"Yes, dear. He brought a letter from Alice."
"And nothing from Timberdale?"
"Well, I don"t know that you could quite expect it by this post, Jack.
Your father might like to take a little time for consideration. You may read Alice"s letter, my boy: she comes home this day week for the summer holidays."
"Not till this day week!" cried Jack, frightfully disappointed. "Why, I shall have sailed then, if I go, Aunt Dean! I shall not see her."
"Well, dear, you will see her when you come home again."
Aunt Dean had no more commissions for Jack after that, and each time the postman was expected, he placed himself outside the door to wait for him. The man brought no other letter. The reasonable time for an answer went by, and none came.
"Aunt Dean, I suppose I may get my outfit now," said Jack, only half satisfied. "But I wish I had told him to write in any case: just a line."
"According to what you said, you know, Jack, silence must be taken for consent."
"Yes, I know. I"d rather have had a word, though, and made certain. I wish there was time for me just to run over to Timberdale and see him!"
"But there"s not, Jack, more"s the pity: you would lose the ship. Get a piece of paper and make out a list of the articles the second mate told you you would want."
The _Rose of Delhi_ sailed out of port for Calcutta, and John Tanerton with her, having signed articles to serve in her for four years. The night before his departure he wrote a short letter of farewell to his stepfather, thanking him for his tacit consent, and promising to do his best to get on, concluding it with love to himself and to Herbert, and to the Rectory servants. Which letter somehow got put into Aunt Dean"s kitchen fire, and never reached Timberdale.
Aunt Dean watched the _Rose of Delhi_ sail by; Jack, in his bran-new uniform, waving his last farewell to her with his gold-banded cap. The sigh of relief she heaved when the fine vessel was out of sight seemed to do her good. Then she bolted herself into her chamber, and opened Mr.
Lewis"s letter, which had lain untouched till then. As she expected, it contained a positive interdiction, written half sternly, half lovingly, for John to sail in the _Rose of Delhi_, or to think more of the sea.
Moreover, it commanded him to come home at once, and it contained a promise that he should be placed to learn the farming without delay.
Aunt Dean tripped down to Peggy"s fire and burnt that too.
There was a dreadful fuss when Jack"s departure became known at Timberdale. It fell upon the parson like a thunderbolt. He came striding through the ravine to Crabb Cot, and actually burst out crying while telling the news to the Squire. He feared he had failed somehow in bringing John up, he said, or he never would have repaid him with this base disobedience and ingrat.i.tude. For, you see, the poor man thought Jack had received his letter, and gone off in defiance of it. The Squire agreed with him that Jack deserved the cat-o"-nine tails, as did all other boys who traitorously decamped to sea.
Before the hay was all in, Aunt Dean was back at Timberdale, bringing Alice with her and the bills for the outfit. She let the parson think what he would about Jack, ignoring all knowledge of the letter, and affecting to believe that Jack could not have had it. But the parson argued that Jack must have had it, and did have it, or it would have come back to him. The only one to say a good word for Jack was Alice.
She persisted in an opinion that Jack could not be either disobedient or ungrateful, and that there must have been some strange mistake somewhere.
Aunt Dean"s work was not all done. She took the poor parson under her wing, and proved to him that he had no resource now but to disinherit Jack, and made Herbert the heir. To leave money to Jack would be wanton waste, she urged, for he would be sure to squander it: better bequeath all to Herbert, who would of course look after his brother in later life, and help him if he needed help. So Mr. Hill, one of the Worcester solicitors, was sent for to Timberdale to receive instructions for making the parson"s will in Herbert"s favour, and to cut Jack off with a shilling.
That night, after Mr. Hill had gone back again, was one of the worst the parson had ever spent. He was a just man and a kind one, and he felt racked with fear lest he had taken too severe a measure, and one that his late wife, the true owner of the money and John"s mother, would never have sanctioned. His bed was fevered, his pillow a torment; up he got, and walked the room in his night-shirt.
"My Lord and G.o.d knoweth that I would do what is right," he groaned. "I am sorely troubled. Youth is vain and desperately thoughtless; perhaps the boy, in his love of adventure, never looked at the step in the light of ingrat.i.tude. I cannot cut him quite off; I should never again find peace of mind if I did it. He shall have a little; and perhaps if he grows into a steady fellow and comes back what he ought to be, I may alter the will later and leave them equal inheritors."
The next day the parson wrote privately to Mr. Hill, saying he had reconsidered his determination and would let Jack inherit to the extent of a hundred and fifty pounds a year.
Herbert came home for the long vacation; and he and Alice were together as they had been before that upstart Jack stepped in. They often came to the Squire"s and oftener to the Coneys". Grace Coney, a niece of old Coney, had come to live at the farm; she was a nice girl, and she and Alice liked each other. You might see them with Herbert strolling about the fields any hour in the day. At home Alice and Herbert seemed never to care to separate. Mrs. Dean watched them quietly, and thought how beautifully her plans had worked.
Aunt Dean did not go home till October. After she left, the parson had a stroke of paralysis. Charles Ashton, then just ordained to priest"s orders, took the duty. Mrs. Dean came back again for Christmas. As if she would let Alice stay away from the Parsonage when Herbert was at home!
The _Rose of Delhi_ did not come back for nearly two years. She was what is called a free ship, and took charters for any place she could make money by. One day Alice Dean was leaning out of the windows of her mother"s house, gazing wistfully on the sparkling sea, when a grand and stately vessel came sailing homewards, and some brown-faced young fellow on the quarter deck set on to swing his cap violently by way of hailing her. She looked to the flag which happened to be flying, and read the name there, "_The Rose of Delhi_." It must be Jack who was saluting.
Alice burst into tears of emotion.
He came up from the docks the same day. A great, brown, handsome fellow with the old single-hearted, open manners. And he clasped Alice in his arms and kissed her ever so many times before she could get free. Being a grown-up young lady now, she did not approve of unceremonious kissing, and told Jack so. Aunt Dean was not present, or she might have told him so more to the purpose.
Jack had given satisfaction, and was getting on. He told Alice privately that he did not like the sea so much as he antic.i.p.ated, and could not believe how any other fellow did like it; but as he had chosen it as his calling, he meant to stand by it. He went to Timberdale, in spite of Aunt Dean"s advice and efforts to keep him away. Herbert was absent, she said; the Rector ill and childish. Jack found it all too true. Mr.
Lewis"s mind had failed and his health was breaking. He knew Jack and was very affectionate with him, but seemed not to remember anything of the past. So never a word did Jack hear of his own disobedience, or of any missing letters.
One person alone questioned him; and that was Alice. It was after he got back from Timberdale. She asked him to tell her the history of his sailing in the _Rose of Delhi_, and he gave it in detail, without reserve. When he spoke of the postscript that Aunt Dean had bade him add to his letter, arranging that silence should be taken for consent, and that as no answer had come, he of course had so taken it, the girl turned sick and faint. She saw the treachery that had been at work and where it had lain; but for her mother"s sake she hushed it up and let the matter pa.s.s. Alice had not lived with her mother so many years without detecting her propensity for deceit.
Some years pa.s.sed by. Jack got on well. He served as third mate on the _Rose of Delhi_ long before he could pa.s.s, by law, for second. He was made second mate as soon as he had pa.s.sed for it. The _Rose of Delhi_ came in and went out, and Jack stayed by her, and pa.s.sed for first mate in course of time. He was not sent back in any of his examinations, as most young sailors are, and the board once went the length of complimenting him on his answers. The fact was, Jack held to his word of doing his best; he got into no mischief and was the smartest sailor afloat. He was in consequence a favourite with the owners, and Captain Druce took pains with him and brought him on in seamanship and navigation, and showed him how to take observations, and all the rest of it. There"s no end of difference in merchant-captains in this respect: some teach their junior officers nothing. Jack finally pa.s.sed triumphantly for master, and hoped his time would come to receive a command. Meanwhile he went out again as first mate on the _Rose of Delhi_.
One spring morning there came news to Mrs. Dean from Timberdale. The Rector had had another stroke and was thought to be near his end. She started off at once, with Alice. Charles Ashton had had a living given to him; and Herbert Tanerton was now his stepfather"s curate. Herbert had pa.s.sed as shiningly in mods and divinity and all the rest of it as Jack had pa.s.sed before the Marine Board. He was a steady, thoughtful, serious young man, did his duty well in the parish, and preached better sermons than ever the Rector had. Mrs. Dean, who looked upon him as Alice"s husband as surely as though they were married, was as proud of his success as though it had been her own.
The Rector was very ill and unable to leave his bed. His intellect was quite gone now. Mrs. Dean sat with him most of the day, leaving Alice to be taken care of by Herbert. They went about together just as always, and were on the best of confidential terms; and came over to the Coneys", and to us when we were at Crabb Cot.
"Herbert," said Mrs. Dean one evening when she had all her soft, sugary manner upon her and was making the young parson believe she had no one"s interest at heart in the world but his: "my darling boy, is it not almost time you began to think of marriage? None know the happiness and comfort brought by a good wife, dear, until they experience it."
Herbert looked taken aback. He turned as red as a school-girl, and glanced half-a-moment at Alice, like a detected thief.
"I must wait until I have a living to think of that, Aunt Dean."
"Is it necessary, Herbert? I should have thought you might bring a wife home to the Rectory here."
Herbert turned the subject with a jesting word or two, and got out of his redness. Aunt Dean was eminently satisfied; his confusion and his hasty glance at Alice had told tales; and she knew it was only a question of time.
The Rector died. When the gra.s.s was long and the May-flowers were in bloom and the cuckoo was singing in the trees, he pa.s.sed peacefully to his Rest. Just before death he recovered speech and consciousness; but the chief thing he said was that he left his love to Jack.
After the funeral the will was opened. It had not been touched since that long past year when Jack had gone away to sea. Out of the eight-hundred a year descended from their mother, Jack had a hundred and fifty; Herbert the rest. Aunt Dean made a hideous frown for once in her life; a hundred and fifty pounds a year for Jack, was only, as she looked upon it, so much robbery on Herbert and Alice. Out of the little money saved by the Rector, five hundred pounds were left to his sister, Rebecca Dean; the rest was to be divided equally between Herbert and Jack; and his furniture and effects went to Herbert. On the whole, Aunt Dean was tolerably satisfied.
She was a woman who liked strictly to keep up appearances, and she made a move to leave the young parson at the end of a week or two"s time, and go back to Liverpool. Herbert did not detain her. His own course was uncertain until a fresh Rector should be appointed. The living was in the gift of a neighbouring baronet, and it was fancied by some that he might give it to Herbert. One thing did surprise Mrs. Dean; angered her too: that Herbert had not made his offer to Alice before their departure. Now that he had his own fortune at command, there was no necessity to wait for a living.
News greeted them on their arrival. The _Rose of Delhi_ was on her way home once more, with John Tanerton in command. Captain Druce had been left behind at Calcutta, dangerously ill. Alice"s colour came and went.
She looked out for the homeward-bound vessels pa.s.sing upwards, and felt quite sick with anxiety lest Jack should fail in any way, and never bring home the ship at all.
"The _Rose of Delhi_, Captain Tanerton." Alice Dean cast her eyes on the shipping news in the morning paper, and read the announcement amidst the arrivals. Just for an instant her sight left her.
"Mamma," she presently said, quietly pa.s.sing over the newspaper, "the _Rose of Delhi_ is in."
"The _Rose of Delhi_, Captain Tanerton," read Mrs. Dean. "The idea of their sticking in Jack"s name as captain! He will have to go down again as soon as Captain Druce returns. A fine captain I dare say he has made!"
"At least he has brought the ship home safely and quickly," Alice ventured to say. "It must have pa.s.sed after dark last night."
"Why after dark?"
Alice did not reply--Because I was watching till daylight faded--which would have been the truth. "Had it pa.s.sed before, some of us might have seen it, mamma."
The day was waning before Jack came up. Captain Tanerton. Jack was never to go back again to his chief-mateship, as Aunt Dean had surmised, for the owners had given him permanent command of the _Rose of Delhi_. The last mail had brought news from Captain Druce that he should never be well enough for the command again, and the owners were only too glad to give it to the younger and more active man. Officers and crew alike reported that never a better master sailed than Jack had proved himself on this homeward voyage.
"Don"t you think I have been very lucky on the whole, Aunt Dean? Fancy a young fellow like me getting such a beautiful ship as that!"
"Oh, very lucky," returned Aunt Dean.
Jack looked like a captain too. He was broad and manly, with an intelligent, honest, handsome face, and the quick keen eye of a sailor.
Jack was particular in his attire too: and some sailors are not so: he dressed as a gentleman when on sh.o.r.e.