In fact, the experiment appeared so successful, the boys so happy, that the demon of self-complacency entered into me on my return to headquarters, and I determined to send Mungal and Bungal to school, and so differentiate them by their intellects. It was a disastrous experiment, both to the clothes in which I had to dress them, and to the peace of the compound; but it proved one thing, that neither Mungal nor Bungal had any apt.i.tude for learning the alphabet. Then, as the recognised way of reclaiming the predatory tribes is to make them tillers of the soil, I set my boys to work weeding in the garden. It was a large garden, full of blossoming shrubs and shady fruiting trees, where the squirrels loved to chatter, the birds to sing, and I to watch them both. Within a fortnight neither fur nor feather was to be seen anywhere. On the other hand, Mungal, Bungal, and Co. had killed five cobras, two iguanas, and some dozens of c.o.c.kroaches, rats, and mice--all of which they had eaten. It was when, failing other game, a pet parrot of the _khansaman"s_ house disappeared, that I solemnly thrashed both boys myself, after giving them a moral lecture on cruelty to animals. The next morning the bird"s cage contained a new and most highly-educated parrot,--which must have been stolen from some one,-- and when I went out into the verandah, I found a whole family of young squirrels, and two bul-buls with their wings cut, dotted about the flower stands. One of the culprits was evidently bent on rest.i.tution and amendment. Perhaps both; that was the worst of it. One never could tell; for in speech they both clung to virtue and disclaimed vice. My Commissioner"s wife, who lived next door, and was a very philanthropic woman, told me she thought they needed female influence to soften and subdue their wild nature; so they used to be sent over to her twice a week. She found them quite affable, until the _khitmutghar_ accused one of them of sampling the lunch which had been set down on the verandah steps on its way to the cook-room. Then, instead of beating them, she locked them up without food for twenty-four hours, and begged me to continue the like discipline whenever the offence was repeated. Hunger, she said, had a gentle and humanising influence on all wild animals, who might thus be brought to eat from the hand of authority. So it seemed; for one night the lady"s pet Persian kitten disappeared mysteriously from her room. I tried to persuade myself it could not be the boys, because "cat is heating to the blood," etc., etc.; but I knew they had been hungry, and that game was scarce in both gardens. And, sure enough, the police in searching their hut found some gnawed bones, poor p.u.s.s.y"s white skin neatly stretched on a board to dry, and, of course, both the boys. They always were found together. This time they attempted excuse, the one for the other. Mungal or Bungal had been hungry; must have been hungry, or he would not have eaten cat, seeing that cat, etc., etc. So they were sentenced judicially to so many stripes apiece, and I resolved on sending them back to the walled village as incurable.
"It is a good word, indeed," said the old _khansaman_ pompously. "Thus the _Huzoor"s_ compound will be free from all kinds of vermin; for, as I live, the boy hath killed a snake in his Honour"s henhouse every night, save the last; and that, methinks, is because there are no more to kill."
"The boy? which boy?" I asked, suddenly curious. Then it came out that every one in the place knew that either "Yeh" or "Dusra" had been locked up in the hen-house from dusk till dawn every night for a week or more, because some vermin was carrying off the chickens. Locked up from daylight to daylight! without a possibility of cat_icide_. The fact revived all my old curiosity, all my old determination to differentiate these boys. I shall not easily forget the Deputy Inspector"s face of incredulous horror when I told him that Mungal-Bungal was to remain for another trial. Even the Commissioner"s wife told me she thought it conceited on my part, seeing that female influence had failed so signally.
And, as a matter of fact, I gained nothing in the end by my perseverance.
The nights were growing warm, so I slept with the doors open; secure, however, so I deemed, from fear of any kind by reason of the mastiff which was chained in the verandah,--a most ferocious beast to all save his friends. They were moonless nights, too, dark as pitch in the central room, where I slept in order to enjoy the full current of air.
Hopelessly dark for the eyes as I woke one night to the touch of a small flexible hand on mine.
"Hullo! who are you?" I cried in the half-drowsy alertness which comes with a sudden decisive awakening.
"_Huzoor, main Bowriah hone_."
I seem to hear the answer as I write--confident, contented, cheerful.
And then my attention shifted absolutely to a streak of light glimmering under the closed door of my office. Thieves! thieves in the house! I was among them in an instant, getting a glimpse of dark figures at my cash box before the light was put out. One oily body slipped from my hold, another fled past me. But my shouts had roused the sleeping servants, and, as the cressets came flickering up like stars from the huts, I heard the well-known cry, "_Bowriah logue!
Bowriah logue_." And then, of course, in the centre of the posse of indignant retainers I saw Mungal-Bungal led by the ears, caught in the very act of running away in the rear of those adult members of their tribe whose accomplices they had been; for the mastiff was dead--brutally, skilfully strangled by some fiend of a friend whom the poor dog had trusted to slip a noose round its neck.
One of those two, of course; who else could it have been?
But then that small warning hand on mine! That answer I knew so well:--
"_Huzoor! main Bowriah hone_."
Great G.o.d! what a tragedy lay in these words!
I was too sick at heart to question those infant Samuels again; I knew the double-barrelled denial too well. However, as I had been roused in time to prevent actual theft, I managed to hush the matter up by promising the Deputy Inspector to send the boys back to their village without further delay, there to await due registration as adult male members of a predatory tribe, and thus gain the privilege of being within the cognizance of the police. I think my decision gave satisfaction to every one concerned, except myself, for as I watched Mungal-Bungal go from my gate in charge of the constable who was to conduct it back to the hereditary place in life to which it had, apparently, pleased G.o.d to call the firm, I knew that if one-half was already a habitual criminal, the other half was an embryo saint.
The question remains--which?
MUSSUMaT KIRPO"S DOLL.
They had gathered all the schools into the Mission House compound, and set them out in companies on the bare ground like seedlings in a bed,--a perfect garden of girls, from five to fifteen, arrayed in rainbow hues; some of them in their wedding dresses of scarlet, most of them bedecked with the family jewelry, and even the shabbiest boasting a row or two of tinsel on bodice or veil.
And down the walks, drawn with mathematical accuracy between these hotbeds of learning, a few English ladies with eager, kindly faces, trotting up and down, conferring excitedly with portly native Christian Bible-women, and pausing occasionally to encourage some young offshoot of the Tree of Knowledge--uncertain either of its own roots or of the soil it grew in--by directing its attention to the tables set out with toys which stood under a group of date-palms and oranges. Behind these tables sat in a semicircle more of those eager, kindly foreign faces, not confined here to one s.e.x, but in fair proportion male and female; yet, bearded like the pard or feminine to a fault, all with the same expression, the same universal kindly benevolence towards the horticultural exhibition spread out before their eyes.
At the table, pale or flushed with sheer good feeling, two or three of the chief Mission ladies, and between them, with a mundane, married look about her, contrasting strongly with her surroundings, the Commissioner"s wife, about to give away the prizes. A kindly face also, despite its half-bewildered look, as one after another of the seedlings comes up to receive the reward of merit. One after another solemnly, for dotted here and there behind the screen of walls and bushes squats many a critical mother, determined that her particular plant shall receive its fair share of watering, or cease to be part of the harvest necessary for a good report. The Commissioner"s wife has half-a-dozen children of her own, and prides herself on understanding them; but these bairns are a race apart. She neither comprehends them, nor the fluent, scholastic Hindustani with which her flushed, excited countrywomen introduce each claimant to her notice. Still she smiles, and says, "_Bohut uchcha_" (very good), and nods as if she did. In a vague way she is relieved when the books are finished and she begins upon the dolls. There is something familiar and cosmopolitan in the gloating desire of the large dark eyes, and the possessive clutch of the small hands over the treasure.
"Standard I. Mussumat[27] Kirpo," reads out the secretary, and a tall girl of about fifteen comes forward. A sort of annoyed surprise pa.s.ses among the ladies in quick whispers. Clearly, a j.a.panese baby-doll with a large bald head is not the correct thing here; but it is so difficult, so almost impossible with hundreds of girls who attend school so irregularly, and really Julia Smith might have explained!
This the lady in question proceeds to do almost tearfully, until she is cut short by superior decision.
"Well, we must give it her now as there isn"t anything else for her.
So, dear Mrs. Gordon, if you please! Of course, as a rule, we always draw the line about dolls when a girl is married. Sometimes it seems a little hard, for they are so small, you know; still it is best to have a rule; all these tiny trifles help to emphasise our views on the child-marriage question. But if you will be kind enough in this case--just to avoid confusion--we will rectify the mistake to-morrow."
Mussumat Kirpo took her doll stolidly;--a sickly, stupid-looking girl, limping as she walked dully, stolidly back to her place.
"_Ari!_" giggled the women behind the bushes. "That"s all she is likely to get in that way. Lo! they made a bad bargain in brides in Gungo"s house, and no mistake. But "twas ill luck, not ill management; for they tell me Kirpo was straight and sound when she was betrothed. May the G.o.ds keep my daughters-in-law healthy and handsome."
Then they forgot the joke in tender delight over more suitable gifts to the others; and so the great day pa.s.sed to its ending.
"I do believe poor Kirpo"s getting that doll was the only _contretemps_," said the superintendent triumphantly, "and that, dear Julia, you can easily remedy to-morrow, so don"t fret about it."
With this intention Julia Smith went down at the first opportunity to her school in the slums of the city. A general air of slackness pervaded the upstairs room, where only a row of little mites sat whispering to each other, while their mistress, full of yawns and stretchings, talked over the events of yesterday with her monitor.
Briefly, if the Miss-_sahib_ thought she was going to slave as she had done for the past year for a paltry eight yards of _sussi_-trousering, which would not be enough to cut into the "fa.s.sen "--why, the Miss-_sahib_ was mistaken. And then with the well-known footfall on the stairs came smiles and flattery. But Kirpo was not at school. Why should she be, seeing that she was a paper-pupil and the prize giving was over? If the Miss-_sahib_ wanted to see her, she had better go round to Gungo"s house in the heart of the Hindu quarter. So Julia Smith set off again to thread her way through the byeways, till she reached the mud steps and closed door which belonged to Kuniya, the head-man of the comb-makers. This ownership had much to do with the English lady"s patience in regard to Kirpo who, to tell truth, had been learning the alphabet for five years. But the girl"s father-in-law was a man of influence, and Julia"s gentle, proselytising eyes cast glances of longing on every house where she had not as yet found entrance.
Hence her reluctance to quarrel definitely with her pupil, or rather her pupil"s belongings, since poor Kirpo did not count for much in that bustling Hindu household. But for the fact that she was useful at the trade and as a general drudge, _Mai_ Gungo would long ago have found some excuse for sending the girl, who had so wofully disappointed all expectations, back to her people,--those people who had taken the wedding gifts and given a half-crippled, half-silly bride in exchange.
Unparalleled effrontery and wickedness, to be avenged on the only head within reach.
"She wants none of your dolls or your books," shrilled _Mai_ Gungo, who was in a bad temper; "they aren"t worth anything, and I expected nothing less than a suit of clothes, or a new veil at least, else would I never have sent her from the comb-making to waste her time. Lo!
Miss-_sahib_," here the voice changed to a whine, "we are poor folk, and she costs to feed--she who will never do her duty as a wife. Yet must not Kuniya"s son remain sonless; thus is there the expense of another wife in the future."
So the complaints went on, while Kirpo, in full hearing, sat filing away at the combs without a flicker of expression on her face.
But when Julia had settled the business with eight annas from her private pocket, and was once more picking her way through the drain-like alley, she heard limping steps behind her. It was Kirpo and the j.a.panese doll.
"The Miss-_sahib_ has forgotten it," she said stolidly. Julia Smith stood in the sunlight, utterly unmindful of a turgid stream of concentrated filth which at that moment came sweeping along the gutter. Her gentle, womanly eyes saw something she recognised in the child-like, yet unchild-like face looking into hers.
"Would you like to keep it, dear?" she asked gently. Kirpo nodded her head.
"She needn"t know," she explained. "I could keep it in the cow-shed, and they will sell the book you left for me. They would sell this too.
That is why I brought it back."
This admixture of cunning rather dashed poor Julia"s pity; but in the end Kirpo went back to her work with the j.a.panese doll carefully concealed in her veil, and for the next year Julia Smith never caught sight of it again. Things went on as if it had not been in that straggling Hindu house, with its big courtyard and dark slips of rooms.
Perhaps Kirpo got up at night to play with it; perhaps she never played with it at all, but, having wrapped it in a napkin and buried it away somewhere, was content in its possession like the man with his one talent; for this miserliness belongs, as a rule, to those who have few things, not many. Once or twice, when Julia Smith found the opportunity, she would ask after the doll"s welfare. Then Kirpo would nod her head mysteriously; but this was not often, for, by degrees, Julia"s visits to the house and Kirpo"s to the schools became less frequent. The former, because _Mai_ Gungo"s claims grew intolerable, and the Mission lady had found firm footing in less rapacious houses.
The latter, because to _Mai_ Gungo"s somewhat grudging relief her daughter-in-law, after nearly four years of married life, seemed disposed to save the family from the expense of another bride by presenting it with a child. Nothing, of course, could alter the fact of the girl"s ugliness and stupidity and lameness; still, if she did her duty in this one point _Mai_ Gungo could put up with her, especially as she really did very well at the combs. She was not worked quite so hard now, since that might affect the future promise. Perhaps this gave Kirpo more time to play with the j.a.panese doll, perhaps it did not.
Outwardly, at any rate, life went on in the courtyard as though no such thing existed.
"She may die, the crippled ones often do," said the gossips, scarcely lowering their voices; "but it will be a great saving, _Mai_ Gungo, if the grandson comes without another daughter-in-law; they quarrel so.
Besides, it is in G.o.d"s hands. May He preserve both to you." _Mai_ Gungo echoed the wish, with the reservation that if the whole wish was impossible, the child at least might not suffer. Kirpo herself understood the position perfectly, and felt dimly that if she could do her duty she would be quite content to give up the comb-making once and for all. It was niggly, cramping work to sit with your crippled legs tucked under you, filing away at the hard wood all day long, while mother-in-law bustled about, scolding away in her shrill voice. It had been much greater fun at the school; and as for the prize-giving days!
Kirpo had four of those red-letter glimpses of the world to recollect, but she always gave the palm of pleasure to the last, when they had laughed at her and the j.a.panese doll. Perhaps because she remembered it best; for, as has been said, poor Kirpo"s was not a brilliant intellect.
So just about the time when the Mission House was once more buying large consignments of dolls and books, and laying in yards on yards of _sussi_-trousering and Manchester veiling against another prize-giving, the mistress of the little school-room up two pair of stairs said to Julia Smith,
"Kirpo had a son last week. _Mai_ Gungo hath given offerings galore."
"And Kirpo herself?"
"She ails, they say; but that is likely. The hour of danger is over."
That same afternoon Julia Smith once more picked her way along the gutters to the mud steps and closed door of Kuniya"s house. Kirpo was lying alone on a bed in the shadow of a gra.s.s thatch.
"And where is the baby?" asked Julia, cheerfully.
"Mother-in-law hath it. "Tis a son--doubtless the Miss hath heard so."
There was the oddest mixture of pride and regret in the girl"s dull face.