"Yes," said Hester. "It"s likely; him and his aunt come from Carlisle-way, and must needs cling together in these strange parts."
"I saw him at the burying of yon Darley," said William.
"It were a vast o" people went past th" entry end," said Alice. "It were a"most like election time; I were just come back fra" meeting when they were all going up th" church steps. I met yon sailor as, they say, used violence and did murder; he looked like a ghost, though whether it were his bodily wounds, or the sense of his sins stirring within him, it"s not for me to say. And by t" time I was back here and settled to my Bible, t" folk were returning, and it were tramp, tramp, past th" entry end for better nor a quarter of an hour."
"They say Kinraid has getten slugs and gun-shot in his side," said Hester.
"He"s niver one Charley Kinraid, for sure, as I knowed at Newcastle," said William Coulson, roused to sudden and energetic curiosity.
"I don"t know," replied Hester; "they call him just Kinraid; and Betsy Darley says he"s t" most daring specksioneer of all that go off this coast to t" Greenland seas. But he"s been in Newcastle, for I mind me she said her poor brother met with him there."
"How didst thee come to know him?" inquired Alice.
"I cannot abide him if it is Charley," said William. "He kept company with my poor sister as is dead for better nor two year, and then he left off coming to see her and went wi" another girl, and it just broke her heart."
"He don"t look now as if he iver could play at that game again,"
said Alice; "he has had a warning fra" the Lord. Whether it be a call no one can tell. But to my eyne he looks as if he had been called, and was going."
"Then he"ll meet my sister," said William, solemnly; "and I hope the Lord will make it clear to him, then, how he killed her, as sure as he shot down yon sailors; an" if there"s a gnashing o" teeth for murder i" that other place, I reckon he"ll have his share on"t. He"s a bad man yon."
"Betsy said he were such a friend to her brother as niver was; and he"s sent her word and promised to go and see her, first place he goes out to.
But William only shook his head, and repeated his last words,--
"He"s a bad man, he is."
When Philip came home that Sunday night, he found only Alice up to receive him. The usual bedtime in the household was nine o"clock, and it was but ten minutes past the hour; but Alice looked displeased and stern.
"Thee art late, lad," said she, shortly.
"I"m sorry; it"s a long way from my uncle"s, and I think clocks are different," said he, taking out his watch to compare it with the round moon"s face that told the time to Alice.
"I know nought about thy uncle"s, but thee art late. Take thy candle, and begone."
If Alice made any reply to Philip"s "good-night," he did not hear it.
CHAPTER VIII
ATTRACTION AND REPULSION
A fortnight had pa.s.sed over and winter was advancing with rapid strides. In bleak northern farmsteads there was much to be done before November weather should make the roads too heavy for half-fed horses to pull carts through. There was the turf, pared up on the distant moors, and left out to dry, to be carried home and stacked; the brown fern was to be stored up for winter bedding for the cattle; for straw was scarce and dear in those parts; even for thatching, heather (or rather ling) was used. Then there was meat to salt while it could be had; for, in default of turnips and mangold-wurzel, there was a great slaughtering of barren cows as soon as the summer herbage failed; and good housewives stored up their Christmas piece of beef in pickle before Martinmas was over.
Corn was to be ground while yet it could be carried to the distant mill; the great racks for oat-cake, that swung at the top of the kitchen, had to be filled. And last of all came the pig-killing, when the second frost set in. For up in the north there is an idea that the ice stored in the first frost will melt, and the meat cured then taint; the first frost is good for nothing but to be thrown away, as they express it.
There came a breathing-time after this last event. The house had had its last autumn cleaning, and was neat and bright from top to bottom, from one end to another. The turf was led; the coal carted up from Monkshaven; the wood stored; the corn ground; the pig killed, and the hams and head and hands lying in salt. The butcher had been glad to take the best parts of a pig of Dame Robson"s careful feeding; but there was unusual plenty in the Haytersbank pantry; and as Bell surveyed it one morning, she said to her husband--
"I wonder if yon poor sick chap at Moss Brow would fancy some o" my sausages. They"re something to crack on, for they are made fra" an old c.u.mberland receipt, as is not known i" Yorkshire yet."
"Thou"s allays so set upo" c.u.mberland ways!" said her husband, not displeased with the suggestion, however. "Still, when folk"s sick they han their fancies, and maybe Kinraid "ll be glad o" thy sausages. I ha" known sick folk tak" t" eating snails."
This was not complimentary, perhaps. But Daniel went on to say that he did not mind if he stepped over with the sausages himself, when it was too late to do anything else. Sylvia longed to offer to accompany her father; but, somehow, she did not like to propose it.
Towards dusk she came to her mother to ask for the key of the great bureau that stood in the house-place as a state piece of furniture, although its use was to contain the family"s best wearing apparel, and stores of linen, such as might be supposed to be more needed upstairs.
"What for do yo" want my keys?" asked Bell.
"Only just to get out one of t" damask napkins."
"The best napkins, as my mother span?"
"Yes!" said Sylvia, her colour heightening. "I thought as how it would set off t" sausages."
"A good clean homespun cloth will serve them better," said Bell, wondering in her own mind what was come over the girl, to be thinking of setting off sausages that were to be eaten, not to be looked at like a picture-book. She might have wondered still more, if she had seen Sylvia steal round to the little flower border she had persuaded Kester to make under the wall at the sunny side of the house, and gather the two or three Michaelmas daisies, and the one bud of the China rose, that, growing against the kitchen chimney, had escaped the frost; and then, when her mother was not looking, softly open the cloth inside of the little basket that contained the sausages and a fresh egg or two, and lay her autumn blossoms in one of the folds of the towel.
After Daniel, now pretty clear of his rheumatism, had had his afternoon meal (tea was a Sunday treat), he prepared to set out on his walk to Moss Brow; but as he was taking his stick he caught the look on Sylvia"s face; and unconsciously interpreted its dumb wistfulness.
"Missus," said he, "t" wench has nought more t" do, has she? She may as well put on her cloak and step down wi" me, and see Molly a bit; she"ll be company like."
Bell considered.
"There"s t" yarn for thy stockings as is yet to spin; but she can go, for I"ll do a bit at "t mysel", and there"s nought else agate."
"Put on thy things in a jiffy, then, and let"s be off," said Daniel.
And Sylvia did not need another word. Down she came in a twinkling, dressed in her new red cloak and hood, her face peeping out of the folds of the latter, bright and blushing.
"Thou should"st na" ha" put on thy new cloak for a night walk to Moss Brow," said Bell, shaking her head.
"Shall I go take it off, and put on my shawl?" asked Sylvia, a little dolefully.
"Na, na, come along! a"m noane goin" for t" wait o" women"s chops and changes. Come along; come, La.s.sie!" (this last to his dog).
So Sylvia set off with a dancing heart and a dancing step, that had to be restrained to the sober gait her father chose. The sky above was bright and clear with the light of a thousand stars, the gra.s.s was crisping under their feet with the coming h.o.a.r frost; and as they mounted to the higher ground they could see the dark sea stretching away far below them. The night was very still, though now and then crisp sounds in the distant air sounded very near in the silence. Sylvia carried the basket, and looked like little Red Riding Hood. Her father had nothing to say, and did not care to make himself agreeable; but Sylvia enjoyed her own thoughts, and any conversation would have been a disturbance to her. The long monotonous roll of the distant waves, as the tide bore them in, the mult.i.tudinous rush at last, and then the retreating rattle and trickle, as the baffled waters fell back over the shingle that skirted the sands, and divided them from the cliffs; her father"s measured tread, and slow, even movement; La.s.sie"s pattering--all lulled Sylvia into a reverie, of which she could not have given herself any definite account. But at length they arrived at Moss Brow, and with a sudden sigh she quitted the subjects of her dreamy meditations, and followed her father into the great house-place. It had a more comfortable aspect by night than by day. The fire was always kept up to a wasteful size, and the dancing blaze and the partial light of candles left much in shadow that was best ignored in such a disorderly family. But there was always a warm welcome to friends, however roughly given; and after the words of this were spoken, the next rose up equally naturally in the mind of Mrs Corney.
"And what will ye tak"? Eh! but t" measter "ll be fine and vexed at your comin" when he"s away. He"s off to Horncastle t" sell some colts, and he"ll not be back till to-morrow"s neet. But here"s Charley Kinraid as we"ve getten to nurse up a bit, and" t" lads "ll be back fra" Monkshaven in a crack o" no time."
All this was addressed to Daniel, to whom she knew that none but masculine company would be acceptable. Amongst uneducated people--whose range of subjects and interest do not extend beyond their daily life--it is natural that when the first blush and hurry of youth is over, there should be no great pleasure in the conversation of the other s.e.x. Men have plenty to say to men, which in their estimation (gained from tradition and experience) women cannot understand; and farmers of a much later date than the one of which I am writing, would have contemptuously considered it as a loss of time to talk to women; indeed, they were often more communicative to the sheep-dog that accompanied them through all the day"s work, and frequently became a sort of dumb confidant. Farmer Robson"s La.s.sie now lay down at her master"s feet, placed her nose between her paws, and watched with attentive eyes the preparations going on for refreshments--preparations which, to the disappointment of her canine heart, consisted entirely of tumblers and sugar.
"Where"s t" wench?" said Robson, after he had shaken hands with Kinraid, and spoken a few words to him and to Mrs. Corney. "She"s getten" a basket wi" sausages in "em, as my missus has made, and she"s a rare hand at sausages; there"s noane like her in a" t" three Ridings, I"ll be bound!"
For Daniel could praise his wife"s powers in her absence, though he did not often express himself in an appreciative manner when she was by to hear. But Sylvia"s quick sense caught up the manner in which Mrs. Corney would apply the way in which her mother"s housewifery had been exalted, and stepping forwards out of the shadow, she said,--
"Mother thought, maybe, you hadn"t killed a pig yet, and sausages is always a bit savoury for any one who is na" well, and----"
She might have gone on but that she caught Kinraid"s eyes looking at her with kindly admiration. She stopped speaking, and Mrs. Corney took up the word--
"As for sausages, I ha" niver had a chance this year, else I stand again any one for t" making of "em. Yorkshire hams "s a vast thought on, and I"ll niver let another county woman say as she can make better sausages nor me. But, as I"m saying, I"d niver a chance; for our pig, as I were sa fond on, and fed mysel", and as would ha" been fourteen stone by now if he were an ounce, and as knew me as well as any Christian, and a pig, as I may say, that I just idolized, went and took a fit a week after Michaelmas Day, and died, as if it had been to spite me; and t" next is na" ready for killing, nor wunnot be this six week. So I"m much beholden to your missus, and so"s Charley, I"m sure; though he"s ta"en a turn to betterin" sin" he came out here to be nursed."