"Why, yo bin fightin! Yo"re all ower blood! Yo bin fightin, and I"ll bet a thousand pund yo draw"d in Louie too. And _sperrits_! Why, yo _smell_ o" sperrits! Yo"re jes _reekin_ wi "em! Wal, upon my word!"--and Hannah drew herself back, flinging every slow word in his face like a blow. "Yo feature your mither, yo do, boath on you, pretty close. I allus said it ud coom out i" yo too. Prayer-meetin! Yo yoong hypocrite! Gang your ways! Yo may sleep i" th" stable; it"s good enough liggin for yo this neet."
And before he had taken in her words she had slammed the door in his face, and locked it. He made a feeble rush for it in vain.
Hannah marched back into the kitchen, listening instinctively first to him left outside, and then for any sound there might be from upstairs. In a minute or two she heard uneven steps going away; but there was no movement in the room overhead. Louie was sleeping heavily. As for Hannah, she sat down again with a fierce decision of gesture, which seemed to vibrate through the kitchen and all it held. Who could find fault with her? It would be a lesson to him.
It was not a cold night, and there was straw in the stable--a deal better lying than such a boy deserved. As she thought of his "religious" turn she shrugged her shoulders with a bitter scorn.
The night wore on in the high Kinder valley. The stormy wind and rain beat in great waves of sound and flood against the breast of the mountain; the Kinder stream and the Red Brook danced under the heavy drops. The grouse lay close and silent in the sheltering heather; even the owls in the lower woods made no sound. Still, the night was not perfectly dark, for towards midnight a watery moon rose, and showed itself at intervals between the pelting showers.
In the Dawsons" little cottage on Frimley Moor there were still lights showing when that pale moon appeared. Margaret was watching late. She and another woman sat by the fire talking under their breaths. A kettle was beside her with a long spout, which sent the steam far into the room, keeping the air of it moist and warm for the poor bronchitic old man who lay close-curtained from the draughts on the wooden bed in the corner.
The kettle sang, the fire crackled, and the wind shook the windows and doors. But suddenly, through the other sounds, Margaret was aware of an intermittent knocking--a low, hesitating sound, as of some one outside afraid, and yet eager, to make himself heard.
She started up, and her companion--a homely neighbour, one of those persons whose goodness had, perhaps, helped to shape poor Margaret"s philosophy of life--looked round with a scared expression.
"Whoiver can it be, this time o" neet?" said Margaret--and she looked at the old clock--"why, it"s close on middle-neet!"
She hesitated a moment, then she went to the door, and bent her mouth to the c.h.i.n.k--
"Who are yo? What d" yo want?" she asked, in a distinct but low voice, so as not to disturb "Lias.
No answer for a minute. Then her ear caught some words from outside. With an exclamation she unlocked the door and threw it open.
"Davy! Davy!" she cried, almost forgetting her patient.
The boy clung to the lintel without a word.
"Coom your ways in!" she said peremptorily, catching him by the sleeve. "We conno ha no draughts on th" owd man."
And she drew him into the light, and shut the door. Then as the shaded candle and firelight fell on the tall lad, wavering now to this side, now to that, as though unable to support himself, his clothes dripping on the flags, his face deadly white, save for the smears of blood upon it, the two women fell back in terror.
"Will yo gie me shelter?" said the boy, hoa.r.s.ely; "I bin lying hours i" th" wet. Aunt Hannah turned me out."
Margaret came close to him and looked him all over.
"What for did she turn yo out, Davy?"
"I wor late. I"d been fightin Jim Wigson, an she smelt me o" drink."
And suddenly the lad sank down on a stool near, and laid his head in his hands, as though he could hold it up no longer. Margaret"s blanched old face melted all in a minute.
"Howd "un up quick!" she said to her companion, still in a whisper.
"He hanno got a dry thread on--and luke at that cut on his yed--why, he"ll be laid up for weeks, maybe, for this. Get his cloos off, an we"ll put him on my bed then."
And between them they dragged him up, and Margaret began to strip off his jacket. As they held him--David surrendering himself pa.s.sively--the curtain of the bed was drawn back, and "Lias, raising himself on an elbow, looked out into the room. As he caught sight of the group of the boy and the two women, arrested in their task by the movement of the curtain, the old man"s face expressed, first a weak and agitated bewilderment, and then in an instant it cleared.
His dream wove the sight into itself, and "Lias knew all about it.
His thin long features, with the white hair hanging about them, took an indulgent amused look.
"_Bony_--eh, Bony, is that _yo_, man? Eh, but yo"re cold an pinched, loike! A gude gla.s.s o" English grog ud not come amiss to yo. An your coat, an your boots--what is "t drippin? _Snaw?
_ Yo make a man"s backbane freeze t" see yo. An there"s hot wark behind yo, too. Moscow might ha warmed yo, I"m thinkin, an--"
But the weak husky voice gave way, and "Lias fell back, still holding the curtain, though, in his emaciated hand, and straining his dim eyes on David. Margaret, with tears, ran to him, tried to quiet him and to shut out the light from him again. But he pushed her irritably aside.
"No, Margaret,--doan"t intrude. What d" yo know about it? Yo know nowt, Margaret. When did yo iver heer o" the Moscow campaign? Let me be, woan"t yo?"
But perceiving that he would not be quieted, she turned him on his pillows, so that he could see the boy at his ease.
"He"s bin out i" th" wet, "Lias dear, has Davy," she said; "and it"s n.o.bbut a clashy night. We mun gie him summat hot, and a place to sleep in."
But the old man did not listen to her. He lay looking at David, his pale blue eyes weirdly visible in his haggard face, muttering to himself. He was still tramping in the snow with the French army.
Then, suddenly, for the first time, he seemed troubled. He stared up at the pale miserable boy who stood looking at him with trembling lips. His own face began to work painfully, his dream struggled with recognition.
Margaret drew David quickly away. She hurried him into the further corner of the cottage, where he was out of sight of the bed. There she quickly stripped him of his wet garments, as any mother might have done, found an old flannel shirt of "Lias"s for him, and, wrapping him close in a blanket, she made him lie down on her own bed, he being now much too weak to realise what was done with him.
Then she got an empty bottle, filled it from the kettle, and put it to his feet; and finally she brought a bowlful of warm water and a bit of towel, and, sitting down by him, she washed the blood and dirt away from his face and hand, and smoothed down the tangled black hair. She, too, noticed the smell of spirits, and shook her head over it; but her motherliness grew with every act of service, and when she had made him warm and comfortable, and he was dropping into the dead sleep of exhaustion, she drew her old hand tenderly across his brow.
"He do feature yan o" my own lads so as he lies theer," she said tremulously to her friend at the fire, as though explaining herself. "When they"d coom home late fro wark, I"d use to hull "em up so mony a time. Ay, I"d been woonderin what had coom to th" boy.
I thowt he"d been goin wrang soomhow, or he"d ha coom aw these weeks to see "Lias an me. It"s a poor sort o" family he"s got. That Hannah Grieve"s a hard un, I"ll uphowd yo. Theer"s a deal o" her fault in "t, yo may mak sure."
Then she went to give "Lias some brandy--he lived on little else now. He dropped asleep again, and, coming back to the hearth, she consented to lie down before it while her friend watched. Her failing frame was worn out with nursing and want of rest, and she was soon asleep.
When Davy awoke the room was full of a chill daylight. As he moved he felt himself stiff all over. The sensation brought back memory, and the boy"s whole being seemed to shrink together. He burrowed first under his coverings out of the light, then suddenly he sat up in bed, in the shadow of the little staircase--or rather ladder--which led to the upper story, and looked about him.
The good woman who had shared Margaret"s watch was gone back to her own home and children. Margaret had made up the fire, tidied the room, and, at "Lias"s request, drawn up the blinds. She had just given him some beef-tea and brandy, sponged his face, and lifted him on his pillows. There seemed to be a revival of life in the old man, death was for the moment driven back; and Margaret hung over him in an ecstasy, the two crooning together. David could see her thin bent figure--the sharpened delicacy of the emaciated face set in the rusty black net cap which was tied under the chin, and fell in soft frills on the still brown and silky hair. He saw her weaver"s hand folded round "Lias"s, and he could hear "Lias speaking in a weak thread of a voice, but still sanely and rationally. It gave him a start to catch some of the words--he had been so long accustomed to the visionary "Lias.
"Have yo rested, Margaret?"
"Ay, dear love, three hours an moor. Betsy James wor here; she saw yo wanted for nowt. She"s a gude creetur, ain"t she, "Lias?"
"Ay, but noan so good as my Margaret," said the old man, looking at her wistfully." But yo"ll wear yorsel down, Margaret; "yo"ve had no rest for neets. Yo"re allus toilin" and moilin", an I"m no worth it, Margaret."
The tears gushed to the wife"s eyes. It was only with the nearness of death that "Lias seemed to have found out his debt to her. To both, her lifelong service had been the natural offering of the lower to the higher; she had not been used to grat.i.tude, and she could not bear it.
"Dear heart! dear love!" David heard her say; and then there came to his half-reluctant ear caresses such as a mother gives her child. He laid his head on his knees, trying to shut them out. He wished with a pa.s.sionate and bitter regret that he had not been so many weeks without coming near these two people; and now "Lias was going fast, and after to-day he would see them both no more--for ever?
Margaret heard him moving, and nodded back to him over her shoulder.
"Yo"ve slept well, Davy,--better nor I thowt yo would. Your cloos are by yo--atwixt yo an t"stairs."
And there he found them, dry and brushed. He dressed hastily and came forward to the fire. "Lias recognised him feebly, Margaret watching anxiously to see whether his fancies would take him again.
In this tension of death and parting his visions had become almost more than she could bear. But "Lias lay quiet.
"Davy wor caught i" th" rain, and I gave him a bed," she explained again, and the old man nodded without a word.
Then as she prepared him a bowl of oatmeal she stood by the fire giving the boy motherly advice. He must go back home, of course, and never mind Hannah; there would come a time when he would get his chance like other people; and he mustn"t drink, for, "i" th"
first place, drink wor a sad waste o" good wits," and David"s were "better"n most;" and in the second, "it wor a sin agen the Lord."
David sat with his head drooped in his hand apparently listening.
In reality, her gentle babble pa.s.sed over him almost unheeded. He was aching in mind and body; his strong youth, indeed, had but just saved him from complete physical collapse; for he had lain an indefinite time on the soaking moor, till misery and despair had driven him to Margaret"s door. But his moral equilibrium was beginning to return, in virtue of a certain resolution, the one thing which now stood between him and the black gulf of the night.
He ate his porridge and then he got up.