I, Thou, and the Other One.
by Amelia Edith Huddleston Barr.
CHAPTER FIRST
THE ATHELINGS
"_The Land is a Land of hills and valleys, and drinketh water of the rain of heaven._"
Beyond Thirsk and Northallerton, through the Cleveland Hills to the sea eastward, and by Roseberry Topping, northward, there is a lovely, lonely district, very little known even at the present day. The winds stream through its hills, as cool and fresh as living water; and whatever beauty there is of mountain, valley, or moorland, Farndale and Westerdale can show it; while no part of England is so rich in those picturesque manor-houses which have been the homes of the same families for twenty generations.
The inhabitants of this region are the incarnation of its health, strength, and beauty,--a tall, comely race; bold, steadfast, and thrifty, with very positive opinions on all subjects. There are no Laodiceans among the men and women of the North-Riding; they are one thing or another--Episcopalians or Calvinists; Conservatives or Radicals; friends or enemies. For friendship they have a capacity closer than brotherhood. Once friends, they are friends forever, and can be relied on in any emergency to "aid, comfort, and abet," legally or otherwise, with perhaps a special zest to give a.s.sistance, if it just smacks of the "otherwise."
Of such elements, John Atheling, lord of the manors of Atheling and Belward, was "kindly mixed," a man of towering form and great mental vigour, blunt of speech, single of purpose, leading, with great natural dignity, a sincere, unsophisticated life. He began this story one evening in the May of 1830; though when he left Atheling manor-house, he had no idea anything out of the customary order of events would happen. It is however just these mysterious conditions of everyday life that give it such gravity and interest; for what an hour will bring forth, no man can say; and when Squire Atheling rode up to the crowd on the village green, he had no presentiment that he was going to open a new chapter in his life.
He smiled pleasantly when he saw its occasion. It was a wrestling match; and the combatants were his own chief shepherd and a stranger. In a few moments the shepherd was handsomely "thrown" and n.o.body knew exactly how it had been done. But there was hearty applause, led by the Squire, who, nodding at his big ploughman, cried out, "Now then, Adam Sedbergh, stand up for Atheling!" Adam flung off his vest and stepped confidently forward; but though a famous wrestler among his fellows, he got as speedy and as fair a fall as the shepherd had received before him. The cheers were not quite as hearty at this result, but the Squire said peremptorily,--
"It is all right. Hold my horse, Jarum. I"ll have to cap this match myself. And stand back a bit, men, I want room enough to turn in." He was taking off his fine broadcloth coat and vest as he spoke, and the lad he was to match, stood looking at him with his hands on his hips, and a smile on his handsome face. Perhaps the att.i.tude and the smile nettled the Squire, for he added with some pride and authority,--
"I would like you to know that I am Squire Atheling; and I am not going to have a better wrestler than myself in Atheling Manor, young man, not if I can help it."
"I know that you are Squire Atheling," answered the stranger. "I have been living with your son Edgar for a year, why wouldn"t I know you? And if I prove myself the better man, then you shall stop and listen to me for half-an-hour, and you may stop a whole hour, if you want to; and I think you will."
"I know nothing about Edgar Atheling, and I am not standing here either to talk to thee, or to listen to thee, but to give thee a fair "throw" if I can manage it." He stretched out his left hand as he spoke, and the young man grasped it with his right hand. This result was antic.i.p.ated; there was a swift twist outward, and a lift upward, and before anyone realised what would happen, a pair of shapely young legs were flying over the Squire"s shoulder. Then there rose from twenty Yorkshire throats a roar of triumph, and the Squire put his hands on his hips, and looked complacently at the stranger flicking the Atheling dust from his trousers. He took his defeat as cheerily as his triumph.
"It was a clever throw, Squire," he said.
"Try it again, lad."
"Nay, I have had enough."
"I thought so. Now then, don"t brag of thy wrestling till thou understandest a bit of "In-play." But I"ll warrant thou canst talk, so I"ll give myself a few minutes to listen to thee. I should say, I am twice as old as thou art, but I notice that it is the babes and sucklings that know everything, these days."
As the Squire was speaking, the youth leaped into an empty cart which someone pushed forward, and he was ready with his answer,--
"Squire," he said, "it will take not babes, but men like you and these I see around me, for the wrestling match before us all. What we have to tackle is the British Government and the two Houses of Parliament."
The Squire laughed scornfully. "They will "throw" thee into the strongest jail in England, my lad; they will sink thee four feet under ground, if thou art bound for any of that nonsense."
"They will have enough to do to take care of themselves soon."
"Thou art saying more than thou knowest. Wouldst thou have the horrors of 1792 acted over again, in England? My lad, I was a youngster then, but I saw the red flag, dripping with blood, go round the Champ-de-Mars."
"None of us want to carry the red flag, Squire. It is the tri-colour of Liberty we want; and that flag--in spite of all tyrants can do--will be carried round the world in glory! When I was in America--"
"Wilt thou be quiet about them foreign countries? We have bother enough at home, without going to the world"s end for more. And I will have no such talk in my manor. If thou dost not stop it, I shall have to make thee."
"King William, and all his Lords and Commons, cannot stop such talk.
It is on every honest tongue, and at every decent table. It is in the air, Squire, and the winds of heaven carry it wherever they go."
"If thou saidst _William Cobbett_, thou mightst happen hit the truth.
The winds of heaven have better work to do. What art thou after anyway?"
"Such a Parliamentary Reform as will give every honest man a voice in the Government."
"Just so! Thou wouldst make the door of the House of Commons big enough for any rubbish to go through."
"The plan has been tried, Squire, in America; and
As the Liberty Lads over the sea, Bought their freedom--and cheaply--with blood; So we, boys, we Will die fighting; or live free, And down with--"
"Stop there!" roared the Squire. "Nonsense in poetry is a bit worse than any other kind of nonsense. Speak in plain words, or be done with it! Do you know what you want?"
"That we do. We want the big towns, where working men are the many, and rich men, the few, to be represented. We want all sham boroughs thrown out. What do you think of Old Sarum sending a member to Parliament, when there isn"t any Old Sarum? There used to be, in the days of King Edward the First, but there is now no more left of it than there is of the Tower of Babel. What do you think of the Member for Ludgershall being not only the Member, but the _whole const.i.tuency_ of Ludgershall?
What do you think of Gatton having just seven voters, and sending _two_ members to Parliament?"--then leaning forward, and with burning looks drinking the wind of his own pa.s.sionate speech--"What do you think of _Leeds! Manchester! Birmingham! Sheffield!_ being _without any representation_!"
"My lad," cried the Squire, "have not Leeds, Manchester, Birmingham, Sheffield, done very well without representation?"
"Squire, a child may grow to a man without love and without care; but he is a robbed and a wronged child, for all that."
"The Government knows better than thee what to do with big towns full of unruly men and women."
"That is just the question. They are not represented, because they are made up of the working population of England. But the working man has not only his general rights, he has also rights peculiar to his condition; and it is high time these rights were attended to. Yet these great cities, full of woollen and cotton weavers, and of fine workers in all kinds of metals, have not a man in Parliament to say a word for them."
"What is there to say? What do they want Parliament to know?" asked the Squire, scornfully.
"They want Parliament to know that they are being forced to work twelve hours a day, for thirty pennies a week; and that they have to pay ten pennies for every four-pound loaf of bread. And they expect that when Parliament knows these two facts, something will be done to help them in their poverty and misery. They believe that the people of England will _compel_ Parliament to do something."
"There are Members in both Houses that know these things, why do they not speak?--if it was reasonable to do so."
"Squire, they dare not. They have not the power, even if they had the will. The Peers and the great Landlords own two-thirds of the House of Commons. They _own_ their boroughs and members, just as they _own_ their parks and cattle. One duke returns eleven members; another duke returns nine members; and such a city as Manchester cannot return one! If this state of things does not need reforming, I do not know what does."
So far his words had rushed rattling on one another, like the ring of iron on iron in a day of old-world battle; but at this point, the Squire managed again to interrupt them. From his saddle he had something of an advantage, as he called out in an angry voice,--
"And pray now, what are _you_ to make by this business? Is it a bit of bra.s.s--or land--or power that you look forward to?"
"None of them. I have set my heart on the goal, and not on the prize.
Let the men who come after me reap; I am glad enough if I may but plough and sow. The Americans--"
"_Chaff_, on the Americans! We are North-Riding men. We are Englishmen.
We are sound-hearted, upstanding fellows who do our day"s work, enjoy our meat and drinking, pay our debts, and die in our beds; and we want none of thy Reform talk! It is all scandalous rubbish! Bouncing, swaggering, new-fashioned trumpery! We don"t hold with Reformers, nor with any of their ways! I will listen to thee no longer. Thou mayst talk to my men, if they will be bothered with thee. I"m not afraid of anything thou canst say to them."
"I think they will be bothered with me, Squire. They do not look like fools."
"At any rate, there isn"t one Reform fool among them; but I"ll tell thee something--go to a looking-gla.s.s, and thou mayst shake thy fist in the face of one of the biggest fools in England,"--and to the laughter this sally provoked the Squire galloped away.
For a short distance, horse and rider kept up the pace of enthusiasm; but when the village was left behind, the Squire"s mood fell below its level; and a sudden depression a.s.sailed him. He had "thrown" his man; he had "threeped" him down in argument; but he had denied his son, and he brought a hungry heart from his victory. The bright face of his banished boy haunted the evening shadows; he grew sorrowfully impatient at the memories of the past; and when he could bear them no longer, he struck the horse a smart blow, and said angrily,--