I"an being seldom at home during the summer, his sister and two or three old servants managed the farm--then but a few acres of arable land, and a great run of common--and were sole occupants of their gloomy mansion.
The poor young lady"s dreary existence was partially relieved by her brother"s presence during winter. Then, too, he often brought home with him many of his sea-mates or hunting companions, and the old house resounded with their reckless drunken revelry for days and nights together.
Among I"an"s comrades his favourite was an able seaman called w.i.l.l.y Taskes or Trevaskes, who was a few years older than I"an--a courageous smuggler, and mate of his fair-trader the _Mur_. Taskes was remarkably strong built, the best wrestler and boxer in the western parishes. With much practice he taught I"an these arts of self-defence, and trained him to be just as good a seaman as himself. I"an, when overloaded with drink, was often quarrelsome or rather fond of fighting, without reason, both at home and abroad. Taskes as often belaboured him soundly to divert his combative inclinations from dangerous antagonists; often also, he got himself thrashed black and blue in taking I"an"s part, which he was ever ready to do against any odds. From w.i.l.l.y being frequently in Beaton"s company, and from the favour shown him by her brother, she was less reserved with him than others of his crew whom she kept at due distance.
Of an evening when he often came alone, Beaton would ask him to card the wool that she pa.s.sed great part of her time in spinning, and no one more ready than w.i.l.l.y Taskes to please her. I"an frequently left them together, little deeming that his sister--of gentle blood, poor as she might be--could have a thought of the handsome young sailor as a lover.
Ere long, however, I"an was informed by his ugly old female domestic--one who ever longed for but never had a lover--that her young mistress often met w.i.l.l.y Taskes by night in the walled garden, Caercreis barn, or among the Castle carns. I"an, enraged, entered his sister"s apartments--she had three rooms at her sole disposal in that portion of the mansion known as Beaton"s wing--and, after much upbraiding, threatened to shoot Taskes if he came near the house any more, and both of them if he caught them together. Beaton defied her brother, and answered that if she could not see w.i.l.l.y Taskes there she would meet him elsewhere, and that it only depended on w.i.l.l.y as to whether she should be his wife or not. Warned of what had taken place, the lover kept aloof, and I"an, discarding his jovial companions, remained much within doors, moody and discontented, wishing for the company of his former comrade, but pride forbade his making friendly overtures; and his ill-humour was aggravated all the more because his sister had the policy to persuade him that, after all, she didn"t care anything for w.i.l.l.y Taskes, nor any of his crew, and that his chagrin was all for nought.
The dreary winter past, and corn tilled, I"an and his crew prepared for an early trip to Roscroff. Their former mate, from his quarrel with the captain, or rather from the coolness between them, having gone to work on land, they selected a new one and made sail.
I"an left on good terms with his sister, thinking that, though she might have had an unbecoming affection for Taskes, yet her self-respect and regard for the dignity of their family--which he had awakened--had enabled her to subdue her misplaced love.
In a few weeks the _Mur_, as I"an"s craft was called, returned with the usual goods, which were soon landed and disposed of, as the most valuable liquors, silks, lace, &c., were bespoke by the neighbouring gentry. Farmers, and others who a.s.sisted to land and secure the cargo soon took off what remained. There was then little or no interference from any government officials; indeed in more recent times those paid to check "fair-trade" were often the smugglers" friends, because they durst not interrupt their proceedings with anything but well-understood shams of activity, and they were always rewarded with a share of the goods if they conducted themselves with discretion. Old smugglers say they often wished to fall in with the revenue-cutter that their trip might be the more exciting--they answered her shots by a loud hurrah, and a blaze from their own swivel-gun. As for the riding-officer they didn"t mind him a straw, and of other coast-guards there were none.
All hands being ready for another trip, the evening before they intended to start I"an told his sister he was going to meet his crew at the _Skaw Tree_--the inn at St. Levan Church-town,--have a carouse, and sail in the morning early. Wishing to become friends with his old mate, I"an had requested one of his crew to tell Taskes that he would be glad of his company at the public-house and to let all past unpleasantness be forgotten. In I"an"s happier moods a lingering regard for his former comrade and staunch friend would get the upper hand of his prejudice and family pride, and then he would even think of Taskes as his brother-in-law with complacency.
From jealousy on the part of his new mate and others, his friendly message was not delivered. I"an not guessing the reason why Taskes didn"t join them, and only thinking his offers of renewed friendship were slighted, was in ill-humour, and what was intended to have been a jovial night, pa.s.sed unpleasantly. At length some of the fuddled crew, vexed because of their captain"s preference for his former mate, hinted that he might be in Caercreis barn, in company he better liked, and that, by all accounts, his sister and w.i.l.l.y had always been on very good terms. I"an, tipsy as he was, understood their meaning, made imprudent threats of the way he would be revenged on Taskes; and left the company much earlier than was his wont on such occasions.
Very mixed feelings, and all of an irritating nature, spurred him on his way towards an old solitary "bowjey," or field barn, where a cottage now stands--five minutes" walk from Castle Treen; and he had only gone a few yards beyond Pedny-vounder lane, when, by the dim moonlight, he spied two persons sauntering along a sheep-track that wound among rocks and carns below him. Approaching and seeing they were his sister and her lover he a.s.sailed them with angry words, which soon came to blows between the men. Taskes, finding that I"an was the worse for drink, merely defended himself and received his blows that he might expend his fury on him, as he had often done when they were the best of friends.
But, as bad luck would have it, Taskes, in going back, to avoid what might have been ugly strokes, fell over a shelving rock on to a ledge (or shelf, as we say), many feet below.
When I"an saw the young man he had once loved as a brother lying prostrate and apparently dead, his pride and anger gave place to bitter sorrow. He raised the wounded man, who moaned, and gasped for breath for some minutes; then hearing I"an crying like a child, begging him to forget and forgive the past and be friends, "I have nothing to forgive thee, my son," Taskes replied; "it was my bad luck, and, whether I die or live a cripple, I would rather for it to be my case than thine."
Over a while I"an and his sister helped him to stand, and one on either side of Taskes, with his arm round the neck of each, they slowly reached their house and placed him on I"an"s bed. The servant-man was summoned, and told to ride with all speed for a doctor. Taskes tried to speak, and signed that he might be lifted up in bed. Supported on I"an"s breast, and holding the brother"s and sister"s hands, he said "I know, dear John, a doctor can do me no good." And, looking towards Beaton, he told her to bring the man close to the bedside, for he had something to say before it might be too late.
The old servant approached. Taskes called him by name, and continued, "I am dying. None but ourselves know how I came by my end. You must bear witness for John, your master, that I declare it was all by my own mischance that I fell over a rock, and received my deadly hurt." He hadn"t strength to say more. I"an wiped the b.l.o.o.d.y froth from the sinking man"s lips, and tried to cheer him by saying, "Thou shalt live yet, my dear w.i.l.l.y, and be my brother."
Beaton, like one in a terrible dream, was unconscious of most that pa.s.sed, till Taskes, awakening from a long swoon, grasped her hand and moaned in sad accents, "Beaton, dear Beaton; if I could but live till we might be married, I should die more content. And my dear John," he continued, directing his gaze towards I"an, "promise me, for all the years we have been like brothers, to be ever kind to Beaton and to my--to our"--he gasped for breath--with a gurgling in his throat, blood oozed from his lips. Looking wistfully at Beaton, he grasped brother"s and sister"s joined hands with a death-grip; his head sunk on I"an"s breast; and thus w.i.l.l.y Taskes pa.s.sed away in his prime.
Beaton, distracted by sorrow, had to be forcibly taken from her lover"s bedside, and for weeks she seemed to be on the verge of madness. Her brother scarcely less grieved, tried to find some solace for his anguish in ordering that, in all respects, the funeral should be conducted as for one of his kindred. It was a custom with the I"ans, and a few other West Country families, to have their burials at night. So, a week after the fatal encounter, and in the summer evening"s twilight, w.i.l.l.y Taskes was borne out of the old mansion, carried by his former comrades, followed by I"an and by many neighbours to his last resting-place in St.
Levan Churchyard.
THE I"ANS QUIT TREEN.
She woke at length, but not as sleepers wake, Rather the dead, for life seem"d something new, A strange sensation which she must partake Perforce, since whatsoever met her view, Struck not her memory, though a heavy ache Lay at her heart, whose earliest beat, still true, Brought back the sense of pain without the cause, For, for a while, the furies made a pause.
BYRON.
I"an being reluctant to leave his sister all alone with her sorrow, procured a good seaman to command the _Mur_ for her next run. Fears were entertained that Beaton"s mind might become permanently deranged from excessive grief. She could seldom be induced to leave the room in which her lover died, and I"an, feeling a repugnance to sleep there, she took it for a bed-room, saying she intended to keep it because that apartment, with two or three others adjoining it, were bequeathed to her (as indeed they were, with their furniture), for her lifetime. For many days together she was never seen except by the aged servant, who, at the usual meal-times, took to the gloomy chamber food that was often removed untasted. Her spinning-wheel was thrown aside; yet she seemed occupied in some quiet mysterious way; and I"an, getting alarmed for the probable result of her sad seclusion, consulted a doctor, who, being an old friend of the family, came to visit Beaton without delay, and requested to be taken to her room without being announced. I"an entered, followed by the doctor, and saw Beaton in a window-recess, busily sewing; at the same time, so absorbed was she in singing a baby"s lullaby and rocking a cradle--in which there was no child, but a christening-dress with other articles of her infantile wardrobe--that she did not perceive her visitors. They noted, too, that the bed was covered with old dresses, in various beautiful fabrics, and that Beaton had been cutting them up, seemingly to waste. I"an annoyed to see this destruction of gay and costly gowns, said, "Sister dear, art thou going crazy to be cutting up thy best clothes?" "No, John," she replied, without looking up from her work; "yet methinks you are very rude thus to enter a lady"s bedchamber with so little ceremony. But men understand so little of women"s hearts," she continued, as if speaking to herself and taking no further notice of her brother; "little do they know that, when damsels don their gayest robes, they long for the time when they may cut them up for their babies" clothes. But is it to-morrow that is to be my wedding-day?"
demanded she. "Oh, dear w.i.l.l.y, where art thou? Do tell me. It was to have been some time before brother John came back. The banns called thrice, we are to be wedded before he returns; then he will love my w.i.l.l.y like he used to, and all will be right well."
Unconscious, seeming, of any presence save what her crazed fancy imaged, she looked towards her brother and the doctor, who now advanced and noticed there was no intelligence in her fixed gaze. She appeared to be looking within rather than at anything external, when she went on to say, "Our child, if a boy, shall be named William, after you, my love; but if a girl, it shall never be called Beatrice for me. I have often been told that the name, though a favourite one, has always been ill-starred in our family. Shall we call her Mary for your mother, or Agnes for mine? Any names of those we love sound sweet, like a dear mother"s. That I remember, and how she rocked me singing, "Lullaby, lullaby, littly maid Beatrice; angels protect thee, my darling.""
I"an, cut to the heart to see her thus, took her hand and said, "Sister, you are ill, dear, and our good friend, the doctor, is come to visit you." "Oh, how foolish people are," she replied, "I was never better in my life, yet our old Betty will have it that I don"t eat enough, what next I wonder? I am glad, however, he is come to visit us; our house seems lonely now, and he is a dear man--so kind, true, and hearty, I always liked him from a child, and how he enjoys his pipe and gla.s.s, dear man! I"ll leave my work now, and see that he be entertained with the best our house will afford."
Beaton folded her work, rose, pa.s.sed near their friend without recognition, and descended to the kitchen, where she gave orders for a sumptuous repast, though there was nothing in her house to furnish it.
She then returned to her work, saying that it would be time enough to dress for dinner in an hour or more, meanwhile her brother would entertain their guest, and the doctor would excuse her; for indeed she was very busy. Then she wailed, rather than sung,
"Twas down in the garden green, sweetheart, Where you and I did walk; But the fairest flower that in my garden grew Is withered to a stalk.
The doctor, perceiving her pitiably distracted state, advised I"an to remove her to a change of scene--far away if he could--and trust to an occurrence that might soon take place to do more to restore her reason than anything in his power. "Nature," he observed, "beats all doctors, and maternal instinct supplies the place of reason, now happily dormant for the a.s.suagement of her bleeding heart, poor dove."
The old servant, being called and questioned, she confirmed what the doctor surmised, and further informed him that she was aware of the intention of William and Beaton to be married during her master"s absence, trusting to have his forgiveness, when all was done; then possible to make amends for the thoughtlessness of youth and love.
The doctor"s advice tallied with I"an"s inclination. He had often thought, and at length determined, to leave the wreck of his property for his creditors, as it was deeply mortgaged, and the acc.u.mulated interest of many years unpaid. He would seek a home for himself and his sister in Brittany, where he had formed acquaintances, and where no fancied requirements of sham gentility and beggarly state would impede his endeavours to push his fortune by land or sea. Being a.s.sured that a trip across the Channel was likely to prove beneficial to Beaton, who had often been to sea and enjoyed life on the waves like the sea-bird after which the smuggler"s craft was named; wearing apparel, bedding, and a few heirlooms, of no great value, were soon packed so that they might be ready to leave when the _Mur_ next made sail for France. Their moveable furniture was placed in Beaton"s portion of the house, where two old servants were installed to keep possession for her of that, and also of some garden ground and pasture land in which she had a life interest. It was feared there might be some difficulty in persuading the poor demented woman to embark; yet, when the vessel was ready, by a harmless deception she was led to connect the proposed voyage, somehow, with going to meet her lover and hastening her bridal. So, one day, about a month after w.i.l.l.y was laid beneath the turf, I"an had a stone placed to mark the spot, and--following a very ancient custom in St.
Levan--planted rosemary, box, lillies, and other garden flowers on the grave, over which he and his crew shed many tears. The following night I"an, with his sister, bade farewell to the ancient home of their forefathers, now rendered doubly sad to him by the remembrance of Taskes"s ill-fated death, and his sister"s melancholy plight.
Little more was then heard of either brother or sister. Penberth men, belonging to I"an"s crew, purchased his share of their vessel, and before they left port, Beaton was lodged at a farm house, where she was kindly nursed; and it was hoped that, ere long, maternal cares might tend to restore her reason and somewhat relieve her anguish for her lover"s untimely death. I"an was well known at the port, where they had long traded, as an expert seaman and good navigator, and he soon obtained the command of a ship. For a long while the old servants lived in Beaton"s part of the house, hoping for her return, and cultivated the small quant.i.ty of ground that belonged to her. But no tidings ever reached them of either sister or brother; and when the two old servants died--it being supposed that their mistress was also dead, and her portion fallen in hand--I"an"s creditors took possession of it.
UNEXPECTED VISITORS.
With fairest flowers, Whilst summer lasts, and I live here, Fidele, I"ll sweeten thy sad grave.
_Cymbeline._
A little above Penberth Cove, and near the Green, there is an ancient cottage in an orchard. In this dwelling lived an old dame called Joan Taskes, who kept a kind of public-house, as liquors and other goods were entrusted to her, by smugglers, for sale.
One afternoon, about nineteen or twenty years after w.i.l.l.y"s death--when he and the I"ans were almost forgotten--An" Joan, whilst busy spinning flax with a treadle-turn heard a knock at her open door, and, thinking it was somebody come to buy liquor, or "honey-pins"--a sweet apple for which her orchard was noted--without rising she called out, "Come "e in cheeld, and don"t "e stay knacking at the door." But An" Joan was rather startled when, on looking round, she saw two ladies standing near her.
They were both tall. One appeared about fifty and the other near twenty years of age. Their dresses made her think they must be foreigners. The elder was clad in some kind of white woollen stuff, by whatever name one might call her garb: it had loose, hanging sleeves, and its ample folds were confined by a girdle to her waist. Over her head she wore a square of black serge; its ends hanging on her shoulders, and shading her face, gave it a pallid appearance, which was rendered somewhat ghastly by a white linen band across her forehead. The younger wore a silver-grey dress of more ordinary mode, and for head-dress a lace veil that covered, without concealing, her braided dark brown hair.
An" Joan, rising, drew out her form and said, "Pray be seated, ladies, and excuse me, as I thought you might have been some neighbours"
children knocking at the door."
"We called," the elder lady replied, "to enquire if there be any small dwelling unoccupied in Penberth, or Treen, or in any place near."
"Be pleased to sit, ladies, and leave me think a moment," said the dame; "but I havn"t heard of any place that would be good enough for you, and the only one I know of, close at hand, is Chynance. Why it seems to me,"
she continued, "as if I had heard the sound of your voice, years agone, somewhere, but can"t call "e to mind."
"Look at me well, Aunt Joan," the lady rejoined, "and tell me if you can think of anyone you ever saw like me."
The dame having adjusted her barnacles, peered at the lady"s face and at length said in tremulous tones, "You can"t be a spirit to come here high by day! Yet now I look at "e again there"s the dark brown eyes, straight nose, small mouth, and pitted chin of our poor lost Beatie! You can"t be she? But with that white band across your forehead one can"t see a lock of your hair; her"s was of the darkest chesnut colour; besides the black kerchief or scarf, over your head, shades your face."
"If you saw my hair, now nearly as white as your own, you wouldn"t know me by that," the lady answered. "But don"t be frightened, dear An"
Joan," continued she, in folding back her veil, "look again and you will see Beatrice I"an, and this dear girl is my daughter Mary."
An" Joan sprung from her seat, kissed Mary, clasped Beaton to her breast, and wept aloud for joy. She then took from her cupboard a bottle of brandy and another of sweet-drink (mead), filled two rummers with a mixture of the strong and sweet, saying, "Here, dears, drink this, and help yourselves to more while I get something for "e to eat before I hear another word."
The old dame skipped about as if the sight of Beaton and her daughter had made her twenty years younger.
In a few minutes An" Joan fried fish, boiled eggs, and placed on the board milk, cream, and b.u.t.ter, with bread and honey, apple pasties, a jug of beer, and more bottles of her choice cordials. When all three had done ample justice to the repast, Beaton, looking round the dwelling, said, "Now Aunt Joan, I am again at home and as happy as I can ever hope to be, but I always felt like one banished for all the years I dwelt in the land where Mary was born and bred. Everything here looks the same as long ago, when my delight was to run down for some of your choice fruit and sweet flowers, and to play with your turns till you learnt me to spin just as well as yourself." Seeing Mary"s gaze fixed on the dresser, she continued, "You may well admire that, dear, and all its shelves contain; a dresser is the crowning glory of every Cornish cottage. You have never seen such quaint looking old jugs, ornamented with queer figures and wry faces, grinning amidst flowers and fruit, as those on the upper shelf; see on the next there are bright coloured gla.s.ses with long threaded or twisted stems, and scores of rare pretty things besides, brought from over sea or saved from wrecks; the dresser-bed is covered with a cloth as white as snow, and many ladies would covet the bowls and other vessels of old china that rest on it; and one might take the bright pewter flagons and platters for silver. A bra.s.s warming-pan, such as you see on the other side, is an article for ornament rather than use, but every couple here, however poor, think they must get one before they be married. And that shelf of wooden trenches, b.u.t.ter-prints, mustard-bowls, and other "temberan things," scoured with "gard," have a look of cleanliness not to be surpa.s.sed by more costly furniture."
On the chimney-piece they might have noticed an hour-gla.s.s between tall bra.s.s candlesticks, branches of coral, sea-birds" eggs, sea-urchins, and foreign sh.e.l.ls. Turning to An" Joan, Beaton remarked as if delighted, "there, too, beside the door is the same sweet-brier; rosemary, thyme, and other sweet flowers, blooming all over the garden; and the house swarming with bees, as of old, coming and going through the open window, and alighting on your cap as if to tell "e they were going on well, and to see how you were looking."
"I hope, dears, you are now come home to live for the rest of your days," said Joan. "Your grand old house is cut to pieces, and three families dwelling in it; but most of your furniture is still there, packed away in the best chamber, all in that room as you left it, and the door hasn"t been unlocked for many years,--scarcely opened, indeed, since you last slept there." Beaton replied to the effect that during all the time she lived abroad, her greatest desire was to return and end her days where she was born, and to be buried beside the one she loved above all the world; and that she intended, after a short rest, to go along the cliff to church-town to see his grave, and that she wished to go alone.
"Poor dear w.i.l.l.y, the Lord rest with him," said An" Joan, "you will see by his grave that he hasn"t been forgotten. On his breast there"s a rosemary, the pride of my heart, grown to a bush that overtops his tombstone; a box-tree grows at the foot, and betwixt them sweet-brier, tansy, herb-of-grace, and such other long-lived and evergreen plants as are good for remembrance, besides a border of pinks and lillies. You"ll see that none in the church-hay have been more lovingly tended, for I and others have planted on his grave fresh flowers when old ones died."
When Cribba Head threw its shadow over the water, Beaton started on her sad pilgrimage, saying to her daughter, who wished to accompany her, "Remain, dear, with our old friend; tell her all about your uncle John, and how we lived in Brittany; she is longing to know but don"t like to ask."
The kind dame took Mary round her garden, well stocked with sweet old-fashioned flowers and many hives of bees; then pa.s.sing through her orchard from one tree of choice fruit to another, equally good, they came to a clear brook, overhung by branches weighed down by their load of apples, pears, and plums that often fell in the stream and floated out to sea, unless found on their pa.s.sage by children who often watched the water, gurgling among reeds and rocks below the orchard, for An"
Joan"s apples and plums.