Poor lad, said Mrs. King, it seems a pity he should come to such a rough life, when he seems to have got such an education! I hope he is not run away from anywhere.
Youre as bad as Ellen, mother, cried Harold, who will have it that hes out of prison.
No, not that, said Mrs. King; but it did cross me whether he could have run away from school, and if his friends were in trouble for him.
He never had any friends, said Harold, nor he never ran away. Hes nothing but a foundling. They picked him up under a blackthorn bush when he was a baby, with nothing but a bit of an old plaid shawl round him.
Did they ever know who he belonged to? asked Alfred.
Never; nor he doesnt care if they dont, for sure they could be no credit to him; but they that found him put him into the Union, and there an old woman, that they called Granny Moll, took to him. She had but one eye, he says; but, Mother, I do believe he never had another friend like her, for he got to pulling up the bits of grass, and was near crying when he said she was dead and gone, and then he didnt care for nothing.
But who taught him about Cayenne? asked Alfred.
Oh, that was the Union School. All the children went to school, and they had a terrible sharp master, who used to cut them over the head quite cruel, and was sent away at last for being such a savage; but Paul being always there, and having nothing else to do, you see, got on ever so far, and can work sums in his head downright wonderful. There came an inspector once who praised him up, and said hed recommend him to a place where hed be taught to be a school-master, if any one would pay the cost; but the guardians wouldnt hear of it at no price, and were quite spiteful to find he was a good scholar, for fear, I suppose, that hed know more than they.
Hush, hush, Harold, said his mother; wait till you have to pay the rates before you run out against the guardians.
What do you mean, Mother?
Why, dont you see, the guardians have their duties to those who pay the rates, as well as those that have parish pay. What they have to do, is to mind that nobody starves, or the like; and their means comes out of the rates, out of my pocket, and the like of me, as well as my Ladys and all the rich. Well, whatever they might like to do, it would not be serving us fairly to take more than was a bare necessity from us, to send your Master Paul and the like of him to a fine school. Tis for them to be just, and other folk to be generous with whats their own.
Mother talks as if she was a guardian herself! said Alfred in his funny way.
Ah, the collectors going his rounds, responded Harold; and Mrs. King laughed good-humouredly, always glad to see her sick boy able to enjoy himself; but she sighed, saying, Ay, and ill can I spare it, though thanks be to God that Ive been as yet of them that pay, and not of them that receive.
Go on the parish! Mother, what are you thinking of? cried both sons indignantly.
Poor Mrs. King was thinking of the long winter, and the heavy doctors bill, and feeling that, after all, suffering and humbling might not be so very far off; but she was too cheerful and full of trust to dwell on the thought, so she smiled and said, I only said I was thankful, boys, for the mercy that has kept us up. Go on now, Harold; what about the boy?
Why, I dont know that hed have gone if they had paid his expenses ever so much, said Harold, for hes got a great spirit of his own, and wouldnt be beholden to any one, he said, now he could keep himselfhed had quite enough of the parish and its keep; so he said hed go on the tramp till he got work; and they let him out of the Union with just the clothes to his back, and a shilling in his pocket. Twas the first time he had ever been let out of bounds since he was picked up under the tree; and he said no one ever would guess the pleasure it was to have nobody to order him here and there, and no bounds round him; and he quite hated the notion of getting inside walls again, as if it was a prison.
Oh, I know! I can fancy that! cried Alfred, raising himself and panting; and where did he go first?
First, he only wanted to get as far from Upperscote as ever he could, so he walked on; I cant say how he lived, but he didnt beg; he got a job here and a job there; but there are not so many things he knows the knack of, having been at school all his life. Once he took up with a man that sold salt, to draw his cart for him, but the man swore at him so awfully he could not bear it, and beat him too, so he left him, and he had lived terrible hard for about a month before he came here! So you see, Mother, theres not one bit of harm in him; hes a right good scholar, and never says a bad word, nor has no love for drink; so you wont be like Ellen, and be always at me for going near him?
Youre getting a big boy, Harold, and it is lonely for you, said Mrs. King reluctantly; and if the lad is a good lad Id not cast up his misfortune against him; but I must say, I should think better of him if he would keep himself a little bit cleaner and more decent, so as he could go to church.
Harold made a very queer face, and said, How is he to do it up in the hay-loft, Mother? and he hant got enough to pay for lodgings, nor for washing, nor to change.
The river is cheap enough, said Alfred. Do you remember when we used to bathe together, Harold, and go after the minnows?
Ay, but he dont know how; and then they did plague him so in the Union, that hes got to hate the very name of washingscrubbing them over and cutting their hair as if they were in gaol.
Poor boy! he is terribly forsaken, said Mrs. King compassionately.
You may say that! returned Harold; why, hes never so much as seen how folks live at home, and wanted to know if you were most like old Moll or the master of the Union!
Alfred went into such a fit of laughter as almost hurt him; but Mrs. King felt the more pitiful and tender towards the poor deserted orphan, who could not even understand what a mother was like, and the tears came into her eyes, as she said, Well, Im glad hes not a bad boy. I hope he thinks of the Father and the Home that he has above. I say, Harold, against next Sunday Ill look out Alfreds oldest shirt for him to put on, and you might bring me his to wash, only mind you soak it well in the river first.
Harold quite flushed with gratitude for his mothers kindness, for he knew it was no small effort in one so scrupulously and delicately clean, and with so much work on her hands; but Mrs. King was one who did her alms by her trouble when she had nothing else to give. Alfred smiled and said he wondered what Ellen would say; and almost at the same moment Harold shot down-stairs, and was presently seen standing upon Pauls ladder talking to him; then Paul rose up as though to come down, and there was much fun going on, as to how Cæsar was to be got down; for, as every one knows, a dog can mount a ladder far better than he can descend; and poor Cæsar stretched out his white paw, looked down, seemed to turn giddy, whined, and looked earnestly at his friends till they took pity on him and lifted him down between them, stretching out his legs to their full length, like a live hand-barrow.
A few seconds more, and there was a great trampling of feet, and then in walked Harold, exclaiming, Here he is! And there he stood, shy and sheepish, with rusty black shag by way of hair, keen dark beads of eyes, and very white teeth; but all the rest, face, hands, jacket, trousers, shoes, and all, of darker or lighter shades of olive-brown; and as to the rents, one would be sorry to have to count them; mending them would have been a thing impossible. What a difference from the pure whiteness of everything around Alfred! the soft pink of the flush of surprise on his delicate cheek, and the wavy shine on his light hair. A few months ago, Alfred would have been as ready as his brother to take that sturdy hand, marbled as it was with dirt, and would have heeded all drawbacks quite as little; but sickness had changed him much, and Paul was hardly beside his couch before the colour fleeted away from his cheek, and his eye turned to his mother in such distress, that she was obliged to make a sign to Harold in such haste that it looked like anger, and to mutter something about his being taken worse. And while she was holding the smelling salts to him, and sprinkling vinegar over his couch, they heard the two boys voices loud under the window, Paul saying he should never come there again, and Harold something about people being squeamish and fine.
A few seconds more, and there was a great trampling of feet, and then in walked Harold, exclaiming, Here he is! And there he stood, shy and sheepish, with rusty black shag by way of hair, keen dark beads of eyes, and very white teeth; but all the rest, face, hands, jacket, trousers, shoes, and all, of darker or lighter shades of olive-brown; and as to the rents, one would be sorry to have to count them; mending them would have been a thing impossible. What a difference from the pure whiteness of everything around Alfred! the soft pink of the flush of surprise on his delicate cheek, and the wavy shine on his light hair. A few months ago, Alfred would have been as ready as his brother to take that sturdy hand, marbled as it was with dirt, and would have heeded all drawbacks quite as little; but sickness had changed him much, and Paul was hardly beside his couch before the colour fleeted away from his cheek, and his eye turned to his mother in such distress, that she was obliged to make a sign to Harold in such haste that it looked like anger, and to mutter something about his being taken worse. And while she was holding the smelling salts to him, and sprinkling vinegar over his couch, they heard the two boys voices loud under the window, Paul saying he should never come there again, and Harold something about people being squeamish and fine.
It hurt Alfred, and he burst out, almost crying, Mother! Mother, now isnt that too bad!
It is very thoughtless, said Mrs. King sorrowfully; but you know everybody has their feelings, Alfred, and I am sorry it happened so.