Rewards and Fairies

Chapter 13

""Your pore Cissie," he said. "She"s a hatful o" trouble. But you shall have "em, Miss Phil. They"re all ready put by for you." And, would you believe it, the old sinner pulled my three silver spoons out of his dirty pocket, and polished them on his cuff! "Here they be," he says, and he gave them to me, just as cool as though I"d come to have my warts charmed. That"s the worst of people having known you when you were young. But I preserved my composure. "Jerry," I said, "what in the world are we to do? If you"d been caught with these things on you, you"d have been hanged."

""I know it," he said. "But they"re yours now."

""But you made my Cissie steal them," I said.

""That I didn"t," he said. "Your Cissie, she was pickin" at me and tarrifyin" me all the long day an" every day for weeks, to put a charm on you, Miss Phil, and take away your little spitty cough."

""Yes, I knew that, Jerry, and to make me flesh up!" I said. "I"m much obliged to you, but I"m not one of your pigs!"

""Ah! I reckon she"ve been talking to you, then," he said. "Yes, she give me no peace, and bein" tarrified--for I don"t hold with old women--I laid a task on her which I thought "ud silence her. _I_ never reckoned the old scrattle "ud risk her neckbone at Lewes a.s.sizes for your sake, Miss Phil. But she did. She up an" stole, I tell ye, as cheerful as a tinker. You might ha" knocked me down with any one of them liddle spoons when she brung "em in her ap.r.o.n."

""Do you mean to say, then, that you did it to try my poor Cissie?" I screamed at him.

""What else for, dearie?" he said. "_I_ don"t stand in need of hedge-stealings. I"m a freeholder, with money in the bank; and now I won"t trust women no more! Silly old besom! I do beleft she"d ha" stole the Squire"s big fob-watch, if I"d required her."

""Then you"re a wicked, wicked old man," I said, and I was so angry that I couldn"t help crying, and of course that made me cough.

"Jerry was in a fearful taking. He picked me up and carried me into his cottage--it"s full of foreign curiosities--and he got me something to eat and drink, and he said he"d be hanged by the neck any day if it pleased me. He said he"d even tell old Cissie he was sorry. That"s a great come-down for a Witchmaster, you know.

"I was ashamed of myself for being so silly, and I dabbed my eyes and said, "The least you can do now is to give poor Ciss some sort of a charm for me."

""Yes, that"s only fair dealings," he said. "You know the names of the Twelve Apostles, dearie? You say them names, one by one, before your open window, rain or storm, wet or shine, five times a day fasting. But mind you, "twixt every name you draw in your breath through your nose, right down to your pretty liddle toes, as long and as deep as you can, and let it out slow through your pretty liddle mouth. There"s virtue for your cough in those names spoke that way. And I"ll give you something you can see, moreover. Here"s a stick of maple which is the warmest tree in the wood.""

"That"s true," Una interrupted. "You can feel it almost as warm as yourself when you touch it."

""It"s cut one inch long for your every year," Jerry said. "That"s sixteen inches. You set it in your window so that it holds up the sash, and thus you keep it, rain or shine, or wet or fine, day and night. I"ve said words over it which will have virtue on your complaints."

""I haven"t any complaints, Jerry," I said. "It"s only to please Cissie."

""I know that as well as you do, dearie," he said. And--and that was all that came of my going to give him a flogging. I wonder whether he made poor _Troubadour_ shy when I lashed at him? Jerry has his ways of getting even of people."

"I wonder," said Una. "Well, did you try the charm? Did it work?"

"What nonsense! I told Rene about it, of course, because he"s a doctor.

He"s going to be a most famous doctor. That"s why our doctor hates him.

Rene said, "Oho! Your Master Gamm, he is worth knowing," and he put up his eyebrows--like this. He made joke of it all. He can see my window from the carpenter"s shed, where he works, and if ever the maple stick fell down, he pretended to be in a fearful taking till I propped the window up again. He used to ask me whether I had said my Apostles properly, and how I took my deep breaths. Oh yes, and the next day, though he had been there ever so many times before, he put on his new hat and paid Jerry Gamm a visit of state--as a fellow-physician. Jerry never guessed Rene was making fun of him, and so he told Rene about the sick people in the village, and how he cured them with herbs after Dr.

Break had given them up. Jerry could talk smugglers" French, of course, and I had taught Rene plenty of English, if only he wasn"t so shy. They called each other Monsieur Gamm and Mosheur Lanark, just like gentlemen.

I suppose it amused poor Rene. He hasn"t much to do, except to fiddle about in the carpenter"s shop. He"s like all the French prisoners--always making knick-knacks; and Jerry had a little lathe at his cottage, and so--and so--Rene took to being with Jerry much more than I approved of. The Hall is so big and empty when Dad"s away, and I will _not_ sit with old Amoore--she talks so horridly about every one--specially about Rene.

"I was rude to Rene, I"m afraid; but I was properly served out for it.

One always is. You see Dad went down to Hastings to pay his respects to the General who commanded the brigade there, and to bring him to the Hall afterwards. Dad told me he was a very brave soldier from India--he was Colonel of Dad"s regiment, the Thirty-third Foot, after Dad left the Army, and then he changed his name from Wesley to Wellesley, or else the other way about; and Dad said I was to get out all the silver for him, and I knew that meant a big dinner. So I sent down to the sea for early mackerel, and had _such_ a morning in the kitchen and the store-rooms.

Old Amoore nearly cried.

"However, my dear, I made all my preparations in ample time, but the fish didn"t arrive--it never does--and I wanted Rene to ride to Pevensey and bring it himself. He had gone over to Jerry, of course, as he always used, unless I requested his presence beforehand. _I_ can"t send for Rene every time I want him. He should be there. Now, don"t you ever do what I did, child, because it"s in the highest degree unladylike; but--but one of our woods runs up to Jerry"s garden, and if you climb--it"s ungenteel, but I can climb like a kitten--there"s an old hollow oak just above the pigsty where you can hear and see everything below. Truthfully, I only went to tell Rene about the mackerel, but I saw him and Jerry sitting on the seat playing with wooden toy trumpets.

So I slipped into the hollow, and choked down my cough, and listened.

Rene had never shown _me_ any of these trumpets."

"Trumpets? Aren"t you too old for trumpets?" said Una.

"They weren"t real trumpets, because Jerry opened his shirt collar, and Rene put one end of his trumpet against Jerry"s chest, and put his ear to the other. Then Jerry put his trumpet against Rene"s chest, and listened while Rene breathed and coughed. I was afraid _I_ would cough too.

""This hollywood one is the best," said Jerry. ""Tis won"erful like hearin" a man"s soul whisperin" in his innards; but unless I"ve a buzzin" in my ears, Mosheur Lanark, you make much about the same kind o"

noises as old Gaffer Macklin--but not quite so loud as young Copper. It sounds like breakers on a reef--a long way off. Comprenny?"

""Perfectly," said Rene. "I drive on the breakers. But before I strike, I shall save hundreds, thousands, millions perhaps, by my little trumpets. Now tell me what sounds the old Gaffer Macklin have made in his chest, and what the young Copper also."

"Jerry talked for nearly a quarter of an hour about sick people in the village, while Rene asked questions. Then he sighed, and said, "You explain very well, Monsieur Gamm, but if only I had your opportunities to listen for myself! Do you think these poor people would let me listen to them through my trumpet--for a little money? No?"--Rene"s as poor as a church mouse.

""They"d kill you, Mosheur. It"s all I can do to coax "em to abide it, and I"m Jerry Gamm," said Jerry. He"s very proud of his attainments.

""Then these poor people are alarmed--No?" said Rene.

""They"ve had it in for me for some time back because o" my tryin" your trumpets on their sick; and I reckon by the talk at the alehouse they won"t stand much more. Tom Dunch an" some of his kidney was drinkin"

themselves riot-ripe when I pa.s.sed along after noon. Charms an"

mutterin"s and bits o" red wool and black hens is in the way o" nature to these fools, Mosheur; but anything likely to do "em real service is devil"s work by their estimation. If I was you, I"d go home before they come." Jerry spoke quite quietly, and Rene shrugged his shoulders.

""I am prisoner on parole, Monsieur Gamm," he said. "I have no home."

"Now that was unkind of Rene. He"s often told me that he looked on England as his home. I suppose it"s French politeness.

""Then we"ll talk o" something that matters," said Jerry. "Not to name no names, Mosheur Lanark, what might be your own opinion o" some one who ain"t old Gaffer Macklin nor young Copper? Is that person better or worse?"

""Better--for time that is," said Rene. He meant for the time being, but I never could teach him some phrases.

""I thought so too," said Jerry. "But how about time to come?"

"Rene shook his head, and then he blew his nose. You don"t know how odd a man looks blowing his nose when you are sitting directly above him.

""I"ve thought that too," said Jerry. He rumbled so deep I could scarcely catch. "It don"t make much odds to me, because I"m old. But you"re young, Mosheur--you"re young," and he put his hand on Rene"s knee, and Rene covered it with his hand. I didn"t know they were such friends.

""Thank you, _mon ami_," said Rene. "I am much oblige. Let us return to our trumpet-making. But I forget"--he stood up--"it appears that you receive this afternoon!"

"You can"t see into Gamm"s Lane from the oak, but the gate opened, and fat little Doctor Break stumped in, mopping his head, and half-a-dozen of our people followed him, very drunk.

"You ought to have seen Rene bow; he does it beautifully.

""A word with you, Laennec," said Dr. Break. "Jerry has been practising some devilry or other on these poor wretches, and they"ve asked me to be arbiter."

""Whatever that means, I reckon it"s safer than asking you to be doctor," said Jerry, and Tom Dunch, one of our carters, laughed.

""That ain"t right feeling of you, Tom," Jerry said, "seeing how clever Dr. Break put away your thorn in the flesh last winter." Tom"s wife had died at Christmas, though Dr. Break bled her twice a week. He danced with rage.

""This is all beside the mark," he said. "These good people are willing to testify that you"ve been impudently prying into G.o.d"s secrets by means of some papistical contrivance which this person"--he pointed to poor Rene--"has furnished you with. Why, here are the things themselves!" Rene was holding a trumpet in his hand.

"Then all the men talked at once. They said old Gaffer Macklin was dying from st.i.tches in his side where Jerry had put the trumpet--they called it the devil"s ear-piece; and they said it left round red witchmarks on people"s skins, and dried up their lights, and made "em spit blood, and threw "em into sweats. Terrible things they said. You never heard such a noise. I took advantage of it to cough.

"Rene and Jerry were standing with their backs to the pigsty. Jerry fumbled in his big flap pockets and fished up a pair of pistols. You ought to have seen the men give back when he c.o.c.ked his. He pa.s.sed one to Rene.

""Wait! Wait!" said Rene. "I will explain to the doctor if he permits."

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