The Paper Cap. A Story of Love and Labor - Amelia Barr 2 стр.

Jane knows enough of the times to understand why people are now often prevented from keeping their promises. Is Jane going much out?

A great deal and she says Lord Leyland wishes her to keep open house for the rest of the season. Of course, I ought to be with her.

I see no ought in the matter.

She is my sister and can introduce me to noblemen and distinguished people. She desires me to come at once. I have just had a letter from her. And what about my frocks, mother? If father is not ready to go you could go with me, dear mother! That would be just as well, perhaps better! And she said these flattering words from the very summit of her splendid eyes.

There are people here in Annis who are wanting bread and

It is their own fault, mother, and you know it. The Annis weavers are a lot of stubborn old fogies.

They have only taken this world as they found it. Isnt that right?

No. It is all wrong. Every generation ought to make it better. You said that to father last night, I heard you.

I doant always talk to thy father as I do to thee. It wouldnt be a bit suitable. Whatever were thou talking to Captain Chandos for if he is a captain I doubt it.

His uncle bought him a commission in The Scotch Greys. His mother is Scotch. I suppose he has as much right there, as the rest of the Hanover fools.

And if thou are going to indulge thyself in describing people in the army and the court thou wilt get thy father into trouble.

I saw father talking to Squire Bradley for a long time this morning.

In what mood? I hope they were not quarreling.

They were disputing rather earnestly, father looked troubled, and so did Bradley.

They were talking of the perishing poor and the dreadful state of. England no doubt. Its enough to trouble anybody, Im sure of that.

So it is, but then father has a bad way of making things look worse than they are. And he isnt friendly with Bradley now. That seems wrong, mother, after being friends all their live-long lives.

It is wrong. It is a bit of silent treason to each other. It is that! And how did thou happen to see them talking this morning?

They met on the village green. I think Bradley spoke first.

Ill warrant it. Bradley is varry good-natured, and he thought a deal o thy father. How did thou happen to be on the green so early in the day?

I was sitting with Faith Foster, and her parlor window faces the Green.

Faith Foster! And pray what took thee to her house?

I was helping her to sew for a lot of Annis babies that are nearly naked, and perishing with cold.

That was a varry queer thing for thee to do.

I thought so myself even while I was doing it but Faith works as she likes with everyone. You cant say No to anything she wants.

Such nonsense! Im fairly astonished at thee.

Have you ever seen Faith, mother?

Not I! It is none o my place to visit a Methodist preachers daughter.

Everybody visits her rich and poor. If you once meet her she can bring you back to her as often as she wishes.

Such women are very dangerous people to know. Id give her a wide border. Keep thyself to thyself.

I am going to London. Maybe, mother, I ought to tell you that our Dick is in love with Faith Foster. I am sure he is. I do not see how he can help it.

Dick and his father will hev that matter to settle, and there is enough on hand at present what with mills, and steam, and working men, not to speak of rebellion, and hunger, and sore poverty. Dicks love affairs can wait awhile. He hes been in love with one and twenty perfect beauties already. Some of them were suitable fine girls, of good family, and Lucy Todd and Amy Schofield hed a bit of money of their awn. Father and I would hev been satisfied with either o them, but Dick shied off from both and went silly about that French governess that was teaching the Saville girls.

I do not think Dick will shy off from Faith Foster. I am sure that he has never yet dared to say a word of love to her.

Dared! What nonsense! Dick wasnt born in Yorkshire to take a dare from any man or woman living.

Well, mother, I have made you wise about Faith Foster. A word is all you want.

I the girl pretty?

Pretty She is adorable.

You mean that she is a fine looking girl?

I mean that she is a little angel. You think of violets if she comes where you are. Her presence is above a charm and every door flies open to her. She is very small. Mary Saville, speaking after her French governess, calls her petite. She is, however, beautifully fashioned and has heavenly blue, deep eyes.

Tell me nothing more about her. I should never get along with such a daughter-in-law. How could thou imagine it?

Now, mother, I have told you all my news, what have you to say to me about London?

I will speak to thy father some time to-day. I shall hev to choose both a proper way and a proper time; thou knows that. Get thy frocks ready and I will see what can be done.

If father will not take me, I shall write to Aunt Josepha.

Thou will do nothing of that kind. Thy Aunt Josepha is a very peculiar woman. We heard from the Wilsons that she hed fairly joined the radicals and was heart and soul with the Cobden set. In her rough, broad way she said to Mrs. Wilson, that steam and iron and red brick had come to take possession of England and that men and women who could not see that were blind fools and that a pinch of hunger would do them good. She even scolded father in her letter two weeks ago, and father her eldest brother. Think of that! I was shocked, and father felt it far more than I can tell thee. Why! he wouldnt hev a mouthful of lunch, and that day we were heving hare soup; and him so fond of hare soup.

I remember. Did father answer that letter?

I should think he did. He told Josepha Temple a little of her duty; he reminded her, in clear strong words, that he stood in the place of her father, and the head of the Annis family, and that he had a right to her respect and sympathy.

What did Aunt Josepha say to that?

She wrote a laughable, foolish letter back and said: As she was two years older than Antony Annis she could not frame her mouth to father him, but that she was, and always would be, his loving sister. You see Josepha Temple was the eldest child of the late squire, your father came two years after her.

Did you know that Dick had been staying with her for a week?

Yes. Dick wrote us while there. Father is troubled about it. He says Dick will come home with a factory on his brain.

You must stand by Dick, mother. We are getting so pinched for money you know, and Lydia Wilson told me that everyone was saying: Father was paying the mens shortage out of his estate. They were sorry for father, and I dont like people being sorry for him.

And pray what has Lydia Wilson to do with thy fathers money and business? Thou ought to have asked her that question. Whether thou understands thy father or not, whatever he does ought to be right in thy eyes. Men dont like explaining their affairs to anyone; especially to women, and I doant believe they iver tell the bottom facts, even to themselves.

Mother, if things come to the worst, would it do for me to ask Jane for money?

I wonder at thee. Jane niver gives or lends anything to anybody, but to Jane.

Mother, if things come to the worst, would it do for me to ask Jane for money?

I wonder at thee. Jane niver gives or lends anything to anybody, but to Jane.

She says she is going to entertain many great people this winter and she wishes me to meet them so I think she might help me to make a good appearance.

I wouldnt wonder if she asked thy father to pay her for introducing thee into the titled set. She writes about them and talks about them and I dare warrant dreams about them.

Oh, mother!

Does she ever forget that she has managed to become Lady Leyland? She thinks that two syllables before her name makes her better than her own family. Chut! Katherine! Leyland is only the third of the line. It was an official favor, too what merit there is in it has not yet been discovered. We have lived in this old house three hundred years, and three hundred before that in old Britain.

Old Britain?

To be sure in Glamorganshire, I believe. Ask thy father. He knows his genealogy by heart. I see him coming. Go and meet him.

Yes, mother, but I think I will write a short note to Aunt Josepha. I will not name business, nor money, nor even my desire to make a visit to London.

Write such a letter if thou wishes but take the result whatever it is in a good humor. Remember that thy aunts temper, and her words also, are entirely without frill.

That, of course. It is the Annis temper.

It is the English temper.

Well, mother, things seem to be ordered in a very unhappy fashion but I suppose we might as well take to them at once. Indeed, we shall be compelled to do it, if so be, it pleases them above.

Just so, answered Madam. But, Katherine, The Hands of Compulsion generally turn out to be The Hands of Compassion.

Katherine smiled happily, the door opened, and the next moment she gave the smile in a kiss to her father, as he clasped her fondly in his arms, crying, Eh, my joy! I am glad to see thee! Then the two women made that charming fuss over his tired look, which is so consoling to men fresh from the slings and arrows of an outrageous world that will not do as they want it to do.

In his family life the squire still retained many old-fashioned customs, and his dinner at one oclock was a settled ceremony. This day, in the very middle of it, Katherine said, I saw you, father, this morning when you were talking to Mr. Bradley on the Green about ten oclock.

And I saw thee trailing through the low meadows with Bradleys son.

Yes, he came home last night.

And went out t varry next morning, to meet thee in t low meadow.

If you say, he happened to meet me in the low meadow, it would be better.

Whativer hed the lad to do in my meadow so early in the morning?

Do you call half-past ten early, dad?

I call it too early for thee to be traipsing through t wet grass with Henry Bradley.

Let us keep to facts, dear father. The grass was quite dry too dry. Joel was wishing for rain; he said, Master so pampered his cattle, that they perfectly thought scorn of half-cured grass.

Thou art trying to slip by my question and Im not going to let thee do it. What was John Henry Bradley doing wi thee in the low meadow this morning?

He brought me a letter from my brother Dick. Dick and Harry have been in London together, and they stayed four days with Aunt Josepha. They liked her very much. They took her to the opera and the play and she snubbed OConnell and some other famous men and told them to let her alone, that she had two innocent lads in her care and so on. You know.

Was he making love to thee?

You should not ask me a question of that kind, dad.

Thou need not tell me, what I should, or should not do. I hed learned all that, before thou wer born. And Ill tell thee plainly that I will not hev any lovemaking between thee and Harry Bradley.

Very well, father. If you are going to the stable will you tell someone to have my saddle horse at the door in half-an-hour?

To be sure, I will. If tha wants a ride and will go to Yoden Bridge, Ill go with thee.

I would like that but I promised to help Faith Foster, who is making clothing for the naked, shivering babies in Annis village. When Oddys little girl died a week ago, there wasnt a night-gown in the house to bury it in. Its mother tore a breadth out of her one petticoat and folded her baby in it.

Oh, Katherine Annis! Surely that tale is not true! cried Madam.

Alas, it is too true! The babys one little gown was not fit even for the grave.

The Squire sat down and covered his face with his hands and when Katherine left the room he looked up pitifully at his wife. And she stooped and kissed him and as she did so comforted him with broken words of affection and assurances that it was not his fault thou hast pinched us all a bit to keep the cottage looms busy, she said, thou couldnt do more than that, could thou, Antony?

I thought I was doing right. Is there any other way?

Thou could build like the rest.

He did not answer the remark but stood up hurriedly, saying, I must go and order Katherines mount and she will expect me to put her up. After that I may go to Yoden Bridge.

Madam sighed and turned hopelessly away. When will he listen to reason? she whispered, but there was no answer.

CHAPTER II THE PROSPECT OF LONDON LIFE

IT is during the hungry years of the thirties and forties of the nineteenth century that the great body of Englishmen and Englishwomen reveal themselves most nobly and clearly in their national character. They were years of hunger and strife but it is good to see with what ceaseless, persistent bravery they fought for their ideals year after year, generation after generation, never losing hope or courage but steadily working and waiting for the passage of that great Reform Bill, which would open the door for their recognition at least as members of the body politic.

Yet this Reform Bill terrified the aristocracy and great land holders and they were sure that its passage would sweep away both the monarchy and the House of Lords. What else could be looked for if the franchise was given to the laborer and the mechanic? The Bill had been well received by the House of Commons, but rejected by the House of Lords on the twentieth day of the previous October; and the condition of the country was truly alarming.

Madam Annis reminded her daughter of this fact but Katherine was not to be frightened. Your father, she said, has just told us about the riot and outrages at Derby and the burning of Nottingham Castle by a frantic mob and the press says the people in London are restless and full of passion. Still more to be wondered at is the letter which Thomas Attwood, the great banker, has just sent to the Duke of Wellington. In this letter he dared to threaten the government, to tell them he would march on London with a hundred thousand men, in order to inquire why the Reform Bill was hindered and delayed. This mornings paper comments on this threat and says, The Duke of Wellington is not afraid of this visit, but would rather it was not paid. All the way up to London there is rioting. It is not a fit journey for thee to take. Mind what I say.