I, Thou, and the Other One: A Love Story - Amelia Barr

Barr Amelia E.

I, Thou, and the Other One: A Love Story

CHAPTER FIRST

THE ATHELINGS

Beyond Thirsk and Northallerton, through the Cleveland Hills to the sea eastward, and by Roseberry Topping, northward, there is a lovely, lonely district, very little known even at the present day. The winds stream through its hills, as cool and fresh as living water; and whatever beauty there is of mountain, valley, or moorland, Farndale and Westerdale can show it; while no part of England is so rich in those picturesque manor-houses which have been the homes of the same families for twenty generations.

The inhabitants of this region are the incarnation of its health, strength, and beauty,a tall, comely race; bold, steadfast, and thrifty, with very positive opinions on all subjects. There are no Laodiceans among the men and women of the North-Riding; they are one thing or anotherEpiscopalians or Calvinists; Conservatives or Radicals; friends or enemies. For friendship they have a capacity closer than brotherhood. Once friends, they are friends forever, and can be relied on in any emergency to aid, comfort, and abet, legally or otherwise, with perhaps a special zest to give assistance, if it just smacks of the otherwise.

Of such elements, John Atheling, lord of the manors of Atheling and Belward, was kindly mixed, a man of towering form and great mental vigour, blunt of speech, single of purpose, leading, with great natural dignity, a sincere, unsophisticated life. He began this story one evening in the May of 1830; though when he left Atheling manor-house, he had no idea anything out of the customary order of events would happen. It is however just these mysterious conditions of everyday life that give it such gravity and interest; for what an hour will bring forth, no man can say; and when Squire Atheling rode up to the crowd on the village green, he had no presentiment that he was going to open a new chapter in his life.

He smiled pleasantly when he saw its occasion. It was a wrestling match; and the combatants were his own chief shepherd and a stranger. In a few moments the shepherd was handsomely thrown and nobody knew exactly how it had been done. But there was hearty applause, led by the Squire, who, nodding at his big ploughman, cried out, Now then, Adam Sedbergh, stand up for Atheling! Adam flung off his vest and stepped confidently forward; but though a famous wrestler among his fellows, he got as speedy and as fair a fall as the shepherd had received before him. The cheers were not quite as hearty at this result, but the Squire said peremptorily,

It is all right. Hold my horse, Jarum. Ill have to cap this match myself. And stand back a bit, men, I want room enough to turn in. He was taking off his fine broadcloth coat and vest as he spoke, and the lad he was to match, stood looking at him with his hands on his hips, and a smile on his handsome face. Perhaps the attitude and the smile nettled the Squire, for he added with some pride and authority,

I would like you to know that I am Squire Atheling; and I am not going to have a better wrestler than myself in Atheling Manor, young man, not if I can help it.

I know that you are Squire Atheling, answered the stranger. I have been living with your son Edgar for a year, why wouldnt I know you? And if I prove myself the better man, then you shall stop and listen to me for half-an-hour, and you may stop a whole hour, if you want to; and I think you will.

I know nothing about Edgar Atheling, and I am not standing here either to talk to thee, or to listen to thee, but to give thee a fair throw if I can manage it. He stretched out his left hand as he spoke, and the young man grasped it with his right hand. This result was anticipated; there was a swift twist outward, and a lift upward, and before anyone realised what would happen, a pair of shapely young legs were flying over the Squires shoulder. Then there rose from twenty Yorkshire throats a roar of triumph, and the Squire put his hands on his hips, and looked complacently at the stranger flicking the Atheling dust from his trousers. He took his defeat as cheerily as his triumph. It was a clever throw, Squire, he said.

Try it again, lad.

Nay, I have had enough.

I thought so. Now then, dont brag of thy wrestling till thou understandest a bit of In-play. But Ill warrant thou canst talk, so Ill give myself a few minutes to listen to thee. I should say, I am twice as old as thou art, but I notice that it is the babes and sucklings that know everything, these days.

As the Squire was speaking, the youth leaped into an empty cart which someone pushed forward, and he was ready with his answer,

Squire, he said, it will take not babes, but men like you and these I see around me, for the wrestling match before us all. What we have to tackle is the British Government and the two Houses of Parliament.

The Squire laughed scornfully. They will throw thee into the strongest jail in England, my lad; they will sink thee four feet under ground, if thou art bound for any of that nonsense.

They will have enough to do to take care of themselves soon.

Thou art saying more than thou knowest. Wouldst thou have the horrors of 1792 acted over again, in England? My lad, I was a youngster then, but I saw the red flag, dripping with blood, go round the Champ-de-Mars.

None of us want to carry the red flag, Squire. It is the tri-colour of Liberty we want; and that flagin spite of all tyrants can dowill be carried round the world in glory! When I was in America

Wilt thou be quiet about them foreign countries? We have bother enough at home, without going to the worlds end for more. And I will have no such talk in my manor. If thou dost not stop it, I shall have to make thee.

King William, and all his Lords and Commons, cannot stop such talk. It is on every honest tongue, and at every decent table. It is in the air, Squire, and the winds of heaven carry it wherever they go.

If thou saidst William Cobbett, thou mightst happen hit the truth. The winds of heaven have better work to do. What art thou after anyway?

Such a Parliamentary Reform as will give every honest man a voice in the Government.

Just so! Thou wouldst make the door of the House of Commons big enough for any rubbish to go through.

The plan has been tried, Squire, in America; and

Stop there! roared the Squire. Nonsense in poetry is a bit worse than any other kind of nonsense. Speak in plain words, or be done with it! Do you know what you want?

That we do. We want the big towns, where working men are the many, and rich men, the few, to be represented. We want all sham boroughs thrown out. What do you think of Old Sarum sending a member to Parliament, when there isnt any Old Sarum? There used to be, in the days of King Edward the First, but there is now no more left of it than there is of the Tower of Babel. What do you think of the Member for Ludgershall being not only the Member, but the whole constituency of Ludgershall? What do you think of Gatton having just seven voters, and sending two members to Parliament?then leaning forward, and with burning looks drinking the wind of his own passionate speechWhat do you think of Leeds! Manchester! Birmingham! Sheffield! being without any representation!

My lad, cried the Squire, have not Leeds, Manchester, Birmingham, Sheffield, done very well without representation?

Squire, a child may grow to a man without love and without care; but he is a robbed and a wronged child, for all that.

The Government knows better than thee what to do with big towns full of unruly men and women.

That is just the question. They are not represented, because they are made up of the working population of England. But the working man has not only his general rights, he has also rights peculiar to his condition; and it is high time these rights were attended to. Yet these great cities, full of woollen and cotton weavers, and of fine workers in all kinds of metals, have not a man in Parliament to say a word for them.

What is there to say? What do they want Parliament to know? asked the Squire, scornfully.

They want Parliament to know that they are being forced to work twelve hours a day, for thirty pennies a week; and that they have to pay ten pennies for every four-pound loaf of bread. And they expect that when Parliament knows these two facts, something will be done to help them in their poverty and misery. They believe that the people of England will compel Parliament to do something.

There are Members in both Houses that know these things, why do they not speak?if it was reasonable to do so.

Squire, they dare not. They have not the power, even if they had the will. The Peers and the great Landlords own two-thirds of the House of Commons. They own their boroughs and members, just as they own their parks and cattle. One duke returns eleven members; another duke returns nine members; and such a city as Manchester cannot return one! If this state of things does not need reforming, I do not know what does.

So far his words had rushed rattling on one another, like the ring of iron on iron in a day of old-world battle; but at this point, the Squire managed again to interrupt them. From his saddle he had something of an advantage, as he called out in an angry voice,

And pray now, what are you to make by this business? Is it a bit of brassor landor power that you look forward to?

None of them. I have set my heart on the goal, and not on the prize. Let the men who come after me reap; I am glad enough if I may but plough and sow. The Americans

Chaff, on the Americans! We are North-Riding men. We are Englishmen. We are sound-hearted, upstanding fellows who do our days work, enjoy our meat and drinking, pay our debts, and die in our beds; and we want none of thy Reform talk! It is all scandalous rubbish! Bouncing, swaggering, new-fashioned trumpery! We dont hold with Reformers, nor with any of their ways! I will listen to thee no longer. Thou mayst talk to my men, if they will be bothered with thee. Im not afraid of anything thou canst say to them.

I think they will be bothered with me, Squire. They do not look like fools.

At any rate, there isnt one Reform fool among them; but Ill tell thee somethinggo to a looking-glass, and thou mayst shake thy fist in the face of one of the biggest fools in England,and to the laughter this sally provoked the Squire galloped away.

For a short distance, horse and rider kept up the pace of enthusiasm; but when the village was left behind, the Squires mood fell below its level; and a sudden depression assailed him. He had thrown his man; he had threeped him down in argument; but he had denied his son, and he brought a hungry heart from his victory. The bright face of his banished boy haunted the evening shadows; he grew sorrowfully impatient at the memories of the past; and when he could bear them no longer, he struck the horse a smart blow, and said angrily,

Dal it all! Sons and daughters indeed! A bitter, bitter pleasure!

At this exclamation, a turn in the road brought him in sight of two horsemen. Whew! I am having a night of it! he muttered. For he recognised immediately the portly figure of the great Duke of Richmoor, and he did not doubt that the slighter man at his side was his son, Lord Exham. The recognition was mutual; and on the Dukes side very satisfactory. He quickened his horses speed, and cried out as he neared the Squire,

Well met, Atheling! You are the very man I wished to see! Do you remember Exham?

There was a little complimentary speaking, and then the Duke said earnestly: Squire, if there is one thing above another that at this time the landed interest ought to do, it is to stand together. The country is going to the devil; it is on the verge of revolution. We must have a majority in the next Parliament; and we want you for the borough of Asketh. Exham has come back from Italy purposely to take Gaythorne. What do you say?

It was the great ambition of the Squire to go to Parliament, and the little dispute he had just had with the stranger on the green had whetted this desire to a point which made the Dukes question a very interesting one to him; but he was too shrewd to make this satisfaction apparent. There are younger men, Duke, he answered slowly; and they who go to the next Parliament will have a trying time of it. I hear queer tales, too, of Parliament men; and the House keeps late hours; and late hours never did suit my constitution.

Come, Atheling, that is poor talk at a crisis like this. There will be a meeting at the Castle on Fridaya very important meetingand I shall expect you to take the chair. We are in for such a fight as England has not had since the days of Oliver Cromwell; and it would not be like John Atheling to keep out of it.

It wouldnt. If there is anything worth fighting for, John Atheling will be thereabouts, Ill warrant him.

Then we may depend upon youFriday, and two in the afternoon, is the day and the hour. You will not fail us?

Duke, you may depend upon me. And so the men parted; the Squire, in the unexpected proposal just made him, hardly comprehending the messages of friendly courtesy which Lord Exham charged him to deliver to Mrs. and Miss Atheling.

My word! My word! he exclaimed, as soon as the Duke and he were far enough back to back. Wont Maude be set up? Wont little Kitty plume her wings? and in this vague, purposeless sense of wonder and elation he reached his home. The gates to the large, sweet garden stood open, but after a moments thought, he passed them, and went round to the farm court at the back of the house. The stables occupied one side of this court, and he left his horse there, and proceeded to the kitchen. The girls were starting the fires under the coppers for the quarterly brewing; they said the Missis was in the houseplace, and the Squire opened the door between the two rooms, and went into the houseplace. But the large room was empty, though the lattices were open, and a sudden great waft of honeysuckle fragrance saluted him as he passed them. He noticed it, and he noticed also the full moonlight on the rows of shining pewter plates and flagons, though he was not conscious at the time that these things had made any impression upon him.

Two or three steps at the west end of this room led to a door which opened into Mrs. Athelings parlour; and the Squire passed it impatiently. The news of the night had become too much for him; he wanted to tell his wife. But Mrs. Atheling was not in her parlour. A few ash logs were burning brightly on the hearth, and there was a round table spread for supper, and the candles were lit, and showed him the mistresss little basket containing her keys and her knitting, but neither wife nor daughter were to be seen.