Soon it was all over Plyn that Janet Coombe was "in the family way".
Her mother talked as if it were all her doing, and already the sisters chose little patterns of soft white wool to make the needful clothes.
Thomas sang at his work in the yard, with a smile on his lips, yet serious for all that, and looking ahead in his mind. Soon he would have a son, and in time the lad would work by his side and learn how to handle a saw, and to judge good timber. For of course the child would be a boy.
It seemed to Janet there was much fuss and ado for a small thing, and to hear the way Thomas and her mother talked anyone would imagine there had never been a baby born before.
As for herself she didn"t know what to think, one way or the other. It was a natural thing to happen when folks got wed, and it would be pleasant and strange to have a child to dress and to care for. It made her happy too that Thomas should be content. She would sit in her rocking chair in the evenings before the fire, for it was getting on for winter now and chill at nights, while Thomas watched her with tender eyes.
It was peaceful there in her home, with the cold rain shut outside and the damp misty hills, and the sound of the wild harbour water coming not to her mind. The singing kettle, the supper laid ready on the table, the quiet flickering candles; and Thomas"s hand in hers and the baby coming and all.
She felt soothed and restful, did Janet, and she wasn"t afraid of the pain that would happen, in spite of the terrible tales the neighbours poured into her ears. There wasn"t a happier home in Plyn than hers and Thomas"s.
He read to her sometimes of an evening from the Bible, in his low grave voice, spelling out the difficult words carefully to himself beforehand.
"Fancy to think of all those folks begotin" each other, and them stretchin" in a long line through the ages," she would say thoughtfully, rocking herself to and fro in the chair.
"If the first ones hadn" started nothin" would ha" come of it all. It"s a great responsibility on two folks that has children. The Bible says,"Thy seed shall multiply for ever."Why,Thomas, folks"ll come from us lovin" each other, on an" on, with no countin" them."
"Give over worryin", sweetheart. You"m always thinkin" of a hundred years from now, and queer fanciful nonsense.Think of the lad that"s coming to us. That"s enough for your mind, I reckon."
"I don"t know, Thomas. It"s mighty strange the ways of life an" love. People dyin" an" that."
"But Janie, parson says all true believers, and them that has faith, goes straight to G.o.d in Heaven, amongst the angels."
"An" s"posin" they leaves behind them someone they love, who"s weak an" pitiful, an" has"n the heart to walk by hisself in the world?"
"G.o.d looks after "un, Janie."
"But no one could live in Heaven, Thomas, and be at peace, when sorryin" for the loved ones left behind. Think of them callin" out, askin" for help."
"You mus"n talk so wild, sweetheart. The Bible speaks the truth. The happiness in Heaven is beyond our knowledge. Folks are so peaceful there, they don"t give a thought to the sinful world."
The wind blew around the house, sighing and tapping against the window pane, crying mournfully like a lost thing. The candles quivered and shuddered. Then the rain mingled with the wind, and the night air was filled with weeping and sorrow. Away below the cliff the sea thundered against the rocks. The trees were bent back with the force of the wind, and from the branches fell the last wet leaves.
Thomas drew the curtains close, and pulled the rocking chair nearer to the fire.
"Keep warm, love, and don"t heed the wind an" the rain." Janet wrapped her shawl about her shoulders, and watched the firelight dance and flicker.
"I"ll not bide in Heaven, nor rest here in my grave. My spirit will linger with the ones I love - an" when they"re sorrowful and feared in themselves, I"ll come to them; and G.o.d Himself won"t keep me."
Thomas closed the Bible with a sigh, and put it away on its shelf in the corner.
He must not chide Janet for her words, for women had queer notions at times like these.
He picked up the little sock that had fallen to the floor. ""Tes terrible small, Janie," he said anxiously. "Will the lad"s foot be no bigger than that?"
3.
The long winter months pa.s.sed slowly, Christmas came and went, and now the first breath of spring could be felt in the air. The sharp white frosts were no longer so hard in the mornings, and the very branches of the trees spread themselves into the sky, unfolding the tight round buds.
White lambs frisked in the fields above Plyn, and in the low sheltered places grew the pale primroses.
At Ivy House there was a bright atmosphere of mystery and expectation, for Janet Coombe was near her time.
Her mother was ever in and out of the place, with her fussy bustling air, lending a hand to the cooking and the cleaning to save her daughter work.Thomas"s manner was sharp and impatient, giving hard words now and then to the men at the yard, and being short even to his good-natured, muddle-headed uncle.
They forgave him for it all the same, for these were anxious nervous moments for the young man.
Janet herself watched the fuss and commotion with a smile on her lips, and a laughing, wondering look in her eyes.
She didn"t feel ill at all; it was only natural that the baby should come to her in the spring of the year.
Why, many was the time she"d helped carry the new-born lambs down from the fields, over to Polmear Farm; and seen the patient wounded eyes of the cows as they licked their st.u.r.dy little frightened calves, they shaking on their four legs.
It seemed to her that there was nothing more simple and homely than the birth of a young thing, whether it was a child in a cottage or a lamb on the hills. It was all the same in the end. The lambs cried for food and comfort, and nestled against the sheep who gave it them, while a woman clasped her baby to her breast. But she could not for the life of her see the reason for these nods and muttered whispers, and the tying of ribbons on the cradle in the bedroom, and her mother"s meaning smile at inquisitive neighbours calling, and Thomas"s agonized pleading that she should lie down and rest herself.
"I wish you"d away, all of you, and go about your business and let me be. I"m not feared o" pain nor trouble, and if I had my way I"d leave you to your ribbon-tyin", and soup-makin" and take myself to the quiet fields to have my baby, I would, "midst the cattle and the sheep who"d understand."
"Merciful Lord, if it"s that you"re thinkin" of, then bed"s the place for you, and hasty too," cried her mother, and she packed poor Janet upstairs without more ado.
Two days later, on 5 March, Janet"s son Samuel was born. ""Twas a beautiful confinement," declared old Mrs Coombe to the neighbours. "Easier an" better than Doctor an" I"d ever thought. She bore it wonderful, the dear brave gal that she is, an" is goin" on splendid. As for the boy, "tes a picture o" health, and the livin" image of his father."
A string of flags was hoisted at the yard, and drinks given round to the men in honour of the event.
Janet lay back on her pillows, her dark hair pushed back from her pale face, her eyes fixed musingly on the baby in her arms.
What a queer mite of a thing it was, with its little bald head and watery blue eyes. She could not herself see any likeness in it to Thomas, try as she did. She hoped she would remember to call it "him", and not "it".
Still, it was pleasant and strange to feel a small warm body next to you, and to know it was yourself that had done it. And Thomas"s face was a joy to see.
He tiptoed into the room with heavy creaky boots, his face very red, and his blue eyes nearly starting out of his head.
"Janie, are you"m feelin" terrible bad?" he asked her in a low hoa.r.s.e whisper. She had to shake her head at him, and hide her smile, for fear he should be vexed. Then she drew back the coverlet, and showed him their bit of a lad, nestled in the crook of her arm. Thomas"s mouth opened wide, his long legs nearly twisted themselves inside out, and he stood there gazing, his smile stretching from one ear to the other. Janet could not help laughing at the sight of him, rocking there on his two feet with his red smiling face, and saying not a word.
"You"ve never seen a baby afore, I reckon," she told him. "Touch "un, he"s alive you know!"
Thomas stretched out a cautious finger - and laid it on his son"s cheek.
The baby opened his eyes and blinked.
"Did you see him?" cried Thomas delightedly. "Why, he knows me already."
"Stuff an" nonsense," said old Mrs Coombe. "Why, the poor babe can"t even see yet. Did you ever hear the like?" and she pushed him out of the room, for fear the man"s silly ways should tire her daughter.
It was not long before Janet was herself again, and up and about the house.
Samuel was a good child, and gave very little trouble. He neither fretted nor wailed overmuch, but behaved himself as a healthy normal baby.Thomas could scarcely leave him alone for a minute, and begrudged the time spent down at the yard. To his immense pride and joy he was permitted to carry his son in his arms, on visits to the grandmother up the hill on Sunday afternoons.
Janet trudged beside him, thankful to be rid of her burden for a while. Thomas"s step was firm and slow, he carried his head high, and every minute he"d be stopping to show the baby to a neighbour.
"Why, he favours you for sure, Mr Coombe," they would say. ""Tes your very eyes in his little head, an" the same fair colourin"."
"Now, do you mean it true?" smiled Thomas. "Did you hear, Janie? Mrs Rogers here says she reckons the boy takes after me."
"He surely do," sighed Janet, for she had heard the same thing over and over again, and it had never surprised her that a baby should be like his father.
In her mother"s house the child was handed round from neighbour to neighbour, and kissed by his aunts, and rocked on his grandmother"s knee; while Thomas watched them with anxious, jealous eyes."Have a care now, you"ll be droppin" him."
Janet sat remote on the other side of the hearth, listening to the murmur of their voices as they spoke their baby language to the child.
She wondered at the amount of petting and smarming that went on, when she knew the lad was happiest alone in his cot, or when he lay naked after his bath kicking in her arms. It was queer that folks had not the sense to see it, and Thomas too, with the rest of them. But he was as weak as water, was Thomas, where young Samuel was concerned.
When Janet was undressing the baby in the evening, and he stretched out his small closed fists into the air, his proud father would take this as a sign of strength.
"Look, Janie, look at the muscle in his arms.That boy"s goin" to handle a saw all right."
And the first year pa.s.sed, with the three of them together in the home, happy and content in one another.
In the autumn of 1831 old Uncle Coombe was laid low with rheumatics, and the whole care of the business at the yard fell upon Thomas. Now he took it upon himself to make changes and improvements where he would. The slip was enlarged, and the mud dredged away from the beach below, so that a larger type of boat altogether could be launched from the side in safety.
Orders came creeping in one by one for st.u.r.dy well-built fishing boats to withstand the winter gales, and Thomas had few moments to spare now for playing with his boy. The knowing ones in Plyn nodded their heads and pointed at him with pride, saying it was a fine thriving business young Coombe was building up for himself.
""Tes a good man, that Thomas o" yourn, young Janet," they"d say to his wife."The lucky woman you are with sich a husband, an" a fine healthy boy i" the bargain."
And it pleased Janet to hear them praise her husband, for the people of Plyn were ever ready to find fault with the smallest thing. Samuel crawled on the floor at her feet, and rolled on his back; he clutched at the sky with his hands and gazed at his mother solemnly, with his small, thoughtful face, so like his father"s. Janet would wait to put him to bed until Thomas came home in the evening, and then he"d be laid in his cradle by the kitchen fire while the pair of them sat themselves down to supper, happy and content, to talk over the day"s events.
"The big boat"s gettin" along fine, Janie. We"ll be puttin" the planks on her tomorrow forenoon. I"m mighty pleased with that timber we brought down ten months back from Truan woods. "Tes the same that we"m usin" now. I reckon any boat I build won" go to pieces, unless they put her on the rocks, Janie."
"They say,Thomas, you"re buildin" faster an" better than ever did Uncle Coombe."
"They say that, do they?"
"Aye, all Plyn is talkin" of it, "cordin" to what I hear. I"m proud of you, Thomas."
""Tes all for you an" the boy, Janie. Look at him, bless his heart an" his dear innocent face.Who knows, but he"ll be workin" along o" his father afore many years, won"t you, my son?"
Samuel kicked in his cradle, he would not go to sleep. He began to scream at the top of his voice.
Thomas rose to his feet, and knelt beside the cradle.
"There, Sammie, there; you mus"n" cry, my lovely boy."
He took the clenched hand and kissed it. "Hush, lad, hush. You"ll be breakin" your father"s heart if you take on so."
Samuel screamed, scarlet in the face.
Janet smiled, and shook her head. She went to the cradle, and turned him over on his front, patting his little behind.
"What a fuss an" a pother," she scoffed at her husband, "just for a bit o" wind."
Thomas sighed and hung his head. She knew more about babies than he did.
4.
In the summer of the following year Uncle Coombe, who managed to hobble about on two sticks in spite of his rheumatism, was seized with a chill during a sudden spell of cold weather, and in less than twenty-four hours the old man was dead.
The business was now Thomas"s, for better for worse, and it was for him to work hard and make it a real thriving concern. It was a great responsibility laid on the shoulders of a young man, and he but twenty-seven, but Thomas"s nature was dogged and obstinate and he was not going to let himself be beaten.
It seemed that with the new cares upon him, Thomas"s young lighthearted ways, that had indeed always been kept in control by his natural gravity, forsook him for good. He was a man with nothing of the boy left in him. He thought in terms of pounds, shillings, and pence, and though he professed to be working only for his wife and son, it must be admitted that they were not even in his mind when he glanced with pride at the sign above the yard entrance - "Thomas Coombe, Boat Builder". He had already made more of a name for himself in Plyn than ever his uncle had.
Janet had done well for herself when she married him, thought Thomas, and what more could any woman want than the home he had given her, and his care for her, and the boy in the bargain, with more to follow if it pleased G.o.d.
So much for Thomas, as he stood in his yard with his tall, upright figure, calling out sharp orders in a lofty tone to the men who worked for him.
Janet had seen the change in Thomas, but she did not blame him for it. To her the ways of a man were no mystery, she accepted them as natural. That his work should now hold a prior claim was just; she would have despised him if he had been content to let the business care for itself in the old slip-shod manner of Uncle Coombe"s day, and he himself had mooned around the house because of her.
In the realities of life she saw straight before her, knowing truth from falsehood and that changes in people could be accounted for and observed, without bemoaning the fact and shutting her eyes to it. She knew that Thomas"s love for her was solid and true, and that he would never look elsewhere than to her face for comfort; but she knew also that the strange exquisite worship - the sweet bewildered pa.s.sion that sweeps a boy who possesses a woman for the first time had gone - never to return.
Samuel had strengthened the blood-tie between them, but no more than this. They would cherish each other in sickness and in health, walk through life sharing its pleasures and its sorrows, sleep side by side at night in the little room above the porch, grow old and frail, resting at last, not parted, in Lanoc Churchyard - but from the beginning to the end they would have no knowledge of one another.
Janet"s feeling for Samuel ran parallel to her feeling for Thomas. The one was her husband, the other was her child. Samuel depended on her for care and for comfort until he should grow old enough to look after himself. She washed him and dressed him, seated him beside her in his high chair at table and fed him, helped him with his first steps and his first words, gave him all the tenderness and the affection he demanded from her. She gave to both Thomas and Samuel her natural spontaneity of feeling and a great simplicity of heart; but the spirit of Janet was free and unfettered, waiting to rise from its self-enforced seclusion to mingle with intangible things, like the wind, the sea, and the skies, hand in hand with the one for whom she waited. Then she, too, would become part of these things forever, abstract and immortal.
Because of her knowledge that this would come to pa.s.s, Janet strove to banish despondency. She hid her loneliness, and always appeared willing and cheerful in the face of others.
It was as if she had two selves; the one of a contented wife and mother, who listened to her husband"s plans and ceaseless talk of his great business, and laughed at her baby"s prattle, and visited her own folk and the neighbours of Plyn, with a real pleasure and enjoyment of the happenings of her daily life; and another self, remote, untrammelled, triumphant, who stood tiptoe on the hills, mist-hidden from the world, and where the light of the sun shone upon her face, splendid and true.
These things were not conscious definitions in Janet"s mind; introspection belonged not to the inhabitants of Plyn in the early days of the nineteenth century and to the twenty-one-year-old wife of a Cornish boat-builder. All she understood was that the peace of G.o.d was unknown to her, and that she came nearer to it amongst the wild things in the woods and fields, or on the rocks by the water"s edge, than she did with her own folk in Plyn.
Only glimpses of peace came her way, streaks of clarity at unwakened moments that a.s.sured her of its existence and of the certainty that one day she would hold the secret for her own.
So Janet bided her time, and pa.s.sed the days in the same way as all the wives in Plyn, with baking and cleaning, and mending her man"s clothes and the boy"s too. There was the walk to church of a Sunday and joining in the simple gossip of the neighbours afterwards, with a cup of strong brewed tea, and a slice of saffron or seedy cake and then home to supper, and the boy put in his cot and she and her husband to sleep sound beside one another till morning came.
In the spring of 1833, a fortnight after Samuel"s second birthday, his sister was born.
She was fair and blue-eyed, very much like Samuel, and gave not more trouble than he had done at the same age.