasons—he + wanted to believe it. + </p> + <p> + But, when they were gone, he recurred to the difficulty of his position. + Director of the “Gosshawk,” and father to a young lady who had a claim of + five thousand pounds on it, and that claim debatable, though, to his own + mind, no longer doubtful. + </p> + <p> + Now Mr. Coventry had a great advantage over Mr. Carden here: he had + studied this very situation profoundly for several hours, and at last had + seen how much might be done with it. + </p> + <p> + He began by artfully complimenting Mr. Carden on his delicacy, but said + Miss Carden must not be a loser by it. “Convince her, on other grounds, + that the man is dead; encourage her to reward my devotion with her hand, + and I will relieve you of everything disagreeable. Let us settle on Miss + Carden, for her separate use, the five thousand pounds, and anything else + derivable from Mr. Little's estate; but we must also settle my farm of + Hindhope: for it shall never be said she took as much from that man as she + did from me. Well, in due course I apply to the 'Gosshawk' for my wife's + money. I am not bound to tell your Company it is not mine but hers; that + is between you and me. But you really ought to write to London at once and + withdraw the charge of fraud; you owe that piece of justice to Miss + Carden, and to the memory of the deceased.” + </p> + <p> + “That is true; and it will pave the way for the demand you propose to make + on Mrs. Coventry's behalf. Well, you really are a true friend, as well as + a true lover.” + </p> + <p> + In short, he went back to Hillsborough resolved to marry his daughter to + Coventry as soon as possible. Still, following that gentleman's + instructions, he withheld from Grace that Little had made a will in her + favor. He knew her to be quite capable of refusing to touch a farthing of + it, or to act as executrix. But he told her the workmen had identified the + remains, and that other circumstances had also convinced him he had been + unjust to a deceased person, which he regretted. + </p> + <p> + When her father thus retracted his own words, away went Grace's last faint + hope that Henry lived; and now she must die for him, or live for others. + </p> + <p> + She thought of Jael Dance, and chose the latter. + </p> + <p> + Another burst or two of agony, and then her great aim and study appeared + to be to forget herself altogether. She was full of attention for her + father, and, whenever Mr. Coventry came, she labored to reward him with + kind words, and even with smiles; but they were sad ones. + </p> + <p> + As for Coventry, he saw, with secret exultation, that she was now too + languid and hopeless to resist the joint efforts of her father and + himself, and, that some day or other, she must fall lifeless into his + arms. + </p> + <p> + He said to himself, “It is only a question of time.” + </p> + <p> + He was now oftener at the villa than at Hillsborough, and, with remarkable + self-denial, adhered steadily to the line of soothing and unobtrusive + devotion. + </p> + <p> + One morning at breakfast the post brought him a large envelope from + Hillsborough. He examined it, and found a capital “L” in the corner of the + envelope, which “L” was written by his man Lally, in compliance with + secret instructions from his master. + </p> + <p> + Coventry instantly put the envelope into his pocket, and his hand began to + shake so that he could hardly hold his cup to his lips. His agitation, + however, was not noticed. + </p> + <p> + Directly after breakfast he strolled, with affected composure, into the + garden, and sat down in a bower where he was safe from surprise, as the + tangled leaves were not so thick but he could peep through them. + </p> + <p> + He undid his inclosure, and found three letters; two were of no + importance; the third bore a foreign postmark, and was addressed to Miss + Carden in a hand writing which he recognized at a glance as Henry + Little's. + </p> + <p> + But as this was not the first letter from Henry to Grace which he had + intercepted and read, perhaps I had better begin by saying a few words + about the first. + </p> + <p> + Well, then, the letters with which Coventry swam the river on the night of + the explosion were six, viz., to Mr. Bolt, to Doctor Amboyne, to Mr. + Baynes, to Jael Dence, to Mrs. Little, and to Grace Carden. The letter to + Grace Carden was short but touching, full of devotion, hope, resolution, + and grief at parting. He told her he had come to take leave that + afternoon, but she had been out, luckily; for he felt he ought to go, and + must go, but how could he look at her and then leave her? This was the + general purport, and expressed with such anguish and fortitude as might + have melted a heart of marble. + </p> + <p> + The reader may have observed that, upon his rival's disappearance, + Coventry was no happier. This letter was the secret cause. First it showed + him his rival was alive, and he had wasted a crime; secondly, it struck + him with remorse, yet not with penitence; and to be full of remorse, yet + empty of that true penitence which confesses or undoes the wrong, this is + to be miserable. + </p> + <p> + But, as time rolled on, bringing the various events I have related, but no + news of Little, Coventry began to think that young man must really have + come to some untimely end. + </p> + <p> + From this pleasant dream he was now awakened by the second intercepted + letter. It ran thus: + </p> + <p> + “BOSTON, U. S., June 20th. + </p> + <p> + “MY OWN DEAR LOVE,—It is now nine weeks since I left England, and + this will be a fortnight more getting to you; that is a long time for you + to be without news from me, and I sadly fear I have caused you great + anxiety. Dearest, it all happened thus: Our train was delayed by an + accident, and I reached Liverpool just in time to see the steam-packet + move down the Mersey. My first impulse, of course, was to go back to + Hillsborough; but a seaman, who saw my vexation, told me a fast schooner + was on the point of sailing for Boston, U.S. My heart told me if I went + back to Hillsborough, I should never make the start again. I summoned all + my manhood to do the right thing for us both; and I got into the schooner, + heaven knows how; and, when I got there, I hid my face for ever so many + hours, till, by the pitching and tossing, I knew that I was at sea. Then I + began to cry and blubber. I couldn't hold it any longer. + </p> + <p> + “At such a time a kind word keeps the heart from breaking altogether; and + I got some comfort from an old gentleman, a native of Boston: a grave old + man he was, and pretty reserved with all the rest; but seeing me in the + depths of misery, he talked to me like a father, and I told him all my own + history, and a little about you too—at least, how I loved you, and + why I had left England with a heavy heart. + </p> + <p> + “We had a very long passage, not downright tempestuous, but contrary + winds, and a stiff gale or two. Instead of twenty days, as they promised, + we were six weeks at sea, and what with all the fighting and the threats—I + had another letter signed with a coffin just before I left that beautiful + town—and the irritation at losing so much time on the ocean, it all + brought on a fever, and I have no recollection of leaving the boat. When I + came to myself, I was in a house near Boston, belonging to the old + gentleman I spoke of. He and his nieces nursed me, and now I am as well as + ever, only rather weak. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Ironside, that is his name, but it should be Mr. Goldheart, if I had + the christening of him—he has been my good Samaritan. Dear Grace, + please pray for him and his family every night. He tells me he comes of + the pilgrim fathers, so he is bound to feel for pilgrims and wanderers + from home. Well, he has been in patents a little, and, before I lost my + little wits with the fever, he and I had many a talk. So now he is + sketching out a plan of operation for me, and I shall have to travel many + a hundred miles in this vast country. But they won't let me move till I am + a little stronger, he and his nieces. If he is gold, they are pearls. + </p> + <p> + “Dearest, it has taken me two days to write this: but I am very happy and + hopeful, and do not regret coming. I am sure it was the right thing for us + both. + </p> + <p> + “Please say something kind for me to the good doctor, and tell him I have + got over this one trouble already. + </p> + <p> + “Dearest, I agreed to take so much a year from Bolt, and he must fight the + trades alone. Such a life is not worth having. Bayne won't wrong me of a + shilling. Whatever he makes, over his salary and the men's wages, there it + will be for me when I come home; so I write to no one at Hillsborough but + you. Indeed, you are my all in this world. I travel, and fight, and work, + and breathe, and live for you, my own beloved; and if any harm came to + you, I wouldn't care to live another moment.” + </p> + <p> + At this point in the letter the reader stopped, and something cold seemed + to pass all through his frame. It struck him that all good men would pity + the writer of this letter, and abhor him who kept it from that pale, + heart-broken girl inside the cottage. + </p> + <p> + He sat freezing, with the letter in his hand, and began to doubt whether + he could wade any deeper in crime. + </p> + <p> + After a minute or two he raised his head, and was about to finish reading + the letter. + </p> + <p> + But, in the meantime, Grace Carden had resumed her accustomed place in the + veranda. She lay upon the couch, and her pale face, and hollow, but still + beautiful eyes, were turned seaward. Out of those great sad eyes the sad + soul looked across the waste of waters—gazed, and searched, and + pined in vain. Oh, it was a look to make angels weep, and hover close over + her head with restless, loving pinions, longing to shadow, caress, and + heal her! + </p> + <p> + Coventry, with Henry Little's letter in his hand, peered through the + leaves, and saw the woman he loved fix this look of despair upon the sea—despair + of which he was the sole cause, and could dispel it with a gesture. + </p> + <p> + “And this brings me back to what is my only great trouble now. I told you, + in the letter I left behind me, you would hear from me in a month at + furthest. It will be not a month, but eleven weeks. Good heavens! when I + think what anxiety you may have suffered on my account! You know I am a + pupil of the good doctor, and so I put myself in your place, and I say to + myself, 'If my Grace had promised to write in a month, and eleven weeks + had passed without a word, what would my feelings be?' Why, I think I + should go mad; I should make sure you were ill; I should fear you were + dead; I should fancy every terrible thing on earth, except that you were + false to your poor Henry. That I should never fear: I judge you by myself. + Fly, steamboat, with this letter to my love, and set her mind at ease. Fly + back with a precious word from her dear hand, and with that in my bosom, + nothing will ever daunt me. + </p> + <p> + “God bless you! angel of my life, darling of my heart, star on which all + my hopes are fixed! Oh, what miserable bad tools words are! When I look at + them, and compare them with how I love you, I seem to be writing that I + love you no more than other people love. What I feel is so much greater + than words. + </p> + <p> + “Must I say farewell? Even on paper, it is like tearing myself away from + heaven again. But that was to be: and now this is to be. Good-by, my own + beloved. + </p> + <p> + “Yours till death, HENRY.” + </p> + <p> + Coventry read this sentence by sentence, still looking up, nearly every + sentence, at her to whom it was addressed. + </p> + <p> + The letter pleaded on his knee, the pale face pleaded a few yards off; he + sat between the two bleeding lovers, their sole barrier and bane. + </p> + <p> + His heart began to fail him. The mountain of crime looked high. Now + remorse stung him deeper than ever; jealousy spurred him harder than ever; + a storm arose within his breast, a tempest of conflicting passion, as + grand and wild as ever distracted the heart; as grand and wild as any poet + has ever tried to describe, and, half succeeding, won immortal fame. + </p> + <p> + “See what I can do?” whispered conscience. “With one bound I can give her + the letter, and bring the color back to that cheek and joy to that heart. + She will adore me for it, she will be my true and tender friend till + death. She will weep upon my neck and bless me.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay,” whispered jealousy, “and then she will marry Henry Little.” + </p> + <p> + “And am I sure to succeed if I persist in crime? Deserve her hatred and + contempt, and is it certain they will not both fall on me?” + </p> + <p> + “The fault began with them. He supplanted me—she jilted me. I hate + him—I love her. I can't give her up now; I have gone too far. What + is intercepting a letter? I have been too near murder to stop at that.” + </p> + <p> + “But her pale face! her pale face!” + </p> + <p> + “Once married, supplant him as he has supplanted you. Away to Italy with + her. Fresh scenes—constant love—the joys of wedlock! What will + this Henry Little be to her then?—a dream.” + </p> + <p> + “Eternal punishment; if it is not a fable, who has ever earned it better + than I am earning it if I go on?” + </p> + <p> + “It IS a fable; it must be. Philosophers always said so, and now even + divines have given it up.” + </p> + <p> + “Her pale face! her pale face! Never mind HIM, look at her. What sort of + love is this that shows no pity? Oh, my poor girl, don't look so sad—so + pale! What shall I do? Would to God I had never been born, to torture + myself and her!” + </p> + <p> + His good angel fought hard for him that day; fought and struggled and + hoped, until the miserable man, torn this way and that, ended the struggle + with a blasphemous yell by tearing the letter to atoms. + </p> + <p> + That fatal act turned the scale. + </p> + <p> + The next moment he wished he had not done it. + </p> + <p> + But it was too late. He could not go to her with the fragments. She would + see he had intercepted it purposely. + </p> + <p> + Well, all the better. It was decided. He would not look at her face any + more. He could not bear it. + </p> + <p> + He rushed away from the bower and made for the seaside; but he soon + returned another way, gained his own room, and there burnt the fragments + of the letter to ashes. + </p> + <p> + But, though he was impenitent, remorse was not subdued. He could not look + Grace Carden in the face now. So he sent word he must go back to + Hillsborough directly. + </p> + <p> + He packed his bag and went down-stairs with it. + </p> + <p> + On the last landing he met Grace Carden. She started a little. + </p> + <p> + “What! going away?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, Miss Carden.” + </p> + <p> + “No bad news, I hope?” said she, kindly. + </p> + <p> + The kindly tone coming from her, to whom he had shown no mercy, went + through that obdurate heart. + </p> + <p> + “No—no,” he faltered; “but the sight of your unhappiness—Let + me go. I am a miserable man!” + </p> + <p> + And with this he actually burst out crying and ran past her. + </p> + <p> + Grace told her father, and asked him to find out what was the matter with + Mr. Coventry. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Carden followed Coventry to the station, and Coventry, who had now + recovered his self-possession and his cunning, told him that for some time + Miss Carden had worn a cheerful air, which had given him hopes; but this + morning, watching her from a bower in the garden, he had seen such misery + in her face that it had quite upset him; and he was going away to try and + recover that composure, without which he felt he would be no use to her in + any way. + </p> + <p> + This tale Carden brought back to his daughter, and she was touched by it. + “Poor Mr. Coventry!” said she. “Why does he waste so much love on me?” + </p> + <p> + Her father, finding her thus softened, pleaded hard for his friend, and + reminded Grace that she had not used him well. She admitted that at once, + and went so far as to say that she felt bound never to marry any one but + Mr. Coventry, unless time should cure him, as she hoped it would, of his + unfortunate attachment. + </p> + <p> + From this concession Mr. Carden urged her daily to another, viz., that Mr. + Coventry might be permitted to try and win her affection. + </p> + <p> + Her answer was, “He had much better content himself with what I can and do + give him—my esteem and gratitude and sincere pity.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Carden, however, persisted, and the deep affection he had shown his + daughter gave him great power. It was two against one; and the two + prevailed. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Coventry began to spend his whole time at Eastbank Cottage. + </p> + <p> + He followed Grace about with a devotion to which no female heart could be + entirely insensible; and, at last, she got used to him, and rather liked + to have him about her. He broke her solitude as a dog does, and he fetched + and carried for her, and talked when she was inclined to listen, and was + silent when he saw his voice jarred upon her bereaved heart. + </p> + <p> + Without her father, matters might have gone on so for years; but Mr. + Carden had now so many motives for marrying his daughter to Coventry, that + he used all his judgment and all his influence. He worked on his + daughter's pride, her affection, her sense of honor, and her sense of + duty. + </p> + <p> + She struggled, she sighed, she wept; but, by little and little, she + submitted. And, since three months more passed with no striking event, I + will deviate from my usual custom and speak a little of what passed in her + mind. + </p> + <p> + First of all, then, she was so completely deceived by appearances, that + she believed the exact opposite of the truth in each particular. To her + not only did black seem white, but white black. Her dead lover had given + her but half his heart. Her living lover was the soul of honor and true + devotion. It was her duty, though not her pleasure, to try and love him; + to marry him would be a good and self-denying action. + </p> + <p> + And what could she lose by it? Her own chance of happiness was gone. All + she could hope for hereafter was the gentle satisfaction that arises from + making others happy. She had but a choice of evils: never to marry at all, + or to marry Frederick Coventry. + </p> + <p> + Thus far she was conscious of her own feelings, and could, perhaps, have + put them into words; but here she drifted out of her depth. + </p> + <p> + Nature implants in women a genuine love of offspring that governs them + unconsciously. It governs the unconscious child; it governs the + half-conscious mother who comes home from the toyshop with a waxen child + for her girl, and a drum for her boy. + </p> + <p> + Men desire offspring—-when they desire it at all—from vanity + alone. Women desire it from pure love of it. + </p> + <p> + This instinct had probably its share in withholding Grace from making up + her mind never to marry; and so operated negatively, though not + positively, in Coventry's favor. + </p> + <p> + And so, by degrees and in course of time, after saying “no” a dozen times, + she said “yes” once in a moment of utter lassitude, and afterward she + cried and wished to withdraw her consent, but they were two to one, and + had right on their side, she thought. + </p> + <p> + They got her to say she would marry him some day or other. + </p> + <p> + Coventry intercepted several letters, but he took care not to read them + with Grace's sad face in sight. He would not give conscience such a power + to torment him. The earlier letters gave him a cruel satisfaction. They + were written each from a different city in the United States, and all + tended to show that the writer had a year or two to travel yet, before he + could hope to return home in triumph and marry his Grace. + </p> + <p> + In all these letters she was requested to send her answers to New York + (and, now I think of it, there was a postscript to that effect in the very + letter I have given in extenso). + </p> + <p> + But at last came a letter that disturbed this delightful dream. It was + written from the western extremity of the States, but the writer was in + high spirits; he had sold his patents in two great cities, and had + established them in two more on a royalty; he had also met with an + unexpected piece of good fortune: his railway clip had been appreciated, a + man of large capital and enterprise had taken it up with spirit, and was + about to purchase the American and Canadian right for a large sum down and + a percentage. As soon as this contract should be signed he should come + home and claim Mr. Carden's promise. He complained a little that he got no + letters, but concluded the post-office authorities were in fault, for he + had written to New York to have them forwarded. However, he soon should be + in that city and revel in them. + </p> + <p> + This troubled Coventry, and drove him to extremities. He went on his knees + to Grace, and implored her to name the day. + </p> + <p> + She drew back with horror and repugnance; said, with a burst of tears, she + was a widow, and would not marry till a decent time had elapsed since—; + then, with sudden doggedness, “I will never marry at all.” + </p> + <p> + And so she left him to repent his precipitation. + </p> + <p> + He was at his wits' end, and could do nothing but look unhappy, and + temporize, and hope the wind might change. + </p> + <p> + The wind did not change, and he passed a week or two of outward sorrow, + but inward rage. + </p> + <p> + He fell ill, and Mr. Carden pitied him openly. + </p> + <p> + Grace maintained a sullen silence. + </p> + <p> + One day, as he was in bed, an envelope was brought him, with a large “L.” + He opened it slowly, fearing the worst. + </p> + <p> + The letter was full of love, and joy, and triumph that made the reader's + heart faint within him till he came to this sentence: + </p> + <p> + “The gentleman who treats with me for the railway clip makes it an express + stipulation that I shall spend a month in his works at Chicago, + superintending the forging and perfecting of the clip. As he intends to be + there himself, and to buy it out-and-out if it answers his expectations, I + shall certainly go, and wear a smith's apron once more for your sake. He + is even half inclined to go into another of my projects—the forging + of large axes by machinery. It was tried at Hillsborough two years ago, + but the Union sent a bullet through the manufacturer's hat, and he dropped + it.” + </p> + <p> + The letter from which I give this extract was a reprieve. He had five or + six weeks before him still. + </p> + <p> + Soon after this, his faithful ally, Mr. Carden, worked on Grace's pity; + and as Coventry never complained, nor irritated her in any way, she + softened to him. Then all the battery of imploring looks was brought to + bear on her by Coventry, and of kind admonition and entreaty by her + father; and so, between them, they gently thrust her down the slope. + </p> + <p> + “Stop all their tongues,” said Mr. Carden. “Come back to Hillsborough a + wife. I gave up my choice to yours once. Now give me my way. I am touched + to the heart by this young man's devotion: he invites me to live with him + when you are married. What other young fellow would show me so much + mercy?” + </p> + <p> + “Does he?” said Grace. “I will try and reward him for that, and for + speaking well of one who could not defend himself. But give me a little + time.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Carden conveyed this to Coventry with delight, and told him he should + only have another month or so to wait. Coventry received this at first + with unmixed exultation, but by-and-by he began to feel superstitious. + Matters were now drawing to such a point that Little might very well + arrive before the wedding-day, and just before it. Perhaps Heaven had that + punishment in store for him; the cup was to be in his very grasp, and then + struck out of it. + </p> + <p> + Only a question of time! But what is every race? The space between winner + and loser strikes the senses more obviously; but the race is just as much + a question of time as of space. Buridan runs second for the Derby, + defeated by a length. But give Buridan a start of one second, and he shall + beat the winner—by two lengths. + </p> + <p> + Little now wrote from Chicago that every thing was going on favorably, and + he believed it would end in a sale of the patent clip in the United States + and Canada for fifty thousand dollars, but no royalty. + </p> + <p> + This letter was much shorter than any of the others; and, from that alone, + his guilty reader could see that the writer intended to follow it in + person almost immediately. + </p> + <p> + Coventry began almost to watch the sun in his course. When it was morning + he wished it was evening, and when it was evening he wished it was + morning. + </p> + <p> + Sometimes he half wondered to see how calmly the sun rose and set, and + Nature pursued her course, whilst he writhed in the agony of suspense, and + would gladly have given a year out of his life for a day. + </p> + <p> + At last, by Mr. Carden's influence, the wedding-day was fixed. But soon + after this great triumph came another intercepted letter. He went to his + room and his hands trembled violently as he opened it. + </p> + <p> + His eye soon fixed on this passage: + </p> + <p> + “I thought to be in New York by this time, and looking homeward; but I am + detained by another piece of good-fortune, if any thing can be called + good-fortune that keeps me a day from you. Oh, my dear Grace, I am dying + to see your handwriting at new York, and then fly home and see your dear + self, and never, never quit you more. I have been wonderfully lucky; I + have made my fortune, our fortune. But it hardly pays me for losing the + sight of you so many months. But what I was going to tell you is, that my + method of forging large axes by machinery is wonderfully praised, and a + great firm takes it up on fair terms. This firm has branches in various + parts of the world, and, once my machines are in full work, Hillsborough + will never forge another ax. Man can not suppress machinery; the world is + too big. That bullet sent through Mr. Tyler's hat loses Great Britain a + whole trade. I profit in money by their short-sighted violence, but I must + pay the price; for this will keep me another week at Chicago, perhaps ten + days. Then home I come, with lots of money to please your father, and an + ocean of love for you, who don't care about the filthy dross; no more do + I, except as the paving-stones on the road to you and heaven, my adored + one.” + </p> + <p> + The effect of this letter was prodigious. So fearful had been the + suspense, so great was now the relief, that Coventry felt exultant, + buoyant. He went down to the sea-side, and walked, light as air, by the + sands, and his brain teemed with delightful schemes. Little would come to + Hillsborough soon after the marriage, but what of that? + </p> + <p> + On the wedding-night he would be at Dover. Next day at Paris, on his way + to Rome, Athens, Constantinople. The inevitable exposure should never + reach his wife until he had so won her, soul and body, that she should + adore him for the crimes he had committed to win her—he knew the + female heart to be capable of that. + </p> + <p> + He came back from his walk another man, color in his cheek and fire in his + eye. + </p> + <p> + He walked into the drawing-room, and found Mr. Raby, with his hat on, just + leaving Grace, whose eyes showed signs of weeping. + </p> + <p> + “I wish you joy, sir,” said Raby. “I am to have the honor of being at your + wedding.” + </p> + <p> + “It will add to my happiness, if possible,” said Coventry. + </p> + <p> + To be as polite in deed as in word, he saw Mr. Raby into the fly. + </p> + <p> + “Curious creatures, these girls,” said Raby, shrugging his shoulders. + </p> + <p> + “She was engaged to me long ago,” said Coventry, parrying the blow. + </p> + <p> + “Ah! I forgot that. Still—well, well; I wish you joy.” + </p> + <p> + He went off, and Coventry returned to Grace. She was seated by the window + looking at the sea. + </p> + <p> + “What did godpapa say to you?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, he congratulated me. He reminded me you and I were first engaged at + his house.” + </p> + <p> + “Did he tell you it is to be at Woodbine Villa?” + </p> + <p> + “What?” + </p> + <p> + “The wedding.” And Grace blushed to the forehead at having to mention it. + </p> + <p> + “No, indeed, he did not mention any such thing, or I should have shown him + how unadvisable—” + </p> + <p> + “You mistake me. It is I who wish to be married from my father's house by + good old Dr. Fynes. He married my parents, and he christened me, and now + he shall marry me.” + </p> + <p> + “I approve that, of course, since you wish it; but, my own dearest Grace, + Woodbine Villa is associated with so many painful memories—let me + advise, let me earnestly entreat you, not to select it as the place to be + married from. Dr. Fynes can be invited here.” + </p> + <p> + “I have set my heart on it,” said Grace. “Pray do not thwart me in it.” + </p> + <p> + “I should be very sorry to thwart you in any thing. But, before you + finally decide, pray let me try and convince your better judgment.” + </p> + <p> + “I HAVE decided; and I have written to Dr. Fynes, and to the few persons I + mean to invite. They can't all come here; and I have asked Mr. Raby; and + it is my own desire; and it is one of those things the lady and her family + always decide. I have no wish to be married at all. I only marry to please + my father and you. There, let us say no more about it, please. I will not + be married at Woodbine Villa, nor anywhere else. I wish papa and you would + show your love by burying me instead.” + </p> + <p> + These words, and the wild panting way they were uttered in, brought + Coventry to his knees in a moment. He promised her, with abject + submission, that she should have her own way in this and every thing. He + petted her, and soothed her, and she forgave him, but so little + graciously, that he saw she would fly out in a moment again, if the least + attempt were made to shake her resolution. + </p> + <p> + Grace talked the matter over with Mr. Carden, and that same evening he + begged Coventry to leave the Villa as soon as he conveniently could, for + he and his daughter must be there a week before the wedding, and invite + some relations, whom it was his interest to treat with respect. + </p> + <p> + “You will spare me a corner,” said Coventry, in his most insinuating tone. + “Dear Woodbine! I could not bear to leave it.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, of course you can stay there till we actually come; but we can't have + the bride and bridegroom under one roof. Why, my dear fellow, you know + better than that.” + </p> + <p> + There was no help for it. It sickened him with fears of what might happen + in those few fatal days, during which Mr. Carden, Grace herself, and a + household over which he had no control, would occupy the house, and would + receive the Postman, whose very face showed him incorruptible. + </p> + <p> + He stayed till the last moment; stopped a letter of five lines from + Little, in which he said he should be in New York very soon, en route for + England; and the very next day he received the Cardens, with a smiling + countenance and a fainting heart, and then vacated the premises. He + ordered Lally to hang about the Villa at certain hours when the post came + in, and do his best. But his was catching at a straw. His real hope was + that neither Little himself, nor a letter in his handwriting, might come + in that short interval. + </p> + <p> + It wanted but five days to the wedding. + </p> + <p> + Hitherto it had been a game of skill, now it was a game of chance; and + every morning he wished it was evening, every evening he wished it was + morning. + </p> + <p> + The day Raby came back from Eastbank he dined at home, and, in an + unguarded moment, said something or other, on which Mrs. Little + cross-examined him so swiftly and so keenly that he stammered, and let out + Grace Carden was on the point of marriage. + </p> + <p> + “Marriage, while my son is alive!” said Mrs. Little, and looked from him + to Jael Dence, at first with amazement, and afterward with a strange + expression that showed her mind was working. + </p> + <p> + A sort of vague alarm fell upon the other two, and they waited, in utter + confusion, for what might follow. + </p> + <p> + But the mother was not ready to suspect so horrible a thing as her son's + death. She took a more obvious view, and inveighed bitterly against Grace + Carden. + </p> + <p> + She questioned Raby as to the cause, but it was Jael who answered her. “I + believe nobody knows the rights of it but Miss Carden herself.” + </p> + <p> + “The cause is her utter fickleness; but she never really loved him. My + poor Henry!” + </p> + <p> + “Oh yes, she did,” said Raby. “She was at death's door a few months ago.” + </p> + <p> + “At death's door for one man, and now going to marry another!” + </p> + <p> + “Why not?” said Raby, hard pushed; “she is a woman.” + </p> + <p> + “And why did you not tell me till now?” asked Mrs. Little, loftily + ignoring her brother's pitiable attempt at a sneer. + </p> + <p> + Raby's reply to this was happier. + </p> + <p> + “Why, what the better are you for knowing it now? We had orders not to + worry you unnecessarily. Had we not, Jael?” + </p> + <p> + “That is all very well, in some things. But, where my son is concerned, + pray never keep the truth from me again. When did she break off with Henry—or + did he quarrel with her?” + </p> + <p> + “I have no idea. I was not in the country.” + </p> + <p> + “Do YOU know, dear?” + </p> + <p> + “No, Mrs. Little. But I am of your mind. I think she could not have loved + Mr. Henry as she ought.” + </p> + <p> + “When did you see her last?” + </p> + <p> + “I could not say justly, but it was a long while ago.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Little interpreted this that Jael had quarreled with Grace for her + fickleness, and gave her a look of beaming affection; then fell into a + dead silence, and soon tears were seen stealing down her cheek. + </p> + <p> + “But I shall write to her,” said she, after a long and painful silence. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Raby hoped she would do nothing of the kind. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, I shall not say much. I shall put her one question. Of course SHE + knows why they part.” + </p> + <p> + Next morning Jael Dence asked Mr. Raby whether the threatened letter must + be allowed to go. + </p> + <p> + “Of course it must,” said Raby. “I have gone as far off the straight path + as a gentleman can. And I wish we may not repent our ingenuity. Deceive a + mother about her son! what can justify it, after all?” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Little wrote her letter, and showed it to Jael: + </p> + <p> + “DEAR MISS CARDEN,—They tell me you are about to be married. Can + this be true, and Henry Little alive?” + </p> + <p> + An answer came back, in due course. + </p> + <p> + “DEAR MRS. LITTLE,—It is true, and I am miserable. Forgive me, and + forget me.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Little discovered the marks of tears upon the paper, and was sorely + puzzled. + </p> + <p> + She sat silent a long time: then looking up, she saw Jael Dence gazing at + her with moist eyes, and an angelic look of anxiety and affection. + </p> + <p> + She caught her round the neck, and kissed her, almost passionately. + </p> + <p> + “All the better,” she cried, struggling with a sob. “I shall have my own + way for once. You shall be my daughter instead.” + </p> + <p> + Jael returned her embrace with ardor, but in silence, and with averted + head. + </p> + <p> + When Jael Dence heard that Grace Carden was in Hillsborough, she felt very + much drawn to go and see her: but she knew the meeting must be a sad one + to them both; and that made her put it off till the very day before the + wedding. Then, thinking it would be too unkind if she held entirely aloof, + and being, in truth, rather curious to know whether Grace had really been + able to transfer her affections in so short a time, she asked Mr. Raby's + leave, and drove one of the ponies in to Woodbine Villa. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0039" id="link2HCH0039"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXIX. + </h2> + <p> + The short interval previous to the wedding-day passed, to all appearance, + as that period generally does. Settlements were drawn, and only awaited + signature. The bride seemed occupied with dress, and receiving visits and + presents, and reading and writing letters of that sort which ought to be + done by machinery. + </p> + <p> + The bridegroom hovered about the house, running in and out on this or that + pretext. + </p> + <p> + She received his presence graciously, read him the letters of her female + friends, and forced herself to wear a look of languid complacency, + especially before others. + </p> + <p> + Under all this routine she had paroxysms of secret misery, and he was in + tortures. + </p> + <p> + These continued until the eve of the wedding, and then he breathed freely. + No letter had come from the United States, and to-morrow was the + wedding-day. The chances were six to one no letter came that day, and, + even if one should, he had now an excuse ready for keeping Lally on the + premises that particular morning. At one o'clock he would be flying south + with his bride. + </p> + <p> + He left the villa to dress for dinner. During this interval Jael Dence + called. + </p> + <p> + The housemaid knocked at Grace's door—she was dressing—and + told her Jael wished to see her. + </p> + <p> + Grace was surprised, and much disturbed. It flashed on her in a moment + that this true and constant lover of Henry Little had come to enjoy her + superiority. She herself had greatly desired this meeting once, but now it + could only serve to mortify her. The very thought that this young woman + was near her set her trembling; but she forced herself to appear calm, + and, turning to her maid, said, “Tell her I can see no one to-day.” + </p> + <p> + The lady's maid gave this message to the other servant, and she went + down-stairs with it. + </p> + <p> + The message, however, had not been gone long when the desire to put a + question to Jael Dence returned strongly upon Grace Carden. + </p> + <p> + She yielded to an uncontrollable impulse, and sent her maid down to say + that she would speak to Jael Dence, in her bedroom, the last thing at + night. + </p> + <p> + “The last thing at night!” said Jael, coloring with indignation; “and + where am I to find a bed after that?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh,” said the late footman, now butler, “you shall not leave the house. + I'll manage that for you with the housekeeper.” + </p> + <p> + At half-past eleven o'clock that night Grace dismissed her maid, and told + her to bring Jael Dence to her. + </p> + <p> + Jael came, and they confronted each other once more. + </p> + <p> + “You can go,” said Grace to the maid. + </p> + <p> + They were alone, and eyed each other strangely. + </p> + <p> + “Sit down,” said Grace, coldly. + </p> + <p> + “No, thank you,” said Jael, firmly. “I shall not stay long after the way I + have been received.” + </p> + <p> + “And how do you expect to be received?” + </p> + <p> + “As I used to be. As a poor girl who once saved HIS life, and nearly lost + her own, through being his true and faithful servant.” + </p> + <p> + “Faithful to him, but not to me.” + </p> + <p> + Jael's face showed she did not understand this. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said Grace, bitterly, “you are the real cause of my marrying Mr. + Coventry, whom I don't love, and never can love. There, read that. I can't + speak to you. You look all candor and truth, but I know what you are: all + the women in that factory knew about you and him—read that.” She + handed her the anonymous letter, and watched her like an eagle. + </p> + <p> + Jael read the poison, and colored a little, but was not confounded. + </p> + <p> + “Do you believe this, Miss Carden?” + </p> + <p> + “I did not believe it at first, but too many people have confirmed it. + Your own conduct has confirmed it, my poor girl. This is cruel of me.” + </p> + <p> + “Never mind,” said Jael, resolutely. “We have gone too far to stop. My + conduct! What conduct, if you please?” + </p> + <p> + “They all say that, when you found he was no more, you attempted + self-destruction.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah,” cried Jael, like a wounded hare; “they must tell you that!” and she + buried her face in her hands. + </p> + <p> + Now this was a young woman endowed by nature with great composure, and a + certain sobriety and weight; so, when she gave way like that, it produced + a great effect on those who knew her. + </p> + <p> + Grace sighed, and was distressed. But there was no help for it now. She + awaited Jael's reply, and Jael could not speak for some time. She + conquered her agitation, however, at last, and said, in a low voice, + “Suppose you had a sister, whom you loved dearly—and then you had a + quarrel with her, and neither of you much to blame, the fault lay with a + third person; and suppose you came home suddenly and found that sister had + left England in trouble, and gone to the other end of the world—would + not that cut you to the heart?” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed it would. How correctly you speak. Now who has been teaching you?” + </p> + <p> + “Mrs. Little.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah!” + </p> + <p> + “You HAVE a father. Suppose you left him for a month, and then came back + and found him dead and buried—think of that—buried!” + </p> + <p> + “Poor girl!” + </p> + <p> + “And all this to fall on a poor creature just off a sick-bed, and scarcely + right in her head. When I found poor Mr. Henry was dead, and you at + death's door, I crawled home for comfort, and there I found desolation: my + sister gone across the sea, my father in the churchyard. I wandered about + all night, with my heavy heart and distraught brain, and at last they + found me in the river. They may say I threw myself in, but it is my belief + I swooned away and fell in. I wouldn't swear, though, for I remember + nothing of it. What does it prove against me?” + </p> + <p> + “Not much, indeed, by itself. But they all say you were shut up with him + for hours.” + </p> + <p> + “And that is true; ten hours, every day. He was at war with these trades, + and his own workmen had betrayed him. He knew I was as strong as a man at + some kinds of work—of course I can't strike blows, and hurt people + like a man—so he asked me, would I help him grind saws with his + machine on the sly—clandestinely, I mean. Well, I did, and very easy + work it was—child's play to me that had wrought on a farm. He gave + me six pounds a week for it. That's all the harm we did together; and, as + for what we said, let me tell you a first-rate workman, like poor Mr. + Henry, works very silently; that is where they beat us women. I am sure we + often ground a dozen saws, and not a word, except upon the business. When + we did talk, it was sure to be about you. Poor lad, the very last time we + wrought together, I mind he said, 'Well done, Jael, that's good work; it + brings me an inch nearer HER.' And I said, All the better, and I'd give + him another hour or two every day if he liked. That very evening I took + him his tea at seven o'clock. He was writing letters; one was to you. He + was just addressing it. 'Good-night, Jael,' said he. 'You have been a good + friend to her and me.'” + </p> + <p> + “Oh! did he say that? What became of that letter?” + </p> + <p> + “Upon my soul, he did; ay, and it was his last word to me in this world. + But you are not of his mind, it seems. The people in the factory! I know + they used to say we were sweethearts. You can't wonder at that; they + didn't know about you, nor any of our secrets; and, of course, vulgar folk + like them could not guess the sort of affection I had for poor Mr. Henry; + but a lady like you should not go by their lights. Besides, I was always + open with you. Once I had a different feeling for him: did I hide it from + you? When I found he loved you, I set to work to cure myself. I did cure + myself before your very eyes; and, after that, you ought to be ashamed of + yourself to go and doubt me. There, now, I have made her cry.” + </p> + <p> + Her own voice faltered a moment, and she said, with gentle dignity, “Well, + I forgive you, for old kindness past; but I shall not sleep under this + roof now. God bless you, and give you many happy days yet with this + gentleman you are going to marry. Farewell.” + </p> + <p> + She was actually going; but Grace caught her by the arm. “No, no, you + shall not leave me so.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay, but I will.” And Jael's eyes, so mild in general, began to sparkle + with anger, at being detained against her will; but, generous to the last, + she made no use of her great strength to get clear from Grace. + </p> + <p> + “You will not go, if you are the woman you were. I believe your words, I + believe your honest face, I implore your forgiveness. I am the most + miserable creature in this world. Pray do not abandon me.” + </p> + <p> + This appeal, made with piteous gestures and streaming eyes, overpowered + Jael Dence, and soon they were seated, rocking together, and Grace pouring + out her heart. + </p> + <p> + Jael then learned, to her dismay, that Grace's belief in Henry's falsehood + was a main cause of this sudden marriage. Had she believed her Henry true, + she would have mourned him, as a widow, two years at least. + </p> + <p> + The unhappy young lady lamented her precipitation, and the idea of + marrying Mr. Coventry to-morrow became odious to her. She asked Jael + wildly whether she should not be justified in putting an end to her life. + </p> + <p> + Jael consoled her all she could; and, at her request, slept in the same + bed with her. Indeed she was afraid to leave her; for she was wild at + times, and said she would prefer to be married to that dead hand people + said was at the Town hall, and then thrown into one grave with it. “That's + the bridal I long for,” said she. + </p> + <p> + In the morning she was calmer, and told Jael she thought she was doing + right. + </p> + <p> + “I shall be neither more nor less wretched for marrying this poor man,” + said she: “and I shall make two people happy; two people that deserve the + sacrifice I make.” + </p> + <p> + So, after all, the victim went calmly. + </p> + <p> + Early in the morning came a letter from Dr. Fynes. He was confined by + gout, and sorry to say the ceremony he had hoped to perform must be done + by his curate. + </p> + <p> + Now this curate was quite a stranger to Grace, and indeed to most people + in Hillsborough. Dr. Fynes himself knew nothing about him except that he + had come in answer to his inquiry for a curate, had brought good letters + of recommendation, and had shown himself acquainted with the learned + doctor's notes to Apollonius Rhodius; on which several grounds the doctor, + who was himself a better scholar than a priest, had made him his curate, + and had heard no complaints, except from a few puritanical souls. These he + looked on as barbarians, and had calmly ignored them and their prejudices + ever since he transferred his library from St. John's College, Cambridge, + to St. Peter's Rectory, and that was thirty years ago. + </p> + <p> + This sudden substitute of an utter stranger for Dr. Fynes afflicted Grace + Carden not a little, and her wedding-day began with a tear or two on that + account. But, strange as it may appear, she lived to alter her mind, and + to thank and bless Mr. Beresford for taking her old friend's place on that + great occasion. + </p> + <p> + But while the bride dressed for church, and her bridemaids and friends + drove up, events were taking place to deal with which I must retrograde a + step. + </p> + <p> + Jael Dence having gone to Woodbine Villa, Mrs. Little and her brother + dined tete-a-tete; and the first question she asked was, “Why where is + Jael?” + </p> + <p> + “Don't you know? gone to Woodbine Villa. The wedding is to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + “What, my Jael gone to that girl's wedding!” And her eyes flashed with + fire. + </p> + <p> + “Why not? I am going to it myself.” + </p> + <p> + “I am sorry to hear you say so—very sorry.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, she is my godchild. Would you have me affront her?” + </p> + <p> + “If she is your godchild, Henry is your nephew.” + </p> + <p> + “Of course, and I did all I could to marry him to Grace; but, you see, he + would be wiser than me.” + </p> + <p> + “Dear Guy, my poor Henry was to blame for not accepting your generous + offer; but that does not excuse this heartless, fickle girl.” + </p> + <p> + Raby's sense of justice began to revolt. “My dear Edith, I can't bear to + hear you speak so contemptuously of this poor girl, who has so nearly died + for love of your son. She is one of the noblest, purest, most unselfish + creatures I ever knew. Why judge so hastily? But that is the way with you + ladies; it must be the woman who is in the wrong. Men are gods, and women + devils; that is your creed.” + </p> + <p> + “Is HENRY going to marry another?” + </p> + <p> + “Not that I know of.” + </p> + <p> + “Then what excuse can there be for her conduct? Does wrong become right, + when this young lady does it? It is you who are prejudiced, not I. Her + conduct is without excuse. I have written to her: she has replied, and has + offered me no excuse. 'Forgive me,' she says, 'and forget me.' I shall + never forgive her; and you must permit me to despise her for a few years + before I forget her.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, don't excite yourself so. My poor Edith, some day or other you will + be sorry you ever said a word against that amiable and most unfortunate + girl.” + </p> + <p> + He said this so sadly and solemnly that Mrs. Little's anger fell directly, + and they both sat silent a long time. + </p> + <p> + “Guy,” said Mrs. Little, “tell me the truth. Has my son done anything + wrong—anything rash? It was strange he should leave England without + telling me. He told Dr. Amboyne. Oh, there is some mystery here. If I did + not know you so well, I should say there is some deceit going on in this + house. There IS—You hang your head. I cannot bear to give you pain, + so I will ask you no more questions. But—” + </p> + <p> + There was a world of determination in that “but.” + </p> + <p> + She retired early to bed; to bed, but not to rest. + </p> + <p> + In the silence of the night she recalled every thing, every look, every + word that had seemed a little strange to her, and put them all together. + She could not sleep; vague misgivings crawled over her agitated mind. At + length she slumbered from sheer exhaustion. She rose early; yet, when she + came down-stairs, Raby was just starting for Woodbine Villa. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Little asked him to take her into Hillsborough. He looked uneasy, but + complied, and, at her desire, set her down in the market-place of + Hillsborough. As soon as he was out of sight she took a fly, and directed + the driver to take her to Mr. Little's works. “I mean,” said she, “the + works where Mr. Bayne is.” + </p> + <p> + She found Mr. Bayne in his counting-house, dressed in deep mourning. + </p> + <p> + He started at sight of her, and then she saw his eye fall with surprise on + her gray dress. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Bayne,” said she, “I am come to ask you a question or two.” + </p> + <p> + “Be seated, madam,” said Bayne, reverently. “I expected a visit from you + or from your agent, and the accounts are all ready for your inspection. I + keep them as clear as possible.” + </p> + <p> + “I do not come here about accounts. My son has perfect confidence in you, + and so have I.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you, madam; thank you kindly. He did indeed honor me with his + confidence, and with his friendship. I am sure he was more like a brother + to me than an employer. Ah, madam! I shall never, never, see his fellow + again.” And honest Bayne turned away with his hand to his eyes. + </p> + <p> + This seemed to Mrs. Little to be more than the occasion required, and did + not tend to lessen her misgivings. However, she said gravely, “Mr. Bayne, + I suppose you have heard there is to be a wedding in the town to-day—Miss + Carden?” + </p> + <p> + “That is sudden! No, madam, I didn't know it. I can hardly believe it.” + </p> + <p> + “It is so. She marries a Mr. Coventry. Now I think you were in my son's + confidence; can you tell me whether there was any quarrel between him and + Miss Carden before he left us?” + </p> + <p> + “Well, madam, I didn't see so much of him lately, he was always at the + other works. Would to heaven he had never seen them! But I don't believe + he ever gave that lady an unkind word. He was not that sort. He was ready + of his hand against a man, but a very lamb with women he was. And so she + is going to marry? Well, well; the world, it must go round. She loved him + dearly, too. She was down at Bolt and Little's works day after day + searching for him. She spent money like water, poor thing! I have seen her + with her white face and great eyes watching the men drag the river for + him; and, when that horrible thing was found at last, they say she was on + the bridge and swooned dead away, and lay at death's door. But you will + know all this, madam; and it is sad for me to speak of, let alone you that + are his mother.” + </p> + <p> + The color died out of Mrs. Little's cheek as he spoke; but, catching now a + glimpse of the truth, she drew Bayne on with terrible cunning, and so + learned that there had been a tremendous explosion, and Jael Dence taken + up for dead; and that, some time after, an arm and a hand had been found + in the river and recognized for the remains of Henry Little. + </p> + <p> + When she had got this out of the unwary Bayne she uttered a piercing + scream, and her head hung over the chair, and her limbs writhed, and the + whole creature seemed to wither up. + </p> + <p> + Then Bayne saw with dismay what he had done, and began to falter out + expressions of regret. She paid no attention. + </p> + <p> + He begged her to let him fetch her some salts or a cordial. + </p> + <p> + She shook her head and lay weak as water and white as a sheet. + </p> + <p> + At last she rose, and, supporting herself for a moment by the back of the + chair, she said, “you will take me to see my son's remains.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, for heaven's sake, don't think of it!” + </p> + <p> + “I must; I cannot keep away from them an instant. And how else can I know + they are his? Do you think I will believe any eye but my own? Come.” + </p> + <p> + He had no power to disobey her. He trembled in every limb at what was + coming, but he handed her into her carriage, and went with her to the Town + Hall. + </p> + <p> + When they brought her the tweed sleeves, she trembled like an aspen leaf. + When they brought her the glass receptacle, she seized Bayne by the + shoulder and turned her head away. By degrees she looked round, and seemed + to stiffen all of a sudden. “It is not my son,” said she. + </p> + <p> + She rushed out of the place, bade Mr. Bayne good-morning, and drove + directly to Dr. Amboyne. She attacked him at once. “You have been + deceiving me all this time about my son; and what am I the better? What is + anybody the better? Now tell me the truth. You think him dead?” + </p> + <p> + (Dr. Amboyne hung his head in alarm and confusion.) + </p> + <p> + “Why do you think so? Do you go by those remains? I have seen them. My + child was vaccinated on the left arm, and carried the mark. He had specks + on two of his finger-nails; he had a small wart on his little finger; and + his fingers were not blunt and uncouth, like that; they were as taper as + any lady's in England; that hand is nothing like my son's; you are all + blind; yet you must go and blind the only one who had eyes, the only one + who really loved him, and whose opinion is worth a straw.” + </p> + <p> + Dr. Amboyne was too delighted at the news to feel these reproaches very + deeply. “Thank God!” said he. “Scold me, for I deserve it. But I did for + the best; but, unfortunately, we have still to account for his writing to + no one all this time. No matter. I begin to hope. THAT was the worst + evidence. Edith, I must go to Woodbine Villa. That poor girl must not + marry in ignorance of this. Believe me, she will never marry Coventry, if + HE is alive. Excuse my leaving you at such a time, but there is not a + moment to be lost.” + </p> + <p> + He placed her on a sofa, and opened the window; for, by a natural + reaction, she was beginning to feel rather faint. He gave his housekeeper + strict orders to take care of her, then snatching his hat, went hastily + out. + </p> + <p> + At the door he met the footman with several letters (he had a large + correspondence), shoved them pell-mell into his breast-pocket, shouted to + a cabman stationed near, and drove off to Woodbine Villa. + </p> + <p> + It was rather up-hill, but he put his head out of the window and offered + the driver a sovereign to go fast. The man lashed his horse up the hill, + and did go very fast, though it seemed slow to Dr. Amboyne, because his + wishes flew so much faster. + </p> + <p> + At last he got to the villa, and rang furiously. + </p> + <p> + After a delay that set the doctor stamping, Lally appeared. + </p> + <p> + “I must see Miss Carden directly.” + </p> + <p> + “Step in, sir; she won't be long now.” + </p> + <p> + Dr. Amboyne walked into the dining-room, and saw it adorned with a wealth + of flowers, and the wedding-breakfast set out with the usual splendor; but + there was nobody there; and immediately an uneasy suspicion crossed his + mind. + </p> + <p> + He came out into the passage, and found Lally there. + </p> + <p> + “Are they gone to the church?” + </p> + <p> + “They are,” said Lally, with consummate coolness. + </p> + <p> + “You Irish idiot!” roared the doctor, “why couldn't you tell me that + before?” And, notwithstanding his ungainly figure, he ran down the road, + shouting, like a Stentor, to his receding cabman. + </p> + <p> + “Bekase I saw that every minute was goold,” said Lally, as soon as he was + out of hearing. + </p> + <p> + The cabman, like most of his race, was rather deaf and a little blind, and + Dr. Amboyne was much heated and out of breath before he captured him. He + gasped out, “To St. Peter's Church, for your life!” + </p> + <p> + It was rather down-hill this time, and about a mile off. + </p> + <p> + In little more than five minutes the cab rattled up to the church door. + </p> + <p> + Dr. Amboyne got out, told the man to wait, and entered the church with a + rapid step. + </p> + <p> + Before he had gone far up the center aisle, he stopped. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Coventry and Grace Carden were coming down the aisle together in + wedding costume, the lady in her bridal veil. + </p> + <p> + They were followed by the bridemaids. + </p> + <p> + Dr. Amboyne stared, and stepped aside into an open pew to let them pass. + </p> + <p> + They swept by; he looked after them, and remained glued to his seat till + the church was clear of the procession. + </p> + <p> + He went into the vestry, and found the curate there. + </p> + <p> + “Are that couple really married, sir?” said he. + </p> + <p> + The curate looked amazed. “As fast as I can make them,” said he, rather + flippantly. + </p> + <p> + “Excuse me,” said the doctor, faintly. “It was a foolish question to ask.” + </p> + <p> + “I think I have the honor of speaking to Dr. Amboyne?” + </p> + <p> + Dr. Amboyne bowed mechanically. + </p> + <p> + “You will be at the wedding-breakfast, of course?” + </p> + <p> + “Humph!” + </p> + <p> + “Why, surely, you are invited?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes” (with an equally absent air). + </p> + <p> + Finding him thus confused, the sprightly curate laughed and bade him + good-morning, jumped into a hansom, and away to Woodbine Villa. + </p> + <p> + Dr. Amboyne followed him slowly. + </p> + <p> + “Drive me to Woodbine Villa. There's no hurry now.” + </p> + <p> + On the way, he turned the matter calmly over, and put this question to + himself: Suppose he had reached the villa in time to tell Grace Carden the + news! Certainly he would have disturbed the wedding; but would it have + been put off any the more? The bride's friends and advisers would have + replied, “But that is no positive proof that he is alive; and, if he is + alive, he has clearly abandoned her. Not a line for all these months.” + </p> + <p> + This view of the matter appeared to him unanswerable, and reconciled him, + in a great degree, to what seemed inevitable. + </p> + <p> + He uttered one deep sigh of regret, and proceeded now to read his letters; + for he was not likely to have another opportunity for an hour or two at + least, since he must be at the wedding breakfast. His absence would + afflict the bride. + </p> + <p> + The third letter he took out of his breast-pocket bore an American + postmark. At the first word of it he uttered an ejaculation, and his eye + darted to the signature. + </p> + <p> + Then he gave a roar of delight. It was signed “Henry Little,” and the date + only twelve days old. + </p> + <p> + His first thought was the poor lady who, at this moment, lay on a sofa in + his house, a prey to doubts and fears he could now cure in a moment. + </p> + <p> + But no sooner had he cast his eyes over the contents, than his very flesh + began to creep with dire misgivings and suspicions. + </p> + <p> + To these succeeded the gravest doubts as to the course he ought to pursue + at Woodbine Villa. + </p> + <p> + He felt pretty sure that Grace Carden had been entrapped into marrying a + villain, and his first impulse was to denounce the bridegroom before the + assembled guests. + </p> + <p> + But his cooler judgment warned him against acting in hot blood, and + suggested it would be better to try and tell her privately. + </p> + <p> + And then he asked himself what would be the consequence of telling her. + </p> + <p> + She was a lady of great spirit, fire, and nobility. She would never live + with this husband of hers. + </p> + <p> + And then came the question, What would be her life? + </p> + <p> + She might be maid, wife, and widow all her days. + </p> + <p> + Horrible as it was, he began almost to fear her one miserable chance of + happiness might lie in ignorance. + </p> + <p> + But then how long could she be in ignorance? + </p> + <p> + Little was coming home; he would certainly speak out. + </p> + <p> + Dr. Amboyne was more tormented with doubts than a man of inferior + intellect would have been. His was an academic mind, accustomed to look at + every side of a question; and, when he reached Woodbine Villa, he was + almost distracted with doubt and perplexity. However, there was one person + from whom the news must not be kept a moment. He took an envelope out of + his pocket-book, and sent the cabman to Mrs. Little with this line: + </p> + <p> + “Thank God, I have a letter from Henry Little by this day's post. He is + well. Wait an hour or two for me. I can not leave Woodbine Villa at + present.” + </p> + <p> + He sent this off by his cabman, and went into the breakfast-room in a + state of mind easier to imagine than to describe. + </p> + <p> + The party were all seated, and his the only vacant place. + </p> + <p> + It was like a hundred other weddings at which he had been; and, seeing the + bride and bridegroom seated together as usual, and the pretty bridemaids + tittering, as usual, and the gentle dullness lighted up with here and + there a feeble jest, as usual, he could hardly realize that horrible + things lay beneath the surface of all this snowy bride-cake, and flowers, + and white veils, and weak jocoseness. + </p> + <p> + He stared, bowed, and sunk into his place like a man in a dream. + </p> + <p> + Bridemaids became magnetically conscious that an incongruous element had + entered; so they tittered. At what does sweet silly seventeen not titter? + </p> + <p> + Knives and forks clattered, champagne popped, and Dr. Amboyne was more + perplexed and miserable than he had ever been. He had never encountered a + more hopeless situation. + </p> + <p> + Presently Lally came and touched the bridegroom. He apologized, and left + the room a moment. + </p> + <p> + Lally then told him to be on his guard, for the fat doctor knew something. + He had come tearing up in a fly, and had been dreadfully put out when he + found Miss Carden was gone to the church. + </p> + <p> + “Well, but he might merely wish to accompany her to the church: he is an + old friend.” + </p> + <p> + Lally shook his head and said there was much more in it than that; he + could tell by the man's eye, and his uneasy way. “Master, dear, get out of + this, for heaven's sake, as fast as ye can.” + </p> + <p> + “You are right; go and order the carriage round, as soon as the horses can + be put to.” + </p> + <p> + Coventry then went hastily back to the bridal guests, and Lally ran to the + neighboring inn which furnished the four post-horses. + </p> + <p> + Coventry had hardly settled down in his chair before he cast a keen but + furtive glance at Dr. Amboyne's face. + </p> + <p> + Then he saw directly that the doctor's mind was working, and that he was + secretly and profoundly agitated. + </p> + <p> + But, after all, he thought, what could the man know? And if he had known + any thing, would he have kept it to himself? + </p> + <p> + Still he judged it prudent to propitiate Dr. Amboyne; so, when the time + came for the usual folly of drinking healths, he leaned over to him, and, + in the sweetest possible voice, asked him if he would do them both the + honor to propose the bride's health. + </p> + <p> + At this unexpected call from Mr. Coventry, Dr. Amboyne stared in the + bridegroom's face. He stared at him so that other people began to stare. + Recovering himself a little, he rose mechanically, and surprised every + body who knew him. + </p> + <p> + Instead of the easy gayety natural to himself and proper to the occasion, + he delivered a few faltering words of affection for the bride; then + suddenly stopped, and, after a pause, said, “But some younger man must + foretell her the bright career she deserves. I am unfit. We don't know + what an hour may bring forth.” With this he sunk into his chair. + </p> + <p> + An uneasy grin, and then a gloom, fell on the bright company at these + strange words, and all looked at one another uncomfortably. + </p> + <p> + But this situation was unexpectedly relieved. The young curate rose, and + said, “I accept the honor Dr. Amboyne is generous enough to transfer to + the younger gentlemen of the party—accept it with pride.” + </p> + <p> + Starting from this exordium, he pronounced, with easy volubility, a + charming panegyric on the bride, congratulated her friends, and then + congratulated himself on being the instrument to unite her in holy wedlock + with a gentleman worthy of her affection. Then, assuming for one moment + the pastor, he pronounced a blessing on the pair, and sat down, casting + glances all round out of a pair of singularly restless eyes. + </p> + <p> + The loud applause that followed left him in no doubt as to the favorable + effect he had produced. Coventry, in particular, looked most expressively + grateful. + </p> + <p> + The bridegroom's health followed, and Coventry returned thanks in a speech + so neat and well delivered that Grace felt proud of his performance. + </p> + <p> + Then the carriage and four came round, and Coventry gave Grace an + imploring glance on which she acted at once, being herself anxious to + escape from so much publicity. She made her courtesies, and retired to put + on her traveling-dress. + </p> + <p> + Then Dr. Amboyne cursed his own indecision, but still could not make up + his mind, except to tell Raby, and make him the judge what course was + best. + </p> + <p> + The gayety, never very boisterous, began to flag altogether; when suddenly + a noise was heard outside, and one or two young people, who darted + unceremoniously to the window, were rewarded by the sight of a man and a + woman struggling and quarreling at the gate. The disturbance in question + arose thus: Jael Dence, looking out of Grace's window, saw the postman + coming, and ran to get Grace her letters (if any) before she went. + </p> + <p> + The postman, knowing her well, gave her the one letter there was. + </p> + <p> + Lally, returning from the inn, where he had stopped one unlucky minute to + drain a glass, saw this, and ran after Jael and caught her just inside the + gate. + </p> + <p> + “That is for me,” said he, rudely. + </p> + <p> + “Nay, it's for thy betters, young man; 'tis for Miss Grace Carden.” + </p> + <p> + “She is Mrs. Coventry now, so give it me.” + </p> + <p> + “I'll take her orders first.” + </p> + <p> + On this Lally grabbed at it and caught Jael's right hand, which closed + directly on the letter like a vise. + </p> + <p> + “Are these your manners?” said she. “Give over now.” + </p> + <p> + “I tell you I will have it!” said he, fiercely, for he had caught sight of + the handwriting. + </p> + <p> + He seized her hand and applied his knuckles to the back of it with all his + force. That hurt her, and she gave a cry, and twisted away from him and + drew back; then, putting her left hand to his breast, she gave a great + yaw, and then a forward rush with her mighty loins, and a contemporaneous + shove with her amazing left arm, that would have pushed down some brick + walls, and the weight and strength so suddenly applied sent Lally flying + like a feather. His head struck the stone gate-post, and he measured his + length under it. + </p> + <p> + Jael did not know how completely she had conquered him, and she ran in + with a face as red as fire, and took the letter up to Grace, and was + telling her, all in a heat, about the insolence of her new husband's Irish + servant, when suddenly she half recognized the handwriting, and stood + staring at it, and began to tremble. + </p> + <p> + “Why, what is the matter?” said Grace. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, nothing, miss. I'm foolish. The writing seems to me like a writing we + shall never see again.” And she stood and trembled still more, for the + handwriting struck her more and more. + </p> + <p> + Grace ran to her, and at the very first glance uttered a shriek of + recognition. She caught it from Jael, tore it open, saw the signature, and + sunk into a chair, half fainting, with the letter pressed convulsively to + her breast. + </p> + <p> + Jael, trembling, but comparatively self-possessed, ran to the door + directly and locked it. + </p> + <p> + “My darling! my darling! he is alive! The dear words, they swim before my + eyes. Read! read! tell me what he says. Why has he abandoned me? He has + not abandoned me! O God! what have I done? what have I done?” + </p> + <p> + Before that letter was half read, or rather sobbed, out to her, Grace tore + off all her bridal ornaments and trampled them under her feet, and moaned, + and twisted, and writhed as if her body was being tortured as well as her + heart; for Henry was true as ever, and she had married a villain. + </p> + <p> + She took the letter from Jael, and devoured every word; though she was + groaning and sobbing with the wildest agony all the time. + </p> + <p> + “NEW YORK, July 18th. + </p> + <p> + “MY OWN DEAREST GRACE,—I write you these few lines in wonder and + pain. I have sent you at least fifteen letters, and in most of them I have + begged you to write to me at the Post-office, New York; yet not one line + is here to greet me in your dear handwriting. Yet my letters must have all + reached Woodbine Villa, or why are they not sent back? Of three letters I + sent to my mother, two have been returned from Aberystwith, marked, 'Gone + away, and not left her address.' + </p> + <p> + “I have turned this horrible thing every way in my mind, and even prayed + God to assist my understanding; and I come back always to the same idea + that some scoundrel has intercepted my letters. + </p> + <p> + “The first of these I wrote at the works on the evening I left + Hillsborough; the next I wrote from Boston, after my long illness, in + great distress of mind on your account; for I put myself in your place, + and thought what agony it would be to me if nine weeks passed, and no word + from you. The rest were written from various cities, telling you I was + making our fortune, and should soon be home. Oh, I can not write of such + trifles now! + </p> + <p> + “My own darling, let me find you alive; that is all I ask. I know I shall + find you true to me, if you are alive. + </p> + <p> + “Perhaps it would have been better if my heart had not been so entirely + filled by you. God has tried me hard in some things, but He has blessed me + with true friends. It was ungrateful of me not to write to such true + friends as Dr. Amboyne and Jael Dence. But, whenever I thought of England, + I saw only you. + </p> + <p> + “By this post I write to Dr. Amboyne, Mr. Bolt, Mr. Bayne, and Jael Dence. + </p> + <p> + “This will surely baffle the enemy who has stopped all my letters to you, + and will stop this one, I dare say. + </p> + <p> + “I say no more, beloved one. What is the use? You will perhaps never see + this letter, and you know more than I can say, for you know how I love + you: and that is a great deal more than ever I can put on paper. + </p> + <p> + “I sail for England in four days. God help me to get over the interval. + </p> + <p> + “I forget whether I told you I had made my fortune. Your devoted and most + unhappy lover, + </p> + <p> + “Henry.” + </p> + <p> + Grace managed to read this, in spite of the sobs and moans that shook her, + and the film that half blinded her; and, when she had read it, sank + heavily down, and sat all crushed together, with hands working like + frenzy. + </p> + <p> + Jael kneeled beside her, and kissed and wept over her, unheeded. + </p> + <p> + Then Jael prayed aloud beside her, unheeded. + </p> + <p> + At last she spoke, looking straight before her, as if she was speaking to + the wall. + </p> + <p> + “Bring my godfather here.” + </p> + <p> + “Won't you see your father first?” said Jael, timidly. + </p> + <p> + “I have no father. I want something I can lean on over the gulf—a + man of honor. Fetch Mr. Raby to me.” + </p> + <p> + Jael kissed her tenderly, and wept over her once more a minute, then went + softly down-stairs and straight into the breakfast-room. + </p> + <p> + Here, in the meantime, considerable amusement had been created by the + contest between Lally and Jael Dence, the more so on account of the + triumph achieved by the weaker vessel. + </p> + <p> + When Lally got up, and looked about him ruefully, great was the delight of + the younger gentlemen. + </p> + <p> + When he walked in-doors, they chaffed him through an open window, and none + of them noticed that the man was paler than even the rough usage he had + received could account for. + </p> + <p> + This jocund spirit, however, was doomed to be short-lived. + </p> + <p> + Lally came into the room, looking pale and troubled, and whispered a word + in his master's ear; then retired, but left his master as pale as himself. + </p> + <p> + Coventry, seated at a distance from the window, had not seen the scrimmage + outside, and Lally's whispered information fell on him like a thunderbolt. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Beresford saw at once that something was wrong, and hinted as much to + his neighbor. It went like magic round the table, and there was an uneasy + silence. + </p> + <p> + In the midst of this silence, mysterious sounds began to be heard in the + bride's chamber: a faint scream; feet rushing across the floor; a sound as + of some one sinking heavily on to a chair or couch. + </p> + <p> + Presently came a swift stamping that told a tale of female passion; and + after that confused sounds that could not be interpreted through the + ceiling, yet somehow the listeners felt they were unusual. One or two + attempted conversation, out of politeness; but it died away—curiosity + and uneasiness prevailed. + </p> + <p> + Lally put his head in at the door, and asked if the carriage was to be + packed. + </p> + <p> + “Of course,” said Coventry; and soon the servants, male and female, were + seen taking boxes out from the hall to the carriage. + </p> + <p> + Jael Dence walked into the room, and went to Mr. Raby. + </p> + <p> + “The bride desires to see you immediately, sir.” + </p> + <p> + Raby rose, and followed Jael out. + </p> + <p> + The next minute a lady's maid came, with a similar message to Dr. Amboyne. + </p> + <p> + He rose with great alacrity, and followed her. + </p> + <p> + There was nothing remarkable in the bride's taking private leave of these + two valued friends. But somehow the mysterious things that had preceded + made the guests look with half-suspicious eyes into every thing; and + Coventry's manifest discomfiture, when Dr. Amboyne was sent for, justified + this vague sense that there was something strange going on beneath the + surface. + </p> + <p> + Neither Raby nor Amboyne came down again, and Mr. Beresford remarked aloud + that the bride's room was like the lion's den in the fable, “'Vestigia + nulla retrorsum.'” + </p> + <p> + At last the situation became intolerable to Coventry. He rose, in + desperation, and said, with a ghastly attempt at a smile, that he must, + nevertheless, face the dangers of the place himself, as the carriage was + now packed, and Mrs. Coventry and he, though loath to leave their kind + friends, had a longish journey before them. “Do not move, I pray; I shall + be back directly.” + </p> + <p> + As soon as he had got out of the room, he held a whispered consultation + with Lally, and then, collecting all his courage, and summoning all his + presence of mind, he went slowly up the stairs, determined to disown + Lally's acts (Lally himself had suggested this), and pacify Grace's + friends, if he could; but, failing that, to turn round, and stand + haughtily on his legal rights, ay, and enforce them too. + </p> + <p> + But, meantime, what had passed in the bride's chamber? + </p> + <p> + Raby found Grace Carden, with her head buried on her toilet-table, and her + hair all streaming down her back. + </p> + <p> + The floor was strewn with pearls and broken ornaments, and fragments of + the bridal veil. On the table lay Henry Little's letter. + </p> + <p> + Jael took it without a word, and gave it to Raby. + </p> + <p> + He took it, and, after a loud ejaculation of surprise, began to read it. + </p> + <p> + He had not quite finished it when Dr. Amboyne tapped at the door, and Jael + let him in. + </p> + <p> + The crushed figure with disheveled hair, and Raby's eye gleaming over the + letter in his hand, told him at once what was going on. + </p> + <p> + He ceased to doubt, or vacillate, directly; he whispered Jael Dence to + stand near Grace, and watch her closely. + </p> + <p> + He had seen a woman start up and throw herself, in one moment, out of a + window, for less than this—a woman crushed apparently, and more dead + than alive, as Grace Carden was. + </p> + <p> + Then he took out his own letter, and read it in a low voice to Mr. Raby; + but it afterward appeared the bride heard every word. + </p> + <p> + “MY BEST FRIEND,—Forgive me for neglecting you so long, and writing + only to her I love with all my soul. Forgive me, for I smart for it. I + have written fifteen letters to my darling Grace, and received no reply. I + wrote her one yesterday, but have now no hope she will ever get it. This + is terrible, but there is worse behind. This very day I have learned that + my premises were blown up within a few hours of my leaving, and poor, + faithful Jael Dence nearly killed; and then a report of my own death was + raised, and some remains found in the ruins that fools said were mine. I + suppose the letters I left in the box were all destroyed by the fire. + </p> + <p> + “Now, mark my words, one and the same villain has put that dead man's hand + and arm in the river, and has stopped my letters to Grace; I am sure of + it. So what I want you to do is, first of all, to see my darling, and tell + her I am alive and well, and then put her on her guard against deceivers. + </p> + <p> + “I suspect the postman has been tampered with. I write to Mr. Ransome to + look into that. But what you might learn for me is, whether any body + lately has had any opportunity to stop letters addressed to 'Woodbine + Villa.' That seems to point to Mr. Carden, and he was never a friend of + mine. But, somehow, I don't think he would do it. + </p> + <p> + “You see, I ask myself two questions. Is there any man in the world who + has a motive strong enough to set him tampering with my letters? and, + again, is there any man base enough to do such an act? And the answer to + both questions is the same. I have a rival, and he is base enough for any + thing. Judge for yourself. I as good as saved that Coventry's life one + snowy night, and all I asked in return was that he wouldn't blow me to the + Trades, and so put my life in jeopardy. He gave his word of honor he + wouldn't. But he broke his word. One day, when Grotait and I were fast + friends, and never thought to differ again, Grotait told me this Coventry + was the very man that came to him and told him where I was working. Such a + lump of human dirt as that—for you can't call him a man—must + be capable of any thing.” + </p> + <p> + Here the reading of the letter was interrupted by an incident. + </p> + <p> + There was on the toilet-table a stiletto, with a pearl handle. It was a + small thing, but the steel rather long, and very bright and pointed. + </p> + <p> + The unfortunate bride, without lifting her head from the table, had + reached out her hand, and was fingering this stiletto. Jael Dence went and + took it gently away, and put it out of reach. The bride went on fingering, + as if she had still got hold of it. + </p> + <p> + Amboyne exchanged an approving glance with Jael, and Raby concluded the + letter. + </p> + <p> + “I shall be home in a few days after this; and, if I find my darling well + and happy, there's no great harm done. I don't mind my own trouble and + anxiety, great as they are, but if any scoundrel has made her unhappy, or + made her believe I am dead, or false to my darling, by God, I'll kill him, + though I hang for it next day!” + </p> + <p> + Crushed, benumbed, and broken as Grace Coventry was, this sentence seemed + to act on her like an electric shock. + </p> + <p> + She started wildly up. “What! my Henry die like a felon—for a + villain like him, and an idiot like me! You won't allow that; nor you—nor + I.” + </p> + <p> + A soft step came to the door, and a gentle tap. + </p> + <p> + “Who is that?” said Dr. Amboyne. + </p> + <p> + “The bridegroom,” replied a soft voice. + </p> + <p> + “You can't come in here,” said Raby, roughly. + </p> + <p> + “Open the door,” said the bride. + </p> + <p> + Jael went to the door, but looked uncertain. + </p> + <p> + “Don't keep the bridegroom out,” said Grace, reproachfully. Then, in a + voice as sweet as his own, “I want to see him; I want to speak to him.” + </p> + <p> + Jael opened the door slowly, for she felt uneasy. Raby shrugged his + shoulders contemptuously at Grace's condescending to speak to the man, and + in so amiable a tone. + </p> + <p> + Coventry entered, and began, “My dear Grace, the carriage is ready—” + </p> + <p> + No sooner had she got him fairly into the room, than the bride snatched up + the stiletto, and flew at the bridegroom with gleaming eyes, uplifted + weapon, the yell of a furious wild beast, and hair flying out behind her + head like a lion's mane. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0040" id="link2HCH0040"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XL. + </h2> + <p> + Dr. Amboyne and Raby cried out, and tried to interfere; but Grace's + movement was too swift, furious, and sudden; she was upon the man, with + her stiletto high in the air, before they could get to her, and indeed the + blow descended, and, inspired as it was by love, and hate, and fury, would + doubtless have buried the weapon in a rascal's body; but Jael Dence caught + Grace's arm: that weakened, and also diverted the blow; yet the slight, + keen weapon pierced Coventry's cheek, and even inflicted a slight wound + upon the tongue. That very moment Jael Dence dragged her away, and held + her round the waist, writhing and striking the air; her white hand and + bridal sleeve sprinkled with her bridegroom's blood. + </p> + <p> + As for him, his love, criminal as it was, supplied the place of heroism: + he never put up a finger in defense. “No,” said he, despairingly, “let me + die by her hand; it is all I hope for now.” He even drew near her to + enable her to carry out her wish: but, on that, Jael Dence wrenched her + round directly, and Dr. Amboyne disarmed her, and Raby marched between the + bride and the bridegroom, and kept them apart: then they all drew their + breath, for the first time, and looked aghast at each other. + </p> + <p> + Not a face in that room had an atom of color left in it; yet it was not + until the worst was over that they realized the savage scene. + </p> + <p> + The bridegroom leaned against the wardrobe, a picture of despair, with + blood trickling from his cheek, and channeling his white waist-coat and + linen; the bride, her white and bridal sleeve spotted with blood, writhed + feebly in Jael Dence's arms, and her teeth clicked together, and her eyes + shone wildly. At that moment she was on the brink of frenzy. + </p> + <p> + Raby, a man by nature, and equal to great situations, was the first to + recover self-possession and see his way. “Silence!” said he, sternly. + “Amboyne, here's a wounded man; attend to him.” + </p> + <p> + He had no need to say that twice; the doctor examined his patient + zealously, and found him bleeding from the tongue as well as the cheek; he + made him fill his mouth with a constant supply of cold water, and applied + cold water to the nape of his neck. + </p> + <p> + And now there was a knock at the door, and a voice inquired rather + impatiently, what they were about all this time. It was Mr. Carden's + voice. + </p> + <p> + They let him in, but instantly closed the door. “Now, hush!” said Raby, + “and let me tell him.” He then, in a very few hurried words, told him the + matter. Coventry hung his head lower and lower. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Carden was terribly shaken. He could hardly speak for some time. When + he did, it was in the way of feeble expostulation. “Oh, my child! my + child! what, would you commit murder?” + </p> + <p> + “Don't you see I would,” cried she, contemptuously, “sooner than HE should + do it, and suffer for it like a felon? You are all blind, and no friends + of mine. I should have rid the earth of a monster, and they would never + have hanged ME. I hate you all, you worst of all, that call yourself my + father, and drove me to marry this villain. One thing—you won't be + always at hand to protect him.” + </p> + <p> + “I'll give you every opportunity,” said Coventry, doggedly. “You shall + kill me for loving you so madly.” + </p> + <p> + “She shall do no such thing,” said Mr. Carden. “Opportunity? do you know + her so little as to think she will ever live with you. Get out of my + house, and never presume to set foot in at again. My good friends, have + pity on a miserable father and help me to hide this monstrous thing from + the world.” + </p> + <p> + This appeal was not lost: the gentlemen put their heads together and led + Coventry into another room. There Dr. Amboyne attended to him, while Mr. + Carden went down and told his guests the bridegroom had been taken ill, so + seriously indeed that anxiety and alarm had taken the place of joy. + </p> + <p> + The guests took the hint and dispersed, wondering and curious. + </p> + <p> + Meantime, on one side of a plaster wall Amboyne was attending the + bridegroom, and stanching the effusion of blood; on the other, Raby and + Jael Dence were bringing the bride to reason. + </p> + <p> + She listened to nothing they could say until they promised her most + solemnly that she should never be compelled to pass a night under the same + roof as Frederick Coventry. That pacified her not a little. + </p> + <p> + Dr. Amboyne had also great trouble with his patient: the wound in the + cheek was not serious; but, by a sort of physical retribution—of + which, by-the-bye, I have encountered many curious examples—the + tongue, that guilty part of Frederick Coventry, though slightly punctured, + bled so persistently that Amboyne was obliged to fill his mouth with ice, + and at last support him with stimulants. He peremptorily refused to let + him be moved from Woodbine Villa. + </p> + <p> + When this was communicated to Grace, she instantly exacted Raby's promise; + and as he was a man who never went from his word, he drove her and Jael to + Raby Hall that very night, and they left Coventry in the villa, attended + by a surgeon, under whose care Amboyne had left him with strict + injunctions. Mr. Carden was secretly mortified at his daughter's retreat, + but raised no objection. + </p> + <p> + Next morning, however, he told Coventry; and then Coventry insisted on + leaving the house. “I am unfortunate enough,” said he: “do not let me + separate my only friend from his daughter.” + </p> + <p> + Mr. Carden sent a carriage off to Raby Hall, with a note, telling Grace + Mr. Coventry was gone of his own accord, and appeared truly penitent, and + much shocked at having inadvertently driven her out of the house. He + promised also to protect her, should Coventry break his word and attempted + to assume marital rights without her concurrence. + </p> + <p> + This letter found Grace in a most uncomfortable position. Mrs. Little had + returned late to Raby Hall; but in the morning she heard from Jael Dence + that Grace was in the house, and why. + </p> + <p> + The mother's feathers were up, and she could neither pity nor excuse. She + would not give the unhappy girl a word of comfort. Indeed, she sternly + refused to see her. “No,” said she: “Mrs. Coventry is unhappy; so this is + no time to show her how thoroughly Henry Little's mother despises her.” + </p> + <p> + These bitter words never reached poor Grace, but the bare fact of Mrs. + Little not coming down-stairs by one o'clock, nor sending a civil message, + spoke volumes, and Grace was sighing over it when her father's letter + came. She went home directly, and so heartbroken, that Jael Dence pitied + her deeply, and went with her, intending to stay a day or two only. + </p> + <p> + But every day something or other occurred, which combined with Grace's + prayers to keep her at Woodbine Villa. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Coventry remained quiet for some days, by which means he pacified + Grace's terrors. + </p> + <p> + On the fourth day Mr. Beresford called at Woodbine Villa, and Grace + received him, he being the curate of the parish. + </p> + <p> + He spoke to her in a sympathetic tone, which let her know at once he was + partly in the secret. He said he had just visited a very guilty, but + penitent man; that we all need forgiveness, and that a woman, once + married, has no chance of happiness but with her husband. + </p> + <p> + Grace maintained a dead silence, only her eye began to glitter. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Beresford, who had learned to watch the countenance of all those he + spoke to changed his tone immediately, from a spiritual to a secular + adviser. + </p> + <p> + “If I were you,” said he, in rather an offhand way, “I would either + forgive this man the sin into which his love has betrayed him, or I would + try to get a divorce. This would cost money: but, if you don't mind + expense, I think I could suggest a way—” + </p> + <p> + Grace interrupted him. “From whom did you learn my misery, and his + villainy? I let you in, because I thought you came from God; but you come + from a villain. Go back, sir, and say that an angel, sent by him, becomes + a devil in my eyes.” And she rang the bell with a look that spoke volumes. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Beresford bowed, smiled bitterly, and went back to Coventry, with whom + he had a curious interview, that ended in Coventry lending him two hundred + pounds on his personal security. To dispose of Mr. Beresford for the + present I will add that, soon after this, his zeal for the poor subjected + him to an affront. He was a man of soup-kitchens and subscriptions. One of + the old fogies, who disliked him, wrote letters to The Liberal, and + demanded an account of his receipts and expenditure in these worthy + objects, and repeated the demand with a pertinacity that implied + suspicion. Then Mr. Beresford called upon Dr. Fynes, and showed him the + letters, and confessed to him that he never kept any accounts, either of + public or private expenditure. “I can construe Apollonius Rhodius—with + your assistance, sir,” said he, “but I never could add up pounds, + shillings, and pence; far less divide them except amongst the afflicted.” + “Take no notice of the cads,” said Dr. Fynes. But Beresford represented + meekly that a clergyman's value and usefulness were gone when once a slur + was thrown upon him. Then Dr. Fynes gave him high testimonials, and they + parted with mutual regret. + </p> + <p> + It took Grace a day to get over her interview with Mr. Beresford; and when + with Jael's help she was calm again, she received a letter from Coventry, + indited in tones of the deepest penitence, but reminding her that he had + offered her his life, had made no resistance when she offered to take it, + and never would. + </p> + <p> + There was nothing in the letter that irritated her, but she saw in it an + attempt to open a correspondence. She wrote back: + </p> + <p> + “If you really repent your crimes, and have any true pity for the poor + creature whose happiness you have wrecked, show it by leaving this place, + and ceasing all communication with her.” + </p> + <p> + This galled Coventry, and he wrote back: + </p> + <p> + “What! leave the coast clear to Mr. Little? No, Mrs. Coventry; no.” + </p> + <p> + Grace made no reply, but a great terror seized her, and from that hour + preyed constantly on her mind—the fear that Coventry and Little + would meet, and the man she loved would do some rash act, and perhaps + perish on the scaffold for it. + </p> + <p> + This was the dominant sentiment of her distracted heart, when one day, at + eleven A.M., came a telegram from Liverpool: + </p> + <p> + “Just landed. Will be with you by four. + </p> + <p> + “HENRY LITTLE.” + </p> + <p> + Jael found her shaking all over, with this telegram in her hand. + </p> + <p> + “Thank God you are with me!” she gasped. “Let me see him once more, and + die.” + </p> + <p> + This was her first thought; but all that day she was never in the same + mind for long together. She would burst out into joy that he was really + alive, and she should see his face once more. Then she would cower with + terror, and say she dared not look him in the face; she was not worthy. + Then she would ask wildly, who was to tell him? What would become of him? + </p> + <p> + “It would break his heart, or destroy his reason. After all he had done + and suffered for her!” + </p> + <p> + Oh! why could she not die before he came? Seeing her dead body he would + forgive her. She should tell him she loved him still, should always love + him. She would withhold no comfort. Perhaps he would kill her, if so, Jael + must manage so that he should not be taken up or tormented any more, for + such a wretch as she was. + </p> + <p> + But I might as well try to dissect a storm, and write the gusts of a + tempest, as to describe all the waves of passion in that fluctuating and + agonized heart: the feelings and the agitation of a life were crowded into + those few hours, during which she awaited the lover she had lost. + </p> + <p> + At last, Jael Dence, though she was also much agitated and perplexed, + decided on a course of action. Just before four o'clock she took Grace + upstairs and told her she might see him arrive, but she must not come down + until she was sent for. “I shall see him first, and tell him all; and, + when he is fit to see you, I will let you know.” + </p> + <p> + Grace submitted, and even consented to lie down for half an hour. She was + now, in truth, scarcely able to stand, being worn out with the mental + struggle. She lay passive, with Jael Dence's hand in hers. + </p> + <p> + When she had lain so about an hour, she started up suddenly, and the next + moment a fly stopped at the door. Henry Little got out at the gate, and + walked up the gravel to the house. + </p> + <p> + Grace looked at him from behind the curtain, gazed at him till he + disappeared, and then turned round, with seraphic joy on her countenance. + “My darling!” she murmured; “more beautiful than ever! Oh misery! misery!” + </p> + <p> + One moment her heart was warm with rapture, the next it was cold with + despair. But the joy was blind love; the despair was reason. + </p> + <p> + She waited, and waited, but no summons came. + </p> + <p> + She could not deny herself the sound of his voice. She crept down the + stairs, and into her father's library, separated only by thin + folding-doors from the room where Henry Little was with Jael Dence. + </p> + <p> + Meantime Jael Dence opened the door to Henry Little, and, putting her + fingers to her lips, led him into the dining-room and shut the door. + </p> + <p> + Now, as his suspicions were already excited, this reception alarmed him + seriously. As soon as ever they were alone, he seized both Jael's hands, + and, looking her full in the face, said: + </p> + <p> + “One word—is she alive?” + </p> + <p> + “She is.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank god! Bless the tongue that tells me that. My good Jael! my best + friend!” And, with that, kissed her heartily on both cheeks. + </p> + <p> + She received this embrace like a woman of wood; a faint color rose, but + retired directly, and left her cheek as pale as before. + </p> + <p> + He noticed her strange coldness, and his heart began to quake. + </p> + <p> + “There is something the matter?” he whispered. + </p> + <p> + “There is.” + </p> + <p> + “Something you don't like to tell me?” + </p> + <p> + “Like to tell you! I need all my courage, and you yours.” + </p> + <p> + “Say she is alive, once more.” + </p> + <p> + “She is alive, and not likely to die; but she does not care to live now. + They told her you were dead; they told her you were false; appearances + were such she had no chance not to be deceived. She held out for a long + time; but they got the better of her—her father is much to blame—she + is—married.” + </p> + <p> + “Married!” + </p> + <p> + “Yes!” + </p> + <p> + “Married!” He leaned, sick as death, against the mantel-piece, and gasped + so terribly that Jael's fortitude gave way, and she began to cry. + </p> + <p> + After a long time he got a word or two out in a broken voice. + </p> + <p> + “The false—inconstant—wretch! Oh Heaven! what I have done and + suffered for her—and now married!—married! And the earth + doesn't swallow her, nor the thunder strike her! Curse her, curse her + husband, curse her children! may her name be a by-word for shame and + misery—” + </p> + <p> + “Hush! hush! or you will curse your own mad tongue. Hear all, before you + judge her.” + </p> + <p> + “I have heard all; she is a wife; she shall soon be a widow. Thought I was + false! What business had she to think I was false? It is only false hearts + that suspect true ones. She thought me dead? Why? Because I was out of + sight. She heard there was a dead hand found in the river. Why didn't she + go and see it? Could all creation pass another hand off on me for hers? + No; for I loved her. She never loved me.” + </p> + <p> + “She loved you, and loves you still. When that dead hand was found, she + fell swooning, and lay at death's door for you, and now she has stained + her hands with blood for you. She tried to kill her husband, the moment + she found you were alive and true, and he had made a fool of her.” + </p> + <p> + “TRIED to kill him! Why didn't she do it? I should not have failed at such + work. I love her.” + </p> + <p> + “Blame me for that; I stopped her arm, and I am stronger than she is. I + say she is no more to blame than you. You have acted like a madman, and + she suffers for it. Why did you slip away at night like that, and not tell + me?” + </p> + <p> + “I left letters to you and her, and other people besides.” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, left them, and hadn't the sense to post them. Why didn't you TELL + me? Had ever any young man as faithful and true a friend in any young + woman as you had in me? Many a man has saved a woman's life, but it isn't + often that a woman fights for a man, and gets the upper hand: yet you gave + me nothing in return; not even your confidence. Look the truth in the + face, my lad; all your trouble, and all hers, comes of your sneaking out + of Hillsborough in that daft way, without a word to me, the true friend, + that was next door to you; which I nearly lost my life by your fault; for, + if you had told me, I should have seen you off, and so escaped a month's + hospital, and other troubles that almost drove me crazy. Don't you abuse + that poor young lady before me, or I sha'n't spare you. She is more to be + pitied than you are. Folk should look at home for the cause of their + troubles; her misery, and yours, it is all owing to your own folly and + ingratitude; ay, you may look; I mean what I say—ingratitude.” + </p> + <p> + The attack was so sudden and powerful that Henry Little was staggered and + silenced; but an unexpected defender appeared on the scene; one of the + folding-doors was torn open, and Grace darted in. + </p> + <p> + “How dare you say it is his fault, poor ill-used angel! No, no, no, no, I + am the only one to blame. I didn't love you as you deserved. I tried to + die for you, and FAILED. I tried to kill that monster for you, and FAILED. + I am too weak and silly; I shall only make you more unhapppy. Give me one + kiss, my own darling, and then kill me out of the way.” With this she was + over his knees and round his neck in a moment, weeping, and clutching him + with a passionate despair that melted all his anger away, and soon his own + tears tell on her like rain. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, Grace! Grace!” he sobbed, “how could you? how could you?” + </p> + <p> + “Don't speak unkindly to her,” cried Jael, “or she won't be alive a day. + She is worse off than you are; and so is he too.” + </p> + <p> + “You mock me; he is her husband. He can make her live with him. He can—” + Here he broke out cursing and blaspheming, and called Grace a viper, and + half thrust her away from him with horror, and his face filled with + jealous anguish: he looked like a man dying of poison. + </p> + <p> + Then he rose to his feet, and said, with a sort of deadly calm, “Where can + I find the man?” + </p> + <p> + “Not in this house, you may be sure,” said Jael; “nor in any house where + she is.” + </p> + <p> + Henry sank into his seat again, and looked amazed. + </p> + <p> + “Tell him all,” said Grace. “Don't let him think I do not love him at + all.” + </p> + <p> + “I will,” said Jael. “Well, the wedding was at eleven; your letter came at + half-past twelve, and I took it her. Soon after that the villain came to + her, and she stabbed him directly with this stiletto. Look at it; there's + his blood up on it; I kept it to show you. I caught her arm, or she would + have killed him, I believe. He lost so much blood, the doctor would not + let him be moved. Then she thought of you still, and would not pass a + night under the same roof with him; at two o'clock she was on the way to + Raby; but Mr. Coventry was too much of a man to stay in the house and + drive her out; so he went off next morning, and, as soon as she heard + that, she came home. She is wife and no wife, as the saying is, and how it + is all to end Heaven only knows.” + </p> + <p> + “It will end the moment I meet the man; and that won't be long.” + </p> + <p> + “There! there!” cried Grace, “that is what I feared. Ah, Jael! Jael! why + did you hold my hand? They would not have hung ME. I told you so at the + time: I knew what I was about.” + </p> + <p> + “Jael,” said the young man, “of all the kind things you have done for me, + that was the kindest. You saved my poor girl from worse trouble than she + is now in. No, Grace; you shall not dirty your hand with such scum as + that: it is my business, and mine only.” + </p> + <p> + In vain did Jael expostulate, and Grace implore. In vain did Jael assure + him that Coventry was in a worse position than himself, and try to make + him see that any rash act of his would make Grace even more miserable than + she was at present. He replied that he had no intention of running his + neck into a halter; he should act warily, like the Hillsborough Trades, + and strike his blow so cunningly that the criminal should never know + whence it came. “I've been in a good school for homicide,” said he; “and I + am an inventor. No man has ever played the executioner so ingeniously as I + will play it. Think of all this scoundrel has done to me: he owes me a + dozen lives, and I'll take one. Man shall never detect me: God knows all, + and will forgive me, I hope. If He doesn't, I can't help it.” + </p> + <p> + He kissed Grace again and again, and comforted her; said she was not to + blame; honest people were no match for villains: if she had been twice as + simple, he would have forgiven her at sight of the stiletto; that cleared + her, in his mind, better than words. + </p> + <p> + He was now soft and gentle as a lamb. He begged Jael's pardon humbly for + leaving Hillsborough without telling her. He said he had gone up to her + room; but all was still; and he was a working man, and the sleep of a + working-woman was sacred to him—(he would have awakened a fine lady + without ceremony). Be assured her he had left a note for her in his box, + thanking and blessing her for all her goodness. He said that he hoped he + might yet live to prove by acts, and not by idle words, how deeply he felt + all she had done and suffered for him. + </p> + <p> + Jael received these excuses in hard silence. “That is enough about me,” + said she, coldly. “If you are grateful to me, show it by taking my advice. + Leave vengeance to Him who has said that vengeance is His.” + </p> + <p> + The man's whole manner changed directly, and he said doggedly: + </p> + <p> + “Well, I will be His instrument.” + </p> + <p> + “He will choose His own.” + </p> + <p> + “I'll lend my humble co-operation.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, do not argue with him,” said Grace, piteously. “When did a man ever + yield to our arguments? Dearest, I can't argue: but I am full of misery, + and full of fears. You see my love; you forgive my folly. Have pity on me; + think of my condition: do not doom me to live in terror by night and day: + have I not enough to endure, my own darling? There, promise me you will do + nothing rash to-night, and that you will come to me the first thing + to-morrow. Why, you have not seen your mother yet; she is at Raby Hall.” + </p> + <p> + “My dear mother!” said he: “it would be a poor return for all your love if + I couldn't put off looking for that scum till I have taken you in my + arms.” + </p> + <p> + And so Grace got a reprieve. + </p> + <p> + They parted in deep sorrow, but almost as lovingly as ever, and Little + went at once to Raby Hall, and Grace, exhausted by so many emotions, lay + helpless on a couch in her own room all the rest of the day. + </p> + <p> + For some time she lay in utter prostration, and only the tears that + trickled at intervals down her pale cheeks showed that she was conscious + of her miserable situation. + </p> + <p> + Jael begged and coaxed her to take some nourishment: but she shook her + head with disgust at the very idea. + </p> + <p> + For all that at nine o'clock, her faithful friend almost forced a few + spoonfuls of tea down her throat, feeding her like a child: and, when she + had taken it, she tried to thank her, but choked in the middle, and, + flinging her arm round Jael's neck, burst into a passion of weeping, and + incoherent cries of love, and pity, and despair. “Oh, my darling! so + great! so noble! so brave! so gentle! And I have destroyed us both! he + forgave me as soon as he SAW me! So terrible, so gentle! What will be the + next calamity? Ah, Jael! save him from that rash act, and I shall never + complain; for he was dead, and is alive again.” + </p> + <p> + “We will find some way to do that between us—you, and I, and his + mother.” + </p> + <p> + “Ah, yes: she will be on my side in that. But she will be hard upon me. + She will point out all my faults, my execrable folly. Ah, if I could but + live my time over again, I'd pray night and day for selfishness. They + teach us girls to pray for this and that virtue, which we have too much of + already; and what we ought to pray for is selfishness. But no! I must + think of my father, and think of that hypocrite: but the one person whose + feelings I was too mean, and base, and silly to consult, was myself. I + always abhorred this marriage. I feared it, and loathed it; yet I yielded + step by step, for want of a little selfishness; we are slaves without it—mean, + pitiful, contemptible slaves. O God, in mercy give me selfishness! Ah me, + it is too late now. I am a lost creature; nothing is left me but to die.” + </p> + <p> + Jael got her to bed, and sleep came at last to her exhausted body; but, + even when her eyes were closed, tears found their way through the lids, + and wetted her pillow. + </p> + <p> + So can great hearts and loving natures suffer. + </p> + <p> + Can they enjoy in proportion? + </p> + <p> + Let us hope so. But I have my doubts. + </p> + <p> + Henry Little kept his word, and came early next morning. He looked hopeful + and excited: he said he had thought the matter over, and was quite content + to let that scoundrel live, and even to dismiss all thought of him, if + Grace really loved him. + </p> + <p> + “If I love you!” said Grace. “Oh, Henry, why did I ask you to do nothing + rash, but that I love you? Why did I attempt his life myself? because you + said in your letter—It was not to revenge myself, but to save you + from more calamity. Cruel, cruel! Do I love him?” + </p> + <p> + “I know you love me, Grace: but do you love me enough? Will you give up + the world for me, and let us be happy together, the only way we can? My + darling Grace, I have made our fortune; all the world lies before us; I + left England alone, for you; now leave it with me, and let us roam the + world together.” + </p> + <p> + “Henry!—what!—when I can not be your wife!” + </p> + <p> + “You can be my wife; my wife in reality, as you are his in name and + nothing else. It is idle to talk as if we were in some ordinary situation. + There are plenty of countries that would disown such a marriage as yours, + a mere ceremony obtained by fraud, and canceled by a stroke with a dagger + and instant separation. Oh, my darling, don't sacrifice both our lives to + a scruple that is out of place here. Don't hesitate; don't delay. I have a + carriage waiting outside; end all our misery by one act of courage, and + trust yourself to me; did I ever fail you?” + </p> + <p> + “For shame, Henry! for shame!” + </p> + <p> + “It is the only way to happiness. You were quite right; if I kill that + wretch we shall be parted in another way, always parted; now we can be + together for life. Remember, dearest, how I begged you in this very room + to go to the United States with me: you refused: well, have you never been + sorry you refused? Now I once more implore you to be wise and brave, and + love me as I love you. What is the world to us? You are all the world to + me.” + </p> + <p> + “Answer him, Jael; oh, answer him!” + </p> + <p> + “Nay, these are things every woman must answer for herself.” + </p> + <p> + “And I'll take no answer but yours.” Then he threw himself at her feet, + and clasping her in his arms implored her, with all the sighs and tears + and eloquence of passion, to have pity on them both, and fly at once with + him. + </p> + <p> + She writhed and struggled faintly, and turned away from him, and fell + tenderly toward him, by turns, and still he held her tight, and grew + stronger, more passionate, more persuasive, as she got weaker and almost + faint. Her body seemed on the point of sinking, and her mind of yielding. + </p> + <p> + But all of a sudden she made a desperate effort. “Let me go!” she cried. + “So this is your love! With all my faults and follies, I am truer than + you. Shame on your love, that would dishonor the creature you love! Let me + go, sir, I say, or I shall hate you worse than I do the wretch whose name + I bear.” + </p> + <p> + He let her go directly, and then her fiery glance turned to one long + lingering look of deep but tender reproach, and she fled sobbing. + </p> + <p> + He sank into a chair, and buried his face in his hands. + </p> + <p> + After a while he raised his head, and saw Jael Dence looking gravely at + him. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, speak your mind,” said he, bitterly. + </p> + <p> + “You are like the world. You think only of yourself; that's all I have to + say.” + </p> + <p> + “You are very unkind to say so. I think for us both: and she will think + with me, in time. I shall come again to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + He said this with an iron resolution that promised a long and steady + struggle, to which Grace, even in this first encounter, had shown herself + hardly equal. + </p> + <p> + Jael went to her room, expecting to find her as much broken down as she + was by Henry's first visit; but, instead of that, the young lady was + walking rapidly to and fro. + </p> + <p> + At sight of Jael, she caught her by the hand, and said, “Well!” + </p> + <p> + “He is coming again to-morrow.” + </p> + <p> + “Is he sorry?” + </p> + <p> + “Not he.” + </p> + <p> + “Who would have thought he was so wicked?” + </p> + <p> + This seemed rather exaggerated to Jael; for with all Mrs. Little's + teaching she was not quite a lady yet in all respects, though in many + things she was always one by nature. “Let it pass,” said she. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “'It is a man's part to try, + And a woman's to deny.'” + </pre> + <p> + “And how often shall I have to deny him I love so dearly?” + </p> + <p> + “As often as he asks you to be his mistress; for, call it what you like, + that is all he has to offer you.” + </p> + <p> + Grace hid her face in her hands. + </p> + <p> + Jael colored. “Excuse my blunt speaking; but sometimes the worst word is + the best; fine words are just words with a veil on.” + </p> + <p> + “Will he dare to tempt me again, after what I said?” + </p> + <p> + “Of course he will: don't you know him? he never gives in. But, suppose he + does, you have your answer ready.” + </p> + <p> + “Jael,” said Grace, “you are so strong, it blinds you to my weakness. I + resist him, day after day! I, who pity him so, and blame myself! Why, his + very look, his touch, his voice, overpower me so that my whole frame seems + dissolving: feel how I tremble at him, even now. No, no; let those resist + who are sure of their strength. Virtue, weakened by love and pity, has but + one resource—to fly. Jael Dence, if you are a woman, help me to save + the one thing I have got left to save.” + </p> + <p> + “I will,” said Jael Dence. + </p> + <p> + In one hour from that time they had packed a box and a carpetbag, and were + on their way to a railway station. They left Hillsborough. + </p> + <p> + In three days Jael returned, but Grace Coventry did not come back with + her. + </p> + <p> + The day after that trying scene, Henry Little called, not to urge Grace + again, as she presumed he would, but to ask pardon: at the same time we + may be sure of this—that, after a day or two spent in obtaining + pardon, the temptation would have been renewed, and so on forever. Of + this, however, Little was not conscious: he came to ask pardon, and offer + a pure and patient love, till such time as Heaven should have pity on them + both. He was informed that Mrs. Coventry had quitted Hillsborough, and + left a letter for him. It was offered him; he snatched it and read it. + </p> + <p> + “MY OWN DEAR HENRY,—You have given me something to forgive, and I + forgive you without asking, as I hope you will one day forgive me. I have + left Hillsborough to avoid a situation that was intolerable and + solicitations which I blushed to hear, and for which you would one day + have blushed too. This parting is not forever, I hope; but that rests with + yourself. Forego your idea of vengeance on that man, whose chastisement + you would best alleviate by ending his miserable existence; and learn to + love me honorably and patiently, as I love you. Should you obtain this + great victory over yourself, you will see me again. Meantime, think of her + who loves you to distraction, and whose soul hovers about you unseen. Pray + for me, dear one, at midnight, and at eight o'clock every morning; for + those are two of the hours I shall pray for you. Do you remember the old + church, and how you cried over me? I can write no more: my tears blind me + so. Farewell. Your unhappy + </p> + <p> + “GRACE.” + </p> + <p> + Little read this piteous letter, and it was a heavy blow to him; a blow + that all the tenderness shown in it could not at first soften. She had + fled from him; she shunned him. It was not from Coventry she fled; it was + from him. + </p> + <p> + He went home cold and sick at heart, and gave himself up to grief and deep + regrets for several days. + </p> + <p> + But soon his powerful and elastic mind, impatient of impotent sorrow, and + burning for some kind of action, seized upon vengeance as the only thing + left to do. + </p> + <p> + At this period he looked on Coventry as a beast in human shape, whom he + had a moral right to extinguish; only, as he had not a legal right, it + must be done with consummate art. He trusted nobody; spoke to nobody; but + set himself quietly to find out where Coventry lived, and what were his + habits. He did this with little difficulty. Coventry lodged in a principal + street, but always dined at a club, and returned home late, walking + through a retired street or two; one of these passed by the mouth of a + narrow court that was little used. + </p> + <p> + Little, disguised as a workman, made a complete reconnaissance of this + locality, and soon saw that his enemy was at his mercy. + </p> + <p> + But, while he debated within himself what measure of vengeance he should + take, and what noiseless weapon he should use, an unseen antagonist + baffled him. That antagonist was Grace Carden. Still foreboding mischief, + she wrote to Mr. Coventry, from a town two hundred miles distant: + </p> + <p> + “Whatever you are now, you were born a gentleman, and will, I think, + respect a request from a lady you have wronged. Mr. Little has returned, + and I have left Hillsborough; if he encounters you in his despair, he will + do you some mortal injury. This will only make matters worse, and I dread + the scandal that will follow, and to hear my sad story in a court of law + as a justification for his violence. Oblige me, then, by leaving + Hillsborough for a time, as I have done.” + </p> + <p> + On receipt of this, Coventry packed up his portmanteau directly, and, + leaving Lally behind to watch the town, and see whether this was a ruse, + he went directly to the town whence Grace's letter was dated, and to the + very hotel. + </p> + <p> + This she had foreseen and intended. + </p> + <p> + He found she had been there, and had left for a neighboring + watering-place: he followed her thither, and there she withdrew the clew; + she left word she was gone to Stirling; but doubled on him, and soon put + hundreds of miles between them. He remained in Scotland, hunting her. + </p> + <p> + Thus she played the gray plover with him she hated, and kept the beloved + hands from crime. + </p> + <p> + When Little found that Coventry had left Hillsborough, he pretended to + himself that he was glad of it. “My darling is right,” said he. “I will + obey her, and do nothing contrary to law. I will throw him into prison, + that is all.” With these moderated views, he called upon his friend + Ransome, whom of course he had, as yet, carefully avoided, to ask his aid + in collecting the materials for an indictment. He felt sure that Coventry + had earned penal servitude, if the facts could only be put in evidence. He + found Ransome in low spirits, and that excellent public servant being + informed what he was wanted for, said dryly, “Well, but this will require + some ability: don't you think your friend Silly Billy would be more likely + to do it effectually than John Ransome?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, Ransome, are you mad?” + </p> + <p> + “No, I merely do myself justice. Silly Billy smelt that faulty grindstone; + and I can't smell a rat a yard from my nose, it seems. You shall judge for + yourself. There have been several burglaries in this town of late, and + planned by a master. This put me on my mettle, and I have done all I + could, with my small force, and even pryed about in person, night after + night, and that is not exactly my business, but I felt it my duty. Well, + sir, two nights ago, no more, I had the luck to come round a corner right + upon a job: Alderman Dick's house, full of valuables, and the windows well + guarded; but one of his cellars is only covered with a heavy wooden + shutter, bolted within. I found this open, and a board wedged in, to keep + it ajar: down I went on my knees, saw a light inside, and heard two words + of thieves' latin; that was enough, you know; I whipped out the board, + jumped on the heavy shutter, and called for the police.” + </p> + <p> + “Did you expect them to come?” + </p> + <p> + “Not much. These jobs are timed so as not to secure the attendance of the + police. But assistance of another kind came; a gentleman full dressed, in + a white tie and gloves, ran up, and asked me what it was. 'Thieves in the + cellar,' said I, and shouted police, and gave my whistle. The gentleman + jumped on the shutter. 'I can keep that down,' said he. 'I'm sure I saw + two policemen in acorn Street: run quick!' and he showed me his + sword-cane, and seemed so hearty in it, and confident, I ran round the + corner, and gave my whistle. Two policemen came up; but, in that moment, + the swell accomplice had pulled all his pals out of the cellar, and all I + saw of the lot, when I came back, was the swell's swallow-tail coat flying + like the wind toward a back slum, where I and my bobbies should have been + knocked on the head, if we had tried to follow him; but indeed he was too + fleet to give us the chance.” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said Henry, “that was provoking: but who can foresee every thing + all in a moment? I have been worse duped than that a good many times.” + </p> + <p> + Ransome shook his head. “An old officer of police, like me, not to smell a + swell accomplice. I had only to handcuff that man, and set him down with + me on the shutter, till, in the dispensation of Providence, a bobby came + by.” + </p> + <p> + He added by way of corollary, “You should send to London for a detective.” + </p> + <p> + “Not I,” said Henry. “I know you for a sagacious man, and a worthy man, + and my friend. I'll have no one to help me in it but you.” + </p> + <p> + “Won't you?” said Ransome. “Then I'll go in. You have done me good, Mr. + Little, by sticking to a defeated friend like this. Now for your case; + tell me all you know, and how you know it.” + </p> + <p> + Henry complied, and Ransome took his notes. Then he said, he had got some + old memoranda by him, that might prove valuable: he would call in two + days. + </p> + <p> + He did call, and showed Henry Coventry's card, and told him he had picked + it up close by his letter-box, on the very night of the explosion. “Mark + my words, this will expand into something,” said the experienced officer. + </p> + <p> + Before he left, he told Henry that he had now every reason to believe the + swell accomplice was Shifty Dick, the most successful and distinguished + criminal in England. “I have just got word from London that he has been + working here, and has collared a heavy swag; he says he will go into + trade: one of his old pals let that out in jail. Trade! then heaven help + his customers, that is all.” + </p> + <p> + “You may catch him yet.” + </p> + <p> + “When I catch Jack-a-lantern. He is not so green as to stay a day in + Hillsborough, now his face has been close to mine; they all know I never + forget a face. No, no; I shall never see him again, till I am telegraphed + for, to inspect his mug and his wild-cat eyes in some jail or other. I + must try and not think of him; it disturbs my mind, and takes off my + attention from my duties.” + </p> + <p> + Ransome adhered to this resolution for more than a month, during which + time he followed out every indication with the patience of a beagle; and, + at last, he called one day and told Little Hill had forfeited his bail, + and gone to Canada at the expense of the trade; but had let out strange + things before he left. There was a swell concerned in his attempt with the + bow and arrow: there was a swell concerned in the explosion, with some + workman, whose name he concealed; he had seen them on the bridge, and had + seen the workman receive a bag of gold, and had collared him, and demanded + his share; this had been given him, but not until he threatened to call + the bobbies. “Now, if we could find Hill, and get him to turn Queen's + evidence, this, coupled with what you and I could furnish, would secure + your man ten years of penal servitude. I know an able officer at Quebec. + Is it worth while going to the expense?” + </p> + <p> + Little, who had received the whole communication in a sort of despondent, + apathetic way, replied that he didn't think it was worth while. “My good + friend,” said he, “I am miserable. Vengeance, I find, will not fill a + yearning heart. And the truth is, that all this time I have been secretly + hoping she would return, and that has enabled me to bear up, and chatter + about revenge. Who could believe a young creature like that would leave + her father and all her friends for good? I made sure she would come back + in a week or two. And to think that it is I who have driven her away, and + darkened my own life. I thought I had sounded the depths of misery. I was + a fool to think so. No, no; life would be endurable if I could only see + her face once a day, and hear her voice, though it was not even speaking + to me. Oh! oh!” + </p> + <p> + Now this was the first time Little had broken down before Ransome. + Hitherto he had spoken of Coventry, but not of Grace; he had avoided + speaking of her, partly from manly delicacy, partly because he foresaw his + fortitude would give way if he mentioned her. + </p> + <p> + But now the strong man's breast seemed as if it would burst, and his + gasping breath, and restless body, betrayed what a price he must have paid + for the dogged fortitude he had displayed for several weeks, love-sick all + the time. + </p> + <p> + Ransome was affected: he rose and walked about the room, ashamed to look + at a Spartan broken down. + </p> + <p> + When he had given Little time to recover some little composure, he said, + “Mr. Little, you were always too much of a gentleman to gossip about the + lady you love; and it was not my business to intrude upon that subject; it + was too delicate. But, of course, with what I have picked up here and + there, and what you have let drop, without the least intending it, I know + pretty well how the land lies. And, sir, a man does not come to my time of + life without a sore and heavy heart; if I was to tell you how I came to be + a bachelor—but, no; even after ten years I could not answer for + myself. All I can say is that, if you should do me the honor to consult me + on something that is nearer your heart than revenge, you would have all my + sympathy and all my zeal.” + </p> + <p> + “Give me your hand, old fellow,” said Little, and broke down again. + </p> + <p> + But, this time, he shook it off quickly, and, to encourage him, Mr. + Ransome said, “To begin, you may take my word Mr. Carden knows, by this + time, where his daughter is. Why not sound him on the matter?” + </p> + <p> + Henry acted on this advice, and called on Mr. Carden. + </p> + <p> + He was received very coldly by that gentleman. + </p> + <p> + After some hesitation, he asked Mr. Carden if he had any news of his + daughter. + </p> + <p> + “I have.” + </p> + <p> + The young man's face was irradiated with joy directly. + </p> + <p> + “Is she well, sir?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + “Is she happier than she was?” + </p> + <p> + “She is content.” + </p> + <p> + “Has she friends about her? Kind, good people; any persons of her own sex, + whom she can love?” + </p> + <p> + “She is among people she takes for angels, at present. She will find them + to be petty, mean, malicious devils. She is in a Protestant convent.” + </p> + <p> + “In a convent? Where?” + </p> + <p> + “Where? Where neither the fool nor the villain, who have wrecked her + happiness between them, and robbed me of her, will ever find her. I + expected this visit, sir; the only thing I doubted was which would come + first, the villain or the fool. The fool has come first, and being a fool, + expects ME to tell him where to find his victim, and torture her again. + Begone, fool, from the house you have made desolate by your execrable + folly in slipping away by night like a thief, or rather like that far more + dangerous animal, a fool.” + </p> + <p> + The old man delivered these insults with a purple face, and a loud fury, + that in former days would have awakened corresponding rage in the fiery + young fellow. But affliction had tempered him, and his insulter's hairs + were gray. + </p> + <p> + He said, quietly, “You are her father. I forgive you these cruel words.” + Then he took his hat and went away. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Carden followed him to the passage, and cried after him, “The villain + will meet a worse reception than the fool. I promise you that much.” + </p> + <p> + Little went home despondent, and found a long letter from his mother, + telling him he must dine and sleep at Raby Hall that day. + </p> + <p> + She gave him such potent reasons, and showed him so plainly his refusal + would infuriate his uncle, and make her miserable, that he had no choice. + He packed up his dress suit, and drove to Raby Hall, with a heavy heart + and bitter reluctance. + </p> + <p> + O caeca mens hominum. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0041" id="link2HCH0041"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XLI. + </h2> + <p> + It was the great anniversary. On that day Sir Richard Raby had lost for + the Stuarts all the head he possessed. His faithful descendent seized the + present opportunity to celebrate the event with more pomp than ever. A + month before the fatal day he came in from Hillsborough with sixty yards + of violet-colored velvet, the richest that could be got from Lyons; he put + this down on a table, and told his sister that was for her and Jael to + wear on the coming anniversary. “Don't tell me there's not enough,” said + he; “for I inquired how much it would take to carpet two small rooms, and + bought it; now what will carpet two little libraries will clothe two large + ladies; and you are neither of you shrimps.” + </p> + <p> + While he was thus doing the cynical, nobody heeded him; quick and skillful + fingers were undoing the parcel, and the ladies' cheeks flushed and their + eyes glistened, and their fingers felt the stuff inside and out: in which + occupation Raby left them, saying, “Full dress, mind! We Rabys are not + beheaded every day.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Little undertook to cut both dresses, and Jael was to help sew them. + </p> + <p> + But, when they came to be tried on, Jael was dismayed. “Why, I shall be + half naked,” said she. “Oh, Mrs. Little, I couldn't: I should sink with + shame.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Little pooh-poohed that, and an amusing dialogue followed between + these two women, both of them equally modest, but one hardened, and + perhaps a little blinded, by custom. + </p> + <p> + Neither could convince the other, but Mrs. Little overpowered Jael by + saying, “I shall wear mine low, and you will mortally offend my brother if + you don't.” + </p> + <p> + Then Jael succumbed, but looked forward to the day with a simple terror + one would hardly have expected from the general strength of her character. + </p> + <p> + Little arrived, and saw his mother for a minute or two before dinner. She + seemed happy and excited, and said, “Cheer up, darling; we will find a way + to make you happy. Mark my words, a new era in your life dates from + to-day: I mean to open your eyes tonight. There, don't question me, but + give me one kiss, and let us go and make ourselves splendid for poor Sir + Richard.” + </p> + <p> + When Little came down-stairs he found his uncle and a + distinguished-looking young gentleman standing before the fire; both were + in full dress. Raby had the Stuart orders on his breast and looked a + prince. He introduced Little to Mr. Richard Raby with high formality; but, + before they had time to make acquaintance, two ladies glided into the + room, and literally dazzled the young men, especially Dissolute Dick, who + knew neither of them. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Little, with her oval face, black brow and hair, and stately but + supple form, was a picture of matronly beauty and grace; her rich brunette + skin, still glossy and firm, showed no signs of age, but under her + glorious eyes were the marks of trouble; and though her face was still + striking and lovely, yet it revealed what her person concealed, that she + was no longer young. That night she looked about eight-and-thirty. + </p> + <p> + The other lady was blonde, and had a face less perfect in contour, but + beautiful in its way, and exquisite in color and peach-like bloom; but the + marvel was her form; her comely head, dignified on this occasion with a + coronet of pearls, perched on a throat long yet white and massive, and + smooth as alabaster; and that majestic throat sat enthroned on a snowy + bust and shoulders of magnificent breadth, depth, grandeur, and beauty. + Altogether it approached the gigantic; but so lovely was the swell of the + broad white bosom, and so exquisite the white and polished skin of the + mighty shoulders adorned with two deep dimples, that the awe this grand + physique excited was mingled with profound admiration. + </p> + <p> + Raby and Henry Little both started at the sudden grandeur and brilliance + of the woman they thought they knew, but in reality had never seen; and + Raby, dazzled himself, presented her, quite respectfully, to Dissolute + Dick. + </p> + <p> + “This is Miss Dence, a lady descended, like the rest of us, from poor Sir + Richard; Miss Dence; Mr. Richard Raby.” + </p> + <p> + Jael blushed more deeply than ladies with white and antique busts are in + the habit of doing, and it was curious to see the rosy tint come on her + white neck, and then die quietly away again. Yet she courtesied with grace + and composure. (Mrs. Little had trained her at all points; and grace comes + pretty readily, where nature has given perfect symmetry.) + </p> + <p> + Dinner was announced, and Raby placed the Dissolute between his sister and + the magnificent Beauty dead Sir Richard had developed. He even gave a + reason for this arrangement. + </p> + <p> + “All you ladies like a rake: you PRAISE sober fellows like me; but what + you PREFER is a Rake.” + </p> + <p> + As they were rustling into their places, Mrs. Little said to Dick, with a + delicious air of indifference, “ARE you a rake, Mr. Raby?” + </p> + <p> + “I am anything you like,” replied the shameless fellow. + </p> + <p> + All the old plate was out, and blazing in the light of candles + innumerable. + </p> + <p> + There was one vacant chair. + </p> + <p> + Dick asked if there was anybody expected. + </p> + <p> + “Not much,” said Raby dryly. “That is Sir Richard's chair, on these + occasions. However, he may be sitting in it now, for aught I know. I + sincerely hope he is.” + </p> + <p> + “If I thought that, I'd soon leave mine,” said Jael, in a tremulous + whisper. + </p> + <p> + “Then stay where you are, Sir Richard,” said the Rake, making an affected + motion with his handkerchief, as if to keep the good Knight down. + </p> + <p> + In short, this personage, being young, audacious, witty, and animated by + the vicinity of the most beautiful creature he had ever seen, soon + deprived the anniversary of that solemn character Mr. Raby desired to give + it. Yet his volubility, his gayety, and his chaff were combined with a + certain gentlemanlike tact and dexterity; and he made Raby laugh in spite + of himself, and often made the ladies smile. But Henry Little sat + opposite, and wondered at them all, and his sad heart became very bitter. + </p> + <p> + When they joined the ladies in the drawing-room, Henry made an effort to + speak to Jael Dence. He was most anxious to know whether she had heard + from Grace Carden. But Jael did not meet him very promptly, and while he + was faltering out his inquiries, up came Richard Raby and resumed his + attentions to her—attentions that very soon took the form of + downright love-making. In fact he stayed an hour after his carriage was + announced, and being a young man of great resolution, and accustomed to + please himself, he fell over head and ears in love with Miss Dence, and + showed it then and thereafter. + </p> + <p> + It did not disturb her composure. She had often been made love to, and + could parry as well as Dick could fence. + </p> + <p> + She behaved with admirable good sense; treated it all as a polite jest, + but not a disagreeable one. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Little lost patience with them both. She drew Henry aside, and asked + him why he allowed Mr. Richard Raby to monopolize her. + </p> + <p> + “How can I help it?” said Henry. “He is in love with her; and no wonder: + see how beautiful she is, and her skin like white satin. She is ever so + much bigger than I thought. But her heart is bigger than all. Who'd think + she had ever condescended to grind saws with me?” + </p> + <p> + “Who indeed? And with those superb arms!” + </p> + <p> + “Why, that is it, mother; they are up to anything; it was one of those + superb arms she flung round a blackguard's neck for me, and threw him like + a sack, or I should not be here. Poor girl! Do you think that chatterbox + would make her happy?” + </p> + <p> + “Heaven forbid! He is not worthy of her. No man is worthy of her, except + the one I mean her to have, and that is yourself.” + </p> + <p> + “Me, mother! are you mad?” + </p> + <p> + “No; you are mad, if you reject her. Where can you hope to find her equal? + In what does she fail? In face? why it is comeliness, goodness, and + modesty personified. In person? why she is the only perfect figure I ever + saw. Such an arm, hand, foot, neck, and bust I never saw all in the same + woman. Is it sense? why she is wise beyond her years, and beyond her sex. + Think of her great self-denial; she always loved you, yet aided you, and + advised you to get that mad young thing you preferred to her—men are + so blind in choosing women! Then think of her saving your life: and then + how nearly she lost her own, through her love for you. Oh, Henry, if you + cling to a married woman, and still turn away from that angelic creature + there, and disappoint your poor mother again, whose life has been one long + disappointment, I shall begin to fear you were born without a heart.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0042" id="link2HCH0042"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XLII. + </h2> + <p> + “Better for me if I had; then I could chop and change from one to another + as you would have me. No, mother; I dare say if I had never seen Grace I + should have loved Jael. As it is, I have a great affection and respect for + her, but that is all.” + </p> + <p> + “And those would ripen into love if once you were married.” + </p> + <p> + “They might. If it came to her flinging that great arm round my neck in + kindness she once saved my life with by brute force, I suppose a man's + heart could not resist her. But it will never come to that while my + darling lives. She is my lover, and Jael my sister and my dear friend. God + bless her, and may she be as happy as she deserves. I wish I could get a + word with her, but that seems out of the question to-night. I shall slip + away to bed and my own sad thoughts.” + </p> + <p> + With this he retired unobserved. + </p> + <p> + In the morning he asked Jael if she would speak to him alone. + </p> + <p> + “Why not?” said she calmly. + </p> + <p> + They took a walk in the shrubbery. + </p> + <p> + “I tried hard to get a word with you yesterday, but you were so taken up + with that puppy.” + </p> + <p> + “He is very good company.” + </p> + <p> + “I have seen the time when I was as good; but it is not so easy to chatter + with a broken heart.” + </p> + <p> + “That is true. Please come to the point, and tell me what you want of me + now.” + </p> + <p> + This was said in such a curious tone, that Henry felt quite discouraged. + </p> + <p> + He hesitated a moment and then said, “What is the matter with you? You are + a changed girl to me. There's something about you so cold and severe; it + makes me fear I have worn out my friend as well as lost my love; if it is + so, tell me, and I will not intrude my sorrow any more on you.” + </p> + <p> + There was a noble and manly sadness in the way he said this, and Jael + seemed touched a little by it. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Henry,” said she, “I'll be frank with you. I can't forgive you + leaving the factory that night without saying a word to me; and if you + consider what I had done before you used me so, and what I suffered in + consequence of your using me so—not that you will ever know all I + suffered, at least I hope not—no, I have tried to forgive you; for, + if you are a sinner, you are a sufferer—but it is no use, I can't. I + never shall forgive you to my dying day.” + </p> + <p> + Henry Little hung his head dejectedly. “That is bad news,” he faltered. “I + told you why I did not bid you good-by except by letter: it was out of + kindness. I have begged your pardon for it all the same. I thought you + were an angel; but I see you are only a woman; you think the time to hit a + man is when he is down. Well, I can but submit. Good-by. Stay one moment, + let me take your hand, you won't refuse me that.” She did not deign a + word; he took her hand and held it. “This is the hand and arm that worked + with me like a good master: this is the hand and arm that overpowered a + blackguard and saved me: this is the hand and arm that saved my Grace from + a prison and public shame. I must give them both one kiss, if they knock + me down for it. There—there—good-by, dear Jael, good-by! I + seem to be letting go the last thing I have to cling to in the deep waters + of trouble.” + </p> + <p> + Melted by this sad thought, he held his best friend's hand till a warm + tear dropped on it. That softened her; the hand to which he owed so much + closed on his and detained him. + </p> + <p> + “Stay where you are. I have told you my mind, but I shall ACT just as I + used to do. I'm not proud of this spite I have taken against you, don't + you fancy that. There—there, don't let us fret about what can't be + helped; but just tell me what I can DO for you.” + </p> + <p> + Young Little felt rather humiliated at assistance being offered on these + terms. He did not disguise his mortification. + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said he, rather sullenly, “beggars must not be choosers. Of course + I wanted you to tell me where I am likely to find her.” + </p> + <p> + “I don't know.” + </p> + <p> + “But you left Hillsborough with her?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, and went to York. But there I left her, and she told me she should + travel hundreds of miles from York. I have no notion where she is.” + </p> + <p> + Little sighed. “She could not trust even you.” + </p> + <p> + “The fewer one trusts with a secret the better.” + </p> + <p> + “Will she never return? Will she give up her father as well as me? Did she + fix no time? Did she give you no hint?” + </p> + <p> + “No, not that I remember. She said that depended on you.” + </p> + <p> + “On me?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + Here was an enigma. + </p> + <p> + They puzzled over it a long time. At last Jael said, “She wrote a letter + to you before she left: did she say nothing in that? Have you got the + letter?” + </p> + <p> + “Have I got it?—the last letter my darling ever wrote to me! Do you + think it ever leaves me night or day?” + </p> + <p> + He undid one of his studs, put his hand inside, and drew the letter out + warm from his breast. He kissed it and gave it to Jael. She read it + carefully and looked surprised. “Why, you are making your own + difficulties. You have only got to do what you are told. Promise not to + fall foul of that Coventry, and not to tempt her again, and you will hear + of her. You have her own word for it.” + </p> + <p> + “But how am I to let her know I promise?” + </p> + <p> + “I don't know; how does everybody let everybody know things nowadays? They + advertise.” + </p> + <p> + “Of course they do—in the second column of 'The Times.'” + </p> + <p> + “You know best.” Then, after a moment's reflection, “Wherever she is, she + takes in the Hillsborough papers to see if there's anything about you in + them.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, do you think so?” + </p> + <p> + “Think so? I am sure of it. I put myself in her place.” + </p> + <p> + “Then I will advertise in 'The Times' and the Hillsborough papers.” + </p> + <p> + He went into the library and wrote several advertisements. This is the one + Jael preferred: + </p> + <p> + “H. L. to G. C. I see you are right. There shall be no vengeance except + what the law may give me, nor will I ever renew that request which + offended you so justly. I will be patient.” + </p> + <p> + He had added an entreaty that she would communicate with him, but this + Jael made him strike out. She thought that might make Grace suspect his + sincerity. “Time enough to put that in a month hence, if you don't hear + from her.” + </p> + <p> + This was all I think worth recording in the interview between Jael and + Henry, except that at parting he thanked her warmly, and said, “May I give + you one piece of advice in return? Mr. Richard Raby has fallen in love + with you, and no wonder. If my heart was not full of Grace I should have + fallen in love with you myself, you are so good and so beautiful; but he + bears a bad character. You are wise in other people's affairs, pray don't + be foolish in your own.” + </p> + <p> + “Thank you,” said Jael, a little dryly. “I shall think twice before I give + my affections to any young man.” + </p> + <p> + Henry had a word with his mother before he went, and begged her not to + prepare disappointment for herself by trying to bring Jael and him + together. “Besides, she has taken a spite against me. To be sure it is not + very deep; for she gave me good advice; and I advised her not to throw + herself away on Dissolute Dick.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Little smiled knowingly and looked very much pleased, but she said + nothing more just then. Henry Little returned to Hillsborough, and put his + advertisement in “The Times” and the Hillsborough journals. + </p> + <p> + Two days afterward Ransome called on him with the “Hillsborough Liberal.” + “Is this yours?” said Ransome. + </p> + <p> + “Yes. I have reason to think she will write to me, if she sees it.” + </p> + <p> + “Would you mind giving me your reason?” + </p> + <p> + Little gave it, but with so much reticence, that no other man in + Hillsborough but Ransome would have understood. + </p> + <p> + “Hum!” said he, “I think I can do something with this.” A period of + expectation succeeded, hopeful at first, and full of excitement; but weeks + rolled on without a word from the fugitive, and Little's heart sickened + with hope deferred. He often wished to consult Jael Dence again; he had a + superstitious belief in her sagacity. But the recollection of her cold + manner deterred him. At last, however, impatience and the sense of + desolation conquered, and he rode over to Raby Hall. + </p> + <p> + He found his uncle and his mother in the dining-room. Mr. Raby was walking + about looking vexed, and even irritable. + </p> + <p> + The cause soon transpired. Dissolute Dick was at that moment in the + drawing-room, making hot love to Jael Dence. He had wooed her ever since + that fatal evening when she burst on society full-blown. Raby, too proud + and generous to forbid his addresses, had nevertheless been always + bitterly averse to them, and was now in a downright rage; for Mrs. Little + had just told him she felt sure he was actually proposing. + </p> + <p> + “Confound him!” said Henry, “and I wanted so to speak to her.” + </p> + <p> + Raby gave him a most singular look, that struck him as odd at the time, + and recurred to him afterward. + </p> + <p> + At last steps were heard overhead, and Dissolute Dick came down-stairs. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Little slipped out, and soon after put her head into the dining-room + to the gentlemen, and whispered to them “YES.” Then she retired to talk it + all over with Jael. + </p> + <p> + At that monosyllable Mr. Raby was very much discomposed. + </p> + <p> + “There goes a friend out of this house; more fools we. You have lost her + by your confounded folly. What is the use spooning all your days after + another man's wife? I wouldn't have had this happen for ten thousand + pounds. Dissolute Dick! he will break her heart in a twelvemouth.” + </p> + <p> + “Then why, in heaven's name, didn't you marry her yourself?” + </p> + <p> + “Me! at my age? No; why didn't YOU marry her? You know she fancies you. + The moment you found Grace married, you ought to have secured this girl, + and lived with me; the house is big enough for you all.” + </p> + <p> + “It is not so big as your heart, sir,” said Henry. “But pray don't speak + to me of love or marriage either.” + </p> + <p> + “Why should I? The milk is spilt; it is no use crying now. Let us go and + dress for dinner. Curse the world—it is one disappointment.” + </p> + <p> + Little himself was vexed, but he determined to put a good face on it, and + to be very kind to his good friend Jael. + </p> + <p> + She did not appear at dinner, and when the servants had retired, he said, + “Come now, let us make the best of it. Mother, if you don't mind, I will + settle five thousand pounds upon her and her children. He is a + spendthrift, I hear, and as poor as Job.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Little stared at her son. “Why, she has refused him!” + </p> + <p> + Loud exclamations of surprise and satisfaction. + </p> + <p> + “A fine fright you have given us. You said 'Yes.'” + </p> + <p> + “Well, that meant he had proposed. You know, Guy, I had told you he would: + I saw it in his eye. So I observed, in a moment, he HAD, and I said + 'Yes.'” + </p> + <p> + “Then why doesn't she come down to dinner?” + </p> + <p> + “He has upset her. It is the old story: he cried to her, and told her he + had been wild, and misconducted himself, all because he had never met a + woman he could really love and respect; and then he begged her, and + implored her, and said his fate depended on her.” + </p> + <p> + “But she was not caught with that chaff; so why does she not come and + receive the congratulations of the company on her escape?” + </p> + <p> + “Because she is far too delicate;” then, turning to her son, “and perhaps, + because she can't help comparing the manly warmth and loving appreciation + of Mr. Richard Raby, with the cold indifference and ingratitude of + others.” + </p> + <p> + “Oh,” said Henry, coloring, “if that is her feeling, she will accept him + next time.” + </p> + <p> + “Next time!” roared Raby. “There shall be no next time. I have given the + scamp fair play, quite against my own judgment. He has got his answer now, + and I won't have the girl tormented with him any more. I trust that to + you, Edith.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Little promised him Dick and Jael should not meet again, in Raby Hall + at least. + </p> + <p> + That evening she drew her son apart and made an earnest appeal to him. + </p> + <p> + “So much for her spite against you, Henry. You told her to decline Richard + Raby, and so she declined him. Spite, indeed! The gentle pique of a + lovely, good girl, who knows her value, though she is too modest to show + it openly. Well, Henry, you have lost her a husband, and she has given you + one more proof of affection. Don't build the mountain of ingratitude any + higher: do pray take the cure that offers, and make your mother happy, as + well as yourself, my son.” In this strain she continued, and used all her + art, her influence, her affection, till at last, with a weary, + heart-broken sigh, he yielded as far as this: he said that, if it could + once be made clear to him there was no hope of his ever marrying Grace + Carden he would wed Jael Dence at once. + </p> + <p> + Then he ordered his trap, and drove sullenly home, while Mrs. Little, full + of delight, communicated her triumph to Jael Dence, and told her about the + five thousand pounds, and was as enthusiastic in praise of Henry to Jael, + as she had been of Jael to Henry. + </p> + <p> + Meantime he drove back to Hillsborough, more unhappy than ever, and bitter + against himself for yielding, even so far, to gratitude and maternal + influence. + </p> + <p> + It was late when he reached home. He let himself in with a latch-key, and + went into his room for a moment. + </p> + <p> + A letter lay on the table, with no stamp on it: he took it up. It + contained but one line; that line made his heart leap: + </p> + <p> + “News of G. C. RANSOME.” + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0043" id="link2HCH0043"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XLIII. + </h2> + <p> + Late as it was, Little went to the Town-hall directly. But there, to his + bitter disappointment, he learned that Mr. Ransome had been called to + Manchester by telegram. Little had nothing to do but to wait, and eat his + heart with impatience. However, next day, toward afternoon, Ransome called + on him at the works, in considerable excitement, and told him a new firm + had rented large business premises in Manchester, obtained goods, insured + them in the “Gosshawk,” and then the premises had caught fire and the + goods been burned to ashes; suspicions had been excited; Mr. Carden had + gone to the spot and telegraphed for him. He had met a London detective + there, and, between them, they had soon discovered that full cases had + come in by day, but full sacks gone out by night: the ashes also revealed + no trace of certain goods the firm had insured. “And now comes the clew to + it all. Amongst the few things that survived the fire was a photograph—of + whom do you think? Shifty Dick. The dog had kept his word, and gone into + trade.” + </p> + <p> + “Confound him!” said Little; “he is always crossing my path, that fellow. + You seem quite to forget that all this time I am in agonies of suspense. + What do I care about Shifty Dick? He is nothing to me.” + </p> + <p> + “Of course not. I am full of the fellow; a little more, and he'll make a + monomaniac of me. Mr. Carden offers L200 for his capture; and we got an + inkling he was coming this way again. There, there, I won't mention his + name to you again. Let us talk of what WILL interest you. Well, sir, have + you observed that you are followed and watched?” + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + “I am glad of it; then it has been done skillfully. You have been closely + watched this month past by my orders.” + </p> + <p> + This made young Little feel queer. Suppose he had attempted anything + unlawful, his good friend here would have collared him. + </p> + <p> + “You'll wonder that a good citizen like you should be put under + surveillance; but I thought it likely your advertisement would either make + the lady write to you, or else draw her back to the town. She didn't + write, so I had you watched, to see if any body took a sly peep at you. + Well, this went on for weeks, and nothing turned up. But the other night a + young woman walked several times by your house, and went away with a sigh. + She had a sort of Protestant nun's dress on, and a thick veil. Now you + know Mr Carden told you she was gone into a convent. I am almost sure it + is the lady.” + </p> + <p> + Little thanked him with all his soul, and then inquired eagerly where the + nun lived. + </p> + <p> + “Ah, my man didn't know that. Unfortunately, he was on duty in the street, + and had no authority to follow anybody. However, if you can keep yourself + calm, and obey orders—” + </p> + <p> + “I will do anything you tell me.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, then, this evening, as soon as it is quite dark, you do what I have + seen you do in happier times. Light your reading-lamp, and sit reading + close to the window; only you must not pull down the blind. Lower the + venetians, but don't turn them so as to hide your face from the outside. + You must promise me faithfully not to move under any circumstances, or you + would be sure to spoil all.” + </p> + <p> + Little gave the promise, and performed it to the letter. He lighted his + lamp, and tried to read book after book; but, of course, he was too + agitated to fix his attention on them. He got all Grace's letters, and + read them; and it was only by a stern effort he kept still at all. + </p> + <p> + The night wore on, and heart-sickness was beginning to succeed to feverish + impatience, when there was a loud knock at the door. Little ran to it + himself, and found a sergeant of police, who told him in a low voice he + brought a message from the chief-constable. + </p> + <p> + “I was to tell you it is all right; he is following the party himself. He + will call on you at twelve to-morrow morning.” + </p> + <p> + “Not before that?” said Little. However, he gave the sergeant a sovereign + for good news, and then, taking his hat, walked twenty miles out of + Hillsborough, and back, for he knew it was useless his going to bed, or + trying to settle to any thing. + </p> + <p> + He got back at ten o'clock, washed, breakfasted, and dozed on two chairs, + till Ransome came, with a carpet-bag in his hand. + </p> + <p> + “Tell me all about it: don't omit any thing.” This was Little's greeting. + </p> + <p> + “Well, sir, she passed the house about nine o'clock, walking quickly; and + took just one glance in at your window, but did not stop. She came back in + half an hour, and stood on the opposite side of the way, and then passed + on. I hid in a court, where she couldn't see me. By-and-by she comes back, + on your side the way this time, gliding like a cat, and she crouched and + curled round the angle of the house, and took a good look at you. Then she + went slowly away, and I passed her. She was crying bitterly, poor girl! I + never lost sight of her, and she led me a dance, I can tell you. I'll take + you to the place; but you had better let me disguise you; for I can see + she is very timid, and would fly away in a moment if she knew she was + detected.” + </p> + <p> + Little acquiesced, and Ransome disguised him in a beard and a loose set of + clothes, and a billy-cock hat, and said that would do, as long as he kept + at a prudent distance from the lady's eye. They then took a cab and drove + out of Hillsborough. When they had proceeded about two miles up the + valley, Ransome stopped the cab, and directed the driver to wait for them. + </p> + <p> + He then walked on, and soon came to a row of houses, in two blocks of four + houses each. + </p> + <p> + The last house of the first block had a bill in the window, “To be let + furnished.” + </p> + <p> + He then knocked at the door, and a woman in charge of the house opened it. + </p> + <p> + “I am the chief-constable of Hillsborough; and this is my friend Mr. Park; + he is looking out for a furnished house. Can he see this one?” + </p> + <p> + The woman said, “Certainly, gentlemen,” and showed them over the house. + </p> + <p> + Ransome opened the second-story window, and looked out on the back garden. + </p> + <p> + “Ah,” said he, “these houses have nice long gardens in the rear, where one + can walk and be private.” + </p> + <p> + He then nudged Henry, and asked the woman who lived in the first house of + the next block—“the house that garden belongs to?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, the bill was in the window the other day; but it is just took. She + is a kind of a nun, I suppose: keeps no servant: only a girl comes in and + does for her, and goes home at night. I saw her yesterday, walking in the + garden there. She seems rather young to be all alone like that; but + perhaps there's some more of 'em coming. They sort o' cattle mostly goes + in bands.” + </p> + <p> + Henry asked what was the rent of the house. The woman did not know, but + told him the proprietor lived a few doors off. “I shall take this house,” + said Little. “I think you are right,” observed Ransome: “it will just + answer your purpose.” They went together, and took the house directly; and + Henry, by advice of Ransome, engaged a woman to come into the house in the + morning, and go away at dusk. Ransome also advised him to make + arrangements for watching Grace's garden unseen. “That will be a great + comfort to you,” said he: “I know by experience. Above all things,” said + this sagacious officer, “don't you let her know she is discovered. + Remember this: when she wants you to know she is here, she'll be sure to + let you know. At present she is here on the sly: so if you thwart her, + she'll be off again, as sure as fate.” + </p> + <p> + Little was forced to see the truth of this, and promised to restrain + himself, hard as the task was. He took the house; and used to let himself + into it with a latch-key at about ten o clock every night. + </p> + <p> + There he used to stay and watch till past noon; and nearly every day he + was rewarded by seeing the Protestant nun walk in her garden. + </p> + <p> + He was restless and miserable till she came out; when she appeared his + heart bounded and thrilled; and when once he had feasted his eyes upon + her, he would go about the vulgar affairs of life pretty contentedly. + </p> + <p> + By advice of Ransome, he used to sit in his other house from seven till + nine, and read at the window, to afford his beloved a joy similar to that + he stole himself. + </p> + <p> + And such is the power of true love that these furtive glances soothed two + lives. Little's spirits revived, and some color came back to Grace's + cheek. + </p> + <p> + One night there was a house broken into in the row. + </p> + <p> + Instantly Little took the alarm on Grace's account, and bought powder and + bullets, and a double-barreled rifle, and a revolver; and now at the + slightest sound he would be out of bed in a moment ready to defend her, if + necessary. + </p> + <p> + Thus they both kept their hearts above water, and Grace visited the sick, + and employed her days in charity; and then, for a reward, crept, with soft + foot, to Henry's window, and devoured him with her eyes, and fed on that + look for hours afterward. + </p> + <p> + When this had gone on for nearly a month, Lally, who had orders to keep + his eye on Mr. Little, happened to come and see Grace looking in at him. + </p> + <p> + He watched her at a distance, but had not the intelligence to follow her + home. He had no idea it was Grace Carden. + </p> + <p> + However, in his next letter to his master, who was then in London, he told + him Little always read at night by the window, and, one night, a kind of + nun had come and taken a very long look at him, and gone away crying. “I + suspect,” said Lally, “she has played the fool with him some time or + other, before she was a nun.” + </p> + <p> + He was not a little surprised when his master telegraphed in reply that he + would be down by the first train; but the fact is, that Coventry had + already called on Mr. Carden, and been told that his wife was in a + convent, and he would never see her again. I must add that Mr. Carden + received him as roughly as he had Little, but the interview terminated + differently. Coventry, with his winning tongue, and penitence and + plausibility, softened the indignant father, and then, appealing to his + good sense, extorted from him the admission that his daughter's only + chance of happiness lay in forgiving him, and allowing him to atone his + faults by a long life of humble devotion. But when Coventry, presuming on + this, implored him to reveal where she was, the old man stood stanch, and + said that was told him under a solemn assurance of secrecy, and nothing + should induce him to deceive his daughter. “I will not lose her love and + confidence for any of you,” said he. + </p> + <p> + So now Coventry put that word “convent” and this word “nun” together, and + came to Hillsborough full of suspicions. + </p> + <p> + He took lodgings nearly opposite Little's house, and watched in a dark + room so persistently, that, at last, he saw the nun appear, saw her + stealthy, cat-like approaches, her affected retreat, her cunning advance, + her long lingering look. + </p> + <p> + A close observer of women, he saw in every movement of her supple body + that she was animated by love. + </p> + <p> + He raged and sickened with jealousy, and when, at last, she retired, he + followed her, with hell in his heart, and never lost sight of her till she + entered her house in the valley. + </p> + <p> + If there had been a house to let in the terrace, he would certainly have + taken it; but Little had anticipated him. + </p> + <p> + He took a very humble lodging in the neighborhood; and by dint of + watching, he at last saw the nun speaking to a poor woman with her veil + up. It revealed to him nothing but what he knew already. It was the woman + he loved, and she hated him; the woman who had married him under a + delusion, and stabbed him on his bridal day. He loved her all the more + passionately for that. + </p> + <p> + Until he received Lally's note, he had been content to wait patiently + until his rival should lose hope, and carry himself and his affections + elsewhere; he felt sure that must be the end of it. + </p> + <p> + But now jealousy stung him, wild passion became too strong for reason, and + he resolved to play a bold and lawless game to possess his lawful wife. + Should it fail, what could they do to him? A man may take his own by + force. Not only his passions, but the circumstances tempted him. She was + actually living alone, in a thinly-peopled district, and close to a road. + It was only to cover her head and stifle her cries, and fly with her to + some place beforehand prepared, where she would be brought to submission + by kindness of manner combined with firmness of purpose. + </p> + <p> + Coventry possessed every qualification to carry out such a scheme as this. + He was not very courageous; yet he was not a coward: and no great courage + was required. Cunning, forethought, and unscrupulousness were the + principal things, and these he had to perfection. + </p> + <p> + He provided a place to keep her; it was a shooting-box of his own, on a + heathery hill, that nobody visited except for shooting, and the season for + shooting was past. + </p> + <p> + He armed himself with false certificates of lunacy, to show on an + emergency, and also a copy of his marriage certificate: he knew how + unwilling strangers are to interfere between man and wife. + </p> + <p> + The only great difficulty was to get resolute men to help him in this act. + </p> + <p> + He sounded Cole; but that worthy objected to it, as being out of his line. + </p> + <p> + Coventry talked him over, and offered a sum that made him tremble with + cupidity. He assented on one condition—that he should not be + expected to break into the house, nor do any act that should be “construed + burglarious.” He actually used that phrase, which I should hardly have + expected from him. + </p> + <p> + Coventry assented to this condition. He undertook to get into the house, + and open the door to Cole and his myrmidons: he stipulated, however, that + Cole should make a short iron ladder with four sharp prongs. By means of + this he could enter Grace's house at a certain unguarded part and then run + down and unbar the front door. He had thoroughly reconnoitered the + premises, and was sure of success. + </p> + <p> + First one day was appointed for the enterprise, then another, and, at + last, it was their luck to settle on a certain night, of which I will only + say at present, that it was a night Hillsborough and its suburbs will not + soon forget. + </p> + <p> + Midnight was the hour agreed on. + </p> + <p> + Now at nine o'clock of this very night the chief-constable of Hillsborough + was drinking tea with Little scarcely twenty yards from the scene of the + proposed abduction. Not that either he or Little had the least notion of + the conspiracy. The fact is, Hillsborough had lately been deluged with + false coin, neatly executed, and passed with great dexterity. The police + had received many complaints, but had been unable to trace it. Lately, + however, an old bachelor, living in this suburban valley, had complained + to the police that his neighbors kept such enormous fires all night, as to + make his wall red-hot and blister his paint. + </p> + <p> + This, and one or two other indications, made Ransome suspect the existence + of a furnace, and he had got a search-warrant in his pocket, on which, + however, he did not think it safe to act till he had watched the suspected + house late at night, and made certain observations for himself. So he had + invited himself to tea with his friend Little—for he was sure of a + hearty welcome at any hour—and, over their tea, he now told him his + suspicions, and invited him to come in and take a look at the suspected + house with him. + </p> + <p> + Little consented. But there was no hurry; the later they went to the house + in question the better. So they talked of other matters, and the + conversation soon fell on that which was far more interesting to Little + than the capture of all the coiners in creation. + </p> + <p> + He asked Ransome how long he was to go on like this, contenting himself + with the mere sight of her. + </p> + <p> + “Why;” said Ransome, “even that has made another man of you. Your eye is + twice as bright as it was a month ago, and your color is coming back. That + is a wise proverb, 'Let well alone.' I hear she visits the sick, and some + of them swear by her. If think I'd give her time to take root here; and + then she will not be so ready to fly off in a tangent.” + </p> + <p> + Little objected that it was more than flesh and blood could bear. + </p> + <p> + “Well, then,” said Ransome, “promise me just one thing: that, if you speak + to her, it shall be in Hillsborough, and not down here.” + </p> + <p> + Little saw the wisdom of this, and consented, but said he was resolved to + catch her at his own window the next time she came. + </p> + <p> + He was about to give his reasons, but they were interrupted by a man and + horse clattering up to the door. + </p> + <p> + “That will be for me,” said Ransome. “I thought I should not get leave to + drink my tea in peace.” + </p> + <p> + He was right; a mounted policeman brought him a note from the mayor, + telling him word had come into the town that there was something wrong + with Ousely dam. He was to take the mayor's horse, and ride up at once to + the reservoir, and, if there was any danger, to warn the valley. + </p> + <p> + “This looks serious,” said Ransome. “I must wish you good-by.” + </p> + <p> + “Take a piece of advice with you. I hear that dam is too full; if so, + don't listen to advice from anybody, but open the sluices of the + waste-pipes, and relieve the pressure; but if you find a flaw in the + embankment, don't trifle, blow up the waste-wear at once with gunpowder. I + wish I had a horse, I'd go with you. By the way, if there is the least + danger of that dam bursting, of course you will give me warning in time, + and I'll get her out of the house at once.” + </p> + <p> + “What, do you think the water would get as far as this, to do any harm? It + is six miles.” + </p> + <p> + “It might. Look at the form of the ground; it is a regular trough from + that dam to Hillsborough. My opinion is, it would sweep everything before + it, and flood Hillsborough itself—the lower town. I shall not go to + bed, old fellow, till you come back and tell me it is all right.” + </p> + <p> + With this understanding Ransome galloped off. On his way he passed by the + house where he suspected coining. The shutters were closed, but his + experienced eye detected a bright light behind one of them, and a peculiar + smoke from the chimney. + </p> + <p> + Adding this to his other evidence, he now felt sure the inmates were + coiners, and he felt annoyed. “Fine I look,” said he, “walking tamely past + criminals at work, and going to a mayor's nest six miles off.” + </p> + <p> + However he touched the horse with his heel, and cantered forward on his + errand. + </p> + <p> + John Ransome rode up to the Ousely Reservoir, and down again in less than + an hour and a half; and every incident of those two rides is imprinted on + his memory for life. + </p> + <p> + He first crossed the water at Poma bridge. The village of that name lay on + his right, toward Hillsborough, and all the lights were out except in the + two public houses. One of these, “The Reindeer,” was near the bridge, and + from it a ruddy glare shot across the road, and some boon companions were + singing, in very good harmony, a trite Scotch chorus: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + “We are no that fou, we are no that fou, + But just a drappie in our ee; + The cock may craw, the day may daw, + But still we'll taste the barley bree.” + </pre> + <p> + Ransome could hear the very words; he listened, he laughed, and then rode + up the valley till he got opposite a crinoline-wire factory called the + “Kildare Wheel.” Here he observed a single candle burning; a watcher, no + doubt. + </p> + <p> + The next place he saw was also on the other side the stream; Dolman's + farm-house, the prettiest residence in the valley. It was built of stone, + and beautifully situated on a promontory between two streams. It had a + lawn in front, which went down to the very edge of the water, and was much + admired for its close turf and flowers. The farm buildings lay behind the + house. + </p> + <p> + There was no light whatever in Dolman's; but they were early people. The + house and lawn slept peacefully in the night: the windows were now + shining, now dark, for small fleecy clouds kept drifting at short + intervals across the crescent moon. + </p> + <p> + Ransome pushed on across the open ground, and for a mile or two saw few + signs of life, except here and there a flickering light in some + water-wheel, for now one picturesque dam and wheel succeeded another as + rapidly as Nature permitted; and indeed the size of these dams, now + shining in the fitful moonlight, seemed remarkable, compared with the mere + thread of water which fed them, and connected them together for miles like + pearls on a silver string. + </p> + <p> + Ransome pushed rapidly on, up hill and down dale, till he reached the high + hill, at whose foot lay the hamlet of Damflask, distant two miles from + Ousely Reservoir. + </p> + <p> + He looked down and saw a few lights in this hamlet, some stationary, but + two moving. + </p> + <p> + “Hum,” thought Ransome, “they don't seem to be quite so easy in their + minds up here.” + </p> + <p> + He dashed into the place, and drew up at the house where several persons + were collected. + </p> + <p> + As he came up, a singular group issued forth: a man with a pig-whip, + driving four children—the eldest not above seven years old—and + carrying an infant in his arms. The little imps were clad in shoes, + night-gowns, night-caps, and a blanket apiece, and were shivering and + whining at being turned out of bed into the night air. + </p> + <p> + Ransome asked the man what was the matter + </p> + <p> + One of the by-standers laughed, and said, satirically, Ousely dam was to + burst that night, so all the pigs and children were making for the hill. + </p> + <p> + The man himself, whose name was Joseph Galton, explained more fully. + </p> + <p> + “Sir,” said he, “my wife is groaning, and I am bound to obey her. She had + a dream last night she was in a flood, and had to cross a plank or summut. + I quieted her till supper; but then landlord came round and warned all of + us of a crack or summut up at dam. And so now I am taking this little lot + up to my brother's. It's the foolishest job I ever done: but needs must + when the devil drives, and it is better so than to have my old gal sour + her milk, and pine her suckling, and maybe fret herself to death into the + bargain.” + </p> + <p> + Ransome seized on the information, and rode on directly to the village + inn. He called the landlord out, and asked him what he had been telling + the villagers. Was there any thing seriously amiss up at the reservoir? + </p> + <p> + “Nay, I hope not,” said the man; “but we got a bit of a fright this + afternoon. A young man rode through, going down to Hillsborough, and + stopped here to have his girth mended; he had broke it coming down our + hill. While he was taking a glass he let out his errand; they had found a + crack in the embankment, and sent him down to Hillsborough to tell Mr. + Tucker, the engineer. Bless your heart, we should never have known aught + about it if his girth hadn't broke.” He added, as a reason for thinking it + was not serious that Mr. Tucker had himself inspected the dam just before + tea-time, and hadn't even seen the crack. It was a laboring man who had + discovered it, through crossing the embankment lower down than usual. “But + you see, sir,” said he, in conclusion, “we lie very low here, and right in + the track; and so we mustn't make light of a warning. And, of course, many + of the workmen stop here and have their say; and, to tell you the truth, + one or two of them have always misliked the foundation that embankment is + built on: too many old landslips to be seen about. But, after all, I + suppose they can empty the dam, if need be; and, of course, they will, if + there is any danger. I expect Mr. Tucker up every minute.” + </p> + <p> + Ransome thanked him for his information and pushed on to Lower Hatfield: + there he found lights in the houses and the inhabitants astir; but he + passed through the village in silence, and came to the great corn-mill, a + massive stone structure with granite pillars, the pride of the place. The + building was full of lights, and the cranes were all at work hoisting the + sacks of flour from the lower floors to the top story. The faces of the + men reflected in the flaring gas, and the black cranes with their gaunt + arms, and the dark bodies rising by the snake-like cords, formed a curious + picture in the fluctuating moonlight, and an interesting one too; for it + showed the miller did not feel his flour quite safe. + </p> + <p> + The next place Ransome came to was Fox Farm. + </p> + <p> + Farmer Emden was standing at the door of his house, and, in reply to + Ransome, told him he had just come down from the reservoir. He had seen + the crack and believed it to be a mere frost crack. He apprehended no + danger, and had sent his people to bed; however, he should sit up for an + hour or two just to hear what Tucker the engineer had to say about it; he + had been sent for. + </p> + <p> + Ransome left him, and a smart canter brought him in sight of what seemed a + long black hill, with great glow-worms dotted here and there. + </p> + <p> + That hill was the embankment, and the glow-worms were the lanterns of + workmen examining the outer side of the embankment and prying into every + part. + </p> + <p> + The enormous size and double slope of the bank, its apparent similarity in + form and thickness to those natural barriers with which nature hems in + lakes of large dimensions, acted on Ransome's senses, and set him + wondering at the timidity and credulity of the people in Hatfield and + Damflask. This sentiment was uppermost in his mind when he rode up to the + south side of the embankment. + </p> + <p> + He gave his horse to a boy, and got upon the embankment and looked north. + </p> + <p> + The first glance at the water somewhat shook that impression of absolute + security the outer side of the barrier had given him. + </p> + <p> + In nature a lake lies at the knees of the restraining hills, or else has a + sufficient outlet. + </p> + <p> + But here was a lake nearly full to the brim on one side of the barrier and + an open descent on the other. + </p> + <p> + He had encountered a little wind coming up, but not much; here, however, + the place being entirely exposed, the wind was powerful and blew right + down the valley ruffling the artificial lake. + </p> + <p> + Altogether it was a solemn scene, and, even at first glance, one that + could not be surveyed, after all those comments and reports, without some + awe and anxiety. The surface of the lake shone like a mirror, and waves of + some size dashed against the embankment with a louder roar than one would + have thought possible, and tossed some spray clean over all; while, + overhead, clouds, less fleecy now, and more dark and sullen, drifted so + swiftly across the crescent moon that she seemed flying across the sky. + </p> + <p> + Having now realized that the embankment, huge as it was, was not so high + by several hundred feet as nature builds in parallel cases, and that, + besides the natural pressure of the whole water, the upper surface of the + lake was being driven by the wind against the upper or thin part of the + embankment, Ransome turned and went down the embankment to look at the + crack and hear opinions. + </p> + <p> + There were several workmen, an intelligent farmer called Ives, and Mr. + Mountain, one of the contractors who had built the dam, all examining the + crack. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Mountain was remarking that the crack was perfectly dry, a plain proof + there was no danger. + </p> + <p> + “Ay, but,” said Ives, “it has got larger since tea-time; see, I can get my + hand in now.” + </p> + <p> + “Can you account for that?” asked Ransome of the contractor. + </p> + <p> + Mountain said it was caused by the embankment settling. “Everything + settles down a little—houses and embankments and all. There's no + danger, Mr. Ransome, believe me.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, sir,” said Ransome, “I am not a man of science, but I have got + eyes, and I see the water is very high, and driving against your weak + part. Ah!” Then he remembered Little's advice. “Would you mind opening the + sluice-pipes?” + </p> + <p> + “Not in the least, but I think it is the engineer's business to give an + order of that kind.” + </p> + <p> + “But he is not here, and professional etiquette must give way where + property and lives, perhaps, are at stake. To tell you the truth, Mr. + Mountain, I have got the advice of an abler man than Mr. Tucker. His word + to me was, 'If the water is as high as they say, don't waste time, but + open the sluices and relieve the dam.'” + </p> + <p> + The workmen who had said scarcely a word till then, raised an assenting + murmur at the voice of common sense. + </p> + <p> + Mountain admitted it could do no harm, and gave an order accordingly; + screws wore applied and the valves of the double set of sluice-pipes were + forced open, but with infinite difficulty, owing to the tremendous + pressure of the water. + </p> + <p> + This operation showed all concerned what a giant they were dealing with; + while the sluices were being lifted, the noise and tremor of the pipes + were beyond experience and conception. When, after vast efforts, they were + at last got open, the ground trembled violently, and the water, as it + rushed out of the pipes, roared like discharges of artillery. So hard is + it to resist the mere effect of the senses, that nearly every body ran + back appalled, although the effect of all this roaring could only be to + relieve the pressure; and, in fact, now that those sluices were opened, + the dam was safe, provided it could last a day or two. + </p> + <p> + Lights were seen approaching, and Mr. Tucker, the resident engineer, drove + up; he had Mr. Carter, one of the contractors, in the gig with him. + </p> + <p> + He came on the embankment, and signified a cold approval of the sluices + being opened. + </p> + <p> + Then Ransome sounded him about blowing up the waste-wear. + </p> + <p> + Tucker did not reply, but put some questions to a workman or two. Their + answers showed that they considered the enlargement of the crack a fatal + sign. + </p> + <p> + Upon this Mr. Tucker ordered them all to stand clear of the suspected + part. + </p> + <p> + “Now, then,” said he, “I built this embankment, and I'll tell you whether + it is going to burst or not.” + </p> + <p> + Then he took a lantern, and was going to inspect the crack himself; but + Mr. Carter, respecting his courage and coolness, would accompany him. They + went to the crack, examined it carefully with their lanterns, and then + crossed over to the waste-wear; no water was running into it in the + ordinary way, which showed the dam was not full to its utmost capacity. + </p> + <p> + They returned, and consulted with Mountain. + </p> + <p> + Ransome put in his word, and once more remembering Little's advice, begged + them to blow up the waste-wear. + </p> + <p> + Tucker thought that was a stronger measure than the occasion required; + there was no immediate danger; and the sluice-pipes would lower the water + considerably in twenty-four hours. + </p> + <p> + Farmer Ives put in his word. “I can't learn from any of you that an + enlarging crack in a new embankment is a common thing. I shall go home, + but my boots won't come off this night.” + </p> + <p> + Encouraged by this, Mr. Mountain, the contractor, spoke out. + </p> + <p> + “Mr. Tucker,” said he, “don't deceive yourself; the sluice-pipes are too + slow; if we don't relieve the dam, there'll be a blow-up in half an hour; + mark my words.” + </p> + <p> + “Well,” said Mr. Tucker, “no precaution has been neglected in building + this dam: provision has been made even for blowing up the waste-wear; a + hole has been built in the masonry, and there's dry powder and a fuse kept + at the valve-house. I'll blow up the waste-wear, though I think it + needless. I am convinced that crack is above the level of the water in the + reservoir.” + </p> + <p> + This observation struck Ransome, and he asked if it could not be + ascertained by measurement. + </p> + <p> + “Of course it can,” said Tucker, “and I'll measure it as I come back.” + </p> + <p> + He then started for the wear, and Carter accompanied him. + </p> + <p> + They crossed the embankment, and got to the wear. + </p> + <p> + Ives went home, and the workmen withdrew to the side, not knowing exactly + what might be the effect of the explosion. + </p> + <p> + By-and-by Ransome looked up, and observed a thin sheet of water beginning + to stream over the center of the embankment and trickle down: the quantity + was nothing; but it alarmed him. Having no special knowledge on these + matters, he was driven to comparisons; and it flashed across him that, + when he was a boy, and used to make little mud-dams in April, they would + resist the tiny stream until it trickled over them, and from that moment + their fate was sealed. Nature, he had observed, operates alike in small + things and great, and that sheet of water, though thin as a wafer, alarmed + him. + </p> + <p> + He thought it was better to give a false warning than withhold a true one; + he ran to his horse, jumped on him, and spurred away. + </p> + <p> + His horse was fast and powerful, and carried him in three minutes back to + Emden's farm. The farmer had gone to bed. Ransome knocked him up, and told + him he feared the dam was going; then galloped on to Hatfield Mill. Here + he found the miller and his family all gathered outside, ready for a + start; one workman had run down from the reservoir. + </p> + <p> + “The embankment is not safe.” + </p> + <p> + “So I hear. I'll take care of my flour and my folk. The mill will take + care of itself.” And he pointed with pride to the solid structure and + granite pillars. + </p> + <p> + Ransome galloped on, shouting as he went. + </p> + <p> + The shout was taken up ahead, and he heard a voice crying in the night, + “IT'S COMING! IT'S COMING!” This weird cry, which, perhaps, his own + galloping and shouting had excited, seemed like an independent warning, + and thrilled him to the bone. He galloped through Hatfield, shouting, + “Save yourselves! Save yourselves!” and the people poured out, and ran for + high ground, shrieking wildly; looking back, he saw the hill dotted with + what he took for sheep at first, but it was the folk in their + night-clothes. + </p> + <p> + He galloped on to Damflask, still shouting as he went. + </p> + <p> + At the edge of the hamlet, he found a cottage with no light in it; he + dismounted and thundered at the door: “Escape for your lives! for your + lives!” + </p> + <p> + A man called Hillsbro' Harry opened the window. + </p> + <p> + “The embankrncnt is going. Fly for your lives!” + </p> + <p> + “Nay,” said the man, coolly, “Ouseley dam will brust noane this week,” and + turned to go to bed again. + </p> + <p> + He found Joseph Galton and another man carrying Mrs. Galton and her + new-born child away in a blanket. This poor woman, who had sent her five + children away on the faith of a dream, was now objecting, in a faint + voice, to be saved herself from evident danger. “Oh, dear, dear! you might + as well let me go down with the flood as kill me with taking me away.” + </p> + <p> + Such was the sapient discourse of Mrs. Galton, who, half an hour ago, had + been supernaturally wise and prudent. Go to, wise mother and silly woman; + men will love thee none the less for the inequalities of thine intellect; + and honest Joe will save thy life, and heed thy twaddle no more than the + bleating of a lamb. + </p> + <p> + Ransome had not left the Galtons many yards behind him, when there was a + sharp explosion heard up in the hills. + </p> + <p> + Ransome pulled up and said aloud, “It will be all right now, thank + goodness! they have blown up the wear.” + </p> + <p> + The words were scarcely out of his mouth when he heard a loud sullen roar, + speedily followed by a tremendous hiss, and a rumbling thunder, that shook + the very earth where he stood, two miles distant. + </p> + <p> + This is what had taken place since he left the reservoir, but ten minutes + ago. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Tucker and Mr. Carter laid the gunpowder and the train, and lighted + the latter, and came back across the middle of the embankment. + </p> + <p> + Being quite safe here from the effect of the explosion, Mr. Tucker was + desirous to establish by measurement that the water in the reservoir had + not risen so high as the crack in the embankment. + </p> + <p> + With this view he took out a measure, and, at some risk of being swept + into eternity, began coolly to measure the crack downward. + </p> + <p> + At this very time water was trickling over; and that alarmed Carter, and + he told Tucker they were trifling with their own lives. + </p> + <p> + “Oh,” said Tucker, “that is only the spray from the waves.” + </p> + <p> + They actually measured the crack, stooping over it with their lanterns. + </p> + <p> + When they had done that, Carter raised his head, and suddenly clutched + Tucker by the arm and pointed upward. The water was pouring over the top, + still in a thin sheet, but then that sheet was gradually widening. The + water came down to their feet, and some of it disappeared in the crack; + and the crack itself looked a little larger than when last inspected. + Tucker said, gravely, “I don't like that: but let me examine the + valve-house at once.” He got down to the valve-house, but before he could + ascertain what quantity of water was escaping Carter called to him, “Come + out, for God's sake, or you are lost.” + </p> + <p> + He came running out, and saw an opening thirty feet wide and nearly a foot + deep, and a powerful stream rushing over it. + </p> + <p> + The moment Tucker saw that, he cried, “It's all up, the embankment must + go!” And, the feeling of the architect overpowering the instincts of the + man, he stood aghast. But Carter laid hold of him, and dragged him away. + </p> + <p> + Then he came to himself, and they ran across the embankment. + </p> + <p> + As they started, the powder, which had hung fire unaccountably, went off, + and blew up the waste-wear; but they scarcely heard it; for, as they ran, + the rent above kept enlarging and deepening at a fearful rate, and the + furious stream kept rushing past their flying heels, and threatened to + sweep them sideways to destruction. + </p> + <p> + They were safe at last; but even as they stood panting, the rent in the + top of the embankment spread—deepened—yawned terrifically—and + the pent-up lake plunged through, and sweeping away at once the center of + the embankment, rushed, roaring and hissing, down the valley, an avalanche + of water, whirling great trees up by the roots, and sweeping huge rocks + away, and driving them, like corks, for miles. + </p> + <p> + At that appalling sound, that hissing thunder, the like of which he had + never heard before, and hopes never to hear again, Ransome spurred away at + all his speed, and warned the rest of the village with loud inarticulate + cries: he could not wait to speak, nor was it necessary. + </p> + <p> + At the top of the hill he turned a moment, and looked up the valley; soon + he saw a lofty white wall running down on Hatfield Mill: it struck the + mill, and left nothing visible but the roof, surrounded by white foam. + </p> + <p> + Another moment, and he distinctly saw the mill swim a yard or two, then + disappear and leave no trace, and on came the white wall, hissing and + thundering. + </p> + <p> + Ransome uttered a cry of horror, and galloped madly forward, to save what + lives he might. + </p> + <p> + Whenever he passed a house he shrieked his warning, but he never drew + rein. + </p> + <p> + As he galloped along his mind worked. He observed the valley widen in + places, and he hoped the flying lake would spread, and so lose some of + that tremendous volume and force before which he had seen Hatfield stone + mill go down. + </p> + <p> + With this hope he galloped on, and reached Poma Bridge, five miles and a + half from the reservoir. + </p> + <p> + Here, to his dismay, he heard the hissing thunder sound as near to him as + it was when he halted on the hill above Damflask; but he could see + nothing, owing to a turn in the valley. + </p> + <p> + At the bridge itself he found a man standing without his hat, staring + wildly up the valley. + </p> + <p> + He yelled to this man, “Dam is burst. Warn the village—for their + lives—run on to Hillsborough—when you are winded, send another + on. You'll all be paid at the Town Hall.” + </p> + <p> + Then he dashed across the bridge. + </p> + <p> + As he crossed it, he caught sight of the flying lake once more: he had + gone over more ground, but he had gone no further. He saw the white wall + strike Dolman's farm; there was a light in one window now. He saw the + farm-house, with its one light, swim bodily, then melt and disappear, with + all the poor souls in it. + </p> + <p> + He galloped on: his hat flew off; he came under the coiners' house, and + yelled a warning. A window was opened, and a man looked out; the light was + behind him, and, even in that terrible moment, he recognized—Shifty + Dick. + </p> + <p> + “The flood! the flood! Fly! Get on high ground, for your lives!” + </p> + <p> + He galloped furiously, and made for Little's house. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0044" id="link2HCH0044"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XLIV. + </h2> + <p> + Little took a book, and tried to while away the time till Ransome's + return; but he could not command his attention. The conversation about + Grace had excited a topic which excluded every other. + </p> + <p> + He opened his window, a French casement, and looked out upon the night. + </p> + <p> + Then he observed that Grace, too, was keeping vigil; for a faint light + shot from her window and sparkled on the branches of the plane-tree in her + little front garden. + </p> + <p> + “And that,” thought Henry, sadly, “is all I can see of her. Close to her, + yet far off—further than ever now.” + </p> + <p> + A deep sadness fell on him, sadness and doubt. Suppose he were to lay a + trap for her to-morrow, and catch her at her own door! What good would it + do? He put himself in her place. That process showed him at once she would + come no more. He should destroy her little bit of patient, quiet + happiness, the one daily sunbeam of her desolate life. + </p> + <p> + By-and-by, feeling rather drowsy, he lay down in his clothes to wait for + Ransome's return. He put out his light. + </p> + <p> + From his bed he could see Grace's light kiss the plane-tree. + </p> + <p> + He lay and fixed his eyes on it, and thought of all that had passed + between them; and, by-and-by, love and grief made his eyes misty, and that + pale light seemed to dance and flicker before him. + </p> + <p> + About midnight, he was nearly dozing off, when his ear caught a muttering + outside; he listened, and thought he heard some instrument grating below. + </p> + <p> + He rose very softly, and crept to the window, and looked keenly through + his casement. + </p> + <p> + He saw nothing at first; but presently a dark object emerged from behind + the plane-tree I have mentioned, and began to go slowly, but surely up it. + </p> + <p> + Little feared it was a burglar about to attack that house which held his + darling. + </p> + <p> + He stepped softly to his rifle and loaded both barrels. It was a + breech-loader. Then he crawled softly to the window, and peered out, rifle + in hand. + </p> + <p> + The man had climbed the tree, and was looking earnestly in at one of the + windows in Grace's house. His attention was so fixed that he never saw the + gleaming eye which now watched him. + </p> + <p> + Presently the drifting clouds left the moon clear a minute, and Henry + Little recognized the face of Frederick Coventry. + </p> + <p> + He looked at him, and began to tremble. + </p> + <p> + Why did he tremble? Because—after the first rush of surprise—rage, + hate, and bloody thoughts crossed his mind. Here was his enemy, the + barrier to his happiness, come, of his own accord, to court his death. Why + not take him for a burglar, and shoot him dead? Such an act might be + blamed, but it could not be punished severely. + </p> + <p> + The temptation was so great, that the rifle shook in his hands, and a cold + perspiration poured down his back. + </p> + <p> + He prayed to God in agony to relieve him from this temptation; he felt + that it was more than he could bear. + </p> + <p> + He looked up. Coventry was drawing up a short iron ladder from below. He + then got hold of it and fixed it on the sill of Grace's window. + </p> + <p> + Little burst his own window open. “You villain!” he cried, and leveled his + rifle at him. + </p> + <p> + Coventry uttered a yell of dismay. Grace opened her window, and looked + out, with a face full of terror. + </p> + <p> + At sight of her, Coventry cried to her in abject terror, “Mercy! mercy! + Don't let him shoot me!” + </p> + <p> + Grace looked round, and saw Henry aiming at Coventry. + </p> + <p> + She screamed, and Little lowered the rifle directly. + </p> + <p> + Coventry crouched directly in the fork of the tree. + </p> + <p> + Grace looked bewildered from one to the other; but it was to Henry she + spoke, and asked him in trembling tones what it “all meant?” + </p> + <p> + But, ere either could make a reply, a dire sound was heard of hissing + thunder: so appalling that the three actors in this strange scene were all + frozen and rooted where they stood. + </p> + <p> + Then came a fierce galloping, and Ransome, with his black hair and beard + flying, and his face like a ghost, reined up, and shouted wildly, “Dam + burst! Coming down here! Fly for your lives! Fly!” + </p> + <p> + He turned and galloped up the hill. + </p> + <p> + Cole and his mate emerged, and followed him, howling; but before the other + poor creatures, half paralyzed, could do any thing, the hissing thunder + was upon them. What seemed a mountain of snow came rolling, and burst on + them with terrific violence, whirling great trees and fragments of houses + past with incredible velocity. + </p> + <p> + At the first blow, the house that stood nearest to the flying lake was + shattered and went to pieces soon after: all the houses quivered as the + water rushed round them two stories high. + </p> + <p> + Little never expected to live another minute; yet, in that awful moment, + his love stood firm. He screamed to Grace, “The houses must go!—the + tree!—the tree!—get to the tree!” + </p> + <p> + But Grace, so weak at times, was more than mortal strong at that dread + hour. + </p> + <p> + “What! live with him,” she cried, “when I can die with you!” + </p> + <p> + She folded her arms, and her pale face was radiant, no hope, no fear. + </p> + <p> + Now came a higher wave, and the water reached above the window-sills of + the bedroom floor and swept away the ladder; yet, driven forward like a + cannon-bullet, did not yet pour into the bed-rooms from the main stream; + but by degrees the furious flood broke, melted, and swept away the + intervening houses, and then hacked off the gable-end of Grace's house, as + if Leviathan had bitten a piece out. Through that aperture the flood came + straight in, leveled the partitions at a blow, rushed into the upper rooms + with fearful roar, and then, rushing out again to rejoin the greater body + of water, blew the front wall clean away, and swept Grace out into the + raging current. + </p> + <p> + The water pouring out of the house carried her, at first, toward the tree, + and Little cried wildly to Coventry to save her. He awoke from his stupor + of horror, and made an attempt to clutch her; but then the main force of + the mighty water drove her away from him toward the house; her helpless + body was whirled round and round three times, by the struggling eddies, + and then hurried away like a feather by the overwhelming torrent. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0045" id="link2HCH0045"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XLV. + </h2> + <p> + The mighty reflux, which, after a short struggle, overpowered the rush of + water from the windows, and carried Grace Carden's helpless body away from + the tree, drove her of course back toward the houses, and she was whirled + past Little's window with fearful velocity, just as he was going to leap + into the flood, and perish in an insane attempt to save her. With a loud + cry he seized her by her long floating hair, and tried to draw her in at + the window; but the mighty water pulled her from him fiercely, and all but + dragged him in after her; he was only saved by clutching the side of the + wall with his left hand: the flood was like some vast solid body drawing + against him; and terror began to seize on his heart. He ground his teeth; + he set his knee against the horizontal projection of the window; and that + freed his left hand; he suddenly seized her arm with it, and, clutching it + violently, ground his teeth together, and, throwing himself backward with + a jerk, tore her out of the water by an effort almost superhuman. Such was + the force exerted by the torrent on one side, and the desperate lover on + the other, that not her shoes only, but her stockings, though gartered, + were torn off her in that fierce struggle. + </p> + <p> + He had her in his arms, and cried aloud, and sobbed over her, and kissed + her wet cheeks, her lank hair, and her wet clothes, in a wild rapture. He + went on kissing her and sobbing over her so wildly and so long, that + Coventry, who had at first exulted with him at her rescue, began to rage + with jealousy. + </p> + <p> + “Please remember she is my wife,” he shrieked: “don't take advantage of + her condition, villain!” + </p> + <p> + “Your wife, you scoundrel! You stole her from me once; now come and take + her from me again. Why didn't you save her? She was near to you. You let + her die: she lives by me, and for me, and I for her.” With this he kissed + her again, and held her to his bosom. “D'ye see that?—liar! coward! + villain!” + </p> + <p> + Even across that tremendous body of rushing death, from which neither was + really safe, both rivals' eyes gleamed hate at each other. + </p> + <p> + The wild beasts that a flood drives together on to some little eminence, + lay down their natures, and the panther crouches and whimpers beside the + antelope; but these were men, and could entertain the fiercest of human + passions in the very jaws of death. + </p> + <p> + To be sure it was but for a moment; a new danger soon brought them both to + their senses; an elm-tree whirling past grazed Coventry's plane-tree; it + was but a graze, yet it nearly shook him off into the flood, and he yelled + with fear: almost at the same moment a higher wave swept into Little's + room, and the rising water set every thing awash, and burst over him as he + kneeled with grace. He got up, drenched and half-blinded with the turbid + water, and, taking Grace in his arms, waded waist-high to his bed, and + laid her down on it. + </p> + <p> + It was a moment of despair. Death had entered that chamber in a new, + unforeseen, and inevitable form. The ceiling was low, the water was rising + steadily; the bedstead floated; his chest of drawers floated, though his + rifle and pistols lay on it, and the top drawers were full of the tools he + always had about him: in a few minutes the rising water must inevitably + jam Grace and him against the ceiling, and drown them like rats in a hole. + </p> + <p> + Fearful as the situation was, a sickening horror was added to it by the + horrible smell of the water; it had a foul and appalling odor, a compound + of earthiness and putrescence; it smelt like a newly-opened grave; it + paralyzed like a serpent's breath. + </p> + <p> + Stout as young Little's heart was, it fainted now when he saw his + bedstead, and his drawers, and his chairs, all slowly rising toward the + ceiling, lifted by that cold, putrescent, liquid death. + </p> + <p> + But all men, and even animals, possess greater powers of mind, as well as + of body, than they ever exert, unless compelled by dire necessity: and it + would have been strange indeed if a heart so stanch, and a brain so + inventive, as Little's, had let his darling die like a rat drowned in a + hole, without some new and masterly attempt first made to save her. + </p> + <p> + To that moment of horror and paralysis succeeded an activity of mind and + body almost incredible. He waded to the drawers, took his rifle and fired + both barrels at one place in the ceiling bursting a hole, and cutting a + narrow joist almost in two. Then he opened a drawer, got an ax and a saw + out, and tried to wade to the bed; but the water now took him off his + feet, and he had to swim to it instead; he got on it, and with his axe and + his saw he contrived to paddle the floating bed under the hole in the + ceiling, and then with a few swift and powerful blows of his ax soon + enlarged that aperture sufficiently; but at that moment the water carried + the bedstead away from the place. + </p> + <p> + He set to work with his saw and ax, and paddled back again. + </p> + <p> + Grace, by this time, was up on her knees, and in a voice, the sudden + firmness of which surprised and delighted him, asked if she could help. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” said he, “you can. On with my coat.” + </p> + <p> + It lay on the bed. She helped him on with it, and then he put his ax and + saw into the pockets, and told her to take hold of his skirt. + </p> + <p> + He drew himself up through the aperture, and Grace, holding his skirts + with her hands and the bed with her feet, climbed adroitly on to the head + of the bed—a French bed made of mahogany—and Henry drew her + through the aperture. + </p> + <p> + They were now on the false ceiling, and nearly jammed against the roof: + Little soon hacked a great hole in that just above the parapet, and they + crawled out upon the gutter. + </p> + <p> + They were now nearly as high as Coventry on his tree; but their house was + rocking, and his tree was firm. + </p> + <p> + In the next house were heard the despairing shrieks of poor creatures who + saw no way of evading their fate; yet the way was as open to them as to + this brave pair. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, my angel,” said Grace, “save them. Then, if you die, you go to God.” + </p> + <p> + “All right,” said Henry. “Come on.” + </p> + <p> + They darted down the gutter to the next house. Little hacked a hole in the + slates, and then in the wood-work, and was about to jump in, when the + house he had just left tumbled all to pieces, like a house of sugar, and + the debris went floating by, including the bedstead that had helped to + save them. + </p> + <p> + “O God!” cried Little, “this house will go next; run on to the last one.” + </p> + <p> + “No, Henry, I would rather die with you than live alone. Don't be + frightened for me, my angel. Save lives, and trust to Jesus.” + </p> + <p> + “All right,” said Little; but his voice trembled now. + </p> + <p> + He jumped in, hacked a hole in the ceiling, and yelled to the inmates to + give him their hands. + </p> + <p> + There was a loud cry of male and female voices. + </p> + <p> + “My child first,” cried a woman, and threw up an infant, which Little + caught and handed to Grace. She held it, wailing to her breast. + </p> + <p> + Little dragged five more souls up. Grace helped them out, and they ran + along the gutter to the last house without saying “Thank you.” + </p> + <p> + The house was rocking. Little and Grace went on to the next, and he + smashed the roof in, and then the ceiling, and Grace and he were getting + the people out, when the house they had just left melted away, all but a + chimney-stack, which adhered in jagged dilapidation to the house they were + now upon. + </p> + <p> + They were now upon the last. Little hacked furiously through the roof and + ceiling, and got the people out; and now twenty-seven souls crouched in + the gutter, or hung about the roof of this one house; some praying, but + most of them whining and wailing. + </p> + <p> + “What is the use of howling?” groaned Little. + </p> + <p> + He then drew his Grace to his panting bosom, and his face was full of + mortal agony. + </p> + <p> + She consoled him. “Never mind, my angel. God has seen you. He is good to + us, and lets us die together.” + </p> + <p> + At this moment the house gave a rock, and there was a fresh burst of + wailing. + </p> + <p> + This, connected with his own fears, enraged Henry. + </p> + <p> + “Be quiet,” said he, sternly. “Why can't you die decently, like your + betters?” + </p> + <p> + Then he bent his head in noble silence over his beloved, and devoured her + features as those he might never see again. + </p> + <p> + At this moment was heard a sound like the report of a gun: a large tree + whirled down by the flood, struck the plane-tree just below the fork, and + cut it in two as promptly as a scythe would go through a carrot. + </p> + <p> + It drove the upper part along, and, going with it, kept it perpendicular + for some time; the white face and glaring eyes of Frederick Coventry + sailed past these despairing lovers; he made a wild clutch at them, then + sank in the boiling current, and was hurried away. + </p> + <p> + This appalling incident silenced all who saw it for a moment. Then they + began to wail louder than ever. + </p> + <p> + But Little started to his feet, and cried “Hurrah!” + </p> + <p> + There was a general groan. + </p> + <p> + “Hold your tongues,” he roared. “I've got good news for you. The water was + over the top windows; now it is an inch lower. The reservoir must be empty + by now. The water will go down as fast as it rose. Keep quiet for two + minutes, and you will see.” + </p> + <p> + Then no more was heard but the whimpering of the women, and, every now and + then, the voice of Little; he hung over the parapet, and reported every + half-minute the decline of the water; it subsided with strange rapidity, + as he had foreseen. + </p> + <p> + In three minutes after he had noticed the first decline, he took Grace + down through the roof, on the second floor. + </p> + <p> + When Grace and Henry got there, they started with dismay: the danger was + not over: the front wall was blown clean out by the water; all but a + jagged piece shaped like a crescent, and it seemed a miracle that the + roof, thus weakened and crowded with human beings, had not fallen in. + </p> + <p> + “We must get out of this,” said Little. “It all hangs together by a + thread.” + </p> + <p> + He called the others down from the roof, and tried to get down by the + staircase, but it was broken into sections and floating about. Then he cut + into the floor near the wall, and, to his infinite surprise, found the + first floor within four feet of him. The flood had lifted it bodily more + than six feet. + </p> + <p> + He dropped on to it, and made Grace let herself down to him, he holding + her round the waist, and landing her light as a feather. + </p> + <p> + Henry then hacked through the door, which was jammed tight; and, the water + subsiding, presently the wrecks of the staircase left off floating, and + stuck in the mud and water: by this means they managed to get down, and + found themselves in a layer of mud, and stones, and debris, alive and + dead, such as no imagination had hitherto conceived. + </p> + <p> + Dreading, however, to remain in a house so disemboweled within, and so + shattered without, that it seemed to survive by mere cohesion of mortar, + he begged Grace to put her arm round his neck, and then lifted her and + carried her out into the night. + </p> + <p> + “Take me home to papa, my angel,” said she. + </p> + <p> + He said he would; and tried to find his way to the road which he knew led + up the hill to Woodbine Villa. But all landmarks were gone; houses, trees, + hedges, all swept away; roads covered three feet thick with rocks, and + stones, and bricks, and carcasses. The pleasant valley was one horrid + quagmire, in which he could take few steps, burdened as he was, without + sticking, or stumbling against some sure sign of destruction and death: + within the compass of fifty yards he found a steam-boiler and its + appurtenances (they must have weighed some tons, yet they had been driven + more than a mile), and a dead cow, and the body of a wagon turned upside + down: [the wheels of this same wagon were afterward found fifteen miles + from the body]. + </p> + <p> + He began to stagger and pant. + </p> + <p> + “Let me walk, my angel,” said Grace. “I'm not a baby.” + </p> + <p> + She held his hand tight, and tried to walk with him step by step. Her + white feet shone in the pale moonlight. + </p> + <p> + They made for rising ground, and were rewarded by finding the debris less + massive. + </p> + <p> + “The flood must have been narrow hereabouts,” said Henry. “We shall soon + be clear of it, I hope.” + </p> + <p> + Soon after this, they came under a short but sturdy oak that had survived; + and, entangled in its close and crooked branches, was something white. + They came nearer; it was a dead body: some poor man or woman hurried from + sleep to Eternity. + </p> + <p> + They shuddered and crawled on, still making for higher ground, but sore + perplexed. + </p> + <p> + Presently they heard a sort of sigh. They went toward it, and found a poor + horse stuck at an angle; his efforts to escape being marred by a heavy + stone to which he was haltered. + </p> + <p> + Henry patted him, and encouraged him, and sawed through his halter; then + he struggled up, but Henry held him, and put Grace on him. She sat across + him and held on by the mane. + </p> + <p> + The horse, being left to himself, turned back a little, and crossed the + quagmire till he got into a bridle-road, and this landed them high and dry + on the turnpike. + </p> + <p> + Here they stopped, and, by one impulse, embraced each other, and thanked + God for their wonderful escape. + </p> + <p> + But soon Henry's exultation took a turn that shocked Grace's religious + sentiments, which recent acquaintance had strengthened. + </p> + <p> + “Yes,” he cried, “now I believe that God really does interpose in earthly + things; I believe every thing; yesterday I believed nothing. The one + villain is swept away, and we two are miraculously saved. Now we can marry + to-morrow—no, to-day, for it is past midnight. Oh, how good He is, + especially for killing that scoundrel out of our way. Without his death, + what was life worth to me? But now—oh, Heavens! is it all a dream? + Hurrah! hurrah! hurrah!” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, Henry, my love!” said Grace imploringly; “pray, pray do not offend + Him, by rejoicing at such a moment over the death, perhaps the everlasting + death, of a poor, sinful fellow-creature.” + </p> + <p> + “All right, dearest. Only don't let us descend to hypocrisy. I thank + Heaven he is dead, and so do you.” + </p> + <p> + “Pray don't SAY so.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, I won't: let him go. Death settles all accounts. Did you see me + stretch out my hand to save him?” + </p> + <p> + “I did, my angel, and it was like you: you are the noblest and the + greatest creature that ever was, or ever will be.” + </p> + <p> + “The silliest, you mean. I wondered at myself next minute. Fancy me being + such an idiot as to hold out a hand to save him, and so wither both our + lives—yours and mine; but I suppose it is against nature not to hold + out a hand. Well, no harm came of it, thank Heaven.” + </p> + <p> + “Let us talk of ourselves,” said Grace, lovingly. “My darling, let no + harsh thought mar the joy of this hour. You have saved my life again. + Well, then, it is doubly yours. Here, looking on that death we have just + escaped, I devote myself to you. You don't know how I love you; but you + shall. I adore you.” + </p> + <p> + “I love you better still.” + </p> + <p> + “You do not: you can't. It is the one thing I can beat you at and I will.” + </p> + <p> + “Try. When will you be mine?” + </p> + <p> + “I am yours. But if you mean when will I marry you, why, whenever you + please. We have suffered too cruelly, and loved too dearly, for me to put + you off a single day for affectations and vanities. When you please, my + own.” + </p> + <p> + At this Henry kissed her little white feet with rapture, and kept kissing + them, at intervals, all the rest of the way: and the horrors of the night + ended, to these two, in unutterable rapture, as they paced slowly along to + Woodbine Villa with hearts full of wonder, gratitude, and joy. + </p> + <p> + Here they found lights burning, and learned from a servant that Mr. Carden + was gone down to the scene of the flood in great agitation. + </p> + <p> + Henry told Grace not to worry herself, for that he would find him and + relieve his fears. + </p> + <p> + He then made Grace promise to go to bed at once, and to lie within + blankets. She didn't like that idea, but consented. “It is my duty to obey + you now in every thing,” said she. + </p> + <p> + Henry left her, and ran down to the Town Hall. + </p> + <p> + He was in that glorious state of bliss in which noble minds long to do + good actions; and the obvious thing to do was to go and comfort the living + survivors of the terrible disaster he had so narrowly escaped. + </p> + <p> + He found but one policeman there; the rest, and Ransome at their head, + were doing their best; all but two, drowned on their beat in the very town + of Hillsborough. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0046" id="link2HCH0046"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XLVI. + </h2> + <p> + Round a great fire in the Town Hall were huddled a number of half-naked + creatures, who had been driven out of their dilapidated homes; some of + them had seen children or relatives perish in the flood they had + themselves so narrowly escaped, and were bemoaning them with chattering + teeth. + </p> + <p> + Little spoke them a word of comfort, promised them all clothes as soon as + the shops should open, and hurried off to the lower part of the town in + search of Ransome. + </p> + <p> + He soon found the line the flood had taken. Between Poma Bridge and + Hillsborough it had wasted itself considerably in a broad valley, but + still it had gone clean through Hillsborough twelve feet high, demolishing + and drowning. Its terrible progress was marked by a layer of mud a foot + thick, dotted with rocks, trees, wrecks of houses, machinery, furniture, + barrels, mattresses, carcasses of animals, and dead bodies, most of them + stark naked, the raging flood having torn their clothes off their backs. + </p> + <p> + Four corpses and two dead horses were lying in a lake of mud about the + very door of the railway station; three of them were females in absolute + nudity. The fourth was a male, with one stocking on. This proved to be + Hillsbro' Harry, warned in vain up at Damflask. When he actually heard the + flood come hissing, he had decided, on the whole, to dress, and had got + the length of that one stocking, when the flying lake cut short his + vegetation. + </p> + <p> + Not far from this, Little found Ransome, working like a horse, with the + tear in his eyes. + </p> + <p> + He uttered a shout of delight and surprise, and, taking Little by both + shoulders, gazed earnestly at him, and said, “Can this be a living man I + see?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, I am alive,” said Little, “but I had to work for it: feel my + clothes.” + </p> + <p> + “Why, the are dryer than mine.” + </p> + <p> + “Ay; yet have been in water to the throat; the heat of my body and my + great exertions dried them. I'll tell you all another day: now show me how + to do a bit of good; for it is not one nor two thousand pounds I'll stick + at, this night.” + </p> + <p> + “Come on.” + </p> + <p> + Strange sights they saw that night. + </p> + <p> + They found a dead body curled round the top frame of a lamppost, and, in + the suburbs, another jammed between a beam and the wall of a house. + </p> + <p> + They found some houses with the front wall carried clean away, and, on the + second floor, such of the inmates as had survived huddled together in + their night-clothes, unable to get down. These, Ransome and his men + speedily relieved from their situation. + </p> + <p> + And now came in word that the whole village of Poma Bridge had been + destroyed. + </p> + <p> + Little, with Ransome and his men, hurried on at these sad tidings as fast + as the mud and ruins would allow, and, on the way, one of the policemen + trod on something soft. It was the body of a woman imbedded in the mud. + </p> + <p> + A little further they saw, at some distance, two cottages in a row, both + gutted and emptied. An old man was alone in one, seated on the + ground-floor in the deep mud. + </p> + <p> + They went to him, and asked what they could do for him. + </p> + <p> + “Do? Why let me die,” he said. + </p> + <p> + They tried to encourage him; but he answered them in words that showed how + deeply old Shylock's speech is founded in nature: + </p> + <p> + “Let the water take me—it has taken all I had.” + </p> + <p> + When they asked after his neighbors, he said he believed they were all + drowned. Unluckily for HIM, he had been out when the flood came. + </p> + <p> + Little clambered into the other cottage, and found a little boy and girl + placidly asleep in a cupboard upstairs. + </p> + <p> + Little yelled with delight, and kissed them, and cuddled them, as if they + had been his own, so sweet was it to see their pretty innocent faces, + spared by death. The boy kissed him in return, and told him the room had + been full of water, and dada and mamma had gone out at the window, and + they themselves had floated in the bed so high he had put his little + sister on the top shelf, and got on it himself, and then they had both + felt very sleepy. + </p> + <p> + “You are a dear good boy, and I take you into custody,” said Ransome, in a + broken voice. + </p> + <p> + Judge if this pair were petted, up at the Town Hall. + </p> + <p> + At Poma Bridge the devastation was horrible. The flood had bombarded a row + of fifty houses, and demolished them so utterly that only one arch of one + cellar remained; the very foundations were torn up, and huge holes of + incredible breadth and depth bored by the furious eddies. + </p> + <p> + Where were the inhabitants? + </p> + <p> + Ransome stood and looked and shook like a man in an ague. + </p> + <p> + “Little,” said he, “this is awful. Nobody in Hillsborough dreams the + extent of this calamity. I DREAD THE DAWN OF DAY. There must be scores of + dead bodies hidden in this thick mud, or perhaps swept through + Hillsborough into the very sea.” + </p> + <p> + A little further, and they came to the “Reindeer,” where he had heard the + boon-companions singing—over their graves; for that night, long + before the “cock did craw, or the day daw,” their mouths were full of + water and mud, and not the “barley bree.” + </p> + <p> + To know their fate needed but a glance at the miserable, shattered, gutted + fragment of the inn that stood. There was a chimney, a triangular piece of + roof, a quarter of the inside of one second-floor room, with all the + boards gone and half the joists gone, and the others either hanging down + perpendicular or sticking up at an angle of forty-five. Even on the side + furthest from the flood the water had hacked and plowed away the wall so + deeply, that the miserable wreck had a jagged waist, no bigger in + proportion than a wasp's. + </p> + <p> + Not far from this amazing ruin was a little two-storied house, whose four + rooms looked exactly, as four rooms are represented in section on the + stage, the front wall having been blown clean away, and the furniture and + inmates swept out; the very fender and fire-irons had been carried away: a + bird-cage, a clock, and a grate were left hanging to the three walls. + </p> + <p> + As a part of this village stood on high ground, the survivors were within + reach of relief; and Little gave a policeman orders to buy clothes at the + shop, and have them charged to him. + </p> + <p> + This done, he begged Ransome to cross the water, and relieve the poor + wretches who had escaped so narrowly with him. Ransome consented at once; + but then came a difficulty—the bridge, like every bridge that the + flying lake had struck, was swept away. However, the stream was narrow, + and, as they were already muddy to the knee, they found a place where the + miscellaneous ruin made stepping-stones, and by passing first on to a + piece of masonry, and from that to a broken water-wheel, and then on to a + rock, they got across. + </p> + <p> + They passed the coiner's house. It stood on rather high ground, and had + got off cheap. The water had merely carried away the door and windows, and + washed every movable out of it. + </p> + <p> + Ransome sighed. “Poor Shifty!” said he; “you'll never play us another + trick. What an end for a man of your abilities!” + </p> + <p> + And now the day began to dawn, and that was fortunate, for otherwise they + could hardly have found the house they were going to. + </p> + <p> + On the way to it they came on two dead bodies, an old man of eighty and a + child scarce a week old. One fate had united these extremes of human life, + the ripe sheaf and the spring bud. It transpired afterward that they had + been drowned in different parishes. Death, that brought these together, + disunited hundreds. Poor Dolman's body was found scarce a mile from his + house, but his wife's eleven miles on the other side of Hillsborough; and + this wide separation of those who died in one place by one death, was + constant, and a pitiable feature of the tragedy. + </p> + <p> + At last they got to the house, and Little shuddered at the sight of it; + here not only was the whole front wall taken out, but a part of the back + wall; the jagged chimneys of the next house still clung to this miserable + shell, whose upper floors were slanting sieves, and on its lower was a + deep layer of mud, with the carcass of a huge sow lying on it, washed in + there all the way from Hatfield village. + </p> + <p> + The people had all run away from the house, and no wonder, for it seemed + incredible that it could stand a single moment longer; never had ruin come + so close to demolition and then stopped. + </p> + <p> + There was nothing to be done here, and Ransome went back to Hillsborough, + keeping this side the water. + </p> + <p> + Daybreak realized his worst fears: between Poma Bridge and the first + suburb of Hillsborough the place was like a battle-field; not that many + had been drowned on the spot, but that, drowned all up the valley by the + flood at its highest, they had been brought down and deposited in the + thick layer of mud left by the abating waters. Some were cruelly gashed + and mangled by the hard objects with which they had come in contact. + Others wore a peaceful expression and had color in their cheeks. One drew + tears from both these valiant men. It was a lovely little girl, with her + little hands before her face to keep out the sight of death. + </p> + <p> + Here and there, a hand or a ghastly face appearing above the mud showed + how many must be hidden altogether, and Ransome hurried home to get more + assistance to disinter the dead. + </p> + <p> + Just before the suburb of Allerton the ground is a dead flat, and here the + flying lake had covered a space a mile broad, doing frightful damage to + property but not much to life, because wherever it expanded it shallowed + in proportion. + </p> + <p> + In part of this flat a gentleman had a beautiful garden and + pleasure-grounds overnight: they were now under water, and their + appearance was incredible; the flood expanding here and then contracting, + had grounded large objects and left small ones floating. In one part of + the garden it had landed a large wheat-rick, which now stood as if it + belonged there, though it had been built five miles off. + </p> + <p> + In another part was an inverted summer-house and a huge water-wheel, both + of them great travelers that night. + </p> + <p> + In the large fish-pond, now much fuller than usual, floated a + wheel-barrow, a hair mattress, an old wooden cradle, and an enormous box + or chest. + </p> + <p> + Little went splashing through the water to examine the cradle: he was + richly rewarded. He found a little child in it awake but perfectly happy, + and enjoying the fluttering birds above and the buoyant bed below, whose + treacherous nature was unknown to him. This incident the genius of my + friend Mr. Millais is about to render immortal. + </p> + <p> + Little's shout of delight brought Ransome splashing over directly. They + took up the cradle and contents to carry it home, when all of a sudden + Ransome's eye detected a finger protruding through a hole in the box. + </p> + <p> + “Hallo!” said he. “Why, there's a body inside that box.” + </p> + <p> + “Good heavens!” said Little, “he may be alive.” + </p> + <p> + With that he made a rush and went in over head and ears. + </p> + <p> + “Confound it” said he as soon as he got his breath. But, being in for it + now, he swam to the box, and getting behind it, shoved it before him to + Ransome's feet. + </p> + <p> + Ransome tried to open it, but it shut with a spring. However, there were + air-holes, and still this finger sticking out of one—for a signal no + doubt. + </p> + <p> + “Are ye alive or dead?” shouted Ransome to the box. “Let me out and you'll + see,” replied the box; and the sound seemed to issue from the bowels of + the earth. + </p> + <p> + Little had his hatchet in his pocket and set to work to try and open it. + The occupant assisted him with advice how to proceed, all of which sounded + subterraneous. + </p> + <p> + “Hold your jaw!” said Little. “Do you think you can teach me?” + </p> + <p> + By a considerable exertion of strength as well as skill, he at last got + the box open, and discovered the occupant seated pale and chattering, with + knees tucked up. + </p> + <p> + The two men lent him a hand to help him up; Ransome gave a slight start, + and then expressed the warmest satisfaction. + </p> + <p> + “Thank Heaven!” said he. “Shake hands, old fellow. I'm downright glad. + I've been groaning over you: but I might have known you'd find some way to + slip out of trouble. Mr. Little, this is Shifty himself. Please put your + arm under his; he is as strong as iron, and as slippery as an eel.” + </p> + <p> + The Shifty, hearing this account given of himself, instantly collapsed, + and made himself weak as water, and tottered from one of his guards to the + other in turn. + </p> + <p> + “I was all that once, Mr. Ransome,” said he, in a voice that became + suddenly as feeble as his body, “but this fearful night has changed me. + Miraculously preserved from destruction, I have renounced my errors, and + vowed to lead a new life. Conduct me at once to a clergyman, that I may + confess and repent, and disown my past life with horror; then swear me in + a special constable, and let me have the honor of acting under your + orders, and of co-operating with you, sir” (to Little), “in your Christian + and charitable acts. Let me go about with you, gentlemen, and relieve the + sufferings of others, as you have relieved mine.” + </p> + <p> + “There,” said Ransome, proudly; “there's a man for you. He knows every + move of the game—can patter like an archbishop.” So saying, he + handcuffed the Shifty with such enthusiasm that the convert swore a + horrible oath at him. + </p> + <p> + Ransome apologized, and beckoning a constable, handed him the Shifty. + </p> + <p> + “Take him to the Town Hall, and give him every comfort. He is Number One.” + </p> + <p> + This man's escape was not so strange as it appeared. The flood never + bombarded his house—he was only on the hem of it. It rose and filled + his house, whereupon he bored three holes in his great chest, and got in. + He washed about the room till the abating flood contracted, and then it + sucked him and his box out of the window. He got frightened, and let the + lid down, and so drifted about till at last he floated into the hands of + justice. + </p> + <p> + Little and Ransome carried the child away, and it was conveyed to the + hospital and a healthy nurse assigned it. + </p> + <p> + Ransome prevailed on Little to go home, change his wet clothes and lie + down for an hour or two. He consented, but first gave Ransome an order to + lay out a thousand pounds, at his expense, in relief of the sufferers. + </p> + <p> + Then he went home, sent a message to Raby Hall, that he was all right, + took off his clothes, rolled exhausted into bed, and slept till the + afternoon. + </p> + <p> + At four o'clock he rose, got into a hansom, and drove up to Woodbine + Villa, the happiest man in England. + </p> + <p> + He inquired for Miss Carden. The man said he believed she was not up, but + would inquire. + </p> + <p> + “Do,” said Little. “Tell her who it is. I'll wait in the dining-room.” + </p> + <p> + He walked into the dining-room before the man could object, and there he + found a sick gentleman, with Dr. Amboyne and a surgeon examining him. The + patient lay on a sofa, extremely pale, and groaning with pain. + </p> + <p> + One glance sufficed. It was Frederick Coventry. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0047" id="link2HCH0047"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XLVII. + </h2> + <p> + “What! you alive?” said Little, staring. + </p> + <p> + “Alive, and that is all,” said Coventry. “Pray excuse me for not dying to + please you.” + </p> + <p> + Ere Little could reply, Mr. Carden, who had heard of his arrival, looked + in from the library, and beckoned him in. + </p> + <p> + When they were alone, he began by giving the young man his hand, and then + thanked him warmly for his daughter. “You have shown yourself a hero in + courage. Now go one step further; be a hero in fortitude and self-denial; + that unhappy man in the next room is her husband; like you, he risked his + life to save her. He tells me he heard the dam was going to burst, and + came instantly with a ladder to rescue her. He was less fortunate than + you, and failed to rescue her; less fortunate than you again, he has + received a mortal injury in that attempt. It was I who found him; I went + down distracted with anxiety, to look for my daughter; I found this poor + creature jammed tight between the tree he was upon and a quantity of heavy + timber that had accumulated and rested against a bank. We released him + with great difficulty. It was a long time before he could speak; and then, + his first inquiry was after HER. Show some pity for an erring man, Mr. + Little; some consideration for my daughter's reputation. Let him die in + peace: his spine is broken; he can't live many days.” + </p> + <p> + Little heard all this and looked down on the ground for some time in + silence. At last he said firmly, “Mr. Carden, I would not be inhuman to a + dying man; but you were always his friend, and never mine. Let me see HER, + and I'll tell her what you say, and take her advice.” + </p> + <p> + “You shall see her, of course; but not just now. She is in bed, attended + by a Sister of Charity, whom she telegraphed for.” + </p> + <p> + “Can I see that lady?” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly.” + </p> + <p> + Sister Gratiosa was sent for, and, in reply to Little's anxious inquiries, + told him that Sister Amata had been very much shaken by the terrible + events of the night, and absolute repose was necessary to her. In further + conversation she told him she was aware of Sister Amata's unhappy story, + and had approved her retirement from Hillsborough, under all the + circumstances; but that now, after much prayer to God for enlightenment, + she could not but think it was the Sister's duty, as a Christian woman, to + stay at home and nurse the afflicted man whose name she bore, and above + all devote herself to his spiritual welfare. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, that is your notion, is it?” said Henry. “Then you are no friend of + mine.” + </p> + <p> + “I am no enemy of yours, nor of any man, I hope. May I ask you one + question, without offense?” + </p> + <p> + “Certainly.” + </p> + <p> + “Have you prayed to God to guide you in this difficulty?” + </p> + <p> + “No.” + </p> + <p> + “Then seek his throne without delay; and, until you have done so, do not + rashly condemn my views of this matter, since I have sought for wisdom + where alone it is to be found.” + </p> + <p> + Henry chafed under this; but he commanded his temper, though with + difficulty, and said, “Will you take a line to her from me?” + </p> + <p> + The Sister hesitated. “I don't know whether I ought,” said she. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, then the old game of intercepting letters is to be played.” + </p> + <p> + “Not by me: after prayer I shall be able to say Yes or No to your request. + At present, being at a distance from my Superior, I must needs hesitate.” + </p> + <p> + “Right and wrong must have made very little impression on your mind, if + you don't know whether you ought to take a letter to a woman from a man + who has just saved her life—or not.” + </p> + <p> + The lady colored highly, courtesied, and retired without a word. + </p> + <p> + Little knew enough of human nature to see that the Sister would not pray + against feminine spite; he had now a dangerous enemy in the house, and + foresaw that Grace would be steadily worked on through her religious + sentiments. + </p> + <p> + He went away, sick with disappointment, jealousy, and misgivings, hired a + carriage, and drove at once to Raby Hall. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0048" id="link2HCH0048"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XLVIII. + </h2> + <p> + Mrs. Little saw her son arrive, met him in the hall, and embraced him, + with a great cry of maternal joy, that did his heart good for a moment. + </p> + <p> + He had to tell her all; and, during the recital, she often clasped him to + her bosom. + </p> + <p> + When he had told her all, she said: “Much as I love you, darling, I am + ready to part with you for good: there is a cure for all your griefs; + there is a better woman in this house than ever Grace Carden was or will + be. Be a man; shake off these miserable trammels; leave that vacillating + girl to nurse her villain, and marry the one I have chosen for you.” + </p> + <p> + Henry shook his head. “What! when a few months perhaps will free my Grace + from her incumbrance. Mother, you are giving me bad advice for once.” + </p> + <p> + “Unwelcome advice, dear, not bad. Will you consult Dr. Amboyne? he sleeps + here to-night. He often comes here now, you know.” Then the widow colored + just a little. + </p> + <p> + “Oh yes, I know; and I approve.” + </p> + <p> + Dr. Amboyne came to dinner. In the course of the evening he mentioned his + patient Coventry, and said he would never walk again, his spine was too + seriously injured. + </p> + <p> + “How soon will he die? that is what I want to know,” said Henry, with that + excessive candor which the polite reader has long ago discovered in him, + and been shocked. + </p> + <p> + “Oh, he may live for years. But what a life! An inert mass below the + waist, and, above it, a sick heart, and a brain as sensitive as ever to + realize the horrid calamity. Even I, who know and abhor the man's crimes, + shudder at the punishment Heaven inflicts on him.” + </p> + <p> + There was dead silence round the table, and Little was observed to turn + pale. + </p> + <p> + He was gloomy and silent all the evening. + </p> + <p> + Next morning, directly after breakfast, his mother got him, and implored + him not to waste his youth any longer. + </p> + <p> + “The man will never die,” said she: “he will wear you out. You have great + energy and courage; but you have not a woman's humble patience, to go on, + year after year, waiting for an event you can not hasten by a single + moment. Do you not see it is hopeless? End your misery by one brave + plunge. Speak to dear Jael.” + </p> + <p> + “I can't—I can't!” + </p> + <p> + “Then let me.” + </p> + <p> + “Will it make you happy?” + </p> + <p> + “Very happy. Nothing else can.” + </p> + <p> + “Will it make her happy?” + </p> + <p> + “As happy as a queen.” + </p> + <p> + “She deserves a better fate.” + </p> + <p> + “She asks no better. There, unless you stop me, I shall speak to her.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, well,” said Henry, very wearily. + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Little went to the door. + </p> + <p> + “Wait a moment,” said he. “How about Uncle Raby? He has been a good friend + to me. I have offended him once, and it was the worst job I ever did. I + won't offend him again.” + </p> + <p> + “How can you offend him by marrying Jael?” + </p> + <p> + “What, have you forgotten how angry he was when Mr. Richard Raby proposed + to her? There, I'll go and speak to him.” + </p> + <p> + “Well, do.” + </p> + <p> + He was no sooner gone than Mrs. Little stepped into Jael's room, and told + her how matters stood. + </p> + <p> + Jael looked dismayed, and begged her on no account to proceed: “For,” said + she, “if Mr. Henry was to ask me, I should say No. He would always be + hankering after Miss Carden: and, pray don't be angry with me, but I think + I'm worth a man's whole heart; for I could love one very dearly, if he + loved me.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Little was deeply mortified. “This I did NOT expect,” said she. + “Well, if you are all determined to be miserable—BE.” + </p> + <p> + Henry hunted up Mr. Raby, and asked him bluntly whether he would like him + to marry Jael Dence. + </p> + <p> + Raby made no reply for some time, and his features worked strangely. + </p> + <p> + “Has she consented to be your wife?” + </p> + <p> + “I have never asked her. But I will, if you wish it.” + </p> + <p> + “Wish it?” + </p> + <p> + “Why, sir, if you don't wish it, please forbid it, and let us say no more + at all about it.” + </p> + <p> + “Excuse me,” said Raby, with his grandest air: “a gentleman may dislike a + thing, yet not condescend to forbid it.” + </p> + <p> + “That is true, sir; and an ex-workman may appreciate his delicacy, and + give the thing up at once. I will die a bachelor.” + </p> + <p> + “Henry, my boy, give me your hand—I'll tell you the truth. I love + her myself. She is a pattern of all I admire in woman.” + </p> + <p> + “Uncle, I suspected this, to tell the truth. Well, if you love her—marry + her.” + </p> + <p> + “What, without her consent?” + </p> + <p> + “Oh, she will consent. Order her to marry you: she will never disobey the + Lord of the Manor.” + </p> + <p> + “That is what I fear: and it is base to take advantage of her in that + way.” + </p> + <p> + “You are right, sir,” said Henry, and ran off directly. + </p> + <p> + He found Jael, and said, “Jael, dear, couldn't you like Uncle Raby? he + loves you dearly.” + </p> + <p> + He then appealed to her heart, and spoke of his uncle's nobleness in + fearing to obtain an unfair advantage over her. + </p> + <p> + To his surprise, Jael blushed deeply, and her face softened angelically, + and presently a tear ran down it. + </p> + <p> + “Hallo!” said Henry. “That is the game, is it? You stay here.” + </p> + <p> + He ran back to Mr. Raby, and said: “I've made a discovery. She loves you, + sir. I'll take my oath of it. You go and ask her.” + </p> + <p> + “I will,” said Raby; and he went to Jael, like a man, and said, “Jael, he + has found me out; I love you dearly. I'm old, but I'm not cold. Do you + think you could be happy as my wife, with all the young fellows admiring + you?” + </p> + <p> + “Sir” said Jael, “I wouldn't give your little finger for all the young men + in Christendom. Once I thought a little too much of Mr. Henry, but that + was over long ago. And since you saved my life, and cried over me in this + very room, you have been in my head and in my heart; but I wouldn't show + it; for I had vowed I never would let any man know my heart till he showed + me his.” + </p> + <p> + In short, this pair were soon afterward seen walking arm in arm, radiant + with happiness. + </p> + <p> + That sight was too much for Henry Little. The excitement of doing a kind + thing, and making two benefactors happy, had borne him up till now; but + the reaction came: the contrast of their happiness with his misery was too + poignant. He had not even courage to bid them good-by, but fled back to + Hillsborough, in anguish of spirit and deep despair. + </p> + <p> + When he got home, there was a note from Grace Carden. + </p> + <p> + “MY OWN DEAREST HENRY,—I find that you have called, and been denied + me; and that Mr. Coventry has been admitted into the house. + </p> + <p> + “I have therefore left Woodbine Villa, and taken lodgings opposite. Sister + Gratiosa has convinced me I ought to labor for the eternal welfare of the + guilty, unhappy man whose name it is my misfortune to bear. I will try to + do so: but nobody shall either compel, or persuade me, to be cruel to my + dear Henry, to whom I owe my life once more, and who is all the world to + me. I shall now be employed nearly all the day, but I reserve two hours, + from three till five, when you will always find me at home. Our course is + clear. We must pray for patience. + </p> + <p> + “Yours to eternity, GRACE.” + </p> + <p> + After reading this letter, and pondering it well, Henry Little's fortitude + revived, and, as he could not speak his mind to Grace at that moment, he + wrote to her, after some hours of reflection, as follows: + </p> + <p> + “MY OWN DEAREST GRACE,—I approve, I bless you. Our case is hard, but + not desperate. We have been worse off than we are now. I agree with you + that our course is clear; what we have got to do, as I understand it, is + to outlive a crippled scoundrel. Well, love and a clear conscience will + surely enable us to outlive a villain, whose spine is injured, and whose + conscience must gnaw him, and who has no creature's love to nourish him. + </p> + <p> + “Yours in this world, and, I hope, in the next, + </p> + <p> + “HENRY.” + </p> + <p> + Sister Gratiosa, to oblige Grace stayed at Woodbine Villa. She was always + present at any interview of Coventry and Grace. + </p> + <p> + Little softened her, by giving her money whenever she mentioned a case of + distress. She had but this one pleasure in life, a pure one, and her + poverty had always curbed it hard. She began to pity this poor sinner, who + was ready to pour his income into her lap for Christian purposes. + </p> + <p> + And so the days rolled on. Raby took into his head to repair the old + church, and be married in it. This crotchet postponed his happiness for + some months. + </p> + <p> + But the days and weeks rolled on. + </p> + <p> + Raby became Sheriff of the county. + </p> + <p> + Coventry got a little better, and moved to the next villa. + </p> + <p> + Then Grace returned at once to Woodbine Villa; but she still paid + charitable visits with Sister Gratiosa to the wreck whose name she bore. + </p> + <p> + She was patient. + </p> + <p> + But Little, the man of action, began to faint. + </p> + <p> + He decided to return to the United States for a year or two, and distract + his mind. + </p> + <p> + When he communicated this resolve, Grace sighed. + </p> + <p> + “The last visit there was disastrous,” said she. “But,” recovering + herself, “we can not be deceived again, nor doubt each other's constancy + again.” So she sighed, but consented. + </p> + <p> + Coventry heard of it, and chuckled inwardly. He felt sure that in time he + should wear out his rival's patience. + </p> + <p> + A week or two more, and Little named the very day for sailing. + </p> + <p> + The Assizes came on. The Sheriff met the Judges with great pomp, and + certain observances which had gone out. This pleased the Chief Justice; he + had felt a little nervous; Raby's predecessor had met him in a carriage + and pair and no outriders, and he had felt it his duty to fine the said + Sheriff L100 for so disrespecting the Crown in his person. + </p> + <p> + So now, alluding to this, he said, “Mr. Sheriff, I am glad to find you + hold by old customs, and do not grudge outward observances to the Queen's + justices.” + </p> + <p> + “My lord,” said the Sheriff, “I can hardly show enough respect to justice + and learning, when they visit in the name of my sovereign.” + </p> + <p> + “That is very well said, Mr. Sheriff,” said my lord. + </p> + <p> + The Sheriff bowed. + </p> + <p> + The Chief Justice was so pleased with his appearance, and his respectful + yet dignified manner, that he conversed with him repeatedly during the + pauses of the trials. + </p> + <p> + Little was cording his boxes for America when Ransome burst in on him, and + said, “Come into court; come into court. Shifty Dick will be up directly.” + </p> + <p> + Little objected that he was busy; but Ransome looked so mortified that he + consented, and was just in in time to see Richard Martin, alias Lord + Daventree, alias Tom Paine, alias Sir Harry Gulstone, alias the Quaker, + alias Shifty Dick, etc., etc., appear at the bar. + </p> + <p> + The indictment was large, and charged the prisoner with various frauds of + a felonious character, including his two frauds on the Gosshawk. + </p> + <p> + Counsel made a brief exposition of the facts, and then went into the + evidence. But here the strict, or, as some think, pedantic rules of + English evidence, befriended the prisoner, and the Judge objected to + certain testimony on which the prosecution had mainly relied. As for the + evidence of coining, the flood had swept all that away. + </p> + <p> + Ransome, who was eager for a conviction, began to look blue. + </p> + <p> + But presently a policeman, who had been watching the prisoner, came and + whispered in his ear. + </p> + <p> + Up started Ransome, wrote the Crown solicitor a line, begging him to keep + the case on its legs anyhow for half an hour, and giving his reason. He + then dashed off in a cab. + </p> + <p> + The case proceeded, under discouraging remarks from the Judge, most of + them addressed to the evidence; but he also hinted that the indictment was + rather loosely drawn. + </p> + <p> + At last the Attorney-General, who led, began to consult with his junior + whether they could hope for a conviction. + </p> + <p> + But now there was a commotion; then heads were put together, and, to the + inexpressible surprise of young Little and of the Sheriff, Grace Coventry + was put into the witness-box. + </p> + <p> + At the sight of her the learned Judge, who was, like most really great + lawyers, a keen admirer of beautiful women, woke up, and became + interested. + </p> + <p> + After the usual preliminaries, counsel requested her to look at that man, + and say whether she knew him. + </p> + <p> + Grace looked, and recognized him. “Yes,” said she, “it is Mr. Beresford; + he is a clergyman.” + </p> + <p> + Whereupon there was a loud laugh. + </p> + <p> + Counsel. “What makes you think he is a clergyman?” + </p> + <p> + Witness. “I have seen him officiate. It was he who married me to Mr.—” + Here she caught sight of Henry, and stopped, blushing. + </p> + <p> + “What is that?” said the Judge, keenly. “Did you say that man performed + the marriage ceremony over you?” + </p> + <p> + “Yes, my lord.” + </p> + <p> + “When and where was that?” + </p> + <p> + She gave the time and place. + </p> + <p> + “I should like to see the register of that parish.” + </p> + <p> + “Let me save you the trouble,” said the prisoner. “Your lordship's time + has been wasted enough with falsehoods; I will not waste it further by + denying the truth. The fact is, my lord, I was always a great churchgoer + (a laugh), and I was disgusted with the way in which the clergy deliver + the Liturgy, and with their hollow discourses, that don't go home to men's + bosoms. Vanity whispered, 'You could do better.' I applied for the curacy + of St. Peter's. I obtained it. I gave universal satisfaction; and no + wonder; my heart was in the work; I trembled at the responsibility I had + undertaken. Yes, my lord, I united that young lady in holy matrimony to + one Frederick Coventry. I had no sooner done it, than I began to realize + that a clergyman is something more than a reader and a preacher. Remorse + seized me. My penitence, once awakened, was sincere. I retired from the + sacred office I had usurped—with much levity, I own, but, as heaven + is my witness, with no guilty intent.” + </p> + <p> + The Judge, to Grace. “Did you ever see the prisoner on any other + occasion?” + </p> + <p> + Grace. “Only once. He called on me after my marriage. He left the town + soon after.” + </p> + <p> + The Judge then turned to Grace, and said, with considerable feeling, “It + would be unkind to disguise the truth from you. You must petition + Parliament to sanction this marriage by a distinct enactment; it is the + invariable course, and Parliament has never refused to make these + marriages binding. Until then, pray understand that you are Miss Carden, + and not Mrs. Coventry.” + </p> + <p> + The witness clasped her hands above her bead, uttered a loud scream of + joy, and was removed all but insensible from the box. + </p> + <p> + The Judge looked amazed. The Sheriff whispered, “Her husband is a greater + scoundrel than this prisoner.” + </p> + <p> + Soon after this the Judge withdrew to luncheon, and took the Sheriff along + with him. “Mr. Sheriff,” said he, “you said something to me in court I + hardly understood.” + </p> + <p> + Then Raby gave the Judge a brief outline of the whole story, and, in a + voice full of emotion, asked his advice. + </p> + <p> + The Judge smiled at this bit of simplicity; but his heart had been + touched, and he had taken a fancy to Raby. “Mr. Sheriff,” said he, + “etiquette forbids me to advise you—” + </p> + <p> + “I am sorry for that, my lord.” + </p> + <p> + “But humanity suggests—Tell me, now, does this Coventry hold to her? + Will he petition Parliament?” + </p> + <p> + “It is very possible, my lord.” + </p> + <p> + “Humph! Get a special license, and marry Grace Carden to Henry Little, and + have the marriage consummated. Don't lose a day, nor an hour. I will not + detain you, Mr. Sheriff.” + </p> + <p> + Raby took the hint, and soon found Henry, and told him the advice he had + got. He set him to work to get the license, and, being resolved to stand + no nonsense, he drove to Grace, and invited her to Raby Hall. “I am to be + married this week,” said he, “and you must be at the wedding.” + </p> + <p> + Grace thought he would be hurt if she refused, so she colored a little, + but consented. + </p> + <p> + She packed up, with many a deep sigh, things fit for a wedding, and Raby + drove her home. He saw her to her room, and then had a conversation with + Mrs. Little, the result of which was that Henry's mother received her with + well-feigned cordiality. + </p> + <p> + Next day Henry came to dinner, and, after dinner, the lovers were left + alone. This, too, had been arranged beforehand. + </p> + <p> + Henry told her he was going to ask her a great favor; would she consider + all they had suffered, and, laying aside childish delays, be married to + him in the old church to-morrow, along with Mr. Raby and Jael Dence? + </p> + <p> + Oh, then she trembled, and blushed, and hesitated; and faltered out, + “What! all in a moment like that? what would your mother think of me?” + </p> + <p> + Henry ran for his mother, and brought her into the room. + </p> + <p> + “Mother,” said he, “Grace wants to know what you will think of her, if she + should lay aside humbug and marry me to-morrow?” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Little replied, “I shall say, here is a dear child, who has seen what + misery may spring from delay, and so now she will not coquet with her own + happiness, nor trifle with yours.” + </p> + <p> + “No, no,” said Grace; “only tell me you will forgive my folly, and love me + as your child.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Little caught her in her arms, and, in that attitude, Grace gave her + hand to Henry, and whispered “Yes.” + </p> + <p> + Next day, at eleven o'clock, the two couples went to the old church, and + walked up the aisle to the altar. Grace looked all around. Raby had + effaced every trace of Henry's sacrilege from the building; but not from + the heart of her whose life he had saved on that very spot. + </p> + <p> + She stood at the altar, weeping at the recollections the place revived, + but they were tears of joy. The parson of the parish, a white-haired old + man, the model of a pastor, married the two couples according to the law + of England. + </p> + <p> + Raby took his wife home, more majorum. + </p> + <p> + Little whirled his prize off to Scotland, and human felicity has seldom + equaled his and his bride's. + </p> + <p> + Yet in the rapture of conjugal bliss, she did not forget duty and filial + affection. She wrote a long and tender letter to her father, telling him + how it all happened, and hoping that she should soon be settled, and then + he would come and live with her and her adored husband. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Carden was delighted with this letter, which, indeed, was one gush of + love and happiness. He told Coventry what had taken place, and counseled + patience. + </p> + <p> + Coventry broke out into curses. He made wonderful efforts for a man in his + condition; he got lawyers to prepare a petition to Parliament; he had the + register inspected, and found that the Shifty had married two poor + couples; he bribed them to join in his petition, and inserted in it that, + in consideration of this marriage, he had settled a certain farm and + buildings on his wife for her separate use, and on her heirs forever. + </p> + <p> + The petition was read in Parliament, and no objection taken. It was + considered a matter of course. + </p> + <p> + But, a few days afterward, one of the lawyers in the House, primed by a + person whose name I am not free to mention, recurred to the subject, and + said that, as regarded one of these couples, too partial a statement had + been laid before the House; he was credibly informed that the parties had + separated immediately after the ceremony, and that the bride had since + been married, according to law, to a gentleman who possessed her + affections, and had lived with him ever since the said marriage. + </p> + <p> + On this another lawyer got up, and said that “if that was so, the petition + must be abandoned. Parliament was humane, and would protect an illegal + marriage per se, but not an illegal marriage competing with a legal one, + that would be to tamper with the law of England, and, indeed, with + morality; would compel a woman to adultery in her own despite.” + </p> + <p> + This proved a knock-down blow; and the petition was dropped, as respected + Frederick Coventry and Grace Little. + </p> + <p> + Coventry's farm was returned to him, and the settlement canceled. + </p> + <p> + Little sent Ransome to him with certain memoranda, and warned him to keep + quiet, or he would be indicted for felony. + </p> + <p> + He groaned and submitted. + </p> + <p> + He lives still to expiate his crimes. + </p> + <p> + While I write these lines, there still stands at Poma Bridge one + disemboweled house, to mark that terrible flood: and even so, this human + survivor lives a wreck. “Below the waist an inert mass; above it, a + raging, impotent, despairing criminal.” He often prays for death. Since he + can pray for any thing let us hope he will one day pray for penitence and + life everlasting. + </p> + <p> + Little built a house in the suburbs leading to Raby Hall. There is a forge + in the yard, in which the inventor perfects his inventions with his own + hand. He is a wealthy man, and will be wealthier for he lives prudently + and is never idle. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Carden lives with him. Little is too happy with Grace to bear malice + against her father. + </p> + <p> + Grace is lovelier than ever, and blissfully happy in the husband she + adores, and two lovely children. + </p> + <p> + Guy Raby no longer calls life one disappointment: he has a loving and + prudent wife, and loves her as she deserves; his olive branches are rising + fast around him; and as sometimes happens to a benedict of his age, who + has lived soberly, he looks younger, feels younger, talks younger, behaves + younger than he did ten years before he married. He is quite unconscious + that he has departed from his favorite theories, in wedding a yeoman's + daughter. On the contrary, he believes he has acted on a system, and + crossed the breed so judiciously as to attain greater physical perfection + by means of a herculean dam, yet retain that avitam fidem, or traditional + loyalty, which (to use his own words) “is born both in Rabys and Dences, + as surely as a high-bred setter comes into the world with a nose for + game.” + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Little has rewarded Dr. Amboyne's patience and constancy. They have + no children of their own, so they claim all the young Littles and Rabys, + present and to come; and the doctor has bound both the young women by a + solemn vow to teach them, at an early age, the art of putting themselves + into his place, her place, their place. He has convinced these young + mothers that the “great transmigratory art,” although it comes of itself + only to a few superior minds, can be taught to vast numbers; and he + declares that, were it to be taught as generally as reading and writing, + that teaching alone would quadruple the intelligence of mankind, and go + far to double its virtue. + </p> + <p> + But time flies, and space contracts: the words and the deeds of Amboyne, + are they not written in the Amboyniana? + </p> + <p> + One foggy night, the house of a non-Union fender-grinder was blown up with + gunpowder, and not the workman only—the mildest and most inoffensive + man I ever talked with—but certain harmless women and innocent + children, who had done nothing to offend the Union, were all but + destroyed. The same barbarous act had been committed more than once + before, and with more bloody results, but had led to no large consequences—carebat + quai vate sacro; but this time there happened to be a vates in the place, + to wit, an honest, intrepid journalist, with a mind in advance of his age. + He came, he looked, he spoke to the poor shaken creatures—one of + them shaken for life, and doomed now to start from sleep at every little + sound till she sleeps forever—and the blood in his heart boiled. The + felony was publicly reprobated, and with horror, by the Union, which had, + nevertheless, hired the assassins; but this well-worn lie did not impose + on the vates, or chronicler ahead of his time. He went round to all the + manufacturers, and asked them to speak out. They durst not, for their + lives; but closed all doors, and then, with bated breath, and all the mien + of slaves well trodden down, hinted where information might be had. + Thereupon the vates aforesaid—Holdfast yclept—went from scent + to scent, till he dropped on a discontented grinder, with fish-like eyes, + who had been in “many a night job.” This man agreed to split, on two + conditions; he was to receive a sum of money, and to be sent into another + hemisphere, since his life would not be worth a straw, if he told the + truth about the Trades in this one. His terms were accepted, and then he + made some tremendous revelations and, with these in his possession, + Holdfast wrote leader upon leader, to prove that the Unions must have been + guilty of every Trade outrage that had taken place for years in the + district; but adroitly concealing that he had positive information. + </p> + <p> + Grotait replied incautiously, and got worsted before the public. The + ablest men, if not writers, are unwise to fence writers. + </p> + <p> + Holdfast received phonetic letters threatening his life: he acknowledged + them in his journal and invited the writers to call. + </p> + <p> + He loaded a revolver and went on writing the leaders with a finger on the + trigger. CALIFORNIA! Oh, dear, no: the very center of England. + </p> + <p> + Ransome co-operated with him and collected further evidence, and then + Holdfast communicated privately with a portion of the London press, and + begged them to assist him to obtain a Royal commission of inquiry, in + which case he pledged himself to prove that a whole string of murders and + outrages had been ordered and paid for by the very Unions which had + publicly repudiated them in eloquent terms, and been believed. + </p> + <p> + The London press took this up; two or three members of the House of + Commons, wild, eccentric men, who would not betray their country to secure + their re-election to some dirty borough, sided with outraged law; and by + these united efforts a Commission was obtained. The Commission sat, and, + being conducted with rare skill and determination, squeezed out of an + incredible mass of perjury some terrible truths, whose discovery drew + eloquent leaders from the journals; these filled simple men, who love + their country, with a hope that the Government of this nation would shake + off its lethargy, and take stringent measures to defend the liberty of the + subject against so cruel and cowardly a conspiracy, and to deprive the + workmen, in their differences with the masters, of an unfair and + sanguinary weapon, which the masters could use, but never have as YET; + and, by using which, the workmen do themselves no lasting good, and, + indeed, have driven whole trades and much capital out of the oppressed + districts, to their own great loss. + </p> + <p> + That hope, though not extinct, is fainter now than it was. Matters seem + going all the other way. An honest, independent man, who did honor to the + senate, has lost his seat solely for not conniving at these Trades + outrages, which the hypocrites, who have voted him out, pretend to + denounce. Foul play is still rampant and triumphant. Its victims were + sympathized with for one short day, when they bared their wounds to the + Royal Commissioners; but that sympathy has deserted them; they are now + hidden in holes and corners from their oppressors, and have to go by false + names, and are kept out of work; for odisse quem loeseris is the + fundamental maxim of their oppressors. Not so the assassins: they + flourish. I have seen with these eyes one savage murderer employed at high + wages, while a man he all but destroyed is refused work on all hands, and + was separated by dire poverty from another scarred victim, his wife, till + I brought them together. Again, I have seen a wholesale murderer employed + on the very machine he had been concerned in blowing up, employed on it at + the wages of three innoxious curates. And I find this is the rule, not the + exception. “No punishment but for already punished innocence; no safety + but for triumphant crime.” + </p> + <p> + The Executive is fast asleep in the matter—or it would long ago have + planted the Manchester district with a hundred thousand special constables—and + the globule of LEGISLATION now prescribed to Parliament, though excellent + in certain respects, is null in others, would, if passed into law, rather + encourage the intimidation of one man by twenty, and make him starve his + family to save his skin—cruel alternative—and would not + seriously check the darker and more bloody outrages, nor prevent their + spreading from their present populous centers all over the land. Seeing + these things, I have drawn my pen against cowardly assassination and + sordid tyranny; I have taken a few undeniable truths, out of many, and + have labored to make my readers realize those appalling facts of the day + which most men know, but not one in a thousand comprehends, and not one in + a hundred thousand REALIZES, until Fiction—which, whatever you may + have been told to the contrary, is the highest, widest, noblest, and + greatest of all the arts—comes to his aid, studies, penetrates, + digests the hard facts of chronicles and blue-books, and makes their dry + bones live. + </p> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Put Yourself in His Place, by Charles Reade + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PUT YOURSELF IN HIS PLACE *** + +***** This file should be named 2497-h.htm or 2497-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/2/4/9/2497/ + +Produced by Donald Lainson; David Widger + +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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