"Come, courage, my lad," rang out Mr. Eden, "your troubles are nearly over. Feel this man"s hand, sir."
"How he trembles! Why, he must be chicken-hearted."
"No! only he is one of your men of action, not of pa.s.sive fort.i.tude.
He is imaginative, too, and suffers remorse for his crimes without the soothing comfort of penitence. Twenty-four hours of that black hole would deprive him or any such nature of the light of reason."
"Is this a mere opinion or do you propose to offer me proof?"
"Six men driven by this means alone to the lunatic asylum, of whom two died there soon after."
"Hum! of what nature is your proof? I cannot receive a.s.sertion."
"Entries made at the time by a man of unimpeachable honesty."
"Indeed!"
"Who hates me and adores Mr. Hawes."
"Very well, Mr. Eden," replied the other keenly, "whatever you support by such evidence as that I will accept as fact and act upon it."
"Done!"
"Done!" and Mr. Lacy smiled good-humoredly, but, it must be owned, incredulously. "Is that proof at hand?" he added.
"It is. But one thing at a time--the leathern gallows is the iniquity we are unearthing at present. Ah! here are Mr. Hawes and his subordinates."
"Subordinates?"
"You will see why I call them so."
Mr. Williams. "I trust you will not accept the evidence of a refractory prisoner against an honest, well-tried officer, whose conduct for two years past we have watched and approved."
Mr. Lacy replied with dignity: "Your good opinion of Mr. Hawes shall weigh in his favor at every part of the evidence, but you must not dictate to me the means by which I am to arrive at the truth."
Mr. Williams bit his lip and was red and silent.
"But, your reverence," cried Robinson, "don"t let me be called a refractory prisoner when you know I am not."
"Then what were you in the black-hole for?"
"For obeying orders."
"Nonsense! hum! Explain."
"His reverence said to me, "You are a good writer; write your own life down. See how you like it when you look at it with reason"s eye instead of pa.s.sion"s, all spread out before you in its true colors. Tell the real facts--no false coin, nor don"t put any sentiments down you don"t feel to please me--I shall only despise you," said his reverence.
Well, sir, I am not a fool, and so of course I could see how wise his reverence was, and how much good might come to my poor sinful soul by doing his bidding; and I said a little prayer he had taught me against a self-deceiving heart--his reverence is always letting fly at self-deception--and then I sat down and I said, "Now I won"t tell a single lie or make myself a pin better or worse than I really am. Well, gentlemen, I hadn"t written two pages when Mr. Fry found me out and told the governor, and the governor had me shoved into the black-hole where you found me."
"This is Mr. Fry, I think?"
"My name is Fry"
"Was this prisoner sent to the black-hole merely for writing his life by the chaplain"s orders?"
"You must ask the governor, sir. My business is to report offenses and to execute orders; I don"t give "em."
"Mr. Hawes, was he sent to the black-hole for doing what the chaplain had set him to do by way of a moral lesson?"
"He was sent for scribbling a pack of lies without my leave."
"What! when he had the permission of your superior officer."
"Of my superior officer?"
"Your superior in the department of instruction, I mean. Can you doubt that he is so with these rules before you? Let me read you one of them: "Rule 18. All prisoners, including those sentenced to hard labor, are to have such time allowed them for instruction as the chaplain may think proper, whether such instruction withdraw them from their labor for a time or not." And again, by "Rule 80. Each prisoner is to have every means of moral and religious instruction the chaplain shall select for each as suitable." So that you have pa.s.sed out of your own department into a higher department, which was a breach of discipline, and you have affronted the head of that department and strained your authority to undermine his, and this in the face of Rule 18, which establishes this principle: that should the severities of the prison claim a prisoner by your mouth, and religious or moral instruction claim him by the chaplain"s, your department must give way to the higher department."
"This is very new to me, sir; but if it is the law--"
"Why, you see it is the law, printed for your guidance. I undo your act, Mr. Hawes; the prisoner Robinson will obey the chaplain in all things that relate to religious or moral instruction, and he will write his life as ordered, and he is not to be put to hard labor for twenty-four hours. By this means he will recover his spirits and the time and moral improvement you have made him lose. You hear, sir?" added he very sharply.
"I hear," said Hawes sulkily.
"Go on with your evidence, Mr. Eden."
"Robinson, my man, you see that machine?"
"Ugh! yes, I see it."
"For two months I have been trying to convince Mr. Hawes that engine is illegal. I failed; but I have been more fortunate with this gentleman who comes from the Home Office. He has not taken as many minutes to see it is unlawful."
"Stop a bit, Mr. Eden. It is clearly illegal, but the torture is not proved."
"Nor ever will be," put in Mr. Hawes.
"So then, Robinson, no man on earth has the right to put you into that machine."
"Hurrah!"
"It is therefore as a favor that I ask you to go into it to show its operation."
"A favor, your reverence, to you? I am ready in a minute." Robinson was jammed, throttled, and nailed in the man-press. Mr. Lacy stood in front of him and eyed him keenly and gravely. "They seem very fond of you, these fellows."
"Can you give your eyes to that sight and your ears to me?" asked Mr.
Eden.
"I can."
"Then I introduce to you a new character--Mr. Fry. Mr. Fry is a real character, unlike those of romance and melodrama, which are apt to be either a streak of black paint or else a streak of white paint. Mr. Fry is variegated. He is a moral magpie; he is, if possible, as devoid of humanity as his chief; but to balance this defect, he possesses, all to himself, a quality, a very high quality, called Honesty."
"Well, that is a high quality and none too common."