"The young farmer could do nothing but ride forward. "What"s the matter?" he inquired, as coolly as he could.
""A deserter--a deserter!" said they. "One who"s to be tried by court- martial and shot without parley. He deserted from the Dragoons at Cheltenham some days ago, and was tracked; but the search-party can"t find him anywhere, and we told "em if we met him we"d hand him on to "em forthwith. The day after he left the barracks the rascal met a respectable farmer and made him drunk at an inn, and told him what a fine soldier he would make, and coaxed him to change clothes, to see how well a military uniform would become him. This the simple farmer did; when our deserter said that for a joke he would leave the room and go to the landlady, to see if she would know him in that dress. He never came back, and Farmer Jollice found himself in soldier"s clothes, the money in his pockets gone, and, when he got to the stable, his horse gone too."
""A scoundrel!" says the young man in Georgy"s clothes. "And is this the wretched caitiff?" (pointing to Georgy).
""No, no!" cries Georgy, as innocent as a babe of this matter of the soldier"s desertion. "He"s the man! He was wearing Farmer Jollice"s suit o" clothes, and he slept in the same room wi" me, and brought up the subject of changing clothes, which put it into my head to dress myself in his suit before he was awake. He"s got on mine!"
""D"ye hear the villain?" groans the tall young man to the constables.
"Trying to get out of his crime by charging the first innocent man with it that he sees! No, master soldier--that won"t do!"
""No, no! That won"t do!" the constables chimed in. "To have the impudence to say such as that, when we caught him in the act almost! But, thank G.o.d, we"ve got the handcuffs on him at last."
""We have, thank G.o.d," said the tall young man. "Well, I must move on.
Good luck to ye with your prisoner!" And off he went, as fast as his poor jade would carry him.
"The constables then, with Georgy handcuffed between "em, and leading the horse, marched off in the other direction, toward the village where they had been accosted by the escort of soldiers sent to bring the deserter back, Georgy groaning: "I shall be shot, I shall be shot!" They had not gone more than a mile before they met them.
""Hoi, there!" says the head constable.
""Hoi, yerself!" says the corporal in charge.
""We"ve got your man," says the constable.
""Where?" says the corporal.
""Here, between us," said the constable. "Only you don"t recognize him out o" uniform."
"The corporal looked at Georgy hard enough; then shook his head and said he was not the absconder.
""But the absconder changed clothes with Farmer Jollice, and took his horse; and this man has "em, d"ye see!"
"""Tis not our man," said the soldiers. "He"s a tall young fellow with a mole on his right cheek, and a military bearing, which this man decidedly has not."
""I told the two officers of justice that "twas the other!" pleaded Georgy. "But they wouldn"t believe me."
"And so it became clear that the missing dragoon was the tall young farmer, and not Georgy Crookhill--a fact which Farmer Jollice himself corroborated when he arrived on the scene. As Georgy had only robbed the robber, his sentence was comparatively light. The deserter from the Dragoons was never traced: his double shift of clothing having been of the greatest advantage to him in getting off; though he left Georgy"s horse behind him a few miles ahead, having found the poor creature more hindrance than aid."
The man from abroad seemed to be less interested in the questionable characters of Longpuddle and their strange adventures than in the ordinary inhabitants and the ordinary events, though his local fellow- travellers preferred the former as subjects of discussion. He now for the first time asked concerning young persons of the opposite s.e.x--or rather those who had been young when he left his native land. His informants, adhering to their own opinion that the remarkable was better worth telling than the ordinary, would not allow him to dwell upon the simple chronicles of those who had merely come and gone. They asked him if he remembered Netty Sargent.
"Netty Sargent--I do, just remember her. She was a young woman living with her uncle when I left, if my childish recollection may be trusted."
"That was the maid. She was a oneyer, if you like, sir. Not any harm in her, you know, but up to everything. You ought to hear how she got the copyhold of her house extended. Oughtn"t he, Mr. Day?"
"He ought," replied the world-ignored old painter.
"Tell him, Mr. Day. n.o.body can do it better than you, and you know the legal part better than some of us."
Day apologized, and began:--
NETTY SARGENT"S COPYHOLD
"She continued to live with her uncle, in the lonely house by the copse, just as at the time you knew her; a tall spry young woman. Ah, how well one can remember her black hair and dancing eyes at that time, and her sly way of s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g up her mouth when she meant to tease ye! Well, she was hardly out of short frocks before the chaps were after her, and by long and by late she was courted by a young man whom perhaps you did not know--Jasper Cliff was his name--and, though she might have had many a better fellow, he so greatly took her fancy that "twas Jasper or n.o.body for her. He was a selfish customer, always thinking less of what he was going to do than of what he was going to gain by his doings. Jasper"s eyes might have been fixed upon Netty, but his mind was upon her uncle"s house; though he was fond of her in his way--I admit that.
"This house, built by her great-great-grandfather, with its garden and little field, was copyhold--granted upon lives in the old way, and had been so granted for generations. Her uncle"s was the last life upon the property; so that at his death, if there was no admittance of new lives, it would all fall into the hands of the lord of the manor. But "twas easy to admit--a slight "fine," as "twas called, of a few pounds, was enough to ent.i.tle him to a new deed o" grant by the custom of the manor; and the lord could not hinder it.
"Now there could be no better provision for his niece and only relative than a sure house over her head, and Netty"s uncle should have seen to the renewal in time, owing to the peculiar custom of forfeiture by the dropping of the last life before the new fine was paid; for the Squire was very anxious to get hold of the house and land; and every Sunday when the old man came into the church and pa.s.sed the Squire"s pew, the Squire would say, "A little weaker in his knees, a little crookeder in his back--and the readmittance not applied for: ha! ha! I shall be able to make a complete clearing of that corner of the manor some day!"
""Twas extraordinary, now we look back upon it, that old Sargent should have been so dilatory; yet some people are like it; and he put off calling at the Squire"s agent"s office with the fine week after week, saying to himself, "I shall have more time next market-day than I have now." One unfortunate hindrance was that he didn"t very well like Jasper Cliff; and as Jasper kept urging Netty, and Netty on that account kept urging her uncle, the old man was inclined to postpone the re-liveing as long as he could, to spite the selfish young lover. At last old Mr.
Sargent fell ill, and then Jasper could bear it no longer: he produced the fine-money himself, and handed it to Netty, and spoke to her plainly.
""You and your uncle ought to know better. You should press him more.
There"s the money. If you let the house and ground slip between ye, I won"t marry; hang me if I will! For folks won"t deserve a husband that can do such things."
"The worried girl took the money and went home, and told her uncle that it was no house no husband for her. Old Mr. Sargent pooh-poohed the money, for the amount was not worth consideration, but he did now bestir himself; for he saw she was bent upon marrying Jasper, and he did not wish to make her unhappy, since she was so determined. It was much to the Squire"s annoyance that he found Sargent had moved in the matter at last; but he could not gainsay it, and the doc.u.ments were prepared (for on this manor the copy-holders had writings with their holdings, though on some manors they had none). Old Sargent being now too feeble to go to the agent"s house, the deed was to be brought to his house signed, and handed over as a receipt for the money; the counterpart to be signed by Sargent, and sent back to the Squire.
"The agent had promised to call on old Sargent for this purpose at five o"clock, and Netty put the money into her desk to have it close at hand.
While doing this she heard a slight cry from her uncle, and turning round, saw that he had fallen forward in his chair. She went and lifted him, but he was unconscious; and unconscious he remained. Neither medicine nor stimulants would bring him to himself. She had been told that he might possibly go off in that way, and it seemed as if the end had come. Before she had started for a doctor his face and extremities grew quite cold and white, and she saw that help would be useless. He was stone-dead.
"Netty"s situation rose upon her distracted mind in all its seriousness.
The house, garden, and field were lost--by a few hours--and with them a home for herself and her lover. She would not think so meanly of Jasper as to suppose that he would adhere to the resolution declared in a moment of impatience; but she trembled, nevertheless. Why could not her uncle have lived a couple of hours longer, since he had lived so long? It was now past three o"clock; at five the agent was to call, and, if all had gone well, by ten minutes past five the house and holding would have been securely hers for her own and Jasper"s lives, these being two of the three proposed to be added by paying the fine. How that wretched old Squire would rejoice at getting the little tenancy into his hands! He did not really require it, but const.i.tutionally hated these tiny copyholds and leaseholds and freeholds, which made islands of independence in the fair, smooth ocean of his estates.
"Then an idea struck into the head of Netty how to accomplish her object in spite of her uncle"s negligence. It was a dull December afternoon: and the first step in her scheme--so the story goes, and I see no reason to doubt it--"
""Tis true as the light," affirmed Christopher Twink. "I was just pa.s.sing by."
"The first step in her scheme was to fasten the outer door, to make sure of not being interrupted. Then she set to work by placing her uncle"s small, heavy oak table before the fire; then she went to her uncle"s corpse, sitting in the chair as he had died--a stuffed arm-chair, on casters, and rather high in the seat, so it was told me--and wheeled the chair, uncle and all, to the table, placing him with his back toward the window, in the att.i.tude of bending over the said oak table, which I knew as a boy as well as I know any piece of furniture in my own house. On the table she laid the large family Bible open before him, and placed his forefinger on the page; and then she opened his eyelids a bit, and put on him his spectacles, so that from behind he appeared for all the world as if he were reading the Scriptures. Then she unfastened the door and sat down, and when it grew dark she lit a candle, and put it on the table beside her uncle"s book.
"Folk may well guess how the time pa.s.sed with her till the agent came, and how, when his knock sounded upon the door, she nearly started out of her skin--at least that"s as it was told me. Netty promptly went to the door.
""I am sorry, sir," she says, under her breath; "my uncle is not so well to-night, and I"m afraid he can"t see you."
""H"m!--that"s a pretty tale," says the steward. "So I"ve come all this way about this trumpery little job for nothing!"
""O no, sir--I hope not," says Netty. "I suppose the business of granting the new deed can be done just the same?"
""Done? Certainly not. He must pay the renewal money, and sign the parchment in my presence."
"She looked dubious. "Uncle is so dreadful nervous about law business,"
says she, "that, as you know, he"s put it off and put it off for years; and now to-day really I"ve feared it would verily drive him out of his mind. His poor three teeth quite chattered when I said to him that you would be here soon with the parchment writing. He always was afraid of agents, and folks that come for rent, and such-like."
""Poor old fellow--I"m sorry for him. Well, the thing can"t be done unless I see him and witness his signature."
""Suppose, sir, that you see him sign, and he don"t see you looking at him? I"d soothe his nerves by saying you weren"t strict about the form of witnessing, and didn"t wish to come in. So that it was done in your bare presence it would be sufficient, would it not? As he"s such an old, shrinking, shivering man, it would be a great considerateness on your part if that would do?"