"Ben Maxy!" Joan said slowly.

Liz twisted a bit of ribbon around her finger.

"It"s not as I care fur what Ben Maxy says or what ony other mon says, fur th" matter o" that, but--but it shows as I need na be so mich ashamed o" mysen after aw, an" need na stay i" doors as if I dare na show my face."

Joan made no answer.

"An" yet," she said, smiling faintly at her own train of thought afterward, "I dunnot see what I"m complainin" on. Am I out o" patience because her pain is na deeper? Surely I am na wantin" her to mak" th"

most o" her burden. I mun be a queer wench, tryin" to mak" her happy, an" then feelin" worrited at her forgettin" her trouble. It"s well as she con let things slip so easy."

But there came times when she could not help being anxious, seeing Liz gradually drifting out into her old world again. She was so weak, and pretty, and frivolous, so ready to listen to rough flatteries. Riggan was more rigid in its criticism than in its morality, and criticism having died out, offence was forgotten through indifference rather than through charity. Those who had been hardest upon Liz in her day of darkness were carelessly ready to take her up again when her fault was an old story overshadowed by some newer scandal.

Joan found herself left alone with the child oftener than she used to be, but in truth this was a relief rather than otherwise. She was accustomed to solitude, and the work of self-culture she had begun filled her spare hours with occupation.

Since his dismissal from the mines, she saw but little of her father.

Sometimes she saw nothing of him for weeks. The night after he lost his place, he came into the house, and making up a small bundle of his personal effects, took a surly leave of the two women.

"I"m goin" on th" tramp a bit," he said. "If yo"re axed, yo" con say I"m gone to look fur a job. My day has na coom yet, but it"s on th" way."

Since then he had only returned once or twice, and his visits had always been brief and unexpected, and at night. The first time he had startled Joan by dropping in upon her at midnight, his small bundle on his k.n.o.b-stick over his shoulder, his clothes bespattered with road-side mud. He said nothing of his motive in coming--merely asked for his supper and ate it without much remark.

"I ha" na had luck," he said. "Luck"s not i my loine; I wur na born to it, loike some foak. Happen th" tide"ll tak" a turn after a bit."

"Yore feyther wur axin me about th" engineer," Liz said to Joan the next morning. "He wanted to know if we seed him pa.s.s heer i" his road hoam.

D"yo" think he"s getten a spite agen th" engineer yet, Joan?"

"I"m afeard," Joan answered. "Feyther"s loike to bear a grudge agen them as put him out, whether they"re reet or wrong. Liz----" hesitating.

"What is it, Joan?"

"Dunnot yo" say no more nor yo" con help when he axes yo" about th"

engineer. I"m wor-ritin" mysen lest feyther should get hissen into trouble. He"s hasty, yo" know."

In the evening she went out and left the child to its mother. She had business to look after, she told Liz, and it would keep her out late.

Whatever the business was, it kept her out so late that Liz was tired of waiting, and went to bed worn out and a trifle fretted.

She did not know what hour it was when she awakened; voices and a light in the road roused her, and almost as soon as she was fully conscious, the door opened and Joan came in. Liz raised her head from the pillow to look at her. She was pale and seemed excited. She was even trembling a little, and her voice was unsteady as she asked,

"Has th" little un been quiet, Liz?"

"Quiet enow," said Liz. "What a toime yo" ha" been, Joan! It mun be near midneet. I got so worn out wi" waitin" fur yo" that I could na sit up no longer. Wheer ha" yo" been?"

"I went to Riggan," said Joan, "Theer wur summat as I wur obliged to see to, an" I wur kept beyond my toime by summat as happent. But it is na quoite midneet, though it"s late enow."

"Was na theer a lantern wi" yo"?" asked Liz. "I thowt I seed th" leet fro" a lantern."

"Yes," Joan answered, "theer wur a lantern. As I wur turnin" into th"

road, I met Mester Derrick comin" fro" th" Rectory an"--an" he walked alongside o" me."

CHAPTER XX - The New Gate-Keeper

Sammy Craddock made his appearance at Mr. Haviland"s promptly, and being shown into the library, which was empty, took a seat and proceeded to regard the surroundings critically.

"Dunnot scald thy nose wi" thy own broth," Mrs. Craddock had said to him warningly, when he left her. "Keep a civil tongue i" thy head. Thy toime fur saucin" thy betters is past an" gone. Tha"lt ha" to tak" both fat an" lean together i" these days, or go wi"out mate."

Sammy remembered these sage remarks rather sorely, as he sat awaiting the master of the household. His independence had been very dear to him, and the idea that he must relinquish it was a grievous thorn in the flesh. He glanced round at the pictures and statuettes and shook his head dubiously.

"A mon wi" so many crink.u.m-crank.u.ms as he seems to ha" getten "ll be apt to be reyther set i" polytics. An" I"ll warrant this is na th" best parlor neyther. Aw th" wall covered wi" books too, an" a ornymental step-lather to climb up to th" high shelves. Well, Sammy, owd lad, tha"s not seen aw th" world yet, tha finds out. Theer"s a bit o" summat outside Riggan. After aw, it does a mon no hurt to travel. I should na wonder if I mought see things as I nivver heerd on if I getten as fur as th" Contynent. Theer"s France now--foak say as they dunnot speak Lancashire i" France, an" conna so much as understand it. Well, theer"s ignorance aw o"er th" world."

The door opened at this juncture, and Mr. Haviland entered--fresh, florid and cordial. His temperament being an easy one, he rather dreaded collision with anybody, and would especially have disliked an uncomfortable interview with this old fellow. He would like to be able to preserve his affability of demeanor for his own sake as well as for Miss Barholm"s.

"Ah!" he said, "Craddock, is it? Glad to see you, Craddock."

Sammy rose from his seat

"Aye," he answered. "Sam"ll Craddock fro" Riggan. Same to you, Mester."

Mr. Haviland waved his hand good-naturedly.

"Take your seat again," he said. "Don"t stand. You are the older man of the two, you know, and I dare say you are tired with your walk. You came about the lodge-keeper"s place?"

"That little la.s.s o" th" owd Parson"s----" began Sammy.

"Miss Anice Barholm," interposed Mr. Havi-land. "Yes, she told me she would send you. I never had the pleasure of seeing her until she drove here yesterday to ask for the place for you. She was afraid to lose time in waiting for her father"s return."

"Yo" nivver saw her afore?"

"No."

"Well," rubbing his hands excitedly over the k.n.o.b of his stick, "hoo"s a rarer un than I thowt fur, even. Hoo"ll stond at nowt, wont that little wench," and he gave vent to his feelings in a delighted chuckle. "I"d loike to ax yo"," he added, "wheer"s th" other la.s.s, as ud ha" had the pluck to do as mich?"

"I don"t think there is another woman in the country who would have done it," said Mr. Havi-land smiling. "We shall agree in our opinion of Miss Barholm, I see, Craddock, if we quarrel about everything else."

Sammy took out his flowered bandanna and wiped his bald forehead. He was at once mollified and encouraged. He felt that he was being treated with a kind of respect and consideration. Here was one of the gentry who placed himself on a friendly footing with him. Perhaps upon the whole he should not find it so difficult to reconcile himself to his change of position after all. And being thus encouraged, a certain bold simplicity made him address himself to Mr. Haviland not as a servant in prospective to a prospective master, but as man to man.

"Th" fact is," he said, "as I am na mich o" a la.s.s"s mon mysen, and I wunnot say as I ha" mich opinion o" woman foak i" general--they"re flighty yo" see--they"re flighty; but I mun say as I wur tuk by that little wench o" th" Parson"s--I wur tuk by her."

"She would be glad to hear it, I am sure," with an irony so suave that Sammy proceeded with fresh gravity.

"I mak" no doubt on"t," dogmatically. "I mak" no doubt on"t i" th"

world, but I dunnot know as th" flattery ud do her good. Sugar sop is na o"er digestible to th" best o" "em. They ha" to be held a bit i" check, yo" see. But hoo"s a wonderfu" little la.s.s--_fur_ a la.s.s, I mun admit.

Seems a pity to ha" wasted so mich good lad metal on a slip o" a wench,--does na it?"

"You think so? Well, that is a matter of opinion, you know.

However--concerning the lodge-keeper"s place. You understand what your duties would be, I suppose?"