Mine host was still employed by a huge brown loaf and some baked pike; and mine hostess, a quiet and serene old lady, was alternately regaling herself and a large brindled cat from a plate of "toasten cheer."
While the old man was hastily concluding his repast, a little knock at the door was heard, and presently an elderly gentleman in black put his head into the room, and, perceiving the stranger, would have drawn back; but both landlady and landlord bustling up, entreated him to enter by the appellation of Mr. Summers. And then, as the gentleman smilingly yielded to the invitation, the landlady, turning to Walter, said: "Our clergyman, Sir: and though I say it afore his face, there is not a man who, if Christian vartues were considered, ought so soon to be a bishop."
"Hush! my good lady," said Mr. Summers, laughing as he bowed to Walter. "You see, Sir, that it is no trifling advantage to a Knaresbro"
reputation to have our hostess"s good word. But, indeed," turning to the landlady, and a.s.suming a grave and impressive air, "I have little mind for jesting now. You know poor Jane Houseman,--a mild, quiet, blue-eyed creature, she died at daybreak this morning! Her father had come from London expressly to see her: she died in his arms, and, I hear, he is almost in a state of frenzy."
The host and hostess signified their commiseration. "Poor little girl!"
said the latter, wiping her eyes; "her"s was a hard fate, and she felt it, child as she was. Without the care of a mother,--and such a father!
Yet he was fond of her."
"My reason for calling on you was this," renewed the Clergyman, addressing the host: "you knew Houseman formerly; me he always shunned, and, I fancy, ridiculed. He is in distress now, and all that is forgotten. Will you seek him, and inquire if any thing in my power can afford him consolation? He may be poor: I can pay for the poor child"s burial. I loved her; she was the best girl at Mrs. Summers" school."
"Certainly, Sir, I will seek him," said the landlord, hesitating; and then, drawing the Clergyman aside, he informed him in a whisper of his engagement with Walter, and with the present pursuit and meditated inquiry of his guest; not forgetting to insinuate his suspicion of the guilt of the man whom he was now called upon to compa.s.sionate.
The Clergyman mused a little, and then, approaching Walter, offered his services in the stead of the Publican in so frank and cordial a manner, that Walter at once accepted them.
"Let us come now, then," said the good Curate--for he was but the Curate--seeing Walter"s impatience; "and first we will go to the house in which Clarke lodged; I know it well."
The two gentlemen now commenced their expedition. Summers was no contemptible antiquary; and he sought to beguile the nervous impatience of his companion by dilating on the attractions of the antient and memorable town to which his purpose had brought him;--
"Remarkable," said the Curate, "alike in history and tradition: look yonder" (pointing above, as an opening in the road gave to view the frowning and beetled ruins of the shattered Castle); "you would be at some loss to recognize now the truth of old Leland"s description of that once stout and gallant bulwark of the North, when he "numbrid 11 or 12 towres in the walles of the Castel, and one very fayre beside in the second area." In that castle, the four knightly murderers of the haughty Becket (the Wolsey of his age) remained for a whole year, defying the weak justice of the times. There, too, the unfortunate Richard the Second,--the Stuart of the Plantagenets--pa.s.sed some portion of his bitter imprisonment. And there, after the battle of Marston Moor, waved the banners of the loyalists against the soldiers of Lilburne. It was made yet more touchingly memorable at that time, as you may have heard, by an instance of filial piety. The town was greatly straitened for want of provisions; a youth, whose father was in the garrison, was accustomed nightly to get into the deep dry moat, climb up the glacis, and put provisions through a hole, where the father stood ready to receive them.
He was perceived at length; the soldiers fired on him. He was taken prisoner, and sentenced to be hanged in sight of the besieged, in order to strike terror into those who might be similarly disposed to render a.s.sistance to the garrison. Fortunately, however, this disgrace was spared the memory of Lilburne and the republican arms. With great difficulty, a certain lady obtained his respite; and after the conquest of the place, and the departure of the troops, the adventurous son was released."
"A fit subject for your local poets," said Walter, whom stories of this sort, from the nature of his own enterprise, especially affected.
"Yes: but we boast but few minstrels since the young Aram left us. The castle then, once the residence of Pierce Gaveston,--of Hubert III.--and of John of Gaunt, was dismantled and destroyed. Many of the houses we shall pa.s.s have been built from its ma.s.sive ruins. It is singular, by the way, that it was twice captured by men of the name of Lilburn, or Lilleburn, once in the reign of Edward II., once as I have related.
On looking over historical records, we are surprised to find how often certain names have been fatal to certain spots; and this reminds me, by the way, that we boast the origin of the English Sibyl, the venerable Mother Shipton. The wild rock, at whose foot she is said to have been born, is worthy of the tradition."
"You spoke just now," said Walter, who had not very patiently suffered the Curate thus to ride his hobby, "of Eugene Aram; you knew him well?"
"Nay: he suffered not any to do that! He was a remarkable youth. I have noted him from his childhood upward, long before he came to Knaresbro", till on leaving this place, fourteen years back, I lost sight of him.--Strange, musing, solitary from a boy! but what accomplishment of learning he had reached! Never did I see one whom Nature so emphatically marked to be GREAT. I often wonder that his name has not long ere this been more universally noised abroad: whatever he attempted was stamped with such signal success. I have by me some scattered pieces of poetry when a boy; they were given me by his poor father, long since dead; and are full of a dim, shadowy antic.i.p.ation of future fame. Perhaps, yet, before he dies,--he is still young,--the presentiment will be realized.
You too know him, then?"
"Yes! I have known him. Stay--dare I ask you a question, a fearful question? Did suspicion ever, in your mind, in the mind of any one, rest on Aram, as concerned in the mysterious disappearance of my--of Clarke?
His acquaintance with Houseman who was suspected; Houseman"s visit to Aram that night; his previous poverty--so extreme, if I hear rightly; his after riches--though they perhaps may be satisfactorily accounted for; his leaving this town so shortly after the disappearance I refer to;--these alone might not create suspicion in me, but I have seen the man in moments of reverie and abstraction, I have listened to strange and broken words, I have noted a sudden, keen, and angry susceptibility to any unmeant excitation of a less peaceful or less innocent remembrance. And there seems to me inexplicably to hang over his heart some gloomy recollection, which I cannot divest myself from imagining to be that of guilt."
Walter spoke quickly, and in great though half suppressed excitement; the more kindled from observing that as he spoke, Summers changed countenance, and listened as with painful and uneasy attention.
"I will tell you," said the Curate, after a short pause, (lowering his voice)--"I will tell you: Aram did undergo examination--I was present at it--but from his character and the respect universally felt for him, the examination was close and secret. He was not, mark me, suspected of the murder of the unfortunate Clarke, nor was any suspicion of murder generally entertained until all means of discovering Clarke were found wholly unavailing; but of sharing with Houseman, some part of the jewels with which Clarke was known to have left the town. This suspicion of robbery could not, however, be brought home, even to Houseman, and Aram was satisfactorily acquitted from the imputation. But in the minds of some present at that examination, a doubt lingered, and this doubt certainly deeply wounded a man so proud and susceptible. This, I believe, was the real reason of his quitting Knaresbro" almost immediately after that examination. And some of us, who felt for him and were convinced of his innocence, persuaded the others to hush up the circ.u.mstance of his examination, nor has it generally transpired, even to this day, when the whole business is well nigh forgot. But as to his subsequent improvement of circ.u.mstance, there is no doubt of his aunt"s having left him a legacy sufficient to account for it."
Walter bowed his head, and felt his suspicions waver, when the Curate renewed.
"Yet it is but fair to tell you, who seem so deeply interested in the fate of Clarke, that since that period rumours have reached my ear that the woman at whose house Aram lodged has from time to time dropped words that require explanation--hints that she could tell a tale--that she knows more than men will readily believe--nay, once she was even reported to have said that the life of Eugene Aram was in her power."
"Father of mercy! and did Inquiry sleep on words so calling for its liveliest examination?"
"Not wholly--on their being brought to me, I went to the house, but found the woman, whose habits and character are low and worthless, was abrupt and insolent in her manner; and after in vain endeavouring to call forth some explanation of the words she was reported to have uttered, I left the house fully persuaded that she had only given vent to a meaningless boast, and that the idle words of a disorderly gossip could not be taken as evidence against a man of the blameless character and austere habits of Aram. Since, however, you have now re-awakened investigation, we will visit her before you leave the town; and it may be as well too, that Houseman should undergo a further investigation before we suffer him to depart."
"I thank you! I thank you--I will not let slip one thread of this dark clue."
"And now," said the Curate, pointing to a decent house, "we have reached the lodging Clarke occupied in the town!"
An old man of respectable appearance opened the door, and welcomed the Curate and his companion with an air of cordial respect which attested the well-deserved popularity of the former.
"We have come," said the Curate, "to ask you some questions respecting Daniel Clarke, whom you remember as your lodger. This gentleman is a relation of his, and interested deeply in his fate!"
"What, Sir!" quoth the old man, "and have you, his relation, never heard of Mr. Clarke since he left the town? Strange!--this room, this very room was the one Mr. Clarke occupied, and next to this,--here--(opening a door) was his bed-chamber!"
It was not without powerful emotion that Walter found himself thus within the apartment of his lost father. What a painful, what a gloomy, yet sacred interest every thing around instantly a.s.sumed! The old-fashioned and heavy chairs--the brown wainscot walls--the little cupboard recessed as it were to the right of the fire-place, and piled with morsels of Indian china and long taper wine gla.s.ses--the small window-panes set deep in the wall, giving a dim view of a bleak and melancholy-looking garden in the rear--yea, the very floor he trod--the very table on which he leant--the very hearth, dull and fireless as it was, opposite his gaze--all took a familiar meaning in his eye, and breathed a household voice into his ear. And when he entered the inner room, how, even to suffocation, were those strange, half sad, yet not all bitter emotions increased. There was the bed on which his father had rested on the night before--what? perhaps his murder! The bed, probably a relic from the castle, when its antique furniture was set up to public sale, was hung with faded tapestry, and above its dark and polished summit were hea.r.s.elike and heavy trappings. Old commodes of rudely carved oak, a discoloured gla.s.s in a j.a.pan frame, a ponderous arm-chair of Elizabethan fashion, and covered with the same tapestry as the bed, altogether gave that uneasy and sepulchral impression to the mind so commonly produced by the relics of a mouldering and forgotten antiquity.
"It looks cheerless, Sir," said the owner, "but then we have not had any regular lodger for years; it is just the same as when Mr. Clarke lived here. But bless you, Sir, he made the dull rooms look gay enough. He was a blithesome gentleman. He and his friends, Mr. Houseman especially, used to make the walls ring again when they were over their cups!"
"It might have been better for Mr. Clarke," said the Curate, "had he chosen his comrades with more discretion. Houseman was not a creditable, perhaps not a safe companion."
"That was no business of mine then," quoth the lodging-letter; "but it might be now, since I have been a married man!"
The Curate smiled, "Perhaps you, Mr. Moor, bore a part in those revels?"
"Why, indeed, Mr. Clarke would occasionally make me take a gla.s.s or so, Sir."
"And you must then have heard the conversations that took place between Houseman and him? Did Mr. Clarke, ever, in those conversations, intimate an intention of leaving the town soon? and where, if so, did he talk of going?"
"Oh! first to London. I have often heard him talk of going to London, and then taking a trip to see some relations of his in a distant part of the country. I remember his caressing a little boy of my brother"s; you know Jack, Sir, not a little boy now, almost as tall as this gentleman.
"Ah," said he with a sort of sigh, "ah! I have a boy at home about this age,--when shall I see him again?""
"When indeed!" thought Walter, turning away his face at this anecdote, to him so naturally affecting.
"And the night that Clarke left you, were you aware of his absence?"
"No! he went to his room at his usual hour, which was late, and the next morning I found his bed had not been slept in, and that he was gone--gone with all his jewels, money, and valuables; heavy luggage he had none. He was a cunning gentleman; he never loved paying a bill. He was greatly in debt in different parts of the town, though he had not been here long. He ordered everything and paid for nothing."
Walter groaned. It was his father"s character exactly; partly it might be from dishonest principles superadded to the earlier feelings of his nature; but partly also from that temperament at once careless and procrastinating, which, more often than vice, loses men the advantage of reputation.
"Then in your own mind, and from your knowledge of him," renewed the Curate, "you would suppose that Clarke"s disappearance was intentional; that though nothing has since been heard of him, none of the blacker rumours afloat were well founded?"
"I confess, Sir, begging this gentleman"s pardon who you say is a relation, I confess I see no reason to think otherwise."
"Was Mr. Aram, Eugene Aram, ever a guest of Clarke"s? Did you ever see them together?"
"Never at this house. I fancy Houseman once presented Mr. Aram to Clarke; and that they may have met and conversed some two or three times, not more, I believe; they were scarcely congenial spirits, Sir."
Walter having now recovered his self-possession, entered into the conversation; and endeavoured by as minute an examination as his ingenuity could suggest, to obtain some additional light upon the mysterious subject so deeply at his heart. Nothing, however, of any effectual import was obtained from the good man of the house. He had evidently persuaded himself that Clarke"s disappearance was easily accounted for, and would scarcely lend attention to any other suggestion than that of Clarke"s dishonesty. Nor did his recollection of the meetings between Houseman and Clarke furnish him with any thing worthy of narration. With a spirit somewhat damped and disappointed, Walter, accompanied by the Curate, recommenced his expedition.
CHAPTER XI.