"In truth, there"s not a kind-hearted young giant alive this day. Many a little bounty that I, through the piety and liberality of the charitable, am enabled to distribute among my poor, and often send to them with Mat; and I believe there"s scarcely an instance of the kind in which he is the bearer of it, that he doesn"t shed tears just as he did with Widow Magowran. Sure I have it from his own lips."
"I have little doubt of it," replied the stranger.
"And one day," proceeded the credulous, easy man, "that I was going along the Race-road, I overtook him with a creel of turf, the same way, on his back, and when I looked down from my horse into the creel, I saw with astonishment that it wasn"t more than half full. "Mat," said I, "what"s the raison of this? Didn"t I desire you to fill the creel to the top, and above it?"
""Troth," said poor Mat, "I never carried such a creelful in my life as it was when I left home."
""But what has become of the turf, then?" I asked.
"He gave me a look and almost began to cry--"Arra now, your reverence,"
he replied, "how could you expict me to have the heart to refuse a few sods to the great number of poor creatures that axed me for them, to boil their pratees, as I came along? I hope, your reverence, I am not so hard-hearted as all that comes to.""
"I know," proceeded the priest, "that it was wrong not to bring the turf to its destination; but, you see, sir, it was only an error of judgment--although the head was wrong, the heart was right--and that"s a great point."
It was not in human nature, however, to feel annoyed at this characteristic ebullition. The stranger"s chagrin at once disappeared, and as he was in no particular hurry, and wished to see as much of the priest as possible, he resolved to give him his own way.
He had not long to wait, however. After about a minute"s deep thought, he expressed himself as follows--and it may be observed here, once for all, that on appropriate occasions his conversation could rise and adapt itself to the dignity of the subject, with a great deal of easy power, if not of eloquence--"Now, sir," said he, "you will plaise to pay attention to what I am about to say: Beware of Sir Thomas Gourlay--as a Christian man, it is my duty to put you on your guard; but consider that you ask me to involve myself in a matter of deep family interest and importance, and yet, as I said, you keep yourself wrapped, up in a veil of impenetrable mystery. Pray, allow me to ask, is Mr. Birney acquainted with your name and secret?"
"He is," replied the other, "with both"
"Then, in that case," said the worthy priest, with very commendable prudence, "I will walk over with you to his house, and if he a.s.sures me personally that you are a gentleman in whose objects I may and ought to feel an interest, I then say, that I shall do what I can for you, although that may not be much. Perhaps I may put you in a proper train to succeed. I will, with these conditions, give you a letter to an old man in Dublin, who may give you, on this very subject, more information than any other person I know, with one exception."
"My dear sir," replied the stranger, getting on his legs--"I am quite satisfied with that proposal, and I feel that it is very kind of you to make it."
"Yes, but you won"t go," said the priest, "till you take some refreshment. It"s now past two o"clock."
"I am much obliged to you," replied the other, "but I never lunch."
"Not a foot you"ll stir then till you take something--I don"t want you to lunch--a bit and a sup just--come, don"t refuse now, for I say you must."
The other smiled, and replied--"But, I a.s.sure you, my dear sir, I couldn"t--I breakfasted late."
"Not a matter for that, you must have something, I say--a drop of dram then--pure poteen--or maybe you"d prefer a gla.s.s of wine? say which; for you must taste either the one or the other"--and as he spoke, with a good-humored laugh, he deliberately locked the door, and put the key in his pocket--"It"s an old proverb," he added, "that those who won"t take are never ready to give, and I"ll think you after all but a poor-hearted creature if you refuse it. At any rate, consider yourself a prisoner until you comply."
"Well, then," replied our strange friend, still smiling, "since your hospitality will force me, at the expense of my liberty, I think I must--a gla.s.s of sherry then, since you are so kind."
"Ah," replied his reverence, "I see you don"t know what"s good--that"s the stuff," he added, pointing to the poteen, "that would send the radical heat to the very ends of your nails--I never take more than a single tumbler after my dinner, but that"s my choice."
The stranger then joined him in a gla.s.s of sherry, and they proceeded to Mr. Birney"s.
CHAPTER XII. Crackenfudge Outwitted by Fenton
--The Baronet, Enraged at His Daughter"s Firmness, strikes Her.
Crackenfudge, who was completely on the alert to ascertain if possible the name of the stranger, and the nature of his business in Ballytrain, learned that Fenton and he had had three or four private interviews, and he considered it very likely that if he could throw himself in that wild young fellow"s way, without any appearance of design, he might be able to extract something concerning the other out of him. In the course, then, of three or four days after that detailed in our last chapter, and we mention this particularly, because Father M"Mahon was obliged to write to Dublin, in order to make inquiries touching the old man"s residence to whom he had undertaken to give the stranger a letter--in the course, we say, of three or four days after that on which the worthy priest appears in our pages, it occurred that Crackenfudge met the redoubtable Fenton in his usual maudlin state, that is to say, one in which he could be termed neither drunk nor sober. We have said that Fenton"s mind was changeful and unstable; sometimes evincing extraordinary quietness and civility, and sometimes full of rant and swagger, to which we may add, a good deal of adroitness and tact. In his most degraded state he was always known to claim a certain amount of respect, and would scarcely hold conversation with any one who would not call him Mr. Fenton.
On meeting Fenton, the worthy candidate for the magistracy, observing the condition he was in, which indeed was his usual one, took it for granted that his chance was good. He accordingly addressed him as follows:
"Fenton," said he, "what"s the news in town?"
"To whom do you speak, sirra?" replied Fenton, indignantly. "Take off your hat, sir, whenever you address a gentleman."
"Every one knows you"re a gentleman, Mr. Fenton," replied Crackenfudge; "and as for me, a"d be sorry to address you as anything else."
"I"m sorry I can"t return the compliment, then," said Fenton; "everyone knows you"re anything but a gentleman, and that"s the difference between us. What piece of knavery have you on the anvil now, my worthy embryo magistrate?"
"You"re severe this morning, Mr. Fenton; a" don"t think a" ever deserved that at your hands. But come, Mr. Fenton, let us be on good terms. A"
acknowledge you are a gentleman, Mr. Fenton."
"Take care," replied Fenton, "and don"t overdo the thing neither.
Whether is it the knave or fool predominates in you to-day, Mr.
Crackenfudge?"
"A" hope a"m neither the one nor the other," replied the embryo magistrate. "A" hope a"m not, Mr. Fenton."
"I believe, however, you happen to be both," said Fenton; "that"s a fact as well known, my good fellow, as the public stocks there below; and if Madam Fame reports aright, it"s a pity you should be long out of them.
Avaunt, you upstart! Before the close of your life, you will die with as many aliases as e"er a thief that ever swung from a gallows, and will deserve the swing, too, better than the thief."
"A" had a right to change my name," replied the other, "when a" got into property. A" was ashamed of my friends, because there"s a great many of them poor."
"Invert the tables, you misbegotten son of an elve," replied Fenton; ""tis they that are ashamed of you; there is not one among the humblest of them but would blush to name you. So you did not uncover, as I desired you; but be it so. You wish to let me, sir, who am a gentleman, know, and to force me to say, that there is a knave under your hat.
But come, Mr. Crackenfudge," he continued, at once, and by some unaccountable impulse, changing his manner, "come, my friend Crackenfudge, you must overlook my satire. Thersites" mood has past, and now for benevolence and friendship. Give us your honest hand, and bear not malice against your friend and neighbor."
"You must have your own way, Mr. Fenton," said Crackenfudge, smiling, or a.s.suming a smile, and still steady as a sleuthhound to his purpose.
"Where now are you bound for, oh, benevolent and humane Crackenfudge?"
"A" was jist thinking of asking this strange fellow--"
"Right, O Crackenfudgius! that impostor is a fellow; or if you prefer the reverse of the proposition, that fellow is an impostor. I have found him out."
"A" hard," replied Crackenfudge, "that he and you were on rather intimate terms, and--"
"And so as being my companion, you considered him a fellow! Proceed, Crackenfudgius."
"No, not at all; a" was thinkin" of makin" his acquaintance, and paying some attention to him; that is, if a" could know who and what he is."
"And thou shalt know, my worthy mock magistrate. I am in a communicative humor to-day, and know thou shalt."
"And what may his name be, pray, Mr. Fenton?" with a peculiar emphasis on the Mr.
"Caution," said Fenton; "don"t overdo the thing, I say, otherwise I am silent as the grave. Heigh-ho! what put that in my head? Well, sir, you shall know all you wish to know. In the first place, as to his name--it is Harry Hedles. He was clerk to a toothbrush-maker in London, but it seems he made a little too free with a portion of the brush money: he accordingly brushed off to our celebrated Irish metropolis, ycleped Dublin, where, owing to a tolerably good manner, a smooth English accent, and a tremendous stock of a.s.surance, he insinuated himself into several respectable families as a man of some importance. Among others, it is said that he has engaged the affections of a beautiful creature, daughter and heiress to an Irish baronet, and that they are betrothed to each other. But as to the name or residence of the baronet, O Crackenfudgius, I am not in a condition to inform you--for this good reason, that I don"t know either myself."
"But is it a fair question, Mr. Fenton, to ask how you became acquainted with all this?"