"What!" cried Spring. "You saw the fight?"
"Every round of it! By George! to think that I should have lived to have had such a fight all to myself! Oh, but it was grand," he cried, in a frenzy of delight, "to see his lordship go down like a pithed ox and her ladyship clapping her hands behind the bush! I guessed there was something in the wind, and I followed you all the way. When you stopped, I tethered little Ginger in a grove, and I crept after you through the wood. It"s as well I did, for the whole parish was up!"
But Tom Spring was sitting gazing at him in blank amazement.
"His lordship!" he gasped.
"No less, my boy. Lord Falconbridge, Chairman of the Bench, Deputy Lieutenant of the County, Peer of the Realm--that"s your man."
"Good Lord!"
"And you didn"t know? It"s as well, for maybe you wouldn"t have whacked it in as hard if you had; and, mind you, if you hadn"t, he"d have beat you. There"s not a man in this county could stand up to him. He takes the poachers and gipsies two and three at a time. He"s the terror of the place. But you did him--did him fair. Oh, man, it was fine!"
Tom Spring was too much dazed by what he heard to do more than sit and wonder. It was not until he had got back to the comforts of the inn, and after a bath had partaken of a solid meal, that he sent for Mr. Cordery the landlord. To him he confided the whole train of events which had led up to his remarkable experience, and he begged him to throw such light as he could upon it. Cordery listened with keen interest and many chuckles to the story. Finally he left the room and returned with a frayed newspaper in his hand, which he smoothed out upon his knee.
"It"s the _Pantiles Gazette_, Mr. Spring, as gossiping a rag as ever was printed. I expect there will be a fine column in it if ever it gets its prying nose into this day"s doings. However, we are mum and her ladyship is mum, and, my word! his lordship is mum, though he did, in his pa.s.sion, raise the hue and cry on you. Here it is, Mr. Spring, and I"ll read it to you while you smoke your pipe. It"s dated July of last year, and it goes like this--
""FRACAS IN HIGH LIFE.--It is an open secret that the differences which have for some years been known to exist between Lord F---- and his beautiful wife have come to a head during the last few days. His lordship"s devotion to sport, and also, as it is whispered, some attentions which he has shown to a humbler member of his household, have, it is said, long alienated Lady F----"s affection. Of late she has sought consolation and friendship with a gentleman whom we will designate as Sir George W----n. Sir George, who is a famous ladykiller, and as well-proportioned a man as any in England, took kindly to the task of consoling the disconsolate fair. The upshot, however, was vastly unfortunate, both for the lady"s feelings and for the gentleman"s beauty. The two friends were surprised in a rendezvous near the house by Lord F---- himself at the head of a party of his servants. Lord F---- then and there, in spite of the shrieks of the lady, availed himself of his strength and skill to administer such punishment to the unfortunate Lothario as would, in his own parting words, prevent any woman from loving him again for the sake of his appearance. Lady F---- has left his lordship and betaken herself to London, where, no doubt, she is now engaged in nursing the damaged Apollo. It is confidently expected that a duel will result from the affair, but no particulars have reached us up to the hour of going to press.""
The landlord laid down the paper. "You"ve been moving in high life, Mr.
Thomas Spring," said he.
The pugilist pa.s.sed his hand over his battered face. "Well, Mr.
Cordery," said he, "low life is good enough for me."
OUT OF THE RUNNING
It was on the North Side of Butser on the long swell of the Hampshire Downs. Beneath, some two miles away, the grey roofs and red houses of Petersfield peeped out from amid the trees which surrounded it. From the crest of the low hills downwards the country ran in low, sweeping curves, as though some green primeval sea had congealed in the midst of a ground swell and set for ever into long verdant rollers. At the bottom, just where the slope borders upon the plain, there stood a comfortable square brick farmhouse, with a grey plume of smoke floating up from the chimney. Two cowhouses, a cl.u.s.ter of hayricks, and a broad stretch of fields, yellow with the ripening wheat, formed a fitting setting to the dwelling of a prosperous farmer.
The green slopes were dotted every here and there with dark clumps of gorse bushes, all alight with the flaming yellow blossoms. To the left lay the broad Portsmouth Road curving over the hill, with a line of gaunt telegraph posts marking its course. Beyond a huge white chasm opened in the gra.s.s, where the great Butser chalk quarry had been sunk.
From its depths rose the distant murmur of voices, and the clinking of hammers. Just above it, between two curves of green hill, might be seen a little triangle of leaden-coloured sea, flecked with a single white sail.
Down the Portsmouth Road two women were walking, one elderly, florid and stout, with a yellow-brown Paisley shawl and a coa.r.s.e serge dress, the other young and fair, with large grey eyes, and a face which was freckled like a plover"s egg. Her neat white blouse with its trim black belt, and plain, close-cut skirt, gave her an air of refinement which was wanting in her companion, but there was sufficient resemblance between them to show that they were mother and daughter. The one was gnarled and hardened and wrinkled by rough country work, the other fresh and pliant from the benign influence of the Board School; but their step, their slope of the shoulders, and the movement of their hips as they walked, all marked them as of one blood.
"Mother, I can see father in the five-acre field," cried the younger, pointing down in the direction of the farm.
The older woman screwed up her eyes, and shaded them with her hand.
"Who"s that with him?" she asked.
"There"s Bill."
"Oh, he"s n.o.body. He"s a-talkin" to some one."
"I don"t know, mother. It"s some one in a straw hat. Adam Wilson of the Quarry wears a straw hat."
"Aye, of course, it"s Adam sure enough. Well, I"m glad we"re back home time enough to see him. He"d have been disappointed if he had come over and you"d been away. Drat this dust! It makes one not fit to be seen."
The same idea seemed to have occurred to her daughter, for she had taken out her handkerchief, and was flicking her sleeves and the front of her dress.
"That"s right, Dolly. There"s some on your flounces. But, Lor" bless you, Dolly, it don"t matter to him. It"s not your dress he looks at, but your face. Now I shouldn"t be very surprised if he hadn"t come over to ask you from father."
"I think he"d best begin by asking me from myself," remarked the girl.
"Ah, but you"ll have him, Dolly, when he does."
"I"m not so sure of that, mother." The older woman threw up her hands.
"There! I don"t know what the gals are coming to. I don"t indeed. It"s the Board Schools as does it. When I was a gal, if a decent young man came a-courtin", we gave him a "Yes" or a "No." We didn"t keep him hanging on like a half-clipped sheep. Now, here are you with two of them at your beck, and you can"t give an answer to either of them."
"Why, mother, that"s it," cried the daughter, with something between a laugh and a sob. "May be if they came one at a time I"d know what to say."
"What have you agin Adam Wilson?"
"Nothing. But I have nothing against Elias Mason."
"Nor I, either. But I know which is the most proper-looking young man."
"Looks isn"t everything, mother. You should hear Elias Mason talk. You should hear him repeat poetry."
"Well, then, have Elias."
"Ah, but I haven"t the heart to turn against Adam."
"There, now! I never saw such a gal. You"re like a calf betwixt two hayricks; you have a nibble at the one and a nibble at the other.
There"s not one in a hundred as lucky as you. Here"s Adam with three pound ten a week, foreman already at the Chalk Works, and likely enough to be manager if he"s spared. And there"s Elias, head telegraph clerk at the Post Office, and earning good money too. You can"t keep "em both on.
You"ve got to take one or t"other, and it"s my belief you"ll get neither if you don"t stop this shilly-shally."
"I don"t care. I don"t want them. What do they want to come bothering for?"
"It"s human natur", gal. They must do it. If they didn"t, you"d be the first to cry out maybe. It"s in the Scriptures. "Man is born for woman, as the sparks fly upwards."" She looked up out of the corner of her eyes as if not very sure of her quotation. "Why, here be that dratted Bill.
The good book says as we are all made of clay, but Bill does show it more than any lad I ever saw."
They had turned from the road into a narrow, deeply rutted lane, which led towards the farm. A youth was running towards them, loose-jointed and long-limbed, with a boyish, lumbering haste, clumping fearlessly with his great yellow clogs through pool and mire. He wore brown corduroys, a dingy shirt, and a red handkerchief tied loosely round his neck. A tattered old straw hat was tilted back upon his shock of coa.r.s.e, matted, brown hair. His sleeves were turned up to the elbows, and his arms and face were both tanned and roughened until his skin looked like the bark of some young sapling. As he looked up at the sound of the steps, his face with its blue eyes, brown skin, and first slight down of a tawny moustache, was not an uncomely one, were it not marred by the heavy, stolid, somewhat sulky expression of the country yokel.
"Please, mum," said he, touching the brim of his wreck of a hat, "measter seed ye coming. He sent to say as "ow "e were in the five-acre lot."
"Run back, Bill, and say that we are coming," answered the farmer"s wife, and the awkward figure sped away upon its return journey.
"I say, mother, what is Bill"s other name?" asked the girl, with languid curiosity.
"He"s not got one."
"No name?"
"No, Dolly, he"s a found child, and never had no father or mother that ever was heard of. We had him from the work"us when he was seven, to chop mangel wurzel, and here he"s been ever since, nigh twelve year. He was Bill there, and he"s Bill here."