THE UNKNOWN
A few days before that on which Philip arrived at Monkshaven, Kester had come to pay Sylvia a visit. As the earliest friend she had, and also as one who knew the real secrets of her life, Sylvia always gave him the warm welcome, the cordial words, and the sweet looks in which the old man delighted. He had a sort of delicacy of his own which kept him from going to see her too often, even when he was stationary at Monkshaven; but he looked forward to the times when he allowed himself this pleasure as a child at school looks forward to its holidays. The time of his service at Haytersbank had, on the whole, been the happiest in all his long monotonous years of daily labour. Sylvia"s father had always treated him with the rough kindness of fellowship; Sylvia"s mother had never stinted him in his meat or grudged him his share of the best that was going; and once, when he was ill for a few days in the loft above the cow-house, she had made him possets, and nursed him with the same tenderness which he remembered his mother showing to him when he was a little child, but which he had never experienced since then. He had known Sylvia herself, as bud, and sweet promise of blossom; and just as she was opening into the full-blown rose, and, if she had been happy and prosperous, might have pa.s.sed out of the narrow circle of Kester"s interests, one sorrow after another came down upon her pretty innocent head, and Kester"s period of service to Daniel Robson, her father, was tragically cut short. All this made Sylvia the great centre of the faithful herdsman"s affection; and Bella, who reminded him of what Sylvia was when first Kester knew her, only occupied the second place in his heart, although to the child he was much more demonstrative of his regard than to the mother.
He had dressed himself in his Sunday best, and although it was only Thursday, had forestalled his Sat.u.r.day"s shaving; he had provided himself with a paper of humbugs for the child--"humbugs" being the north-country term for certain lumps of toffy, well-flavoured with peppermint--and now he sat in the accustomed chair, as near to the door as might be, in Sylvia"s presence, coaxing the little one, who was not quite sure of his ident.i.ty, to come to him, by opening the paper parcel, and letting its sweet contents be seen.
"She"s like thee--and yet she favours her feyther," said he; and the moment he had uttered the incautious words he looked up to see how Sylvia had taken the unpremeditated, unusual reference to her husband. His stealthy glance did not meet her eye; but though he thought she had coloured a little, she did not seem offended as he had feared. It was true that Bella had her father"s grave, thoughtful, dark eyes, instead of her mother"s gray ones, out of which the childlike expression of wonder would never entirely pa.s.s away. And as Bella slowly and half distrustfully made her way towards the temptation offered her, she looked at Kester with just her father"s look.
Sylvia said nothing in direct reply; Kester almost thought she could not have heard him. But, by-and-by, she said,--
"Yo"ll have heared how Kinraid--who"s a captain now, and a grand officer--has gone and got married."
"Nay!" said Kester, in genuine surprise. "He niver has, for sure!"
"Ay, but he has," said Sylvia. "And I"m sure I dunnot see why he shouldn"t."
"Well, well!" said Kester, not looking up at her, for he caught the inflections in the tones of her voice. "He were a fine stirrin"
chap, yon; an" he were allays for doin" summut; an" when he fund as he couldn"t ha" one thing as he"d set his mind on, a reckon he thought he mun put up wi" another."
"It "ud be no "putting up,"" said Sylvia. "She were staying at Bessy Dawson"s, and she come here to see me--she"s as pretty a young lady as yo"d see on a summer"s day; and a real lady, too, wi" a fortune.
She didn"t speak two words wi"out bringing in her husband"s name,--"the captain", as she called him."
"An" she come to see thee?" said Kester, c.o.c.king his eye at Sylvia with the old shrewd look. "That were summut queer, weren"t it?"
Sylvia reddened a good deal.
"He"s too fause to have spoken to her on me, in t" old way,--as he used for t" speak to me. I were nought to her but Philip"s wife."
"An" what t" d.i.c.kins had she to do wi" Philip?" asked Kester, in intense surprise; and so absorbed in curiosity that he let the humbugs all fall out of the paper upon the floor, and the little Bella sat down, plump, in the midst of treasures as great as those fabled to exist on Tom Tiddler"s ground.
Sylvia was again silent; but Kester, knowing her well, was sure that she was struggling to speak, and bided his time without repeating his question.
"She said--and I think her tale were true, though I cannot get to t"
rights on it, think on it as I will--as Philip saved her husband"s life somewheere nearabouts to Jerusalem. She would have it that t"
captain--for I think I"ll niver ca" him Kinraid again--was in a great battle, and were near upon being shot by t" French, when Philip--our Philip--come up and went right into t" fire o" t" guns, and saved her husband"s life. And she spoke as if both she and t"
captain were more beholden to Philip than words could tell. And she come to see me, to try and get news on him.
"It"s a queer kind o" story," said Kester, meditatively. "A should ha" thought as Philip were more likely to ha" gi"en him a shove into t" thick on it, than t" help him out o" t" sc.r.a.pe."
"Nay!" said Sylvia, suddenly looking straight at Kester; "yo"re out theere. Philip had a deal o" good in him. And I dunnot think as he"d ha" gone and married another woman so soon, if he"d been i"
Kinraid"s place."
"An" yo"ve niver heared on Philip sin" he left?" asked Kester, after a while.
"Niver; nought but what she told me. And she said that t" captain made inquiry for him right and left, as soon after that happened as might be, and could hear niver a word about him. No one had seen him, or knowed his name."
"Yo" niver heared of his goin" for t" be a soldier?" persevered Kester.
"Niver. I"ve told yo" once. It were unlike Philip to think o" such a thing."
"But thou mun ha" been thinkin" on him at times i" a" these years.
Bad as he"d behaved hissel", he were t" feyther o" thy little un.
What did ta think he had been agait on when he left here?"
"I didn"t know. I were noane so keen a-thinking on him at first. I tried to put him out o" my thoughts a"together, for it made me like mad to think how he"d stood between me and--that other. But I"d begun to wonder and to wonder about him, and to think I should like to hear as he were doing well. I reckon I thought he were i" London, wheere he"d been that time afore, yo" know, and had allays spoke as if he"d enjoyed hissel" tolerable; and then Molly Brunton told me on t" other one"s marriage; and, somehow, it gave me a shake in my heart, and I began for to wish I hadn"t said all them words i" my pa.s.sion; and then that fine young lady come wi" her story--and I"ve thought a deal on it since,--and my mind has come out clear.
Philip"s dead, and it were his spirit as come to t" other"s help in his time o" need. I"ve heard feyther say as spirits cannot rest i"
their graves for trying to undo t" wrongs they"ve done i" their bodies."
"Them"s my conclusions," said Kester, solemnly. "A was fain for to hear what were yo"r judgments first; but them"s the conclusions I comed to as soon as I heard t" tale."
"Let alone that one thing," said Sylvia, "he were a kind, good man."
"It were a big deal on a "one thing", though," said Kester. "It just spoilt yo"r life, my poor la.s.s; an" might ha" gone near to spoilin"
Charley Kinraid"s too."
"Men takes a deal more nor women to spoil their lives," said Sylvia, bitterly.
"Not a" mak" o" men. I reckon, la.s.s, Philip"s life were pretty well on for bein" spoilt at after he left here; and it were, mebbe, a good thing he got rid on it so soon."
"I wish I"d just had a few kind words wi" him, I do," said Sylvia, almost on the point of crying.
"Come, la.s.s, it"s as ill moanin" after what"s past as it "ud be for me t" fill my eyes wi" weepin" after t" humbugs as this little wench o" thine has grubbed up whilst we"n been talkin". Why, there"s not one on "em left!"
"She"s a sad spoilt little puss!" said Sylvia, holding out her arms to the child, who ran into them, and began patting her mother"s cheeks, and pulling at the soft brown curls tucked away beneath the matronly cap. "Mammy spoils her, and Hester spoils her----"
"Granny Rose doesn"t spoil me," said the child, with quick, intelligent discrimination, interrupting her mother"s list.
"No; but Jeremiah Foster does above a bit. He"ll come in fro" t"
Bank, Kester, and ask for her, a"most ivery day. And he"ll bring her things in his pocket; and she"s so fause, she allays goes straight to peep in, and then he shifts t" apple or t" toy into another. Eh!
but she"s a little fause one,"--half devouring the child with her kisses. "And he comes and takes her a walk oftentimes, and he goes as slow as if he were quite an old man, to keep pace wi" Bella"s steps. I often run upstairs and watch "em out o" t" window; he doesn"t care to have me with "em, he"s so fain t" have t" child all to hisself."
"She"s a bonny un, for sure," said Kester; "but not so pretty as thou was, Sylvie. A"ve niver tell"d thee what a come for tho", and it"s about time for me t" be goin". A"m off to t" Cheviots to-morrow morn t" fetch home some sheep as Jonas Blundell has purchased. It"ll be a job o" better nor two months a reckon."
"It"ll be a nice time o" year," said Sylvia, a little surprised at Kester"s evident discouragement at the prospect of the journey or absence; he had often been away from Monkshaven for a longer time without seeming to care so much about it.
"Well, yo" see it"s a bit hard upon me for t" leave my sister--she as is t" widow-woman, wheere a put up when a"m at home. Things is main an" dear; four-pound loaves is at sixteenpence; an" there"s a deal o" talk on a famine i" t" land; an" whaten a paid for my victual an" t" bed i" t" lean-to helped t" oud woman a bit,--an"
she"s sadly down i" t" mouth, for she cannot hear on a lodger for t"
tak" my place, for a" she"s moved o"er to t" other side o" t" bridge for t" be nearer t" new buildings, an" t" grand new walk they"re makin" round t" cliffs, thinkin" she"d be likelier t" pick up a labourer as would be glad on a bed near his work. A"d ha" liked to ha" set her agait wi" a "sponsible lodger afore a"d ha" left, for she"s just so soft-hearted, any scamp may put upon her if he n.o.bbut gets houd on her blind side."
"Can I help her?" said Sylvia, in her eager way. "I should be so glad; and I"ve a deal of money by me---"
"Nay, my la.s.s," said Kester, "thou munnot go off so fast; it were just what I were feared on i" tellin" thee. I"ve left her a bit o"
money, and I"ll mak" shift to send her more; it"s just a kind word, t" keep up her heart when I"m gone, as I want. If thou"d step in and see her fra" time to time, and cheer her up a bit wi" talkin" to her on me, I"d tak" it very kind, and I"d go off wi" a lighter heart."
"Then I"m sure I"ll do it for yo", Kester. I niver justly feel like mysel" when yo"re away, for I"m lonesome enough at times. She and I will talk a" t" better about yo" for both on us grieving after yo"."
So Kester took his leave, his mind set at ease by Sylvia"s promise to go and see his sister pretty often during his absence in the North.
But Sylvia"s habits were changed since she, as a girl at Haytersbank, liked to spend half her time in the open air, running out perpetually without anything on to scatter crumbs to the poultry, or to take a piece of bread to the old cart-horse, to go up to the garden for a handful of herbs, or to clamber to the highest point around to blow the horn which summoned her father and Kester home to dinner. Living in a town where it was necessary to put on hat and cloak before going out into the street, and then to walk in a steady and decorous fashion, she had only cared to escape down to the freedom of the sea-sh.o.r.e until Philip went away; and after that time she had learnt so to fear observation as a deserted wife, that nothing but Bella"s health would have been a sufficient motive to take her out of doors. And, as she had told Kester, the necessity of giving the little girl a daily walk was very much lightened by the great love and affection which Jeremiah Foster now bore to the child. Ever since the day when the baby had come to his knee, allured by the temptation of his watch, he had apparently considered her as in some sort belonging to him; and now he had almost come to think that he had a right to claim her as his companion in his walk back from the Bank to his early dinner, where a high chair was always placed ready for the chance of her coming to share his meal.