Miss Meredith, evidently encouraged by her father"s humour, made a mouth, and droned in a sing-song voice: ""What doth every sin deserve? Every sin deserveth G.o.d"s wrath and curse, both in this life and that which is to come."" Such a desecration of the Westminster a.s.sembly of Divines" "Shorter Catechism" would doubtless have produced further and severer reproof from Mrs. Meredith, but the censure was prevented by the clump of heavy boots, followed by the entrance of an over-tall, loosely-built fellow of about eighteen years, whose clothes rather hung about than fitted him.
"Your servant, marms," was his greeting, as he struggled to make a bow. "Your servant, squire. Mr. Hitchins, down ter Trenton, where I went yestere"en with a bale of shearings, asked me ter come araound your way with a letter an" a bond-servant that come ter him on a hay-sloop from Philadelphia. So--"
"Having nothing better to do, you came?" interrupted Janice, with a gravely courteous manner.
"That "s it, Miss Janice; I"m obleeged ter you for sayin" it better nor I could," said the young fellow, gratefully, while manifestly straining to get a letter from his pocket.
"Hast breakfasted, Phil?" asked the squire.
Producing the letter with terrible effort, and handing it to Mr. Meredith, Hennion began, "As for that--"
Here Janice interrupted by saying, "You breakfasted in Trenton--what a pity!"
"Janice!" snapped her mother, warningly. "Cease thy clack and set a chair for Philemon this instant."
That individual tried to help the girl, but he was not quick enough, except to get awkwardly in the way, and bring his shins in sharp contact with the edge of the chair. Uttering an exclamation of pain, he dropped his hat,--a proceeding which set the two girls off into ill-suppressed giggles. But finally, relieved of his tormenting head-gear, he was safely seated, and Janice set the dishes in front of him, from all of which he helped himself liberally. Meanwhile, the squire broke the seal of the letter and began to read it.
"Wilt have tea or home brew?" asked Mrs. Meredith.
"Beer for me, marm, thank you. An" I think it only kindly ter say I"ve hearn talk concernin" your tea drinkin"."
"Let "em talk," muttered the squire, angrily, looking up from the letter. ""T is nothing to me."
"But Joe Bagby says there "s a scheme ter git the committee of Brunswick township ter take it up."
"Not they," fumed Mr. Meredith. ""T is one thing to write anonymous letters, but quite another matter to stand up and be counted. As for that scamp Joe--"
"Anonymous letters?" questioned Philemon.
"Ay," sputtered the squire, taking from his pocket a paper which he at once crushed into a ball, and then as promptly smoothed out again as a preliminary to handing it to the youth.
With difficulty, for the writing was bad, and the paper old and dirty, Philemon read out the following:--
Mister Muridith,-- Noing that agenst the centyments of younited Amurika you still kontiyou to youse tea, thairfor, this is to worn you that we konsider you as an enemy of our kuntry, and if the same praktises are kontinyoud, you will shortly receeve a visit from the kommitty of Tar And Fethers, Brunswick Township.
"The villains!" cried Janice, flushing. "Who can have dared to send it?"
"One of my tenants, like as not," snapped the squire.
"They "d never dare," a.s.serted Janice.
"Dare!" cried the squire. "What daring does it take to write unsigned threats and nail "em at night on a door? They get more lawless every day, with their committees and town meetings and mobs. "T is next to impossible to make "em pay their rents now, and to hear "em talk ye"d conclude that they owned their farms and could not be turned off. A pretty state of things when a man with twenty thousand acres under leaseholds has to beg for his rentals, and then does n"t get "em."
"You "d find it easier ter git your rents, squire, if you only sided more with folks, an" wa"n"t so stiff," suggested the youth.
"A little yieldin" now an" then--"
"Never!" roared Mr. Meredith. "I"ll have no Committee of Correspondence, nor Sons of Liberty, nor Town Meeting telling me what I may do or not do at Greenwood, any more than I let the ragtag and bobtail tell me what I was to buy in "69. Till I say nay, tea is drunk at Greenwood," and the squire"s fist came down on the table with a bang.
"Folks say that Congress will shut up the ports," said the young man.
"Ay. And British frigates will open "em. The people are mad, sir, Bedlam mad, with the idea of liberty, as they call it.
Liberty, indeed! when they try to say what a man shall do in his own house; what he shall eat; what he shall wear. And this Congress! We, A and B, elect C to say what the rest of the alphabet shall do, under penalty of tar and feathers, burned ricks, or--don"t talk to me, sir, of a Congress. "T is but an attempt of the mobility to override the n.o.bility of this land, sir.
Once again the plates rattled on the table from the squire"s fist, and it became evident that if Miss Meredith had a temper it came by inheritance.
"Now, Lambert," interposed his wife, "stop banging the table and getting hot about nothing. Remember how thee hadst the colonies ruined in Stamp Act times, and again during the a.s.sociation, and it all went over, just as this will. Pour thy father another tankard of small beer, Janice."
Clearly, what the Committee of Correspondence, and even the approaching Congress could not do, Mrs. Meredith could, for the squire settled back quietly into his chair, took a long swallow of beer, and resumed his letter.
"What does Mr. Cauldwell say, dadda?" inquired the daughter.
"Hmm," said Mr. Meredith. "That he sends me the likeliest one from his last shipment. What sort of fellow is he, Phil?"
Hennion paused to swallow an over-large mouthful, which almost produced a choking fit, before he could reply. "He han"t a civil word about him, squire--a regular sullen dog."
"Cauldwell writes guardedly, saying it was the best he could do. Where d" ye leave him, lad?"
"Outside, in my waggon."
"Peg, bid him to come in. We"ll have a look at--" Mr.
Meredith consulted the covenant enclosed and read, "Charles Fownes heigh?"
A moment later, preceded by the maid, Fownes entered.
He took a quick, almost furtive, survey of the room, then glanced in succession at each of those seated about the table, till his eyes rested on Janice. There they fixed themselves in a bold, unconcealed scrutiny, to the no small embarra.s.sment of the maiden, though the man himself stood in an easy, unconstrained att.i.tude, quite unheeding the five pairs of eyes staring at him, or, if conscious, entirely unembarra.s.sed by them.
"Well, Charles, Mr. Cauldwell writes me that ye don"t know much about horses or gardening, but he thinks ye have parts and can pick it up quickly."
Still keeping his eyes on Miss Meredith, Fownes nodded his head, with a short, quick jerk, far from respectful.
"But he also says ye are a surly, hot-tempered fellow, who may need a touch of a whip now and again."
Without turning his head, a second time the man gave a jerk of it, conveying an idea of a.s.sent, but it was the a.s.sent of contempt far more than of accord.
"Come, come," ordered the squire, testily. "Let "s have a sound of your tongue. Is Mr. Cauldwell right?"
Still looking at Miss Meredith, the man shrugged his shoulders, and replied, "Bain"t vor the bikes of ar to zay Mister Cauldwell bai a liar." Yet the voice and manner left little doubt in the hearers as to the speaker"s private opinion, and Janice laughed, partly at the implication, but more in nervousness.
"What kind of work are ye used to?" asked Mr. Meredith.
The man hesitated for a moment and then muttered crossly, "Ar indentured vor to work, not to bai questioned."
"Then work ye shall have," cried the squire, hotly. "Peg, show him the stable, and tell Tom--"
"One moment, Lambert," interjected his wife, and then she asked, "Hast thou had breakfast, Charles?"
Fownes shook his head sullenly.
"Take him to the kitchen and give him some at once, Peg,"
ordered Mrs. Meredith.