Were there any means by which he might be persuaded to spare John Barton"s memory?
He was roused up from this train of thought by his mother"s more irritated tone of voice.
"Jem!" she was saying, "thou mightst just as well never be at a death-bed again, if thou cannot bring off more news about it; here have I been by mysel all day (except when oud Job came in), but thinks I when Jem comes he"ll be sure to be good company, seeing he was in the house at the very time of the death; and here thou art, without a word to throw at a dog, much less thy mother: it"s no use thy going to a death-bed if thou cannot carry away any of the sayings!"
"He did not make any, mother," replied Jem.
"Well, to be sure! So fond as he used to be of holding forth, to miss such a fine opportunity that will never come again! Did he die easy?"
"He was very restless all night long," said Jem, reluctantly returning to the thoughts of that time.
"And in course thou plucked the pillow away? Thou didst not! Well!
with thy bringing up, and thy learning, thou mightst have known that were the only help in such a case. There were pigeons" feathers in the pillow, depend on"t. To think of two grown-up folk like you and Mary, not knowing death could never come easy to a person lying on a pillow with pigeons" feathers in!"
Jem was glad to escape from all this talking, to the solitude and quiet of his own room, where he could lie and think uninterruptedly of what had happened and remained to be done.
The first thing was to seek an interview with Mr. Duncombe, his former master. Accordingly, early the next morning Jem set off on his walk to the works, where for so many years his days had been spent; where for so long a time his thoughts had been thought, his hopes and fears experienced. It was not a cheering feeling to remember that henceforward he was to be severed from all these familiar places; nor were his spirits enlivened by the evident feelings of the majority of those who had been his fellow-workmen.
As he stood in the entrance to the foundry, awaiting Mr. Duncombe"s leisure, many of those employed in the works pa.s.sed him on their return from breakfast; and, with one or two exceptions, without any acknowledgment of former acquaintance beyond a distant nod at the utmost.
"It is hard," said Jem to himself, with a bitter and indignant feeling rising in his throat, "that let a man"s life be what it may, folk are so ready to credit the first word against him. I could live it down if I stayed in England; but then what would not Mary have to bear? Sooner or later the truth would out; and then she would be a show to folk for many a day as John Barton"s daughter.
Well! G.o.d does not judge as hardly as man, that"s one comfort for all of us!"
Mr. Duncombe did not believe in Jem"s guilt, in spite of the silence in which he again this day heard the imputation of it; but he agreed that under the circ.u.mstances it was better he should leave the country.
"We have been written to by Government, as I think I told you before, to recommend an intelligent man, well acquainted with mechanics, as instrument-maker to the Agricultural College they are establishing at Toronto, in Canada. It is a comfortable appointment,--house,--land,--and a good percentage on the instruments made. I will show you the particulars if I can lay my hand on the letter, which I believe I must have left at home."
"Thank you, sir. No need for seeing the letter to say I"ll accept it. I must leave Manchester; and I"d as lief quit England at once when I"m about it."
"Of course, Government will give you your pa.s.sage; indeed, I believe an allowance would be made for a family if you had one; but you are not a married man, I believe?"
"No, sir, but"--Jem hung back from a confession with the awkwardness of a girl.
"But"--said Mr. Duncombe, smiling, "you would like to be a married man before you go, I suppose; eh, Wilson?"
"If you please, sir. And there"s my mother, too. I hope she"ll go with us. But I can pay her pa.s.sage; no need to trouble Government."
"Nay, nay! I"ll write to-day and recommend you; and say that you have a family of two. They"ll never ask if the family goes upwards or downwards. I shall see you again before you sail, I hope, Wilson; though I believe they"ll not allow you long to wait. Come to my house next time; you"ll find it pleasanter, I dare say. These men are so wrong-headed. Keep up your heart!"
Jem felt that it was a relief to have this point settled; and that he need no longer weigh reasons for and against his emigration.
And with his path growing clearer and clearer before him the longer he contemplated it, he went to see Mary, and if he judged it fit, to tell her what he had decided upon. Margaret was sitting with her.
"Grandfather wants to see you!" said she to Jem on his entrance.
"And I want to see him," replied Jem, suddenly remembering his last night"s determination to enjoin secrecy on Job Legh.
So he hardly stayed to kiss poor Mary"s sweet woe-begone face, but tore himself away from his darling to go to the old man, who awaited him impatiently.
"I"ve getten a note from Mr. Carson," exclaimed Job the moment he saw Jem; "and, man alive, he wants to see thee and me! For sure, there"s no more mischief up, is there?" said he, looking at Jem with an expression of wonder. But if any suspicion mingled for an instant with the thoughts that crossed Job"s mind, it was immediately dispelled by Jem"s honest, fearless, open countenance.
"I can"t guess what he"s wanting, poor old chap," answered he.
"Maybe there"s some point he"s not yet satisfied on; maybe--but it"s no use guessing; let"s be off."
"It wouldn"t be better for thee to be scarce a bit, would it, and leave me to go and find out what"s up? He has, perhaps, getten some crotchet into his head thou"rt an accomplice, and is laying a trap for thee."
"I"m not afeard!" said Jem; "I"ve done nought wrong, and know nought wrong, about yon poor dead lad; though I"ll own I had evil thoughts once on a time. Folk can"t mistake long if once they"ll search into the truth. I"ll go and give the old gentleman all the satisfaction in my power, now it can injure no one. I"d my reasons for wanting to see him besides, and it all falls in right enough for me."
Job was a little rea.s.sured by Jem"s boldness; but still, if the truth must be told, he wished the young man would follow his advice, and leave him to sound Mr. Carson"s intentions.
Meanwhile Jane Wilson had donned her Sunday suit of black, and set off on her errand of condolence. She felt nervous and uneasy at the idea of the moral sayings and texts which she fancied were expected from visitors on occasions like the present; and prepared many a good set speech as she walked towards the house of mourning.
As she gently opened the door, Mary, sitting idly by the fire, caught a glimpse of her,--of Jem"s mother,--of the early friend of her dead parents,--of the kind minister to many a little want in days of childhood,--and rose and came and fell about her neck, with many a sob and moan, saying--
"Oh, he"s gone--he"s dead--all gone--all dead, and I am left alone!"
"Poor wench! poor, poor wench!" said Jane Wilson, tenderly kissing her. "Thou"rt not alone; so donnot take on so. I"ll say nought of Him who"s above, for thou knowest He is ever the orphan"s friend; but think on Jem! nay, Mary, dear, think on me! I"m but a frabbit woman at times, but I"ve a heart within me through all my temper, and thou shalt be as a daughter henceforward,--as mine own ewe-lamb.
Jem shall not love thee better in his way, than I will in mine; and thou"lt bear with my turns, Mary, knowing that in my soul G.o.d sees the love that shall ever be thine, if thou"lt take me for thy mother, and speak no more of being alone."
Mrs. Wilson was weeping herself long before she had ended this speech, which was so different to all she had planned to say, and from all the formal piety she had laid in store for the visit; for this was heart"s piety, and needed no garnish of texts to make it true religion, pure and undefiled.
They sat together on the same chair, their arms encircling each other; they wept for the same dead; they had the same hope, and trust, and overflowing love in the living.
From that time forward, hardly a pa.s.sing cloud dimmed the happy confidence of their intercourse; even by Jem would his mother"s temper sooner be irritated than by Mary; before the latter she repressed her occasional nervous ill-humour till the habit of indulging it was perceptibly decreased.
Years afterwards, in conversation with Jem, he was startled by a chance expression which dropped from his mother"s lips; it implied a knowledge of John Barton"s crime. It was many a long day since they had seen any Manchester people who could have revealed the secret (if indeed it was known in Manchester, against which Jem had guarded in every possible way). And he was led to inquire first as to the extent, and then as to the source of her knowledge. It was Mary herself who had told all.
For on the morning to which this chapter princ.i.p.ally relates, as Mary sat weeping, and as Mrs. Wilson comforted her by every tenderest word and caress, she revealed, to the dismayed and astonished Jane, the sting of her deep sorrow; the crime which stained her dead father"s memory.
She was quite unconscious that Jem had kept it secret from his mother; she had imagined it bruited abroad as the suspicion against her lover had been; so word after word (dropped from her lips in the supposition that Mrs. Wilson knew all) had told the tale and revealed the cause of her deep anguish; deeper than is ever caused by death alone.
On large occasions like the present, Mrs. Wilson"s innate generosity came out. Her weak and ailing frame imparted its irritation to her conduct in small things, and daily trifles; but she had deep and n.o.ble sympathy with great sorrows, and even at the time that Mary spoke she allowed no expression of surprise or horror to escape her lips. She gave way to no curiosity as to the untold details; she was as secret and trustworthy as her son himself; and if in years to come her anger was occasionally excited against Mary, and she, on rare occasions, yielded to ill-temper against her daughter-in-law, she would upbraid her for extravagance, or stinginess, or over-dressing, or under-dressing, or too much mirth or too much gloom, but never, never in her most uncontrolled moments did she allude to any one of the circ.u.mstances relating to Mary"s flirtation with Harry Carson, or his murderer; and always when she spoke of John Barton, named him with the respect due to his conduct before the last, miserable, guilty month of his life.
Therefore it came like a blow to Jem, when, after years had pa.s.sed away, he gathered his mother"s knowledge of the whole affair. From the day when he learnt (not without remorse) what hidden depths of self-restraint she had in her soul, his manner to her, always tender and respectful, became reverential; and it was more than ever a loving strife between him and Mary which should most contribute towards the happiness of the declining years of their mother.
But I am speaking of the events which have occurred only lately, while I have yet many things to tell you that happened six or seven years ago.
x.x.xVII. DETAILS CONNECTED WITH THE MURDER.
"The rich man dines, while the poor man pines, And eats his heart away; "They teach us lies," he sternly cries, "Would BROTHERS do as they?""
--The Dream.
Mr. Carson stood at one of the breathing-moments of life. The object of the toils, the fears, and the wishes of his past years, was suddenly hidden from his sight,--vanished into the deep mystery which circ.u.mscribes existence. Nay, even the vengeance which he had cherished, taken away from before his eyes, as by the hand of G.o.d.
Events like these would have startled the most thoughtless into reflection, much more such a man as Mr. Carson, whose mind, if not enlarged, was energetic; indeed, whose very energy, having been hitherto the cause of the employment of his powers in only one direction, had prevented him from becoming largely and philosophically comprehensive in his views.
But now the foundations of his past life were razed to the ground, and the place they had once occupied was sown with salt, to be rebuilt no more for ever. It was like the change from this Life to that other hidden one, when so many of the motives which have actuated all our earthly existence, will have become more fleeting than the shadows of a dream. With a wrench of his soul from the past, so much of which was as nothing, and worse than nothing to him now, Mr. Carson took some hours, after he had witnessed the death of his son"s murderer, to consider his situation.