The people had thought the poverty of the preceding years hard to bear, and had found its yoke heavy; but this year added sorely to its weight. Former times had chastised them with whips, but this chastised them with scorpions.
Of course, Barton had his share of mere bodily sufferings. Before he had gone up to London on his vain errand, he had been working short time. But in the hopes of speedy redress by means of the interference of Parliament, he had thrown up his place; and now, when he asked leave to resume his work, he was told they were diminishing their number of hands every week, and he was made aware, by the remarks of fellow-workmen, that a Chartist delegate, and a leading member of a Trades" Union, was not likely to be favoured in his search after employment. Still he tried to keep up a brave heart concerning himself. He knew he could bear hunger; for that power of endurance had been called forth when he was a little child, and had seen his mother hide her daily morsel to share it among her children, and when he, being the eldest, had told the n.o.ble lie, that "he was not hungry, could not eat a bit more," in order to imitate his mother"s bravery, and still the sharp wail of the younger infants. Mary, too, was secure of two meals a day at Miss Simmonds"; though, by the way, the dressmaker too, feeling the effect of bad times, had left off giving tea to her apprentices, setting them the example of long abstinence by putting off her own meal till work was done for the night, however late that might be.
But the rent! It was half-a-crown a week--nearly all Mary"s earnings--and much less room might do for them, only two.--(Now came the time to be thankful that the early dead were saved from the evil to come.)--The agricultural labourer generally has strong local attachments; but they are far less common, almost obliterated, among the inhabitants of a town. Still there are exceptions, and Barton formed one. He had removed to his present house just after the last bad times, when little Tom had sickened and died. He had then thought the bustle of a removal would give his poor stunned wife something to do, and he had taken more interest in the details of the proceeding than he otherwise would have done, in the hope of calling her forth to action again. So he seemed to know every bra.s.s-headed nail driven up for her convenience. Only one had been displaced. It was Esther"s bonnet nail, which in his deep revengeful anger against her, after his wife"s death, he had torn out of the wall, and cast into the street. It would be hard work to leave the house, which yet seemed hallowed by his wife"s presence in the happy days of old. But he was a law unto himself, though sometimes a bad, fierce law; and he resolved to give the rent-collector notice, and look out for a cheaper abode, and tell Mary they must flit. Poor Mary! she loved the house, too. It was wrenching up her natural feelings of home, for it would be long before the fibres of her heart would gather themselves about another place.
This trial was spared. The collector (of himself), on the very Monday when Barton planned to give him notice of his intention to leave, lowered the rent threepence a week, just enough to make Barton compromise and agree to stay on a little longer.
But by degrees the house was stripped of all its little ornaments.
Some were broken; and the odd twopences and threepences, wanted to pay for their repairs, were required for the far sterner necessity of food. And by-and-bye Mary began to part with other superfluities at the p.a.w.n-shop. The smart tea-tray and tea-caddy, long and carefully kept, went for bread for her father. He did not ask for it, or complain, but she saw hunger in his shrunk, fierce, animal look. Then the blankets went, for it was summer time, and they could spare them; and their sale made a fund, which Mary fancied would last till better times came. But it was soon all gone; and then she looked around the room to crib it of its few remaining ornaments. To all these proceedings her father said never a word.
If he fasted, or feasted (after the sale of some article) on an unusual meal of bread and cheese, he took all with a sullen indifference, which depressed Mary"s heart. She often wished he would apply for relief from the Guardians" relieving office; often wondered the Trades" Union did nothing for him. Once, when she asked him as he sat, grimed, unshaven, and gaunt, after a day"s fasting, over the fire, why he did not get relief from the town, he turned round, with grim wrath, and said, "I don"t want money, child!
D--n their charity and their money! I want work, and it is my right. I want work."
He would bear it all, he said to himself. And he did bear it, but not meekly; that was too much to expect. Real meekness of character is called out by experience of kindness. And few had been kind to him. Yet through it all, with stern determination he refused the a.s.sistance his Trades" Union would have given him. It had not much to give, but, with worldly wisdom, thought it better to propitiate an active, useful member, than to help those who were more unenergetic, though they had large families to provide for. Not so thought John Barton. With him, need was right.
"Give it to Tom Darbyshire," he said. "He"s more claim on it than me, for he"s more need of it, with his seven children."
Now Tom Darbyshire was, in his listless, grumbling way, a back- biting enemy of John Barton"s. And he knew it; but he was not to be influenced by that in a matter like this.
Mary went early to her work; but her cheery laugh over it was now missed by the other girls. Her mind wandered over the present distress, and then settled, as she st.i.tched, on the visions of the future, where yet her thoughts dwelt more on the circ.u.mstances of ease, and the pomps and vanities awaiting her, than on the lover with whom she was to share them. Still she was not insensible to the pride of having attracted one so far above herself in station; not insensible to the secret pleasure of knowing that he, whom so many admired, had often said he would give anything for one of her sweet smiles. Her love for him was a bubble, blown out of vanity; but it looked very real and very bright. Sally Leadbitter, meanwhile, keenly observed the signs of the times; she found out that Mary had begun to affix a stern value to money as the "Purchaser of Life," and many girls had been dazzled and lured by gold, even without the betraying love which she believed to exist in Mary"s heart. So she urged young Mr. Carson, by representations of the want she was sure surrounded Mary, to bring matters more to a point. But he had a kind of instinctive dread of hurting Mary"s pride of spirit, and durst not hint his knowledge in any way of the distress that many must be enduring. He felt that for the present he must still be content with stolen meetings and summer evening strolls, and the delight of pouring sweet honeyed words into her ear, while she listened with a blush and a smile that made her look radiant with beauty. No; he would be cautious in order to be certain; for Mary, one way or another, he must make his. He had no doubt of the effect of his own personal charms in the long run; for he knew he was handsome, and believed himself fascinating.
If he had known what Mary"s home was, he would not have been so much convinced of his increasing influence over her, by her being more and more ready to linger with him in the sweet summer air. For when she returned for the night her father was often out, and the house wanted the cheerful look it had had in the days when money was never wanted to purchase soap and brushes, black-lead and pipe-clay. It was dingy and comfortless; for, of course, there was not even the dumb familiar home-friend, a fire. And Margaret, too, was now very often from home, singing at some of those grand places. And Alice; oh, Mary wished she had never left her cellar to go and live at Ancoats with her sister-in-law. For in that matter Mary felt very guilty; she had put off and put off going to see the widow, after George Wilson"s death, from dread of meeting Jem, or giving him reason to think she wished to be as intimate with him as formerly; and now she was so much ashamed of her delay that she was likely never to go at all.
If her father was at home it was no better; indeed, it was worse.
He seldom spoke, less than ever; and often when he did speak, they were sharp angry words, such as he had never given her formerly.
Her temper was high, too, and her answers not over mild; and once in his pa.s.sion he had even beaten her. If Sally Leadbitter or Mr.
Carson had been at hand at that moment, Mary would have been ready to leave home for ever. She sat alone, after her father had flung out of the house, bitterly thinking on the days that were gone; angry with her own hastiness, and believing that her father did not love her; striving to heap up one painful thought on another. Who cared for her? Mr. Carson might, but in this grief that seemed no comfort. Mother dead! Father so often angry, so lately cruel (for it was a hard blow, and blistered and reddened Mary"s soft white skin with pain): and then her heart turned round, and she remembered with self-reproach how provokingly she had looked and spoken, and how much her father had to bear; and oh, what a kind and loving parent he had been, till these days of trial. The remembrance of one little instance of his fatherly love thronged after another into her mind, and she began to wonder how she could have behaved to him as she had done.
Then he came home; and but for very shame she would have confessed her penitence in words. But she looked sullen, from her effort to keep down emotion; and for some time her father did not know how to begin to speak. At length he gulped down pride, and said--
"Mary, I"m not above saying I"m very sorry I beat thee. Thou wert a bit aggravating, and I"m not the man I was. But it were wrong, and I"ll try never to lay hands on thee again."
So he held out his arms, and in many tears she told him her repentance for her fault. He never struck her again.
Still, he often was angry. But that was almost better than being silent. Then he sat near the fireplace (from habit) smoking, or chewing opium. Oh, how Mary loathed that smell! And in the dusk, just before it merged into the short summer night, she had learned to look with dread towards the window, which now her father would have kept uncurtained: for there were not seldom seen sights which haunted her in her dreams. Strange faces of pale men, with dark glaring eyes, peered into the inner darkness, and seemed desirous to ascertain if her father was at home. Or, a hand and arm (the body hidden) was put within the door, and beckoned him away. He always went. And once or twice, when Mary was in bed, she heard men"s voices below, in earnest, whispered talk.
They were all desperate members of Trades" Unions, ready for anything; made ready by want.
While all this change for gloom yet struck fresh and heavy on Mary"s heart, her father startled her out of a reverie one evening, by asking her when she had been to see Jane Wilson. From his manner of speaking, she was made aware that he had been; but at the time of his visit he had never mentioned anything about it. Now, however, he gruffly told her to go next day without fail, and added some abuse of her for not having been before. The little outward impulse of her father"s speech gave Mary the push which she in this instance required; and accordingly, timing her visit so as to avoid Jem"s hours at home, she went the following afternoon to Ancoats.
The outside of the well-known house struck her as different; for the door was closed, instead of open, as it once had always stood. The window-plants, George Wilson"s pride and especial care, looked withering and drooping. They had been without water for a long time, and now, when the widow had reproached herself severely for neglect, in her ignorant anxiety she gave them too much. On opening the door, Alice was seen, not stirring about in her habitual way, but knitting by the fireside. The room felt hot, although the fire burnt grey and dim, under the bright rays of the afternoon sun.
Mrs. Wilson was "siding"* the dinner things, and talking all the time, in a kind of whining, shouting voice, which Mary did not at first understand. She understood, at once, however, that her absence had been noted, and talked over; she saw a constrained look on Mrs. Wilson"s sorrow-stricken face, which told her a scolding was to come.
*To "side," to put aside, or in order.
"Dear! Mary, is that you?" she began. "Why, who would ha" dreamt of seeing you! We thought you"d clean forgotten us; and Jem has often wondered if he should know you, if he met you in the street."
Now, poor Jane Wilson had been sorely tried; and at present her trials had had no outward effect, but that of increased acerbity of temper. She wished to show Mary how much she was offended, and meant to strengthen her cause, by putting some of her own sharp speeches into Jem"s mouth.
Mary felt guilty, and had no good reason to give as an apology; so for a minute she stood silent, looking very much ashamed, and then turned to speak to Aunt Alice, who, in her surprised, hearty greeting to Mary, had dropped her ball of worsted, and was busy, trying to set the thread to rights, before the kitten had entangled it past redemption, once round every chair, and twice round the table.
"You mun speak louder than that, if you mean her to hear; she"s become as deaf as a post this last few weeks. I"d ha" told you, if I"d remembered how long it were sin" you"d seen her."
"Yes, my dear, I"m getting very hard o" hearing of late," said Alice, catching the state of the case, with her quick glancing eyes.
"I suppose it"s the beginning of the end."
"Don"t talk o" that way," screamed her sister-in-law. "We"ve had enow of ends and deaths without forecasting more." She covered her face with her ap.r.o.n, and sat down to cry.
"He was such a good husband," said she, in a less excited tone, to Mary, as she looked up with tear-streaming eyes from behind her ap.r.o.n. "No one can tell what I"ve lost in him, for no one knew his worth like me."
Mary"s listening sympathy softened her, and she went on to unburden her heavy-laden heart.
"Eh, dear, dear! No one knows what I"ve lost. When my poor boys went, I thought the Almighty had crushed me to th" ground, but I never thought o" losing George; I did na think I could ha" borne to ha" lived without him. And yet I"m here, and he"s"--A fresh burst of crying interrupted her speech.
"Mary,"--beginning to speak again,--"did you ever hear what a poor creature I were when he married me? And he such a handsome fellow!
Jem"s nothing to what his father were at his age."
Yes! Mary had heard, and so she said. But the poor woman"s thoughts had gone back to those days, and her little recollections came out, with many interruptions of sighs, and tears, and shakes of the head.
"There were nought about me for him to choose me. I were just well enough afore that accident, but at after I were downright plain.
And there was Bessy Witter as would ha" given her eyes for him; she as is Mrs. Carson now, for she were a handsome la.s.s, although I never could see her beauty then; and Carson warn"t so much above her, as they"re both above us all now."
Mary went very red, and wished she could help doing so, and wished also that Mrs. Wilson would tell her more about the father and mother of her lover; but she durst not ask, and Mrs. Wilson"s thoughts soon returned to her husband, and their early married days.
"If you"ll believe me, Mary, there never was such a born goose at housekeeping as I were; and yet he married me! I had been in a factory sin" five years old a"most, and I knew nought about cleaning, or cooking, let alone washing and such like work. The day after we were married, he went to his work at after breakfast, and says he, "Jenny, we"ll ha" th" cold beef, and potatoes, and that"s a dinner for a prince." I were anxious to make him comfortable, G.o.d knows how anxious. And yet I"d no notion how to cook a potato. I know"d they were boiled, and know"d their skins were taken off, and that were all. So I tidied my house in a rough kind o" way, then I looked at that very clock up yonder,"--pointing at one that hung against the wall--"and I seed it were nine o"clock, so, thinks I, th" potatoes shall be well boiled at any rate, and I gets "em on th"
fire in a jiffy (that"s to say, as soon as I could peel "em, which were a tough job at first), and then I fell to unpacking my boxes!
and at twenty minutes past twelve, he comes home, and I had the beef ready on th" table, and I went to take the potatoes out o" th" pot; but oh! Mary, th" water had boiled away, and they were all a nasty brown mess, as smelt through all the house. He said nought, and were very gentle; but oh! Mary, I cried so that afternoon. I shall ne"er forget it; no, never. I made many a blunder at after, but none that fretted me like that."
"Father does not like girls to work in factories," said Mary.
"No, I know he does not; and reason good. They oughtn"t to go at after they"re married, that I"m very clear about. I could reckon up,"--counting with her finger--"ay, nine men, I know, as has been driven to th" public-house by having wives as worked in factories; good folk, too, as thought there was no harm in putting their little ones out to nurse, and letting their house go all dirty, and their fires all out; and that was a place as was tempting for a husband to stay in, was it? He soon finds out gin-shops, where all is clean and bright, and where th" fire blazes cheerily, and gives a man a welcome as it were."
Alice, who was standing near for the convenience of hearing, had caught much of this speech, and it was evident the subject had previously been discussed by the women, for she chimed in.
"I wish our Jem could speak a word to th" Queen, about factory work for married women. Eh! but he comes it strong when once yo get him to speak about it. Wife o" his"n will never work away fra" home."
"I say it"s Prince Albert as ought to be asked how he"d like his missis to be from home when he comes in, tired and worn, and wanting some one to cheer him; and maybe, her to come in by-and-bye, just as tired and down in th" mouth; and how he"d like for her never to be at home to see to th" cleaning of his house, or to keep a bright fire in his grate. Let alone his meals being all hugger-mugger and comfortless. I"d be bound, prince as he is, if his missis served him so, he"d be off to a gin-palace, or summut o" that kind. So why can"t he make a law again poor folks" wives working in factories?"
Mary ventured to say that she thought the Queen and Prince Albert could not make laws, but the answer was--
"Pooh! don"t tell me it"s not the Queen as makes laws; and isn"t she bound to obey Prince Albert? And if he said they mustn"t, why she"d say they mustn"t, and then all folk would say, oh, no, we never shall do any such thing no more."
"Jem"s getten on rarely," said Alice, who had not heard her sister"s last burst of eloquence, and whose thoughts were still running on her nephew, and his various talents. "He"s found out summut about a crank or tank, I forget rightly which it is, but th" master"s made him foreman, and he all the while turning off hands; but he said he could na part wi" Jem, nohow. He"s good wage now; I tell him he"ll be thinking of marrying soon, and he deserves a right down good wife, that he does."
Mary went very red, and looked annoyed, although there was a secret spring of joy deep down in her heart, at hearing Jem so spoken of.
But his mother only saw the annoyed look, and was piqued accordingly. She was not over and above desirous that her son should marry. His presence in the house seemed a relic of happier times, and she had some little jealousy of his future wife, whoever she might be. Still she could not bear any one not to feel gratified and flattered by Jem"s preference, and full well she knew how above all others he preferred Mary. Now she had never thought Mary good enough for Jem, and her late neglect in coming to see her still rankled a little in her breast. So she determined to invent a little, in order to do away with any idea Mary might have that Jem would choose her for "his right down good wife," as Aunt Alice called it.
"Ay, he"ll be for taking a wife soon," and then, in a lower voice, as if confidentially, but really to prevent any contradiction or explanation from her simple sister-in-law, she added--
"It"ll not be long afore Molly Gibson (that"s her at th" provision shop round the corner) will hear a secret as will not displease her, I"m thinking. She"s been casting sheep"s eyes at our Jem this many a day, but he thought her father would not give her to a common working-man; but now he"s good as her, every bit. I thought once he"d a fancy for thee, Mary, but I donnot think yo"d ever ha"