Works of Ellen Wood, page 144
Almost she began to fear for her own health. Would the intense anxiety, combined with the want of sufficient food, tell upon her? Would her sleepless nights tell upon her? Would her grief for the loss of her husband — a grief not the less keenly felt because she did not parade it — tell upon her? All that lay in the future.
She rose the next morning early to her work; she always had to rise early — the boys and Jane setting the breakfast. Breakfast! Putting the bread upon the table and taking in the milk. For twopence they had a quart of skimmed milk, and were glad to get it. Her head was heavy, her frame hot, the result of inward fever, her limbs were tired before the day began; worse than all, there was that utter weariness of mind which predisposes a sufferer from it to lie down and die. “This will never do,” thought Jane; “I must bear up.”
A dispute between Frank and Gar! They were good, affectionate boys; but little tempers must break out now and then. In trying to settle it, Jane burst into tears. It put an end to the fray more effectually than anything else could have done. The boys looked blank with consternation, and Janey burst into hysterical sobs.
“Don’t, Jane, don’t,” said the poor mother; “I am not well; but do not you cry.”
“I am not well, either,” sobbed Janey. “It hurts me here, and here.” She put her hand to her head and chest, and Jane knew that she was weak from long-continued insufficiency of food. There was no remedy for it. Jane only wished she could bear for them all.
Some time after breakfast there came the postman’s knock at the door. A thickish letter — twopence to pay. The penny postal system had come in, but letters were not so universally prepaid then as they are now.
Jane glanced over it with a beating heart. Yes, it was her brother’s handwriting. Could the promised rent have really arrived? She felt sick with agitation.
“I have no money at all, Frank. Ask Dobbs if she will lend you twopence.”
Away went Frank, in his quick and not very ceremonious manner, penetrating to the kitchen, where Dobbs happened to be. “Dobbs, will you please to lend mamma twopence? It is for a letter.”
“Dobbs, indeed! Who’s ‘Dobbs’?” retorted that functionary in wrath. “I am Mrs. Dobbs, if you please. Take yourself out of my sight till you can learn manners.”
“Won’t you lend it? The postman’s waiting.”
“No, I won’t,” returned Dobbs.
Back ran Frank. “She won’t lend it, mamma. She says I was rude to her, and called her Dobbs.”
“Oh, Frank!” But the postman was impatient, demanding whether he was to be kept there all day. Jane was fain to apply to Dobbs herself, and procured the loan. Then she ran upstairs with the letter, and her trembling fingers broke the seal. Two banknotes, for 10£. each, fell out of it. The promised loan had been sixteen pounds. The Rev. Francis Tait had contrived to spare four pounds more.
Before Jane had recovered from her excitement — almost before a breath of thanks had gone up from her heart — she saw Mr. Ashley on the opposite side of the road, going towards Helstonleigh. Being in no state to weigh her actions, only conscious that the two notes lay in her hand — actual realities — she threw on her bonnet and shawl, and went across the road to Mr. Ashley. In her agitation, she scarcely knew what she did or said.
“Oh, sir — I beg your pardon — but I have at this moment received the money for the back rent. May I give it to you now?”
Mr. Ashley looked at her in surprise. A scarlet spot shone on her thin cheeks — a happy excitement was spread over her face of care. He read the indications plainly — that she was an eager payer, but no willing debtor. The open letter in her hand, and the postman opposite, told the tale.
“There is no such hurry, Mrs. Halliburton,” he said, smiling. “I cannot give you a receipt here.”
“You can send it to me,” she said. “I would rather pay you than Mr. Dare.”
She held out the notes to him. He felt in his pocket whether he had sufficient change, found he had, and handed it to her. “That is it, madam — four sovereigns. Thank you.”
She took them hesitatingly, but did not close her hand. “Was there not some expense incurred when — when that man was put in?”
“Not for you to pay, Mrs. Halliburton,” he pointedly returned. “I hope you are getting pretty well through your troubles?”
The tears came into her eyes, and she turned them away. Getting pretty well through her troubles! “Thank you for inquiring,” she meekly said. “I shall, I believe, have the quarter’s rent ready in March, when it falls due.”
“Do not put yourself out of the way to pay it,” he replied. “If it would be more convenient to you to let it go on to the half-year, it would be the same to me.”
Her heart rose to the kindness. “Thank you, Mr. Ashley, thank you very much for your consideration; but I must pay as I go on, if I possibly can.”
Patience stood at her gate, smiling as she recrossed the road. She had seen what had passed.
“Thee hast good news, I see. But thee wert in a hurry, to pay thy rent in the road.”
“My brother has sent me the rent and four pounds over. Patience, I can buy bedside carpets now.”
Patience looked pleased. “With all thy riches thee will scarcely thank me for this poor three and sixpence,” holding out the silver to her. “Samuel Lynn left it; it is owing thee for thy work.”
Jane smiled sadly as she took it. Her riches! “How is Anna?” she asked.
“She is nicely, thank thee, and is gone to school. But she was wilful over her lessons this morning. Farewell. I am glad thee art so far out of thy perplexities.”
Very far, indeed; and a great relief it was. Can you realize these troubles of Mrs. Halliburton’s? Not, I think, as she realized them. We pity the trials and endurance of the poor; but, believe me, they are as nothing compared with the bitter lot of reduced gentlepeople. Jane had not been brought up to poverty, to scanty and hard fare, to labour, to humiliations, to the pain of debt. But for hope — and some of us know how strong that is in the human heart — and for that better hope, trust, Jane never could have gone through her trials. Her physical privations alone were almost too hard to bear. Can you wonder that an unexpected present of four pounds seemed as a mine of wealth?
CHAPTER XXV.
INCIPIENT VANITY.
But four pounds, however large a sum to look at, dwindles down sadly in the spending; especially when bedside carpets, and boys’ boots — new ones and the mending of old ones — have to be deducted from it at the commencement. An idea had for some time been looming in Jane’s mind; looming ominously, for she did not like to speak of it. It was, that William must go out and enter upon some employment, by which a little weekly money might be added to their stock. He was eager enough; indulging, no doubt, boy-like, peculiar visions of his own, great and grand. But these Jane had to dispel; to explain that for young boys, such as he, earning money implied hard work.
His face flushed scarlet. Jane drew him to her and pressed her cheek upon his.
“There would be no real disgrace in it, my darling. No work in itself brings disgrace; be it carrying out parcels or sweeping out a shop. So long as we retain our refinement of tone, of manner, our courteous conduct one to the other, we shall still be gentlepeople, let us work at what we may. William, I think it is your duty to help in our need.”
“Yes, I see, mamma,” he answered. “I will try and do it; anything that may turn up.”
Jane had not much faith in things “turning up.” She believed that they must be sought for. That same evening she went into Mr. Lynn’s, with the view to asking his counsel. There she found Anna in trouble. The cause was as follows.
Patience, leaving Anna alone at her lessons, had gone into the kitchen to give some directions to Grace. Anna seized the opportunity to take a little recreation: not that it was greatly needed, for — spoilt child that she was! — she had merely looked at her books with vacant eyes, not having in reality learned a single word. First of all, off went her cap. Next, she drew from her pocket a small mirror, about the size of a five-shilling piece. Propping this against her books on the table before her, so that the rays of the lamp might fall upon it, she proceeded to admire herself, and twist her flowing hair round her pretty fingers to make a shower of ringlets. Sad vanity for a little born Quakeress! But it must be owned that never did mirror, small or large, give back a more lovely image than that child’s. She had just arranged her curls, and was contemplating their effect to her entire satisfaction, when back came Patience sooner than she was expected, and caught the young lady at her impromptu toilette. What with the curls and what with the mirror, Anna did not know which to hurry away first.
“Thee naughty child! Thee naughty, naughty child! What is to become of thee? Where did thee get this?”
Anna burst into tears. In her perplexity she said she had “found” the mirror.
“That thee did not,” said Patience calmly. “I ask thee where thee got it from?”
Of a remarkably pliant nature, wavering and timid, Anna never withstood long the persistent questioning of Patience. Amid many tears the truth came out. Lucy Dixon had brought it to school in her workbox. It was a doll’s mirror, and she, Anna, had given her sixpence for it.
“The sixpence that thy father bestowed upon thee yesterday for being a good girl,” retorted Patience. “I told him thee would likely not make a profitable use of it. Come up to bed with thee! I will talk to thee after thee are in it.”
Of all things, Anna disliked to be sent to bed before her time. She sobbed, expostulated, and promised all sorts of amendment for the future. Patience, firm and quiet, would have carried her point, but for the entrance of Samuel Lynn. The fault was related to him by Patience, and the mirror exhibited. Anna clung around him in a storm of sobs.
“Dear father! Dear, dear father, don’t thee let me go to bed! Let me sit by thee while thee hast thy supper. Patience may keep the glass, but don’t thee let me go.”
It was quite a picture — the child clinging there with her crimsoned cheeks, her wet eyelashes, and her soft flowing hair. Samuel Lynn, albeit a man not given to demonstration, strained her to him with a loving movement. Perhaps the crime of looking into a doll’s glass and toying with her hair appeared to him more venial than it did to Patience; but then, she was his beloved child.
“Will thee transgress again, Anna?”
“No, I never will,” sobbed Anna.
“Then Patience will suffer thee to sit up this once. But thee must be careful.”
He placed her in a chair close to him. Patience, disapproving very much but saying nothing, left the room. Grace appeared with the supper-tray, and a message that Patience would take her supper in the kitchen. It was at this juncture that Mrs. Halliburton came in. She told the Quaker that she had come to consult him about William; and mentioned her intentions.
“To tell thee the truth, friend, I have marvelled much that thee did not, under thy circumstances, seek to place out thy eldest son,” was the answer. “He might be helping thee.”
“He is young to earn anything, Mr. Lynn. Do you see a chance of my getting him a place?”
“That depends, friend, upon the sort of place he may wish for. I could help him to a place to-morrow. But it is one that may not accord with thy notions.”
“What is it?” eagerly asked Jane.
“It is in Thomas Ashley’s manufactory. We are in want of another boy, and the master told me to-day I had better inquire for one.”
“What would he have to do?” asked Jane. “And what would he earn?”
“He would have to do anything he may be directed to do. Thy son is older than are our boys who come to us ordinarily, and he has been differently brought up; therefore I might put him to somewhat better employment. He might also be paid a trifle more. They sweep and dust, go on outdoor errands, carry messages indoors, black the gloves, get in coal; and they earn, if they are sharp, half-a-crown a week.”
Jane’s heart sank within her.
“But thy son, I say, might be treated somewhat differently. Not that he must be above doing any of these duties, should he be put to them. I can assure thee, friend, that some of the first manufacturers of this town have thus begun their career. A thoroughly practical knowledge of the business is only to be acquired by beginning at the first step of the ladder, and working upwards.”
“Did Mr. Ashley so begin?” She could scarcely tell why she asked the question. Unless it was that a feeling came over her that if Mr. Ashley had done these things, she would not mind William’s doing them.
“No, friend. Thomas Ashley’s father was a man of means, and Thomas was bred up a classical scholar and a gentleman. He has never taken a practical part in the working of the business: I do that for him. His labours are chiefly confined to the correspondence and the keeping of the books. His father wished him to embrace a profession rather than be a glove manufacturer: but Thomas preferred to succeed his father. If thee would like thy son to enter our manufactory, I will try him.”
Jane was dubious. She felt quite sure that William would not like it. “He has been thinking of a counting-house, or a lawyer’s or conveyancer’s office,” she said aloud. “He would like to employ his time in writing. Would there be difficulty in getting him into one?”
“I do not opine a lawyer would take a boy of his size. They require their writing to be well and correctly done. About that, I cannot tell thee much, for I have nothing to do with lawyers. He can inquire.”
Jane rose. She stood by the table, unconsciously stroking Anna’s flowing curls — for the cap had never been replaced, and Samuel Lynn found no fault with the omission. “I will speak candidly,” said Jane. “I fear that the place you have kindly offered me would not be liked by William. Other employments, writing for example, would be more palatable. Nevertheless, were he unable to obtain anything else I should be glad to accept this. Will you give me three or four days for consideration?”
“To oblige thee, I will, friend. When Thomas Ashley gives orders, he is prompt in having them attended to; and he spoke, as I have informed thee, about a fresh boy to-day. Would it not be a help to thee, friend, if thee got thy other two boys into the school attached to the cathedral?”
“But I have no interest,” said Jane. “I hear that education there is free; but I do not possess the slightest chance.”
“Thee may get a chance, friend. There’s nothing like trying. I must tell thee that the school is not thought highly of, in consequence of the instruction being confined exclusively to Latin and Greek. In the old days this was thought enough; but people are now getting more enlightened. Thomas Ashley was educated there; but he had a private tutor at home for the branches not taught at the college; he had also masters for what are called accomplishments. He is one of the most accomplished men of the day. Few are so thoroughly and comprehensively educated as Thomas Ashley. I have heard say thy sons have begun Latin. It might be a help to them if they could get in.”
“I should desire nothing better,” Jane breathlessly rejoined, a new hope penetrating her heart. “I have heard of the collegiate school here; but, until very recently I supposed it to be an expensive institution.”
“No, friend; it is free. The best way to get a boy in is by making interest with the head-master of the school, or with some of the cathedral clergy.”
A recollection of Mr. Peach flashed into Jane’s mind as a ray of light. She bade good-night to Samuel Lynn and Anna, and to Patience as she passed the kitchen. Patience had been crying.
“I am grieved about Anna,” she explained. “I love the child dearly, but Samuel Lynn is blind to her faults; and it argues badly for the future. Thee cannot imagine half her vanity; I fear me, too, she is deceitful. I wish her father could see it! I wish he would indulge her less and correct her more! Good night to thee.”
Before concluding the chapter, it may as well be mentioned that a piece of good fortune about this time befell Janey. She found favour with Dobbs! How it came about perhaps Dobbs could not herself have told. Certainly no one else could.
Mrs. Reece had got into the habit of asking Jane into her parlour to tea. She was a kind-hearted old lady and liked the child. Dobbs would afterwards be at work, generally some patching and mending to her own clothes; and Dobbs, though she would not acknowledge it to herself or to any one else, could not see to thread her needle. Needle in one hand and thread in the other, she would poke the two together for five minutes, no result supervening. Janey hit upon the plan of threading her a needle in silence, whilst Dobbs used the one; and from that time Jane kept her in threaded needles. Whether this conciliated Dobbs must remain a mystery, but she took a liking for Jane; and the liking grew into love. Henceforth Janey wanted for nothing. While the others starved, she lived on the fat of the land. Meat and pudding, fowls and pastry, whatever dinner in the parlour might consist of, Janey had her share of it, and a full share too. At first Mrs. Halliburton, from motives of delicacy, would not allow Jane to go in; upon which Dobbs would enter, boiling over with indignation, red with the exertion of cooking, and triumphantly bear her off. Jane spoke seriously to Mrs. Reece about it, but the old lady declared she was as glad to have the child as Dobbs was.
Once, Janey came to a standstill over some apple pudding, which had followed upon veal cutlets and bacon. “I am quite full,” said she, more plainly than politely: “I can’t eat a bit more. May I give this piece upon my plate to Gar?”
“No, you may not,” snapped Dobbs, drowning Mrs. Reece’s words, that she might give it and welcome. “How dare you, Janey? You know that boys is the loadstones of my life.”
Dobbs probably used the word loadstones to indicate a heavy weight. She seized the plate of pudding and finished it herself, lest it should find its way to the suggested quarter — a self-sacrifice which served to show her earnestness in the cause. Nothing gave Dobbs indigestion like apple pudding, and she knew she should be a martyr for four-and-twenty hours afterwards.
