CHAPTER VI.
THE SALE.
The Colonel would not expose himself even to the appearance of flight, but remained in the neighborhood manfully, and went personally to Manchester, before the court of bankruptcy, through which he pa.s.sed very easily. His name then appeared in the Manchester papers, and in the "Sootythorn Gazette," in the list of bankrupts.
Bailiffs were in possession of the house and estate of Wenderholme, and Mr. Jacob Ogden foreclosed his mortgages, by which he became owner of a fair portion of the land.
Finally, Wenderholme Hall and the remainder of the estate, including the Cottage, in which Mrs. Stanburne still resided, were sold by auction in the large room at the Thorn Inn at Sootythorn--the very place which the Colonel"s regiment of militia was accustomed to use as a mess-room.
Little had John Stanburne or his officers foreseen, whilst there consuming Mr. Garley"s substantial dinners, that the hammer of the auctioneer would one day there transfer Wenderholme from the name of Stanburne to another name--to what name?
The room was crowded. The sale was known all over Lancashire and Yorkshire. Compet.i.tors had come even from distant counties. Wenderholme had been a famous place since the fire, and the magnificent restoration which had succeeded to the fire. Drawings of it had appeared in the "Ill.u.s.trated London News," and, since the failure of the Sootythorn Bank, the creditors had cunningly caused a volume to be made in which the whole place was fully ill.u.s.trated and described. This volume they had widely circulated.
The sale had been announced for eight o"clock in the evening, and at ten minutes after eight precisely the auctioneer mounted his rostrum. He made a most elaborate speech, in which (with the help of the volume above mentioned) he went over every room in the house, describing, with vulgar magniloquence, all those glories which had cost John Stanburne so dear.
There was one person present to whom the description can hardly have been very agreeable. John Stanburne himself, from anxiety to know the future possessor, and the amount realized, had quietly entered the room unperceived, for every one was looking at the auctioneer. He had stationed himself near the wall, and there bore the infliction of this torture, his hat over his eyes.
At length all this eloquence had run dry, and the business of the evening began. The place was put up at 30,000, and no bid was to be made of less than 1,000 over its predecessor. The first two or three bids were made by persons with whom this history has no concern, but that for 35,000 was made by our friend Mr. John Stedman. Some one present called out "thirty-six," on which Mr. Stedman replied "thirty-seven," and there he ceased to bid. He knew that this was the value of the remaining estate;[20] he did not want the house. Philip Stanburne whispered something in his ear, after which he cried "forty-two," the last bid having been forty-one. After that he made no further offer, and Philip Stanburne"s countenance fell.
The bidding hitherto had been strictly of the nature of investment, but now the seekers after an eligible investment retired from the field, except one or two dealers in estates who intended to sell the place again, at a profit, by private contract, and who looked upon its architectural and other beauties as marketable qualities. These men went on to 47,000. The place had now reached what was called a "fancy price."
There was a man of rather short stature, with fair hair, a closely shaven face, a greasy cap on his head, a velveteen jacket on his back, and the rest of his person clothed in old corduroy. Fluffs of cotton were sticking about him, and he presented the general appearance of a rather respectable operative. He stood immediately before Philip Stanburne, who did not see his face, and was rather surprised to hear him call out, "Forty-eight."
"Forty-eight, gentlemen!" cried the auctioneer; "going at forty-eight thousand--forty-nine? Forty-nine--going at forty-nine! Come, who says fifty?--we must round the number, you know, gentlemen--who says fifty?
Going, going--forty-nine--only forty-nine, going--going"--
The man in the greasy cap said, "Fifty," and the auctioneer, after the usual delays, hearing no other voice amidst the breathless silence of the room, struck the decisive blow with his little hammer, and Wenderholme was sold.
Then the auctioneer beckoned to him the man in the greasy cap, and said in broad Lancashire, and in a tone of somewhat contemptuous familiarity, "You mun go and tell them as sent you here as they"ll have to pay hup one-third as deposit-money. One-third o" fifty thousand pound is sixteen thousand six hundred and sixty-six pound, thirteen and four-pence, and that"s what them as sent you here has got to pay hup. You can recklect that. It"s all sixes, n.o.bbut the one to start wi" and th" odd shillings."
The man in the greasy cap smiled quietly, and took out an old pocket-book. "You"ve got a pen and ink?"
"I"ll write it down for ye, if ye like. And stop--tell me th" name o"
them as sent ye."
"There"s no need; you"ll know it soon enough." And the man in the greasy cap took out a cheque-book, wrote a cheque, filled it, signed it, crossed it, and handed it to the auctioneer. The name signed was "Jacob Ogden," now owner of Wenderholme.
When the auctioneer perceived his error (for the name of Ogden was now mighty in the land), he was covered with confusion, and profuse in perspiration and apology. Jacob affected to forgive him, but in truth he had little to forgive, for no incident could have been more exquisitely agreeable to his feelings. To stand there in public, and in the dress he usually wore at the mill, to sign a heavy cheque, to buy a fine estate, to feel himself the most important man in the room, to be, in his greasy cap and velveteen jacket, the envied man, the observed of all observers, was for him a triumph sweeter than is the triumph of some fair lady, who, in her diamonds and her lace, and her exquisite cleanliness, shines in some great a.s.sembly with the purity of a lily and the splendor of a star.
CHAPTER VII.
A FRUGAL SUPPER.
Mrs. Ogden was sitting up for her son Jacob that night, and she had prepared him a little supper of toasted cheese. She had no positive knowledge of the object of his journey to Sootythorn. She was aware that Wenderholme would be sold by auction one of these days, but she did not know exactly whether her son intended to bid for it. There was not much talk generally between the two about the great financial matters--their money-talk ran chiefly upon minutiae, such as the wages of a servant or the purchase of a cow.
Notwithstanding the great increase of their riches, the mother and son still lived at Milend in their old simple manner. Mrs. Ogden still made all Jacob"s shirts and stockings, and still did a great deal of the cooking. The habits of her life had been formed many years before, and she could not endure to depart from them, even when the departure would have been an increase to her comfort. Thus she continued to keep only one girl as a servant, and did most of the work of the house with her own hands. Her happiness depended upon abundance and regularity of occupation; and she acted much more wisely in keeping up the activity of her habits, even though these habits may have been in themselves somewhat inconsistent with her pecuniary position, than she would have done if she had exposed herself to the certain _ennui_ of attempting to play the fine lady.
The girl was gone to bed when Jacob Ogden came back from Sootythorn, and his mother was seated by the kitchen-fire, darning one of his stockings and superintending the toasted cheese. The kitchen at Milend was a clean and s.p.a.cious room, with stone floor nicely sanded, and plenty of hams and oat-cakes hanging from the ceiling. There was a great clock too in one corner, with shining case, and a rubicund figure above the dial, by which were represented the phases of the moon.
The old lady had laid out a small supper-table in the kitchen, and when Jacob came back she told him he was to have his supper there, "for th"
fire "ad gone out i" th" parlor."
So he sat down to eat his toasted cheese, which was a favorite supper of his, and whilst he was eating, his mother took a little oatmeal-porridge with treacle. She rather feared the effects of toasted cheese, believing porridge to be more easily digested.
Neither one nor the other said any thing about the object of the journey to Sootythorn during supper, and there was nothing in Jacob"s face to indicate either extraordinary news or unusual elation. In fact, so accustomed was Jacob Ogden to purchasing estates, that he had little of the feeling of elation which attends the young beginner; and after that momentary triumph at Garley"s Hotel, any excitement which he may have felt had subsided, and left in his mind no other feeling than the old spirit of calculation. It was the very first time in his life that he had gone beyond the principle of investment, and paid something over and above for the mere gratification of his fancy or his pride, and his reflections were not of unmixed self-congratulation. "Anyhow," he said to himself, "it"ll be Ogden of Wendrum, J.P."
However late Jacob Ogden took his supper, he must necessarily smoke his pipe after it (one pipe), and drink his gla.s.s of grog. His mother usually went to bed as soon as the water boiled, but this evening she kept moving about in the kitchen, first finding one little thing to set to rights, and then another. At last she stood still in the middle of the floor, and said,--
"Our Jacob!"
"What, mother?"
"Wherestabeen?"[21]
"Why, you knoan that weel enough, I reckon. I"n been Sootythorn road."
"And what "as ta been doin"?"
"Nowt n.o.bbut what"s reet."[22]
"What "as there been at Sootythorn?"
"There"s been a sale."
""An[23] they been sellin" a mill?"
"Noah."
"And what _"an_ they been sellin"?"
"Wendrum "All."
"And who"s bout it?"
"I have."
"And what "an ye gin for"t?"
"Fifty thousand."
"Why, it"s ta mich by th" "auve!"
""Appen."