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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/license - - -Title: Lovers' Saint Ruth's - and Three Other Tales - -Author: Louise Imogen Guiney - -Release Date: September 22, 2017 [EBook #55601] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LOVERS' SAINT RUTH'S *** - - - - -Produced by Emmy, David E. Brown, MFR and the Online -Distributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This -file was produced from images generously made available -by The Internet Archive) - - - - - - -</pre> - - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/cover.jpg" alt="" /></div> - - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_i" id="Page_i">[Pg i]</a></span> -<h1 class="nobreak">LOVERS' SAINT RUTH'S<br /> - -And Three Other Tales</h1></div> - -<p class="center">BY<br /> -LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY</p> - -<div class="figcenter"><img src="images/title.jpg" alt="" /></div> - -<p class="center">BOSTON<br /> -COPELAND AND DAY<br /> -M DCCC XCV</p> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> - - -<p class="center"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_ii" id="Page_ii">[Pg ii]</a></span>COPYRIGHT BY COPELAND AND DAY 1895</p> - - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p class="center"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_iii" id="Page_iii">[Pg iii]</a></span> -TO CLARENCE J. BLAKE AND FRANCES<br /> -H. BLAKE, A BOOK FINISHED ON THEIR<br /> -OWN WILD ACRES OF THE MAINE COAST.<br /> -<br /> -October, 1894. -</p> - - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_iv" id="Page_iv">[Pg iv]</a></span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_v" id="Page_v">[Pg v]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">AUTHOR'S PREFACE.</h2></div> - - -<p><span class="smcap">The</span> contents of this book have, hitherto, -never been printed nor published. -One chapter among them, <i>The Provider</i>, -is based very literally on a tragic thing -which happened, some years ago, in Dublin, -and which, figuring as a cable despatch -of some ten lines in a Boston daily -newspaper, fell under my eye, to be remembered, -and afterwards cast into its -present form. In the September (1895) -number of <i>Harpers' Magazine</i>, little Father -Time and his adopted brother, in -<i>Hearts Insurgent</i>, end their innocent lives -from Hughey's strange motive, though -not in his manner. It is perhaps worth -while to state that my story was finished -and laid by, prior to the appearance of -the novel in its serial form, lest I should -seem fain to melt my waxen wings in the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_vi" id="Page_vi">[Pg vi]</a></span> -fire of the Wessex sun. It is possible -that the actual incident had come to Mr. -Hardy's notice also, and with a keen and -pitiful interest for so expert a student of -human nature. A curious circumstance -in his relation of it is that the elder child, -in order that there may be more room in -a hard world for the persons he loves, disposes -not only of himself, but presumably -of the younger child as well; and in the -original version of my story Hughey -jumped into the river with his sister -Nora in his arms. But a friend of mine, -who read the manuscript in 1894, a -writer of great insight whose opinion I -value in the extreme, so wrought with me -to change the cruel ending, that I did so -then and there, after some argument, and -sent the boy of "long, long thoughts" -uncompanied to his fate. The point of -all this is, of course, that I now perceive -my small invention had dared, unconsciously, -to keep yet closer pace than -would appear with Mr. Hardy's; for the -suicide of real life was the suicide of one -child alone.</p> - -<p>The other three sketches here are more -imaginative; and the first of them, which<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_vii" id="Page_vii">[Pg vii]</a></span> -bears the earliest date, was, from end to -end, a dream, and is somewhat reluctantly -included. They stand for apprentice-work -in fiction, and are my only -attempts of that kind.</p> - -<p class="right"> -L. I. G.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">London</span>, September 6th, 1895.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_viii" id="Page_viii">[Pg viii]</a></span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_ix" id="Page_ix">[Pg ix]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">Contents</h2></div> - - -<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="4" summary="table"> - -<tr><td>Lovers' Saint Ruth's</td><td align="right">Page <a href="#Page_1">1</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>Our Lady of the Union</td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_29">29</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>An Event on the River </td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_63">63</a></td></tr> - -<tr><td>The Provider </td><td align="right"><a href="#Page_93">93</a></td></tr> -</table> - - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">LOVERS' SAINT RUTH'S.</h2></div> - - -<p><span class="smcap">Though</span> his curate was away, the incumbent -of Orrinleigh, my kind Cyril -Nasmith, had thrown aside his everlasting -scrolls and folios, and spent the whole -morning out-of-doors with me. We had -been over the castle park and gallery, and -even into the dairy, and thence up the -path by a trout-stream to the site of a -Saxon city; and Nasmith had been enthusiastically -educating me all the way. -I knew that there was little enough for -him to do meanwhile. His village sheep -were very tame and white; and his other -sheep, at the manor, all wild and black: -theology seemed to fall rather flat between -them. So, by the dispensation of Providence, -in his work-day leisure he had -relapsed into the one intellectual passion -of his life, archæology: a wise, worshipping -sort of man, and the prince of Anglican -antiquaries. As for me, he loved<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</a></span> -me better than ever when he found what -genuine interest I took in his quiet hidden -corner of ——shire, whither I came -from London to pass a memorable night -and day with him, after a sixteen years' -separation; for his boyhood had been -spent in my own Maryland, his mother's -family being Americans. It was a little -sober, pastoral place, this Orrinleigh, with -its straw-browed cottages bosomed in roses, -sitting all in a row upon the overshaded -lane, and, from the height where we stood, -looking like so many sepia-tinted mushrooms -in the broad green world. Just -beyond us, in the near neighborhood of -Orrinleigh House, the gray sham-Grecian -porch of his ritualistic Tudor church -skulked in the faint May sun. "What -do you call that?" I said. "It is the -one ugly thing hereabouts." He smiled. -"Of course it is ugly, structurally," he -answered in an apologetic tone; "Saint -Ruth's was built in King James the -First's time; I do not pride myself on -that. But you should see the ruin, Holden! -a darling bit of Early Decorated. -Walk over there now with me. We have -the time to give; and it is only a couple<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span> -of miles away." And off he started at -his brisk bachelor pace, fixing his shovel-hat -well on his forehead, for we were in -the teeth of the inland breeze. "This -enormity," I remarked, casting a sportive -thumb over my shoulder, "has an odd -name: Saint Ruth's." He corrected me -in his most amiable fashion. "The title -is not unique; and it has every precedent, -pre-Christian as it is. Have you never -heard, good sceptic, of Saint Joachim? -nay, of Saint Michael, another person -who might have proved an <i>alibi</i> if he ever -came up for Roman canonization? Besides, -the name has ancient local sanction. -This Saint Ruth's-on-the-Hill continues -the dedication of the other to which we -are going: Lovers' Saint Ruth's." "Lovers' -Saint Ruth's?" I exclaimed, keen at -the scent. "Come now, Nasmith, there's -some legend back of that; you know -there is. Let us have it." And that is -how I heard the story.</p> - -<p>He told it not without reluctance, as -if it were a precious thing he could not -easily part with, even to an old friend. -All along the road, as we went between -the pleasant farm-lands, stepping over<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span> -golden pools of primroses between the -wheel-tracks, little silences broke into -his talk. Nasmith's heart is truly in the -past; and humbly happy indeed it keeps -him. We had been through the gallery -before breakfast, and he reminded me of -it, by way of prelude. "Do you remember -how pleased you were with the great -Vandyck on the east wall?" The grouped -portrait of a blonde man, a blonde woman, -and a child unlike either; how -beautiful it was! the two unforgettable -melancholy faces contrasting oddly with -the ruddy dark-eyed boy in a yellow -doublet, playing with his dog before them -on the floor.</p> - -<p>"Well, you saw there the Lord Richard, -and his wife, the Lady Eleanor. He -was the third Earl's only son, born in the -year 1606. The house of Orrinleigh was -founded by his grand-uncle, on murder -and fraud. Richard, almost the only -Langham with a conscience, had it in -too great a degree, and grew up, one -knows not why, with a diseased sense of -impending retribution; and, therefore, -when misfortune for a while overwhelmed -him and his, it found him not unprepared.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span> -His mother was a Neville; he -had great prospects and possessions. -Lady Eleanor was a sweet lass of honorable -blood, a good squire's daughter, -and the youngest of a family of eight. -She belonged over there in Frambleworth, -where you see the twin spires. From -boyhood and girlhood these two clung -to each other. I wonder if one ever -sees such fast love now-a-days: so simple, -so deep, so long-suffering, all made -of rapture and grief! They were betrothed -early, with a kiss given under -the shadow of the king yew in the old -church-yard; they both cherished the -place to the end, and there lies their dust. -You see, the original Saint Ruth's was a -monastic chapel; and it was stripped, and -left to fall to pieces, by the greed of the -rascally Reformers, (excuse me; that's -what I must call them!" muttered my -filial High Churchman), "and it was -nearly as much of a ruin in Lord Richard's -youth as it is to-day. For a whole generation, -Orrinleigh had no Christian services -at all, and dropped into less than -paganism; for which nobody seemed to -care, until the architectural hodge-podge<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span> -on the hill was raised by the old Earl, -and the people were gradually gathered in -to learn all about a new code of moral -beauty from the nakedest, dullest, and -vulgarest object in the three kingdoms. -As I was saying, the two young people -made their tryst by the priory wall, -secretly, as it had to be; for the Earl -would not hear of penniless Eleanor -Thurlocke for his heir's bride; and the -squire, a staunch Elizabethan Protestant, -favored young Kit Brimblecombe, or his -cousin Austin, for her suitor, and held -aloof from the Lord Richard, whom he -suspected of having reclaimed his ancestors' -faith and become a Papist, while at -Oxford. That, as it happened, was true -enough; and, moreover, the girl herself -had followed her lover back into the old -religion: so that there were disadvantage -and danger of all kinds, in those days, -behind them and before. The little -church meant much to them both, the -pathetic ghost of what had been so famous -and fair. There they used to meet, -when luck served, for what great comfort -they could still reap out of their narrowing -lives, shedding tears on each other's<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span> -breasts over that outlook which seemed -so cruelly hopeless. But a terrible tragedy -broke up and changed their youth, -and it was at Lovers' Saint Ruth's that -it happened.</p> - -<p>"Eleanor was barely past eighteen, and -Richard not one-and-twenty. It was -spring twilight, when he rode down alone -to the valley, galloping, because, for once, -he was a little late to meet his maid. She -also had started on foot, across the dewy -field-path from Frambleworth, having for -company part of the way an old market-woman -and her goodman, who would not -have betrayed the object of her journey -for worlds. They left her at the lonely -cross-roads, whence she gayly took her -way west, with Orrinleigh Church, as it -was still called, almost in sight. The -next morning their bodies were found, -not fifty rods away; and it is clear to me, -that, hearing Eleanor's first stifled call, -they had turned back to her rescue, and -so perished at the hands of the wicked. -With whom the guilt lay, none ever -knew; the blame was laid upon the gypsies, -I think unjustly, and three of them -were hanged on these very downs. It was<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span> -a wild time; and desperate men, singly, -or in bands, mad for food and plunder, -and reeling drunk from cellar to cellar, -were over this peaceful county. The -squire's ewe lamb, whom, in his senses, -a devil might have spared with a blessing -on her sweet looks, was foully waylaid, -and worse than murdered. In the face of -agony and humiliation, her spirit fainted -away. Hours later, when all was still, -and the dazzling moon was up over the -sycamores, Eleanor Thurlocke awoke, -and, with her last spasmodical strength, -dragged herself to the end of the lane, -and on to the hollow stone step of the -church, to die. It was past midnight. -Who should be within those crumbling -walls, even then, but her own Richard, -kneeling in his satin dress, with a lighted -hand-lamp by his side, his brow raised to -Heaven? He had missed her; and he -knew not what to think for disappointment -and anxious love; and, sleep being -far from him, there had he waited until -now before the fallen altar-stone where -they had so often prayed together. As -dejectedly he swung back the outer door, -he saw his dear, her thick gold locks unbound,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span> -her vesture in disorder, her hands -chilled and bleeding from the stony travel -and the briers. Without a question, for -he was ever a ready courageous lad, he -put out the lantern, and cast it under a -bush; and, gathering Eleanor into his -strong arms, first making the sign of the -cross upon her brow, he climbed the hill -slowly, steadily, and bore her straight -into Orrinleigh House, and into his dead -mother's chamber. He made no sound; -but he left her long enough to get restoratives, -and then hurried back, and laid her -tenderly in the high-canopied bed there, -radiant in the moonshine; and, keeping -his own heart smothered, so that it could -utter no least cry, placed the door ajar, -and began to pace, soft as a tiger, to and -fro, to and fro, to and fro, outside. -When the white of dawn appeared, he -crept in and crouched low beside the pillows. -She opened her eyes, and, with -his haggard cheek close to hers, stammered -to him, piteously, as best she -could, her knowledge of what had befallen. -He did not speak nor move for -a long while, partly because he feared so -for her jarred mind. But he knew the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span> -house would be stirring with the day, and -events lay in his hands. It was a strange, -inconsistent thing, but entirely in harmony -with the Lord Richard's fatalistic -character, that neither then, nor ever after, -would he proclaim the true fact. To -save her from certain slander, to wall her -in with reparation on every side, was his -one passionate impulse. He knew that -having carried her by night to Orrinleigh, -he must bear the burden of his own deed. -He made his resolve to explain nothing, -for her sake, and to act as became the -overmastering affection he had for her. -He breathed quickly and firmly in her -ear: 'Nell!' She smiled faintly at -him. 'Nell, darling, this must be our -bridal-morn.' A low groan, such as -made him shiver like the air around a -fire, was her only answer; such a heart-rending -groan of pure unreasoning horror -as his ears had never heard. But he -could not flinch now; the morn was -breaking, fresh and undelayed, over his -altered world. With the still force which -was in him, and which, from his boyhood, -could compel every one he knew, the -Lord Richard said: 'Yes.' 'Yes!' she<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span> -echoed, after a while, as if in a weary -dream, and fell unconscious again. Then -he rose, and called old Stephen Bowles, -the servant whom he could best trust, -and despatched him, on his own horse, -ere the sun was up, for a priest eleven -miles away. And there, in his dead -mother's chamber, with one only witness, -and in such wretchedness, the two were -hastily wed, Eleanor lying quietly, since -they dared not raise her, and the hope of -Orrinleigh kneeling with his curly bronze -head buried in her white little hands. -When the others had gone, for he had set -himself much to do, he sought his father. -Sealing his lips thenceforward against the -mystery which had hurried his action, he -spoke out, and told him he had married -Eleanor Thurlocke, and that he hoped -he might be forgiven if he had seemed -undutiful; and before the old Earl, who -was dressing, could show his rage, quietly -walked away, and rode over to Frambleworth, -and made almost the same speech, -in Eleanor's behalf, to the squire. Such -wrath, and curiosity, and excitement, and -upbraiding were never in this neighborhood -before; for the two young people<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span> -lived in the eyes of many who wished -them well, and who looked for a great -wedding, with masques, and dancing, and -holiday arches, and public largesses of -drink and money, such as had not been -in mid-England for a generation. Wonderful -as it seemed, the turmoil soon -passed; and the two, never stirring from -the very heart of the disturbance and -opposition, somehow lived on, and were -not parted, and slowly established a peace -with their angry kindred. Malice itself -could not hold out long against the Lord -Richard's winning ways; and ever, as he -grew older, he became sadder and gentler, -and more to be honored by all men. But -the Lady Eleanor lost the merry laughter -she once had, and shrank, in great mistrust, -even from her own family, so that -it was plain at times that her reason was -shaken. None on earth, meanwhile, save -the lovers themselves, held the clew to -their blighted lives. He never left her; -he never travelled, nor went to court, as -became his station, but sat patiently -awaiting, at home, the crowning distress -which he now knew must come upon -them. Gossip broke out again, ere long,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span> -as much as it dared, in the village taverns; -and there was a lifting of willing -eyebrows among the gentry dwelling near, -when, in the autumn, the incarnate disaster, -the child in the Vandyck picture, -was born. They rang the joy-bells from -the church-tower, and the tenantry came -under the eaves and cheered until faithful -old Stephen threatened them with his -blunderbuss, and drove them away. The -Earl was sitting at his cards, with his bad -foot on a stool before him, when the Lord -Richard came in, with a silken parcel in -his arms, followed only by a couple of -his sniffing hounds. 'Well, what hast -thou there, Dick?' cried the big blustering -man, not unkindly. 'Father,' said -the young stricken Lord Richard, in his -impassioned fidelity, holding the parcel -forth, 'I have my son.' And thereupon -such a mortal paleness came upon -him, and his knees shook so under him, -for the deceit, that he scarce could stand. -Seeing him quake, the old Earl, a rough -jolly creature in his better moods, laughed -long and loud.</p> - -<p>"And so it seemed to the only ones -who sat tongue-tied amid the great rejoicing,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span> -as if the divine wrath had indeed spent -itself upon their house; the doom of the -iniquity of the forefathers, as the Lord -Richard would say to himself. What -fresh and mistaken thinking there was to -do, the miserable lad, being sane, did for -both, believing that a curse was upon -them, and that they must endure it, and -accept the torture of that alien child's -presence for some purpose hidden from -human eyes. Their pact and horrible -habit of silence weighed upon their hearts; -and had not one constrained the other, -she was very fain at times to confess, and -go, if needs be, into disgrace for the lie. -They would wander sometimes on the -terrace, hand-in-hand, without speech, -looking like brother and sister under a -common ban. It seems impossible to -understand this deliberate choice of a -wrong attitude towards life, except in the -light of that mysticism,</p> - -<blockquote> -<p>'With shuddering, meek, submitted thought,'</p> -</blockquote> - -<p>which ruled the Lord Richard's nature. -Meanwhile the infant changed to a noisy, -bounding rogue with black eyes, whom -his young mother hated. They called him<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span> -Ralph, a name not borne before by any -of the Langham race. From his cradle, -the poor waif clung to the Lord Richard, -as to his only friend; and that saintly -soul, as one might take sweetly a bitter -penance, reared him in right ways, and -encouraged or chided him at need, and -won from him an awe and gratitude affecting -to see. But the Lady Eleanor would -never have him so much as touch her -gown, which the maids about the manor -laid to her troubled wits, and felt sorry -for, without more ado. The old Earl, -who liked the boy's health and pluck, -had the portrait painted for the gallery; -and even there you will notice that Ralph -is far away from her, and at her husband's -feet. Years of dereliction, therefore, these -were to the Lord Richard, having no -child of his own, and watching his intruding -heir gaining daily some virtue and -seemly knowledge, and coming, either by -nature or by his careful breeding, fully to -deserve those things to which he had no -right before God and the king. And the -boy grew, and was worthy to be loved, so -brave he was, and so truth-speaking, and -so tractable, despite his fits of temper.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span> -When he had passed his tenth birthday, -he was sent to Meldom School; and his -first absence lifted, as it were, the black -load from his mother's spirit; and the beginning -of her recovery, after all that she -had endured, was from that day. There -came soon to her and the Lord Richard -an unexpected happiness; for the year -1636 saw the birth of their own little -Vivian. You may believe that his father, -perplexed by the fresh aspect of the problem -before him, tried to solve it by -prayer and patience; the good heart, -chastened ever with much sorrow, and -melted away with thinking, thinking. -His wife, free of his morbid scruples, -cried out at last irresistibly for the vindication -of her little one. But the Lord -Richard was visited by a prophetic dream, -and was wrung with misgivings, less like -a man's than a woman's, in searching to -divine his duty. For he foresaw, of a -surety, in his sleep, what a poor vicious -thing his son was to be. All the estates, -being entailed, were to pass to the acknowledged -eldest, passing, therefore, by -unjust consent, in this case, to an interloper, -to the detriment of the true inheritor;<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span> -and to maintain Ralph's right -would be a legal crime. On the other -hand, the great power and responsibility -of which he promised to make such fair -use,—what if these should become, in the -hands of that other to whom they would -be intrusted, engines for havoc in the -world, since then to disown Ralph were -a moral crime? Lord Richard wrestled -hard with his demon of doubt, to no -avail. In good time, alas, as it was ordained, -when Vivian was a bonny babe -in his third summer, the unforeseen deliverance -came. Ralph Langham was -thrown from his pony at Long Meldom -Cross, and brought home for dead. He -never spoke a word, but passed to eternity -with his fingers clasped tight on the -Lord Richard's compassionate hand, and -a great tear rolling down his round brown -cheek. His short career had been like a -cheerful cloud swimming in the sun, and -itself casting damp and darkness on the -hills below. The strangest thing of all -was the ungoverned joy which came, at -the news, upon the Lady Eleanor, a joy -dreadful, at that time, to those about; -but when it faded away, all the evil else<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span> -linked with it seemed to fade too, and -very shortly she was wholly restored, and -became her own comely, gracious self -again, even as she was when first the -beardless Lord Richard had told her his -love. So that the liberty of those hunted -young spirits was established in the -grave of him whom heraldry yet names -as their first-born. They laid him yonder, -in Lovers' Saint Ruth's. Where else -but there? as if in unuttered thanksgiving -that mercy had reached them at last upon -its fatal threshold. There is the tower, -Holden, and the broken top mullion (is it -not graceful?) of the great west window."</p> - -<p>We swung into the prettiest open space -imaginable, close to a glassy lake, and -found the fourteenth-century church, with -its yews and leaning stones, before us. -I went silently in at Nasmith's heels. -The flooring was the perfect plush of -English grass; the roof of the nave was -living boughs. For a single huge ash-tree -had rooted itself there generations -ago, and grown much larger round than -our four arms could span, and lifted -its spread of leaves nearer heaven than -the level of the walls. Ivy hung on<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span> -the chancel arch, and many bright-colored -wildflowers, whose seeds had -lodged in the crevices and in the blank -windows, filled the whole enclosure, bay -after bay, with a riot of color and fragrance. -Soft green daylight everywhere -caressed the eye. The chancel roof, of -exquisitely groined limestone, was still -unfallen, though it had a rift or two; and -on either side, where the monks' stalls -must have stood a dozen deep, there -were crumbling tombs, with effigies in -alabaster. I went directly up one step to a -plain small brass over against the piscina, -and pushed the weeds aside. Nasmith -knew I should not be able to decipher the -inscription, on which the rain of three -hundred summers had been sifted in. -Leaning his head against one of the piers, -a good distance down, he looked over at -me, and began to recite, in an agreeable -monotone: "'Here lieth Ralph, thirteen -years old, heir while he lived to Orrinleigh -and Gaynes; whom do thou, O -Lord! receive among the innocent.</p> - -<blockquote> -<p> -For Time still tries<br /> -The truth from lies,<br /> -And God makes open what the world doth blind.</p> -</blockquote> - - -<p><span class="smcap">A. D.</span> 1639.'<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span> Do you recognize the -verse? Robert Greene's. The choice -of it was so significant it must have been -the Lord Richard's doing. You will -notice that the epitaph is sensitively -worded; it is pure fact, and nothing else; -and it has, too, an affectionate sound -which has always been a sort of satisfaction -to me." "How immensely dramatic -the upshot might have been if he -had lived!" I said. "The poor little -fellow, <i>infelix natu, felicior morte</i>." I was -astonished to find a slight mist over my -eyes. "Tell me of these others next -him, Nasmith: a knight and his lady -side by side, recumbent, and therefore -pre-Reformation." Nasmith's slow, radiant, -indulgent smile was upon me, as he -moved forward from the light to where I -stood. "No," he said. "Look at the -armor and the fashion of the dress, not -at the attitude, which is unusual, of -course, for the Caroline period. Those -are the blessed twain of whom I have -been telling you. See!" He pointed -to the discolored raised Latin text which -ran around the wide slabs beneath. I -traced it out. "Pray for the souls of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span> -Richard Esme Vivian Langham, Viscount -Gaynes, and of Eleanor his adored -wife, neither of them ripe in years, who -together, in this venerable sanctuary, -suffered calamity, and sought repose in -Christ." There were no dates. I waited -for Nasmith to go on. He did so, in -that tone of grave personal interest which -he reserves for these "old, unhappy, far-off -things."</p> - -<p>"They had to lead very private lives, -on account of their proscribed creed; -a constraint which to them was not -unwelcome. Their good works, however, -were known over the whole countryside, -which is loyal to their memory. -She was the first to die, in 1640, contracting -a fever, and fading gradually -away. There were two young children -to remember her and take pattern after -her, (would that they had done so!) -Vivian and Joan. When the civil wars -began, the old Earl was feeble and near -his end; and the Lord Richard, whose -principles and natural sympathies were -all for King Charles, joined the unanimous -Catholic gentry, and sought with -eagerness the only use that seemed left<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span> -to him. His bright beloved presence -graced the camp but a little while, for in -his thirty-seventh year he was killed at -the second battle of Newbury, while carrying -the royal standard. They brought -him back to the old chapel where he -wished to be buried, and where none of -his house have been buried since. Both -these figures were made under his own -eye, when his wife's dust was laid below. -Are they not nobly and delicately wrought, -and full of rest? His hand holds hers; -he had always said they should lie so, -as his namesake king and Anne of -Bohemia, long ago, lay in the Abbey at -Westminster. The ruin has taken its -traditional distinctive name of Lovers' -Saint Ruth's from them. All my parish -maids steal in on Hallowe'en to kiss these -joined hands, and wish themselves good -fortune, and hundreds of ——shire sweethearts -have plighted their troth here, -under the stars. It has always been a -place of pilgrimage, though its full -history is not even guessed at. Saint -Ruth's-on-the-Hill, my friend, can never -buy or borrow such a charm as this."</p> - -<p>As he paused, we heard the plaintive<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span> -interruptive note of a pair of wood-doves -in the ash. He looked at me again. "I -forgot to say that they were content to -die, my martyr hero and heroine of Orrinleigh, -for they had won four years, at the -end, of absolute unbroken bliss. They -used to come down here every evening for -a talk, or a hymn to Our Lady, arm in -arm, and happy as children all the way. -Their day of storms was brief, and it had -a lovely sunset." "Ah, Nasmith," I -exclaimed, like a sentimental girl, "I -am glad of that. How did you know?" -He drew his foot idly through the soft -sward as he spoke. "I had the whole -story in the Lord Richard's own hand. -He wrote it out during the last night he -spent at the manor, with his spurs and -sword lying by him ready for the morrow: -the whole tender, tragic story, with -his curious mental struggles laid bare. -He thought the truth due to his father, -and to his dead stainless Eleanor, to clear -her memory from erring rumor which -had early got abroad. The manuscript -was put away under a seal; and as soon as -his son's will was opened, the Earl knew -where to find it; I have seen it all scorched<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span> -and stained with the old man's tears. -No eye, from his to mine, has read it -since. You see, the next and fourth Earl, -Vivian, grew up a graceless cynic reprobate -in London, never visited his estates, -and cared nothing for his lineage. His -sister was little better. I ought to spare -her and her second husband any vituperations, -since they did me the courtesy of -becoming my great-great-great-great-grandparents! -Did I never tell you? The -Langhams, bad enough in the beginning, -have been a worse crew than before, since -the Lord Richard's time. Almost 'every -inch that is not fool is rogue,' as Dryden -says of his giant. Francis, the ninth of -the line, lately dead, and his Countess, -being my very distant relatives, and impressed -with my virtues, which were then -being wasted on the desert air, offered me -the benefice. The first thing I did, after -setting Saint Ruth's in order, was to look -about for materials for a history of the -parish from a period before the Conquest. -During the summer, they put a world of -papers, grants, charters, registries, and -so on, into my way, which had been -heaped in some old chests in the tool-house.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span> -One of these papers was that -letter, a pearl in sea-kelp. I took it -promptly over to Orrinleigh. The Earl -was in his hunting-coat, swearing, over -his glasses, at some excellent Liberal -news in his morning journal. 'Read -this,' I said; 'it is one of your ancestral -romances, and ought to be reverently preserved.' -He laid it by. A few days -afterwards, while I was gathering fruit -and vines for a Harvest Sunday, he -pulled it from his pocket, and threw it -at me over the garden wall, remarking -that as my reverend appetite was for -musty parchments, he did not know but -what I had best have this one, especially -as his wife and niece, having glanced at -it, would not give it house-room! So I -had the keepership of that mournful -secret of the Lord Richard's wonderful -love and patience, which came near altering -the local annals I was to write. It -was like the unburied dead; it tormented -me. Not one of those vulgarians to -whom it really belonged was fit to touch -it, much less understand it; and I did -not wish to add it to any collection, mine -or another's. I hesitated a good bit, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span> -then I stole off, on a chilly Martinmas -eve, and piously burned it here in Lovers' -Saint Ruth's, on this tomb, and scattered -the ashes into the grass." A gust of -wind came into the choir, and the clock -half a mile away struck one. At the -sound, we reached for our hats, which we -had instinctively laid aside, and crossed -the little transept to the door, Nasmith -first, I following, as we had entered. -Once more, as we left the porch, dark -with ivy and weather-stains, we heard the -wood-doves, over our heads in the nave, -utter a slow musical moan, one to the -other. "Their souls," I whispered suddenly. -"Peace to all such, after pain," -said poetic Cyril. "<i>Amen</i>," I answered. -We both smiled. How we two were -enjoying our renewed society, back in a -bygone England!</p> - -<p>Hardly had we gained the road, when -a carriage rolled by, with a single figure -on horseback clattering alongside. A -black-bonneted girl in mourning, handsome, -if furtive, under her parasol, and -both her companions, the younger of -whom sat beside her, saluted Nasmith in -what I thought to be a cold, perfunctory<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span> -manner. I guessed something, for his -honest cheek flushed. "I fear these are -the great folk of Orrinleigh," I remarked. -"The men have selfish, stupid faces, -more's the pity." "Yes," he replied; "you -have seen some of the Lord Richard's -degenerate descendants. I once meant to -give his manuscript to Audrey—to the -young lady in the carriage. I hoped she -might value it. But, as I said, I destroyed -it instead. You are the only person -to whom I ever repeated the tale, and -almost in the original words. Go put it -in a book, if you like, Holden; make -what you can of it; develop and proportion -it; I trust your handling." I -thanked him. "No. Your chivalrous -Cavalier is too complex a subject for -me," was my frank reply; "I feel safer -with a history than with a mystery." I -was a hardened republican novelist even -then, and his senior, and not blind to the -"human document," neither of the seventeenth -century, nor of the nineteenth. -"Nasmith," I began cunningly, "you -were in love with the Honorable Audrey, -and she refused you. How fortunate for -you! Yours was the neatest and most<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span> -spiritual revenge I ever heard of: to keep -from her what might have helped transform -her woman's nature, stifled in an ill -atmosphere,—the knowledge that she was -of the blood of the saints,</p> - -<blockquote> -<p><span class="indent2">'Tho' fallen on evil days,</span><br /> -On evil days tho' fallen, and evil tongues.'"</p> -</blockquote> - -<p>He gave my hand a half-humorous pressure, -his head turning neither to right nor -to left, dear old Nasmith! He must be -past forty now, and they tell me, moreover, -that he is a Benedictine monk at -Downside: he will care nothing what I -say of him. And thus we climbed the -balmy downs, back to our lunch at the -vicarage, without another word.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">OUR LADY OF THE UNION.</h2></div> - - -<p><span class="smcap">The</span> Surgeon and the Chaplain had -been bidden to roast beef and mashed -potatoes in the great tent; and the former, -leaving its pleasant firelight, had come -out through the night air a little before -taps, to spread himself and his triumphs -in the eyes of the officers' mess. The -Surgeon was a widower in his early prime, -and tenderly condescending to the known -ways of women. He talked much of the -two who in that camp represented all inscrutable -womankind, Miss Cecily Carter -and Mrs. Willoughby. They had -come from New York on a visit, Braleton -being just then in profound quiet. -The Surgeon adored Miss Cecily, in -which mood he was by no means alone; -but he had his own opinion of her sister, -the Colonel's wife. "The Sultan has -hinges in him, and can unbend," he -would say; "but the Sultana—O Jerusalem,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span> -my Happy Home!" He had -also discovered that the train of trunks -at the sutler's, objects of deep and incessant -objurgation, were hall-marked "A. -W.," and that Miss Cecily came to the -war with one hand-bag. His auditors sat -long astride their chairs, each in his hood -of good government tobacco-smoke. The -Adjutant's silver-coated hound was asleep -on the boards, still as a little mountain-tarn -among thunder-clouds. The gusts -of genial mirth were suddenly interrupted -from without by the even voice of the -orderly: "Sergeant Blanchard is wanted at -the Colonel's quarters."</p> - -<p>A young man playing chess in the -corner arose at once, and followed. All -along the company streets, the lamp-light -streamed through the chinks in the tents; -charming tenors and basses, at the far -end, were laying them down and deeing -for Annie Laurie; and from the long sheds -nigh, in the grove, came the subdued -pawing and tossing of the horses. Robert -Blanchard saluted, and stood outside in -the dark, for the Colonel was in his doorway. -"They have sent another commission -for you," he said shortly. "You<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span> -deserve it; your behavior has been admirable, -a source of immense pride to me, -and to all my men." The Sergeant looked -at him with a visible gladness. "I thank -you. You know I prefer not to be promoted." -"I have humored you no fewer -than three times before," resumed the -Colonel, in an altered tone; "I can't do -it always. You are known; the General -has complimented you. The rise of a -man of your stamp can't be prevented, -even by himself. You are meant, if you -live, to move rapidly, and go high. This -second-lieutenantship is the lowest step; -mount it, in Heaven's name, and don't -maunder."</p> - -<p>The other hesitated, silent. Then he -said: "May I have my condition, if I -accept,—may I remain color-bearer?" "I -can promise nothing of the kind. I fear -it would be unusual, to say the least; it -has no precedent in any service that I -ever heard of. Don't ask me that again." -Blanchard, in sober fashion, brought -his hand to his cap. "Good-evening, -Colonel." The superior officer was exasperated. -"Bob," he exclaimed discursively, -"you're a fool. God bless you!"</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span>The drums began, quick and light; it -was nine o'clock. The Sergeant went -back, cheerful as Cincinnatus refusing -empery. Before he confided himself to -his blanket, lumped on boughs, he made -sure that a fold of old bunting on a -provisionary stick was slanted securely -against the canvas; for he had a sentimental -passion for the flag. When it -was hauled down at sunset, it went into -his hands until daybreak. He had borne -it in the van since his first bloody day at -Little Bethel; it had been riddled, stained, -smoke-blackened, snapped from its support; -but he had never dropped it, not -when a minie-ball fizzed through his -shoulder, not when, fresh from the hospital, -he had fallen face downward from -his dying horse, in Beauregard's plunging -fire of shell. In this lad of twenty-two -there burned a formal loyalty so -intense, so rooted in every fibre of his -grave character, that his comrades, for -whom military routine had lost much of -its glamour, loved him for it, envied him, -and consistently nagged the life out of -him with the nickname of Our Colored -Brother, and other nicknames based on<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span> -other puns more or less felicitous. Because -in New York, they had several dear -friends in common, the Colonel, on the -morning of the ladies' arrival at Braleton, -had asked him to lunch with them. -"My Sergeant, Adela," so James Willoughby, -in his eagles, presented him to -the wife of his bosom, "my Sergeant; -and such a Sergeant!" For he read in -her tacticianary social eye that a Sergeant -was a minnow indeed for a Colonel's -friend and guest, even if he were a gentleman, -a cousin of the Windhursts, and -the hero of his corps. And she wondered -at him the more that he should be -a mere color-bearer; a spirited able-bodied -creature two years in the army, with -nothing to show for it! He had no explanation -to give her, but he had an unaccountable -hunger, from the first, to -confide his secret to Cecily. He had -seen her from a distance, and his heart -stood still there in the grass; when he -came nearer, it gave him, for a certain -reason, the veriest wrench in all his life, -such as True Thomas may have felt -when the sweet yet awful call came to -him at last in the market-place, that it<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span> -was time to say good-bye to earth, and -go back to fairyland; to leave for the -things which can never be the things -that are. He often found her sewing -on a silken tri-color, and working its -correct number of stars in a pattern. -She had begun it in her father's house, -for her brother-in-law's regiment, and -none too soon, for the flag in use was -aging fast. Robert Blanchard never saw -her head bent over that bright glory, filling -her lap and falling around her feet, -without a tightening of the throat. And -when she nodded to him going by, with -that candid, affectionate grace which never -changed, it reminded him inevitably of -something which made him happy and -unhappy. He could not remember, he -said to himself, when he had not loved -her, and yet they had never met until this -Virginian winter of 1863.</p> - -<p>Cecily had taken up her abode in a wee -log-house built for her as an ell from the -Colonel's tent, delighting much in its frugalities -and small hardships. She was becoming -attached to the sights and sounds -of camp-life: the tags and tassels, the -shining accoutrements, and the endless<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span> -scouring and brushing thereof; the rosy -drummer-boy; the company drills in the -rain; the hollow pyramids of the stacked -short bayonets; the muddy wells on the -bluish and reddish lowlands; the loud sing-song -of the little bearded Corporal interruptedly -reading <i>David Copperfield</i> to a -ring of enraptured privates; the welcome -drone of the cook announcing his menu; -the arrival of despatches, with the thundering -and jingling of the cavalry heard a mile -away; even the occasional alarms. The -long inactions under McClellan, hateful -to her mettlesome brother-in-law and -to his men, proved pleasant enough to -Cecily; she never lacked entertainment. -While Adela was at her accurate toilets, -and the Colonel, a severe disciplinarian, -busy with his troops, she, active and -curiously adventurous, walked or rode -about alone.</p> - -<p>The nine-hundred-acred Brale house -topped the hill not far away; the owner, -a fine old planter, lived there with the -survivors of his family. Six months -before, an infantry regiment had bivouacked -on the place. A lieutenant, -sent on the reasonable suspicion that a<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span> -number of escaped Confederates were harbored -on the premises, clattered up, with -an escort, to demand them. The eldest -son, with true sullen Confederate pluck, -refused him admission. After no long -parley, the infantry lieutenant, losing control -of himself, shot him dead: a proceeding, -which, when it came to the ears -of the authorities, cost the bully his commission. -The two other sons, Julian and -Stephen, were then in the Southern army; -the younger had since perished from fever. -To this doomed and outraged household, -shut in from the world, hopelessly embittered -against the Government in whose -name murder and devastation stalked, -Colonel Willoughby appeared as a new -and strange being. He made it his business -to see that there were no trespassings, -and that the Brales lived not only -in peace, but in comfort. He rode out -repeatedly to the picket-lines, where a -goodly quantity of commissary supplies, -spirits, flour, tobacco, tea, and coffee, and -divers other necessaries difficult to obtain, -were handed over to the slaves in -exchange for the chickens, milk, and eggs. -On several occasions, he had ridden as far<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span> -as the door, once to give the married -daughter her pass through the lines; once -to bring her little girl, who was ill, some -delicacies sent in a hamper from his own -home. These things broke the proud -Brale hearts. They barely thanked him; -his Federal uniform was like a dagger in -their eyes. But a while ago, when they -heard that his wife and his sister were -coming to Braleton from the north, the -stately old squire had sent him a royal -gift, with a short letter in the style of the -last century. The gift was Molly, the -beautiful black, famous all over the country -for her strength and speed; and on -her back was a saddle of magnificent -workmanship, with a movable pommel, -which might be adjusted to suit the ladies. -While these were in camp, therefore, the -Colonel rode Messenger, his stocky sorrel, -and Adela or Cecily sat majestically -enthroned upon the majestic Molly. The -former was a horsewoman of experience, -erect, neat, orthodox, approved of connoisseurs -everywhere. But the regiment -was in this, as in other things, all for the -favorite; and when she came in sight, -(with the dare-devil mare going it, six leaps<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span> -to a mile,) lying flat forward, like her own -cavalrymen, with breathless, laughing face, -and hair shaken loose along Molly's mane -like the sun on a torrent,—such a cheer -as would go up from the distracted Eleventh! -Cecily and Molly, in the tingling -pine-odorous Braleton air, made a familiar -and joyful spectacle.</p> - -<p>South from the mansion lay an Episcopal -chapel, now dismantled, with a squat, -broad, mossy roof pulled down over its -eaves like a garden-hat; and around it -spread the small old churchyard, with its -stones neck-deep in freshening grass and -clover. From this point there was a most -lovely view over the melancholy landscape, -silvered midway with a winding -stream. Hither Cecily loved to climb, -tying Molly in the copse below, to lie -upon the shaded escutcheoned tomb of -one Reginald Brale, "borne in Salop in -olde Ingland," and to muse long and -happily, forgetful of battles, on</p> - -<blockquote> -<p>"The great good limpid world, so still, so still!"</p> -</blockquote> - -<p>She and Robert Blanchard had had -much constant companionship; it was -natural that these musings should turn<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span> -much, and indeed more and more, upon -him. Surely, he was like no one else; -and his presence gave Cecily a sense of -infinite rest. She, too, had her obedient -energies and controlled fervors. A great -crisis like this, holding great issues, -brought the two so sensitive to it very -near together. She felt under her, even -as he did, the tide-wave of patriotic emotion, -sweeping the more generous spirits -from all our cities out upon its fatal -crest. She had seen the companies marching -to the front through awe-stricken -crowds, watched for the bulletins, worked -for the hospitals, heard the triumphal -never-to-be-forgotten eloquence and music -sacred to the returning dead at home, and -felt to the full the heartache and enthusiasm -of all the early war. These things -had formed her, pervaded her, projected -her out of herself, and brought her, -lingeringly a child, into thought and -womanhood. Before she knew herself -for an abolitionist, the day of Sumter -swept over her like a flood, and diverted -all the little idle streams of her being. -Her brothers found her against the old -tree in the garden, the newspaper in her<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span> -hand, like one entranced; and one of -them, soon to devote his youth to the -cause of Michael against Lucifer, forbade -her being teased to account for her -mood. Unlike Robert, Cecily came of a -soldier race, and from swords drawn, each -in its generation, at Naseby, at Brandywine, -at Monterey. That fortune seemed -good to her which had led her to Virginia, -a ground balancing in the scales -of fate, and rich already with hallowed -graves. To the living men about her, -she was as march-music never out of their -ears, to hold them to their vows. Subdued -from common cares, Cecily was in -the current of the national peril, inspiring -and inspired, and open to every -warmth and chill of it as if it were indeed -her own.</p> - -<p>She was on the hills, reading, in -balmy February weather, when she became -aware of a low whinny at her ear. -The Brale paddocks were on the other -side of the fence. A young colt was -there, startled and timid, stretching towards -her; then another came as near, -and another, and the heads of the older -horses, confiding, appealing, crowded<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span> -over these. She patted their tremulous -nostrils, divining instantly that something -had occurred to alarm them. She raised -herself from Reginald Brale's venerable -slab, and listened; the sharp ping! ping! -of blank cartridges struck the oak-leaves -on her left. Standing, and peering down -the steeper side of the incline, she saw -the familiar moving glitter of gold braid, -far below; and, stripping a bough, and -knotting her handkerchief, she made a -signal of distress, and waved it vigorously. -The shout that followed told her -that danger was over, both for the gentle -intelligent creatures in the enclosure, and -for her; the reports ceased. A moment -after, a man sprang over the churchyard -wall from the road. It was the Sergeant, -more excited than he dared show.</p> - -<p>"Miss Carter!" His heart-thuds made -it hard for him to be punctilious. "Are -you hurt? Idiots that we were to choose -this place! We might have known. Tell -me you're not hurt, Miss Carter." "I -am not hurt at all," she answered gayly, -"nor even frightened. It was these dear -four-legged 'rebs' who were frightened." -She slipped her book in her pocket, and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span> -took up her gloves and the dainty whip -which Molly had never felt, save when it -flicked a fly from her ear. "You are a -brave soul!" the Sergeant said. Cecily -took refuge in the significant flippancy of -gamins: "You're another!" which was so -apposite that they both laughed. As they -descended the rough foot-path, the Sergeant -longed to offer his arm; but he knew -her stoicisms, her natural physical <i>savoir-faire</i>, -and he chivalrously refrained. How -nimble and graceful, how fawn-like she -was! He noted the wide lace collar and -the brooch at her chin; the sober Gordon -plaid gown, not too long; the firm little -wrist; the beautiful hair parted, and -looped low.</p> - -<p>"What were you doing just now?"</p> - -<p>"A party of us were enjoying ourselves, -shooting."</p> - -<p>"Birds?" in a cold, regretful tone.</p> - -<p>"Birds! No. A soldier, unless he is -spoiling with garrison idleness, won't waste -his genius for killing on innocent birds -and their like. Besides, the artillery fellows -over yonder have scared them away -from the whole neighborhood. We were -target-shooting with pistols. Oh, if you<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span> -knew the hot coals and icicles I had to -swallow when I recognized you up there!" -He looked ahead, and saw with joy that -his companions had departed. "Here is -Molly, and my bay is behind the rock. -May I ride home with you?" He helped -her to mount, and sprang into his own -saddle. The lonely, lovely earth and sky -were theirs together; they went slowly, -slowly down to the ford. Molly was -thirsty, or else perverse; for she paused, -lowered her aristocratic little head, and -began to drink. Presently Saladin, the -bay, standing by her on the brink, did -the same; and the two riders sat, perforce, -conscious of their like silent sympathy -and society. An impulse rushed on each -to lean over towards the other also, to -lay cheek to happy cheek over the shallow -water, in their youth, in the sun. -The Sergeant stiffened himself with an -effort.</p> - -<p>"Although it is a holiday," he said, -scanning the distance, "and although -there's no end of jollity afoot, greased -poles, football, leap-frog, hurdle-races, -and all that—and did you know that -Mrs. Willoughby, escorted by the Colonel<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span> -and the Adjutant, had gone for the day? -There are to be charming diversions at -the infantry camp, and a ball to wind -up with. You were asked, too, I hear; -but you missed it, straying off to your -hermitage."</p> - -<p>"I am glad I did! Please finish your -sentence."</p> - -<p>"Oh, I forgot. I was going to add -that this sort of relaxation, just now, -might be risky, when Old Glory and I -may be ordered out before morning to -waltz to fife-music!"</p> - -<p>"A battle? Do you truly think it -likely?"</p> - -<p>"I half believe it. I don't mind telling -you I have a premonition of it, involving -another premonition regarding -myself. But what of it? Our old friend -Cicero, I think it was, used to say that -we are born not for ourselves, but for the -Republic." He laughed, as if he had -said a jocund thing. He had not meant -then to test her feeling for him; but he -had allies in the hour and its emotion. -Cecily rejoiced in his cheerful -acceptances, and remembered her impersonal -pride in the circumstances of his<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span> -enlistment, of which she had heard on all -sides at home. Her voice fell, unawares, -into its shy inflections, its little wild spontaneous -minors, as she said, seeing the -horses rear their heads: "Will you please -tell me, Sergeant Blanchard, how you -came to join the army? All that I know -is that you were abroad, and that you -gave up your pleasure, and came back."</p> - -<p>He began quietly, as they passed the -stream and made for higher ground:</p> - -<p>"It is quite a story. I was off on -a tour through India and Egypt, with -my college chum, my dear old Arthur -Hughes. Neither of us had any notion -of returning home, and we were in the -middle of the best time two fellows ever -had on this earth, when I had a queer -sort of warning. We were both curled -up on the window-sill of my room, in -our hotel at Cairo, one hot night, sleepless, -and enjoying a smoke. Suddenly, -above the street, among the shadows -and spangled points of all those near -domes and pinnacles, I saw what I -thought was our national flag, hanging, -hardly stirring. It seemed to spring up -out of nothing, in its familiar, varied<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span> -colors, to startle my eye. Then, in a -moment, I perceived that it was no flag, -but a living spirit, a genius, a guardian -angel, whatever you like to call it, -which bore the oddest resemblance to -one. There before me was the dreamiest -figure; a tall beautiful young woman in -a helmet, the moon shining on the little -spike of it. A long blue veil, bluer than -the atmosphere, covered her face, and was -blown about her shoulders, not so heavy -of texture but that the jewels in her -flowing hair flashed through it with wonderful -lustres; and her garment fell away -in long alternate whites and reds, like the -liquid bars we sometimes see flushing -and paling in our own sky in the north, -when the aurora borealis comes in the -March evenings. There she floated many -minutes before fading away; and once -she raised her veil and beckoned, and her -eyes dwelt on me so imploringly that they -have become more real to me than anything -else in my life. I tell you it shook -my heart.... Miss Carter, if you will -allow me, I must say that the vision was -like, was very like,"—the Sergeant -choked a little,—"like you. When I<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span> -first saw you, I was so startled, it gave -me, well, almost a swoon. That is a -novel word, and ludicrous, perhaps, but -I can use no other. At any rate, the resemblance -has drawn me towards you, I -can't say how strongly or how much. -Please forgive me." For Cecily's wild-rose -face was warm.</p> - -<p>"I had forgotten all about Arthur. -But when I turned to clutch him in my -excitement, my first glance told me that -he had not seen the phantom, and that -he would deride my faith in it. So I -tried to laugh off my sudden attack of -second-sight; but it was of no use. I -dropped into silence when it was my turn -to speak, and abandoning presently the -effort to seem indifferent, I parted from -him, and went to bed.</p> - -<p>"It was the only ghostly thing that -had ever happened to me, and it impressed -me tremendously. For my part, -I could get no rest by day or night; that -influence was over me like a bad star. I -racked my brain to explain it by natural -agencies, and it only set me thinking the -more of our blessed country being in some -terrible trouble. When I came to that, I<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span> -jumped up and started for the bath, to -cool off, and then changed my mind, and -struck first for the ticket-office. Whom -should I knock into on the way but old -Arthur in his fez, fierce as a lion. 'Bob,' -he said, dragging me into a booth, 'it's -war, war! President Lincoln is calling -for men, and I'm going home to spite -the devil.' 'There's no choice. I am -going home anyhow,' I said. 'What -news is there?'</p> - -<p>"The little which had travelled that far, -I heard from him. Sumter was being -fired upon, on the 11th of April, 1861, -when I saw Our Lady of the Union. I -call her that; but I never spoke of her -to Arthur, or to any one. Before June -set in we arrived in New York, and we -volunteered. Arthur has distinguished -himself right and left. He is in Andersonville -now, dear fellow. I should hate -to end there."</p> - -<p>"A martyr is a martyr; the place matters -nothing," the girl replied.</p> - -<p>"I know," he said; "I did not mean -to speak lightly; but I am one of those -who cannot always avoid it when they -feel much."</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span>The Sergeant's cheeks were burning -too, and he quickened his pace. Cecily -did not speak, following the bounding -bay. But a loneliness which she could -not define came upon her; a resentment -of the sacred ideal which could -yet be to her friend his divinity, his -beauty, his bride, in a world from which -she was shut out as an irrelevance. And -almost as soon, she questioned herself -whether because of a tie dearer than -the human, this golden-hearted Robert -must lose, she in him must lose—what? -For answer, the noble and foolish tears -welled up from the depths, and fell into -the folds across her knee. Her companion -drew his own rein, and laid his -hand upon Molly's.</p> - -<p>"Oh, why do you cry? I can't bear -it. What have I done?"</p> - -<p>"Nothing."</p> - -<p>"I did not intend to disturb you, to -make you care about it, or pity me; I -am much happier since that happened. -Could it be—oh, could it be—" He -gazed a moment upon her, absorbedly -and absorbingly, and she turned away. -For who can make conscious preparation<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span> -for the imminent? Sudden ever is the -finger of Death, to the watchers; sudden -also is Love.</p> - -<p>They were under the shade of some -giant pines. The young man vaulted -lightly to the ground, close to Molly's -satin stirrupless flank, his hands clasped, -his head thrown back, fired with adoring -hope. When Cecily inclined towards -him again, he saw in her (or was it his -bewitched fancy?) the remote, incredible -radiance of his old day-dream. The great -flush rolled responsive to his own clear -brow. He shook himself free, and found -his voice. "Cecily," he said simply, "I -love you; you must know that I love -you. Such a love has no beginning and -no end. You understand that and me. -Of myself I have nothing to say. You -have seen me only among Willoughby's -recruits; but I never wished to be elsewhere. -Judge of me, as we two are, now -and here. Can you, do you think you -could be my wife, by and by? Tell -me. Tell me!" Then Cecily, simple -too, in the same tremor of exaltation, -put out her right hand. He caught at it -with both his own, and buried his face<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span> -there. His wide hat had fallen; the -warm light was on his clustering hair. -With a sweet instinct like motherliness, -his maid, bending over, kissed it -in benediction.</p> - -<p>It was two o'clock when they crossed -the ford, and the late afternoon found -them still pacing on their roadless way, -like the lost enchanted knight and lady -of the Black Forest. They were less -than a mile from Braleton, on the rocks, -in sight of the tents, when they unsaddled -and tethered the horses, and made -the last halt. "Dearest," the Sergeant -had said, lying at her feet, his elbow in -the grass, "dedicate my sword." Raising -himself, he made a motion as if -drawing it, and held it towards her and -the sunset; Cecily, in the same pretty -pantomime, touched her lips to the viewless -blade, priestess of a new investiture. -"One thing we both love better than ourselves; -is it not so?" She was not -jealous now. "These United States, -right or wrong!"</p> - -<p>"Oh, no!" The soldier sheathed his -sacred weapon. "Say justice, liberty, the -rights of man; the things our United<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span> -States ought to stand for." Then the -light heart in him laughed; and Concrete -and Abstract blessed each other. Happy -and silent, they lingered on the brow of -the pine copse; a breeze sprang up; vast -and gorgeous sky-colors spread and deepened. -The Sergeant's uplifted face was -fixed upon his betrothed. She seemed to -dissolve away before him, or before him, -rather, to be vivified and set free. Slowly -between her and him, transubstantiating -her touching beauty, gathered a solemn, -changeful, wavering cloud-splendor of -ivory, rose, and sapphire, gathered out -of the land of myths into recognized and -unforgotten fact. For a quarter of an -hour he endured that mystical glory; -then his head dropped forward on her -knees. A thing seen was yet upon him: -once more Our Lady of the Union, but -with a smile as if of one assured at last -of ransom, and ineffably content. When -Cecily touched him, wondering, he shuddered, -and brushed an imagined film -from his eyes. She sat there, innocent -of any magic, unaware in what potter's -hand her spirit was so much fine clay.</p> - -<p>From the depths of the vale the croak<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span> -of frogs arose, faint here and shriller there, -then long-drawn and general: ever a -most mournful, homesick, and foreboding -sound to our armies in the South. The -distant camp seemed ominously quiet; -but on the outskirts of it was a dissolving -shadow, a moving dark clot, there, -a moment back, between them and the -scarce-fluttering flag, and still there, now -that the flag was hauled down, its bright -hues effaced against the more vivid evening -air. Presently the group of men, for -such it was, scattered. Cecily's keen sight -read what was written afar; the familiar -figure of the one-armed brisk Lieutenant-Colonel -in the saddle coming towards the -hill, with others following on the gallop -behind.</p> - -<p>"You are needed," she said without -preamble; "you must go to them." -With emphasis and authority, slight and -quick, yet irrevocable, she spoke. He -turned about, and sprang to his feet from -his enchantment at her side; for the -divine day, the Sergeant's field-day, was -over. "Is this the way of women, or -only your way? You send me from you -on a supposition, a scruple," he answered, -plaintively.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span>"Go." She repeated it softly, and with -closed eyes, lest she should look upon -her own heart-break. "It is unnecessary, -as you know," he replied; "but -if you make it a point of honor, I am -glad to obey." He held out his hands, -and she took them, cherishing, steadfast, -as in a pact. Her voice and step were -strangely unsteady; they held up the -mirror, as it were, to his. What was -there in a commonplace incident to move -them so to the depth? In a passionate -presentiment, he drew her closer to him. -"Are we to be given to each other only -that we may be severed, and suffer the -more? What if the end should be now? -Cecily!"</p> - -<p>But the young heroic mettle rose to -meet his. "Beloved, you are mine and -not mine. You are consecrated for the -term of the war; so am I. I will always -give you up to your task. Perhaps you -may measure by that whether I love -you." He looked down with a grateful -sigh on her who so mysteriously held him -to his sacrifice, and shared it, and through -her and in her, on the old, old fate which -he knew now was driving him to the cliff.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span>"If there is to be a fight, I want your -flag, the flag you made!" he whispered, -grasping at anything to hide this rending -in him of the spirit from the flesh. "However, -whenever I fall, I want to be buried -in it. Is it done? May I take it -for mine, before it is presented to the -regiment?"</p> - -<p>"Yes. You shall carry my colors here -and in heaven. I will pray for my -knight."</p> - -<p>He kissed her once, twice, for the betrothal, -and yet again for the farewell.</p> - -<p>He took Molly, the fresher animal of -the two, and spurred to the open ground -below, breaking out from the wood-path, -ready for any duty, on time. He looked -illumined, detached, transfigured: a Saint -Michael to be remembered after by his -companions in the moral crises of their -lives. The Lieutenant-Colonel drew rein, -relieved. "I was wishing for you, of all -people," he said; "I feared you were far -away. There has been an alarm; we must -sleep under arms. The Colonel and most -of the officers have not returned. I will -go back now. Take these six with you, -and cross the railway tracks to Palmer's.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span> -It is a rough road, and a long journey; -but report as soon as you can." The Sergeant -started with his bayoneted cavalcade -in a dash westward. Cecily, apprehensive -of something unusual, saw the -slow-rising dust, and, ahead of it, the -erect leader, scaling the horizon, and vanishing -into the yet glowing sky. A pang -unutterable tore her; but, uttered, it -would have been none other than <i>Amen</i>.</p> - -<p>Poor Saladin was tired enough, having -been out all day long; and Cecily led -him carefully to the plain. Every clapping -leaf, every crackling twig underfoot, -struck a chill into her bosom, on the over-shadowing -hill-slopes. She had played -too brave a part under her mental turmoil, -and in the presence of her lover, -himself too easily enamoured of death. A -spell greater than any he had felt was over -her, breathing a blackness between her -and the light. Now her ample courage -was fast giving out. She saw a face in -the thicket, and was barely able to nerve -herself not to scream. A man, in a -military dress she did not know, came -forward, and raised his cap. It was -Major Julian Brale, free at last to do<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span> -some scouting over his ancestral acres, -alone, and with hot revenges in his heart. -He was sorry for her, and angry at her -discovery. He apologized briefly, and -helped her to mount, not without concern, -but with a scornful coldness of manner -which he could not help. When she -had gone, he returned to the bushes, -cursing the Eleventh; for he had recognized -the saddle on the bay. The two -forces were on the brink of battle; but he -was not an expert sharp-shooter for nothing, -and if he could but get sight of that -thief, that coward, that hell-born villain -who had taken his old father's precious -Molly from him— A moonbeam straggled -in where he bent over, priming his -rifle, and he moved from it into the dark.</p> - -<p>Dinnerless, supperless, much too overwrought -to go to bed, Cecily Carter sat -in the Colonel's empty tent. For company, -she had shaken out her great silken -banner over the lounge, where the firelight, -falling on it, seemed to praise its -divine destroying loveliness with a poet's -Pentecostal tongue. Once she murmured -prayerfully: "Dear Robert, dear Robert." -Something not herself had bade him go,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span> -and he was gone; there was all of herself -now in these fears. The little parting -from him which she was enduring became -magnified and abiding, so that she looked -upon him slain, and thought with a sort -of joyous satisfaction how under the buttons -of his old blue jacket, where nobody, -not even his mother, knew of them, were -rose-leaves all about the open wound next -his heart; rose-leaves pressed most fervently, -one by one, to her lips, and laid -there. Other caress she could not give -him; though she was his, he was the Republic's, -for ever and ever. Again, she -saw him carried on a howitzer to a green -lonely place. A stone reared itself before -her, and she read upon it an odd -inscription: <i>If ye seek the summit of true -honor, hasten with all speed into that heavenly -country.</i> She started up. Was her -brain indeed giving way? Who had -spoken? Where had she heard those -words? How piercing a beauty they -had! Were they in the Church ritual? -What did they mean? Why should -they hound her from her rest?</p> - -<p>The Colonel's little ormolu clock struck -eleven. Almost on the stroke, the delayed<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span> -revellers entered. Adela could not -fail to notice her sister's nervousness, but -attributed it to anxiety for herself. The -Sultana of the Surgeon's christening had -been prodigally feasted and flattered; -she had come home with an armful of -hothouse flowers, effulgent with gratification, -and in a talking mood. The -Colonel's boy brought in the lamps. -When the Colonel himself followed, -grown grim with the sudden tension and -commotion about, his remark was to the -point. "I'm afraid you women will have -to get out of camp, quick. I smell powder. -It is likely to be damned disagreeable." -His handsome, worldly wife, coming, butterfly-like, -in yellow, out of her dark -wrappings, fixed him with her censorious -eye. "James Willoughby! You have -been drinking." He was wont, on such -occasions, to cast a comical appealing -glance at Cecily, of whom he was fond. -She did not smile in return, and her pallor -touched him; so that he went over to -her at once. "What's the matter, child?" -he asked, with affectionate anxiety. But -an approaching clang and clatter, and the -challenge of the sentry without, took<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span> -from him what he meant to say; he left -Cecily to her sister, and hurried into the -air. His going added to her trouble; and -yet she would have had no solace in keeping -a friend near. Oh, the stress and -strain of dull daily incident upon that inner -universe, frangible as a bubble, where -she and Robert had begun to live!—she -and Robert, and the Love of Country -alone, for between this and them must be -union everlasting. Oh, the tyranny of all -that is, laid upon him, faithful in his place; -upon her, faithful in hers; the speechless -dealings of lonely lovers with the Lone!</p> - -<p>Private Cobbe, being foremost, saluted -breathlessly: "Colonel, the pickets are -being driven in; the enemy is advancing." -The gallant fellow pressed his -hand to his thigh; he was wounded, and -he was soldier enough to feel that wound -an ignominy which had been received -obscurely, and elsewhere than on the field. -Immediately, all along the tents, arose -the multitudinous yet unconfused cries of -"Form!" and "Fall in!" from the -captains; the flapping guidons were borne -hither and thither to their places, and the -thousand horses, wheeling on their dancing<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span> -hoofs by the gleam of lantern and -torch under the watery moon, began to -make huge, fantastic shadows along the -old parade-ground. The Colonel, drawing -on his gauntlets, and still afoot, noticed -for the first time that Cobbe and McGrath -held between them, each with an arm -around him, an officer. For an instant, -in the imperfect light, he thought him -some prisoner, until he recognized, in a -flash, Molly with her great liquid, excited -eyes, Molly with her even mane hanging -wet and limp, confronting him. Private -McGrath had held in until now. He -blurted: "I'm afraid he's gone, sir." -The Colonel took a step forward, as if it -were into eternity. The Surgeon, standing -by, echoed after him: "My God!"</p> - -<p>They lifted their friend down together, -and carried him in, and laid him with -extreme gentleness where by chance the -new flag, a kingly winding-sheet, was -above him and under. The Surgeon -bent very low for a while over the lounge. -The many in the tent, used to calamity -less great than the loss of their best, held -their breath; the Adjutant's dog, close to -his master's legs, lifted his long gray<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span> -throat and crooned softly and mournfully, -as the band outside, far down the disparting -columns, broke into a loud, thrilling -strain, impatient for victory. The Sergeant -was dead, with a ball in his breast. -No one moved until Cecily groaned and -dropped.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">AN EVENT ON THE RIVER.</h2></div> - - -<p><span class="smcap">Morning</span> lay over Portsmouth and -her great stretches of opaline sea. The -little islands, north to the Maine shore, -and east to the harbor-buoys, were ablaze -with red and yellow bushes to the water-brink; -the low-masted gunlows were -beating out like a flock of dingy gulls; -and from afar, pleasantly, musically, -sounded the bugle at the Navy Yard. -The Honorable Langdon Openshaw, -standing among ruinous warehouses and -wharves, built by the Sheafes in the hour -of their commercial glory under the second -George, looked down upon the clear -Piscataqua at full flood, breathing between -its day-long, Samson-like tugs at -the yet enduring piers. It was a lonely -spot; the wind had a way there, sometimes, -of waking momentary, half-imagined -odors, the ghosts of the cargoes -of wines and spices in the prodigal past.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span> -His own solitude, the washing tide, the -one towering linden yonder, the gambrel -roofs and ancient gardens, the felt neighborhood -of the dear wild little graveyard -where his forbears slept, steeped his heart -in overwhelming melancholy. He had -already passed a week at the Rockingham. -It was a strange date to choose, out of all -his free and prosperous life, for a first -visit since childhood to the fair old New -England borough where he was born. A -sort of morbid home-sickness had driven -him back now, in his distresses, to her -knee. For the Honorable Langdon -Openshaw, innocent of the astounding -crime with which he was charged, was out -on bail.</p> - -<p>The accusation was the most inexplicable -of things. His chief characteristic -had been an endearing gentleness, which -brought him the popular favor he cared -nothing for. He was the captain citizen -of his town; he had held, in turn, every -office public esteem could give him; he -was president of a wealthy corporation -which controlled a bank. It was this -treasury which he was said to have rifled, -and its cashier whom he was said to have<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span> -murdered. No living creature was there -in all Connecticut but laughed aloud -when the report began to spread; but -time and circumstantial proof sobered -them, and increased the breed of cynics -and sceptics the country over. The -philanthropist, the good man, the Sunday-school -paragon, forsooth, once again -exposed in all his gangrened sanctity! -Two sickening circumstances, in the dark -designs of Providence, pointed at him -with deadly finger. One was, that at the -time of the robbery, there was an impending -crash in his vested finances, -since wholly and finally averted by his -foresight and skill; the other, that sometime -before, in the discharge of duty, he -had incurred the enmity of the victim. -Was it not possible, during Mr. Openshaw's -interval of anxiety, he, that is, -any other than he, might have dared retrieve -his fortune, and silence the witness -of his crime, George Wheeling, found -unexpectedly at his desk at midnight over -his accounts, and thrown down the stair -into the vaults? But there was a more -certain and horrible evidence. He had -been seen escaping; he had been recognized.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span> -The scuffle had roused the occupants -of houses near; and these, looking -forth by the city lamplight, saw the flying -figures, one of them, alas, inconceivably, -yet unmistakably, so help us God! the -Honorable Langdon Openshaw. Had -they not a perfect unanimous knowledge, -for many years, of his face, his unique -gait, his uncommon stature? Where -was there another such odd and definite -physical personality? As to the confederates, -well, there were reasons, no doubt, -why bravos should be hired.</p> - -<p>Wearily, wearily, he parted his gaze -from the alluring eternity in the river, -and strolled a little distance to the warm -wall, and sat down in the late September -grasses against it, like the broken man he -was. He took off his hat, a characteristic -dark soft felt such as he always wore, -and the air was good upon his brow. His -thoughts reverted to old times. He had -no kindred except a sister living in Santa -Barbara with her family of daughters, and -between them there had never been any -marked natural affection. The distant -cousin of his own whom he had married, -had borne him no children, and she was<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span> -dead: a gentle, negative soul, to whom he -confided little of what touched him most. -He had formed no intimate companionships. -No one save his mother, whom -he lost in his boyhood, and whose maiden -name he bore, had ever possessed much -influence over him. He was a man's -man, as the saying is, hitherto of any age -he chose, and rich in all resources. But -he had strong dormant affections, shamefacedly -expended on public orphanages -and hospitals, and on the Society for the -Prevention of Cruelty to Animals; and -he felt rightly that he could have been -fatherly, brotherly, even filial, with a -son. Ah, if he but had a son! Bulwarked -about with modern conveniences, -that, his one necessary, he had missed. -And here, in strange opprobrium, was -the end of his career and of his name. -"Lover and friend hast Thou put far -from me!" he breathed to himself, feeling, -for the first time since his calamity, a -profound submission of the soul.</p> - -<p>He heard voices in the windless air. -He did not rise, for they were not approaching -him. He could not help distinguishing -the animated words.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span>"This is as far as I ought to go. I -guess I'll say good-bye."</p> - -<p>"They will miss you notta yet. Oh, -please do, please do stay! I starve if I -am absent. Come, one kissa more."</p> - -<p>"No; wait till to-morrow, you great -baby. Go away now, and do your best -to be good."</p> - -<p>"Alla righta; if you give to me one -little song."</p> - -<p>"Truly?"</p> - -<p>"Truly, Anita mia. I desire indeed, -this hour, the mandolin. But no matter: -sing. All is quiet: see! it can -begin."</p> - -<p>Then the girl's thin bird-like voice -soared alone, not in any expected love-lyric -of the seaport streets, but in a -Christian folk-song of artless beauty.</p> - -<blockquote> -<div class="poetry"> - <div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">"All in the April evening,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">April airs were abroad;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">The sheep with their little lambs</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Passed me by on the road.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">"The sheep with their little lambs</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Passed me by on the road:</div> -<div class="verse indent2">All in the April evening</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I thought on the Lamb of God.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">"The lambs were weary, and crying<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span></div> -<div class="verse indent1">With a weak human cry:</div> -<div class="verse indent2">I thought on the Lamb of God</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Going meekly to die.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">"Up in the blue, blue mountains,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Dewy pastures are sweet,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">With rest for the little bodies,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">And rest for the little feet.</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">"But for the Lamb of God,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Up on the hill-top green,</div> -<div class="verse indent2">Only a Cross of shame,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">Two stark crosses between!</div> -</div> -<div class="stanza"> -<div class="verse">"All in the April evening,</div> -<div class="verse indent1">April airs were abroad;</div> -<div class="verse indent2">I saw the sheep with their lambs:</div> -<div class="verse indent1">I thought on the Lamb of God."<a name="FNanchor_1_1" id="FNanchor_1_1"></a><a href="#Footnote_1_1" class="fnanchor">[1]</a></div> -</div> -</div> -</blockquote> - -<p>There was a pause after. Then Openshaw -sighed. He knew they were in each -other's arms, the morning heaven blessing -them; but with him it was spiritual -darkness, and bitter evenfall. A boat -passed below, the oarsmen curious; and -the young loiterers on the old wharf stood -apart.</p> - -<p>"My angel, my sainta!"</p> - -<p>"Hush! It is twelve already; I must -be off."</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span>"Ah, the time is so short! Cruel!"</p> - -<p>"Dear, you are nicest when you are -good."</p> - -<p>"Behold, I am."</p> - -<p>At last the farewells and vacancy; and -then footsteps making towards the angle -of the wall. Mr. Openshaw's stately head, -crowned with the abundant glossy black -and gray which gave it such distinction in -a land of bald pates, arose upon the surprised -view of the new-comer. He, on -his part, with no question as to a gentleman's -supposed midday slumbers, stooped, -and offered Mr. Openshaw his hat. The -two, confronted, smiled a little; both -tall, aquiline, clean-shaven.</p> - -<p>"I thank you. Perhaps you would -rather have me say, <i>molte grazie</i>. You are -an Italian, are you not?"</p> - -<p>The other, wonderingly, but with native -grace, assented. "I am a Florentine." -How he said it! Where did he get that -gypsy princeliness, his clear pallor, the -nameless magic that takes the heart?</p> - -<p>"You speak English fairly."</p> - -<p>"I have been in youra country long."</p> - -<p>"And I in yours, many years ago." -Now Openshaw was dallying, and consciously.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span> -What impelled him to open -sociabilities with such an one, he did not -know. This stripling of another grade -reminded him dimly of something, and -teased his eye. "What a bearing the -fellow has!" he thought again. Having -snapped every tie with his own life, he -could afford to be interested in that of -others. He took pleasure in the diverting -accent and idiom, and the abandon with -which the loose, rough clothes were worn.</p> - -<p>"Florence is the most beautiful of -cities. You ought almost to go back." -It relieved his heart somehow, the foolish -commonplace, as might the colloquy -about the weather among aristocrats in -the tumbrils of the French Revolution. -All time hung a mortal weight upon his -hands; nor did the un-Americanized -stranger seem to be in a hurry. But now -he started a little.</p> - -<p>"Go back? Santa Maria! I suffer: -I go back so soona that I can!" As he -spoke, with the soft round harp-like Tuscan -tone which the east wind of New England -had not rasped, he glanced around -apprehensively. "With money, nexta -month, I sail on the sea, and I arrive."</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span>"Well, that might be worse," said the -elder man, indulgently. "May I ask -your name?"</p> - -<p>"Ralph Power."</p> - -<p>"Ralph Power? That is not an -Italian name."</p> - -<p>"Sir, I know. My mother, she have -the marriage name Potenza. Rodolfo, -that is mine. I translate the two, and -that is Ralph Power, whicha make it easy -for the tongue of many."</p> - -<p>Mr. Openshaw had drawn his hand -over his eyelids, as if feeling the sting of -memory.</p> - -<p>"What do you do for a living here?"</p> - -<p>"I serva the market. Once I assist -to builda boats for the Capitan, but now -he work no more; the beautiful Anne, -she is his daughter. Ah, signor!" Ingenuously, -boyishly, he sighed.</p> - -<p>"How old are you?"</p> - -<p>"Twenty-two."</p> - -<p>"How many questions I have asked -you! I am afraid I have kept you from -your duties. Pray go now."</p> - -<p>The other bowed, and turned townwards. -But Openshaw felt on the instant -a sort of loneliness. "Rodolfo!"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span> -he exclaimed, "do me the favor to -spend this." He slipped a coin into -an uninviting hand, partly, as he would -have said himself, from natural depravity, -partly, from the sheer luxury of his own -incognito, and that of giving away to a -young man what no young man could inherit. -"It may help you out of your -trouble. Trouble is very hard to bear, -sometimes."</p> - -<p>If he were aware of expecting anything -in return, from a poor Italian, it was the -usual ecstatic thankful benediction of poor -Italians in like luck. Once he had lived -among them on their own soil; he knew -the simple-hearted, engaging, vagabond -breed through and through. But this specimen -of it flushed and scowled, while trying -to seem courteous; and his would-be -benefactor was puzzled. As they stood -opposite, they were of equal height; for -the younger had drawn himself up a good -inch.</p> - -<p>"I am afraid you are proud. You -have picked that up in New England."</p> - -<p>Rodolfo answered resentfully: "Sir, I -have the blood of New England also, and -it is for me the destiny to earn my money,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span> -most of all after what I promise to the -beautiful Anne."</p> - -<p>As he said it, warming thus into his -very self, the eyes of Openshaw, watching -him, were dazzled, as one may be -who crosses an alcove towards a door in -plain sight, and finds that seeming door -a mirror. A little alarum-bell rang in his -brain. He shuddered, for all the forces -within him were rallying together: triumph, -hate, revenge, deadly delight; -things he had not known were possible -to him swarmed into his spirit with a -clang. He recognized, at a stroke, that -this vagrant youth, this common workman, -looking at him with no smile now, -bore a violent resemblance to himself. -He searched for details, lightning-quick, -and devouringly. Yes! there were the -dark, fine, pendulous hair, the small, -close ear, the strong nose and jaw, even -the large, slender hand toil had hardly -scarred, the back of it smooth and hard -as veined marble; how like the Openshaw -hand, plain in the old Lely portrait, -plainer yet in the Stuarts, on the melancholy -walls of his own home! And what -followed? The voice, significant, prophetic,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span> -of the demon of self-preservation -in his ear: "This may be the man who -killed George Wheeling. This must be -the man. Impeach him; clear yourself!" -Openshaw, in his calmer mood, a few -moments back, had measured the character -before him. Whatever else it was, -it was not astute. He foresaw no trouble -in worming the secret out of him.</p> - -<p>"Very well," he replied, as if æons on -æons of thought had not passed since he -spoke last. "I will take the gold-piece -back, on your own condition: I will see -that you earn it. Have you business on -hand?"</p> - -<p>"Oh, no. The venerable butcher, the -fever kills him; we bury him, and locka -the door for all day." Rodolfo was sullen -yet.</p> - -<p>"Then, will you kindly go into the -square, buy me cheese, pilot bread, two -quart bottles of Sauterne, and two glasses, -and return by way of Daniels Street? I -shall be waiting at the landing. I should -like to hire a boat for an hour, and have -you row me up river. Will you do -so?"</p> - -<p>The lad hesitated. Finally, touched,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span> -or put upon his mettle by a seeming confidence, -he set out, with the greenback in his -pocket which Mr. Openshaw had given -him. The latter, at this pause in their -colloquy, was made aware that he was suffering -keenly. He had exceeding self-control; -his successes in life had sprung -from it. But every mastered nerve in his -body, having already undergone so much, -and having so much to undergo, was humming -like a beehive. He could not stand -still. He wandered about, meeting few -pedestrians, across Water Street, up Manning -Street to Puddle Dock with its -liberty pole, and again past the graveyard, -lingering wherever he could command -a view of the broad glorious -anchorage, tragic with the exposed ribs of -rotting ships. Into the happier neighborhoods -near, he would not penetrate; -this one had been happy too, when he -was a child. There he saw but visions of -greatness gone, of comfort broken, and -an hour ago, could have laid his cheek to -the old flaggings, and wept. But he had -now a terrible just purpose, and for that -he must save his strength.</p> - -<p>He was at the landing later than<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span> -Rodolfo, who sat in a white wherry ballasted -with his purchases, the oars already -in hand. Openshaw rested his cane on -the gunwale, and stepped quietly into the -stern; they backed out of the cramped -spaces, and shot away. The surface of -the harbor was dimpling, little by little, -with the great hidden swirls of the turning -tide; deceptively glassy between its -deflected banks, it gleamed like the thin -ice which forms in November, and over -which boys send pebble after pebble, and -laugh to hear them chirruping. But -Rodolfo had learned long since how to -cajole the fierce Piscataqua; and tacking -artfully by St. John's Point, he labored -through the end arch of the great bridge, -and gained the blue highway beyond. A -train thundered overhead. Two women -in the footpath, leaning over the rail, -stared fixedly at the little boat, and from -one sensitive face to the other, and again -at their contrasted attire. They were -Rodolfo's neighbors, and pleased that he -had fallen in with a gentleman.</p> - -<p>The cruisers were not back within the -hour, nor within three hours. The whole -world was to change strangely for them<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span> -both, meanwhile. The order of what -Langdon Openshaw had intended to say -and do came to naught, because what happens -to happen is lord over the strongest -human will. He had prepared his cunning -questionings, as if to force his own -fate, forgetting that the aggregation of -outer circumstance which we call fate is -itself an irresistible vortex; the trapper, -and not the trapped. Up stream, by -Frank's Fort, under a sapphire sky, while -as yet little had been said, he found that -his watch had run down, and he asked -for the correct time. Rodolfo set him -right from a cheap timepiece. As he -handled it, there appeared, linked to the -guard, an artistic bit of bronze, a tiny -Renaissance figure, with bow and hound, -the blown draperies minutely fair. Openshaw -saw it, and the whole universe was -not so manifest to him as that small -ominous curio within it.</p> - -<p>"The Diana! On your soul, where, -how, did you get that?" It was familiar -to him; he knew it, though he had not -seen it for more than a score of years. -The rower dropped it back into his breast, -definitely.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span>"It is mine, and dear to me. My -mother who gave it, she is dead."</p> - -<p>"Did you say your mother's name was -Potenza? Was it Agata Potenza? Agata -Boldoni once?"</p> - -<p>"Yes."</p> - -<p>There was a thronging pause.</p> - -<p>"When did she die?"</p> - -<p>"It was sixa years ago; I proceed to -America."</p> - -<p>"Have you brothers and sisters?"</p> - -<p>"I have, in Italy, twin brothers, older; -their lame-a father, Niccola Potenza, live -with them. But he is notta mine."</p> - -<p>Quick, loud, sure, the queries and the -answers fell, like the hammer-strokes of -a coffin in the making.</p> - -<p>"Your father was—?"</p> - -<p>"How can I know? They tell me -he was vera handsome, vera rich, and -from this America. <i>Malfattore!</i> He -steal away, and I am born after; and she -see him not in her life, I see him not in -mine."</p> - -<p>The crew had apparently hurt the -passenger, for the latter heaved against -the thwarts.</p> - -<p>"Once more. Was your mother -ever married to your father?"</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span>Rodolfo knit his brows, and set his -teeth. "No."</p> - -<p>For a long, long time there was no -sound but the little singing keel on its -joyous flight, and Openshaw's head was -hidden in his hands. Rodolfo, of his own -vigorous accord, took the way of Dover -Bridge, across the noble inland bay, and -branched up the shallowing Oyster. -There by the bank, in the stiller solitudes, -he shipped his oars, and, reaching -forth, touched the bowed shoulder, not -without compassion.</p> - -<p>"<i>Illustrissimo</i>, look up! Tell me." -Then did Openshaw begin, steadily, but -hardly above his breath, intent the while -on the image of his own youth before him, -as if from that only he might draw courage -to confess.</p> - -<p>"I have a dear friend who, when he -was no older than you are now, went to -Italy. He spent his best years in a delusion, -for he thought then he might -become a great painter. His character, -such as it was and is, turned to the things -of good report; he was an orphan, with a -competence; but he had had no home, and -no moral training. Being something of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span> -a recluse, he developed late and slowly. -At a time when the storm-clouds in most -young men's lives are lifting, his were -surcharging themselves, and getting ready -to burst. On his thirtieth birthday, in -Ferrara, he—"</p> - -<p>"In Ferrara, yes!" broke the eager -interruption.</p> - -<p>"He persuaded another man's wife to -run away with him. She was a peasant, -very young and innocent, with a sweet -pensive Perugino face; she had been -his model, up to her marriage with Niccola -Potenza."</p> - -<p>There was a sharp affirmative breath -from the listener.</p> - -<p>"Niccola Potenza was a cooper, with -good prospects. He was considered -quite a match for the girl; but he turned -out to be dull, silent, and preoccupied. -Little Agata was romantic; and her -thoughts ran easily back to my friend. -The fault was, assuredly, all his. He -thought that he loved her, and so, indeed, -he did; although he loved better, -alas, the adventure and the rebellion. At -any rate, he took her away boldly from -her husband and her babes, and set up<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span> -life in his old studio, in Florence. The -cooper, sworn to revenge himself, had -nearly hunted my friend down, when on -Easter Day he fell from a crowded and -festooned inn-balcony, and broke his -thigh. Somehow, after that, his fury -failed him; and he sank, under his misfortune, -into a sort of apathy. Things went -wrong also with the lovers. Agata kept -only for a while her soft, joyous, docile -ways, and then grew restless and wretched, -with the canker of a good heart spoiled, -which nothing on earth can cure. She -would spend hours in the chapel near by, -her face covered, thinking and weeping; -and then she would go back to her little -household tasks, and move about in my -friend's sight, her pale penitent face driving -him wild more effectually than any -audible reproach could have done. Of -course he saw what was in her soul: the -struggle between her foolish passion for -him, and mortal home-sickness for the -inner peace which had attended her old -honorable life. He, on his part, resented -the moral awakening in her, and stamped -down both her conscience and his own. -Against the voice within which bade him,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span> -since he had done her an irretrievable -wrong, to take the legal burden of it -upon himself, and make her his wife in -America, arose his tyrannous social -cowardice. He dared not; he had a depraved -but intelligent dread of discord -and incongruities. And so, as many -another man as weak has done, he served -his æsthetic sense, and threw honor to -the winds. He was never, I think, wilfully -unkind to Agata; his selfishness -would seem to me now less diabolic had -he tried to estrange her from him. But -as soon as their first apprehensive year -together had passed, without any talk on -the subject, he left her. Before he took -his train, that night in May, my friend -drew up a paper for poor Agata's maintenance. -The sum was small, but much -more than she had been accustomed to -call her own. I know he had no forewarning -of—of his child; he provided -for her alone." Mr. Openshaw was speaking -with some difficulty. "When were -you born?"</p> - -<p>"On the feast of San Stefano, the -twenty-sixta of December, eighteen hundred -sixta-five."</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span>Rodolfo had been listening under a -strain keener than that of physical deafness. -The more nervously overwrought -of the two at this particular moment, he -was likewise the more restrained. A -certain question was hot in his throat. -Though he had not understood all of -Mr. Openshaw's melancholy monologue, -he had apprehended the heart of it only -too well. But he said nothing further.</p> - -<p>A flock of pioneer blackbirds, in delirious -chatter, were gathering overhead for -their autumn migration, darkening the -narrow sky-space with their circling wings. -Openshaw looked up.</p> - -<p>"Those birds go from pole to pole to -find—what? So did he. His youth was -killed in him; and before long, nevertheless, -he was cheerful and active again, and -courted by the world. He came home to -his own honest and normal life, and after -a while he married. He had no tidings -of Agata, and had actually resolved once -to try to find her, when he heard what -must have been a false report, that she -had died; and he did not doubt it, for -he used to see her faithful patient little -face in all his dreams. From what I have<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span> -learned of late, I believe that he is most -miserable, and near his own end. He -does not deserve to hear of her last days. -But if by letting me know, you can punish -him through me, do not spare him. -I will not, I promise you."</p> - -<p>Rodolfo sat in the boat, immovable, -the thin leaves of the bowery wild-grape -flapping overhead, and flickering him with -elfin light and shade. "My mother," he -began in a low voice, "did the best: the -grace of God was in her. Niccola was sick; -the trade was gone, and then was mucha -poverty. With me in her amiable arms, -she return on the feet to Ferrara, and -petition him; and, lo! the good cripple -man, he pardon. There us four in one -family, we flourish. The American money -she could notta help, go among all till all -are grown; she die of the fever sixa year -ago, with many candles and masses for -her soul; and because it is notta fit that -my brothers spend on me, I ask Niccola's -blessing, and come to America. That is -the end."</p> - -<p>Openshaw inquired presently, when he -could do so: "Had you any education, -as a child? Can you read and write, -Rodolfo?"</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span>"No." He sat sheepishly for a moment, -then seized his oars.</p> - -<p>"How have you prospered over here? -Have you been able to save a little? You -spoke of wishing to return."</p> - -<p>Rodolfo quivered. "It musta be."</p> - -<p>"Why so?" There was genuine tenderness -in the two words.</p> - -<p>"There is nothing of hope for me. I -am in a greata fix. I leave, I go; I cannot -stay. I have a sin also. Only my -beloved, she know how it was I transgress, -so thatta perhaps my guilt is not -for eternity."</p> - -<p>Openshaw laid the tip of his stick -upon the rowlock, with authority. "Do -not start yet; let the boat drift. You -must be hungry with this long exercise. -Pray pass me those things near you, and -the wine; and while you lunch, I hope -you will be as frank with me, Rodolfo, as -I have been with you.... I look upon it -as a miracle of mercy that at the eleventh -hour we have found each other." He -knew that the young man's blazing black -eyes were full upon him. "I can help -you. Only keep nothing back." He filled -one of the glasses from the fizzing bottle,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span> -and passed it. But it was struck aside, -and the cry that followed was so sincere it -gave the rudeness dignity.</p> - -<p>"Ah! No, no, no. Sir, I touch the -spiritual drink no more till I die. I vow -to Anita mia, after the terrible night. -For see! The evil ones, companions, take -me on a burst in a city notta this, Hartaford, -and thieve." His voice dropped -under the excitement, like a file of infantry -under fire. "They thieve a banka; -and I watch, in gin so drunk as Bacco; -and when the invisible man arise pugnacious, -I throttle him, and curse, and rolla -him down to the cellar. He moan and -expire, so that we go down to thieva -more; but the city she hears, there is a -sound, then a sound on top of him, and we -fly, fly, fly, this streeta, that streeta, till I -come back awake to this Portsmouth, and -fall on my knee to Anne, and cry tears. -Ah, my sainta! she comfort me in charity, -and talk to me, and keepa me from -the bad; and for penance I go vera dry -always, not to be damn. I tell it not to -Niccola at home when I go; and I pray -to go soon, that the Statesa Prison notta -hanga me."</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span>Such is the equilibrium between the -infinite and folly, that at this juncture, -as he recalled afterwards, Mr. Openshaw -was eating his cheese. He answered, -marvelling at his own composure.</p> - -<p>"I read about it in the newspapers. -You are in great danger, my poor boy. -Now listen. There is a ship sailing for -Genoa from New York next Saturday; -and on her I wish you to engage your -passage. That will give you a week to -adjust your little affairs here; and you -must, moreover, see your excellent sweetheart, -and persuade her to marry you and -go with you. Will you do that?"</p> - -<p>Rodolfo opened his fine eyes very wide, -and then closed them. "Oh, voluptuous -as it would be, I cannot. The -Capitan he make Anne deny me until I -shall have many riches. She is a handmaid -of domestic service on Pleasanta -Street; but the old one, he is proud for -her, and with the mosta reason in all the -world. I shall coop with thesea my brothers -cooping always in Ferrara, and do my -parta with my soul. For bye-and-bye -we make a marriage; and then she will be -content to live in the sympathetic Italy, -where safeness is for me."</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span>"But we mean to mend all that, Rodolfo. -Your father, whom I know very -well, is growing old, and has a great deal -of property with no one to share it. -The least he can do for you (I am sure -he feels that), is to put you out of the -reach of want. He will not ruin you, -nor throw you into temptations of a kind -other than those you have undergone; -for you are his son, and as such he must -love you. But he will hope to hear by -next spring, that you have bought a farm -and vineyard, and that your kind kins-people -at home, and your wife, sometimes -pray for him; yes, and for me. -Trust me; we need say no more about it. -He will have it all settled by law as soon -as he is able, but certainly within a -month." He passed his hand over his -hair, absently, and resumed. "You will -go across the ocean now; and if my friend -lives, he may come to you; but he may -not live, and he may not come. It is his -punishment not so much to lose you, or -what you might, after all, be to him, as -to recognize that his awful breach of duty -has established between you what I may -call, perhaps, in the long run, an incompatibility."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span> -Poor Openshaw, on the rack -of his own candor, groaned aloud.</p> - -<p>Once more they were crossing Greenland -Bay, and the lone and lovely miles -seaward. Rodolfo crept up quietly to his -strange benefactor, who was absently gazing -far away, so quietly that the wherry -moved not a muscle under him.</p> - -<p>"It is you," he said. "The 'friend' is -a made-up. I know. <i>Padre, si!</i>" He -threw his arms about Mr. Openshaw, his -old hatred melted away, and lay there -on his knees like a little boy, sobbing, -sobbing. "It is for nothing at all," he -explained with his endearing semblance -of good-breeding; "but the gentle goodaness -of God. The beautiful Anne,—O -you musta see her, and letta yourself be -thank in so harmonious the voice of seventeen! -she will taka me. Behold, I am -so vera, vera happy." Quite overcome, -he did not even raise his head when he -was spoken to.</p> - -<p>"Am I forgiven, Rodolfo? Can you -forgive me for your poor mother's -sake?"</p> - -<p>For answer, the lad covered the hand -he held with kisses of southern fervor,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span> -and pressed into it the little delicate -charm from his watch-string.</p> - -<p>At the touch of it, the tyranny of yesterday -and to-morrow, and all his suffering -present and to come, departed from -Openshaw. A divine felicity began now -to possess him; he was grateful, he was -at peace; whatever his retribution was to -be, he embraced it, in spirit, like a bride. -In his revery, he seemed to stand before -the everlasting tribunal, with inscrutable -truth on his lips: "Of this that was -mine I was heedless. Because of my heedlessness, -Poverty and Ignorance and Inferiority -and Exile took him by the hand, -and led him to the pit. He is rescued -from the worst; he will cling to the highest -which he sees, with an elected soul to -help him; but what he might have been -he can never be. It was I that sowed; -let it be mine to reap. The indelible -blood that is shed is on my hands, not -on his. Visit Thy wrath upon me, for -here is it due. With body and soul, -will, sense, and understanding, from first -to last, in every fibre of my being, I -affirm me accountable for this thing." -To the tribunal on earth, its magnate of<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span> -unblemished reputation had no explanation -to offer. He foresaw only his arraignment, -and the words with which to -clinch it: "Gentlemen of the jury, I -plead guilty."</p> - -<p>Rodolfo spoke first. "I am so glad I -guess, I guess from the teara in your eye, -that time."</p> - -<p>The tears welled up again as the other -replied: "There is something else you -will never guess, thank God."</p> - -<p>"No?"</p> - -<p>"No, my boy."</p> - -<p>Rodolfo looked up, and smiled, without -irrelevant curiosity. He was too -content, afloat there.</p> - -<p>The Honorable Langdon Openshaw -took charge of the tiller, the son to whom -he had twice given life still at his feet. -With neither oar nor sail the guided boat -came home from the upper waters to -the port, in the mellowing afternoon, -borne on the mighty ebb-tide of the -Piscataqua.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - - - -<div class="chapter"> -<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span> -<h2 class="nobreak">THE PROVIDER.</h2></div> - - -<p><span class="smcap">Nora</span> cried out: "'Tis so pretty to-day!" -The barefooted children were -threading the slopes of Howth towards -Raheny. Far-off, the city, with its lights -and stretches of glorified evening water, -was lying there lovely enough between -the mountains and the sea. It was -Nora's tenth birthday, and, to please her, -they had been on the march all afternoon, -their arms full of rock-born speedwell -and primrose. "'Tis so pretty!" -echoed little Winny, with enthusiasm. -But the boy looked abroad without a -smile. "'T'd be prettier when things is -right," he answered severely. Hughey -was a man of culture; but his speech was -the soft slipshod of the south. The three -trudged on in silence, for Hughey was a -personage to his small sisters; and -Hughey in a mood was to be respected. -He, alas, had been in a mood too long.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span> -He had carried Winny over the roughest -places, and shown her Ireland's Eye, and, -alongshore, the fishing-nets and trawls; -he had given his one biscuit to be shared -between them all; and lying in the velvet -sward by the Druid stone, he had -told them all he knew of the fairy-folk -in their raths, for the seventieth time. -But he was full of sad and bitter brooding -the while, thinking of his mother, his -poor mother, his precious mother, working -too hard at home, for whom there -never seemed to be any birthdays or out-of-door -pleasures.</p> - -<p>Hugh was nearly twelve now, and -mature as the eldest child must always be -among the poor. He could remember -times in the county Wexford, before his -father, who was of kin to half the gentry -in the countryside, died; times when life -had a very different outlook, and when -his peasant mother, with short skirts and -her sleeves rolled up, would go gayly between -her great stone-flagged kitchen and -the well or the turkey-hen's nest under the -blackthorn hedge, singing, singing, like a -lark. They had to leave that pleasant -farm, and the thatched roof which had<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span> -sheltered them from their fate, and move -up to cloudier Dublin, to a stifling garret -over a beer-shop; and it was a miserable -change. Malachi O'Kinsella, the cheerful -thriftless man, with his handsome -bearing and his superfluous oratory, was -gone; and his Hughey was too young -to be of service to those he left behind. -A fine monument, with <i>Glory be to God</i> on -it, had to be put up over him in the old -churchyard, two years ago; and there -had been since the problem of schooling, -feeding, and clothing Hughey, Nora, -and Winny. Then Rose, three years old, -fell into a lime-kiln, and was associated -with the enforced luxury of a second -funeral; and Dan, the baby, born after his -father's death, was sickly, and therefore -costly too; and now the rent had to be -paid, and the morrow thought of, on just -nothing a week! All of which this -Hugh, with his acumen and quick sympathy, -had found out. He worshipped -his mother, in his shy, abstinent Irish -way; his heart was bursting for her sake, -though he but half knew it, with a sense -of the mystery and wrong-headedness of -human society.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span>That April Tuesday night, when the -wildflowers were in a big earthen basin -on the table, like streaks of moonlight -and moon-shadow, and the girls were in -bed, Hughey blew out his candle, shut -up his penny <i>Gulliver</i>, and went over to -the low chair in their one room, where -his mother was crooning Dan to sleep on -her breast. It shocked him to see how -thin she was. Her age was but three-and-thirty; -but it might have been fifty. -She wore a faded black gown, of decent -aspect once in a village pew; her thick -eyelashes were burning wet. Outside -and far below, were the polluted narrow -cross-streets, full of flaring torches, and -hucksters' hand-carts, and drunken voices; -and beyond, loomed the Gothic bulk of -Saint Patrick's, not a star above it.</p> - -<p>"Mother! 'tis not going to school any -more Oi'll be." His tired, unselfish -mother swallowed a great sigh, but said -nothing. "Oi'll worruk for ye, mother; -Oi'll be your man. Oi can do't."</p> - -<p>There was another and a longer pause; -and then Moira O'Kinsella suddenly bent -forward and kissed her first-born. Like -all the unlettered class in Ireland, she<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span> -adored learning from afar, and coveted it -for her offspring. That he should give -up his hope of "talkin' Latin" touched -her to the quick. "God love ye, Hughey -darlint! Phwat can a little bhoy do?" -But she slept a happier woman for her -knight's vow.</p> - -<p>As for Hughey, there was no sleep for -him. By the first white light he could -see the two pathetic pinched profiles side -by side, the woman's and the babe's, -both set in the same startling flat oval of -dark locks. The faces on the mattress -yonder were so round and ruddy! They -had not begun to think, as Hughey had; -even scant dinners and no warmth in -winter had not blighted one rose as yet -in those country cheeks. Up to yesterday, -he had somehow found his mother's -plight bearable, thanks to the natural -buoyancy of childhood, and the hope, -springing up every week, that next week -she would have a little less labor, a few -more pence. Besides, it was spring; -and in spring hearts have an irrational -way of dancing, as if a fairy fiddler had -struck up <i>Garryowen</i>. But now Hughey -was sobered and desperate.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span>There was no breakfast but a crust -apiece. The McCarthy grandmother, on -the stairs, gave Nora, starting for school, -some fresh water-cresses. Just then Mrs. -O'Kinsella happened to open the door. -Poor Nora had yielded to temptation and -filled her mouth, and pretended, holding -her head down, to be much concerned -about a bruise on her knee. She could -not look in her mother's honest eyes, -ignorant as these were of any blame in -Nora. Mrs. O'Kinsella went wearily to -her charing, and seven-year-old Winny set -up housekeeping with Dan, the primroses -and a teapot-shaped fish-bone for their -only toys. Hughey had already gone, nor -was he at his desk in the afternoon, when -his teacher and Nora looked vainly for -him; nor did he return to his lodgings -until after sundown. When he came, he -brought milk with him, earned by holding -a gentleman's horse at the Rotunda; -and with that and some boiled potatoes, -there was a feast. Hughey's vocation, it -would appear, had not yet declared itself. -He had haunted Stephen's Green and its -sumptuous purlieus in vain. He had -not been asked to join partners with<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span> -Messrs. Pim, nor to accept a Fellowship -at Trinity. The next day's, the next -month's history was no more heroic. -There were so many of those bright, delicate-featured, -ragged-shirted boys in Dublin, -coming about on foggy mornings -with propositions! The stout shop-keepers -were sated with the spectacle -of the unable and willing.</p> - -<p>The days dragged. An affable policeman -who had known Hughey's mother -at home in New Ross, seeing him once -gazing in a junk-shop door, finally presented -him to the proprietor: "Toby, -allow me t' inthroduce a good lad wants -a dhrive at glory. Can ye tache um the -Black Art, now? He can turrun his -hand to most anythin', and his pomes, -Oi hear, do be grand, for his age."</p> - -<p>The junk-man, good-naturedly scanning -Hughey, saw him burst into tears, -and beat the air, though the giant of the -law had passed on. That his chief and -most secret sin should be mentioned aloud, -to prejudice the world of commerce against -him, was horrible. His mother had told -on him! She must have found some lines -on Winny's slate last Sunday, entitled<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span> -<i>Drumalough: a Lament for the Fall of the -Three Kings, Written at Midnight.</i> Worra, -worra! Hughey was descended, on the -paternal side, through a succession of -ever-falling fortunes, from a good many -more than three kings, and used to wonder -where their crowns and sceptres were, -not that he might pawn them, either. -The O'Kinsellas were a powerful aboriginal -sept in the old days, and lived in -fortress castles, and playfully carried off -cattle and ladies from their neighbors of -the Pale. Malachi O'Kinsella's mother, -a heroine of romance who ran away with -a jockey lover, and never throve after, -was of pure Norman blood, and most -beautiful, with gray eyes, water-clear, like -Hughey's own, and the same bronze-colored -hair; and it was said she could -play the harp that soft it would draw -the hearing out of your head with ecstasy! -Now the junk-man was fatherly, -and presented Hughey, in default of a -situation, with a consolatory coin; but -foregoing events had been too trying for -the boy's nerves: he dropped it, and -fled, sobbing. He simply couldn't live -where his po'try was going to rise up<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span> -against him, and wail like a Banshee in -the public ear. He charged, in his -wrath and grief, across the crowded -bridge, and down the line of quays east -of it, straight into a fat, gray-headed, -leather-aproned person directing a group -of sailors unloading a boat.</p> - -<p>This person, sent of Heaven, with miraculous -suddenness, and with musical -distinctness, exclaimed: "'Aven't I been -a-wishin' of 'im, and directly 'e runs into -me harms! Crawl into that barrel, sonny, -and if you 'old it steady, I'll 'eave you -tuppence." Hughey, foreordained likewise, -crawled in. When he came out, Mr. -J. Everard Hoggett looked him over, from -his moribund hat to his slight patrician -ankle. "I likes a boy wot's 'andy, and -'as little to sy, like you." He resumed -critically, "'E don't appear to be from -any of 'Er Marjesty's carstles, 'e don't. -Perhaps 'e might like to 'ang about 'ere, -and earn three bob a week?" Hughey -hugged his twopenny piece, blushed, -trembled, twisted his legs in the brown -trousers too big for him, and replied in -gulps: "O sir! Yes, sir." Whereby -his annals begin.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span>This perfectly amazing luck befell towards -the end of May. Mr. Hoggett, -going home, beckoned him, took him -into a little eating-house, sat him down, -paid for a huge order, and departed. -"There's a couple o' lion cubs hinside -wot ought to be your westcot, needs 'am -and heggs. Fill 'em full; and mind you -come to-morrow at a quarter to ight. -I'll 'ave no lyzy lubbers alongside o' me." -With which fierce farewell, and disdaining -thanks, Mr. Hoggett faded wholly -away.</p> - -<p>Hughey, half-dazed, sat at a table -alone, sniffing celestial fragrances from -the rear, with the joy in his breast jumping -like a live creature in a box. To -quiet it, while he waited, he took up a -torn journal which was lying on the nearest -chair. At first, what he read seemed -to have no meaning, but when some -moments had passed, still odorous only, -and non-flavorous, Hughey's collected -and intelligent eye had taken in the dramatic -political crisis, the stocks, the African -news, the prospects of Irish literature, -and the latest London wife-beating. On -the advertisement page, one especial paragraph<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span> -in sensational print rooted his attention. -This was it:—</p> - -<blockquote> - -<p>"SERVANTS AND APPRENTICES, -ATTENTION! Here is the best Chance of -your lives. It will Never come again. <i>Trade -with us, and you lay the</i> FOUNDATION <i>of -your</i> FORTUNE! With every sixpenny worth -of goods bought of us on any Saturday night, -we give a COUPON on the Ninth anti-Sassenach -Bank of Belfast. <i>Fifty of these</i> entitle -the Bearer at the end of the year to a gift of -TEN POUNDS IN GOLD!! Honesty -the best Policy our motto. Best Material at -Lowest Prices; come and see. <i>Do not Neglect -your own</i> <span class="smcap">Good</span>. McClutch & Gullim, Linen-drapers, -No. 19— —— St."</p></blockquote> - -<p>Hughey, the innocent prospective capitalist, -took a stubby pencil from the only -sound pocket in his habiliments, and began -to figure on the margin of the paper; -for he had an inspiration. "Mother -would be thundherin' rich!" was what -flashed into his mind. Before he had -done with his emergency arithmetic, ham -and eggs, with all their shining train, -were set before him. With them, he -gallantly swallowed his conscience, for -Hughey, like a nobler Roman before him,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span> -was resolving to be gloriously false, and, -for piety's sake, to trade his soul. He -foresaw vaguely that he would not be allowed, -out of his royal wages of three -shillings, to spend full half every Saturday -night, at McClutch and Gullim's; -yet to do it was the imperative thing now, -and that he felt impelled to do it was his -own super-private business, and his warrant. -Therefore would he keep his -secret close, and make what excuse he -might. He could not even think of asking -advice; how should any one else be -able to realize how he must act towards -his mother? The angels had given her -into his hands; and he knew at last -what was to be done for her. She should -be rich and gay, and have a coach, perhaps, -like a real lady; and Danny should -have a goat, and a sash with stripes in it, -like the little twin Finnegans; and the -Misses Honora and Winifrid O'Kinsella -should walk abroad with parasols! -Proper manœuvring now would fetch -twenty-five pounds sterling next summer. -But he would hide away what he -bought, and never tell until the beatific -hour when his mother should have the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span> -money, and the linen, and the truth about -them, all together!</p> - -<p>Hughey went home in a series of -hops and whirls, like a kitten's. He -brought a flood of riotous sunshine in -with him. It was supper-time; the -children had each a ha'penny bun, and -some tea. Mrs. O'Kinsella was lying -down, with an ache between her lungs -and her spine, after a long day's lifting -and scrubbing. She felt the good news, -before the child spoke. "O mother! -'tis the most illigant thing's happened: -ye niver heard the loike." Hughey's -pale comely little face was radiant.</p> - -<p>"Phwhere is ut, and phwhat d'ye get, -dear?" Then Hughey screwed up his -courage, and told his only, his masterly -lie: "North Wall, mother; and a shillin' -and six every week." "A shillin' and -six!" shrieked Nora. "O Hughey!" -But the critic for whose opinion he cared -was not quite so enraptured. She smiled, -and praised him, but took it too tamely, -her son thought. However, he reflected -that she little knew the felicities in store.</p> - -<p>In the morning, his career began, and -it maintained itself with vigor, inasmuch<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span> -as by the autumn he was of real value to -his employers. He had many duties -and some trusts. His orders all came -directly from the benevolent bluff Mr. -Hoggett, or from his mild reflection and -under-study, a small, bald, capable head-clerk -from the north, who was known -as Jibtopsails; for what reason, Hughey -could never divine, unless it was that his -ears were uncommonly large and flapping. -Jibtopsails sent him here and there with -parcels and messages, and he had been -faithful; he had made no grave mistake -yet, nor had he been unpunctual. But -every Saturday of his life saw him posing -as a purchaser at 19— —— Street, where -a hard-featured old woman, supposed -mother of the supposed junior partner, -served him always with the same ironically -deferent, "Good day, sir; and what -can I show you?" Jibtopsails inquired -occasionally after the health of Hughey's -family, particularly after Hughey had -told him that Mrs. O'Kinsella was not so -well as she used to be. For the rest, the -sympathy of that gentle cynic made the -child's blood run cold: he had such a -paralyzing fear that Jibtopsails might call<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span> -there at the house, and talk to his mother, -and say something about three shillings -a week! Kind people in the parish, if -they knew, would bring her in wood, and -coal, and wine; but again, in the hallucination -of his jealous determined heart, the -boy prayed passionately that they might -not know, and that he alone should be the -deliverer. The dread of his secret being -found out, little by little made his life intolerable. -He had grown older since he -had that to cherish in his bosom, and it -seemed less delicious than while as yet it -was nothing but a dream.</p> - -<p>His mother broke down, and could -toil no longer. Mrs. Drogan, who lived -downstairs, began to come up with her -mending, and sit between the bed and -the window. Nora was clever, for so -young a girl; but she stumbled a great -deal in her roomy charity boots, and had -to be scolded for awkwardness by Mrs. -Drogan, who had brought up sixteen -rebels, and was disposed to command. -As for Winny and Dan, they made a -noise, and therefore had to be exiled to -the street, foul and dangerous as it was, -almost all day, while the invalid slept the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span> -sleep of utter exhaustion. It occurred -often to Hughey, and with increasing -force, that to secure a future good, he -was doing a very vicious wrong; that it -would be far better for his mother to -have the money now, to provide comforts -and make her well, than for her to -do without it now, and be too feeble in -consequence to enjoy it when it would -come, all in a lump. Heavy and sharp -was this dilemma to the little fellow, as he -labelled the great bales, or set Mr. Hoggett's -dusted ledgers back on their shelves. -"Phwhat ought I be doin'?" he would -groan aloud, when he was alone. If he -confessed to his mother, and handed over -hereafter the total of his wages, there was -an end to the big income sprouting and -budding wondrously at Belfast, the income -which would be hers yet, with ever -so little patience. But if he should not -confess, and, meanwhile, if she should not -recover,—what would all the world's -wealth be then to poor Hughey?</p> - -<p>October was damp and dispiriting; -Mrs. O'Kinsella coughed more, but apparently -suffered little. Hughey still -brought her, week by week, his pittance<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span> -of a shilling and sixpence. Ill as she was, -her alert instinct divined that something -ailed him; she pitied him, and worried -about him, and kissed his tears away with a -blessing, very often. Doctor Nugent was -called in for the first time, one rainy -noon. He told Mrs. Drogan, laconically, -that his patient was going to die, -and stopped her gesture of remonstrance. -"Say nothing to those children of hers," -he added, aside, on the threshold; "there -is no immediate need of it, and the eldest -looks melancholy enough without it."</p> - -<p>But the eldest was at his elbow. With a -still ardor painful to see, he raised himself -close to the tall doctor, and whispered into -his ear. "Phwhat wud save me mother? -Wudn't money do it, MONEY?" -The boy looked so thrillingly, impressively -earnest that the doctor rose to the -occasion. "Perhaps! That is, a winter -in France or Italy might delay the -end. But dear me! how on earth—" -His voice wavered, and he hurried down.</p> - -<p>On the way back to the office, Hughey -crossed Augier Street, and stalked into -McClutch and Gullim's. He had business -with the old woman, imminent business.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span> -Would the Ninth anti-Sassenach -Bank of Belfast advance half of an -annual interest? that is, would they allow -him, Hugh O'Kinsella of Dublin, -merchant's errand-boy, what was due on -his receipts of purchases up to date? -He found that circumstances over which -he had no control prevented his waiting -until May: please might he draw out the -eleven odd pounds now? The old woman -had recently had other queries of that -nature, which proved that the victims -were getting restless; that it would soon -be advisable, in short, to strike camp, -and betake herself and her nefarious concerns -to Leeds or Manchester. Her sourness -vented itself promptly on Hughey. -Decidedly, the Ninth anti-Sassenach Bank -would do nothing of the sort; it was -against the rules; it never advanced cash -except in case of death, when coupons -from McClutch and Gullim's would hold -good for a life-insurance policy to the -corpse's relatives. "And now g'long to -the divil wid ye, ye limb!" concluded -Mrs. Gullim, in a burst of vernacular -indignation.</p> - -<p>Hughey fairly reeled out to the pavement,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span> -with wheels humming in his brain, -and a large triangular rock, sharper than -knives and smeared with poison (a not -unfamiliar rock, of late), lodged in the -middle of his throat. As he turned -down the windy North Wall, among -the sleek cattle waiting for exportation, -and pushed open the warehouse door -by the Liffey, Jibtopsails took his pen -from behind his capacious ear, and peered -over his spectacles.</p> - -<p>"<i>Cead mille failthe, Brian Boruihme!</i> -and how is the royal fam——." He got -no further; the young face opposite was -so awry with the spirit's mortal anguish -that Jibtopsails was truly sorry he had -tried to be jocose. It was almost a first -offence.</p> - -<p>And now, with much introspection, -and heart-searching, and resolve, Hughey's -tragedy gathered itself together. On -Sunday, after church, he had occasion -to go out of town. As he wished to -deal with Nora, he offered to give her a -ride on the tram: a species of entertainment -which she accepted with enthusiasm. -When they were at the end of -their route, they set forth on foot, up-hill,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span> -over two miles of exquisite moorland, to -the house of the retired first mate of the -Grace Greeley, who was summoned by -the firm of Hoggett as witness in a lawsuit. -Nora was in her usual spirits, and -her brother tried to wait until they should -show signs of flagging. O the heavenly -freedom of the country! the pleasant -smell of damp leaves! But Hughey's -heart would not rise. As they passed -the sheep-folds, the pretty huddled creatures -made Nora laugh, standing still, -agape, in her blue faded frock; and he -grabbed her roughly by the arm, albeit -his sad forbearing tone was not rough. -"D'ye love me at all, Nora?"</p> - -<p>"That Oi do, Hughey O'Kinsella; -and ye needn't be scrunchin' of me to -foind ut out."</p> - -<p>"Nora!"</p> - -<p>"Phwhat is ut?"</p> - -<p>"There's somethin' Oi do be bound -to say to ye." A pause.</p> - -<p>"Can ye keep a secret?"</p> - -<p>"Shure, Oi can."</p> - -<p>"'Tis turrible."</p> - -<p>"Niver ye moind, Oi'll keep ut!" -said the loyal other.</p> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span>Hughey lifted his face to the sweet -blowy autumn afternoon, took breath, -and increased his pace. "Mother is -loike to be doyin' soon. Maybe ye -didn't hear o' that. But she cud live -a hunderd year if ut wasn't so cruel -poor we are. Oi've been a-thinkin' -wan reason of ut is she has too many -childher. 'Tis good little Rosy is with -the saints. Childher all eats and wears -clothes, and isn't much use. If mother -wasn't ill, there'd be nothin' the matther -wid me; we cud go on along, and -Oi'd have power to do the beautiful -things, Nora dear. Ye'd all be proud as -paycocks o' me whin next the cuckoo'll -be in the green bush down be the Barrow; -only mother wud be undher the -ground. So 'tis long before that Oi -must be doin' phwhat Oi'm meanin' to -do. Now's the toime for her to be -cured, and the toime for me to behave -the usefullest to her is to-morrow, just -afther Oi'm dead."</p> - -<p>The younger child was bewildered, -over-awed. "May the Lorrud have -mercy upon your sowl, Hughey!" she -murmured with vague solemnity, taking<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span> -in the legendary word "dead" and nothing -else. Her light feet ran unevenly -beside his, up the slope and down the -hollow, and over stiles and pasture-walls, -bright with their withering vines. She -was all ear when her brother began again, -irrelevantly and more softly, on his tremendous -theme, so old now to his -thoughts that he was conscious of no -solecism in the abrupt utterance of it. -"Whin ye dhrown, ye niver look bad at -a wake. A man kilt in the battle looks -bad, but not a dhrowned man. 'Tis -grand to be a marthyr to your counthry; -howsomiver, the guns isn't convanient, -and Oi must hould to the wather. The -rest Oi can't tell, becaze ye're a woman, -and wudn't undhersthand; but there's -pounds and pince in ut, and 'tis the -foine thing intoirely for mother." He -turned upon her his most searching gaze. -"Ye'll be constant and koind to her, -now? Ye'll be runnin' and bringin' her -a chair, and takin' the beef out o' your -mouth for her as long as ye live? -(Shure Oi forgot there's goin' to be tons -o' beef for yez all.) Promus me, Nora." -She looked at him, and her wide blue<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span> -eyes filled; and presently she sank down -all in a heap, her face in the grass, her -heels in the air. It looked like revolt; -but it was regret, or rather the utter -helplessness of either. The boy never -flinched. "Promus me, Nora." "Oh, -Oi do, brother Hughey, Oi do!" she -sobbed. He stood by her a moment, -then with firmness followed the path out -of sight, his slender withdrawing figure -significant against the sky.</p> - -<p>When he came back, the anxious -Nora was on the road, whence she -could see far and wide. Little was said -as they returned home, through ways -thickening with cabs and passers-by. -But skirting Dean Swift's dark Cathedral, -they heard the treble voices at evensong -in the choir, and the grave sweetness -of Tallis' old music seemed to thaw -Hughey's blood. He drew his sister -closer as they walked, and bent his curls -over her. He had received a fresh illumination -since he spoke last.</p> - -<p>"You're what mother needs," he whispered, -"and so's Dan, seein' he's no -bigger than a fairy. But Oi'd be betther -away, and so'd Winny, for the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span> -sake o' leavin' plenthy to eat and plenthy -o' room. Ye'll give me Winny in -her little coat whin Oi ax ye to-noight, -will ye, Nora?" The child glanced up -mournfully at her ruling genius, without -a word, but with a look of supernatural -submission. They went up the rickety -stairs, arm in arm.</p> - -<p>Mrs. O'Kinsella, who had had a trying -day, had just said to Mrs. Drogan, rising -with a view to supper for her husband: -"Oi'm of that moind meself. Johanna -Carr'd be a widdy contint in her ould -age, if she'd had childher, if she'd had a -son loike Hughey. Me blessid darlint! -he's gould an' dimonds. By the grace -o' God Almighty, Oi cud bow me head -if He tuk the rest away from me, but -He cudn't part me and the bhoy, me -and the bhoy." She began to cough -again.</p> - -<p>Her son asked to sit up late. "Oi'd -be writin', mother," he pleaded. Her -pride in him came to her poor thin -cheeks. "'Tis a Bard ye'll be yet, -loike the wans your father read about in -the histhory!" Hughey knew he had -been misunderstood; but trifles were<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span> -trifles, and must be ignored, now that -the hour of action had struck.</p> - -<p>Having taken off his shoes, he sat down -in the broken chair by the table, with his -pencil, and the paper which Jibtopsails -had given him. The inmates of the room -were all unconscious in half an hour, except -himself and Nora. She, in a fever -of excitement, kept vigil, lying as usual -since consumption had come openly under -their roof, between Winny and the baby. -Winny, dirty, hungry, and tired out -with dancing to a hurdy-gurdy, had -fallen asleep in her clothes. Nora did -not require her to undress. These were -the three letters which Hughey wrote.</p> - -<blockquote> -<p> -<i>Mr. Everard Hoggett, Limited.</i></p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Dear Sir</span>: Thank you for being kind to -me. I was fond of you. I hope you won't be -out of a boy long. There do be a very honest -boy named Mickey McGooley goes to my -school I used to go to. He has a iron foot, -but he is good-looking in the rest of him. I -think he would come if you asked him. Please -tell the other gentilmen I won't forget him -either.</p> - - -<p class="right"> -<span class="indent">Your respeckful friend,</span><br /> -<span class="smcap">Hugh</span>.</p> -</blockquote> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span></p> - -<blockquote> -<p><i>Ninth Anti-Sassenach Bank, Belfast, Ireland.</i></p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Sir</span>: My mother she is named Mrs. M. -O'Kinsella, will send you the papers from -McClutch and Gullim. As I will be dead you -pay my money please to her. I let you know -now so that it will be all rite. It began last -May 28th and stops Saturday, October 21st. -Yours truly, hoping you will send it soon,</p> - -<p class="right"> -<span class="indent">Yours,</span><br /> -<span class="smcap">H. O'Kinsella</span>.</p></blockquote> - -<blockquote> -<p class="right"><span class="indent1">11 —— <span class="smcap">St., Dublin</span>.</span><br /> -October 22nd, 1893.</p> - -<p><span class="smcap">Dear Mother</span>: You must cheer up and not -cough. You can go to France or somewhere. -You will find a heap of lengths of linen stuff in -a box under the steps of old Tom's shop. He -doesn't know about it. It is mine and the -nicest they is, and if you don't be wanting it, -you can sell it. Then you look in the lining -of Danny's cap, and find some bank papers, -and you send them to the Ninth anti-Sassenach -Bank in Belfast and it will send you nigh twelve -pound gold. You will find Winny and me by -Richmond Bridge, and it will not be so expencive -without us. I hope you won't be low for -me, for Nora says she will be good. Dear -mother, I dident know any other way to make -you happy and well at this present. Goodbye -from your loving son,</p> - -<p class="right"> -<span class="smcap">Hugh Cormac Fitzeustace Le Poer O'Kinsella</span>.</p></blockquote> - - - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span>After that laborious signature, he folded -and addressed the first two sheets, and -after a plunge into the recesses of his -pocket, stamped them. The last one he -slipped beneath his mother's pillow. He -looked at her wistfully, lying there on the -brink of all compensation, at last! She -turned over, and sighed feebly: "Go to -bed, Hughey dear." He did not dare -to kiss her, for fear she should become -wide awake. Back into the shadow he -shrank, and so remained a long time. A -dim sense of defeat stole over him, like -a draught through a crack, from a wind -which pushes vainly without. But he had -never in his life hugged any thought -whose interest centred in himself; and -immediately his whole being warmed -again with the remembrance that his defeat -meant victory for a life dearer to him -than his own. When the great bell outside -had struck two, he crept across the -room.</p> - -<p>"Is she ready, Nora?"</p> - -<p>"She is, Hughey."</p> - -<p>He stooped to the floor, and gathered -the drowsy body in his arms. On the -landing, one floor below, the little sister<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span> -cried aloud. "No, no, no, no!" he -crooned, in a passion of apprehension: -"Brother will show Winny the bright -moon."</p> - -<p>They came safely to the street; the -moon indeed was there, flooding the -world with splendor. When Nora had -buttoned Winny's coat, and the boy had -posted his letters, they took her by either -hand, and started.</p> - -<p>Hughey had planned out his difficult -campaign to the end, and his brain was -quiet and clear. Passing through Church -Street, he raised his hat with reverence, -as he had always done since he came to -Dublin, to a blank stone on the south -side in the ancient yard of Saint Michan's; -for under that stone, according to a tradition, -Robert Emmett's sentinel dust reposes. -There on the old Danish ground, -at the crisis, Winny's fiery Gaelic temper -came again to the fore. Struck with the -solitude and the dark, the dread faces of -unusual things, and jostled by the wind -which pounced at her from its corner lair -on the north bank of the river, she hung -back and rebelled. "Let me go, let me—go! -Hughey! Oh!..." The little<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[Pg 121]</a></span> -silver lisp arose in very real, in irresistible -alarm.</p> - -<p>Never once, in all his mistaken planning, -had Hughey paused to consider -that she had a voice in the matter. If -she were unwilling to die for his dearest, -why, what right had he, Hughey, -though scornful and disappointed because -of it, to compel her? After all, -she was only seven, and silly! He -looked at Nora over the capped head -between them. Then he fetched a deep, -deep sigh, and the tears came to his eyelids, -burned, and dried.</p> - -<p>They went on, ever slower; and at -Richmond Bridge Hughey spoke to -Winny, as he felt that he could do at -last, tenderly, and even with humorous -understanding. "Now 'tis the end o' -your walk, an' ye'll trot home wid Nora, -and niver moind me at all, dear. Some -day she'll be tellin' ye phwhat ye missed." -But to Nora herself he said softly:</p> - -<p>"Take care o' mother, mavourneen."</p> - -<p>"Oi will, Hughey."</p> - -<p>She kissed him twice; her smooth -cheek against his was cold as a shell. He -made a gesture of dismissal, which she<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[Pg 122]</a></span> -did not disobey; and he watched them go, -without further sign. The two childish -figures were swallowed by the blue-black -shadows, and the pavement under their -naked feet gave forth no receding sounds. -Yet Hughey, bereft of them so quickly -and utterly, listened, listened, tiptoeing to -the central arch of the bridge.</p> - -<p>The autumnal Sabbath breath of the -slumbering capital floated in a faint white -mist against the brick and stone. Every -high point was alive with light: the masts -in port, the roof of the King's Inns, the -Park, the top of the Nelson monument, -the Castle standard, the nigh summits -of the gracious Wicklow hills. Below -were the dim line of Liffey bridges, processional -to the sea, and the sad friendly -wash of the chilly water. Clear of any -regret or self-pity, he would have his farewell -grave and calm, and he would set out -with the sign of faith. So he knelt down, -in prayer, for a moment, and with his eyes -still closed, dropped forward.</p> - -<p>In another eternal instant, he came -into the air. He had a confused sense of -being glad for Winny, and otherwise quite -satisfied and thankful. There, next the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[Pg 123]</a></span> -wall, was a rotten abandoned raft, a chance -of life within clutch; he saw it, and -smiled. Then Hughey sank, and the -black ebb-tide took him.</p> - -<p>Nora's knowledge, meanwhile, was too -torturing to be borne. No sooner had -she left her brother than she caught the -heavy little one into her slight arms, and -ran. Breathless, and choked with sorrow, -she told her mother all she knew, -and roused the Drogans, who in turn -called up the Smiths, the Fays, the Holahans, -the McCarthys. From right and -left the neighbors swarmed forth on a -vain and too familiar trail: the Spirit of -Poverty flying unmercifully ever to the -rescue of her own, she</p> - -<blockquote> -<p> -——"that would upon the rack of this rough world<br /> -Stretch them out longer." -</p></blockquote> - -<hr class="tb" /> - -<p>Two of Hughey's letters had to go undelivered: -one belonging to a corporation -which never existed, and one to a heartbroken -woman who set sail for the Isles -of Healing, before the dawn.</p> - - -<p class="center">THE END.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - - -<p class="center"><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[Pg 124]</a></span>THIS BOOK HAS BEEN PRINTED DURING<br /> -DECEMBER 1895 BY JOHN WILSON AND<br /> -SON OF CAMBRIDGE MASSACHUSETTS</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="chapter"> - -<p class="center"><strong>FOOTNOTES:</strong></p> - -<div class="footnote"> - -<p><a name="Footnote_1_1" id="Footnote_1_1"></a><a href="#FNanchor_1_1"><span class="label">[1]</span></a> Katharine Tynan Hinkson.</p></div></div> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="transnote"> -<p class="center"><strong>TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES:</strong></p> - -<p>Obvious spelling and punctuation errors have been standardized.<br /> -<br /> -This eBook is dedicated to the memory of Emmy Miller.</p></div> - - - - - - - - - -<pre> - - - - - -End of Project Gutenberg's Lovers' Saint Ruth's, by Louise Imogen Guiney - -*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LOVERS' SAINT RUTH'S *** - -***** This file should be named 55601-h.htm or 55601-h.zip ***** -This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: - http://www.gutenberg.org/5/5/6/0/55601/ - -Produced by Emmy, David E. 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