"In a place like this," the young lady went on in her mellow voice, and with a reflective thoughtfulness in her handsome eyes, "on an estate like Stornham, no work that can be done by the villagers should be done by anyone else. The people of the land should be trained to do such work as the manor house, or cottages, or farms require to have done."
"How did she think that out?" was b.u.t.tle"s reflection. In places such as Stornham, through generation after generation, the thing she had just said was accepted as law, clung to as a possession, any divergence from it being a grievance sullenly and bitterly grumbled over. And in places enough there was divergence in these days--the gentry sending to London for things, and having up workmen to do their best-paying jobs for them.
The law had been so long a law that no village could see justice in outsiders being sent for, even to do work they could not do well themselves. It showed what she was, this handsome young woman--even though she did come from America--that she should know what was right.
She took a note-book out and opened it on the rough table before her.
"I have made some notes here," she said, "and a sketch or two. We must talk them over together."
If she had given Joe b.u.t.tle cause for surprise at the outset, she gave him further cause during the next half-hour. The work that was to be done was such as made him open his eyes, and draw in his breath. If he was to be allowed to do it--if he could do it--if it was to be paid for--it struck him that he would be a man set up for life. If her ladyship had come and ordered it to be done, he would have thought the poor thing had gone mad. But this one had it all jotted down in a clear hand, without the least feminine confusion of detail, and with here and there a little sharply-drawn sketch, such as a carpenter, if he could draw, which b.u.t.tle could not, might have made.
"There"s not workmen enough in the village to do it in a year, miss," he said at last, with a gasp of disappointment.
She thought it over a minute, her pencil poised in her hand and her eyes on his face.
"Can you," she said, "undertake to get men from other villages, and superintend what they do? If you can do that, the work is still pa.s.sing through your hands, and Stornham will reap the benefit of it. Your workmen will lodge at the cottages and spend part of their wages at the shops, and you who are a Stornham workman will earn the money to be made out of a rather large contract."
Joe b.u.t.tle became quite hot. If you have brought up a family for years on the proceeds of such jobs as driving a ten-penny nail in here or there, tinkering a hole in a cottage roof, knocking up a shelf in the vicarage kitchen, and mending a panel of fence, to be suddenly confronted with a proposal to engage workmen and undertake "contracts"
is shortening to the breath and heating to the blood.
"Miss," he said, "we"ve never done big jobs, Sim Soames an" me. P"raps we"re not up to it--but it"d be a fortune to us."
She was looking down at one of her papers and making pencil marks on it.
"You did some work last year on a little house at Tidhurst, didn"t you?"
she said.
To think of her knowing that! Yes, the unaccountable good luck had actually come to him that two Tidhurst carpenters, falling ill of the same typhoid at the same time, through living side by side in the same order of unsanitary cottage, he and Sim had been given their work to finish, and had done their best.
"Yes, miss," he answered.
"I heard that when I was inquiring about you. I drove over to Tidhurst to see the work, and it was very sound and well done. If you did that, I can at least trust you to do something at the Court which will prove to me what you are equal to. I want a Stornham man to undertake this."
"No Tidhurst man," said Joe b.u.t.tle, with sudden courage, "nor yet no Barnhurst, nor yet no Yangford, nor Wratcham shall do it, if I can look it in the face. It"s Stornham work and Stornham had ought to have it. It gives me a brace-up to hear of it."
The tall young lady laughed beautifully and got up.
"Come to the Court to-morrow morning at ten, and we will look it over together," she said. "Good-morning, b.u.t.tle." And she went away.
In the taproom of The Clock, when Joe b.u.t.tle dropped in for his pot of beer, he found Fox, the saddler, and Tread, the blacksmith, and each of them fell upon the others with something of the same story to tell. The new young lady from the Court had been to see them, too, and had brought to each her definite little note-book. Harness was to be repaired and furbished up, the big carriage and the old phaeton were to be put in order, and Master Ughtred"s cart was to be given new paint and springs.
"This is what she said," Fox"s story ran, "and she said it so straightforward and business-like that the conceitedest man that lived couldn"t be upset by it. "I want to see what you can do," she says. "I am new to the place and I must find out what everyone can do, then I shall know what to do myself." The way she sets them eyes on a man is a sight. It"s the sense in them and the human nature that takes you."
"Yes, it"s the sense," said Tread, "and her looking at you as if she expected you to have sense yourself, and understand that she"s doing fair business. It"s clear-headed like--her asking questions and finding out what Stornham men can do. She"s having the old things done up so that she can find out, and so that she can prove that the Court work is going to be paid for. That"s my belief."
"But what does it all mean?" said Joe b.u.t.tle, setting his pot of beer down on the taproom table, round which they sat in conclave. "Where"s the money coming from? There"s money somewhere."
Tread was the advanced thinker of the village. He had come--through reverses--from a bigger place. He read the newspapers.
"It"ll come from where it"s got a way of coming," he gave forth portentously. "It"ll come from America. How they manage to get hold of so much of it there is past me. But they"ve got it, dang "em, and they"re ready to spend it for what they want, though they"re a sharp lot. Twelve years ago there was a good bit of talk about her ladyship"s father being one of them with the fullest pockets. She came here with plenty, but Sir Nigel got hold of it for his games, and they"re the games that cost money. Her ladyship wasn"t born with a backbone, poor thing, but this new one was, and her ladyship"s father is her father, and you mark my words, there"s money coming into Stornham, though it"s not going to be played the fool with. Lord, yes! this new one has a backbone and good strong wrists and a good strong head, though I must say"--with a little masculine chuckle of admission--"it"s a bit unnatural with them eyelashes and them eyes looking at you between "em.
Like blue water between rushes in the marsh."
Before the next twenty-four hours had pa.s.sed a still more unlooked-for event had taken place. Long outstanding bills had been paid, and in as matter-of-fact manner as if they had not been sent in and ignored, in some cases for years. The settlement of Joe b.u.t.tle"s account sent him to bed at the day"s end almost light-headed. To become suddenly the possessor of thirty-seven pounds, fifteen and tenpence half-penny, of which all hope had been lost three years ago, was almost too much for any man. Six pounds, eight pounds, ten pounds, came into places as if sovereigns had been sixpences, and shillings farthings. More than one cottage woman, at the sight of the h.o.a.rded wealth in her staring goodman"s hand, gulped and began to cry. If they had had it before, and in driblets, it would have been spent long since, now, in a lump, it meant shoes and petticoats and tea and sugar in temporary abundance, and the sense of this abundance was felt to be entirely due to American magic. America was, in fact, greatly lauded and discussed, the case of "Gaarge" Lumsden being much quoted.
CHAPTER XXI
KEDGERS
The work at Stornham Court went on steadily, though with no greater rapidity than is usually achieved by rural labourers. There was, however, without doubt, a certain stimulus in the occasional appearance of Miss Vanderpoel, who almost daily sauntered round the place to look on, and exchange a few words with the workmen. When they saw her coming, the men, hastily standing up to touch their foreheads, were conscious of a slight acceleration of being which was not quite the ordinary quickening produced by the presence of employers. It was, in fact, a sensation rather pleasing than anxious. Her interest in the work was, upon the whole, one which they found themselves beginning to share. The unusualness of the situation--a young woman, who evidently stood for many things and powers desirable, employing labourers and seeming to know what she intended them to do--was a thing not easy to get over, or be come accustomed to. But there she was, as easy and well mannered as you please--and with gentlefolks" ways, though, as an American, such finish could scarcely be expected from her. She knew each man"s name, it was revealed gradually, and, what was more, knew what he stood for in the village, what cottage he lived in, how many children he had, and something about his wife. She remembered things and made inquiries which showed knowledge. Besides this, she represented, though perhaps they were scarcely yet fully awake to the fact, the promise their discouraged dulness had long lost sight of.
It actually became apparent that her ladyship, who walked with her, was altering day by day. Was it true that the bit of colour they had heard spoken of when she returned from town was deepening and fixing itself on her cheek? It sometimes looked like it. Was she a bit less stiff and shy-like and frightened in her way? b.u.t.tle mentioned to his friends at The Clock that he was sure of it. She had begun to look a man in the face when she talked, and more than once he had heard her laugh at things her sister said.
To one man more than to any other had come an almost unspeakable piece of luck through the new arrival--a thing which to himself, at least, was as the opening of the heavens. This man was the discouraged Kedgers.
Miss Vanderpoel, coming with her ladyship to talk to him, found that the man was a person of more experience than might have been imagined. In his youth he had been an under gardener at a great place, and being fond of his work, had learned more than under gardeners often learn. He had been one of a small army of workers under the orders of an imposing head gardener, whose knowledge was a science. He had seen and taken part in what was done in orchid houses, orangeries, vineries, peach houses, conservatories full of wondrous tropical plants. But it was not easy for a man like himself, uneducated and lacking confidence of character, to advance as a bolder young man might have done. The all-ruling head gardener had inspired him with awe. He had watched him reverently, acc.u.mulating knowledge, but being given, as an underling, no opportunity to do more than obey orders. He had spent his life in obeying, and congratulated himself that obedience secured him his weekly wage.
"He was a great man--Mr. Timson--he was," he said, in talking to Miss Vanderpoel. "Ay, he was that. Knew everything that could happen to a flower or a s"rub or a vegetable. Knew it all. Had a lib"ery of books an" read "em night an" day. Head gardener"s cottage was good enough for gentry. The old Markis used to walk round the hothouses an" gardens talking to him by the hour. If you did what he told you EXACTLY like he told it to you, then you were all right, but if you didn"t--well, you was off the place before you"d time to look round. Worked under him from twenty to forty. Then he died an" the new one that came in had new ways.
He made a clean sweep of most of us. The men said he was jealous of Mr.
Timson."
"That was bad for you, if you had a wife and children," Miss Vanderpoel said.
"Eight of us to feed," Kedgers answered. "A man with that on him can"t wait, miss. I had to take the first place I could get. It wasn"t a good one--poor parsonage with a big family an" not room on the place for the vegetables they wanted. Cabbages, an" potatoes, an" beans, an" broccoli.
No time nor ground for flowers. Used to seem as if flowers got to be a kind of dream." Kedgers gave vent to a deprecatory half laugh. "Me--I was fond of flowers. I wouldn"t have asked no better than to live among "em. Mr. Timson gave me a book or two when his lordship sent him a lot of new ones. I"ve bought a few myself--though I suppose I couldn"t afford it."
From the poor parsonage he had gone to a market gardener, and had evidently liked the work better, hard and unceasing as it had been, because he had been among flowers again. Sudden changes from forcing houses to chill outside dampness had resulted in rheumatism. After that things had gone badly. He began to be regarded as past his prime of strength. Lower wages and labour still as hard as ever, though it professed to be lighter, and therefore cheaper. At last the big neglected gardens of Stornham.
"What I"m seeing, miss, all the time, is what could be done with "em.
Wonderful it"d be. They might be the show of the county-if we had Mr.
Timson here."
Miss Vanderpoel, standing in the sunshine on the broad weed-grown pathway, was conscious that he was remotely moving. His flowers--his flowers. They had been the centre of his rudimentary rural being. Each man or woman cared for some one thing, and the unfed longing for it left the life of the creature a thwarted pa.s.sion. Kedgers, yearning to stir the earth about the roots of blooming things, and doomed to broccoli and cabbage, had spent his years unfed. No thing is a small thing. Kedgers, with the earth under his broad finger nails, and his half apologetic laugh, being the centre of his own world, was as large as Mount Dunstan, who stood thwarted in the centre of his. Chancing-for G.o.d knows what mystery of reason-to be born one of those having power, one might perhaps set in order a world like Kedgers".
"In the course of twenty years" work under Timson," she said, "you must have learned a great deal from him."
"A good bit, miss-a good bit," admitted Kedgers. "If I hadn"t ha" cared for the work, I might ha" gone on doing it with my eyes shut, but I didn"t. Mr. Timson"s heart was set on it as well as his head. An" mine got to be. But I wasn"t even second or third under him--I was only one of a lot. He would have thought me fine an" impident if I"d told him I"d got to know a good deal of what he knew--and had some bits of ideas of my own."
"If you had men enough under you, and could order all you want," Miss Vanderpoel said tentatively, "you know what the place should be, no doubt."
"That I do, miss," answered Kedgers, turning red with feeling. "Why, if the soil was well treated, anything would grow here. There"s situations for everything. There"s shade for things that wants it, and south aspects for things that won"t grow without the warmth of "em. Well, I"ve gone about many a day when I was low down in my mind and worked myself up to being cheerful by just planning where I could put things and what they"d look like. Liliums, now, I could grow them in ma.s.ses from June to October." He was becoming excited, like a war horse scenting battle from afar, and forgot himself. "The Lilium Giganteum--I don"t know whether you"ve ever seen one, miss--but if you did, it"d almost take your breath away. A Lilium that grows twelve feet high and more, and has a flower like a great snow-white trumpet, and the scent pouring out of it so that it floats for yards. There"s a place where I could grow them so that you"d come on them sudden, and you"d think they couldn"t be true."
"Grow them, Kedgers, begin to grow them," said Miss Vanderpoel. "I have never seen them--I must see them."
Kedgers" low, deprecatory chuckle made itself heard again,
"Perhaps I"m going too fast," he said. "It would take a good bit of expense to do it, miss. A good bit."
Then Miss Vanderpoel made--and she made it in the simplest matter-of-fact manner, too--the startling remark which, three hours later, all Stornham village had heard of. The most astounding part of the remark was that it was uttered as if there was nothing in it which was not the absolutely natural outcome of the circ.u.mstances of the case.