At that moment a girl, half hidden by the cart, sprang forward, offering something in her outstretched palm to the Inca; but he, misunderstanding her intention, merely glanced with pa.s.sing interest at her face, and returned his gaze to the prisoner.
"I"ll give thee a gla.s.s, lad," he said quickly, "and then thou canst defy Jack Ketch."
The crowd yelled with excitement, and the murderer held forth his great hand for the potion. Using every art to enhance the effect of this dramatic advertis.e.m.e.nt, the Inca of Peru raised his bottle on high, and said in a loud, impressive tone:
"This precious liquid has the property, possessed by no other liquid on earth, of frothing twice. I shall pour it into the gla.s.s, and it will froth. Black Jack will drink it, and after he has drunk it will froth again. Observe!"
He uncorked the bottle and filled the gla.s.s with the reddish fluid, which after a few seconds duly effervesced, to the vague wonder of the populace. The Inca held the gla.s.s till the froth had subsided, and then solemnly gave it to Black Jack.
"Drink!" commanded the Inca.
Black Jack took the draught at a gulp, and instantly flung the gla.s.s at the Inca"s face. It missed him, however. There were signs of a fracas, but the door of the watch-house swung opportunely open, and Jack was dragged from the cart and hustled within. The crowd, with a crowd"s fickleness, turned to other affairs.
That evening the ingenious Inca of Peru did good trade for several hours, but towards eleven o"clock the attraction of the public-houses and of a grand special combined bull and bear beating by moonlight in the large yard of the c.o.c.k Inn drew away the circle of his customers until there was none left. He retired inside the tent with several pounds in his pocket and a G.o.d"s consciousness of having made immortal many of the sons and daughters of Adam.
As he was counting out his gains on the tub of eternal youth by the flicker of a dip, someone lifted the flap of the booth and stealthily entered. He sprang up, fearing robbery with violence, which was sufficiently common during the Wakes; but it was only the young girl who had stood behind the cart when he offered to Black Jack his priceless boon. The Inca had noticed her with increasing interest several times during the evening as she loitered restless near the door of the watch-house.
"What do you want?" he asked her, with the ingratiating affability of the rake who foresees everything.
"Give me a drink."
"A drink of what, my dear?"
"Licksy."
He raised the dip, and by its light examined her face. It was a kind of face which carries no provocative signal for nine men out of ten, but which will haunt the tenth: a child"s face with a pa.s.sionate woman"s eyes burning and dying in it--black hair, black eyes, thin pale cheeks, equine nostrils, red lips, small ears, and the smallest chin conceivable. He smiled at her, pleased.
"Can you pay for it?" he said pleasantly.
The girl evidently belonged to the poorest cla.s.s. Her s.h.a.ggy, uncovered head, lean frame, torn gown, and bare feet, all spoke of hardship and neglect.
"I"ve a silver groat," she answered, and closed her small fist tighter.
"A silver groat!" he exclaimed, rather astonished. "Where did you get that from?"
"He give it me for a-fairing yesterday."
"Who?"
"Him yonder"--she jerked her head back to indicate the watch-house--"Black Jack."
"What for?"
"He kissed me," she said boldly; "I"m his sweetheart."
"Eh!" The Inca paused a moment, startled. "But he killed his sweetheart yesterday."
"What! Meg!" the girl exclaimed with deep scorn. "Her weren"t his true sweetheart. Her druv him to it. Serve her well right! Owd Meg!"
"How old are you, my dear?"
"Don"t know. But feyther said last Wakes I was fourtane. I mun keep young for Jack. He wunna have me if I"m owd."
"But he"ll be hanged, they say."
She gave a short, satisfied laugh.
"Not now he"s drunk Licksy--hangman won"t get him. I heard a man say Jack "d get off wi" twenty year for manslaughter, most like."
"And you"ll wait twenty years for him?"
"Yes," she said; "I"ll meet him at prison gates. But I mun be young.
Give me a drink o" Licksy."
He drew the red draught in silence, and after it had effervesced offered it to her.
""Tis raight?" she questioned, taking the gla.s.s.
The Inca nodded, and, lifting the vessel, she opened her eager lips and became immortal. It was the first time in her life that she had drunk out of a gla.s.s, and it would be the last.
Struck dumb by the trusting joy in those profound eyes, the Inca took the empty gla.s.s from her trembling hand. Frail organism and prey of love! Pa.s.sion had surprised her too young. Noon had come before the flower could open. She went out of the tent.
"Wench!" the Inca called after her, "thy groat!"
She paid him and stood aimless for a second, and then started to cross the roadway. Simultaneously there was a rush and a roar from the c.o.c.k yard close by. The raging bull, dragging its ropes, and followed by a crowd of alarmed pursuers, dashed out. The girl was plain in the moonlight. Many others were abroad, but the bull seemed to see nothing but her, and, lowering his huge head, he charged with shut eyes and flung her over the Inca"s booth.
"Thou"s gotten thy wish: thou"rt young for ever!" the Inca of Peru, made a poet for an instant by this disaster, murmured to himself as he bent with the curious crowd over the corpse.
Black Jack was hanged.
Many years after all this Bursley built itself a new Town Hall (with a spire, and a gold angel on the top in the act of crowning the bailiwick with a gold crown), and began to think about getting up in the world.
MARY WITH THE HIGH HAND
In the front-bedroom of Edward Beechinor"s small house in Trafalgar Road the two primary social forces of action and reaction--those forces which under a thousand names and disguises have alternately ruled the world since the invention of politics--were pitted against each other in a struggle rendered futile by the equality of the combatants. Edward Beechinor had his money, his superior age, and the possible advantage of being a dying man; Mark Beechinor had his youth and his devotion to an ideal. Near the window, aloof and apart, stood the strange, silent girl whose aroused individuality was to intervene with such effectiveness on behalf of one of the antagonists. It was early dusk on an autumn day.
"Tell me what it is you want, Edward," said Mark quietly. "Let us come to the point."
"Ay," said the sufferer, lifting his pale hand from the counterpane, "I"ll tell thee."
He moistened his lips as if in preparation, and pushed back a tuft of spa.r.s.e gray hair, damp with sweat.