"Why, I don"t know; I believe I might, once or so."
"I _am_," said Flanagan, bitterly; "I _am_ Connor."
"An" who"s the happy crature, will you tell us?"
"No," returned the other; "but if there"s a wish that I"d make against my worst enemy, "twould be, that he might love a girl above his means; or if he was her aquil, or even near her aquil, that he might be brought"----he paused, but immediately proceeded, "Well, no matter, I am, indeed, Connor."
"An" is the girl fond o" you?"
"I don"t know; my mind was made up to tell her but it"s past that now; I know she"s wealthy and proud both, and so is all her family."
"How do you know she"s proud when you never put the subject to her?"
"I"m not sayin" she"s proud, in one sinse; wid respect to herself, I believe; she"s humble enough; I mane, she doesn"t give herself many airs, but her people"s as proud as the very sarra, an" never match below them; still, if I"d opportunities of bain" often in her company, I"d not fear to trust to a sweet tongue for comin" round her."
"Never despair, Bartle," said Connor; "you know the ould proverb,"a faintheart;" however, settin" the purty crature aside, whoever she is, I think if we divided ourselves--you to that side, an" me to this--we"d get this hay lapped in half the time; or do you take which side you plase."
"It"s a bargain," said Bartle; "I don"t care a trawneen; I"ll stay where I am, thin, an" do you go beyant; let us hurry, too, for, if I"m not mistaken, it"s too sultry to be long without rain, the sky, too, is gettin" dark."
"I observed as much myself," said Connor; "an" that was what made me spake."
Both then continued their labor with redoubled energy, nor ceased for a moment until the task was executed, and the business of the day concluded.
Flanagan"s observation was indeed correct, as to the change in the day and the appearance of the sky. From the hour of five o"clock the darkness gradually deepened, until a dead black shadow, fearfully still and solemn, wrapped the whole horizon. The sun had altogether disappeared, and nothing was visible in the sky but one unbroken ma.s.s of darkness, unrelieved even by a single pile of clouds. The animals, where they could, had betaken themselves to shelter; the fowls of the air sought the covert of the hedges, and ceased their songs; the larks fled from the mid-heaven; and occasionally might be seen a straggling bee hurrying homewards, careless of the flowers which tempted him in his path, and only anxious to reach his hive before the deluge should overtake him. The stillness indeed was awful, as was the gloomy veil which darkened the face of nature, and filled the mind with that ominous terror which presses upon the heart like a consciousness of guilt. In such a time, and under the aspect of a sky so much resembling the pall of death, there is neither mirth nor laughter, but that individuality of apprehension, which, whilst it throws the conscience in upon its own records, and suspends conversation, yet draws man to his fellows, as if mere contiguity were a safeguard against danger.
The conversation between the two young men as they returned from their labor, was short but expressive.
"Bartle," said Connor, "are you afeard of thundher? The rason I ask," he added, "is, bekase your face is as white as a sheet."
"I have it from my mother," replied Flanagan, "but at all evints such an evenin" as this is enough to make the heart of any man quake."
I"ll feel my spirits low, by rason of the darkness, but I"m not afraid.
It"s well for them that have a clear conscience; they say that a stormy sky is the face of an angry G.o.d--"
"An" the thundher His voice," added Bartle; "but why are the brute bastes an" the birds afraid, that commit no sin?"
"That"s true," said his companion; "it must be natural to be afraid, or why would they indeed?--but some people are naturally more timersome than others."
"I intinded to go home for my other clo"es an" linen this evenin","
observed Bartle, "but I won"t go out to-night."
"I must thin," said Connor; "an, with the blessin" o" G.o.d, will too; come what may."
"Why, what is there to bring you out, if it"s a fair question to ax?"
inquired the other.
"A promise, for one thing; an" my own inclination--my own heart--that"s nearer the thruth--for another. It"s the first meetin" that I an" her I"m goin" to ever had."
"_Thigham, Thighum_, I undherstand," said Flanagan; "well, I"ll stay at home; but, sure it"s no harm to wish you success--an" that, Connor, is more than I"ll ever have where I wish for it most."
This closed their dialogue, and both entered Fardorougha"s house in silence.
Up until twilight, the darkness of the dull and heavy sky was unbroken; but towards the west there was seen a streak whose color could not be determined as that of blood or fire. By its angry look, it seemed as if the sky in that quarter were about to burst forth in one awful sweep of conflagration. Connor observed it, and very correctly antic.i.p.ated the nature and consequences of its appearance; but what will not youthful love dare and overcome? With an undismayed heart he set forward on his journey, which we leave him to pursue, and beg permission, meanwhile, to transport the reader to a scene distant about two miles farther towards the--inland part of the country.
PART II.
The dwelling of Bodagh Buie O"Brien, to which Connor is now directing his steps, was a favorable specimen of that better cla.s.s of farm-houses inhabited by our most extensive and wealthy agriculturists. It was a large, whitewashed, ornamentally thatched building, that told by its external aspect of the good living, extensive comforts, and substantial opulence which prevailed within. Stretched before its hall-door was a small lawn, bounded on the left by a wall that separated it from the farm-yard into which the kitchen door opened. Here were stacks of hay, oats, and wheat, all upon an immense scale, both as to size and number; together with threshing and winnowing machines, improved ploughs, carts, cars, and all the other modern implements of an extensive farm. Very cheering, indeed, was the din of industry that arose from the clank of machinery, the grunting of hogs, the cackling of geese, the quacking of ducks, and all the various other sounds which proceeded from what at first sight might have appeared to be rather a scene of confusion, but which, on closer inspection, would be found a rough yet well--regulated system, in which every person had an allotted duty to perform. Here might Bodagh Buie be seen, dressed in a gray broad-cloth coat, broad kerseymere breeches, and lambs" wool stockings, moving from place to place with that calm, sedate, and contented air, which betokens an easy mind and a consciousness of possessing a more than ordinary share of property and influence. With hands thrust into his small-clothes pockets, and a bunch of gold seals suspended from his fob, he issued his orders in a grave and quiet tone, differing very little in dress from an absolute _Squireen_, save in the fact of his Caroline hat being rather scuffed, and his strong shoes begrimed with the soil of his fields or farm-yard. Mrs. O"Brien was, out of the sphere of her own family, a person of much greater pretension than the Bodagh her husband; and, though in a different manner, not less so in the discharge of her duty as a wife, a mother, or a mistress. In appearance, she was a large, fat, good-looking woman, eternally in a state of motion and bustle, and, as her education had been extremely scanty, her tone and manner, though brimful of authority and consequence, were strongly marked with that ludicrous vulgarity which is produced by the attempt of an ignorant person to accomplish a high style of gentility. She was a kind-hearted, charitable woman, however; but so inveterately conscious of her station in life, that it became, in her opinion, a matter of duty to exhibit a refinement and elevation of language suitable to a matron who could drive every Sunday to Ma.s.s on her own jaunting car. When dressed on these Occasions in her rich rustling silks, she had, what is called in Ireland, a comfortable _flaghoola_ look, but at the same time a carriage so stiff and rustic, as utterly overcame all her attempts, dictated as they were by the simplest vanity, at enacting the arduous and awful character of a Squireen"s wife. Their family consisted of a son and daughter; the former, a young man of a very amiable disposition, was, at the present period of our story, a student in Maynooth College, and the latter, now in her nineteenth year, a promising pupil in a certain seminary for young ladies, conducted by that notorious Master of Arts, Little Cupid. Oona, or Una, O"Brien, was in truth a most fascinating and beautiful brunette; tall in stature, light and agile in all her motions, cheerful and sweet in temper, but with just as much of that winning caprice, as was necessary to give zest and piquancy to her whole character. Though tall and slender, her person was by no means thin; on the contrary, her limbs and figure were very gracefully rounded, and gave promise of that agreeable fulness, beneath or beyond which no perfect model of female proportion can exist. If our readers could get one glance at the hue of her rich cheek, or fall for a moment under the power of her black mellow eye, or witness the beauty of her white teeth, while her face beamed with a profusion of dimples, or saw her while in the act of shaking out her invincible locks, ere she bound them up with her white and delicate hands--then, indeed, might they understand why no war of the elements could prevent Connor O"Donovan from risking life and limb sooner than disappoint her in the promise of their first meeting.
Oh that first meeting of pure and youthful love! With what a glory is it ever encircled in the memory of the human heart! No matter how long or how melancholy the lapse of time since its past existence may be, still, still, is it remembered by our feelings when the recollection of every tie but itself has departed. The charm, however, that murmured its many-toned music through the soul of Una O"Brien was not, upon the evening in question, wholly free from a shade of melancholy for which she could not account; and this impression did not result from any previous examination of her love for Connor O"Donovan, though many such she had. She knew that in this the utmost opposition from both her parents must be expected; nor was it the consequence of a consciousness on her part, that in promising him a clandestine meeting, she had taken a step which could not be justified. Of this, too, she had been aware before; but, until the hour of appointment drew near, the heaviness which pressed her down was such as caused her to admit that the sensation, however painful and gloomy, was new to her, and bore a character distinct from anything that could proceed from the various lights in which she had previously considered her attachment. This was, moreover, heightened by the boding aspect of the heavens and the dread repose of the evening, so unlike anything she had ever witnessed before.
Notwithstanding all this, she was sustained by the eager and impatient buoyancy of first affection; which, when imagination pictured the handsome form of her young and manly lover, predominated for the time over every reflection and feeling that was opposed to itself. Her mind, indeed, resembled a fair autumn landscape, over which the cloud-shadows may be seen sweeping for a moment, whilst again the sun comes out and turns all into serenity and light.
The place appointed for their interview was a small paddock shaded by alders, behind her father"s garden, and thither, with trembling limbs and palpitating heart, did the young and graceful daughter of Bodagh Buie proceed.
For a considerable time, that is to say, for three long years before this delicious appointment, had Connor O"Donovan and Una been wrapped in the elysium of mutual love. At ma.s.s, at fair, and at market, had they often and often met, and as frequently did their eyes search each other out, and reveal in long blushing glances the state of their respective hearts. Many a time did he seek an opportunity to disclose what he felt, and as often, with confusion, and fear, and delight, did she afford him what he sought. Thus did one opportunity after another pa.s.s away, and as often did he form the towering resolution to reveal his affection if he were ever favored with another. Still would some disheartening reflection, arising from the uncommon gentleness and extreme modesty of his character, throw a damp upon his spirit. He questioned his own penetration; perhaps she was in the habit of glancing as much at others as she glanced at him. Could it be possible that the beautiful daughter of Bodagh Buie, the wealthiest man, and of his wife, the proudest woman, within a large circle of the country, would love the son of Fardorougha Donovan, whose name had, alas, become so odious and unpopular? But then the blushing face, and dark lucid eyes, and the long earnest glance, rose before his imagination, and told him that, let the difference in the character and the station of their parents be what it might, the fair dark daughter of O"Brien was not insensible to him, nor to the anxieties he felt.
The circ.u.mstance which produced the first conversation they ever had arose from an incident of a very striking and singular character. About a week before the evening in question, one of Bodagh Buie"s bee-skeps hived, and the young colony, though closely watched and pursued, directed their course to Fardorougha"s house, and settled in the mouth of the chimney. Connor, having got a clean sheet, secured them, and was about to submit them to the care of the Bodagh"s servants, when it was suggested that the duty of bringing them home devolved on himself, inasmuch as he was told they would not remain, unless placed in a new skep by the hands of the person on whose property they had settled.
While on his way to the Bodagh"s he was accosted in the following words by one of O"Brien"s servants:
"Connor, there"s good luck before you, or the bees wouldn"t pick you out amongst all the rest o" the neighbors. You ought to hould up your head, man. Who knows what mainin"s in it?"
"Why, do you b"lieve that bees sittin" wid one is a sign o" good luck?"
"Surely I do. Doesn"t every one know it to be thrue? Connor, you"re a good-lookin" fellow, an" I need scarcely tell you that we have a purty girl at home; can you lay that an" that together? Arrah, be my sowl, the richest honey ever the same bees"ll make, is nothin" but alloways, compared wid that purty mouth of her own! A honey-comb is a fool to it."
"Why, did you ever thry, Mike?"
"Is it me? Och, och, if I was only high enough in this world, maybe I wouldn"t be spakin" sweet to her; no, no, be my word! thry, indeed, for the likes o" me! Faith, but I know a sartin young man that she does be often spakin" about."
Connor"s heart was in a state of instant commotion.
"An" who--who is he--who is that sartin young man, Mike?"
"Faith, the son o" one that can run a shillin" farther than e"er another man in the country. Do you happen to be acquainted wid one Connor O"Donovan, of Lisnamona?"
"Connor O"Donovan--that"s good, Mike--in the mane time don"t be goin" it on us. No, no;--an" even if she did, it isn"t to you she spake about any one, Michael ahagur!"
"No, nor it wasn"t to me--sure I didn"t say it was--but don"t you know my sister"s at sarvice in the Bodagh"s family? Divil the word o" falsity I"m tellin" you; so, if you haven"t the heart to spake for yourself, I wouldn"t give knots o" straws for you; and now, there"s no harm done I hope--moreover, an" by the same token, you needn"t go to the trouble o"
puttin" up an advertis.e.m.e.nt to let the parish know what I"ve tould you."
"Hut, tut, Mike, it"s all folly. Una Dhun O"Brien to think of me!--nonsense, man; that c.o.c.k would never fight."
"Very well; divil a morsel of us is forcin" you to b"lieve it. I suppose the mother o" you has your _wooden spoon_ to the fore still. I"d kiss the Bravery you didn"t come into the world wid a silver ladle in your mouth, anyhow. In the mane time, we"re at the Bodagh"s--an" have an eye about you afther what you"ve heard--_Nabocklish!_"
This, indeed, was important intelligence to Connor, and it is probable that, had he not heard it, another opportunity of disclosing his pa.s.sion might have been lost.