"After the honeymoon," my neighbour continued, "they came to live in the new house, which was quite a tiny one, and Pepper was a very important personage in it indeed. He had his mistress all to himself for the greater part of most days, as his master had to be away in town; so she used to talk to him intimately, and tell him more than she would have thought of confiding to most people. Sometimes, when she thought there was no fear of callers coming, she would make him play, and this was quite a new sensation for Pepper, who was a serious-minded animal, and took very solemn views of life. At first he hadn"t the faintest idea what was expected of him; it must have been rather like trying to romp with a parish beadle, he was so intensely respectable! But as soon as he once grasped the notion and understood that no liberty was intended, he lent himself to it readily enough and learnt to gambol quite creditably.
Then he was made much of in all sorts of ways; she washed him twice a week with her very own hands--which his master would never have dreamt of doing--and she was always trying new ribbons on his complexion. That rather bored him at first, but it ended by making him a little conceited about his appearance. Altogether he was dearly fond of her, and I don"t believe he had ever been happier in all his life than he was in those days. Only, unfortunately, it was all too good to last."
Here I had to pa.s.s olives or something to somebody, and the other man, seeing his chance, and, to do him justice, with no idea that he was interrupting a story, struck in once more, so that the history of Pepper had to remain in abeyance for several minutes.
My uneasiness returned. Could there be a mistake about that name-card after all? Cards _do_ get re-arranged sometimes, and she seemed to know that young couple so very intimately. I tried to remember whether I had been introduced to her as a Miss or Mrs. So-and-so, but without success.
There is some fatality which generally distracts one"s attention at the critical moment of introduction, and in this case it was perhaps easily accounted for. My turn came again, and she took up her tale once more.
"I think when I left off I was saying that Pepper"s happiness was too good to last. And so it was. For his mistress was ill, and, though he snuffed and scratched and whined at the door of her room for ever so long, they wouldn"t let him in. But he managed to slip in one day somehow, and jumped up on her lap and licked her hands and face, and almost went out of his mind with joy at seeing her again. Only (I told you he was a sensitive dog) it gradually struck him that she was not _quite_ so pleased to see him as usual--and presently he found out the reason. There was another animal there, a new pet, which seemed to take up a good deal of her attention. Of course you guess what that was--but Pepper had never seen a baby before, and he took it as a personal slight and was dreadfully offended. He simply walked straight out of the room and downstairs to the kitchen, where he stayed for days.
"I don"t think he enjoyed his sulk much, poor doggie; perhaps he had an idea that when they saw how much he took it to heart they would send the baby away. But as time went on and this didn"t seem to occur to them, he decided to come out of the sulks and look over the matter, and he came back quite prepared to resume the old footing. Only everything was different. No one seemed to notice that he was in the room now, and his mistress never invited him to have a game; she even forgot to have him washed--and one of his peculiarities was that he had no objection to soap and warm water. The worst of it was, too, that before very long the baby followed him into the sitting-room, and, do what he could, he couldn"t make the stupid little thing understand that it had no business there. If you think of it, a baby must strike a dog as a very inferior little animal: it can"t bark (well, yes, it _can_ howl), but it"s no good whatever with rats, and yet everybody makes a tremendous fuss about it! The baby got all poor Pepper"s bows now; and his mistress played games with it, though Pepper felt he could have done it ever so much better, but he was never allowed to join in. So he used to lie on a rug and pretend he didn"t mind, though, really, I"m certain he felt it horribly. I always believe, you know, that people never give dogs half credit enough for feeling things, don"t you?
"Well, at last came the worst indignity of all: Pepper was driven from his rug--his own particular rug--to make room for the baby; and when he had got away into a corner to cry quietly, all by himself, that wretched baby came and crawled after him and pulled his tail!
"He always _had_ been particular about his tail, and never allowed anybody to touch it but very intimate friends, and even then under protest, so you can imagine how insulted he felt.
"It was too much for him, and he lost the last sc.r.a.p of temper he had.
They said he bit the baby, and I"m afraid he did--though not enough really to hurt it; still, it howled fearfully, of course, and from that moment it was all over with poor Pepper--he was a ruined dog!
"When his master came home that evening he was told the whole story.
Pepper"s mistress said she would be ever so sorry to part with him, but, after his misbehaviour, she should never know a moment"s peace until he was out of the house--it really wasn"t safe for baby!
"And his master was sorry, naturally; but I suppose he was beginning rather to like the baby himself, and so the end of it was that Pepper had to go. They did all they could for him; found him a comfortable home, with a friend who was looking out for a good house-dog, and wasn"t particular about breed, and, after that, they heard nothing of him for a long while. And, when they did hear, it was rather a bad report: the friend could do nothing with Pepper at all; he had to tie him up in the stable, and then he snapped at everyone who came near, and howled all night--they were really almost afraid of him.
"So when Pepper"s mistress heard that, she felt more thankful than ever that the dog had been sent away, and tried to think no more about him.
She had quite forgotten all about it, when, one day, a new nursemaid, who had taken the baby out for an airing, came back with a terrible account of a savage dog which had attacked them, and leaped up at the perambulator so persistently that it was as much as she could do to drive it away. And even then Pepper"s mistress did not a.s.sociate the dog with him; she thought he had been destroyed long ago.
"But the next time the nurse went out with the baby she took a thick stick with her, in case the dog should come again. And no sooner had she lifted the perambulator over the step, than the dog _did_ come again, exactly as if he had been lying in wait for them ever since outside the gate.
"The nurse was a strong country girl, with plenty of pluck, and as the dog came leaping and barking about in a very alarming way, she hit him as hard as she could on his head. The wonder is she did not kill him on the spot, and, as it was, the blow turned him perfectly giddy and silly for a time, and he ran round and round in a dazed sort of way--do you think you could lower that candle-shade just a little? Thanks!" she broke off suddenly, as I obeyed. "Well, she was going to strike again, when her mistress rushed out, just in time to stop her. For, you see, she had been watching at the window, and although the poor beast was miserably thin, and rough, and neglected-looking, she knew at once that it must be Pepper, and that he was not in the least mad or dangerous, but only trying his best to make his peace with the baby. Very likely his dignity or his conscience or something wouldn"t let him come back quite at once, you know; and perhaps he thought he had better get the baby on his side first. And then all at once, his mistress--I heard all this through her, of course--his mistress suddenly remembered how devoted Pepper had been to her, and how fond she had once been of him, and when she saw him standing, stupid and shivering, there, her heart softened to him, and she went to make it up with him, and tell him that he was forgiven and should come back and be her dog again, just as in the old days!----"
Here she broke off for a moment. I did not venture to look at her, but I thought her voice trembled a little when she spoke again. "I don"t quite know _why_ I tell you all this. There was a time when I never could bear the end of it myself," she said; "but I have begun, and I will finish now. Well, Pepper"s mistress went towards him, and called him; but--whether he was still too dizzy to quite understand who she was, or whether his pride came uppermost again, poor dear! I don"t know--but he gave her just one look (she says she will never forget it--never; it went straight to her heart), and then he walked very slowly and deliberately away.
"She couldn"t bear it; she followed; she felt she simply _must_ make him understand how very, very sorry she was for him; but the moment he heard her he began to run faster and faster, until he was out of reach and out of sight, and she had to come back. I know she was crying bitterly by that time."
"And he never came back again?" I asked, after a silence.
"Never again!" she said softly; "that was the very last they ever saw or heard of him. And--and I"ve always loved every dog since for Pepper"s sake!"
"I"m almost glad he did decline to come back," I declared; "it served his mistress right--she didn"t deserve anything else!"
"Ah, I didn"t want you to say that!" she protested; "she never meant to be so unkind--it was all for the baby"s sake!"
I was distinctly astonished, for all her sympathy in telling the story had seemed to lie in the other direction.
"You don"t mean to say," I cried involuntarily, "that you can find any excuses for her? I did not expect _you_ would take the baby"s part!"
"But I did," she confessed, with lowered eyes--"I _did_ take the baby"s part--it was all my doing that Pepper was sent away--I have been sorry enough for it since!"
It was her own story she had been telling at second-hand after all--and she was not Miss So-and-so! I had entirely forgotten the existence of any other members of the party but our two selves, but at the moment of this discovery--which was doubly painful--I was recalled by a general rustle to the fact that we were at a dinner-party, and that our hostess had just given the signal.
As I rose and drew back my chair to allow my neighbour to pa.s.s, she raised her eyes for a moment and said almost meekly:
"I _was_ the baby, you see!"
_MARJORY_
INTRODUCTION
I have thought myself justified in printing the following narrative, found among the papers of my dead friend, Douglas Cameron, who left me discretion to deal with them as I saw fit. It was written indeed, as its opening words imply, rather for his own solace and relief than with the expectation that it would be read by any other. But, painful and intimate as it is in parts, I cannot think that any harm will be done by printing it now, with some necessary alterations in the names of the characters chiefly concerned.
Before, however, leaving the story to speak for itself, I should like to state, in justice to my friend, that during the whole of my acquaintance with him, which began in our college days, I never saw anything to indicate the morbid timidity and weakness of character that seem to have marked him as a boy. Reserved he undoubtedly was, with a taste for solitude that made him shrink from the society of all but a small circle, and with a sensitive and shy nature which prevented him from doing himself complete justice; but he was very capable of holding his own on occasion, and in his disposition, as I knew it, there was no want of moral courage, nor any trace of effeminacy.
How far he may have unconsciously exaggerated such failings in the revelation of his earlier self, or what the influence of such an experience as he relates may have done to strengthen the moral fibre, are points on which I can express no opinion, any more than I can pledge myself to the credibility of the supernatural element of his story.
It may be that only in the boy"s overwrought imagination, the innocent Child-spirit came back to complete the work of love and pity she had begun in life; but I know that he himself believed otherwise, and, truly, if those who leave us are permitted to return at all, it must be on some such errand as Marjory"s.
Douglas Cameron"s life was short, and in it, so far as I am aware, he met no one who at all replaced his lost ideal. Of this I cannot be absolutely certain, for he was a reticent man in such matters; but I think, had it been so, I should have known of it, for we were very close friends. One would hardly expect, perhaps, that an ordinary man would remain faithful all his days to the far-off memory of a child-love; but then Cameron was not quite as other men, nor were his days long in the land.
And if this ideal of his was never dimmed for him by some grosser, and less spiritual, pa.s.sion, who shall say that he may not have been a better and even a happier man in consequence.
It is not without an effort that I have resolved to break, in the course of this narrative, the reserve maintained for nearly twenty years. But the chief reason for silence is removed now that all those are gone who might have been pained or harmed by what I have to tell, and, though I shrink still from reviving certain memories that are fraught with pain, there are others a.s.sociated therewith which will surely bring consolation and relief.
I must have been about eleven at the time I am speaking of, and the change which--for good or ill--comes over most boys" lives had not yet threatened mine. I had not left home for school, nor did it seem at all probable then that I should ever do so.
When I read (I was a great reader) of Dotheboys Hall and Salem House--a combination of which establishments formed my notion of school-life--it was with no more personal interest than a cripple might feel in perusing the notice of an impending conscription; for from the battles of school-life I was fortunately exempted.
I was the only son of a widow, and we led a secluded life in a London suburb. My mother took charge of my education herself, and, as far as mere acquirements went, I was certainly not behind other boys of my age. I owe too much to that loving and careful training, Heaven knows, to think of casting any reflection upon it here, but my surroundings were such as almost necessarily to exclude all bracing and hardening influences.
My mother had few friends; we were content with our own companionship, and of boys I knew and cared to know nothing; in fact, I regarded a strange boy with much the same unreasoning aversion as many excellent women feel for the most ordinary cow.
I was happy to think that I should never be called upon to a.s.sociate with them; by-and-by, when I outgrew my mother"s teaching, I was to have a tutor, perhaps even go to college in time, and when I became a man I was to be a curate and live with my mother in a clematis-covered cottage in some pleasant village.
She would often dwell on this future with a tender prospective pride; she spoke of it on the very day that saw it shattered for ever.
For there came a morning when, on going to her with my lessons for the day, I was gladdened with an unexpected holiday. I little knew then--though I was to learn it soon enough--that my lessons had been all holidays, or that on that day they were to end for ever.
My mother had had one or two previous attacks of an illness which seemed to prostrate her for a short period, and as she soon regained her ordinary health, I did not think they could be of a serious nature.
So I devoted my holiday cheerfully enough to the illumination of a text, on the gaudy colouring of which I found myself gazing two days later with a dull wonder, as at the work of a strange hand in a long dead past, for the boy who had painted that was a happy boy who had a mother, and for two endless days I had been alone.
Those days, and many that followed, come back to me now but vaguely. I pa.s.sed them mostly in a state of blank bewilderment caused by the double sense of sameness and strangeness in everything around me; then there were times when this gave way to a pa.s.sionate anguish which refused all attempts at comfort, and times even--but very, very seldom--when I almost forgot what had happened to me.
Our one servant remained in the house with me, and a friend and neighbour of my mother"s was constant in her endeavours to relieve my loneliness; but I was impatient of them, I fear, and chiefly anxious to be left alone to indulge my melancholy unchecked.