"That"s just where yo"re wrong," said Learoyd, reddening under the freckled tan of his cheeks. "I was th" first wi" "Liza, an" yo"d think that were enough. But th" parson were a steady-gaited sort o" chap, and Jesse were strong o" his side, and all th" women i" the congregation dinned it to "Liza "at she were fair fond to take up wi" a wastrel ne"er-do-weel like me, as was scarcelins respectable an" a fighting dog at his heels. It was all very well for her to be doing me good and saving my soul, but she must mind as she didn"t do herself harm. They talk o" rich folk bein" stuck up an" genteel, but for cast-iron pride o"
respectability there"s naught like poor chapel folk. It"s as cold as th"
wind o" Greenhow Hill--ay, and colder, for "twill never change. And now I come to think on it, one at strangest things I know is "at they couldn"t abide th" thought o" soldiering. There"s a vast o" fightin"
i" th" Bible, and there"s a deal of Methodists i" th" army; but to hear chapel folk talk yo"d think that soldierin" were next door, an" t"other side, to hangin". I" their meetin"s all their talk is o" fightin". When Sammy Strother were stuck for summat to say in his prayers, he"d sing out, "Th" sword o" th" Lord and o" Gideon." They were allus at it about puttin" on th" whole armour o" righteousness, an" fightin" the good fight o" faith. And then, atop o" "t all, they held a prayer-meetin"
ower a young chap as wanted to "list, and nearly deafened him, till he picked up his hat and fair ran away. And they"d tell tales in th" Sunday-school o" bad lads as had been thumped and brayed for bird-nesting o" Sundays and playin" truant o" week-days, and how they took to wrestlin", dog-fightin", rabbit-runnin", and drinkin", till at last, as if "twere a hepitaph on a gravestone, they d.a.m.ned him across th" moors wi", "an" then he went and "listed for a soldier," an" they"d all fetch a deep breath, and throw up their eyes like a hen drinkin"."
"Fwhy is ut?" said Mulvaney, bringing down his hand on his thigh with a crack." In the name av G.o.d, fwhy is ut? I"ve seen ut, tu. They cheat an"
they swindle an" they lie an" they slander, an" fifty things fifty times worse; but the last an" the worst by their reckonin" is to serve the Widdy honest. It"s like the talk av childher--seein" things all round."
"Plucky lot of fightin" good fights of whatsername they"d do if we didn"t see they had a quiet place to fight in. And such fightin" as theirs is! Cats on the tiles. T"other callin" to which to come on. I"d give a month"s pay to get some o" them broad-backed beggars in London sweatin" through a day"s road-makin" an" a night"s rain. They"d carry on a deal afterwards--same as we"re supposed to carry on. I"ve bin turned out of a measly arf-license pub down Lambeth way, full o" greasy kebmen, "fore now," said Ortheris with an oath.
"Maybe you were dhrunk," said Mulvaney soothingly.
"Worse nor that. The Forders were drunk. _I_ was wearin" the Queen"s uniform."
"I"d no particular thought to be a soldier i" them days," said Learoyd, still keeping his eye on the bare hill opposite, "but this sort o" talk put it i" my head. They was so good, th" chapel folk, that they tumbled ower t"other side. But I stuck to it for "Liza"s sake, specially as she was learning me to sing the ba.s.s part in a horotorio as Jesse were gettin" up. She sung like a throstle hersen, and we had practisin"s night after night for a matter of three months."
"I know what a horotorio is," said Ortheris pertly. "It"s a sort of chaplain"s sing-song--words all out of the Bible, and hullabaloojah choruses."
"Most Greenhow Hill folks played some instrument or t"other, an" they all sung so you might have heard them miles away, and they were so pleased wi" the noise they made they didn"t fair to want anybody to listen. The preacher sung high seconds when he wasn"t playin" the flute, an" they set me, as hadn"t got far with big fiddle, again Willie Satterthwaite, to jog his elbow when he had to get a" gate playin". Old Jesse was happy if ever a man was, for he were th" conductor an" th"
first fiddle an" th" leadin" singer, beatin" time wi" his fiddle-stick, till at times he"d rap with it on the table, and cry out, "Now, you mun all stop; it"s my turn." And he"d face round to his front, fair sweating wi" pride, to sing th" tenor solos. But he were grandest i" th"
choruses, waggin" his head, flinging his arms round like a windmill, and singin" hisself black in the face. A rare singer were Jesse.
"Yo" see, I was not o" much account wi" "em all exceptin" to "Liza Roantree, and I had a deal o" time settin" quiet at meetings and horotorio practises to hearken their talk, and if it were strange to me at beginnin", it got stranger still at after, when I was shut on it, and could study what it meaned.
"Just after th" horotorios come off, "Liza, as had allus been weakly like, was took very bad. I walked Dr. Warbottom"s horse up and down a deal of times while he were inside, where they wouldn"t let me go, though I fair ached to see her.
""She"ll be better i" noo, lad--better i" noo," he used to say. "Tha mun ha" patience." Then they said if I was quiet I might go in, and th"
Reverend Amos Barraclough used to read to her lyin" propped up among th"
pillows. Then she began to mend a bit, and they let me carry her on to th" settle, and when it got warm again she went about same as afore. Th"
preacher and me and Blast was a deal together i" them days, and i" one way we was rare good comrades. But I could ha" stretched him time and again with a good will. I mind one day he said he would like to go down into th" bowels o" th" earth, and see how th" Lord had builded th"
framework o" th" everlastin" hills. He were one of them chaps as had a gift o" sayin" things. They rolled off the tip of his clever tongue, same as Mulvaney here, as would ha" made a rare good preacher if he had n.o.bbut given his mind to it. I lent him a suit o" miner"s kit as almost buried th" little man, and his white face down i" th" coat-collar and hat-flap looked like the face of a boggart, and he cowered down i" th"
bottom o" the waggon. I was drivin" a tram as led up a bit of an incline up to th" cave where the engine was pumpin", and where th" ore was brought up and put into th" waggons as went down o" themselves, me puttin" th" brake on and th" horses a-trottin" after. Long as it was daylight we were good friends, but when we got fair into th" dark, and could n.o.bbut see th" day shinin" at the hole like a lamp at a street-end, I feeled downright wicked. Ma religion dropped all away from me when I looked back at him as were always comin" between me and "Liza.
The talk was "at they were to be wed when she got better, an" I couldn"t get her to say yes or nay to it. He began to sing a hymn in his thin voice, and I came out wi" a chorus that was all cussin" an" swearin" at my horses, an" I began to know how I hated him. He were such a little chap, too. I could drop him wi" one hand down Garstang"s Copper-hole--a place where th" beck slithered ower th" edge on a rock, and fell wi" a bit of a whisper into a pit as no rope i" Greenhow could plump."
Again Learoyd rooted up the innocent violets. "Ay, he should see th"
bowels o" th" earth an" never naught else. I could take him a mile or two along th" drift, and leave him wi" his candle doused to cry hallelujah, wi" none to hear him and say amen. I was to lead him down th" ladder-way to th" drift where Jesse Roantree was workin", and why shouldn"t he slip on th" ladder, wi" my feet on his fingers till they loosed grip, and I put him down wi" my heel? If I went fust down th"
ladder I could click hold on him and chuck him over my head, so as he should go squshin" down the shaft, breakin" his bones at ev"ry timberin"
as Bill Appleton did when he was fresh, and hadn"t a bone left when he wrought to th" bottom. Niver a blasted leg to walk from Pately. Niver an arm to put round "Liza Roantree"s waist. Niver no more--niver no more."
The thick lips curled back over the yellow teeth, and that flushed face was not pretty to look upon. Mulvaney nodded sympathy, and Ortheris, moved by his comrade"s pa.s.sion, brought up the rifle to his shoulder, and searched the hillside for his quarry, muttering ribaldry about a sparrow, a spout, and a thunder-storm. The voice of the watercourse supplied the necessary small talk till Learoyd picked up his story.
"But it"s none so easy to kill a man like you. When I"d given up my horses to th" lad as took my place and I was showin" th" preacher th"
workin"s, shoutin" into his ear across th" clang o" th" pumpin" engines, I saw he were afraid o" naught; and when the lamplight showed his black eyes, I could feel as he was masterin" me again. I were no better nor Blast chained up short and growlin" i" the depths of him while a strange dog went safe past.
""Th"art a coward and a fool," I said to mysen; an" I wrestled i" my mind again" him till, when we come to Garstang"s Copper-hole, I laid hold o" the preacher and lifted him up over my head and held him into the darkest on it. "Now, lad," I says "it"s to be one or t"other on us--thee or me--for "Liza Roantree. Why, isn"t thee afraid for thysen?"
I says, for he were still i" my arms as a sack. "Nay; I"m but afraid for thee, my poor lad, as knows naught," says he. I set him down on th"
edge, an" th" beck run stiller, an" there was no more buzzin" in my head like when th" bee come through th" window o" Jesse"s house. "What dost tha mean?" says I.
""I"ve often thought as thou ought to know," says he, "but "twas hard to tell thee. "Liza Roantree"s for neither on us, nor for n.o.body o"
this earth. Dr. Warbottom says--and he knows her, and her mother before her--that she is in a decline, and she cannot live six months longer.
He"s known it for many a day. Steady, John! Steady!" says he. And that weak little man pulled me further back and set me again" him, and talked it all over quiet and still, me turnin" a bunch o" candles in my hand, and counting them ower and ower again as I listened. A deal on it were th" regular preachin" talk, but there were a vast lot as made me begin to think as he were more of a man than I"d ever given him credit for, till I were cut as deep for him as I were for mysen.
"Six candles we had, and we crawled and climbed all that day while they lasted, and I said to mysen, ""Liza Roantree hasn"t six months to live."
And when we came into th" daylight again we were like dead men to look at, an" Blast come behind us without so much as waggin" his tail. When I saw "Liza again she looked at me a minute and says, "Who"s telled tha?
For I see tha knows." And she tried to smile as she kissed me, and I fair broke down.
"Yo" see, I was a young chap i" them days, and had seen naught o" life, let alone death, as is allus a-waitin". She telled me as Dr. Warbottom said as Greenhow air was too keen, and they were goin" to Bradford, to Jesse"s brother David, as worked i" a mill, and I mun hold up like a man and a Christian, and she"d pray for me. Well, and they went away, and the preacher that same back end o" th" year were appointed to another circuit, as they call it, and I were left alone on Greenhow Hill.
"I tried, and I tried hard, to stick to th" chapel, but "tweren"t th"
same thing at after. I hadn"t "Liza"s voice to follow i" th" singin", nor her eyes a-shinin" acrost their heads. And i" th" cla.s.s-meetings they said as I mun have some experiences to tell, and I hadn"t a word to say for mysen.
"Blast and me moped a good deal, and happen we didn"t behave ourselves over well, for they dropped us and wondered however they"d come to take us up. I can"t tell how we got through th" time, while i" th" winter I gave up my job and went to Bradford. Old Jesse were at th" door o" th"
house, in a long street o" little houses. He"d been sendin" th" children "way as were clatterin" their clogs in th" causeway, for she were asleep.
""Is it thee?" he says; "but you"re not to see her. I"ll none have her wakened for a nowt like thee. She"s goin" fast, and she mun go in peace.
Thou"lt never be good for naught i" th" world, and as long as thou lives thou"ll never play the big fiddle. Get away, lad, get away!" So he shut the door softly i" my face.
"n.o.body never made Jesse my master, but it seemed to me he was about right, and I went away into the town and knocked up against a recruiting sergeant. The old tales o" th" chapel folk came buzzin" into my head. I was to get away, and this were th" regular road for the likes o" me. I "listed there and then, took th" Widow"s shillin", and had a bunch o"
ribbons pinned i" my hat.
"But next day I found my way to David Roantree"s door, and Jesse came to open it. Says he, "Thou"s come back again wi" th" devil"s colours flyin"--thy true colours, as I always telled thee."
"But I begged and prayed of him to let me see her n.o.bbut to say good-bye, till a woman calls down th" stairway, "She says John Learoyd"s to come up." Th" old man shifts aside in a flash, and lays his hand on my arm, quite gentle like. "But thou"lt be quiet, John," says he, "for she"s rare and weak. Thou was allus a good lad."
"Her eyes were all alive wi" light, and her hair was thick on the pillow round her, but her cheeks were thin--thin to frighten a man that"s strong. "Nay, father, yo mayn"t say th" devil"s colours. Them ribbons is pretty." An" she held out her hands for th" hat, an" she put all straight as a woman will wi" ribbons. "Nay, but what they"re pretty,"
she says. "Eh, but I"d ha" liked to see thee i" thy red coat, John, for thou was allus my own lad--my very own lad, and none else."
"She lifted up her arms, and they come round my neck i" a gentle grip, and they slacked away, and she seemed fainting. "Now yo" mun get away, lad," says Jesse, and I picked up my hat and I came downstairs.
"Th" recruiting sergeant were waitin" for me at th" corner public-house.
"Yo"ve seen your sweetheart?" says he. "Yes, I"ve seen her," says I.
"Well, we"ll have a quart now, and you"ll do your best to forget her,"
says he, bein" one o" them smart, bustlin" chaps. "Ay, sergeant," says I. "Forget her." And I"ve been forgettin" her ever since."
He threw away the wilted clump of white violets as he spoke. Ortheris suddenly rose to his knees, his rifle at his shoulder, and peered across the valley in the clear afternoon light. His chin cuddled the stock, and there was a twitching of the muscles of the right cheek as he sighted; Private Stanley Ortheris was engaged on his business. A speck of white crawled up the watercourse.
"See that beggar? . . . Got "im."
Seven hundred yards away, and a full two hundred down the hillside, the deserter of the Aurangabadis pitched forward, rolled down a red rock, and lay very still, with his face in a clump of blue gentians, while a big raven flapped out of the pine wood to make investigation.
"That"s a clean shot, little man," said Mulvaney.
Learoyd thoughtfully watched the smoke clear away.
"Happen there was a la.s.s tewed up wi" him, too," said he.
Ortheris did not reply. He was staring across the valley, with the smile of the artist who looks on the completed work.