"You said you wanted to speak to me, uncle," said the younger man, at length.
"Yes, yes," said Ezra, rising as if from a dream. "You"re getting to have a very pretty hand on the fiddle, Reuben, and--well, it"s a shame to bury anything that has a value. This"--he arose and laid a hand on the topmost book of the great pile of music--"this has never seen the light for a good five-and-twenty year. Theer"s some of it forgot, notwithstanding that it"s all main good music. But theer"s no room i"
the world for th" old-fangled an" the newfangled. One nail drives out another. But I"ve been thinking thee mightst find a thing or two herein as would prove of value, and it"s yours if you see fit to take it away."
"Why, it"s a library," said Reuben. "You are very good, uncle, but--"
"Tek it, lad, tek it, if you"d like it, and make no words. And if it shouldn"t turn out to have been worth the carrying you can let th" old chap think it was--eh?"
"Worth the carrying?" said Reuben, with a half-embarra.s.sed little laugh.
"I"m pretty sure you had no rubbish on your shelves, uncle." He began to turn over the leaves of the topmost book. ""_etudes?_" he read, ""_pour deux violins, par_ Joseph Manzini." This looks good. Who was Joseph Manzini? I never heard of him."
"Manzini?" asked the old man, with a curious eagerness--"Manzini." His voice changed altogether, and fell into a dreamy and retrospective tone.
He laid a hand upon the open pages, and smoothed them with a touch which looked like a caress.
"Who was he?" asked Reuben. "Did you know him?"
"No, lad," returned the old man, coming out of his dream, and smiling as he spoke, "I never knew him. What should bring me to know a German musician as was great in his own day?"
"I thought you spoke as if you knew him," said Reuben.
"Hast a quick ear," said Ezra, "and a searching fancy. No, lad, no; I never knew him. But that was the last man I ever handled bow and fiddle for. I left that open" (he tapped the book with his fingers and then closed it as he spoke)--"I left that open on my table when I was called away on business to London. I found it open when I came home again, and I closed it, for I never touched a bow again. I"d heard Paganini in the mean time. Me and "Saiah Eld tried that through together, and since then I"ve never drawn a note out o" catgut."
"I could never altogether understand it, uncle," said Reuben. "What could the man"s playing have been like?"
"What was it like?" returned the older man. "What is theer as it wa"n"t like? I couldn"t tell thee, lad--I couldn"t tell thee. It was like a lost soul a-wailing i" the pit. It was like an angel a-sing-ing afore the Lord. It was like that pa.s.sage i" the Book o" Job, where "tis said as "twas the dead o" night when deep sleep falleth upon men, and a vision pa.s.sed afore his face, and the hair of his flesh stood up. It was like the winter tempest i" the trees, and a little brook in summer weather. It was like as if theer was a livin" soul within the thing, and sometimes he"d trick it and soothe it, and it"d laugh and sing to do the heart good, an" another time he"d tear it by the roots till it chilled your blood."
"You heard him often?" asked Reuben.
"Never but once," said Ezra, shaking his head with great decision.
"Never but once. He wa"n"t a man to hear too often. "Twas a thing to know and to carry away. A glory to have looked at once, but not to live in the midst on. Too bright for common eyes, lad--too bright for common eyes."
"I"ve heard many speak of his playing," said Reuben. "But there are just as many opinions as there are people."
"There"s no disputing in these matters," the older man answered. "I"ve heard him talked of as a Charley Tann, which I tek to be a kind of humbugging pretender, but "twas plain to see for a man with a soul behind his wescut as the man was wore to a shadow with his feeling for his music. "Twas partly the man"s own sufferin" and triumphin" as had such a power over me. It is with music as th" other pa.s.sions. % Theer"s love, for example. A lad picks out a wench, and spends his heart and natur" in her behalf as free as if there"d niver been a wench i" the world afore, and niver again would be. And after all a wench is a commonish sort of a object, and even the wench the lad"s in love with is a commonish sort o" creature among wenches. But what"s that to him, if her chances to be just the sort his soul and body cries after?"
"Ah!" said Reuben, "_if_ his soul cries after her. But if he values goodness his soul will cry after it, and if he values beauty his soul will cry after that. I never heard Paganini, but he was a great player, or a real lover of music like you would never have found what he wanted in him."
"Yes, lad," his uncle answered, falling suddenly into his habitual manner, "the man was a player. Thee canst have the music any time thee likst to send for it."
Reuben knew the old man and his ways. The talkative fit was evidently over, and he might sit and talk, if he would, from then till evening, and get no more than a monosyllable here and there in return for his pains.
"It will take a hand-cart to carry the books," he said; "but I will take Manzini now if you will let me." The old man, contenting himself with a mere nod in answer, he took up the old-fashioned oblong folio, tucked it under his arm, and shook hands with the donor. "This is a princely gift, uncle," he said, with the natural exaggeration of a grateful youngster.
"I don"t know how to say thank you for it."
Ezra smiled, but said nothing. Reuben, repeating his leave-taking, went away, and coming suddenly upon the bright sunlight and the renewed clangor of the bells, was half stunned by the noise and dazzled by the glare. With all this clash and brilliance, as if they existed because of her, and were a part of her presence, appeared Ruth Fuller in the act of pa.s.sing Ezra"s house. Ruth had brightness, but it was rather of the twilight sort than this; and the music which seemed fittest to salute her apparition might have been better supplied by these same bells at a distance of a mile or two. Reuben was perturbed, as any mere mortal might expect to be on encountering a G.o.ddess.
Let us see the G.o.ddess as well as may be.
She was country-bred to begin with, and though to Heydon Hay her appearance smacked somewhat of the town, a dweller in towns would have called her rustic. She wore a straw hat which was in the fashion of the time, and to the eyes of the time looked charming, though twenty years later we call it ugly, and speak no more than truth. Beneath this straw hat very beautiful and plenteous brown hair escaped in defiance of authority, and frolicked into curls and wavelets, disporting itself on a forehead of creamy tone and smoothness, and just touching the eyebrows, which were of a slightly darker brown, faintly arched on the lower outline, and more prominently arched on the upper. Below the brows brown eyes, as honest as the day, and with a frank smile always ready to break through the dream which pretty often filled them. A short upper lip, delicately curved and curiously mobile, a full lower lip, a chin expressive of great firmness, but softened by a dimpled hollow in the very middle of its roundness, a nose neither Grecian nor tilted, but betwixt the two, and delightful, and a complexion familiar with sun and air, wholesome, robust, and fine. In stature she was no more than on a level with Reuben"s chin; but Reuben was taller than common, standing six feet in his stockings. This fact of superior height was not in itself sufficient to account for the graceful inclination of the body which always characterized Reuben when he talked with Ruth. There was a tender and unconscious deference in his att.i.tude which told more to the least observant observer than Reuben would willingly have had known.
Ezra Gold saw the chance encounter through the window, and watched the pair as they shook hands. They walked away together, for they were bound in the same direction, and the old man rose from his seat and walked to the window to look after them.
"Well, well, lad," he said, speaking half aloud, after the fashion of men who spend much of their time alone, "theert beauty and goodness theer, I fancy. Go thy ways, lad, and be happy."
They were out of sight already, and Ezra, with his hands folded behind him, paced twice or thrice along the room. Pausing before one of the green baize bags, he lifted it from its nail, and having untied the string that fastened it, he drew forth with great tenderness an unstrung violin, and, carrying it to the light, sat down and turned it over and over in his hands. Then he took the neck with his left hand, and, placing the instrument upright upon his knee, caressed it with his right.
"Poor la.s.s," he said, "a" might think as thee was grieved to have had ne"er a soul to sing to all these years. I"ve a half mind to let thee have a song now, but I doubt thee couldst do naught but screech at me. I"ve forgotten how to ask a lady of thy make to sing. Shalt go to Reuben, la.s.s; he"ll mek thee find thy voice again. Rare and sweet it used to be--rare and sweet."
He fell into a fit of coughing which shook him from head to foot, but even in the midst of the paroxysm he made shift to lay down the violin with perfect tenderness. When the fit was over he lay back in his chair with his arms depending feebly at his sides, panting a little, but smiling like a man at peace.
CHAPTER V.
These had been a long spell of fair weather, and the Earl of Barfield had carried on his warfare against all and sundry who permitted the boughs of their garden trees to overhang the public highway, for a s.p.a.ce of little less than a month. The campaign had been conducted with varying success, but the old n.o.bleman counted as many victories as fights, and was disposed, on the whole, to be content with himself. He was an old and experienced warrior in this cause, and had learned to look with a philosophic eye upon reverses.
But on the day following that which saw the introduction of his lordship"s parliamentary nominee to the quartette party, his lordship encountered a check which called for all the resources of philosophy. He was routed by his own henchman, Joseph Beaker.
The defeat arrived in this wise: his lordship having carefully arranged his rounds so that Joseph should carry the ladder all the long distances while he himself bore it all the short ones, had found himself so flurried by the defeat he had encountered at the hands of Miss Blythe, that he had permitted Joseph to take up the ladder and carry it away from where it had leaned against the apple-tree in the little old lady"s garden. This unforeseen incident had utterly disarranged his plans, and since he had been unadvised enough to post his servitor in the particulars of the campaign, Joseph had been quick to discover his own advantage.
"We will go straight on to Willis"s, Joseph," said his lordship, when they began their rounds that afternoon. The stroke was simple, but, if it should only succeed, was effective.
"We bain"t a-goin" to pa.s.s Widder Hotchkiss, be we, governor?" demanded Joseph, who saw through the device. His lordship decided not to hear the question, and walked on a little ahead, swinging the billhook and the saw.
Joseph Beaker revolved in his mind his own plan of action. In front of Widow Hotchkiss"s cottage the trees were unusually luxuriant, and the boughs hung unusually low. When they were reached, Joseph contrived to entangle his ladder and to bring himself to a stand-still, with every appearance of naturalness.
"My blessed!" he mumbled, "this here"s a disgrace to the parish, gaffer.
Theer"s nothin" in all Heydon Hay as can put a patch on it. Thee bissent agoin" past this, beest? Her"s as small-sperited as a rabbit--the widder is."
"We"ll take it another time, Joseph," said his lordship, striving to cover his confusion by taking a bigger pinch of snuff than common--"another time, Joseph, another time."
"Well," said Joseph, tossing his lop-sided head, as if he had at last fathomed the folly and weakness of human nature, and resigned himself to his own mournful discoveries, "I should niver ha" thought it." He made a show of shouldering the ladder disgustedly, but dropped it again. "We fled afore a little un yesterday," he said. "I did look for a show o"
courage here, governor." His lordship hesitated. "Why, look at it,"
pursued Joseph, waving a hand towards the overhanging verdure; "it "ud be a sinful crime to go by it."
"Put up the ladder, Joseph," replied his lordship, in a voice of sudden resolve. The Hotchkiss case was a foregone victory for him, and his own desires chimed with Joseph"s arguments, even while he felt himself outgeneralled.
The widow sweetened the business by a feeble protest, and the Earl of Barfield was lordly with ner.
"Must come down, my good woman," said his lordship, firmly, "must come down. Obstruct the highway. Disgrace to the parish."
"That"s what I said," mumbled Joseph, as he steadied the ladder from below. The widow watched the process wistfully, and my lord chopped and sawed with unwonted gusto. Branch after branch fell into the lane, and the aged n.o.bleman puffed and sweated with his grateful labor. He had not had such a joyful turn for many a day. The widow moaned like a winter wind in a key-hole, and when his lordship at last descended from his perch she was wiping her eyes with her ap.r.o.n.
"I know full well what poor folks has got to put up with at the hands o"
them as the Lord has set in authority," said the widow, "but it"s cruel hard to have a body"s bits o" trees chopped and lopped i" that way. When ourn was alive his lordship niver laid a hand upon "em. Ourn "ud niver ha" bent himself to put up wi" it, that he niver would, and Lord Barfield knows it; for though he was no better nor a market-gardener, he was one o" them as knowed what was becomin" between man and man, be he niver so lowly, and his lordship the lord o" the manor for miles around."
"Tut, tut, my good woman," returned his lordship. "Pooh, pooh! Do for firewood. Nice and dry against the winter. Much better there than obstructing the high-road--much better. Joseph Beaker, take the ladder."