The White Wolf and Other Fireside Tales Part 28
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"Indeed? How do you know, pray?"
"Why, I listened at the door, of course," was the unabashed reply.
"But I don't believe a word of it, you know," he added rea.s.suringly.
"A word of what?"
"That rot about undue influence."
"I thank you. Did you follow me to tell me this?"
"Well, I dunno. Yes, I guess I did. You're a white man; I saw that at once, though you _do_ smoke a clay pipe."
"Thank you again for the reminder." Parson Jack pulled out his clay and filled it. "So I'm a white man?"
d.i.c.k nodded. "I'm not saying anything about the legacy. That's hard lines on us, of course; but I believe you. There's no chance of my being a gentleman now, like you; but"--with a wry grin--"I'm not the sort of chap to bear malice."
They had walked on through the gate leading to the Hoe, and were in full view now of the splendid panorama of the Sound.
"And why shouldn't you be a gentleman?" asked Parson Jack, halting and c.o.c.king down an eye upon this queer urchin.
"Well, there's a goodish bit against it, you'll allow. You saw what we're like at home." He looked up at Parson Jack frankly enough, but into his speech there crept a strange embarra.s.sment, too old for his years. "I mean, you saw enough without my telling you; and I mustn't give the show away."
"No, to be sure," a.s.sented Parson Jack. "d.i.c.k, you've the makings of a good fellow," he added musingly.
But the boy's eyes had wandered to the broad sheet of water below.
"Crikey, there she goes!" he cried, and jerked his arm towards an unwieldy battle-s.h.i.+p nosing her way out of the Hamoaze, her low bows tracing a thin line of white. For half a minute they stood watching her.
"She's ugly enough, in all conscience," commented Parson Jack.
"She's a holy terror. But perhaps you don't believe in turrets. Nor do I, to _that_ extent. It's tempting Providence."
"In what way?"
"Top-hamper," said d.i.c.k shortly. "But she's a terror all the same."
"What's her name, I wonder?"
"Sakes! You don't say you don't know the old _Devastation?_ Why, it's fifteen years or so since they launched her at Portsmouth, and I hear tell she'll have to be reconstructed, though even then I guess they won't trust her far at sea. She has no speed, either, for these days.
Oh, she's a holy fraud!" And Master d.i.c.k poured in a broadside of expert criticism as the monster felt her way and slowly headed around the Winter Buoy into the Smeaton Pa.s.s.
"Nevertheless, you wouldn't object to be on board of her?"
"Don't!" The boy's eyes had filled on a sudden. "You mayn't mean it, but it--it hurts."
Four hours later, in the early dusk, Parson Jack stepped into the street, after shaking hands with Major Bromham at the door. What is more, the Major stood bareheaded in the doorway for some moments, and stared after him. d.i.c.k had echoed Lawyer Cudmore once that day; it was now the Major's turn to echo d.i.c.k.
"That's a white man," he muttered to himself. "Curiously like his brother, too--in the days before he went wrong. But Lionel Flood had a soft strake in him, and India found it out. This parson seems tougher-- result of hard work and plain living, no doubt."
His musings at this point grew involved, and he frowned. "Says he knew nothing of Lionel's affairs--offers to show me all the letters to prove it; but this behaviour of his is proof enough. Deuced handsome behaviour, too. I wonder if he can afford it? Gad, what a pack of falsehoods that woman has poured into me! She always had a gift of circ.u.mstantial lying. I believe, if Lionel had kept a tight rein on her and shown her the whip now and then--but what's the use of speculating?
Anyway, it's rough on the Parson, and if I hadn't to consider d.i.c.k and the girls--"
Dusk had given way to gaslight, and Parson Jack still paced the streets, intending but still deferring to find a dinner and a night's lodging.
He had shaken hands with Major Bromham in a mood of curious exaltation.
He had decided almost without a struggle. To his mind the question was a clear one of right and wrong, and no argument helped it. Still, a man does not renounce five thousand pounds every day of his life; and, when he does, has some right to pat his conscience on the back. He derived some pleasure, too, from picturing the pretty grat.i.tude with which his beneficiaries would hear Major Bromham's message. He did not know Mrs.
Flood.
But . . . his church? He had forgotten it, or almost forgotten; and the recollection came upon him like a blow. He halted beneath a gas-lamp in dismay; not in resentment at the shattering of his dream, for he scarcely thought of himself; not in doubt, for he had done rightly, and his church could not be restored at the expense of right; but in sheer dismay before the blank certainty that now his church must fall.
Nothing could save it. He must go home to it, live with it, watch it to the inevitable end. He put out a hand against the iron pillar, and of a sudden felt faint, almost sick. As a matter of fact, he had eaten nothing since his early breakfast.
A few doors down the street the bright lamp of a tavern--the Sword and Flag--caught his eye. He tottered in and asked for a gla.s.s of brandy.
It did him good, and he called for another. Some soldiers entering, with a girl or two, and finding a clergyman seated with his gla.s.s in this not over-reputable den, began to chaff. He answered gently and good-naturedly, but with a slight stutter--enough to hint at fun ahead; and they improved upon the hint. By nine o'clock Parson Jack was silly drunk; at eleven, when the premises were closed, the police found him speechless; and the rest of the night he spent in the borough lock-up.
V.
It appeared in the newspapers, of course. "Deplorable story: A clergyman fined for drunkenness." This was more than even Sir Harry could stand.
"I'm sorry for you, Flood," said he, when, three days later, Parson Jack appeared at Carwithiel to resign his living. "But you've taken the only proper course. Otherwise, you'd have driven us to an inquiry, sequestration, no end of a scandal. I've had to keep my eyes shut once or twice in the past, as you probably guess."
"You have shown me all the kindness you could," answered Parson Jack.
"I won't disgust you with thanks, and there are no excuses." He picked up his hat and turned to go.
"Well, but look here; don't be in a hurry. What about your prospects?
They're none too healthy, I'm afraid. Still, if a few pounds could give you a fresh start somewhere--"
"I have no prospects, but for the moment I wasn't thinking of myself.
I was thinking of Langona and the old church."
"Oh, the church is all right! Clem--my nephew--has a fad in his head.
He asked me yesterday for the living--in case you resigned. I tell him it's folly; a youngster oughtn't to play with his chances. But he insists that it will do him good to fling up Oxford and play parish-priest for a year or two. He has taken a fancy to your church, and wants to restore it. He can pay for his whims: the money's all in his branch of the family."
"Restore it! The church--restored!"
Sir Harry looked up sharply, for the words came in a whisper of awe, almost of terror; and looking up, he saw Parson Jack's eyes dilated as a man's who stares on a vision; but while they stared there grew in them a slow, beatific surmise.
"The Lord taketh away," said Parson Jack. "Blessed be the name of the Lord!"
Six weeks later the Rev. Clement Vyell was inducted into the living of Langona, vacant by the resignation of the Rev. John Flood. His first sermon announced that the church was to be restored without delay; that plans were even now being prepared by an eminent architect, and that, as soon as they arrived and were approved, tenders would be invited.
Mr. Vyell was in no hurry to take possession of the Parsonage; indeed, bachelor though he was, and professed ascetic, he decided that, to be habitable, it needed a wing and a new kitchen at the back. For the present he accepted his uncle's invitation to use the hospitality, and the library, of Carwithiel. Parson Jack might give up possession at his own convenience. Nevertheless he gave it up at once, packed his few belongings, and hired a bedroom at the Widow Copping's. It appeared that he, too, needed time to look about him.
And so he loitered about Langona until the architect's plans were received, discussed, approved, and submitted to tender. A Bristol builder secured the contract.
The day after it was signed Parson Jack walked over to Carwithiel again, and asked leave to speak with Mr. Vyell. He wore his old working suit.
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