The Vicar Of Bullhampton Part 32
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"And what did he say, Mr. Fenwick?" asked the mother. The Vicar only shook his head. "He's very good; to me he's ever been good as gold.
But, oh, Mr. Fenwick, he is so hard."
"He will not let you speak of her?"
"Never a word, Mr. Fenwick. He'd look at you, sir, so that the gleam of his eyes would fall on you like a blow. I wouldn't dare;--nor yet wouldn't f.a.n.n.y, who dares more with him than any of us."
"If it'd serve her, I'd speak," said f.a.n.n.y.
"But couldn't I see her, Mr. Fenwick? Couldn't you take me in the gig with you, sir? I'd slip out arter breakfast up the road, and he wouldn't be no wiser, at least till I war back again. He wouldn't ax no questions then, I'm thinking. Would he, Fan?"
"He'd ask at dinner; but if I said you were out for the day along with Mr. Fenwick, he wouldn't say any more, maybe. He'd know well enough where you was gone to."
Mr. Fenwick said that he would think of it, and let f.a.n.n.y know on the following Sunday. He would not make a promise now, and at any rate he could not go before Sunday. He did not like to pledge himself suddenly to such an adventure, knowing that it would be best that he should first have his wife's ideas on the matter. Then he took his leave, and as he went out of the house he saw the miller standing at the door of the mill. He raised his hand and said, "Good-bye," but the miller quickly turned his back to him and retreated into his mill.
As he walked up to his house through the village he met Mr.
Puddleham. "So Sam Brattle is off again, sir," said the minister.
"Off what, Mr. Puddleham?"
"Gone clean away. Out of the country."
"Who has told you that, Mr. Puddleham?"
"Isn't it true, sir? You ought to know, Mr. Fenwick, as you're one of the bailsmen."
"I've just been at the mill, and I didn't see him."
"I don't think you'll ever see him at the mill again, Mr. Fenwick; nor yet in Bullhampton, unless the police have to bring him here."
"As I was saying, I didn't see him at the mill, Mr. Puddleham, because I didn't go in; but he's working there at this moment, and has been all the day. He's all right, Mr. Puddleham. You go and have a few words with him, or with his father, and you'll find they're quite comfortable at the mill now."
"Constable Hicks told me that he was out of the country," said Mr.
Puddleham, walking away in considerable disgust.
Mrs. Fenwick's opinion was, upon the whole, rather in favour of the second expedition to Pycroft Common, as she declared that the mother should at any rate be allowed to see her child. She indeed would not submit to the idea of the miller's indomitable powers. If she were Mrs. Brattle, she said, she'd pull the old man's ears, and make him give way.
"You go and try," said the Vicar.
On the Sunday morning following, f.a.n.n.y was told that on Wednesday Mr. Fenwick would drive her mother over to Pycroft Common. He had no doubt, he said, but that Carry would still be found living with Mrs.
Burrows. He explained that the old woman had luckily been absent during his visit, but would probably be there when they went again.
As to that they must take their chance. And the whole plan was arranged. Mr. Fenwick was to be on the road in his gig at Mr.
Gilmore's gate at ten o'clock, and Mrs. Brattle was to meet him there at that hour.
CHAPTER XXVIII.
MRS. BRATTLE'S JOURNEY.
[Ill.u.s.tration]
Mrs. Brattle was waiting at the stile opposite to Mr. Gilmore's gate as Mr. Fenwick drove up to the spot. No doubt the dear old woman had been there for the last half-hour, thinking that the walk would take her twice as long as it did, and fearing that she might keep the Vicar waiting. She had put on her Sunday clothes and her Sunday bonnet, and when she climbed up into the vacant place beside her friend she found her position to be so strange that for a while she could hardly speak. He said a few words to her, but pressed her with no questions, understanding the cause of her embarra.s.sment. He could not but think that of all his paris.h.i.+oners no two were so unlike each other as were the miller and his wife. The one was so hard and invincible;--the other so soft and submissive! Nevertheless it had always been said that Brattle had been a tender and affectionate husband. By degrees the woman's awe at the horse and gig and strangeness of her position wore off, and she began to talk of her daughter. She had brought a little bundle with her, thinking that she might supply feminine wants, and had apologised humbly for venturing to come so laden. Fenwick, who remembered what Carry had said about money that she still had, and who was nearly sure that the murderers had gone to Pycroft Common after the murder had been committed, had found a difficulty in explaining to Mrs. Brattle that her child was probably not in want. The son had been accused of the murder of the man, and now the Vicar had but little doubt that the daughter was living on the proceeds of the robbery. "It's a hard life she must be living, Mr. Fenwick, with an old 'ooman the likes of that," said Mrs.
Brattle. "Perhaps if I'd brought a morsel of some'at to eat--"
"I don't think they're pressed in that way, Mrs. Brattle."
"Ain't they now? But it's a'most worse, Mr. Fenwick, when one thinks where it's to come from. The Lord have mercy on her, and bring her out of it!"
"Amen," said the Vicar.
"And is she bright at all, and simple still? She was the brightest, simplest la.s.s in all Bull'ompton, I used to think. I suppose her old ways have a'most left her, Mr. Fenwick?"
"I thought her very like what she used to be."
"'Deed now, did you, Mr. Fenwick? And she wasn't mopish and slatternly like?"
"She was tidy enough. You wouldn't wish me to say that she was happy?"
"I suppose not, Mr. Fenwick. I shouldn't ought;--ought I, now? But, Mr. Fenwick, I'd give my left hand she should be happy and gay once more. I suppose none but a mother feels it, but the sound of her voice through the house was ever the sweetest music I know'd on.
It'll never have the same ring again, Mr. Fenwick."
He could not tell her that it would. That sainted sinner of whom he had reminded Mr. Puddleham, though she had attained to the joy of the Lord,--even she had never regained the mirth of her young innocence.
There is a bloom on the flower which may rest there till the flower has utterly perished, if the handling of it be sufficiently delicate;--but no care, nothing that can be done by friends on earth, or even by better friends.h.i.+p from above, can replace that when once displaced. The sound of which the mother was thinking could never be heard again from Carry Brattle's voice. "If we could only get her home once more," said the Vicar, "she might be a good daughter to you still."
"I'd be a good mother to her, Mr. Fenwick;--but I'm thinking he'll never have it so. I never knew him to change on a thing like that, Mr. Fenwick. He felt it that keenly, it nigh killed 'im. Only that he took it out o' hisself in thras.h.i.+ng that wicked man, I a'most think he'd a' died o' it."
Again the Vicar drove to the Bald-faced Stag, and again he walked along the road and over the common. He offered his arm to the old woman, but she wouldn't accept it; nor would she upon any entreaty allow him to carry her bundle. She a.s.sured him that his doing so would make her utterly wretched, and at last he gave up the point.
She declared that she suffered nothing from fatigue, and that her two miles' walk would not be more than her Sunday journey to church and back. But as she drew near to the house she became uneasy, and once asked to be allowed to pause for a moment. "May be, then," said she, "after all, my girl'd rather that I wouldn't trouble her." He took her by the arm and led her along, and comforted her,--a.s.suring her that if she would take her child in her arms Carry would for the moment be in a heaven of happiness. "Take her into my arms, Mr.
Fenwick? Why,--isn't she in my very heart of hearts at this moment?
And I won't say not a word sharp to her;--not now, Mr. Fenwick. And why would I say sharp words at all? I suppose she understands it all."
"I think she does, Mrs. Brattle."
They had now reached the door, and the Vicar knocked. No answer came at once; but such had been the case when he knocked before. He had learned to understand that in such a household it might not be wise to admit all comers without consideration. So he knocked again,--and then again. But still there came no answer. Then he tried the door, and found that it was locked. "May be she's seen me coming," said the mother, "and now she won't let me in." The Vicar then went round the cottage, and found that the back door also was closed. Then he looked in at one of the front windows, and became aware that no one was sitting, at least in the kitchen. There was an upstairs room, but of that the window was closed.
"I begin to fear," he said, "that neither of them is at home."
At this moment he heard the voice of a woman calling to him from the door of the nearest cottage,--one of the two brick tenements which stood together,--and from her he learned that Mrs. Burrows had gone into Devizes, and would not probably be home till the evening. Then he asked after Carry, not mentioning her name, but speaking of her as the young woman who lived with Mrs. Burrows. "Her young man come and took her up to Lon'on o' Sat.u.r.day," said the woman.
Fenwick heard the words, but Mrs. Brattle did not hear them. It did not occur to him not to believe the woman's statement, and all his hopes about the poor creature were at once dashed to the ground. His first feeling was no doubt one of resentment, that she had broken her word to him. She had said that she would not go within a month without letting him know that she was going; and there is no fault, no vice, that strikes any of us so strongly as falsehood or injustice against ourselves. And then the nature of the statement was so terrible! She had gone back into utter degradation and iniquity. And who was the young man? As far as he could obtain a clue, through the information which had reached him from various sources, this young man must be the companion of the Grinder in the murder and robbery of Mr. Trumbull. "She has gone away, Mrs. Brattle," said he, with as sad a voice as ever a man used.
"And where be she gone to, Mr. Fenwick? Cannot I go arter her?" He simply shook his head and took her by the arm to lead her away. "Do they know nothing of her, Mr. Fenwick?"
"She has gone away; probably to London. We must think no more about her, Mrs. Brattle--at any rate for the present. I can only say that I am very, very sorry that I brought you here."
The drive back to Bullhampton was very silent and very sad. Mrs.
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