"Aye, lad, th" old tale; but I shall get it done," said Adam, looking up and casting one of his bright keen glances at his brother. "Why, what"s the matter with thee? Thee"t in trouble."
Seth"s eyes were red, and there was a look of deep depression on his mild face.
"Yes, Addy, but it"s what must be borne, and can"t be helped. Why, thee"st never been to the school, then?"
"School? No, that screw can wait," said Adam, hammering away again.
"Let me take my turn now, and do thee go to bed," said Seth.
"No, lad, I"d rather go on, now I"m in harness. Thee"t help me to carry it to Brox"on when it"s done. I"ll call thee up at sunrise. Go and eat thy supper, and shut the door so as I mayn"t hear Mother"s talk."
Seth knew that Adam always meant what he said, and was not to be persuaded into meaning anything else. So he turned, with rather a heavy heart, into the house-place.
"Adam"s niver touched a bit o" victual sin" home he"s come," said Lisbeth. "I reckon thee"st hed thy supper at some o" thy Methody folks."
"Nay, Mother," said Seth, "I"ve had no supper yet."
"Come, then," said Lisbeth, "but donna thee ate the taters, for Adam "ull happen ate "em if I leave "em stannin". He loves a bit o" taters an" gravy. But he"s been so sore an" angered, he wouldn"t ate "em, for all I"d putten "em by o" purpose for him. An" he"s been a-threatenin" to go away again," she went on, whimpering, "an" I"m fast sure he"ll go some dawnin" afore I"m up, an" niver let me know aforehand, an" he"ll niver come back again when once he"s gone. An" I"d better niver ha" had a son, as is like no other body"s son for the deftness an" th" handiness, an" so looked on by th" grit folks, an" tall an" upright like a poplar-tree, an" me to be parted from him an" niver see "m no more."
"Come, Mother, donna grieve thyself in vain," said Seth, in a soothing voice. "Thee"st not half so good reason to think as Adam "ull go away as to think he"ll stay with thee. He may say such a thing when he"s in wrath--and he"s got excuse for being wrathful sometimes--but his heart "ud never let him go. Think how he"s stood by us all when it"s been none so easy--paying his savings to free me from going for a soldier, an" turnin" his earnin"s into wood for father, when he"s got plenty o" uses for his money, and many a young man like him "ud ha" been married and settled before now. He"ll never turn round and knock down his own work, and forsake them as it"s been the labour of his life to stand by."
"Donna talk to me about"s marr"in"," said Lisbeth, crying afresh. "He"s set"s heart on that Hetty Sorrel, as "ull niver save a penny, an" "ull toss up her head at"s old mother. An" to think as he might ha" Mary Burge, an" be took partners, an" be a big man wi" workmen under him, like Mester Burge--Dolly"s told me so o"er and o"er again--if it warna as he"s set"s heart on that bit of a wench, as is o" no more use nor the gillyflower on the wall. An" he so wise at bookin" an" figurin", an" not to know no better nor that!"
"But, Mother, thee know"st we canna love just where other folks "ud have us. There"s n.o.body but G.o.d can control the heart of man. I could ha" wished myself as Adam could ha" made another choice, but I wouldn"t reproach him for what he can"t help. And I"m not sure but what he tries to o"ercome it. But it"s a matter as he doesn"t like to be spoke to about, and I can only pray to the Lord to bless and direct him."
"Aye, thee"t allays ready enough at prayin", but I donna see as thee gets much wi" thy prayin". Thee wotna get double earnin"s o" this side Yule. Th" Methodies "ll niver make thee half the man thy brother is, for all they"re a-makin" a preacher on thee."
"It"s partly truth thee speak"st there, Mother," said Seth, mildly; "Adam"s far before me, an"s done more for me than I can ever do for him. G.o.d distributes talents to every man according as He sees good. But thee mustna undervally prayer. Prayer mayna bring money, but it brings us what no money can buy--a power to keep from sin and be content with G.o.d"s will, whatever He may please to send. If thee wouldst pray to G.o.d to help thee, and trust in His goodness, thee wouldstna be so uneasy about things."
"Unaisy? I"m i" th" right on"t to be unaisy. It"s well seen on THEE what it is niver to be unaisy. Thee"t gi" away all thy earnin"s, an" niver be unaisy as thee"st nothin" laid up again" a rainy day. If Adam had been as aisy as thee, he"d niver ha" had no money to pay for thee. Take no thought for the morrow--take no thought--that"s what thee"t allays sayin"; an" what comes on"t? Why, as Adam has to take thought for thee."
"Those are the words o" the Bible, Mother," said Seth. "They don"t mean as we should be idle. They mean we shouldn"t be overanxious and worreting ourselves about what"ll happen to-morrow, but do our duty and leave the rest to G.o.d"s will."
"Aye, aye, that"s the way wi" thee: thee allays makes a peck o" thy own words out o" a pint o" the Bible"s. I donna see how thee"t to know as "take no thought for the morrow" means all that. An" when the Bible"s such a big book, an" thee canst read all thro"t, an" ha" the pick o" the texes, I canna think why thee dostna pick better words as donna mean so much more nor they say. Adam doesna pick a that"n; I can understan" the tex as he"s allays a-sayin", "G.o.d helps them as helps theirsens.""
"Nay, Mother," said Seth, "that"s no text o" the Bible. It comes out of a book as Adam picked up at the stall at Treddles"on. It was wrote by a knowing man, but overworldly, I doubt. However, that saying"s partly true; for the Bible tells us we must be workers together with G.o.d."
"Well, how"m I to know? It sounds like a tex. But what"s th" matter wi" th" lad? Thee"t hardly atin" a bit o" supper. Dostna mean to ha" no more nor that bit o" oat-cake? An" thee lookst as white as a flick o" new bacon. What"s th" matter wi" thee?"
"Nothing to mind about, Mother; I"m not hungry. I"ll just look in at Adam again, and see if he"ll let me go on with the coffin."
"Ha" a drop o" warm broth?" said Lisbeth, whose motherly feeling now got the better of her "nattering" habit. "I"ll set two-three sticks a-light in a minute."
"Nay, Mother, thank thee; thee"t very good," said Seth, gratefully; and encouraged by this touch of tenderness, he went on: "Let me pray a bit with thee for Father, and Adam, and all of us--it"ll comfort thee, happen, more than thee thinkst."
"Well, I"ve nothin" to say again" it."
Lisbeth, though disposed always to take the negative side in her conversations with Seth, had a vague sense that there was some comfort and safety in the fact of his piety, and that it somehow relieved her from the trouble of any spiritual transactions on her own behalf.
So the mother and son knelt down together, and Seth prayed for the poor wandering father and for those who were sorrowing for him at home. And when he came to the pet.i.tion that Adam might never be called to set up his tent in a far country, but that his mother might be cheered and comforted by his presence all the days of her pilgrimage, Lisbeth"s ready tears flowed again, and she wept aloud.
When they rose from their knees, Seth went to Adam again and said, "Wilt only lie down for an hour or two, and let me go on the while?"
"No, Seth, no. Make Mother go to bed, and go thyself."
Meantime Lisbeth had dried her eyes, and now followed Seth, holding something in her hands. It was the brown-and-yellow platter containing the baked potatoes with the gravy in them and bits of meat which she had cut and mixed among them. Those were dear times, when wheaten bread and fresh meat were delicacies to working people. She set the dish down rather timidly on the bench by Adam"s side and said, "Thee canst pick a bit while thee"t workin". I"ll bring thee another drop o" water."
"Aye, Mother, do," said Adam, kindly; "I"m getting very thirsty."
In half an hour all was quiet; no sound was to be heard in the house but the loud ticking of the old day-clock and the ringing of Adam"s tools. The night was very still: when Adam opened the door to look out at twelve o"clock, the only motion seemed to be in the glowing, twinkling stars; every blade of gra.s.s was asleep.
Bodily haste and exertion usually leave our thoughts very much at the mercy of our feelings and imagination; and it was so to-night with Adam. While his muscles were working l.u.s.tily, his mind seemed as pa.s.sive as a spectator at a diorama: scenes of the sad past, and probably sad future, floating before him and giving place one to the other in swift succession.
He saw how it would be to-morrow morning, when he had carried the coffin to Broxton and was at home again, having his breakfast: his father perhaps would come in ashamed to meet his son"s glance--would sit down, looking older and more tottering than he had done the morning before, and hang down his head, examining the floor-quarries; while Lisbeth would ask him how he supposed the coffin had been got ready, that he had slinked off and left undone--for Lisbeth was always the first to utter the word of reproach, although she cried at Adam"s severity towards his father.
"So it will go on, worsening and worsening," thought Adam; "there"s no slipping uphill again, and no standing still when once you "ve begun to slip down." And then the day came back to him when he was a little fellow and used to run by his father"s side, proud to be taken out to work, and prouder still to hear his father boasting to his fellow-workmen how "the little chap had an uncommon notion o" carpentering." What a fine active fellow his father was then! When people asked Adam whose little lad he was, he had a sense of distinction as he answered, "I"m Thias Bede"s lad." He was quite sure everybody knew Thias Bede--didn"t he make the wonderful pigeon-house at Broxton parsonage? Those were happy days, especially when Seth, who was three years the younger, began to go out working too, and Adam began to be a teacher as well as a learner. But then came the days of sadness, when Adam was someway on in his teens, and Thias began to loiter at the public-houses, and Lisbeth began to cry at home, and to pour forth her plaints in the hearing of her sons. Adam remembered well the night of shame and anguish when he first saw his father quite wild and foolish, shouting a song out fitfully among his drunken companions at the "Waggon Overthrown." He had run away once when he was only eighteen, making his escape in the morning twilight with a little blue bundle over his shoulder, and his "mensuration book" in his pocket, and saying to himself very decidedly that he could bear the vexations of home no longer--he would go and seek his fortune, setting up his stick at the crossways and bending his steps the way it fell. But by the time he got to Stoniton, the thought of his mother and Seth, left behind to endure everything without him, became too importunate, and his resolution failed him. He came back the next day, but the misery and terror his mother had gone through in those two days had haunted her ever since.
"No!" Adam said to himself to-night, "that must never happen again. It "ud make a poor balance when my doings are cast up at the last, if my poor old mother stood o" the wrong side. My back"s broad enough and strong enough; I should be no better than a coward to go away and leave the troubles to be borne by them as aren"t half so able. "They that are strong ought to bear the infirmities of those that are weak, and not to please themselves." There"s a text wants no candle to show"t; it shines by its own light. It"s plain enough you get into the wrong road i" this life if you run after this and that only for the sake o" making things easy and pleasant to yourself. A pig may poke his nose into the trough and think o" nothing outside it; but if you"ve got a man"s heart and soul in you, you can"t be easy a-making your own bed an" leaving the rest to lie on the stones. Nay, nay, I"ll never slip my neck out o" the yoke, and leave the load to be drawn by the weak uns. Father"s a sore cross to me, an"s likely to be for many a long year to come. What then? I"ve got th" health, and the limbs, and the sperrit to bear it."
At this moment a smart rap, as if with a willow wand, was given at the house door, and Gyp, instead of barking, as might have been expected, gave a loud howl. Adam, very much startled, went at once to the door and opened it. Nothing was there; all was still, as when he opened it an hour before; the leaves were motionless, and the light of the stars showed the placid fields on both sides of the brook quite empty of visible life. Adam walked round the house, and still saw nothing except a rat which darted into the woodshed as he pa.s.sed. He went in again, wondering; the sound was so peculiar that the moment he heard it it called up the image of the willow wand striking the door. He could not help a little shudder, as he remembered how often his mother had told him of just such a sound coming as a sign when some one was dying. Adam was not a man to be gratuitously superst.i.tious, but he had the blood of the peasant in him as well as of the artisan, and a peasant can no more help believing in a traditional superst.i.tion than a horse can help trembling when he sees a camel. Besides, he had that mental combination which is at once humble in the region of mystery and keen in the region of knowledge: it was the depth of his reverence quite as much as his hard common sense which gave him his disinclination to doctrinal religion, and he often checked Seth"s argumentative spiritualism by saying, "Eh, it"s a big mystery; thee know"st but little about it." And so it happened that Adam was at once penetrating and credulous. If a new building had fallen down and he had been told that this was a divine judgment, he would have said, "May be; but the bearing o" the roof and walls wasn"t right, else it wouldn"t ha" come down"; yet he believed in dreams and prognostics, and to his dying day he bated his breath a little when he told the story of the stroke with the willow wand. I tell it as he told it, not attempting to reduce it to its natural elements--in our eagerness to explain impressions, we often lose our hold of the sympathy that comprehends them.
But he had the best antidote against imaginative dread in the necessity for getting on with the coffin, and for the next ten minutes his hammer was ringing so uninterruptedly, that other sounds, if there were any, might well be overpowered. A pause came, however, when he had to take up his ruler, and now again came the strange rap, and again Gyp howled. Adam was at the door without the loss of a moment; but again all was still, and the starlight showed there was nothing but the dew-laden gra.s.s in front of the cottage.
Adam for a moment thought uncomfortably about his father; but of late years he had never come home at dark hours from Treddleston, and there was every reason for believing that he was then sleeping off his drunkenness at the "Waggon Overthrown." Besides, to Adam, the conception of the future was so inseparable from the painful image of his father that the fear of any fatal accident to him was excluded by the deeply infixed fear of his continual degradation. The next thought that occurred to him was one that made him slip off his shoes and tread lightly upstairs, to listen at the bedroom doors. But both Seth and his mother were breathing regularly.
Adam came down and set to work again, saying to himself, "I won"t open the door again. It"s no use staring about to catch sight of a sound. Maybe there"s a world about us as we can"t see, but th" ear"s quicker than the eye and catches a sound from"t now and then. Some people think they get a sight on"t too, but they"re mostly folks whose eyes are not much use to "em at anything else. For my part, I think it"s better to see when your perpendicular"s true than to see a ghost."
Such thoughts as these are apt to grow stronger and stronger as daylight quenches the candles and the birds begin to sing. By the time the red sunlight shone on the bra.s.s nails that formed the initials on the lid of the coffin, any lingering foreboding from the sound of the willow wand was merged in satisfaction that the work was done and the promise redeemed. There was no need to call Seth, for he was already moving overhead, and presently came downstairs.
"Now, lad," said Adam, as Seth made his appearance, "the coffin"s done, and we can take it over to Brox"on, and be back again before half after six. I"ll take a mouthful o" oat-cake, and then we"ll be off."
The coffin was soon propped on the tall shoulders of the two brothers, and they were making their way, followed close by Gyp, out of the little woodyard into the lane at the back of the house. It was but about a mile and a half to Broxton over the opposite slope, and their road wound very pleasantly along lanes and across fields, where the pale woodbines and the dog-roses were scenting the hedgerows, and the birds were twittering and trilling in the tall leafy boughs of oak and elm. It was a strangely mingled picture--the fresh youth of the summer morning, with its Edenlike peace and loveliness, the stalwart strength of the two brothers in their rusty working clothes, and the long coffin on their shoulders. They paused for the last time before a small farmhouse outside the village of Broxton. By six o"clock the task was done the coffin nailed down, and Adam and Seth were on their way home. They chose a shorter way homewards, which would take them across the fields and the brook in front of the house. Adam had not mentioned to Seth what had happened in the night, but he still retained sufficient impression from it himself to say, "Seth, lad, if Father isn"t come home by the time we"ve had our breakfast, I think it"ll be as well for thee to go over to Treddles"on and look after him, and thee canst get me the bra.s.s wire I want. Never mind about losing an hour at thy work; we can make that up. What dost say?"
"I"m willing," said Seth. "But see what clouds have gathered since we set out. I"m thinking we shall have more rain. It"ll be a sore time for th" haymaking if the meadows are flooded again. The brook"s fine and full now: another day"s rain "ud cover the plank, and we should have to go round by the road."
They were coming across the valley now, and had entered the pasture through which the brook ran.
"Why, what"s that sticking against the willow?" continued Seth, beginning to walk faster. Adam"s heart rose to his mouth: the vague anxiety about his father was changed into a great dread. He made no answer to Seth, but ran forward preceded by Gyp, who began to bark uneasily; and in two moments he was at the bridge.
This was what the omen meant, then! And the grey-haired father, of whom he had thought with a sort of hardness a few hours ago, as certain to live to be a thorn in his side was perhaps even then struggling with that watery death! This was the first thought that flashed through Adam"s conscience, before he had time to seize the coat and drag out the tall heavy body. Seth was already by his side, helping him, and when they had it on the bank, the two sons in the first moment knelt and looked with mute awe at the glazed eyes, forgetting that there was need for action--forgetting everything but that their father lay dead before them. Adam was the first to speak.
"I"ll run to Mother," he said, in a loud whisper. "I"ll be back to thee in a minute."
Poor Lisbeth was busy preparing her sons" breakfast, and their porridge was already steaming on the fire. Her kitchen always looked the pink of cleanliness, but this morning she was more than usually bent on making her hearth and breakfast-table look comfortable and inviting.
"The lads "ull be fine an" hungry," she said, half-aloud, as she stirred the porridge. "It"s a good step to Brox"on, an" it"s hungry air o"er the hill--wi" that heavy coffin too. Eh! It"s heavier now, wi" poor Bob Tholer in"t. Howiver, I"ve made a drap more porridge nor common this mornin". The feyther "ull happen come in arter a bit. Not as he"ll ate much porridge. He swallers sixpenn"orth o" ale, an" saves a hap"orth o" por-ridge--that"s his way o" layin" by money, as I"ve told him many a time, an" am likely to tell him again afore the day"s out. Eh, poor mon, he takes it quiet enough; there"s no denyin" that."
But now Lisbeth heard the heavy "thud" of a running footstep on the turf, and, turning quickly towards the door, she saw Adam enter, looking so pale and overwhelmed that she screamed aloud and rushed towards him before he had time to speak.
"Hush, Mother," Adam said, rather hoa.r.s.ely, "don"t be frightened. Father"s tumbled into the water. Belike we may bring him round again. Seth and me are going to carry him in. Get a blanket and make it hot as the fire."
In reality Adam was convinced that his father was dead but he knew there was no other way of repressing his mother"s impetuous wailing grief than by occupying her with some active task which had hope in it.
He ran back to Seth, and the two sons lifted the sad burden in heart-stricken silence. The wide-open glazed eyes were grey, like Seth"s, and had once looked with mild pride on the boys before whom Thias had lived to hang his head in shame. Seth"s chief feeling was awe and distress at this sudden s.n.a.t.c.hing away of his father"s soul; but Adam"s mind rushed back over the past in a flood of relenting and pity. When death, the great Reconciler, has come, it is never our tenderness that we repent of, but our severity.
Chapter V.
The Rector.
BEFORE twelve o"clock there had been some heavy storms of rain, and the water lay in deep gutters on the sides of the gravel walks in the garden of Broxton Parsonage; the great Provence roses had been cruelly tossed by the wind and beaten by the rain, and all the delicate-stemmed border flowers had been dashed down and stained with the wet soil. A melancholy morning--because it was nearly time hay-harvest should begin, and instead of that the meadows were likely to be flooded.
But people who have pleasant homes get indoor enjoyments that they would never think of but for the rain. If it had not been a wet morning, Mr. Irwine would not have been in the dining-room playing at chess with his mother, and he loves both his mother and chess quite well enough to pa.s.s some cloudy hours very easily by their help. Let me take you into that dining-room and show you the Rev. Adolphus Irwine, Rector of Broxton, Vicar of Hayslope, and Vicar of Blythe, a pluralist at whom the severest Church reformer would have found it difficult to look sour. We will enter very softly and stand still in the open doorway, without awaking the glossy-brown setter who is stretched across the hearth, with her two puppies beside her; or the pug, who is dozing, with his black muzzle aloft, like a sleepy president.
The room is a large and lofty one, with an ample mullioned oriel window at one end; the walls, you see, are new, and not yet painted; but the furniture, though originally of an expensive sort, is old and scanty, and there is no drapery about the window. The crimson cloth over the large dining-table is very threadbare, though it contrasts pleasantly enough with the dead hue of the plaster on the walls; but on this cloth there is a ma.s.sive silver waiter with a decanter of water on it, of the same pattern as two larger ones that are propped up on the sideboard with a coat of arms conspicuous in their centre. You suspect at once that the inhabitants of this room have inherited more blood than wealth, and would not be surprised to find that Mr. Irwine had a finely cut nostril and upper lip; but at present we can only see that he has a broad flat back and an abundance of powdered hair, all thrown backward and tied behind with a black ribbon--a bit of conservatism in costume which tells you that he is not a young man. He will perhaps turn round by and by, and in the meantime we can look at that stately old lady, his mother, a beautiful aged brunette, whose rich-toned complexion is well set off by the complex wrappings of pure white cambric and lace about her head and neck. She is as erect in her comely embonpoint as a statue of Ceres; and her dark face, with its delicate aquiline nose, firm proud mouth, and small, intense, black eye, is so keen and sarcastic in its expression that you instinctively subst.i.tute a pack of cards for the chess-men and imagine her telling your fortune. The small brown hand with which she is lifting her queen is laden with pearls, diamonds, and turquoises; and a large black veil is very carefully adjusted over the crown of her cap, and falls in sharp contrast on the white folds about her neck. It must take a long time to dress that old lady in the morning! But it seems a law of nature that she should be dressed so: she is clearly one of those children of royalty who have never doubted their right divine and never met with any one so absurd as to question it.
"There, Dauphin, tell me what that is!" says this magnificent old lady, as she deposits her queen very quietly and folds her arms. "I should be sorry to utter a word disagreeable to your feelings."
"Ah, you witch-mother, you sorceress! How is a Christian man to win a game off you? I should have sprinkled the board with holy water before we began. You"ve not won that game by fair means, now, so don"t pretend it."
"Yes, yes, that"s what the beaten have always said of great conquerors. But see, there"s the sunshine falling on the board, to show you more clearly what a foolish move you made with that p.a.w.n. Come, shall I give you another chance?"
"No, Mother, I shall leave you to your own conscience, now it"s clearing up. We must go and plash up the mud a little, mus"n"t we, Juno?" This was addressed to the brown setter, who had jumped up at the sound of the voices and laid her nose in an insinuating way on her master"s leg. "But I must go upstairs first and see Anne. I was called away to Tholer"s funeral just when I was going before."
"It"s of no use, child; she can"t speak to you. Kate says she has one of her worst headaches this morning."
"Oh, she likes me to go and see her just the same; she"s never too ill to care about that."
If you know how much of human speech is mere purposeless impulse or habit, you will not wonder when I tell you that this identical objection had been made, and had received the same kind of answer, many hundred times in the course of the fifteen years that Mr. Irwine"s sister Anne had been an invalid. Splendid old ladies, who take a long time to dress in the morning, have often slight sympathy with sickly daughters.
But while Mr. Irwine was still seated, leaning back in his chair and stroking Juno"s head, the servant came to the door and said, "If you please, sir, Joshua Rann wishes to speak with you, if you are at liberty."
"Let him be shown in here," said Mrs. Irwine, taking up her knitting. "I always like to hear what Mr. Rann has got to say. His shoes will be dirty, but see that he wipes them Carroll."
In two minutes Mr. Rann appeared at the door with very deferential bows, which, however, were far from conciliating Pug, who gave a sharp bark and ran across the room to reconnoitre the stranger"s legs; while the two puppies, regarding Mr. Rann"s prominent calf and ribbed worsted stockings from a more sensuous point of view, plunged and growled over them in great enjoyment. Meantime, Mr. Irwine turned round his chair and said, "Well, Joshua, anything the matter at Hayslope, that you"ve come over this damp morning? Sit down, sit down. Never mind the dogs; give them a friendly kick. Here, Pug, you rascal!"
It is very pleasant to see some men turn round; pleasant as a sudden rush of warm air in winter, or the flash of firelight in the chill dusk. Mr. Irwine was one of those men. He bore the same sort of resemblance to his mother that our loving memory of a friend"s face often bears to the face itself: the lines were all more generous, the smile brighter, the expression heartier. If the outline had been less finely cut, his face might have been called jolly; but that was not the right word for its mixture of bonhomie and distinction.
"Thank Your Reverence," answered Mr. Rann, endeavouring to look unconcerned about his legs, but shaking them alternately to keep off the puppies; "I"ll stand, if you please, as more becoming. I hope I see you an" Mrs. Irwine well, an" Miss Irwine--an" Miss Anne, I hope"s as well as usual."
"Yes, Joshua, thank you. You see how blooming my mother looks. She beats us younger people hollow. But what"s the matter?"
"Why, sir, I had to come to Brox"on to deliver some work, and I thought it but right to call and let you know the goins-on as there"s been i" the village, such as I hanna seen i" my time, and I"ve lived in it man and boy sixty year come St. Thomas, and collected th" Easter dues for Mr. Blick before Your Reverence come into the parish, and been at the ringin" o" every bell, and the diggin" o" every grave, and sung i" the choir long afore Bartle Ma.s.sey come from n.o.body knows where, wi" his counter-singin" and fine anthems, as puts everybody out but himself--one takin" it up after another like sheep a-bleatin" i" th" fold. I know what belongs to bein" a parish clerk, and I know as I should be wantin" i" respect to Your Reverence, an" church, an" king, if I was t" allow such goins-on wi"out speakin". I was took by surprise, an" knowed nothin" on it beforehand, an" I was so fl.u.s.tered, I was clean as if I"d lost my tools. I hanna slep" more nor four hour this night as is past an" gone; an" then it was nothin" but nightmare, as tired me worse nor wakin"."
"Why, what in the world is the matter, Joshua? Have the thieves been at the church lead again?"
"Thieves! No, sir--an" yet, as I may say, it is thieves, an" a-thievin" the church, too. It"s the Methodisses as is like to get th" upper hand i" th" parish, if Your Reverence an" His Honour, Squire Donnithorne, doesna think well to say the word an" forbid it. Not as I"m a-dictatin" to you, sir; I"m not forgettin" myself so far as to be wise above my betters. Howiver, whether I"m wise or no, that"s neither here nor there, but what I"ve got to say I say--as the young Methodis woman as is at Mester Poyser"s was a-preachin" an" a-prayin" on the Green last night, as sure as I"m a-stannin" afore Your Reverence now."
"Preaching on the Green!" said Mr. Irwine, looking surprised but quite serene. "What, that pale pretty young woman I"ve seen at Poyser"s? I saw she was a Methodist, or Quaker, or something of that sort, by her dress, but I didn"t know she was a preacher."
"It"s a true word as I say, sir," rejoined Mr. Rann, compressing his mouth into a semicircular form and pausing long enough to indicate three notes of exclamation. "She preached on the Green last night; an" she"s laid hold of Chad"s Bess, as the girl"s been i" fits welly iver sin"."
"Well, Bessy Cranage is a hearty-looking la.s.s; I daresay she"ll come round again, Joshua. Did anybody else go into fits?"
"No, sir, I canna say as they did. But there"s no knowin" what"ll come, if we"re t" have such preachin"s as that a-goin" on ivery week--there"ll be no livin" i" th" village. For them Methodisses make folks believe as if they take a mug o" drink extry, an" make theirselves a bit comfortable, they"ll have to go to h.e.l.l for"t as sure as they"re born. I"m not a tipplin" man nor a drunkard--n.o.body can say it on me--but I like a extry quart at Easter or Christmas time, as is nat"ral when we"re goin" the rounds a-singin", an" folks offer"t you for nothin"; or when I"m a-collectin" the dues; an" I like a pint wi" my pipe, an" a neighbourly chat at Mester Ca.s.son"s now an" then, for I was brought up i" the Church, thank G.o.d, an" ha" been a parish clerk this two-an"-thirty year: I should know what the church religion is."
"Well, what"s your advice, Joshua? What do you think should be done?"
"Well, Your Reverence, I"m not for takin" any measures again" the young woman. She"s well enough if she"d let alone preachin"; an" I hear as she"s a-goin" away back to her own country soon. She"s Mr. Poyser"s own niece, an" I donna wish to say what"s anyways disrespectful o" th" family at th" Hall Farm, as I"ve measured for shoes, little an" big, welly iver sin" I"ve been a shoemaker. But there"s that Will Maskery, sir as is the rampageousest Methodis as can be, an" I make no doubt it was him as stirred up th" young woman to preach last night, an" he"ll be a-bringin" other folks to preach from Treddles"on, if his comb isn"t cut a bit; an" I think as he should be let know as he isna t" have the makin" an" mendin" o" church carts an" implemen"s, let alone stayin" i" that house an" yard as is Squire Donnithorne"s."
"Well, but you say yourself, Joshua, that you never knew any one come to preach on the Green before; why should you think they"ll come again? The Methodists don"t come to preach in little villages like Hayslope, where there"s only a handful of labourers, too tired to listen to them. They might almost as well go and preach on the Binton Hills. Will Maskery is no preacher himself, I think."
"Nay, sir, he"s no gift at stringin" the words together wi"out book; he"d be stuck fast like a cow i" wet clay. But he"s got tongue enough to speak disrespectful about"s neebors, for he said as I was a blind Pharisee--a-usin" the Bible i" that way to find nick-names for folks as are his elders an" betters!--and what"s worse, he"s been heard to say very unbecomin" words about Your Reverence; for I could bring them as "ud swear as he called you a "dumb dog," an" a "idle shepherd." You"ll forgi"e me for sayin" such things over again."
"Better not, better not, Joshua. Let evil words die as soon as they"re spoken. Will Maskery might be a great deal worse fellow than he is. He used to be a wild drunken rascal, neglecting his work and beating his wife, they told me; now he"s thrifty and decent, and he and his wife look comfortable together. If you can bring me any proof that he interferes with his neighbours and creates any disturbance, I shall think it my duty as a clergyman and a magistrate to interfere. But it wouldn"t become wise people like you and me to be making a fuss about trifles, as if we thought the Church was in danger because Will Maskery lets his tongue wag rather foolishly, or a young woman talks in a serious way to a handful of people on the Green. We must "live and let live," Joshua, in religion as well as in other things. You go on doing your duty, as parish clerk and s.e.xton, as well as you"ve always done it, and making those capital thick boots for your neighbours, and things won"t go far wrong in Hayslope, depend upon it."
"Your Reverence is very good to say so; an" I"m sensable as, you not livin" i" the parish, there"s more upo" my shoulders."
"To be sure; and you must mind and not lower the Church in people"s eyes by seeming to be frightened about it for a little thing, Joshua. I shall trust to your good sense, now to take no notice at all of what Will Maskery says, either about you or me. You and your neighbours can go on taking your pot of beer soberly, when you"ve done your day"s work, like good churchmen; and if Will Maskery doesn"t like to join you, but to go to a prayer-meeting at Treddleston instead, let him; that"s no business of yours, so long as he doesn"t hinder you from doing what you like. And as to people saying a few idle words about us, we must not mind that, any more than the old church-steeple minds the rooks cawing about it. Will Maskery comes to church every Sunday afternoon, and does his wheelwright"s business steadily in the weekdays, and as long as he does that he must be let alone."
"Ah, sir, but when he comes to church, he sits an" shakes his head, an" looks as sour an" as c.o.xy when we"re a-singin" as I should like to fetch him a rap across the jowl--G.o.d forgi"e me--an" Mrs. Irwine, an" Your Reverence too, for speakin" so afore you. An" he said as our Christmas singin" was no better nor the cracklin" o" thorns under a pot."
"Well, he"s got a bad ear for music, Joshua. When people have wooden heads, you know, it can"t be helped. He won"t bring the other people in Hayslope round to his opinion, while you go on singing as well as you do."
"Yes, sir, but it turns a man"s stomach t" hear the Scripture misused i" that way. I know as much o" the words o" the Bible as he does, an" could say the Psalms right through i" my sleep if you was to pinch me; but I know better nor to take "em to say my own say wi". I might as well take the Sacriment-cup home and use it at meals."
"That"s a very sensible remark of yours, Joshua; but, as I said before----"
While Mr. Irwine was speaking, the sound of a booted step and the clink of a spur were heard on the stone floor of the entrance-hall, and Joshua Rann moved hastily aside from the doorway to make room for some one who paused there, and said, in a ringing tenor voice, "G.o.dson Arthur--may he come in?"
"Come in, come in, G.o.dson!" Mrs. Irwine answered, in the deep half-masculine tone which belongs to the vigorous old woman, and there entered a young gentleman in a riding-dress, with his right arm in a sling; whereupon followed that pleasant confusion of laughing interjections, and hand-shakings, and "How are you"s?" mingled with joyous short barks and wagging of tails on the part of the canine members of the family, which tells that the visitor is on the best terms with the visited. The young gentleman was Arthur Donnithorne, known in Hayslope, variously, as "the young squire," "the heir," and "the captain." He was only a captain in the Loamshire Militia, but to the Hayslope tenants he was more intensely a captain than all the young gentlemen of the same rank in his Majesty"s regulars--he outshone them as the planet Jupiter outshines the Milky Way. If you want to know more particularly how he looked, call to your remembrance some tawny-whiskered, brown-locked, clear-complexioned young Englishman whom you have met with in a foreign town, and been proud of as a fellow-countryman--well-washed, high-bred, white-handed, yet looking as if he could deliver well from "the left shoulder and floor his man: I will not be so much of a tailor as to trouble your imagination with the difference of costume, and insist on the striped waistcoat, long-tailed coat, and low top-boots.
Turning round to take a chair, Captain Donnithorne said, "But don"t let me interrupt Joshua"s business--he has something to say."
"Humbly begging Your Honour"s pardon," said Joshua, bowing low, "there was one thing I had to say to His Reverence as other things had drove out o" my head."
"Out with it, Joshua, quickly!" said Mr. Irwine.
"Belike, sir, you havena heared as Thias Bede"s dead--drownded this morning, or more like overnight, i" the Willow Brook, again" the bridge right i" front o" the house."
"Ah!" exclaimed both the gentlemen at once, as if they were a good deal interested in the information.