"There was a man in the yard last night," he said; "and, if I thought as either of you chaps knowed anything about it, I"d turn you off this instant, afore you"d got the bacon out of your throats."
"A man? Never!" cried Parsons.
"How was it the dog didn"t bark?" asked Hacker.
"How the devil do I know why he didn"t bark?" answered Jonathan, dark as night, and staring in the fire. One side of his face was red with the flames, and t"other side blue as steel along of the daylight just beginning to filter in at the window.
"All I can say is this," he added. "I turned in at half-after ten, just after that brace of old fools to Brownberry went off to see the New Year in. I slept till midnight; then something woke me with a start. What "twas, I can"t tell, but some loud sound near at hand, no doubt. I was going off again when I heard more row--a steady sound repeated over and over. And first I thought "twas owls; and then I heard "twas not. You might have said "twas somebody thumping on a barrel; but, at any rate, I woke up, and sat up, and found the noise was in the yard.
"I looked out of my chamber window then, and the moon was bright as day, and the stars sparkling likewise; and there, down by "the Judge"s Table"
where the thorn-tree grows, I see a man standing by the old barrel as plain as I see you chaps now."
"The Judge"s Table" be a wonnerful curiosity at Dunnabridge, and if you go there you"ll do well to ax to see it. "Tis a gert slab of moorstone said to have come from Crokern Torr, where the tinners held theer parliament in the ancient times. Now it bides over a water-trough with a white-thorn tree rising up above.
Jonathan took his breath when he"d got that far, and fetched his pipe out of his pocket and lighted it. Then he drank off half the beer, and spat in the fire, and went on.
"A man so tall as me, if not taller. He"d got one of them old white beaver hats on his head, and he wore a flowing white beard, so long as my plough-horse"s tail, and he walked up and down, up and down over the stones, like a sailor walks up and down on the deck of a ship. I shouted to the chap, but he didn"t take no more notice than the moon. Up and down he went; and then I told him, if he wasn"t off inside two minutes, I"d get my fowling-piece and let fly. Still he paid no heed; and I don"t mind saying to you men that, for half a second, I felt creepy-crawly and goose-flesh down the back. But "twas only the cold, I reckon, for my window was wide open, and I"d been leaning out of it for a good while into ten degrees of frost.
"After that, I got angry, and went down house and hitched the gun off the hooks over the mantelpiece, and ran out, just as I was, in nought but my boots and my nightshirt. The hour was so still as the grave at first, and the moon shone on the river far below and lit up the eaves and windows; and then, through the silence, I heard Widecombe bells ringing in the New Year. But the old night-bird in his top hat was gone.
Not a hair of his beard did he leave behind. I looked about, and then up came the dog, barking like fury, not knowing who I was, dressed that way, till he heard my voice. And that"s the tale; and who be that curious old rascal I"d much like to know."
They didn"t answer at first, and the daylight gained on "em. Then old Parsons spoke up, and wagged his head and swore that "twas no man his master had seen, but a creature from the other world.
"I"ll lay my life," he said, ""twas the spectrum of Miser Brimpson as you saw walking; and I"ll take oath by the New Year that "twas his way to show where his stuff be buried. For G.o.d"s sake," he says, "if you don"t want to get into trouble with unknown creatures, go out and pull up the cobblestones, and see if there"s anything underneath "em."
But Jonathan made as though the whole thing was nonsense, and wouldn"t let neither Thomas nor Hacker move a pebble. Only, the next day, he went off to a very old chap called Samuel Windeatt, whose father had been a boy at the time of the War Prison, and was said to have seen and known Miser Brimpson in the flesh. And the old man declared that, in his childish days, he"d heard of the miser, and that he certainly wore a beaver hat and had a white beard a yard long. So Jonathan came home again more thoughtful than afore, and finally--though he declared that he was ashamed to do it--he let Tom overpersuade him; and two days after the three men set to work where Drake had seen the spectrum.
They dug and they dug, this way and that; and Jonathan found nought, and Parsons found nought; but Hacker came upon a box, and they dragged it out of the earth, and underneath of it was another box like the first.
They was a pair of old rotten wood chests, by the look of them, made of boards nailed together with rusty nails. No locks or keys they had; but that was no matter, for they fell abroad at a touch, and inside of them was a lot of plate--candlesticks, snuffers, tea-kettles, table silver, and the like.
"Thunder!" cried out Jonathan. ""Tis all pewter trash, not worth a five-pound note! Us"ll dig again."
And dig they did for a week, till the farmyard in that place was turned over like a trenched kitchen-garden. But not another teaspoon did they find.
Meantime, however, somebody as understood such things explained to young Drake that the stuff unearthed was not pewter, nor yet Britannia metal neither, but old Sheffield plate, and worth plenty of good money at that.
Jonathan felt too mazed with the event to do anything about it for a month; then he went to Plymouth, and took a few pieces of the find in his bag. And the man what he showed "em to was so terrible interested that nothing would do but he must come up to Dunnabridge and see the lot. He offered two hundred and fifty pound for the things on the nail; so Jonathan saw very clear that they must be worth a good bit more. They haggled for a week, and finally the owner went up to Exeter and got another chap to name a price. In the long run, the dealers halved the things, and Jonathan comed out with a clear three hundred and fifty-four pound.
III
He wasn"t very pleased to talk about his luck, and inquisitive people got but little out of him on the subject; but, of course, Parsons and Hacker spoke free and often on the subject, for "twas the greatest adventure as had ever come to them in their lives; and, from telling the tale over and over old Parsons got to talk about it as if he"d seen the ghost himself.
Then, after he"d chewed over the matter for a s.p.a.ce of three or four months, and spring was come again, Jonathan Drake went off one night to White Works, just the same as he used to do when he was courting Hyssop Burges; and there was the little party as usual, with Mrs. Stonewer knitting, and Farmer reading yesterday"s newspaper, and Hyssop sewing in her place by her aunt.
"Well!" says Farmer Jimmy, "wonders never cease! And to see you again here be almost so big a wonder as that they tell about of the old miser"s tea-things. I"m sure we all give you joy, Jonathan; and I needn"t tell you as we was cruel pleased to hear about it."
The young man thanked them very civilly, and said how "twas a coorious come-along-of-it, and he didn"t hardly know what to think of the matter even to that day.
"I should reckon "twas a bit of nonsense what I"d dreamed," he said; "but money"s money, as who should know better than me? And, by the same token, I want a few words with Hyssop if she"m willing to give me ten minutes of her time."
"You"m welcome, Mr. Drake," she said.
He started at the surname; but she got up, and they went off just in the usual way to the parlor; and when they was there, she sat down in her old corner of the horsehair sofa and looked at him. But he didn"t sit down--not at first. He walked about fierce and talked fierce.
"I"ll ax one question afore I go on, and, if the answer"s what I fear, I"ll trouble you no more," he said. "In a word, be you tokened again? I suppose you be, for you"re not the sort to go begging. Say it quick if "tis so, and I"ll be off and trouble you no further."
"No, Mr. Drake. I"m free as the day you--you throwed me over," she answered, in a very quiet little voice.
He snorted at that, but was too mighty thankful to quarrel with the words. She could see he began to grow terrible excited now; and he walked up and down, taking shorter and shorter strides this way and that, like a hungry caged tiger as knows his bit of horse-flesh be on the way.
At last he bursts out again.
"There was a lot of lies told about that old plate us found at Dunnabridge. But the truth of the matter is, that I sold it for three hundred and fifty-four pounds."
"So Tom Parsons told uncle. A wonderful thing; and we sat up all night talking about it, Mr. Drake."
"For G.o.d"s sake call me "Jonathan"!" he cried out; "and tell me--tell me what the figure of your legacy was. You must tell me--you can"t withhold it. "Tis life or death--to me."
She"d never seen him so excited, but very well knowed what was in his mind.
"If you must know, you must," she answered. "I thought I told you when--when----"
"No, you didn"t. I wouldn"t bide to hear. Whatever "twas, you"d got more than me, and that was all I cared about; but now, if by good fortune "tis less than mine, you understand----"
"Of course "tis less. A hundred and eighty pound and the interest--a little over two hundred in all--is what I"ve gotten."
"Thank G.o.d!" he said.
Then he axed her if she could marry him still, or if she knew too much about his ways and his ideas to care about doing so.
And she took him again.
You see, Hyssop Burges was my mother, and when father died I had the rights of the story from her. By that time the old people at White Works and Tom Parsons was all gone home, and the secret remained safe enough with Hyssop herself.
The great difficulty was to put half her money and more, slap into Jonathan"s hands without his knowing how it got there; and, even when the game with the ghost was. .h.i.t upon, "twas hard to know how to do it clever. Hyssop wanted to hide golden sovereigns at Dunnabridge; but her uncle, with wonnerful wit, pointed out that they"d all be dated; and to get three hundred sovereigns and more a hundred years old could never have been managed. Then old Thomas, who was in the secret, of course, and played the part of Miser Brimpson, and got five pounds for doing it so clever, and another five after from his master, when the stuff was found--he thought upon trink.u.ms and jewels; and finally Mrs. Stonewer, as had a friend in the business, said that Sheffield plate would do the trick. And she was right. The plate was bought for three hundred and eighty pound, and kept close at White Works till "twas known that Jonathan meant to go away and bide away some days. Then my mother drove across with it; and Thomas made the cases wi" old rotten boards, and they drove a slant hole under the cobbles, and got all vitty again long afore young Drake came back home.
"Me and Jonathan was wedded in the fall of that year," said my mother to me when she told the tale. "And, come the next New Year"s Night, he was at our chamber window as the clock struck twelve, and bided there looking out into the yard for an hour, keen as the hawk that he was. He thought I must be asleep; but well I knowed he was seeking for an old man in a beaver hat wi" a long white beard, and well I knowed he"d never see him again. Of course your father took good care not to tell me the next morning that he"d been on the lookout for the ghost."
And my mother, in her own last days, oft dwelt on that trick; and sometimes she"d say, as the time for meeting father got nearer and nearer, "I wonder if "twill make any difference in heaven, where no secrets be hid?" And, knowing father so well as I had, I felt very sure as it might make a mighty lot of difference. So, in my crafty way, I hedged, and told mother that, for my part, I felt sartain there were some secrets that wouldn"t even be allowed to come out at Judgment Day, for fear of turning heaven into t"other place; and that this was one of "em. She always used to fret at that, however.
"I want for it to come out," she"d say. "And, if Jonathan don"t know, I shall certainly tell him. I"ve kept it in long enough, and I can"t trust myself to do it no more. He"ve got to know, and, with all eternity to get over it and forgive me in, I have a right to be hopeful that he will."
Hyssop Drake died in that fixed resolve; and I"m sure I trust that, when "tis my turn to join my parents again, I shall find no shadow between "em. But there"s a lot of doubt about it--knowing father.
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