"A doubtful general!--a traitor, you mean, an enemy, a spy," said Henderson, hotly. "There, now, don"t stop me, Power; abuse is a good safety-valve; the scream of the steam-engine letting off superfluous vapour. I should dislike him far worse if I bottled up against him a silent spite, hated him in the dark, and didn"t openly abuse him sometimes."
Power"s large and gentle mind, and Walter"s generous temper prevented them from joining in Henderson"s strong language; but they felt no less than he did that, if they were to work for the good of the school, Kenrick would be their most dangerous, though not their declared, opponent. A monitor who seemed to recognise none of a monitor"s duties, who openly broke rules and defied discipline, who smoked and went to public-houses, and habitually a.s.sociated with inferiors, and those the least creditable set in the school, did more to damage the authority of the upper boys than _any_ number of external a.s.saults on them if they were consistent and united among themselves.
"I foresee storms ahead," said Power, with a sigh. "Flip, you must stand by me as well as Walter."
"Never fear," said Henderson; "but remember I"m only the junior monitor of the lot, and I"m so quick-tempered, I"m always afraid of stirring up a commotion some day with the Harpoons"--as Henderson had christened the Harpour lot.
"You must be like the lightning-kite then," said Power, "and turn the flash away from us."
""And dash the beauteous terror to the ground, Smiling majestic,""
observed Henderson, parodying the gesture, and making the others laugh.
"Do you remember Somers, and Dimock, and Danvers? What big fellows the monitors used to be then!" said Power.
"And do you remember certain boys whom Somers, and Dimock, and Danvers praised on a certain occasion?" said Walter. "Come, Rex, don"t despond.
We weren"t afraid then, why should we be now?"
"But then they had Macon, and fellows like that, to uphold them in the school."
"So have _we_," said Henderson; "first and foremost Whalley, who"s now got his remove into the upper sixth; then there"s dear old Blissidas, who has arms if he hasn"t got brains, and who is as staunch as a rock; and best of all, perhaps, there"s Franklin, second in both elevens, brave as a lion, strong as a bull. By the by, as I have a lightning-kite ready made for you no doubt; he"s accustomed to the experiment."
"Why, Flip, you talk as if we were going to have a pitched battle," said Power, ignoring his joke about Franklin.
"So we are--practically and morally. Look out for skirmishes from the Harpour lot; especially the world, the flesh, and the devil, whom I just saw arm in arm."
"What _do_ you mean, Flip?" asked Walter, laughing.
"Mean! nothing at all--only Tracy, Jones, and Mackworth. Tracy"s the world, Jones is the flesh--raw flesh; and Mackworth"s the other thing."
"I"ll tell you of two more who won"t let the school override us if they can help it," said Walter; "Cradock and Eden."
"Briareus and Paradise," said Henderson; "poor Eden, he can"t do much for us except look on with large troubled eyes."
"Can"t he though, Flip? he"s got a good deal of power."
"He"s got a great deal of good from Power, I know, but--"
"But don"t be a donkey, Flip."
"Do shut up. Why should you two expect such a dead a.s.sault on the monitors this half?" said Power.
"Why, the fifth has in it a more turbulent lot just now than I ever knew before; big impudent fellows, with no good in them, and quite at the beck of the Harpour set," said Walter.
"Yes, and with that fellow Kenrick for a protagonist," said Henderson; "he and Harpour have always been at mischief about the monitors since they caught it so tremendously from Somers. Well, never mind; _aide toi et ciel t"aidera_. Why, look, there"s Paradise, taking charge as usual of a little new fellow; who is it?"
"Look and see," said Walter, as a little fellow came up, with an unmistakable family resemblance--a pretty boy, with fresh round cheeks, and light hair, which shone like gold when the sunshine fell upon it.
"Why, Walter--why, this must be your brother. Well, I declare! an Evides secundus, Evides redivivus. Just what you were the day you came, and made Jones look small three years ago. How do you do, young "un?"
He shook him kindly by the hand and said, "You"re a lucky little fellow to have a monitor brother, and Eden to look after you from the first. I wish _I"d_ been so lucky, I know."
"O Walter, what a _jolly_ place this is," said his little brother,--"jollier than Semlyn even."
"Wait a bit, Charlie; don"t make up your mind too soon," said Walter; while Eden looked at the boy with a somewhat sad smile playing on his lips.
CHAPTER THIRTY ONE.
AMONG THE NOELITES.
But, I pray you, who is his companion? Is there no young squarer now that will make a voyage with him to the devil?
Much Ado about Nothing.
Etiam si quis a culpa vacuus in amicitiam ejus inciderat, quotidiano usu per similisque ceteris efficiebatur.--Sall.u.s.t.
The changes described in the last chapter were not the only ones which seriously affected the prosperity of Saint Winifred"s School, for the stall of masters was also partly altered during the last two years, and the alterations had not been improvements. Mr Paton--who had by this time manfully resumed his old theological labours, and who, to please Walter, had often employed him as a willing amanuensis in attempting to replace the burnt ma.n.u.script--had retired from his mastership to a quiet country living to which he had been presented by Sir Lawrence Power.
Strange as it may seem, Mr Paton chiefly, though of course indirectly, owed this living to Walter, who had first talked to Sir Lawrence about Mr Paton, in terms of deep regard. The opportunity, therefore, which Walter had sought so earnestly, of atoning in some way for the mischief which he had done to his old master, was amply granted to him; and Mr Paton never felt more strongly, that even out of the deepest apparent evils G.o.d can bring about undoubted blessings. Saint Winifred"s, however, was the loser by his promotion. The benefit of his impartial justice and stern discipline, and the weight of his firm and manly character in the councils of the school, was gone. And Saint Winifred"s had suffered a still greater loss in the departure of Mr Percival, who had accepted, some months before, the offer of a tutorship in his own university. Had he continued where he was, his influence, his well-deserved popularity, his kind, wise, conciliatory manner, the grat.i.tude which rewarded his ready and self-denying sympathy, would, in the troubled period which ensued, have been even more useful than his brilliant scholarship and successful method of teaching a form. These two masters had left amid the universal regret of the boys and of their colleagues, and their places had been filled up by younger, less able, and less experienced men.
And worse than this, Dr Lane, soon after the term began, was taken seriously ill, and was ordered to the German baths for two months, during which his work was done by another master, who had not the same influence. From all which causes, this half-year at Saint Winifreds was the most turbulent, the most riotous, and the most unhappy, ever known in that honourable and ancient school.
So little Charlie Evson soon found reason to revise and modify his opinion, that Saint Winifred"s--as he _then_ saw it--was jollier than even Semlyn itself. His name had been entered in the list of Mr Percival"s house, before it was known that he was going to leave.
Walter liked Mr Percival so much better than he did his own tutor, Mr Robertson, and had experienced from him so much more kindness, that he thought it would be an advantage for Charlie to be placed directly under so wise and kind a friend; and Mr Evson, afraid that his little son would be quite overshadowed by his elder brother, and that Walter"s influence, which was very transcendent over Charlie"s mind, would make him too dependent on another, and prevent him from developing his own natural character, was by no means averse to the arrangement. But since Mr Percival had left, Charlie, with the other boys in the house, was handed over to the charge of Mr Noel, a new master, who had to win his way and learn his work, neither of which he succeeded in doing until he had committed many mistakes.
In this house were Kenrick and Mackworth--Kenrick, as monitor, was in some measure responsible for the character of the house, and he had Charlie as one of his f.a.gs. At this time, as I have already observed with sorrow, Kenrick"s influence was not only useless for good, but was even positively bad. There was _no_ other monitor who did not try to be of some use to his f.a.gs; many of the monitors, by quiet kindnesses and useful hints, by judicious help and unselfish sympathy, were of most real service to the boys who nominally "f.a.gged" for them, but who, in point of fact, were required to do nothing except taking an occasional message, seeing that the study fires did not go out, and carrying up the tea and breakfast for a week each, in order of rotation. Few Saint Winifred"s boys would have hesitated to admit that they would have been less happy, and would have had fewer chances in school-life, if they had not been f.a.gs at first, and thereby found friends and protectors in the boys for whom they f.a.gged. Kenrick, however, did not follow the good example which had become almost traditional; for, filled as he was with the spirit of wilful pride, and on bad terms with the order to which he belonged, he either spoiled his f.a.gs by petting and pampering them, and letting them see his own disregard for duty, or, if they did not take his fancy, he snubbed and disregarded them--at any rate, did nothing whatever to help them.
Kenrick was quite willing to have placed Charlie Evson in the first of these cla.s.ses, for he was a boy whom it was impossible to see and not to like. His antagonistic position towards most of his own body, made him the head of a sort of faction in the school, and he would have been proud beyond measure to have had any boy like Charlie as one of his followers. But Kenrick had better reasons for wishing to attach Charlie to himself. Deeply as he had degenerated, disgraceful as his present conduct was, Kenrick, in the secret depths of his soul, sighed and pined for better things; though vice, and folly, and pride had their attractions for him, he was still sick at heart for the purer atmosphere which he had left. He looked at Charlie with vague hopes, for through him he thought that he might yet perhaps, without lowering his pride by actually seeming to have made any advance, bring about a reconciliation with his best and earliest friends, bring about a return to his former and more upright course.
But this was not to be. When a boy goes wrong he strews every step of his downward career with obstacles against his own return; and he little dreams how difficult of removal some of these obstacles will be. The obstacle in this case was another little f.a.g of Kenrick"s, named Wilton.
I am sorry to write of that boy. Young in years, he was singularly old in vice. A more brazen, a more impudent, a more hardened little scapegrace--in schoolboy language, "a cooler hand"--it would have been impossible to find. He had early gained the name of Raven from his artful looks. His manner was a mixture of calm audacity and consummate self-conceit. Though you knew him to be a thorough scamp, the young imp would stare you in the face with the effrontery of a man about town. He was active, sharp, and nice-looking, and there was nothing which he was either afraid or ashamed to do. He had not a particle of that modesty which in every good boy is as natural as it is graceful; he could tell a lie without the slightest hesitation or the faintest blush; nay, while he was telling it, though _he_ knew that you _knew_ it to be a lie, he would not abash for an instant the cold glance of his wicked dark eyes.
Yet this boy, like Charlie, was only thirteen years old. And for all these reasons, Wilton was the idol of all the big bad boys in the school; and in spite of all these reasons--for the boy had in him the fascination of a serpent--he was the declared favourite of Kenrick too.
The three boys who gave the tone to Mr Noel"s house, were Kenrick, Mackworth, and Wilton. They formed as it were an electric chain of bad influence, and as they were severally prominent in the chief divisions of the school, they had peculiar opportunities for doing harm.
Kenrick"s evil example told with extraordinary power through the whole house, and especially upon the highest boys, who naturally imitated him.
I do not mean to say that Kenrick had sunk so low that wilfully and consciously he lowered the character of the house, which as monitor he ought to have improved and raised; but he _did_ so whether with intention or not; he did so negatively by neglecting all his duties, and by giving no direct countenance to what was right; he did so positively by not openly discountenancing, and by actually practising, many things which he knew to be wrong. The bad work was carried on by Mackworth, who was the most prominent fifth-form boy in the house. This boy"s ability, and strength of will, and keenness of tongue, gave him immense authority, and enabled him to carry out almost everything he liked. To complete the mischief, among the lower boys Wilton reigned supreme; and as Wilton was prouder of Kenrick"s patronage than of anything else, and by flattery and cajolery could win over Kenrick to nearly anything, the worst part of the characters of these boys acting and reacting on each other, leavened the house through and through with all that is least good, or true, or lovely, or of a good report. The mischief began before Mr Percival left, but it never could have proceeded half so far, if Mr Noel"s inexperience, and the very kindness which led him to relax the existing discipline, had not tempted the boys to unwonted presumption.
Such was the state of things when Charlie entered Mr Noel"s house.
Walter knew that Mr Percival"s promotion had frustrated the plan he had formed when he advised his father to put Charlie in that house, but the step could not now be recalled, nor, indeed, was Walter or any other monitor aware how bad the state of things had become. For among other dangerous innovations, Mackworth and Wilton had brought about a kind of understanding, that the house should to some extent keep to itself, resent all intrusion into its own precincts, and maintain a profound silence about its own secrets. Besides all this, Walter bitterly and sorrowfully felt that for some reason, which he was unable to fathom, the whole school was just then in an unsatisfactory state, and that Charlie, for whom his whole heart yearned with brotherly love and pity, would be exposed to severe temptations in whatever house he should be placed. He hoped too that, as Charlie would always have the run of his and of Power"s study, it would make little difference to him that he was under a different house master.
To Mackworth and Wilton the arrival of one or two new boys was a matter of some importance, but little anxiety. The new boys were necessarily young, and in the present united state of the house, it was tolerably certain that they would catch the prevalent spirit, and be quickly a.s.similated to the condition of the others. The task of moulding them-- if they were at all difficult to manage--fell to Wilton, and he certainly accomplished it with astonishing success. A newcomer"s sensibilities were not too quickly shocked. The Noelites, for their own purposes, behaved very kindly to him at first; they were first-rate hands at "destroying a boy by means of his best affections," at "seething a kid in its mother"s milk." The bad language, the school trickeries and deceits, the dodges for breaking rules and escaping punishments, the agreed-on lies to avoid detection, the suppers, and brandy, and smoking parties, and false keys to get out after lock-up, and all the other detestable symptoms of a vitiated and depraved set, were carefully kept in abeyance at first. The new fellow was treated very kindly, was sounded and fathomed cautiously, was taught to get up a strong house feeling by perpetual endeavours to wake in him the _esprit de corps_, was gently ridiculed if he displayed any good principle, was tremendously bullied if he showed signs of recalcitrance, was according to his temperament led, or coaxed, or initiated, or intimidated, into the condition of wickedness required of him before the house could continue to go to the devil, as fast as it wished to do, and was doing before. This was Mackworth"s work, and Wilton acted as his Azazel, and Kenrick did not interfere, though he knew or guessed all that was going on; he did not interfere, he did not prevent it, he did not even remonstrate at first, and afterwards he began by acquiescing, he ended by--yes, the truth must be told--he ended in joining in it all. O Kenrick, when human beings meet face to face before a certain judgment-seat, there are some young souls who will have a bill of indictment against you; the same who may point to Mackworth or to Wilton, and say, as of old, "The serpent beguiled me, and I did eat."
Five new boys had come this half-year. Four of them had been sounded by the rest of the house; one of them, named Stone, had come from a large private school, and was prepared for whatever he might find in more senses than one. Another, Symes, was a boy ill-trained at home, of no particular principles, and quite ready to flow with the stream. A third, Hanley, had come meaning to be good; he had been shocked when he first heard oaths, and when he was first asked if he would mind telling any of the regular lies--"crams" the boys called them--in the event of any master questioning him; but his wounded sensibilities were very quickly healed, and he had pa.s.sed with fatal facility from disgust to indifference, from indifference to toleration. The fourth, Elgood, was a timid child, for whom no one cared either way, and whom they took care to frighten into promising to do whatever he was ordered. A terrible state of things--was it not? But, ah me! it was so once upon a time.
The fifth new boy in Mr Noel"s house was Charles Evson; and with this fifth new boy the devil"s agents knew instinctively that they would have a great deal of trouble. But they meant to bait their hook very carefully, and they did not at all despair. Their task was made peculiarly piquant by its very difficulty, and by the fact that Charlie was one in whom their declared enemy, Walter Evson, was so nearly concerned. They were determined by fair means or foul to win him over, and make him their proselyte, until he became as much a child of sin as they were themselves. But they proceeded to their task with the utmost caution, and endeavoured to charm Charlie over to their views by showing him great attention, by trying to make things pleasant for him, by flattering him with notice, and seeming to welcome him cordially as one of themselves. Their dissimulation was profound; at first the new boy found everything quite delightful, and before a week was over had caught, as they meant him to catch, the spirit of party, and always was ready to stick up for the Noelites as the best house in the school. So far so good; but this was only the first step of initiation into these Eleusinian mysteries.
So Master Wilton--Belial junior, as Henderson always called him-- ingratiated himself into Charlie"s favour, and tried, not without success, to make himself peculiarly agreeable. At first sight, indeed, Charlie felt an inward repulsion to him. He did not know _why_ he did, for, so far from there being anything obviously repulsive in Wilton"s look or manners, there were many who thought him the picture of innocence, and considered his manners quite perfection in their politeness and good breeding. Charlie therefore instantly conquered his first feeling of dislike as uncharitable and groundless; and as Wilton seemed to lay himself out for his friendship, he was oftener with him during the first fortnight than with any other boy. It was strange to see the two together, so utterly different were they in every respect, and so great was the contrast of Charlie"s sweet, bright, modest face, with the indescribable dangerous coolness of Wilton"s knowing smile.
"Look," said Henderson to Whalley, as he saw them together one day in the playground; "there go Ithuriel and Belial junior, very thick at present."