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"Coming home with a fortune—gout in his legs, and cotton in his
ears; a blue coat with brass buttons—a yellow face and a bamboo cane."
"Why so?"
"Nay," said she, looking up with her droll eyes, "he is a handsome
young dragoon."
"Young!"
"He was nearly twenty years younger than his brother, my uncle; and
it has been arranged by my aunt and Mr. Macfarisee, that he takes me out
to India with him when he returns."
"Alone?"
"Yes."
"Did they not add, that all European girls—especially pretty ones—
make good marriages there?"
"I would kill your husband if I saw him!" said I, while a gesture of
sadness and impatience escaped me.
"There—there now, don't be cross, dear Oliver, and I will say nothing
to offend you again," said the playful girl, placing her soft little hands on
each of my cheeks, and pressing her cherry lips to mine. "Don't speak so,
pray."
"And this dreary task I have to do—to copy those lists of plate,
pictures, and rubbish,—I shall never get on with them!" I exclaimed with
impatience, as a loathing for business returned to me.
"Here are the steward's and house-keeper's books, which contain all
the information you require, and there is my desk in the parlour—it is
open; to work, then, at once, and in a few minutes I will rejoin you."
Until then, in the delightful dream of the passed days, I had almost
forgotten the will and all about it; and now, it would seem, that in my
haste and confusion on the night I first came to Applewood, I had folded,
sealed up, and addressed a sheet of blank note paper, the exact size of the
holograph will, while leaving that document open, among the writing
materials in Miss Lee's desk. Here was a fortunate mistake.
After two weeks of joy and pleasure, I found myself again in the
establishment of those limbs of the law, Messrs. Harpy, Quirky, and
Macfarisee, and chained, as it were, to my inkspotted desk, like the son
of Clymene to his rock; overlooking the miserable back-court, where the
two old and half-dead Dutch poplars, surrounded by smoke-blackened
walls of stone, vegetated feebly among the soot that covered their leaves,
and the dust that was washed down from the eaves of adjacent houses.
Then, when looking on their sickly verdure, and the lonely sparrow,
evidently a misanthrope, that hopped from branch to branch, I thought of
the green shady avenue of sycamores, and sighed for the grassy slopes,
the brilliant flower-garden, the thick copses, and the blue-eyed fairy of
Applewood.
Love for my mother on one hand, and this new love for Amy on the
other, now combined to inspire me. I toiled and struggled on at my desk
and at my studies, hoping for some change, as the young and ardent ever
hope, against fate itself; but alas for the poor human heart, when honest
pride, honour, and laudable ambition have to contend with stern
adversity, wealthy snobbery, or successful hypocrisy!
The servitude which was exacted from me, and the absurd hauteur
with which I was treated, were fast increasing my abhorrence of an
occupation which had nothing to relieve its monotony. I was glad when
the dreary hours of business were over, and I was permitted to snatch my
hat and rush home. There to Lotty I would pour out all the bitterness of
my discontent, and whisper of my secret longings after scenes more
stirring and congenial, for the conviction was daily growing stronger in
my heart, that
But my mother soothed and calmed, if she failed to alter my views. Ever
ready to console and advise with gentleness, she led my soul from angry
bitterness and useless repining to purer hopes and holier wishes; and the
knowledge that she loved me so dearly, and that her kind heart was full
of maternal affection, anxiety, and hope for us, would make me resolve
to bear all for her sake, till next day perhaps, when some new act of
insolence or oppression on the part of my underbred taskmasters would
again rouse all my slumbering fury.
Amid all this, my day-dreams would come again and again; my
visions of being a soldier, or anything else but what I was then.
Now I was ploughing the deep green ocean, the white sails of an
imaginary ship swelling out in the pure sea-breeze, the waves rolling
around me in foam and sunshine—ploughing it to lands that were
covered with waving foliage, with brilliant verdure and glowing fruit—to
sunny isles that lay I knew not where—but
Certainly the island of Robinson Crusoe stood most vividly out among
them, with Amy Lee, however, as a substitute for his dingy comrade
Friday. Now I was an actor—a successful one, of course—amid the glare
of tinsel and the footlights, bringing down thunders of applause from the
gods and wreaths of laurel from the boxes. Now I was a shepherd, as we
find him pourtrayed by Watteau or described in the pastorals of Virgil,
cased in hairy buskins, enjoying his otium under a spreading oak,
crowned with dark-green ivy, playing to his flocks on an oaten reed and
enjoying curds and cream with Corydon and Thyrsis. Occasionally I
thought that being a captain of Sicilian or Italian banditti, in easy
circumstances, inhabiting a picturesque cavern, in front of which girls
were always dancing with tambourines and tabors, while I wore a
handsome dress with bell-buttons, bandaged legs, and a steeple-crowned
hat, disporting long flowing ribbons—or that figuring as a buccaneer,
with a cocked hat and brace of pistols (like Paul Jones in the popular
prints), might not be an unpleasant mode of life; but amid all these
vagaries, the old stereotyped idea of being a soldier ever came vividly
forth, as the most favourite of my boyish dreams. Then I was in uniform
—a sword in my hand and the sharp blast of the trumpet in my ear. I was
on the march to imaginary fields of fame and honour. Thus a thousand
bright shadows were ever floating before me, and my reading fed this
fancy, folly if you will, rendering me careless of work, and embroiling
me yet further with those who entrusted it to me.
The bronzed but kind and jovial faces of my father's men—the men
of "the regiment" far away—men who had nursed me, toyed with me,
and borne me on their backs in sportive merriment, were never forgotten.
My heart swelled with the memory, and the sight of a red-coat ever
brought them all before me; for, as dear old Corporal Trim said of the
son of Le Fevre, the poor dying lieutenant, "I had been bred up from an
infant in the army, and the name of a soldier sounded in my ears like the
name of a friend."
CHAPTER IX.
"Well, well," said he, getting up a profound sigh, "had I known that
she was in such sore extremity four days ago, we might have had her
prayed for in the kirk; but, verily, she has gone from this vale of tears to
the place of her just reward, and a friend so dear to me, I would not wish
back on earth again."
Quirky scrutinised the face of his friend, to see if there was any irony
concealed under this remark; but from Macfarisee's visage nothing could
be gathered. It was deep as the crater of Etna. However, that day he and
Quirky started at full speed for Applewood, where, as I afterwards heard,
they treated poor Amy with very little ceremony and less commiseration,
but carefully sealed up every drawer, press, and lockfast place.
The season was winter now, the severe winter of 1791. The woods
were bare and leafless, and the white glistening snow covered all the
upland slopes and distant hills. The wayside runnels were congealed, and
hard as flint. The breath of the hackney horses curled like smoke from
their nostrils, while their hoofs clinked and rung on the frozen roadway;
the icicles hung like long pendants from the eaves of the cottages, and
from their chimneys the smoke ascended in straight columns to a vast
height through the rarified atmosphere. The poor robins chirped drearily
on the bare twigs, and everything bore evidence of a keen cold Scottish
winter, as we whirled along; but now my heart beat light and merrily. In
an hour or less I might see Amy, and be under the same roof with her—
the bright-eyed, black-haired Amy; and now I began to perceive the full
value of the service I had done her.
"Hah, we are just in time," said Macfarisee, consulting his huge gold
repeater, as we drew up at the pillared portico, before which stood a
hearse surmounted by those hideous and fantastic sable plumes, which
cast a mockery on real grief; and along the avenue stood a train of
hackney coaches covered with crape, for such was then the fashion.
"Ay, sir, you are just in time," said an old servant in livery, opening
the coach door; "the minister is gaun' to pray before the liften' o' the
kist."
I surveyed the fellow, to see if there was any regret expressed in his
hard-lined visage, but not a vestige could be traced in them or in his tone,
though he was one of Mr. Pawkie's most exemplary flock.
The air without was clear, ambient, and full of frost and sunshine; the
trees were glittering and the clouds sailing in the clear blue sky.
Everything seemed sparkling and instinct with life. No one would have
imagined that Death was within arm's length of us, but for the lugubrious
countenances and sombre garb of those around.
"So at last the poor old lady is no more," said the pastor, adjusting his
weepers over his black gloves and lengthening his already elongated
visage.
All became silent in the spacious mansion, where Amy Lee and I
were left with the females of the establishment.
Amy passed into the garden; I followed, and found her seated in her
favourite arbour, which was formed of thick cypress and holly. She had
only tied a handkerchief over her thick dark hair, and looked very pretty
and piquant, as she smiled sadly, and held out her little hands to me in
welcome, as I approached.
Then she burst into tears and relapsed into silence, for the events of
the past week, and more especially of that solemn day, had overpowered
her. She placed her cheek upon my shoulder, and thus we sat reclined
together and hand in hand, full of thought and in silence, heedless of the
keen and frosty air, for—I know not how long—but until we heard the
sound of carriages driven rapidly along the hard frozen highway,
between the leafless hedgerows, and then over the rough gravel of the
echoing avenue, as Colonel Rose, and a few more of those friends who
conceived themselves to be more immediately concerned, returned, to be
present at the reading of the will—as Mr. Quirky had confidentially
assured all, of the existence of one.
The will! I now thought of the important part I had played in secret,
concerning that remarkable document, and all the pulses of my heart beat
quicker, when I beheld Messieurs Quirky and Macfarisee ascend the
steps of the portico, and re-enter the dining-room, whither they desired
me to bring up the green bag, and remain beside them.
"Told you, sir. Did you not prepare it in due and legal form?" asked
the colonel sharply.
"Exactly so. Ah, my dear colonel, she walked through this vale of
tears with an upright step. Blessed are the dead, who die as she died."
"Well, but the will, Mr. Macfarisee," said the colonel impatiently.
"Nothing now remains but to read the last melancholy wishes of our
deceased sister in the spirit."
"I have a sealed paper which you gave me, sir, some weeks ago," said
Amy, rising timidly from her seat.
"Yes—by your aunt's express order," said Mr. Quirky, hurriedly; "it is
her will—will you please to produce it?"
Amy hastened to her desk, opened it, and presented the sealed packet
to Macfarisee.
Macfarisee tried to look more solemn than ever, and thrice wiped his
gold spectacles, as if his emotion had dimmed them. I saw him tremble
visibly, as he broke the large red seal which bore Mrs. Rose's coat of
arms in a widow's lozenge, and drew forth the contents, which he
believed were to transfer Applewood, and all within and upon it, to him
and his heirs for ever. On unfolding it, he started—changed colour, and
his stealthy eyes dilated and filled with a baleful gleam. He looked
under, over, and through his spectacles. He turned the paper round, and
viewed it in every way with a bewildered or astounded air.
"She has destroyed the will," whined Macfarisee, who was now ashy
pale with rage and disappointed avarice, and trembled in every limb.
"She—who—mean you my sister-in-law?"
"I will thank you, sir, to come to a halt with this miserable cant," said
Colonel Rose contemptuously; "say who then?"
"Into her custody I gave it; she whom her good aunt reared in the
paths of rectitude, deeming her a lamb rescued from the slaughter, a
brand snatched from the burning; but Satan is in her heart,—she has
destroyed the will, and ruined her own soul!"
"Had you mentioned anyone else, sir, by Jove, I would have shied
you over that window into the shrubbery. But now, Mr. Nathaniel
Macfarisee, as we have had enough of this most unusual and unseemly
scene, and as you and your partner allege you both saw this missing
document, perhaps you will have the goodness to state, to the best of
your recollection, the tenor of it?"
"I beg leave to decline affording any information anent it, unless
when examined on oath, before a justice of the peace," said Quirky,
sullenly and impertinently; for he was cunning as a magpie.
"And I also decline to do so, even then, as oaths are against my
conscience," added Macfarisee, "the Scripture saith, 'swear not,' and I
will not swear."
CHAPTER X.
MAHOGANY v. LAW
For some time after this event, Macfarisee was sullen as a Greenland
bear, and we heard very little scripture quoted. Indeed, I am uncertain
whether I did not hear him mutter a pretty distinct "d—n" on one or two
occasions.
I saw Amy at intervals, though the wintry weather and ten miles of
snow-covered country that lay between us were serious barriers to
frequent meetings. Moreover, the colonel's residence at Applewood had
changed the tenor of life and society there. Mr. Jedediah Pawkie and the
godly elders of his synagogue were banished therefrom with very little
ceremony, and the aspect of the colonel's Malay servant seemed, as the
incarnation of sin, to suggest very unpleasant ideas to their minds. The
country at this time was swarming with troops, as an invasion was
expected from France. Horse, foot, artillery, line, fencibles, and militia
(to say nothing of volunteers), were quartered everywhere, and, as a
regiment of remarkably smart light infantry (the old 43rd, I think)
occupied a temporary wooden barrack at the village of Applewood, the
house and lawn became the daily resort and lounge of the officers, to
whom the colonel's full-bodied old port and the billiard-room proved
very acceptable.
I trembled for my influence over Amy; yet I never hinted, even in the
most distant manner, as to whose mistake she was indebted for becoming
the heiress of her aunt. Indeed, much as I boyishly loved this girl, and
brilliant though her prospects, I had soon other things given me to think
of.
It was the plate with which my father's head had been trepanned,
after the storming of the fort at Skenesborough, and whereon, as I have
mentioned elsewhere, he had fancifully had his name, rank, and the
number of his regiment, engraved. On seeing this affecting and terrible
memento, the poor old lady fainted, and the pedlar, in great alarm,
bundled up his wares and departed with precipitation—for his dealings
were not always on the side of honesty, and, not knowing what manner
of scrape he had fallen into, he left the village, and long before my
mother recovered was gone beyond recall.
With the knowledge that her husband was buried in his soldier's
grave, far, far away, on the bank of the mighty Hudson, where the kind
hands of dear comrades had heaped the green sods over him, she had
learned to be content and resigned to her bereavement, as the fortune of
war and the will of God; but now, with this new knowledge that his last
resting-place had been violated,—when, or by whom, or under what
circumstances, she could never learn,—made her wretched indeed! A
high fever was the result, and a long illness, from which she was saved
with the utmost difficulty. Of the devil of a pedlar who caused all this
evil, we could never discover the slightest trace. He had come and gone
like the "Sandman" of the German romance, or that unpleasantly
ubiquitous personage, with whom our friend Dr. Twaddel, wrestled in the
spirit, every Sunday.
"Why should I wear out a dreary life in poverty and obscurity, while
I loathe one and detest the other? There are, who talk of calm content, of
gliding unnoticed through the road of life: let those who like such
ignoble path follow it. Did I make myself? Did I wish to enter on this
mortal struggle? Did I give myself feelings, ideas, or wishes? My future
rests upon my belief, as if I could believe what I chose."
These questions filled me with strange thoughts, and I sank into one
of my day-dreams, from which I was roused by the unwelcome entrance
of Macfarisee. Perceiving that no other person was present, he began, in
an unusually bland tone of voice, to refer to the scene that took place at
Applewood on the day of the funeral, adding,—
"No, I do not think so; she was a woman who walked in the way of
the Lord, and now dwells in peace for ever. She meant that all she
possessed should become the inheritance of His servants, for His glory
and their comfort," said he; and while canting thus, he ground his sharp
teeth at the thought of all that had escaped him. "No, no,—she knew who
was her light and her salvation."
"Listen to me," said he; "you have been at Applewood frequently and
unknown to me,—unknown for a time, at least. You have seen Miss Amy
Lee in the woods and in the park——"
"How I came to know this, matters not—you do not deny the fact?"
I stood for a full minute in silence; for this ill-judged and barefaced
combination of hypocrisy and temptation to crime filled me with such
rage and confusion, that I knew not what to reply.
"Sir!" I stammered.
"Reflect on all my good friend has urged, Mr. Ellis," said Quirky,
appearing suddenly behind me.
"Then pen us the required statement—that you saw the girl, Amy
Lee, burn her aunt's will?"
"But I never witnessed any such act," I replied. While panting with
rage, I spoke slowly to gather time for thought and action. "I repeat, sir,
that I never beheld any such deed!"
"But you might have seen it," said Macfarisee, suavely, and with a
grimace which he meant to be excessively conciliating; "you might, my
dear boy, and such a statement from you is necessary to complete a plan
we have in view, to enforce the ends of justice and law, which are the
same; for as the holy apostle saith, 'Law is good, if a man use it lawfully,'
First Timothy, chapter first, hey-ho-hum!"
"What the deuce have you, or such as you, to do with the motives or
morals of those who employ you?" demanded Quirky, whose natural
insolence for the moment got entirely the better of his prudence.
"Sir, sir,—I am a gentleman!"
"If he had been a thief who died on the gallows, it were all the same
to me," replied the legal bully; "I want neither gentlemen, nor their sons,
in my office. I want only my orders obeyed; my work, my business done.
I want——"
"Will not tempt me, the hard words and gratuitous insolence of an
underbred villain are less likely to do so," I exclaimed; and by one blow
of the ponderous ruler stretched Mr. Quirky bleeding and senseless at my
feet. Then a flame seemed to pass before my eyes, a shock like
electricity ran over every fibre, and feeling my heart grow wild with rage
and excitement, I sprang upon the excited Macfarisee just as he was
rushing to the bellrope. Grasping his white neckcloth by one hand, I
showered my blows upon his bald caput and shoulders with the other,
until, in reeling backward, he stumbled over Quirky, and falling heavily
against a writing-table, lay still as if dead. A wilder spirit of mischief and
destruction was now added to my long-pent-up hatred; and with the
mischief of a boy, or of an enraged monkey, I snatched sundry bundles of
papers, tore some to pieces, heaped others on the fire, spilled the
contents of a large inkbottle over everything, threw down the tables and
chairs, and with an io pæan of triumph, rushed from the the field of
battle, flourishing my ruler like the truncheon of a conqueror.
Just as I sprang down stairs into the street, taking three steps at a
time, a window was opened overhead, and I heard the shrill voice of
Macfarisee shouting,—