The Hallam Succession Part 5
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The squire looked at him, first with amazement, then with anger, and asked, "When did ta lose thy good sense, and thy good-will, son Antony?"
"I had a talk with Swale to-day, and in his judgment--"
"Thou knows what I think o' Swale. Was there ever a bigger old cheat than he is? I'll put my heart afore Swale's judgment, Ben Craven's all right."
"He will have strong evidence and a clever lawyer against him. He is sure to be convicted."
"Don't thee reckon to know so much. Ben's got a clever lawyer, too; but if he'd n.o.bbut G.o.d and his mother to plead for him, his cause 'ud be in varry good hands, thou may be sure o' that."
"I am only saying, father, what Swale says every-where."
"I'll warrant he'll talk. There's no tax on lying. My word, if there was, Swale'd hev to keep his mouth shut."
"I cannot imagine, father, what makes you trouble yourself so much about the Cravens."
"Thou can't, can't ta? Then thou canst imagine grat.i.tude for faithful service given cheerfully for three hundred years. Why-a lad, 'twas a Craven saved Alfred Hallam's life at Worcester fight."
"I suppose he paid him for the service. Any how the debt is not ours."
"Ay, is it. It's my debt, and it's thine, too. Ben may live to do thee a service for aught thou knows."
Antony smiled contemptuously, and the squire continued, almost angrily, "There's things more unlikely; look here, my lad, nivver spit in any well: thou may hev to drink of t' water."
When the words were said the squire was sorry for them. They had come from his lips in that forceful prophetic way some speeches take, and they made an unpleasant impression on both father and son; just such an impression as a bad dream leaves, which yet seems to be wholly irrelevant and unaccountable.
Craven was in Leeds jail, and the trial was fixed for the summer term.
All things may be better borne than suspense, and all were glad when Ben could have a fair hearing. But every thing was against him, and at the end of the second day's trial, the squire came home in sincere trouble; Ben had been found guilty, but a conviction of his innocence, in spite of the evidence, seemed also to have possessed the jury, for they had strongly recommended him to her majesty's mercy.
Elizabeth and Phyllis went with sick, sorrowful heart to see the dame.
The strain had told upon her before the trial, and she had lost her cheerfulness somewhat. But she had come to a place now where anger and sense of wrong and impatience were past.
"Lost confidence, sister Phyllis," she said; "not I; I hev only stopped reckoning on any man or woman now, be 't queen's sen; and I hev put my whole trust i' G.o.d. Such like goings on as we've hed! Paper and ink and varry little justice; but G.o.d'll sort ivery thing afore long."
"The case is to come before the queen."
"That's well enough. Miss Hallam, but I'll tak' it mysen into G.o.d's council-chamber--there's no key on that door, and there's no fee to pay either. He'll put ivery thing right, see if he doesn't!"
"And besides, Sister Martha, things may not be as far wrong as we think they are--may not be wrong at all. G.o.d moves in a mysterious way."
"And he needs to, Sister Phyllis. There's many a soul 'ud run away from him, even when he was coming to help 'em, if they knew it was him." "I understand what you mean, Martha--'as a thief in the night.'
He breaks all bars and bursts all doors closed against him when he visits either a soul or a cause. I heard you were at Leeds. Do you mind telling us how things went? The squire will not talk to any one."
"I nivver was one to shut my grief up i' my heart, and let it poison my life; not I, indeed. It seemed to me, though, as varry little fight were made for Ben Clough afore he died; he'd signed a paper, declaring positive as it were Ben who shot him; and t' case were half done when that were said. Then Bingley were sworn, and he said, as he were coming ovver t' moor, about half past six, he heard a shot, and saw Ben Craven come from behind a whin bush, and run toward t' village; and a minute after Bill Layc.o.c.k came in sight; and Ben, he said, ran past him, also; and Layc.o.c.k looked after Ben, and said to Bingley--'that's Ben Craven; he's in a bit of a hurry, I think.'"
"Was Layc.o.c.k coming from the moor also?"
"Nay, he was coming from t' village, and was going across t' moor to a knur match on Eltham Common."
"Did Layc.o.c.k swear to that?"
"Ay, he did. He were varry loth to do it; for Ben and him hed laked together when they were lads, and been thick as thack iver since, till Mary Clough came between 'em. But I noticed one thing, and I think the jury saw it, too--when Layc.o.c.k were asked, 'if he were sure it was Ben that pa.s.sed him,' he turned white to the varry lips, and could scarce make out to whisper, _'Ay, he were sure.'_ Then Ben looked at him, and I'll nivver forget that look, no, nor any body else that saw it, and least of a' t' man hes got it."
"You think Layc.o.c.k swore to a lie?"
"I know he swore to a lie."
"It is a pity that Ben's working-suit has never been found."
"It'll come to light; see if it doesn't."
"Who spoke for Ben?"
"I did. I told t' truth, and there's none that knows me hes a doubt o' that. I said that Ben came home a bit early. He hed his cup o' tea wi' me, and I told him how bad off Sarah Fisher was; and I said, 'I'll wash up t' tea things, lad, and go bide wi' her till it's chapel time; and so thou be ready to go wi' me.' Before I went out I looked into Ben's room, and he'd dressed himsen up i' his Sunday clothes, and were sitting studying i' a book called 'Mechanics;' and I said, 'Why, Ben!
Whatever hes ta put thy best clothes on for?' I knew right well it was for Mary Clough, but I wasn't too well pleased wi' Mary, and so I couldn't help letting him see as he weren't deceiving me; and Ben said, 'Nivver thee mind, mother, what clothes I've on, and don't be too late for t' chapel.'"
"And yet Bingley and Layc.o.c.k swore that Ben had his working-clothes on?"
"Ay, they sware that."
"You are come into deep waters, Martha."
"Ay, I am; but there's One on t' water wi' me. I hev his hand, and he's none going to let me sink. And good-night to you, dearies, now; for I want to be alone wi' him. He isn't far off; you can tak' t' word of a sorrowful woman that he lets himsen be found, if n.o.bbut you're i' earnest seeking him."
She turned from them, and seated herself before her lonely hearthstone, and Phyllis saw her glance upward at the four words, that even in the darkest night was clear to her--_"In G.o.d we trust."_
"Martha used to be so curious, so gossippy, so well acquainted with all her neighbors, so anxious for their good opinion, that it strikes me as singular," said Elizabeth, "that she seems to have forgotten the whole village, and to be careless as to its verdict. Does sorrow make us indifferent, I wonder?"
"No, I think not; but the happy look at things upon their own level--the earth-level; the sorrowful look up."
Not far from Martha's garden gate they met the Methodist preacher.
He was going to see Martha, but hearing of her wish to be alone, he turned and walked with Phyllis and Elizabeth toward the park. He was a little man, with an unworldly air, and very clear truthful eyes.
People came to their cottage doors and looked curiously at the trio, as they went slowly toward the hall, the preacher between the girls, and talking earnestly to them.
"Well I nivver!" said old Peggy Howarth, nodding her head wisely, "what does ta think o' that, Jane Sykes?"
"It beats ivery thing! There's Ezra Dixon. He's on his way to a cla.s.s-meeting, I'll lay thee owt ta likes; Ezra!"
"Well, woman! What does ta want?"
"Does ta see Miss Hallam and that American la.s.s wi' t' preacher?"
"For sure I do. They're in varry good company."
"They'll hev been at Martha Cravens, depend on't. They say Martha taks it varry quiet like."
"Ay, she's none o' them as whimpers and whines. Now if it wer' thee, Peggy, thou'd worrit, and better worrit; as if worritting wer' thy trade, and thou hed to work at it for thy victuals. Martha's none like that. Is ta going to thy cla.s.s to-night?"
"Nay, then, I'm not going."
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