So she went and came to and from the Rectory; and from spending a few minutes in Anice"s room, at last fell into the habit of spending hours there. In this little room the books, and pictures, and other refinements appealed to senses unmoved before. She drew in some fresh experience with almost every breath.

One evening, after a specially discouraging day, it occurred to Grace that he would go and see Joan; and dropping in upon her on his way back to town, after a visit to a parishioner who lived upon the high-road, he found the girl sitting alone--sitting as she often did, with the child asleep upon her knee; but this time with a book lying close to its hand and her own. It was Anice"s Bible.

"Will yo" set down?" she said in a voice whose sound was new to him.

"Theer"s a chair as yo" con tak". I conna move fur fear o" wakenin"

th" choild. I"m fain to see yo" to-neet."

He took the chair and thanked her, and waited for her next words. Only a few moments she was silent, and then she looked up at him.

"I ha" been readin" th" Bible," she said, as if in desperation. "I dunnot know why, unless happen some un stronger nor me set me at it.

Happen it coom out o" settin here wi" th" choild. An"--well, queer enow, I coom reet on summat about childer,--that little un as he tuk and set i" th" midst o" them, an" then that theer when he said "Suffer th"

little childer to coom unto me." Do yo" say aw that"s true? I nivver thowt on it afore,--but somehow I should na loike to think it wur na.

Nay, I should na!" Then, after a moment"s pause--"I nivver troubled mysen wi" readin" th" Bible afore," she went on, "I ha" na lived wi"

th" Bible soart; but now--well that theer has stirred me up. If he said _that_--if he said it hissen--Ah! mester,"--and the words breaking from her were an actual cry,--"Aye, mester, look at th" little un here! I munnot go wrong--I munnot, if he said it hissen!"

He felt his heart beat quick, and his pulses throb. Here was the birth of a soul; here in his hands perhaps lay the rescue of two immortal beings. G.o.d help him! he cried inwardly. G.o.d help him to deal rightly with this woman. He found words to utter, and uttered them with courage and with faith. What words it matters not,--but he did not fail. Joan listened wondering, and in a pa.s.sion of fear and belief.

She clasped her arms about the child almost as if seeking help from it, and wept.

"I munnot go wrong," she said over and over again. "How could I hold th"

little un back, if he said hissen as she mun coom? If it"s true as he said that, I"ll believe aw th" rest an" listen to yo". "Forbid them not--". Nay, but I wunnot--I could na ha" th" heart."

CHAPTER XVI - "Owd Sammy" in Trouble

"Craddock is in serious trouble," said Mr. Barholm to his wife and daughter.

""Owd Sammy" in trouble," said Anice. "How is that, papa?"

The Reverend Harold looked at once concerned and annoyed. In truth he had cause for irritation. The laurels he had intended to win through Sammy Craddock were farther from being won to-day than they had ever been. He was beginning to feel a dim, scarcely developed, but sore conviction, that they were not laurels for his particular wearing.

"It is that bank failure at Illsbery," he answered. "You have heard of it, I dare say. There has been a complete crash, and Craddock"s small savings being deposited there, he has lost everything he depended upon to support him in his old age. It is a hard business."

"Have you been to see Craddock?" Mrs. Barholm asked.

"Oh! yes," was the answer, and the irritation became even more apparent than before. "I went as soon as I heard it, last night indeed; but it was of no use. I had better have stayed away. I don"t seem to make much progress with Craddock, somehow or other. He is such a cross-grained, contradictory old fellow, I hardly know what to make of him. And to add to his difficulties, his wife is so prostrated by the blow that she is confined to her bed. I talked to them and advised them to have patience, and look for comfort to the Fountain-head; but Craddock almost seemed to take it ill, and was even more disrespectful in manner than usual."

It was indeed a heavy blow that had fallen upon "Owd Sammy." For a man to lose his all at his time of life would have been hard enough anywhere; but it was trebly hard to meet with such a trial in Riggan. To have money, however small a sum, "laid by i" th" bank," was in Riggan to be ill.u.s.trious. The man who had an income of ten shillings a week was a member of society whose opinion bore weight; the man with twenty was regarded with private awe and public respect. He was deferred to as a man of property; his presence was considered to confer something like honor upon an a.s.sembly, or at least to make it respectable. The Government was supposed to be not entirely oblivious of his existence, and his remarks upon the affairs of the nation, and the conduct of the Prime Minister and Cabinet, were regarded as having something more than local interest. Sammy Craddock had been the man with twenty shillings income. He had worked hard in his youth and had been too shrewd and far-sighted to spend hard. His wife had helped him, and a lucky windfall upon the decease of a parsimonious relative had done the rest. The weekly deposit in the old stocking hidden under the mattress had become a bank deposit, and by the time he was incapacitated from active labor, a decent little income was ready. When the Illsbery Bank stopped payment, not only his daily bread but his dearly valued importance was swept away from him at one fell blow. Instead of being a man of property, with a voice in the affairs of the nation, he was a beggar. He saw himself set aside among the frequenters of The Crown, his political opinions ignored, his sarcasms shorn of their point. Knowing his poverty and misfortune; the men who had stood in awe of him would begin to suspect him of needing their a.s.sistance and would avoid him accordingly.

"It"s human natur"," he said. "No one loikes a dog wi" th" mange, whether th" dog"s to blame or no. Th" dog may ha" getten it honest. Tis na th" dog, it"s the mange as foakes want to get rid on."

"Providence?" said he to the Rector, when that portly consoler called on him. "It"s Providence, is it? Well, aw I say is, that if that"s th" ways o" Providence, th" less notice Providence takes o" us, th" better."

His remarks upon his first appearance at The Crown among his a.s.sociates, after the occurrence of the misfortune, were even more caustic and irreverent He was an irreverent old sinner at his best, and now Sammy was at his worst. Seeing his crabbed, wrinkled old face drawn into an expression signifying defiance at once of his ill luck and worldly comment, his acquaintances shook their heads discreetly. Their reverence for him as a man of property could not easily die out. The next thing to being a man of property, was to have possessed worldly goods which had been "made away wi"," it scarcely mattered how. Indeed even to have "made away wi" a mort o" money" one"s self, was to be regarded a man of parts and of no inconsiderable spirit.

"Yo"re in a mort o" trouble, Sammy, I mak" no doubt," remarked one oracle, puffing at his long clay.

"Trouble enow," returned Sammy, shortly, "if you ca" it trouble to be on th" road to th" poor-house."

"Aye, indeed!" with a sigh. "I should think so. But trouble"s th" lot o"

mon. Riches is deceitful an" beauty is vain--not as tha wur ivver much o" a beauty, Sammy; I canna mean that."

"Dunnot hurt thysen explaining I nivver set up fur one. I left that to thee. Thy mug wus allus thy fortune."

"Tha"rt fretted now, Sammy," he said. "Tha"rt fretted, an" it maks thee sharp-tongued."

"Loike as not," answered Sammy. "Frettin" works different wi" some foak to what it does wi" others. I nivver seed thee fretted, mysen. Does it ha" th" same effect on thee? If it happens to, I should think it would na harm thee,--or other foak either. A bit o" sharpness is na so hard to stand wheer it"s a variety."

"Sithee, Sammy," called out a boisterous young fellow from the other side of the room. "What did th" Parson ha" to say to thee? Thwaite wur tellin" me as he carried th" prayer-book to thee, as soon as he heerd th" news. Did he read thee th" Christenin" service, or th" Burial, to gi" thee a bit o" comfort?"

"Happen he gi" him both, and throwed in th" Litany," shouted another.

"How wur it, Sammy? Let"s hear."

Sammy"s face began to relax. A few of the knots and wrinkles showed signs of dispersing. A slow twisting of the features took place, which might have been looked upon as promising a smile in due course of time.

These young fellows wanted to hear him talk, and "tak" off th" Par-son."

His occupation was not entirely gone, after all. It was specially soothing to his vanity to feel that his greatest importance lay in his own powers, and not altogether in more corruptible and uncertain attractions. He condescended to help himself to a pipe-full of a friend"s tobacco.

"Let"s hear," cried a third member of the company. "Gi" us th" tale owt an" owt, owd lad. Tha"rt th" one to do it graidely."

Sammy applied a lucifer to the fragrant weed, and sucked at his pipe deliberately.

"It"s noan so much of a tale," he said, with an air of disparagement and indifference. "Yo" chaps mak" so much out o" nowt. Th" Parson"s well enow i" his way, but," in nave self-satisfaction, "I mun say he"s a foo", an" th" biggest foo" fur his size I ivver had th" pleasure o"

seein"."

They knew the right chord was touched. A laugh went round, but there was no other interruption and Sammy proceeded.

"Whatten yo" lads think as th" first thing he says to me wur?" puffing vigorously. "Why, he cooms in an" sets hissen down, an" he swells hissen out loike a frog i" trouble, an" ses he, "My friend, I hope you cling to th" rock o" ages." An" ses I, "No I dunnot nowt o" th" soart, an"

be dom"d to yo". "It wur na hos_pit_ible,"" with a momentary touch of deprecation,--"An" I dunnot say as it wur hospitible, but I wor na i"

th" mood to be hospitible just at th" toime. It tuk him back too, but he gettin round after a bit, an" he tacklet me agen, an" we had it back"ard and for"ard betwixt us for a good haaf hour. He said it wur Providence, an" I said, happen it wur, an" happen it wurn"t. I wur na so friendly and familiar wi" th" Lord as he seemed to be, so I could na tell foak aw he meant, and aw he did na mean. Sithee here, lads," making a fist of his knotty old hand and laying it upon the table, "that theer"s what stirs me up wi" th" parson kind. They"re allus settin down to explain what th" Lordamoigty"s up to, as if he wur a confidential friend o"

theirs as they wur bound to back up i" some road; an" they mun drag him in endways or sideways i" their talk whether or not, an" they wun-not be content to leave him to work fur hissen. Seems to me if I wur a disciple as they ca" it, I should be ashamed i" a manner to be allus apolo-gizin"

fur him as I believed in. I dunnot say for "em to say _nowt_, but I _do_ say for "em not to be so dom"d free an" easy about it. Now theer"s th"

owd Parson, he"s getten a lot o" Bible words as he uses, an" he brings "em in by the scruft o" th" neck, if he canna do no better,--fur bring "em in he mun,--an" it looks loike he"s aw i" a fever till he"s said "em an" getten "em off his moind. An" it seems to me loike, when he has said "em, he soart o" straightens hissen out, an" feels comfortable, loike a mon as has done a masterly job as conna be mended. As fur me, yo" know, I"m noan the Methody soart mysen, but I am na a foo", an" I know a foine loike principle when I see it, an" this matter o" religion is a foine enow thing if yo" could get it straightforward an" plain wi"out so much trimmins. But----" feeling perhaps that this was a large admission, "I am noan o" th" Methody breed mysen."

"An" so tha tellt Parson, I"ll warrant," suggested one of his listeners, who was desirous of hearing further particulars of the combat.

"Well, well," admitted Craddock with the self-satisfaction of a man who feels that he has acquitted himself creditably. "Happen I did. He wur fur havin" me thank th" A"moighty fur aw ut had happent me, but I towd him as I did na quoite see th" road clear. I dunnot thank a chap as gi"es me a crack at th" soide o" th" yed. I may stand it if so be as I conna gi" him a crack back, but I dunnot know as I should thank him fur th" favor, an" not bein" one o" th" regenerate, as he ca"s "em, I dunnot feel loike singin" hymns just yet; happen it"s "cause I"m onregenerate, or happen it"s human natur". I should na wonder if it"s "pull devil, pull baker," wi" th" best o" foak,--foak as is na prize foo"s, loike th"

owd Parson. Ses I to him, "Not bein" regenerate, I dunnot believe i"

so much grace afore meat. I say, lets ha" th" meat first, an" th" grace arterward.""

These remarks upon matters theological were applauded enthusiastically by Craddock"s audience. "Owd Sammy" had finished his say, however, and believing that having temporarily exhausted his views upon any subject, it was well to let the field lie fallow, he did not begin again. He turned his attention from his audience to his pipe, and the intimate friends who sat near.

"What art tha goin" to do, owd lad?" asked one.

"Try fur a seat i" Parlyment," was the answer, "or pack my bits o" duds i" a wheelbarrow, an" set th" owd la.s.s on "era an" tak" th" nighest road to th" Union. I mun do summat fur a bein"."

"That"s true enow. We"re main sorry fur thee, Sammy. Tak" another mug o"

sixpenny to keep up thy sperrets. Theer"s nowt as cheers a mon loike a sup o" th" reet soart."