"I have striven and struggled all my life long; only myself knows how sorely, save G.o.d; and only He can tell, for I am sure I can"t, how I have contrived to keep my head any way above water. And now it"s under it."
Taking the box, which Ben Rymer handed to him, Lee spoke a word of thanks, and went out. He could not say much; heart and spirit were alike broken. Ben called to his boy to mind the shop, and went over to Salmon"s. That self-sufficient man and prosperous tradesman was sitting down at his desk in the shop-corner, complacently digesting his dinner--which had been a good one, to judge by his red face.
"Can"t you manage to do something for Lee?" began Ben, after looking round to see that they were alone. "He is at a rare low ebb."
"Do something for Lee?" repeated Salmon. "What could I do for him?"
"Put him in his place again."
"I dare say!" Salmon laughed as he spoke, and then demanded whether Ben was a fool.
"You might do it if you would," said Ben. "As to Lee, he won"t last long, if things continue as they are. Better give him a chance to live a little longer."
"Now what do you mean?" demanded Salmon. "Why don"t you ask me to put a weatherc.o.c.k on yonder malthouse of Pashley"s? Jelf has got Lee"s place, and you know it."
"But Jelf does not intend to keep it."
"Who says he does not?"
"He says it. He told me yesterday that he was sick and tired of the tramping, and meant to resign. He only took it as a convenience, whilst he waited for a clerkship he was trying for at a brewery at Worcester.
And he is to get that with the new year."
"Then what does Jelf mean by talking about it to others before he has spoken to me?" cried Salmon, going into a temper. "He thought to leave me and the letters at a pinch, I suppose! I"ll teach him better."
"You may teach him anything you like, if you"ll put Lee on again. I"ll go bail that he won"t get smoking again on his rounds. I think it is just a toss-up of life or death to him. Come! do a good turn for once, Salmon."
Salmon paused. He was not bad-hearted, only self-important.
"What would Mr. Tanerton say to it?"
Ben did not answer. He knew that there, after Salmon himself, was where the difficulty would lie.
"All that you have been urging goes for nonsense, Rymer. Unless the Rector came to me and said, "You may put Lee on again," I should not, and could not, attempt to stir in the matter; and you must know that as well as I do."
"Can"t somebody see Tanerton, and talk to him? One would think that the sight of Lee"s face would be enough to soften him, without anything else."
"I don"t know who"d like to do it," returned Salmon. And there the conference ended, for the apprentice came in from his dinner.
Very much to our surprise, Mr. Ben Rymer walked in that same evening to Crabb Cot, and was admitted to the Squire. In spite of Mr. Ben"s former ill-doings, which he had got to know of, the Squire treated Ben civilly, in remembrance of his father, and of his grandfather, the clergyman.
Ben"s errand was to ask the Squire to intercede for Lee with Herbert Tanerton. And the pater, after talking largely about the iniquity of Lee, as connected with burnt letters, came round to Ben"s way of thinking, and agreed to go to the Rectory.
"Herbert Tanerton"s harder than nails, and you"ll do no good," remarked Tod, watching us away on the following morning; for the pater took me with him to break the loneliness of the walk. "He"ll turn as cold to you as a stone the moment you bring up the subject, sir. Tell me I"m a story-teller when you come back if he does not, Johnny."
We took the way of the Ravine. It was a searching day; the wintry wind keen and "unkind as man"s ingrat.i.tude." Before us, toiling up the descent to the Ravine at the other end, and coming to a halt at the stile to pant and cough, went a woebegone figure, thinly clad, which turned out to be Lee himself. He had a small bundle of loose sticks in his hand, which he had come to pick up. The Squire was preparing a sort of blowing-up greeting for him, touching lighted matches and carelessness, but the sight of the mild, starved grey face disarmed him; he thought, instead, of the days when Lee had been a prosperous farmer, and his tone changed to one of pity.
"Hard times, I"m afraid, Lee."
"Yes, sir, very hard. I"ve known hard times before, but I never thought to see any so cruel as these. There"s one comfort, sir; when things come to this low ebb, life can"t last long."
"Stuff," said the Squire. "For all you know, you may be back in your old place soon: and--and Mrs. Todhetley will find some sewing when Mamie"s well enough to do it."
A faint light, the dawn of hope, shone in Lee"s eyes. "Oh, sir, if it could be! and I heard a whisper to-day that young Jelf refuses to keep the post. If it had been anybody"s letter but Mr. Tanerton"s, perhaps--but he does not forgive."
"I"m on my way now to ask him," cried the pater, unable to keep in the news. "Cheer up, Lee--of course you"d pa.s.s your word not to go burning letters again."
"I"d not expose myself to the danger, sir. Once I got my old place back, I would never take out a pipe with me on my rounds; never, so long as I live."
Leaving him with his new hope and the bundle of firewood, we trudged on to the Rectory. Herbert and Grace were both at home, and glad to see us.
But the interview ended in smoke. Tod had foreseen the result exactly: the Rector was harder than nails. He talked of "example" and "Christian duty;" and refused point-blank to allow Lee to be reinstated. The Squire gave him a few sharp words, and flung out of the house in a pa.s.sion.
"A pretty Christian _he_ is, Johnny! He was cold and hard as a boy. I once told him so before his stepfather, poor Jacob Lewis; but he is colder and harder now."
At the turning of the road by Timberdale Court, we came upon Lee. After taking his f.a.ggots home, he waited about to see us and hear the news.
The pater"s face, red and angry, told him the truth.
"There"s no hope for me, sir, I fear?"
"Not a bit of it," growled the Squire. "Mr. Tanerton won"t listen to reason. Perhaps we can find some other light post for you, my poor fellow, when the winter shall have turned. You had better get indoors out of this biting cold; and here"s a couple of shillings."
So hope went clean out of Andrew Lee.
Christmas Day and jolly weather. Snow on the ground to one"s heart"s content. Holly and ivy on the walls indoors, and great fires blazing on the hearths; turkeys, and plum-puddings, and oranges, and fun. _That_ was our lucky state at Crabb Cot and at Timberdale generally, but not at Andrew Lee"s.
The sweet bells were chiming people out of church, as was the custom at Timberdale on high festivals. Poor Lee sat listening to them, his hand held up to his aching head. There had been no church for him: he had neither clothes to go in nor face to sit through the service. Mamie, wrapped in an old bed-quilt, lay back on the pillow by the fire. The coal-merchant, opening his heart, had sent a sack each of best Staffordshire coal to ten poor families, and Lee"s was one. Except the Squire"s two shillings, he had had no money given to him. A loaf of bread was in the cupboard; and a saucepan of broth, made of carrots and turnips out of the garden, simmered on the trivet; and that would be their Christmas dinner.
Uncommonly low was Mamie to-day. The longer she endured this famished state of affairs the weaker she grew; it stands to reason. She felt that a few days, perhaps hours, would finish her up. The little ones were upstairs with their grandmother, so that she had an interval of rest; and she lay back, her breath short and her chest aching as she thought of the past. Of the time when James West, the handsome young man in his gay regimentals, came to woo her, as the soldier did the miller"s daughter. In those happy days, when her heart was light and her song blithe as a bird"s in May, that used to be one of her songs, "The Banks of Allan Water." Her dream had come to the same ending as the one told of in the ballad, and here she lay, deserted and dying. Timberdale was in the habit of prosaically telling her that she had "brought her pigs to a fine market." Of the market there could be no question; but when Mamie looked into the past she saw more of romance there than anything else. The breaking out of the church bells forced a rush of tears to her heart and eyes. She tried to battle with the feeling, then turned and put her cheek against her father"s shoulder.
"Forgive me, father!" she besought him, in a sobbing whisper. "I don"t think it will be long now; I want you to say you forgive me before I go.
If--if you can."
And the words finished up for Lee what the bells had only partly done.
He broke down, and sobbed with his daughter.
"I"ve never thought there was need of it, or to say it, child; and if there had been--Christ forgave all. "Peace on earth and goodwill to men." The bells are ringing it out now. He will soon take us to Him.
Mamie, my forlorn one: forgiven; yes, forgiven; and in His beautiful world there is neither hunger, nor disgrace, nor pain. You are dying of that cold you caught in the autumn, and I shan"t be long behind you.
There"s no longer any place for me here."
"Not of the cold, father; I am not dying of that, but of a broken heart."
Lee sobbed. He did not answer.
"And I should like to leave my forgiveness to James, should he ever come back here," she whispered: "and--and my love. Please tell him that I"d have got well if I could, if only for the chance of seeing him once again in this world; and tell him that I have thought all along there must be some mistake; that he did not mean deliberately to harm me.
I think so still, father. And if he should notice little Mima, tell him----"
A paroxysm of coughing interrupted the rest. Mrs. Lee came downstairs with the children, asking if it was not time for dinner.