Sabine Baring-Gould
Arminell, Vol. 3 / A Social Romance
CHAPTER XXVII.
THE TURN OF THE TIDE
Giles Saltren caught an express and whirled down into the west. He had not taken a ticket for Orleigh Road Station, as he did not choose to get out there, but at the nearest town, and there he hired a light trap in which he was driven to within half a mile of Chillacot, where he dismissed the vehicle and walked on.
He had resolved what to do. He would pay a hasty visit to his mother and then go on to the village, and perhaps call at the Rectory. He must show himself as much as possible.
He had hardly left the trap, when, on turning a corner, he came on Samuel Ceely and Joan Melhuish walking together, arm in arm. The sight brought the blood into his pale face. He was behind the pair, and he was able to notice the shabbiness of the old man and the ungainliness of his walk. This man was his father. To him, the meanest in the parish not to his lordship, the highest must he look as the author of his being.
Joan Melhuish knew nothing of Samuels love affair with Marianne Welsh. She looked up to and admired the cripple, seeing him in the light of her girlish fancy, as the handsome, reckless gamekeeper.
Giless foot lagged, but he kept his eyes steadily on the man slouching along before him. A new duty had fallen on him. He must provide for the cripple, without allowing the secret of his relationship to become known, both for the sake of his mother and for that of the trusting Joan.
Samuel Ceely heard his step and turned his head, disengaged his arm from the woman, and extended the mutilated hand towards the young man.
I say I say! began he, with his water-blue eyes fixed eagerly on Jingles. I was promised a place; Miss Arminell herself said I should have work, two shillings a day, sweeping, and now they say she has gone away and left no directions about me. If you can put in a word with my lady, or with my lord, mind that I was promised it.
How can you, Samuel, speak of my lord, when you know he is dead?
My lord is not dead, answered the old man sharply. Master Giles is now my lord. I know what I am about.
And Samuel would do the work wonderfully well, threw in Joan; of all the beautifulest things that ever I see, is Samuels sweeping. If they were to give prizes for that as they do for ploughing, Samuel would be rich.
I should like, said Giles, to have some particulars about my lords death.
Tis a terrible job, sure enough, answered the woman. And folks tell strange tales about it, not half of em is true. Theyve sat on him this afternoon.
The inquest already?
Yes, to be sure. You see he died o Saturday, so he was crowned to-day. Couldnt do it yesterday.
And what was the verdict? I have been to Huxham to-day this was the nearest town.
Samuel can tell you better than I, sir, I dont understand these things. But it do seem a funny thing to crown a man when he is dead.
What was the verdict? asked Giles of Samuel.
Well, said the old man, shaking his head. It puzzled the jury a bit. Some said it was an accident, and some that it was murder; but the worst of it all is, that it will drive my sweeping at two shillings out of the heads of my lady and Miss Arminell. Theyll be so took up wi ordering of mourning that theyll not think of me which is a crying shame. If his lordship could but have lived another week till I was settled into my sweeping and victuals, he might have died and welcome, but to go interfering like between me and two shillings, is that provoking I could swear. Not that I say it was his lordships fault, and I lay no blame on him, but folks do say, that
There now, Samuel, interrupted Joan. This is young Mr. Saltren you are speaking to and you are forgetting.
Im not forgetting, grumbled the old man; dont you be always of a flurrying me. Why, if I had had my situation as was promised me, we might have married and reared a family. I reckon one can do that on two shillings a day, and broken victuals from the kitchen. I might take the case into court and sue Captain Saltren for damages.
Hush Samuel, interposed Joan nervously, looking at Giles.
I aint a-going to be hushed like a baby, said Samuel Ceely irritably; I reckon if I dont get my place, we cant marry, and have a family, and where will my domestic happiness be? I tell you, them as chucked his lordship down the Cleave, chucked my family as was to be down with him, and if I cant bring em into court for murdering his lordship, I can for murdering my family, of as healthy and red-cheeked children as might have been all gone, said the old man grimly. All, head over heels down the Cleave, along of Lord Lamerton.
How can you talk so? said Joan, reproachfully. You know you have no children.
I might have had a dozen of em seven girls and five boys, and Id got the names for them all in my head. I might have had if Id got the sweeping and the broken victuals as I was promised. Whats the difference in wickedness, Id like to know? asked the old man sententiously, and figuring out his proposition on Saltrens coat with his crooked fingers. Whats the odds in wickedness, chucking over a horrible precipice a dozen sweet and innocent children as is, or as is to be, my family was as certain as new potatoes in June, and now all gone, chucked down the Cleave. It is wickedness.
What is that you hinted about Captain Saltren? asked Giles gravely.
Oh, I say nothing, answered old Samuel sourly. I dont talk I leave that to the woman.
It does seem a pity, said Joan. Samuel would have been so useful. He might have gone about the park picking up the sandwich-papers and the corks and bottles, after the public.
But, said the young man, I really wish to know what the talk is about in which my fathers name is introduced.
Sir, sir! folks tongues go like the clappers in the fields to drive away the blackbirds. A very little wind makes em rattle wonderfully.
But what have they said?
Well Joan hesitated. She was a woman of delicate feeling. Well, sir, you must not think there is anything in it. Tongues cannot rest, and what they say to-day they unsay to-morrow. Some think that as the captain was so bitter against his lordship, and denounced him as ordained to destruction, that he may have had a helping hand in his death. But, sir, the captain did not speak so strong as Mr. Welsh, and nobody says that Mr. Welsh laid a finger on him. Why should they try to fix it on your father and not on your uncle? But, sir, there is no call to fix it on any one. I might walk over the edge of the Cleave. If a man goes over the brink, I reckon he needs no help to make him go to the bottom.
The jury couldnt agree, Joan, said Samuel. Two of em wanted to bring in wilful murder against the captain.
So they did against his lordship in the case of Arkie Tubb. But that was nonsense. His lordship wasnt there. And this is nonsense, just the same.
But the captain was nigh. Mr. Macduff saw him.
Well, and he might have seen me, and he did see me a little while afore, as I was coming from Court with some baccy money for you, Samuel. That dont follow that I killed his lordship. Mr. Macduff seed also Farmer Yoles old grey mare. Be you a going accusing of that old mare of having had a hoof in his lordships death?
Where did Mr. Macduff see my father? asked the young man.
On the down. But he didnt see him speak to his lordship, and he couldnt tell to half an hour or three-quarters when it was. So the crowner discharged the jury, just as he did in the case of Arkie, and he got together another, and they found that his lordship had done it accidental.
For all that, growled Samuel, folks will always say that the captain helped him over, as he was so set against him.
Then, said Joan, it is a shame and a sin if they do. It is one thing to talk against a person, and another thing to lift a hand against him. Ive said hard things of you, scores of times; Ive said you never ought to have taken the game and sent it off by the mail-cart when you was keeper, and that you couldnt have blown off your hand if youd not gone poaching, nor put out your hip if youd been sober Ive said them cruel things scores o times, but never laid a finger on you to hurt you. I couldnt do it as you know very well.
She cast an affectionate glance at the cripple; then she went on, Lord! I forgive and excuse all the frolics of your youth; and folks always says things rougher than they mean them.
Instead of going on to Chillacot, as he had at first intended, Giles now resolved on following the road to the village, and returning home later. He must lose no time in showing himself. He trusted that in the excitement caused by the death of Lord Lamerton no questions would be raised about Arminell, and any little suspicions which might have been awakened by her sudden departure would be allayed.
He was not altogether easy about his father, nor satisfied with Joans justification of him. That the jury had returned a verdict of accidental death was a relief to his mind, but it made him uncomfortable to think that suspicion against his father should be entertained. Giles had little or no knowledge of his fathers new craze. He knew that the captain was a fanatic who went heart and soul with whatever commended itself to his reason or prejudice. At one time he took up hotly the subject of vegetarianism, then he became infatuated with Anglo-Israelism, then he believed vehemently in a quack syrup he saw advertised in a Christian paper, warranted to cure all disorder; after that he became possessed with the teetotal mania, and attributed all the evils in the world, war, plagues, earthquakes, popery, and foot-and-mouth disease to the use of alcohol. Recently he had combined his religious vagaries with political theories, and had made a strange stir-about of both. His trouble at losing his situation as captain of the manganese mine, and his irritation against the railway company for wanting Chillacot had combined to work him into a condition of unusual excitability. Giles had heard that his father had seen a vision, but of what sort he had not inquired, because he was entirely out of sympathy with the spiritual exaltations and fancies of his father.
The village of Orleigh was not what is commonly termed a church town, that is to say, it was not clustered about the church, which stood in the park, near the mansion of the Ingletts. In ancient days, when the population was sparse, the priest drew his largest congregation from the manor house, and therein he lived as chaplain and tutor; consequently in many places we find the parish church situated close to the manor house, and away from the village which had grown up later. It was so at Orleigh. The village consisted of a green, with an old tree in the midst, an ale-house, the Lamerton Arms, a combined general and grocery store, which was also post office, a blacksmiths forge, and half-a-dozen picturesque cottages white-washed, with red windows and thatched roofs. Most of these houses had flower gardens before their doors, encouraged thereto by an annual Floricultural Society which gave prizes to those villagers who had the neatest, most cheerful and varied gardens.
Jingles found knots of men standing about the green, some were coming out of, others about to enter the public-house door; another knot clustered about the forge. Women were not wanting, to throw in words.
The dusk of evening had settled in, so that at first none noticed the approach of the young man. He came, not by the road, but across by the blacksmiths garden, where a short cut saved a round. Thus he was in the midst of the men before they were aware that he was near.
He could not catch all that was being said, but he heard that the death of Lord Lamerton occupied their minds and exercised their tongues. His fathers name was also freely bandied about.
I say, exclaimed the village tailor, in a voice like that of a corncrake, I say that Capn Saltren did it. What do you consider the reason why the coroner discharged the jury and called another? I know, if you do not. You dont perhaps happen to know, but I do, that Marianne Saltrens aunt, old Betsy Welsh, washes for the coroner. Nothing more likely, were he to allow a verdict against the captain, than that his shirt-fronts would come home iron-moulded. Dont tell me there was no evidence. Evidence is always to be had if looked for. Evidence is like snails horns, thrust forth or drawn in, according to circumstances. If the coroner had wanted evidence, he could have had it. But he was thinking of his shirt-front, and he, maybe, going out to a dinner-party. It is easy done, boil an old nail along with the clothes, and pounds worth of linen is spoiled. I dont blame him, concluded the tailor sententiously. Human nature is human nature.
And, shouted a miner, facts is facts but he pronounced them fax.
Lord Lamerton, said a second miner, wanted to make a new road, and carry it to Chillacot. The capn didnt like it, he didnt want to have a station there. He was set against his lordship on that account, for his lordship was a director. If you can prove to me that his lordship wasnt a director, then I shall admit he may have come by his death naturally. I say naught against his lordship for not wanting to have his house undermined, but I do say that the capn acted unreasonably and wrongly in not letting the company have Chillacot for the station. If hed have done that, his lordship would have found us work on the road.
Ah, Gloyne, called the other miner, thats it. Fax is fax.
CHAPTER XXXVIII.
THE RISE OF THE TIDE
Come here, shouted the blacksmith, who was outside his shop, and still wore his apron, and the smut and rust on his hands and face. Come here, Master Jingles. Youve come into the midst of us, and we want to know something from you. Where is your father? Weve seen nothing of him since Friday. If he has not been at mischief, why dont he come forward like a man? Why dont your father show his face? He aint a tortoise, privileged to draw it in, or a hedgehog, at liberty to coil it up. Where is he? He is not at home. If he is hiding, what is he hiding from unless he be guilty?
He may have gone after work, said young Saltren.
I heard him say, said the shoemaker, that his lordship was doomed to destruction.
I know he said it, answered the blacksmith, and I ask, is a man like to make a prophecy and not try to make what he said come to pass?
Human nature is human nature, threw in the tailor.
And fax is fax, added the miner.
Then, pursued the blacksmith, let us look at things as they affect us. His lordship has kept about twenty-three horses hunters, cobs, ponies and carriage horses and each has four hoofs, and all wants shoeing once a month, and some every fortnight. That brings me in a good part of my living. Very well. I ask all who hear me, is his lordship like to keep such a stud now he is dead? Is he like to want hunters? I grant you, for the sake of argument, that the young lady and young gentleman will have their cobs and ponies, but will there be anything like as many horses kept as there have been? No, in reason there cannot be. So you may consider what a loss to me is the death of his lordship. My worst personal enemy couldnt have hit me harder than when he knocked Lord Lamerton over the Cleave. He as much as knocked a dozen or fourteen horses over with him, each with four hoofs at sixpence a shoe, and shod, let us say, eighteen times in the year.