And then beginned his funny courting--if you can call it courting, where a poor man allows hisself the luxury of pride at the wrong time, and makes a show of hisself in consequence. At least that"s my view; but you must know that a good few, quite as wise as me, took t"other side, and held that Jonathan covered his name with glory when he changed his mind about Hyssop Burges. That was her bitter name, but a pleasanter girl never walked on shoe-leather. She was Farmer Stonewer"s niece to White Works, and he took her in for a charity, and always said that "twas the best day"s work as ever he had done. A straight, hardworking, cheerful sort of a girl, with nothing to name about her very special save a fine shape and a proud way of holding her head in the air and looking her fellow creatures in the eyes. Proud she was for certain, and terrible partickler as to her friends; but there happened to be that about Jonathan that made flint to her steel. He knowed she was penniless, or he"d not have looked at her twice; and when, after a short, fierce sort of courting, she took him, everybody felt pleased about it but Farmer Stonewer, who couldn"t abide the thought of losing Hyssop, though his wife had warned him any time this four year that "twas bound to happen.
Farmer and the girl were sitting waiting for Jonathan one night; and she was a bit nervous, and he was trying for to calm her.
"Jonathan must be told," she says. "It can"t go on no longer."
"Then tell him," says her uncle. "Good powers!" he says; "to see you, one would think the news was the worst as could ever fall between a pair o" poor lovers, instead of the best."
"I know him a lot better than you," she tells Farmer; "and I know how plaguey difficult he can be where money"s the matter. He very near throwed me over when, in a weak moment, I axed him to let me buy my own tokening-ring. Red as a turkey"s wattles did he flame, and said I"d insulted him; and now, when he hears the secret, I can"t for the life of me guess how he"ll take it."
""Twas a pity you didn"t tell him when he offered for you," declared Hyssop"s aunt. "Proud he is as a silly peac.o.c.k, and terrible frightened of seeming to look after money, or even casting his eye where it bides; but he came to you without any notion of the windfall, and he loved you for yourself, like an honest man; and you loved him the same way; and right well you know that if your old cousin had left you five thousand pound instead of five hundred, Jonathan Drake was the right chap for you. He can"t blame himself, for not a soul on Dartymoor but us three has ever heard tell about the money."
"But he"ll blame me for having money at all," answered the girl. "He said a dozen times afore he offered for me, that he"d never look at a woman if she"d got more cash than what he had himself. That"s why I couldn"t bring myself to confess to it--and lose him. And, after we was tokened, it got to be harder still."
"Why not bide till you"m married, then?" asked Mrs. Stonewer. "Since it have gone so long, let it go longer, and surprise him with the news on the wedding-night--eh, James?"
"No," answered Farmer. ""Enough is as good as a feast." "Tis squandering blessings to do that at such a time. Keep the news till some rainy day, when he"s wondering how to get round a tight corner. That"s the moment to tell him; and that"s the moment he"s least likely to make a face at the news."
But Hyssop wouldn"t put it off no more; she said as she"d not have any further peace till the murder was out. And that very night, sure enough when Jonathan comed over from Dunnabridge for his bit of love-making, and the young couple had got the farm parlor to themselves, she plumped it out, finding him in a very kindly mood. They never cuddled much, for he wasn"t built that way; but he"d not disdain to sit beside her and put his arm around her now and again, when she picked up his hand and drew it round. Then, off and on, she"d rub her cheek against his mutton-chop whiskers, till he had to kiss her in common politeness.
Well, Hyssop got it out--Lord alone knows how, as she said afterwards.
She got it out, and told him that an old, aged cousin had died, and left her a nice little skuat[1] of money; and how she"d never touched a penny but let it goody in the bank; and how she prayed and hoped "twould help "em to Dunnabridge; and how, of course, he must have the handling of it, being a man, and so cruel clever in such things. She went on and on, pretty well frightened to stop and hear him. But, after she"d said it over about a dozen times, her breath failed her, and she shut her mouth, and tried to smile, and looked up terrible anxious and pleading at Jonathan.
His hard gray eyes bored into her like a brace of gimlets, and in return for all her talk he axed but one question.
"How long have you had this here money?" he said.
She told the truth, faltering and shaking under his glare.
"Four years and upwards, Jonathan."
"That"s years and years afore I axed you to marry me?"
"Yes, Jonathan."
"And you remember what I said about never marrying anybody as had more than what I have?"
"Yes, Jonathan."
"And you full know how many a time I told you that, after I paid off all my father"s debts, I had nought left, and "twould be years afore I could build up anything to call money?"
"Yes, Jonathan."
"Very well, then!" he cried out, and his brow crooked down and his fists clenched. "Very well, you"ve deceived me deliberate, and if you"d do that in one thing, you would in another. I"m going out of this house this instant moment, and you can tell your relations why "tis. I"m terrible sorry, Hyssop Burges, for no man will ever love you better than what I did; and so you"d have lived to find out when all this here courting tomfoolery was over, and you"d come to be my wife. But now I"ll have none of you, for you"ve played with me. And so--so I"ll bid you good-bye!"
He went straight out without more speech; and she tottered, weeping, to her uncle and aunt. They couldn"t believe their senses; and Jimmy Stonewer declared thereon that any man who could make himself such a masterpiece of a fool as Jonathan had done that night, was better out of the marriage state than in it. He told Hyssop as she"d had a marvelous escape from a prize zany; and his wife said the same. But the girl couldn"t see it like that. She knowed Jonathan weren"t a prize zany, and his raging pride didn"t anger her, for she admired it something wonderful, and it only made her feel her loss all the crueller to see what a terrible rare, haughty sort of a chap he was. There were a lot of other men would have had her, and twice as many again, if they"d known about the money; but they all seemed as tame as robins beside her hawk of a Jonathan. She had plenty of devil in her, too, when it came to the fighting pitch; and now, while he merely said that the match was broken off through a difference of opinion, and gave no reason for it, she set to work with all her might to get him back again, and used her love-sharpened wits so well as she knew how, to best him into matrimony.
II
In truth she made poor speed. Jonathan was always civil afterwards; but you might as soon have tried to thaw an iceberg with a box of matches as to get him round again by gentleness and affection. He was the sort that can"t be won with kindness. He felt he"d treated the world better than the world had treated him, and the thought shriveled his heart a bit.
Always shy and suspicious, you might say; and yet, underneath it, the most honorable and upright and high-minded man you could wish to meet.
Hyssop loved him like her life, and she got a bit poorly in health after their sad quarrel. Then chance willed it that, going down from Princetown to Plymouth by train--to see a chemist, and get something to make her eat--who should be in the selfsame carriage but Mr. Drake and his hind, Thomas Parsons.
There was others there, too; and it fell out that an old fellow as knowed Jonathan"s grandfather before him, brought up the yarn about Miser Brimpson, and asked young Drake if he took any stock in it.
Of course the man pooh-poohed such foolery, and told the old chap not to talk nonsense like that in the ear of the nineteenth century; but when Jonathan and Parsons had got out of the train--which they did do at Yelverton station--Hyssop, as knowed the old man, axed him to tell more about the miser; and he explained, so well as he knew how, that Brimpson Drake had made untold thousands out of the French and American prisoners, and that, without doubt, "twas all hidden even to this day at Dunnabridge.
"Of course Jonathan"s too clever to believe such a tale--like his father before him; but his grandfather believed it, and the old blid spent half his time poking about the farm. Only, unfortunately, he didn"t have no luck. But "tis there for sure; and if Jonathan had enough faith he"d come by it--not by digging and wasting time and labor, but by doing what is right and proper when you"m dealing with such matters."
"And what might that be?" axed Miss Burges.
Just then, however, the train for Plymouth ran up, and the old man told her that he"d explain some other time.
"This generation laughs at such things," he said; "but they laugh best who laugh last, and, for all we can say to the contrary, "tis nought but his conceit and pride be standing between that stiff-necked youth and the wealth of a bank."
Hyssop, she thought a lot upon this; but she hadn"t no need to go to the old chap again, as she meant to do, for when she got home, her uncle--Farmer Stonewer--knowed all about the matter, and told her how "twas a very rooted opinion among the last generation that a miser"s spirit never could leave its hidden h.o.a.rd till the stuff was brought to light, and in human hands once more.
"Millions of good money has been found in that manner, if all we hear is true," declared Farmer Jimmy; "and if one miser has been known to walk, which n.o.body can deny, then why shouldn"t another? Them as believe in such dark things--and I don"t say I do, and I don"t say I don"t--them as know of such mysteries happening in their own recollection, or in the memory of their friends, would doubtless say that Miser Brimpson still creeps around his gold now and again; and if that money be within the four corners of Dunnabridge Farm, and if Jonathan happed to be on the lookout on the rightful night and at the rightful moment, "tis almost any odds but he might see his forbear sitting over his money-bags like a hen on a clutch of eggs, and so recover the h.o.a.rd."
"But faith"s needed for such a deed," Mrs. Stonewer told her niece; "and that pig-headed creature haven"t no faith. Too proud, he is, to believe in anything he don"t understand. "Twas even so with Lucifer afore him.
If you told him--Jonathan--this news, he"d rather let the money go than set off ghost-hunting in cold blood. Yet there it is: and a humbler-minded fashion of chap, with the Lord on his side, and a trustful heart in his bosom, might very like recover all them tubs of cash the miser come by."
"And then he"d have thousands to my poor tens," said Hyssop. "Not that he"d ever come back to me now, I reckon."
But, all the same, she knowed by the look in Jonathan"s eye when they met, that he loved her still, and that his silly, proud heart was hungering after her yet, though he"d rather have been drawn under a harrow than show a spark of what was burning there.
And so, upon this nonsense about a buried treasure she set to work again to use her brains, and see if there might be any road out of the trouble by way of Miser Brimpson"s ghost.
What she did, none but them as helped her ever knew, until the story comed round to me; but "twas the cleverest thing that ever I heard of a maiden doing, and it worked a wonder. In fact, I can"t see but a single objection to the plot, though that was a serious thing for the girl. It lay in the fact that there had to be a secret between Hyssop and her husband; and she kept it close as the grave until the grave itself closed over him. Yet "twas an innocent secret, too; and, when all"s said, "tisn"t a wedded pair in five hundred as haven"t each their one little cupboard fast locked, with the key throwed away.
Six months pa.s.sed by, and Jonathan worked as only he knowed how to work, and tried to forget his sad disappointment by dint of toil. Early and late he labored, and got permission to reclaim a bit of moor for a "newtake," and so added a very fair three acres to his farm. He noticed about this time that his hind, Parsons, did oft drag up the subject of Miser Brimpson Drake; and first Jonathan laughed, and then he was angered, and bade Thomas hold his peace. But, though a very obedient and humble sort of man, Parsons would hark back to the subject, and tell how his father had known a man who was own brother to a miser; and how, when the miser died, his own brother had seen him clear as truth in the chimley-corner of his room three nights after they"d buried him; and how they made search, and found, not three feet from where the ghost had stood, a place in the wall with seventeen golden sovereigns hid in it, and a white witch"s cure for glanders. Thomas Parsons swore on the Book to this; and he said, as a certain fact, that New Year"s Night was the time most misers walked; and he advised Jonathan not to be dead to his own interests.
"At least, as a thinking man, that believes in religion and the powers of the air, in Bible word, you might give it a chance," said Thomas; and then Jonathan told him to shut his mouth, and not shame Dunnabridge by talking such childish nonsense.
The next autumn Jonathan went up beyond Exeter to buy some of they black-faced, horned Scotch sheep, and he wanted for Parsons to go with him; but his man falled ill the night afore, and so young Hacker went instead.
Drake reckoned then that Thomas Parsons would have to leave, for Dunnabridge weren"t a place for sick folk; and he"d made up his mind after he came back to turn the old chap off; but Thomas was better when the master got home, so the question of sacking him was let be, and Jonathan contented himself by telling Tom that, if he falled ill again, "twould be the last time. And Parsons said that was as it should be; but he hoped that at his age--merely sixty-five or thereabout--he wouldn"t be troubled with his breathing parts again for half a score o" years at least. He added that he"d done his work as usual while the master was away; but he didn"t mention that Hyssop Burges had made so bold as to call at Dunnabridge with a pony and cart, and that she"d spent a tidy long time there, and gone all over the house and farmyard, among other places, afore she drove off again.
And the next chapter of the story was told by Jonathan himself to his two men on the first day of the following year.
There was but little light of morning just then, and the three of "em were putting down some bread and bacon and a quart of tea by candlelight in the Dunnabridge kitchen, when Thomas saw that his master weren"t eating nothing to name. Instead, he went out to the barrel and drawed himself a pint of ale, and got along by the peat fire with it, and stuck his boots so nigh the scads as he dared without burning "em.
"What"s amiss?" said Thomas. "Don"t say you"m sick, master. And if you be, I lay no liquor smaller than brandy will fetch you round."
"I ban"t sick," answered Jonathan shortly.
He seemed in doubt whether to go on. Then he resolved to do so.