"Poor, delicate creature," said Martha; "as if a few drops of rain could hurt the like o" her!"
As the tailor rose to shut the door, two men bearing a heavy burthen between them, filled up the before vacant s.p.a.ce. All eyes were turned upon the strangers, as, through the howling wind and rushing rain, they bore into the room, and placed upon the back floor, a man struggling in a fit of epilepsy.
"Well, measter, how is it with "un?" said the foremost, who was a stout rosy fellow from the labouring cla.s.s.
No answer was returned to the inquiry made in a kindly tone. The person thus addressed still continued writhing in convulsions, and perfectly unconscious of his own ident.i.ty or of that of any person around him.
"Put a tablespoonful of salt into his mouth, man," said Corbett the carpenter, "that will bring him to if anything will."
The simple, but powerful remedy was promptly administered by Mary, and after some minutes the paroxysms of the disorder grew less violent, and the sick man, with a heavy groan, unclosed his large dark eyes, and gazed vacantly around him,--his teeth still chattering, and his muscular limbs trembling like one in an ague fit.
"Courage, measter," said the labourer, giving him a friendly slap on the shoulder. "There"s nought that can hurt thee here. See, the fire burns cheerfully, and "tis human creturs an" friends that are about thee."
"Is it gone?" groaned the prostrate form, closing his eyes as if to shut out some frightful apparition,--"gone for ever?"
"Ay, vanished clean away into the black night."
"What did he see?" cried a chorus of eager voices; and every one in the room crowded round the fallen man.
"He seed old Mason"s ghost on the bridge," said the labourer, "an" I seed it too. An ugsome looking cretur it wor, an" I wor mortal skeared, howdsomever, when measter screeched an" fell, I forgot to look on "un agin--I wor so skeared about "un. This good man com"d along, as luck wud ha" it, and helped me to carry "un in here. For my part, I thought as how Measter Noah was dead; an" as he owed me four pounds and three shillings for my harvestin" with "un, an" I had no writin" to show for it, I thought it wud be a bad job for me an" the fam"ly."
"True, neibor," said the other bearer, sententiously. "The sight of the ghost wor nothin" to that."
"And did the ghost speak to you?" said the little tailor.
"Na, na. I b"leeve that them gentry from the other world are sworn over by Satan to hold their tongues, an" never speak unless spoken to.
Howdsomever, this ghost never said a word; it stood by centre arch o"
bridge, wrapped up in a winding sheet, that flickered all over like moonlight; an" it shook ter heed, an" glowered on us with two fiery eyes as big as saucers, an" then sunk down an" vanished."
"Oh, it was him--him!" again groaned forth the terror-stricken man, rising to a sitting posture. "He looked just as _he_ did, that night--that night we found him murdered."
"Of whom do you speak, Master Cotton?" said the little tailor.
"Of Squire Carlos."
"Squire Carlos! Did the ghost resemble him? He has been dead long enough to sleep in peace in his grave. It is more than twenty years agone since he was murdered by that worthless scamp, Bill Martin. I was but a slip of a lad then. I walked all the way from ---- to Ipswich, to see him hung. How came you to think of him?"
"It was him, or some demon in his shape," said Noah Cotton--for it was the hero of my tale--now able to rise and take the chair that the gossiping little tailor offered him. "If ever I saw Mr. Carlos in life, I saw his apparition on the bridge this night."
"A man should know his own father," mused the tailor, "and yet here is Bob Mason takes the same appearance for the ghostly resemblance of his own _respectable_ progenitor. There is some strange trickery in all this. What the d.i.c.kens should bring the ghost of Squire Carlos so far from his own parish? He wor shot in his own preserves by Bill Martin. I mind the circ.u.mstance quite well. A good man wor the old Squire, but over particular about his game. If I mistake not, you be Measter Noah Cotton, whose mother lived up at the porter"s lodge?"
Noah nodded a.s.sent, but he didn"t seem to relish these questions and reminiscences of the honest labourer, while Josh, delighted to hear his tongue run, continued--
"I kind o" "spect you"ve forgotten me, Mister Cotton. I used to work in them days at Farmer Humphrey"s, up Wood-lane. You have grow"d an old-looking man since I seed you last. You were young and spry enough then. I didna b"leeve the tales that volk did tell of "un--that you were the Squire"s own son. But you be as loike him now as two peas. The neebors wor right arter all."
The stranger winced, and turned pale.
"They say as how you"ve grow"d a rich man yoursel" since that time. Is the old "uman, your mother, livin" still?"
"She is dead," said Noah, turning his back abruptly on the interrogator, and addressing himself to the mistress of the house. "Mrs. Mason, I have been very ill. I feel better, but the fit has left me weak and exhausted. Can you give me a bed and a room to myself, where I could sleep the effects of it quietly off?"
"My beds are engaged," was the curt reply of the surly dame. "Pray how long have you been subject to those fits?"
"For several years. Ever since I had the typhus fever. And now the least mental anxiety brings them on."
"So it appears. Particularly the sight of an old friend when least expected. This is strange," and she smiled significantly; "for he was, both living and dead, a kind friend to you."
"He was indeed," sighed the stranger. "It was not until after I lost him, that I knew how much I was indebted to him." Then suddenly turning from her, he looked stedfastly towards the open door. "It rains cats and dogs, mother; you surely cannot refuse me a bed on such a night?"
"I have already told you, I have no bed to spare. To speak the plain truth," added she, with a grim smile, "I don"t like your hang-dog face, and want none of your company. If you"re afraid of a shadow, you are either a great coward, or a big fool. I despise both characters. If not, you are a designing rogue, and enough of such folks come here every night."
"I will pay you well for the accommodation," urged Noah, without noticing or resenting Martha"s malignant speech.
"Mother, he be as rich as a Jew," whispered Josh, in her ear.
The hint, disregarded by Mrs. Mason, was not unheeded by Sophy Grimshawe, who, gliding across the room, said, in a soft, persuasive voice: "Mr. Cotton, if you will step into the next house, I will give you my bed for the night."
"The bold hussy!" muttered Martha.
"Is it far to go?" and Noah shuddered, as he glanced into the black night.
"Only a step; just out of one door into the other. If you be afraid,"
she continued, looking up into his gloomy but handsome face with an arch smile, "I will protect you. I am afraid of thunder, but not of ghosts.
Come along; depend upon it we shall not see anything worse than ourselves."
"There"s many a true word spoken at random," said Martha, glancing after the twain, as the door closed upon them. "I"ll bet all I"m worth in the world that that fellow is not afraid of nothing; he"s troubled with a bad conscience. He"s a hateful, unlucky-looking fellow! I"m glad that bold girl relieved me of his company."
"Martha," said Josh, "you"re far wrong this time. Noah Cotton do bear an excellent character; an" then he has lots o" cash." This circ.u.mstance, apparently, gave him great importance in the poor man"s eyes. "That Squire Carlos, who wor murdered by Bill Martin, left in his will a mort a" money to Noah Cotton. People do say that he wor his son."
"A likely story, that!" cried the woman, tossing up her head.
"He is very like the Squire, at any rate," said the little tailor. "I knew him for several years, and always found him a decent quiet fellow; rather proud, and fond of dressing above his rank, perhaps. But then, he always paid his tailor"s bill like a gentleman. Indeed, many that I make for, who call themselves gentlemen, might take pattern by him. He was a very handsome young fellow in those days, tall, straight, and exceedingly well made; as elastic and supple as an eel; and was the best cricket-player in the county. I don"t know what can have come across Noah, that he looks so gaunt and thin, and is such an old man before his time. He has been given to those terrible fits ever since he made one of the party that found the body of Mr. Carlos. It"s no wonder; for he loved the Squire; and the Squire was mortal fond of him. He became very religious after he got that shock, and has been a very strict Methodist ever since."
"He"s not a bit the better for that," said Martha. "The greatest sinners stand in need of the longest prayers. I thought that he had been a Methodist parson, by the cut of his jib. Where, my lads," turning to the two men who had brought him in, "did you pick the fellow up?"
"Why, do ye see, mistress, that I"ve been a" harvesting with "un, an" he tuk me in the taxed cart with "un to the bank, to get change to pay me my wages. Going into town this morning, the hoss got skeared by some boys playing at ball. The ball struck the beast plump in the eye, an"
cut it so shocking bad, that measter left "un with the hoss doctor, and proposed for us to walk home in the cool o" the evening, as the distance is only eight miles or thereabouts. Before we starts home he takes me to the Crown Inn, and treats me to a pot of ale, an" while there he meets with some old acquaintance, who was telling him how he knew his father, old Noah, in "Mericky; an" how he had died very rich, an" left his money to a wife he had there, that he never married. An" I thought as how measter didn"t much like the news, as his father, it seems, had left him nothing--not even his blessing. Well, "twas nigh upon twelve o"clock when we started. "You"d better stay all night, measter," says I; ""tis nigh upon morning." "Sam Smith," says he, "I cannot sleep out o" my own bed;" and off we sets. On the bridge we heerd the first big clap o"
thunder; the next minute we sor the ghost, and my measter gives a screech which might have roused old Squire Carlos from the dead, and straight fell down in a fit. The ghost vanished in the twinkling of an eye; an" I met this good man, who helped me to bring Noah up here. He"s a kind measter, Noah Cotton, but a wonderful timersome man. I"ve heerd him, when we"ve been at work in the fields, start at the shivering of an aspen leaf, and cry out, "Sam! what"s that?""
"Did not Noah say summat about having lost his yellow canvas bag with his money?" asked the other man; "and that the ghost laid hold on him with a hand as cold as ice?"
"What, did a"?" and Sam Smith opened his large, round eyes, and distended his wide, good-natured mouth, with a look of blank astonishment.
"If the ghost robbed Noah Cotton of his canvas bag, that was what no living man could do!" cried Bob Mason, bursting into the room, and cutting sundry mad capers round the floor. "Hurrah for the ghost!"