"He kicked him fur nowt," he answered. "He"s allus at uther him or me.
He bust my kite, an" he cribbed my marvels, didn"t he?" appealing to the by-standers.
"Aye, he did. I seed him crib th" marvels my-sen. He wur mad "cos Jud wur winnen, and then he kicked Nib."
Jud bent down to pat Nib himself, not without a touch of pride in his manifold injuries, and the readiness with which they were attested.
"Aye," he said, "an" I did na set on him at first neyther. I nivver set on him till he punsed Nib. He may bust my kite, an" steal my marvels, an" he may ca" me ill names, but he shanna kick Nib. So theer!"
It was evident that Nib"s enemy was the transgressor. He was grievously in the minority. n.o.body seemed to side with him, and everybody seemed ready--when once the tongues were loosed--to say a word for Jud and "th" best tarrier i"Riggan." For a few minutes Anice could scarcely make herself heard.
"You are a good boy to take care of your dog," she said to Jud--"and though fighting is not a good thing, perhaps if I had been a boy,"
gravely deciding against moral suasion in one rapid glance at the enemy--"perhaps if I had been a boy, I would have fought myself. _You_ are a coward," she added, with incisive scorn to the other lad, who slinked sulkily out of sight.
"Owd Sammy Craddock," lounging at his window, clay pipe in hand, watched Anice as she walked away, and gave vent to his feelings in a shrewd chuckle.
"Eh! eh!" he commented; "so that"s th" owd parson"s la.s.s, is it? Wall, hoo may be o" th" same mate, but hoo is na o" th" same grain, I"ll warrant. Hoo"s a rare un, hoo is, fur a wench."
"Owd Sammy"s" amused chuckles, and exclamations of "Eh! hoo"s a rare un--that hoo is--fur a wench," at last drew his wife"s attention. The good woman pounced upon him sharply.
"Tha"rt an owd yommer-head," she said. "What art tha ramblin" about now?
Who is it as is siccan a rare un?"
Owd Sammy burst into a fresh chuckle, rubbing his knees with both hands.
"Why," said he, "I"ll warrant tha could na guess i" tha tried, but I"ll gi"e thee a try. Who dost tha think wur out i" th" street just now i"
th" thick of a foight among th" lads? I know thou"st nivver guess."
"Nay, happen I canna, an" I dunnot know as I care so much, neyther,"
testily.
"Why," slapping his knee, "th" owd parson"s la.s.s. A little wench not much higher nor thy waist, an" wi" a bit o" a face loike skim-milk, but steady and full o" pluck as an owd un."
"Nay now, tha dost na say so? What wor she doin" an" how did she come theer? Tha mun ha" been dreamin"!"
"Nowt o" th" soart. I seed her as plain as I see thee an" heerd ivvery word she said. Tha shouldst ha" seen her! Hoo med as if hoo"d lived wi" lads aw her days. Jud Bates and that young marplot o" Thorme"s wur feightin about Nib--at it tooth and nail--an" th" la.s.s sees "em, an"
marches into th" thick, an" sets "em to reets. Yo" should ha" seen her!
An" hoo tells Jud as he"s a good lad to tak" care o" his dog, an" hoo does na know but what hoo"d fowt hersen i" his place, an" hoo ca"s Jack Thorme a coward, an" turns her back on him, an" ends up wi" tellin" Jud to bring th" tarrier to th" Rectory to see her."
"Well," exclaimed Mrs. Craddock, "did yo" iwer hear th" loike!"
"I wish th" owd parson had seed her," chuckled her spouse irreverently.
"That soart is na i" his loine. He"d a waved his stick as if he"d been king and council i" one, an" rated "em fro" th" top round o" th" ladder.
He canna get down fro" his perch. Th" owd lad"ll stick theer till he gets a bit too heavy, an" then he"ll coom down wi" a crash, ladder an"
aw"--but th" la.s.s is a different mak"."
Sammy being an oracle among his a.s.sociates, new-comers usually pa.s.sed through his hands, and were condemned, or approved, by him. His pipe, and his criticisms upon society in general, provided him with occupation. Too old to fight and work, he was too shrewd to be ignored.
Where he could not make himself felt, he could make himself heard.
Accordingly, when he condescended to inform a select and confidential audience that the "owd parson"s la.s.s was a rare un, la.s.s as she was"--(the masculine opinion of Riggan on the subject of the weaker s.e.x was a rather disparaging one)--the chances of the Rector"s daughter began, so to speak, to "look up." If Sammy Craddock found virtue in the new-comer, it was possible such virtue might exist, at least in a negative form,--and open enmity was rendered unnecessary, and even impolitic. A faint interest began to be awakened. When Anice pa.s.sed through the streets, the slatternly, baby-laden women looked at her curiously, and in a manner not absolutely unfriendly. She might not be so bad after all, if she did have "Lunnon ways," and was smiled upon by Fortune. At any rate, she differed from the parson himself, which was in her favor.
CHAPTER V - Outside the Hedge
Deeply as Anice was interested in Joan, she left her to herself. She did not go to see her, and still more wisely, she managed to hush in her father any awakening tendency toward parochial visits. But from Grace and Fergus Derrick she heard much of her, and through Grace she contrived to convey work and help to Liz, and encouragement to her protectress. From what source the a.s.sistance came, Joan did not know, and she was not p.r.o.ne to ask questions.
"If she asks, tell her it is from a girl like herself," Anice had said, and Joan had accepted the explanation.
In a very short time from the date of their first acquaintance, Fergus Derrick"s position in the Barholm household had become established. He was the man to make friends and keep them. Mrs. Barholm grew fond of him; the Rector regarded him as an acquisition to their circle, and Anice was his firm friend. So, being free to come and go, he came and went, and found his unceremonious visits pleasant enough. On his arrival at Riggan, he had not antic.i.p.ated meeting with any such opportunities of enjoyment He had come to do hard work, and had expected a hard life, softened by few social graces. The work of opening the new mines was a heavy one, and was rendered additionally heavy and dangerous by unforeseen circ.u.mstances. A load of responsibility rested upon his shoulders, to which at times he felt himself barely equal, and which men of less tough fibre would have been glad to shift upon others.
Naturally, his daily cares made his hours of relaxation all the more pleasant Mrs. Barholm"s influence upon him was a gentle and soothing one, and in Anice he found a subtle inspiration. She seemed to understand his trials by instinct, and even the minutiae of his work made themselves curiously clear to her. As to the people who were under his control, she was never tired of hearing of them, and of studying their quaint, rough ways. To please her he stored up many a characteristic incident, and it was through him that she heard most frequently of Joan. She did not even see Joan for fully two months after her arrival in Riggan, and then it was Joan who came to her.
As the weather became more spring-like she was oftener out in the garden. She found a great deal to do among the flower-beds and shrubbery, and as this had always been considered her department, she took the management of affairs wholly into her own hands. The old place, which had been rather neglected in the time of the previous inhabitant, began to bloom out into fragrant luxuriance, and pa.s.sing Rigganites regarded it with admiring eyes. The colliers who had noticed her at the window in the colder weather, seeing her so frequently from a nearer point of view, felt themselves on more familiar terms. Some of them even took a sort of liking to her, and gave her an uncouth greeting as they went by; and, more than once, one or another of them had paused to ask for a flower or two, and had received them with a curious bashful awe, when they had been pa.s.sed over the holly hedge.
Having gone out one evening after dinner to gather flowers for the house, Anice, standing before a high lilac bush, and pulling its pale purple ta.s.sels, became suddenly conscious that some one was watching her--some one standing upon the roadside behind the holly hedge. She did not know that as she stopped here and there to fill her basket, she had been singing to herself in a low tone. Her voice had attracted the pa.s.ser-by.
This pa.s.ser-by--a tall pit girl with a handsome, resolute face--stood behind the dark green hedge, and watched her. Perhaps to this girl, weary with her day"s labor, grimed with coal-dust, it was not unlike standing outside paradise. Early in the year as it was, there were flowers enough in the beds, and among the shrubs, to make the spring air fresh with a faint, sweet odor. But here too was Anice in her soft white merino dress, with her basket of flowers, with the blue bells at her belt, and her half audible song. She struck Joan Lowrie with a new sense of beauty and purity. As she watched her she grew discontented--restless--sore at heart. She could not have told why, but she felt a certain anger against herself. She had had a hard day. Things had gone wrong at the pit"s mouth; things had gone wrong at home. It was hard for her strong nature to bear with Liz"s weakness. Her path was never smooth, but to-day it had been at its roughest. The little song fell upon her ear with strong pathos.
"She"s inside o" th" hedge," she said to herself in a dull voice. "I"m outside, theer"s th" difference. It a"most looks loike the hedge went aw" around an" she"d been born among th" flowers, and theer"s no way out for her--no more than theer"s a way in fur me."
Then it was that Anice turned round and saw her. Their eyes met, and, singularly enough, Anice"s first thought was that this was Joan.
Derrick"s description made her sure. There were not two such women in Riggan. She made her decision in a moment. She stepped across the gra.s.s to the hedge with a ready smile.
"You were looking at my flowers," she said. "Will you have some?"
Joan hesitated.
"I often give them to people," said Anice, taking a handful from the basket and offering them to her across the holly. "When the men come home from the mines they often ask me for two or three, and I think they like them even better than I do--though that is saying a great deal."
Joan held out her hand, and took the flowers, holding them awkwardly, but with tenderness.
"Oh, thank yo"," she said. "It"s kind o" yo" to gi" "em away."
"It"s a pleasure to me," said Anice, picking out a delicate pink hyacinth. "Here"s a hyacinth." Then as Joan took it their eyes met. "Are you Joan Lowrie?" asked the girl.
Joan lifted her head.
"Aye," she answered, "I"m Joan Lowrie."
"Ah," said Anice, "then I am very glad."
They stood on the same level from that moment. Something as indescribable as all else in her manner, had done for Anice just what she had simply and seriously desired to do. Proud and stubborn as her nature was, Joan was subdued. The girl"s air and speech were like her song. She stood inside the hedge still, in her white dress, among the flowers, looking just as much as if she had been born there as ever, but some fine part of her had crossed the boundary.
"Ah! then I am glad of that," she said.
"Yo" are very good to say as much," she answered, "but I dunnot know as I quite understand--"
Anice drew a little nearer.