"And may I ask again, what the money I gave to poor Lizzie has to do with you?"
"Yo" may ask again, an" I con answer. I am th" poor la.s.s"s friend,--happen th" only friend she has i" th" world,--an" I tell yo" as I will na see yo" play her false again."
"The devil!" he broke forth, angrily. "You speak as--as if you thought I meant her harm."
He colored and faltered, even as he spoke. Joan faced him with bright and scornful eyes.
"If yo" dunnot mean her harm, dunnot lead her to underhand ways o"
deceivin" them as means her well. If yo" dunnot mean her harm, tak" yore belongings and leave Riggan to-morrow morning."
He answered her by a short, uneasy laugh.
"By Jove!" he said. "You are a cool hand, young woman--but you can set your mind at rest. I shall not leave Riggan to-morrow morning, as you modestly demand--not only because I have further business to transact, but because I choose to remain. I shall not make any absurd promises about not seeing Lizzie, which, it seems to me, is more my business than yours, under the circ.u.mstances--and I shall not take the money back."
"Yo" willna?"
"No, I will not."
"Very well. I ha" no more to say," and she went out of the room, leaving the package lying upon the table.
When she reached home, Liz was still sitting as she had left her, and she looked up tearful and impatient.
"Well?" she said.
"He has th" money," was Joan"s answer, "an" he ha" shown me as he is a villain."
She came and stood near the girl, a strong emotion in her half pitying, half appealing look.
"Lizzie, la.s.s!" she said. "Tha mun listen to me,--tha mun. Tha mun mak"
me a promise before tha tak"s thy choild upo" thy breast to-neet."
"I dunnot care," protested Liz, weeping fretfully. "I dunnot care what I do. It"s aw as bad as ivver now. I dunnot care for nowt. Ivvery-body"s at me--noan on yo" will let me a-be. What wi" first one an" then another I"m a"most drove wild."
"G.o.d help thee!" said Joan with a heavy sigh. "I dunnot mean to be hard, la.s.s, but yo" mun promise me. It is na mich, Lizzie, if--if things is na worse wi" yo" than I would ivver believe. Yo"re safe so far: promise me as yo" will na run i" danger--promise me as yo" will na see that man again, that yo"ll keep out o" his way till he leaves Riggan."
"I"ll promise owt," cried Liz. "I dunnot care, I tell yo". I"ll promise owt yo"ll ax, if yo"ll let me a-be," and she hid her face upon her arms and wept aloud.
CHAPTER XXVII - Sammy Craddock"s "Manny-ensis."
At least twice a week Jud Bates made a pilgrimage to Haviland Park.
Having been enlightened to the extent of two or three chapters of "Robinson Crusoe," Sammy Craddock was athirst for more. He regarded the adventures of the hero as valuable information from foreign sh.o.r.es, as information that might be used in political debates, and brought forth on state occasions to floor a presumptuous antagonist. Accordingly, he held out inducements to Jud such as the boy was not likely to think lightly of. A penny a night, and a good supper for himself and Nib, held solid attractions for Jud, and at this salary he found himself engaged in the character of what "Owd Sammy" called "a manny-ensis."
"What"s that theer?" inquired Mrs. Craddock on first hearing this imposing t.i.tle. "A manny--what?"
"A manny-ensis, owd la.s.s," said Sammy, chuckling. "Did tha ivver hear o"
a private gentleman as had na a manny-ensis?"
"Nay. I know nowt about thy manny-ensisses, an" I"ll warrant tha does na know what such loike is thysen."
"It means a power o" things," answered Sammy; "a power o" things. It"s a word as is comprehensive, as they ca" it, an" it"s one as will do as well as any fur th" lad. A manny-ensis!" and manny-ensis it remained.
Surely the adventures of the island-solitary had never given such satisfaction as they gave in the cheery house room of the lodge. Sammy listened to them over numerous pipes, with a respect for literature such as had never before been engendered in his mind by the most imposing display of bindings.
"I"ve allus thowt as th" newspaper wur enow fur a mon to tackle," he would say, reflectively; "but theer"s summat outside o" th" newspapers.
I nivver seed a paper as had owt in it about desert islands, let alone cannybles."
"Cannybles, indeed!" replied Mrs. Craddock, who was occasionally one of the audience. "I conna mak" no sense out o" thee an" thy cannybles. I wonder they are na" shamt o" theirsens, goin" about wi"out so mich as a hat on, an" eatin" each other, as if there wur na a bit o" good victual i" th" place. I wonder th" Queen dunnot put a stop to it hersen if th"
parlyment ha" not getten the sense to do it. It"s noan respectable, let alone Christian."
"Eh!" said Sammy; "but tha"rt i" a muddle. Th"dst allus be i" a muddle if I"d let thee mak" things out thysen an" noan explain "em to thee.
Does tha think aw this here happent i" England? It wur i" furrin lands, owd wench, i" a desert island i" th" midst o" th" sea."
"Well, I wur hopin" it wur na i" Lancashire, I mun say!"
"Lancashire! Why, it happent further off nor Lunnon, i" a place as it"s loike th" Queen has niv-ver seed nor heerd tell on."
The old woman looked dubious, if not disapproving. A place that was not in Lancashire, and that the Queen had nothing to do with, was, to her, a place quite "off color."
"Well! well!" she resumed, with the manner of an unbeliever, "thee go on thy way readin" if tha con tak" comfort i" it. But I mun say again as it does na sound Christian to me. That"s the least I con say on"t."
"Tha"rt slow i" understanding owd la.s.s," was her husband"s tolerant comment. "Tha" does na know enow o" litterytoor to appreciate. Th"
female intylect is na strong at th" best, an" tha nivver wur more than ordinary. Get into it, Manny-ensis. It"s getten late, and I"m fain to hear more about th" mon Friday, an" how th" poor" chap managed."
Both reader and audience were so full of interest that Jud"s story was prolonged beyond the usual hour. But to the boy, this was a matter of small consequence. He had tramped the woods too often with Nib for a companion to feel fear at any time. He had slept under a hedge many a night from choice, and had enjoyed his slumber like a young vagabond, as he was.
He set out on this occasion in high good humor. There were no clouds to hide the stars; he had had an excellent supper, and he had enjoyed his evening. He trudged along cheerily, his enjoyment as yet unabated. The trees and hedges, half stripped of their leaves, were so suggestive of birds" nests, that now and then he stepped aside to examine them more closely. The nests might be there yet, though the birds had flown. Where throstles had built this year, it was just possible others might build again, and, at any rate, it was as well to know where their haunts had been. So, having objects enough to attract his attention, the boy did not find the way long. He was close upon the mine before he had time to feel fatigue possible, and, nearing the mine, he was drawn from his path again by a sudden remembrance brought up by the sight of a hedge surrounding a field near it.
"Theer wur a bird as built i" that hedge i" th" spring," he said. "She wur a new kind. I"d forgotten her. I meant to ha" watched her. I wonder if any other felly fun her. I"ll go an" see if th" nest is theer."
He crossed the road to the place where he fancied he had seen this treasure; but not being quite certain as to the exact spot, he found his search lengthened by this uncertainty.
"It wur here," he said to himself; "at least I thowt it wur. Some chap mun ha" fun it an" tuk it."
At this moment he paused, as if listening.
"What"s that theer?" he said. "Theer"s some one on th" other side o" th"
hedge."
He had been attracted by the sound of voices--men"s voices--the voices of men who were evidently crouching under the shadow of the hedge on the other side, and whose tones in a moment more reached him distinctly and were recognized.
The first was Dan Lowrie"s, and before he had heard him utter a dozen words, Jud dropped upon his knees and laid his hand warningly upon Nib"s neck. The dog p.r.i.c.ked his pointed ears and looked up at him restlessly.
All the self-control of his nature could scarcely help him to suppress a whine.
"Them as is feared to stand by Dan Lowrie," said the voice, with an oath, "let "em say so."
"Theer"s not a mon here as is feart," was the gruff answer.