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XIX. DR PROl , NDTH

XX. IN rUOlLNIiUM .

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MEH ALAH : .

.1 STOBY OF THE SALT MAESUAL,

CHAPTER I.

THE RAY.

Between the mouths of the Black water and the Colne,
on the east coast of Essex, lies an extensive marshy
tract veined and freckled in every part with water. It
is a wide waste of debatable ground contested by sea
and land, subject to incessant incursions from the former,
but stubbornly maintained by the latter. At high tide
the appearance is that of a vast surface of moss or Sar-
gasso weed floating on the sea, with rents and patches
of shining water traversing and dappling it in all
directions. The creeks, some of considerable length
and breadth, extend many miles inland, and are arterifc«j
whence branches out a fibrous tissue of smaller channels,
flushed with water twice in the twenty-four hours. At
noon-tides, and especially at the equinoxes, the sen
asserts its royalty over this vast region, and overflows
the whole, leaving standing out of the flood only the
louj^ island of Merseu, and the lesser islet, called the

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Ray. Tliis latter is a hill of gravol risinq^ from the
heart of the jMarslies, crowned witJi ancient thorntrees,
and possessing, what is denied the mainland, an unfail-
ing spring of purest water. At ebb, the Ray can only
be reached from the old Roman causeway, called tlie
Strood, over which runs the road from Colchester to
Mersea Isle, connecting formerly the city of the
Trinobantes with the station of the count of the Saxon
shore. But even at ebb, the Ray is not approachable
by land unless the sun or east wind has parched the
oc.e into brick ; and then the way is long, tedious and
tortuous, among bitter pools and over shining creeks.
It was perhaps because this ridge of high ground was
so inaccessible, so well protected by nature, that the
ancient inhabitants had erected on it a rath, or fortified
camp of wooden logs, which left its name to the place
long after the timber defences had rotted away.

A more desolate region can scarce be conceived, and
yet it is not without beauty. In summer, the thrift
mantles the marshes with shot satin, passing through
all gradations of tint from maiden's blush to lily white.
Thereafter a purple glow steals over the waste, as the
sea lavender bursts into flower, and simultaneously
every creek and pool is royally fringed with sea astei*.
A little later the glass-wort, that shot up green and
transparent as emerald glass in the early spring, turns
to every tinge of carmine.

When all vegetation ceases to live, and goes to sleep,
the juarshes are alive and wakeful with countless wild
fowl. At all times th y are haunted with sea mews
and roysten crows, in v uter they teem witli wild duck
and grey geese. The stately heron loves to wade in the

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pools, occasionally the whooper swan sounds his loud
trumpet, ;ind flashes a white reflection in the still blue
waters of tlie fleets. The plaintive pipe of the curlew
is familiar to those who frequent these marshes, and
the barking of the brent greese as tliey return from
their northern breeding places is heard in November.

At the close of last century there stood on the Kay
a small farmhouse built of tarred wreckage timber, and
roofed with red pan-tiles. The twisted thorntrees about
it afforded some, but slight, shelter. Under tue little
cliff of gravel was a good beach, termed a • hard.'

On an evening towards the close of September, a
man stood in this farmhouse by the hearth, on wliicli
burnt a piece of wreckwood, opposite an old woman,
who crouched shivering with ague in a chair on the
other side. He was a strongly built man of about
thirty-five, wearing fisherman's boots, a brown coat and
a red plush waistcoat. His hair was black, raked over
his brow. His cheekbones were high ; his eyes dark,
eager, intelligent, but fierce in expression. His nose
was aquiline, and would have given a certain nobility
to his countenance, had not his huge jaws and heavy
chin contributed an animal cast to his face.

He leaned on his duck-gun, and glared from under
his pent-house brows and thatch of black hair over the
head of the old woman at a girl who stood behind, lean-
ing on the back of her motlier's chair, and who returned
his stare with a look of defiance from her brown eyes.

The girl might have been taken for a sailor boy, as
she leaned over the cliairback, but Hz's the profusion of
her ])lack hair. She wore a blue knitted guernsey
covering body and arms, and aerots the breast, woven

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4 * MEHALAH.

in red wool, was the name of the vessel, * G-loriann.*
The guernsey had been knitted for one of the crew of a
ship of this name, but had come into the girl's possession.
On her head she wore the scarlet woven cap of a boat-
man.

The one-pane window at the side of the firephice
faced the west, and the evening sun lit her brown gipsy
face, burnt in her large eyes, and made coppery lights
in her dark hair.

The old woman was shivering with the ague, and
shook the chair on which hey daughter leaned ; a cold
sweat ran off her brow, and every now and then slie
raised a white faltering hand to wipe the drops away
that hung on her eyebrows like rain on thatching.

'I did not catch the chill here,' she said. *I
ketched it more than thirty years ago when I was on
Mersea Isle, and it has stuck in my marrow ever since.
But there is no ague on the Ray. This is the healthiest
place in the world, JSIelialah has never caught the ague
on it. I do not wish ever to leave it, and to lay my
bones elsewhere.'

' Then you will have to pay your rent punctually,'
said the man in a dry tone, not looking at her, but at
her daughter.

* Please the Lord so we shall, as we ever have done,'
answered the woman ; ' but when the chill comes on
me '

' Oh, curse the chill,' interrupted tlie man ; * who
cares for that except perhaps Glory yonder, who has to
work for both of you. Is it so, Glory ? '

The girl thus addressed did not answer, but folded
her arms on the chairback, and leaiunl her cliin upoii

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them. She seemed at tliat moment like a wary cat
watching a threatening dog, and ready at a moment
to sliow lier claws and show desperate battle, not out of
malice, but in self-defence.

* Why, but for you sitting there, -'-/eating and
jabbering, Glory would not be bound to tils lone islet,
but would go out and see the world, and taste life. She
grows here like a mushroom, she does not live. Is it
not so. Glory ? *

The girl's face was no longer lit by the declining sun,
which liad glided further north-west, but the flames of
the driftwood flickered in her large eyes that met those
of the man, and the cap was still illumined by the even-
ing glow, a scarlet blaze against the indigo gloom.

' Have you lost your tongue. Glory ?' asked the man,
impatiently striking the bricks with the butt end of hia
gun.

* Why do you not speak, Mehalah ? ' said the mother,
turning her wan wet face aside, to catch a glimpse of her
daughter.

' I've answered him fifty times,* said the girl.

* No,* protested the old woman fciebly, * you have
not spoken a word to Master Eebow.'

* By God, she is right,' broke in the man. * The
little devil has a tongue in each eye, and she has been
telling me with each a .thousand times that she hates
me. Eh, Glory?*

The girl rose erect, set her teeth, and turned her
face aside, and looked out at the little window on the
decaying light.

Rebow laughed aloud.

* She hated me before, and now she hates me worse,

METTALAH.

because I have become lier landlord. I have bonght. the
Kay for eight imndred pomuls. The Kay is mine, I
tell you. lAIistress Sharland, you will henceforth have
to pay one the rent, to me and to none other. I am
voiir landlord, and Michaelmas is next week.'

' The rent shall be paid, Elijah ! ' said the widow.

* The Ray is mine,' pursued Rebow, swelling with
pride. ' I have bought it with my own money — eight
hundred pounds. I could stubb up the trees if I would.
I could cart muck into the well and choke it if I would.
1 could pull down the stables and break them up for
firewood if 1 chose. All here is mine, the Ray, the
marshes, and the saltings,* the creeks, the fleets, the
farm. That is mine,' said he, striking the wall with
his gun, * and that is mine,' dashing the butt end against
the hearth ; * and you are mine, and Glory is mine.'

' That never,' said the girl stepping forward, and
confronting him with dauntless eye and firm lips and
folded arms.

' Eh ! Gloriana 1 have I roused you ? * exclaimed
Elijah Rebow, with a flash of exultation in his fierce
eyes. * I said that the house and che marshes, and the
saltings are mine, I have bought them. And your
mother and you are mine.*

* Never,' repeated the girl.

* But I say yes.'

* We are yoar tenants, Elijah,' observed the widow
nervously interposing. * Do not let Mehalah anger you.
i^he has been reared here in solitude, and she does not

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know the ways of men. She means nothing hy her
maimer.'

* r do,' said tlie girl, * and he knows it,*

*8he is a headlong child,' pursued tlie old womnn.
* and when she fares to say or do a thing, there is no
staying tongue or hand. Do not mind lier, master.*

The man paid no heed to the woman's words, hut
fixed his attention on tlie girl. Neither spoke. It was
as though a war of wills was proclaimed and hegun.
He sought to heat down her defences with the force of
his resolve flung at her from his dark eyes, and she
parried it dauntlessly with her pride.

' By God ! ' he said at last, * I have never i^en any-
where else a girl of your sort. There is none elsewhere.
I like you.'

' I knew it,* said the mother with feeble triumph in
her palsied voice. ' She is a right good girl at heart,
true as steel, and as tough in fibre.'

* I have bought the house and the pasture, and the
marshes and the saltings,' said Elijah sulkily, * and all
that thereon is. You are mine, Glory I You cannot
escape me. Give me your hand.'

She remained motionless, with folded arms. He
laid his heavy palm on her shoulder.

* Give me your hand, and mine is light ; I will help
you. Let me lay it on you and it will crush you.
Escape it you cannot. This way or that. My hand will
clasp or crush.'

She did not stir. . # *

* The wild fowl that fly here are mine, the fish that
swim in the fleets are mine,' he went on ; * I can shoot
and net them,*

MF.nALAn.

* So can T, and ao can anyone,* said the girl
haughtily.

* Let them try it on,* said Elijah ; * I am not one to
be trifled witli, as the world well knows. I will bear no
poaching here. I have bought the Ray, and the fish
are mine, and the fowl are mine, and you are mine also.
Let him touch who dares.'

' The wild fowl are free for any man to shoot, the
fish are free for any man to net,' said the girl scornfully.

* That is not my doctrine,' answered Elijah. ' What
is on my soil and in my waters is mine, I may do with
them what I will, and so also all that lives on my estate
is mine.' Returning with doggedness to his point, * As
you live in my house and on my land, you are mine.'

* Mother,' said the girl, *give him notice, and quit
the Ray.'

*I could not do it, Mehalah, I could not do it,'
answered the woman. ' I've lived all my life on the
marshes, and I cannot quit them. But this is a healthy
spot, and not like the marshes of Dairy House where
once we were, and where I ketched the chill.'

' You cannot go till you have paid me the rent,*
said Rebow.

* That,' answered Mehalah, * we will do assuredly.*

' So you promise. Glory I ' said Rebow. ' But should
you fail to do it, I could take every stick here : — That
chair in which your mother shivers, those dishes yonder,
the bed you sleep in, the sprucehutch * in which you
keep your clothes. I could pluck the clock, the heart
of the house, out of it. I could tear that defiant red
cap oflf your head. I could drive you both out with-

* Cypress-chest.

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out a cover into the whistling east wind and biting
frost.'

* I tell you, we can and we will pay.*

< But should you not be able at any time, I warn
you what to expect. I've a fancy for that jersey you
wear with " Gloriana " right across the breast. I'll pull
it off and draw it on myself.' He ground his teeth.
* I will have it, if only to wrpi mi in, in my grave. I
will cross my arms over it, as you do now, and set my
teeth, and not a devil in hell shall tear it off me.'

' I tell you we will piiy.'

*Let me alone, let me talk. This ig better than
money. I will rip the tiling off the roof and fling it
down between the rafters, if you refuse to stir ; I will
cjist it at your mother and you, Glory. The red cap
will not protect your skull from a tile, will it ? And
yet you say, I am not your master. You do not belong
to me, as do the marshes and the saltings, and the wild
duck.'

* I tell you we will pay,' repeated the girl pas-
sionately, as she wrenched her shoulder from his iron
grip.

* You don't belong to me ! ' jeered Elijah. Then
slapping the arm of the widow's chair, and pointing over
his shoulder at Mehalah, he said scornfully : * She says
she does not belong to me, as though she believed it. But
she does, and you do, and so does that chair, and the
log that smoulders on the hearth, and the very hearth
itself, with its heat, the hungry ever-devouring belly of
the house. I've bought the Ray and all that is on it
for eight hundred pounds. I saw it on the paper, it
stands in writing and may not be broke through.

MKHALAH.

Lawyers' scripture binds and looses as Bible scripture,
I will stick to my rights, to every thread and breath of
them. She is mine.'

* But, Elijah, bo reasonable,' said the widow, liftin<j;
her hand appealingly. The fit of a<i^ue was passin;^-
away. ' We are in a Christian land. We are not slaves
to be bought and sold like cattle.'

' If you cannot pay the rent, I can take everything
from you. I can throw you out of this chair down on
those bricks. I can take the crock and all the meat in
it. I can take^he bed on which you sleep. I can take
the clothes olif' your back.'* Turningsuddenly round on
the girl he glared, * I will rip the jersey off her, and
wear it till I rot. I will pull the red cap off her head
and lay it on my heart to keep it warm. None shall
say me nay. Tell me, mistress, what are you, what is
Khe, without house and bed and clothing ? I will take
her gun, I will swamp her boat, I will trample down
your garden. I will drive you both down with my dogs
upon the saltings at the spring tide, at the full of moon.
You shall not shelter here, on my island, if you will not
pay. I tell you, I have bought the Ray, I gave for it
eight hundred pounds.'

* But Elijah,' protested the old woman, * do not be so
angry. We are sure to pay.'

* We will pay him, mother, and then he cannot open
his mouth against us.' At that moment the door flew
open, and two men entered, one young, the other
old.

* There is the money,' said the girl, as the latter laid
a canvas bag on the table.

* We've sold the sheep — at least Abraham has,' said

THE RAY.

the youngf man joyously, as he held out his hand.
♦Sold them well, too, Glory I '

The girl's entire face v/as transformed. The cloud
that had hung over it cleared, the hard eyes softened,
and a kindly light beamed from them. The set lips
became flexible and smiled. Elijah saw and noted
the change, and his brow grew darker, his eye more
threatening.

Mehalah strode forward, and held out her hand
to clasp that offered her. Elijah swung his musket
suddenly about, and unless she had hastily recoiiiMl,
tlie barrel would have struck, perhaps broken, her
wrist.

* You refused my hand,' lie said, * although you are
mil 3. I bought the Ray for eight hundred pounds.'
Then turning to the young man with sullenness, he
asked, ' George De Witt, what brings you here?'

*\yhy, cousin, I've a right to be here as well as
you.'

' No, you have not. I have bought the Kay, and no
man sets foot on this island against my will.'

The young man laughed good-humoured ly.

* You won't keep me off your property then, Elijah,
HO long as Glory is here ? '

Elijah miide a motion as though he would si)e;ik
angrily, but restrained himself with an effort. He
said nothing, but his eyes followed every movement of
Mehalah Sharland. She turned to him with an exultant
splendour in her face, and pointing to the canvas b.ig
on the table, said, * There is the money. Will you take
the rent at once, or wait till it is du

*It is not due till next Thursday.'

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MI^^ALA^.

*We do not pay for a few weeks. Tliree weeks*
[,^iaL'e we have been liitlierto allowed.'

* I give no grace.'

* Then take your money at once.'

* I will not touch it till it is due. I will take
it next Thursday. You will bring it me then to Red
Hall.'

* Is the l)oat all right where I left her ? ' asked the
young man.

* Yes, George I ' answered the girl, * she is on the
hard wliere you anchored her this morning. What have
you been getting in Colchester to-day ? '

* I have bought some groceries for mother,' he said,
•and there is a present with me for you. But that I
will not give up till by-and-bye. You will help me to
thrust the boat otT, will you not, Glory?'

* Slie is afloat now. However, I will come presently,
I must give Abraham first his supper.'

' Tliank ye,' said the old man. * George de Witt
and me stopped at the Rose and had a bite. I must go
at once after the cows. You'll excuse me.* He went
out.

* Will you stay and sup with us, George ? ' asked the
widow. ' There is sometldng in the pot will be ready
directly.'

' Thank you all the same,' he replied, * I want to be
hack as soon as I can, the night will be dark ; besides,
you and Glory have company.' Then turning to Rebow
he added :

' So you have bought the Ray.'

* I have.'

* Then Glory and her mother are your tenant^.'

TitK RAY.

•Tlifty are mine.'

* 1 hope they will find you an easy landlord.*
' I reckon they will not,' said Elijah sliortly.

* Come along, Glory!* he called, abandon in <jf the
topic and the uncongenial .speaker, and tm*ning to the
girl. * Help me with my boat.'

* Don't be gone for long, Mchalah ! ' said her mother.

* I shall be back directly.'

Elijah Rebow kept his mouth closed. His face was
as though cast in iron, but a living fire smouldered
within and broke out through the eye-sockets, as lava
will lie hard and cold, a rocky crust with a fiery fluid
core within that at intervals glares out at fissures.
He did not utter a word, but he watched Glory go out
with De Witt, and then a grim smile curdled his rugged
cheeks. He seated himself opposite the widow, and
spread his great hands over the fire. He was pondering.
The shadow of his strongly featured face and expanded
hands was cast on the opposite wall ; as the flame
flickered, the sliadow hands seemed to open and shut, to
stretch and grasp.

The gold had died out of the sky and only a pearly
twilight crept in at tLa window, the evening heaven
seen through the pane was soft and cool in tone as the
tints of the Glaucus gull. The old woman remained
silent. She was afraid of the new landlord. She had
long known him, longer known of him, she had never
liked him, and she liked less to have him now in a place
of power over her. . ■*

■ Presently Rebow rose, slowly, from his seat, and
laying aside his gun said, * I too have brought a present,
but not for Glory. She must know notliing of this, it

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is for yon. I put the keo^ outside the door under the
wlutethorn. I knew a drop of spirits was good for the
ague. We get spirits clieap, or J would not give you
any.' He was unahle to do a gracious act without mar-
ring its merit by an ungracious word. ' I will fetch it
in. May it comfort you in the chills.'

He went out of the house and returned with a
little keg under his arm. ' Where is it to go ? ' he
asked.

' Oh, Master Rebow ! this is good of you, and I am
thankful. My ague does>pull me down sorely.'

' Damn your ague, who car6s about it ! ' he said
surlily. ' Where is the keg to go ? '

' Let me roll it in,' said the old woman, jumping up,
* There are better cellars and storeplaces here than any-
vvhere between this and Tiptree Heath.'

* Saving mine at Red Hali, and those at Salcot Rising
Sun,' interjected the man.

' You see, Rebow, in times gone by, a great many
smuggled goods were stowed away here ; but much does
not come this way now,' with a sigh.

' It goes to Red Hull instead,' said Rebow. * Ah I
if you were there, your life would be a merry one.
Til ere I take the keg. I have had trouble enough
bringing it here. You stow it away where you like,
yourself; and draw me a glass, I am dry/

He flung himself in the chair again, and let the old
woman take up and hug the keg, and carry it off to
some secure hiding-place where in days gone by many
mucli larger barrels of brandy and wine had been stored
away. She soon returned.

* I have not tapped this,' she said. * The liquor will

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he murldv. T have drawn a little from the other tliat
you oave me.'

Elijah took the j^lass from her hand and tossed it off.
lie was chuckling to himself.

' You will say a word for me to Glory.*

' Rely on me, Elijah. Xoue has heen so good tome
1X9, you. None has given me anything for my chill hut
you. But Mehalah will find it out, I reckon ; she sus-
pects already.'

He paid no heed to her words.

' So she is not mine, nor the house, nor the marslies,
nor the saltings, nor the fish and fowl I ' he muttered
derisively to himself.

' I paid eight hundred pounds for the Ray and all
that therein is,' he continued, ' let alone what I paid the
lawyer.' He rubhed his hands. Then he rose again,
and took his gun.

' I'm off,' he said, and strode to the door.

At the same moment JNIehalah appeared at it, her
face clear and smiling. She looked handsomer than
ever.

'Well !' snarled Rehow, arresting der, * what did he
give you?'

*Tliat is no concern of yours,' answered the girl, and
she tried to pass. He put his fowling piece across the
door and barred the wa}'.

' What did he give you ? ' he asked in his dog<^ed
manner. '

* I might refuse to answer,' she said carelessly, ' but
I do not mind your knowing ; the whole Ray and ^Nler-
s«^a, and the world outside may know. This ! ' She
produced an Indian red silk kerchief, which she flunji

MEHALAH.

over lier shoulders and knotted under her chin. With
her rich complexion, hazel eyes, dark hair and scarlet
cap, lit by the red fire flames, she looked a gipsy, and
splendid in her Leauty. Rebow dropped his gun, thrust
her aside with a sort of mad fury, and flung himself out
of the door.

' He is gone at last I ' said the girl with a gay laugh.

Rebow put his head in again. His lips were drawn
back and his white teeth glistened,

* You will pay the rent next Thursday, I give no
grace.' •

Then he shut the door and was gone

CHAPTER II.

THE RllYN.

* Mother,* said Mehalah, ' are you better now ? '

' Yes, the fit is oflF me, but I am left terribly weak.'

' jNIother, will you give me the medal ? '

' What ? Your grandmother's charm ? You cannot

want it I '

' It brings luck, and saves from sudden death, I

wish to give it to Greorge.'

' No, Mehalah ! This will not do. You must keep

it yourself.'

' It is mine, is it not ? '

' No, child ; it is promised you, but it is not yours

yet. You shall have it some future day.'

' I want it at once, that I may give it to George.

He has made me a present of this red kerchief for my

THE RIIYN,

neck, and he has given me many another remembrance,
hut I have made him no return. I have nothing that
I can give him save that medal. Let me have it.'

' It must not go out of the family, Mehalah.'

' It will not. You know what is between George
and me.*

The old woman hesitated and excused herself, but
was so much in the habit of yielding to her daughter,
that she was unable in this matter to maintain her
opposition. She submitted reluctantly, and crept out
of the room to fetch the article demanded of lier.

When she returned, she found Mehalah standing
before the fire with her back to the embers, and her
hands knitted behind her, looking at the floor, lost in
thought.

' There it is,' grumbled the old woman. * But I
don't like to part with it ; and it must no^t go out of
the family. Keep it yourself, Mehalah, and give it
away to none,'

The girl took the coin. It was a large silver token,
the size of a crown, bearing on the face a figure of
Mars in armour, with shield and brandished sword,
between the zodiacal signs of the Eam and the
Scorpion.

The reverse was gilt, and represented a square
divided into five-and-twenty smaller s([uares, each con-
taining a number, so that the sum in each row, taken
either vertically or horizontally, was sixty-five. Tlie
medal was undoubt dly foreign. Theophrastus Para-
celsus, in his ' Archidoxa,' published in the year 1572,
describes some 8uch talisman, gives instructions for its
casting, and Bays ; * This seal or token gives him who

MKHALAfl".

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carries it about him strength and security and victory
in al] battles, protection in all perils. It ena})le3
him to overcome his enemies and counteract their
plots.'

The medal held by the girl belonged to the six-
teenth century. Neitlier she nor her mother had ever
heard of Paracelsus, and knew nothing of his ' Archi-
doxa.* The figures on the face passed their compre-
hension. The mystery of the square on the reverse
had never been discovered by them. They knew only
that the token was a charm, and that family tradition
held it to secure the weurer against sudden death by
violence.

A hole was drilled through the piece, and strong
silver ring inserted. A broad silk riband of faded blue
passed through the ring, so that the medal might be
worn about the neck. For a few moments Mehalah
studied the mysterious figures by the fire-light, then
tlung the riband round her neck, and hid the coin and
its perplexing symbols in her bosom.

' I must light a candle,' she said ; then she stopped
by the table on her way across the room, and took up
the glass upon it.

' Mother,' she suid slnrply ; ' who has been drinking
here?'

The old woman pretended not to hear the ipiestion.
and began to poke the fire.

' ^Mother, has Elijah Rebow been drinking spirits out
of this glass ? '

' To be sure, Mehalah, he did just take a drop.'

' Whence did he get it ? '

* Dont vou think it probable that such a man aa

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he, out much on the uiarshes, should carry t bottle
about with him ? Mosst men go provided against the
cliill who can afford to do so.'

'Mother,' said the ^irl impatiently, * you are ae-
ceiving me. . I know he got the spirits here, and that
you have had them here for some time. I insist on
being told how you came by them.'

The old woman made feeble and futile attempts to
evade answering her daughter directly ; but was at last
forced to confess that on two occasions, of which thi;^
evening was one, Elijah Kebowhad brought lier a small
keg of rum.

* You do not grudge it me, Mehalah, do you ? It
does me good when I am low after my fits.'

' I do not grudge it you,' answered the girl ; ' but
I do not choose you should receive favours from that
man. He has to-day been threatening us, and yet
secretly he is making you presents. Why does he come
here ? ' She looked full in her mother's face. ' Why
does he. give you these spirits ? He, a man wlio never
did a good action but asked a return in fourfold
measure. I promise you, mother, if he brings here any
more, that I will stave in the cask and let the liquor
you so value waste away.'

The widow made piteous protest, but her daughter
remained firm.

' Now,' said the girl, ' this point is settled between
us. Be sure I will not go back from my word. I will
in nothing be behoven to the man I abhor. Now let
me count the money.' She caught up the bag, then put
it down again. She lit a candle at the hearth, drew
her chair to the table, seated her/self at it, untied

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the string knotted about the neck of the pouch, and
poured the contents upon the board.

She sprang to her feet with a cry; she stood as
though petrified, with one hand to her head, the other
hohling the bag. Her eyes, wide open with dismay,
were fixed on the little heap she had emptied on the
table — a heap of shot, great and small, some penny-
pieces, and a few bullets.

* What is the matt<u' with you, Mehalah ? What
has happened ? '

The girl was speechtess. The old woman moved to
the table and looked.

' Wliat is this, Mehalali ? '

*Look here 1 Lead, not gold.'

' There has been a mistake,' said the widow, ner-
vously, ' call Abraham ; he has given you the wrong
sack.'

' There has been no mistake. This is the right bag.
He had no other. We have been robbed.'

The old woman was about to put her hand on the
heap, but Mehalah arrested it.

'Do not touch anything here,' she said, *let all
remain as it is till I bring Abraham. I mupt ascertain
who has robbed us.'

She leaned Iier elbows on the table ; she platted her
fingers over her brow, and sat thinking. What could
have become of the money ? Where could it have been
withdrawn ? Who could have been the thief?

Abraham Dowsing, the shepherd, was a simple suily
old man, honest but not intelligent, selfish but trust-
worthy. He was a fair specimen of the East Saxon
peasant, a man of small reasoning power, moving like

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lid

a machine, very slow, muddy in mind, only slightly
advanced in the scale of beings above the dumb beasts ;
with instinct just awaking into intelligence, but not
sufficiently awake to kno^7 its powers ; more unhappy
and helpless than the brute, for instinct is exhausted in
the trail o formation process ; not happy as a man, for he
is encumbered with the new gift, not illumined and
assisted by it. He is distrustful of its power, inapt to
appreciate it, detesting the exercise of it.

On the fidelity of Abraham Dowsing, Mehalah felt
assured she might rely. He was guiltless of the ab-
straction. She relied on him to sell the sheep to the
best advantage, for, like everyone of low mental organi-
sation, he was grasping and keen to drive a bargain.
But when he had the money she knew that less confidence
could be reposed on him. He could think of but one
thing at a time, and if he fell into company, his mind
would be occupied by his jug of beer, his bread and
chfeese, or his companion. He would not huv^e attention
at command for anything beside.

The rustic brain has neither agility nor flexibility.
It oannot shift its focus nor change its point of sight.
The edu'^ated mind will p*er through a needlehole in a
sheet of paper, and see through it the entire horizon
and all the sky. The uncultured mind perceives nothinjj;
but a hole, a hole everywhere without bottom, to be
recoiled from, not sounded. When the oyster spat falls
on mud in a tidal estuary, it gets buried in mud deeper
with every tide, two films each twenty-four hours, and
becomes a fossil if it becomes anything. Mind in the
rustic is like oyster spat, unformed, the protoplasm of
mind but not mind itself, daily, annually deeper buried

MEHAl-AU.

in tlie mufl of coarse routine. It never tliinks, it scarce
lives, and dies in unconscioiisuess that it ever posaeipijed
life.

Mehalah sat considerini,', her mother by her, with
anxious eyes fastened on her daughter's face.

The money must have been abstracted either in
Colchester or on the way home. The old man had
Baid that he stopped and tarried at the Kose inn on the
way. Had the theft been there committed ? Who had
been bis associates in tliat tavern ?

• Mother,' said Mehalah suddenly, ' has the canvas
bag been on the table untouched since Abraham brought
it here ? ' '

' To be sure it has,'

' You have been in the room, in your seat all tlie
.vhile?'

' Of course I have. There \Vas no one here but
Kebow. You do not suspect him, do you ? '

Mehalah shook her head.

' No, I have no reason to do so. You were here all
the while ? '

'Yes.' . .

INIehalah dropped her brow again on her hands.
What was to be done ? It was in vain to question
Abraham. His thick and addled brain would baffle
enquiry. Like a savage, the peasant when questioned
will equivocate, and rather than speak the truth invent
a lie from a dim fear lest the truth should hurt him.
The lie is to him what his shell is to the snail, his place
of natural refuge ; he retreats to it not only from
danger, but from observation.

He does not desire to mislead the c^ueritst, but to

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baffle observation. He accumulates deception, e(|ui vo-
cation, falsehood about liim just uh he allows dirt to
clot his person, for his own warmth and comfort, not to
ottend others.

The girl st()<jd up.

* Mother, I must go after George De Witt at once.
He was with Abraham on the road home, and he will
tell us the truth. It is of no use ([uestionijig the old
man, he will grow suspicious, and think we are accusiu;;
liim. The tide is at flood, I shall be able to catch
George on the Mersea hard.'

' Take the lanthorn with you.'

* I will. The evening is becoming dark, and there
will be ebb as I come back. I must land in the
Baitings.'

Mehalah unhung a lanthorn from the ceiling and
kindled a candle end in it, at the light upon the table.
She opened the drawer of the table and took out a
pistol. She looked at the priming, and then thrust it
through a leather belt she wore under her guernsey.

On that coast, haunted by smugglers and other
lawless characters, a girl might well go armed. By
the roadside to Colchester where cross ways met, wap
growing an oak that had been planted as an acorn in
the mouth of a pirate of Rowhedge, not many years
before, who had there been hung in chains for men
murdered and maids carried off. Nearly every man
carried a gun in hopes of bringing home wild fowl, and
when Mehalah was in her boat, she usually took her
gun with her for the same purpose. But men bore
tirearms not only for the sake of bringing home game ;
self-protection demanded it.

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MEHALAIt.

At tliis period, the mouth of the Blackwater waH a
^Wiii centre of the smii^ji^ling trade ; the number aud
intricacy of the channels made it a safe harbour for
tliose who lived on contraband traffic. It was easy for
those who knew the creeks to elude the revenue boats,
and every fjxrm and tavern was ready to give cellarage
to run goods and harbour to smugglers.

Between Mersea and the Blackwater were several
flat holms or islands, some under water at high-tides,
others only just standing above it, and between these
the winding waterways formed a labyrinth in which it
was easy to evade pursuit and ent mgle the pursuerH.
The traffic was therefore ""here carried on with an
audacity and openness scarce paralleled elsewhere.
Although there was a coastguard station at the mouth
of the estuary, on Mersea ' Hard,' yet goods were run
even in open day under the very eyes of the revenue
men. Each public-house on the island and on the
mainland near a creek obtained its entire supply of wine
and spirits from contraband vessels. Whether the coast-
guard were bought to shut their eyes or were baffled by
the adroitness of the smugglers, cannot be said, but
certain it was, that the taverns found no difficulty in
obtaining their supplies as often and as abundant as
they desired.

The villages of Virley and Salcot were the chief
landing-places, and there horses and donkeys were
kept in large numbers for the conveyance of the spirits,
wine, tobacco and silk to Tiptree Heath, the scene of
Boadicaea's great battle with the legions of Suetonius,
which was the emporium of the trade. There a constant
fair or auction of contraband articles went on, and

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tlH'tice tlioy were distributed to iAIaldon, Colchester,
('heltnsford, and even London. Tiptree Heath was a
permanent camping ground of gipsies, and squatters
ran up there rude hovels; these were all engaged in
the distribution of the goods brought from the sea.

But thougli the taverns were able to supply them-
selves with illicit spirits, unchecked, the coastguard
were ready to arrest and detain run goods not destined
for their cellars. Deeds of violence were not rare, and
many a revenue officer fell a victim to his zeal. On
Sunken Island oif Mersea, the story went, that a whole
boat's crew were found with their throats cut ; they were
transported thence to the churchyard, there buried, and
their boat turned keel upwards over them.

Tlie gipsies were thought to pursue over-conscien-
tious and successful officers on the mainland, and remove
them with a bullet should they escape the smugglers on
the water.

The whole population of this region was more or
less mixed up with, and interested in, this illicit traffic,
and with defiance of the officers of the law, from the
parson who allowed his nag and cart to be taken from
his stable at night, left unbolted for the purpose, and
received a keg now and then as repayment, to the
vagabonds who dealt at the door far inland in silks and
tobacco obtained free of duty on the coast.

What was rare elsewhere was by no means uncommon
here, gipsies intermarried with the people, and settled
on the coast. The life of adventure, danger, and im-
permanence was sufficiently attractive to them to induce
them to abandon for it their roving habits ; perhfips
the difference of life was not so marked as to make the

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TI'-FTATAn.

clinnjjffi cUstastcfiil. Thus a strain of wild, rostloss,
law-defying ^ip'^y Mood entered tho veins of the Kssex
niarrihland pojmlations, and galvanised into now life
tlie slug^nsb and slimy liquid that trickled through
the Kast Saxon arteries. Adventurers from the Low
Countries, from France, even from Italy and Spain —
originally smuf^glers, settled on the coast, generally aa
publicans, in league with the owners of the contraband
vessels, married and left issue. There were neither
landed gentry nor resident incumbents in this district,
to civilise and restrain. The land was held by yeomen
farmers, and by squatters who had seized on and enclosed
waste land, no man saying them nay. At the revocation
of the Edict of Nantes a large number of Huguenot
French families had settled in the * Hundreds' and the
marshes, and for full a century in several of the churches
divine service was performed alternately in French and
English. To the energy of these colonists perhaps ai-e
due the long-extended sea-walls enclosing vast tracts of
pasture from the tide.

Those Huguenots not only infused their Gallic blood
into the veins of the people, but also their Puritanic
})itterness and Calvinistic partiality for Old Testament
names. Thus the most frequen; Christian names met
with are those of patriarchs, prophets and Judaic kings,
and the sire-names are foreign, often greatly corrupted.

Yet, in spite of this infusion of strange ichor from nil
sides, the agricultural peasant on the land remains un-
altered, stamped out of the old unleavened dough of Saxon
stolidity, forming a class apart from that of the farmers
and that of the seamen, in intelligence, temperament,
and gravitation. All he has derived from the French

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elpTiKMif Nvliich lias wuslied ulMtiit liim has boon a nasal
twang in his pronunciation of Knglish. Yet his dogged
adli<;rence to one letter, whicli was jeopardised by the
Gallic invasion, has reacted, and imposed on the in-
vaders, and the v is universally replaced on the E<s«^x
coast hy a w.

In the plaster and oak cottaji^es away from the sea,
l»y stagnant pools, the hatching places of clouds of
mos(|uitos, whence rises with the night the haunting
spirit of tertian ague, the hag that rides on, and takes
the life out of the sturdiest men and women, and shakes
and wastes the vital nerves of the children, live the old
Kast Saxon slow moving, never thinking, day labourers.
In the tarred wreck-timber cabins by the sea just above
the reach of the tide, beside the shingle beach, swarms
a yeasty, turbulent, race of mixed-breeds, engaged in
the fishery and in the contraband trade.

Mehalah went to the bojit. It was floating. She
placed the lunthorn in the bows, cast loose, and began
to row. She woidd need the light on her return, perhaps,
as with the falling tide she would l;^e unabl<^ to reach
the landing-place under the farmhouse, and be forced
to anchor ai the end of the island, and walk home across
the saltings. To cross these without a light on a dark
night is not safe even to one knowing the lie of the land,

A little light still lingered in the sky. There was
a yellow grey glow in the west over the Hradwell shore.
Its fringe of trees, and old barn chapel standing across
the walls of the buried city Otliona, stood sombre against
the light, as thougli dabbed in pitch on a faded golden
ground. The water was still, as no wind was blowing,
and it reflected the sky and the stars that stole out, with

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such distinctness that the l)oat seemed to be swimming
in the sky, among black tatters of clouds, these being
the streaks of land that bio ie the horizon and the re-
flection.

Gulls were screaming, and curlew uttered their
mournful cry. Mehalah rowed swiftly down the Rhyn,
as the channel was called that divided the Ray from the
mainland, and that led to the * hard ' by the Rose inn,
and formed the highway by which it drew its supplies,
and from which every /arm in the parish of Peldon
carried its casks of strong liquor. To the west extended
a vast marsh from which the tide was excluded by a
dyke many miles in length. Against the northern
horizon rose the hill of Wigborough crowned by a church
and a great tumulus, and some trees that served as
landmarks to the vessels entering the Blackwater. In
ancient days the hill had been a beacon station, and it
was reconverted to this purpose in time of war. A man
was placed by order of Government in the tower, to
light a crescet on the summit, in answer to a similar
beacon at Mersea, in the event of a hostile fleet being
seen in the offing.

Now and then the boat — it was a flat-bottomed punt
— hissed among the asters, as Mehalah shot over tracts
usually dry, but now submerged ; she skirted next a bed
of bulrushes. These reeds are only patient of occasional
flushes with salt water, and where they grow it is at
the opening of a land drain, or mark a fresh spring.
Suddenly as she was cutting the flood, the punt was
jarred and arrested. She looked round. A boat was
across her bows. It had shot out of the rushes and
F^^pped her.

THE RHYN.

* Whither are you going, Glory ? '

Tlie voice was that of Elijah Rebow, the last man
Mehalah wished to meet at night, when alone on the
water.

* That is my affair, not yours,' she answered. ' I am
in haste, let me pass.'

* I will not. I will not be treated like this, Glory.
I have shot you a couple of curlew, and he'*e they are.'

He flung the birds into her boat. Mehalah threw
them back again.

'Let it be an understood thing between us, Elijah,
that we will accept none of your presents. You have
brought my mother a keg of rum, and I have ?v.'orn to
beat in the head of the next you give h<?r. She will
take nothing from you.'

' There you are mistaken, Glory ; she will take as
much as I will give her. You mean that you w'ill not.
I understand your pride, Glory ! and I love you for it.'

* I care nothing for your love or your hate. We are
naught to each other.'

' Yes we are, I am your landlord. We shall see how
that sentiment of yours will stand next Thursday.'

* What do you mean ? ' asked Mehalah hastily.

* What do I mean ? W^hy, I suppose I am intelli-
gible enough in what I say for you to understand me
without explanation. When you come to pay the nmt
to me next Thursday, you will not be able to say we are
naught to each other. Why I you will have to pay me
for every privilege of life you enjoy, for the house you
occupy, for the marshes that feed your cow and swell its
udder with milk, for the saltings on which yom* sheep
fatten and grow their wool.' 4

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MKHALAH.

The brave girl's henrt failrrl for a mompnt She
had not the money. What would Klijcih say and do
when he discovered that she and her mother were
defaulters? However, she put a bold face on the matter
now, and thrusting off the boat with her oar, she said
impatiently, ' You are causing me to waste precious
time. I must be back before the water is out of tlie
fleets.'

* Whither are you going ? ' again asked Kebow, and
«igain he drove his boat athwart her ])()\vs. ' It is not
safe for a young girl like you to be about on the water
after nightfall with ruffians of all sorts poaching on my
saltings and up and down my creeks.'

' I am going to Mersea City,' said Mehalah.

* You are going to Greorge De Witt.'

* What if I am ? That is no concern of yours.'

* He is my cousin.'

*I wish he were a cousin very far removed from
you.'

'Oh Glory! you are jesting.' He caught i\w sid(^
of the punt with his hand, for she made an effort to
push past him. ' I sliall not detain you long. Take
t]iese curlew. They are plump birds ; your mother
will relish them. Take them, and- be damned to your
pride. I shot them for you.'

' I will not have them, Elijah.'

* Then I will not either,' and he flung the dead birds
into the water.

She seized the opportunity, and dipping h('r oars in
tlie tide, strained at them, and shot away. 81ie lieard
him curse, for his boat had grounded and he could not
tbllaw.

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tl not

8hp !:mi;hod in reply.

In twenty minutes Melialah ran her punt on INIorsoii
bench. Here a little above high-water mark stood a
cluster of wooden houses and an old inn, pretentiou>ily
called the * City,' a hive of smugglers. On the shore,
somewhat east, and away from the city, lay a dismasted
vessel, fastened upright by chains, the keel sunk in the
shingle. She had been carried to this point at spring
flood and stranded, and was touched, not lifted by the
ordinary tides. Mehalah's punt, drawing no draug^u,
floated under the side of this vessel, and she caught tlie
ladder by which access was obtained to the deck.

' Who is there ? ' asked George De Witt, looking over
the side.

' I am come after you, George,' answered Mehalah,

* Why, Glory ! what is the matter ? '

'There is something very serious the matter. You
must come back with me at orce to the Kay.'
' Is your mother ill ? '

* Worse than that.*
•Dead?'

*No, no I nothinp- of tliat sort. She is all ri<>-]it.
But I cannot explain the circumstances now. Come at
once and with me.'

' I will get the boat out directly.'

' Never mind the boat. Come in the punt with me.
You cannot return by water to-night. Tlie ebb will
prevent that. You will be obliged to go round by
the Strood. Tell your mother not to expect you.*

* But what is the matter, Glory ? '

* I will tell you when we are afloat.'

•I shall be back directly, but I do not know how

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MEHALAIT.

the old woman will take it.' He swung himself down
into tlie cabin, and annoimced to his mother that he
was going to the Ray, and would return on foot by the
Strood.

A gurgle of objurgations rose from the hatchway,
and followed the young man as he made his escape.

* I wouldn't have done it for another,' said he ; * the
old lady is put out, and will not forgive me. It will
be bad walking by the Strood, Glorv ! Can't you put
me across to the Fresh Marsh ? '

* If there is water enough I will do so. Be quick
now. There is no time to spare.'

He came down the ladder and stepped into the punt.
'Give me the oars. Glory. You sit in the stern
and take the lanthorn.'

* It is in the bows.'

* I know that. But can you not under.^tand, Glory,
that when I am rowing, I like to see you. Hold (lie
lanthorn so that I may get a peep of your face now and
then.'

' Do not be foolish, George,' said Mehalah. How-
ever, she did as he asked, and the yellow dull light fell
on her face, red handkerchief and cap.

' You look like a witch,' laughed De Witt.

* I will steer, row as hard as you can, George,' said
the girl ; then abruptly she exclaimed, ' I have some-
thing for you. Take it now, and look at it afterwards.'

She drew the medal from her bosom, and passing
the riband over her head, leaned forward, and tossed
the loop across his shoulders.

* Don't upset the boat. Glory 1 Sit still ; a punt is
an unsteady vessel, and won't bear dancing in. What
is it that you have given me?*

THE RHYN.

* I shall always keep it, Glory, for the sake of the {^irl
I love best in the world. Now tell me; am I to row
up Mersea channel or the Khyn ? '

* There is water enoiii^li in the Rhyn, though we
shall not be able to reach our luird. You row on, and
do not trouble yourself about the direction, I will steer.
We shall land on the Saltings. That is why I have
brought the lanthorn with me.'

* What are you doing with the light ? *

* I must put it behind me. With the blaze in my
eyes I cannot see where to steer.' She did as she
said.

* Now tell me, Glory, what you have hung round
my neck.'

* It is a medal, George.'

' Whatevei it be, it comes from you, and is worth
more than gold.'

* It is worth a great deal. It is a certain charm.'

* Indeed I'

* It preserves him who wears it from death by vio-
lence.'

At the word a flash shot out of the rushes, and a
bullet whizzed past the stern.

George De Witt paused on his oars, startled> con-
foimded.

' The bullet was meant for you or me,' said Mehalah
in a low voice. ' Had the lanthorn been in the bows
and not in the stein it would have struck you.'

Then she sprang up and held the lanthorn aloft,
above her head.

* Coward, whoever you are, skulking in the reeds.

MRHALAH.

Show a light, if yon are a man. Sliow a li«>ht as I do,
and give me a mark in return.'

' Fo/ heaven's sake. Glory, put out the candle,' ex-
claimed De Witt in agitation.

' Coward I show a light, that I may hare a sliot at
you,' she cried again, witliout noticing what Cxeorge
said. In his alarm for her and for himself, h«^ raised hi ^
oar and dashed the Ian thorn out of her hand. It fell,
and went out in the water.

Mehalah drew her pistol from her belt, and cocked it.
She was standing, witliout trembling, immovable in the
punt, her eye fixed unflinching on tlie reeds.

* Greorge,' she said, ' dip the oars. Don't let her float
away.'

He hesitated.

Presently a slight click was audible^ then a feeble
flash, as from flint struck with steel in the pitch black-
ness of the shore.

Then a small red F^^^rk burned steadily.

Not a sound, save the ripple of the retreating tide.

Mehalah's pistol was levelled at the spark. She
fired, and the spark disappeared.

She and George held their breath.

' I have hit,' she said. ' Now run the punt in where
the light was visible.'

* No, Glory ; this will not do. I am not going to
run you and myself into fresh danger.' He struck out.

' George, you are rowing away ! Give me tlie
oars. I will find out who it was that fired at us.'

'This is foolhardiness,' he said, but obeyed. A
couple of strokes ran the punt among the reeds.
Nothing was to be seen or lieard. The night was dark

THE RHYN.

on the water., it was black as ink amon^ the nislies.
Several times De Witt stayed his hand and listened,
but tliere was not a sound save the gurgle of the water,
and the song of the night wind among the tassels and
harsh leaves of the bulrushes. ^

* She is aground,' said De Witt.

*We must back into the channel, and push on to
the Riiy,' said Mehalah.

The young man jumped into the water among the
roots of the reeds, and drew the punt out till she floated ;
then he stepped in and resumed the oars.

* Hist ! ' whispered De Witt.
Both heard the click of a lock.

' Down ! ' he whispeied, and threw himself in the
bottom of the punt.

Another flash, report, and a bullet struck and
^plinleied the bulwark.

De Witt rose, resumed the oars, and rowed lustily.

Mehalah had not stirred. She had remained erect
in the stern and never flinched.

' Coward ! ' she cried in a voice full of wrath and
scorn, ' I defy you to death, be you who you may 1 *

CHAPTER III.

THE SEVEN WHISTLERS.

The examination of old Abraham before George De
Witt did not lead to any satisfactory result. The
young man was unable to throw liglit on the mystery.
He had not been with the shepherd all the while since

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MEHALAII.

the sale of the sheep ; nor had he seen the money,
Al>raham had indeed told hira the sum for which he
had parted with the flock, and in so doing had chinked
the bag significantly. George thought it was impossible
for the shot and pennypieces that had been found in
the pouch to have produced the metallic sound he had
heard. Abraham had informed him of the sale in Col-
chester. Then they had separated, and the shepherd had
left the town before De Witt.

The young man had overtaken him at the public-
house called the Red Cion at Abberton, half-way between
Colchester and his destination. Ke was drinking a
mug of beer with some seafaring men ; and they pro-
ceeded thence together. But at the Rose, another
tavern a few miles further, they had stopped for a glass
and something to eat. But even there De Witt iiad
not been with the old man all the while, for the land-
lord had called him out to look at a contrivance he had
in his punt for putting a false keel on her ; with a bar,
after a fashion he had seen among the South Sea
Islanders when he was a sailor.

The discussion of this daring innovation had lasted
some time, and when De Witt returned to the tavern,
he found Abraham dozin^-, if not fast asleep, with his
head on the table, and his money bag in his hand.

* It is clear enough,' said the widow, ' that the money
was stolen either at the liion or at the Rose.'

' I brought the money safe here,' said Abraham
sullenly. * It is of no use your asking questions, and
troubling my head about what I did here and there. I
was at the Woolpack at Colchoster, at the Lion at
Abberton, and lastly at the Rose. But I tell you I

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THE SEVEN WIIISTLEH3.

brought the monr^y here all safe, and laid it there on
that table every penny.'

*lIow can you be sure of that, Abraham ?'

* I say I know it.'

' But Abraham, what grounds have you for such
assurance ? Did you count the money at the Hose ? '

* I don't care what you may ask or say. I brouglit
the money here. If you have lost it, or it has been
bewitched since then, I am not to blame.*

' Abraham, it must have been stolen on the road.
There was no one here to take the inoney.*

' That is nothing to me. I say I laid the money all
right tharel ' He pointed to the table.

* You may go, Abraham,' said Mehalah.

* Do you charge me with taking the money ? ' the
old man asked with moody temper.

* Of course not,' answered the girl. * We did not
suspect you for one moment.'

' Then whom do you lay it on ? '

* We suspect some one whom you met at one of
the taverns.'

' I tell you,' he said with an oath, * I brought the
money here.'

' You cannot prove it,' said De Witt ; ' if you have
any reasons for saying this, let us hear them.'

' 1 have no reasons,' answered the shepherd, * but I
know the truth all the same. I never have reasons, I
do not want to have them, when I know a fact.'

' Did you shake the bag and make the money chink
on the way ? '

••I will not answer any more questions. If you
Buspect me to be the thief, ^ay so to my face, and don't

MEHALAH.

go ferriting and trapping to ketch me, and then go
and Uiy it on mc hoA'oni a naagistrate.'

' You had Ijetter go, Abraham. No one disputes
your perfect liouesty,' said MehjUali.

* Hut I will not go, if anyone suspects me,*

* We do not suspect you.'

* Then why do you ask questions ? Who asks
questions who don't want to lay a wickedness on
one ? '

'Go off to bed, Abraham,' said widow Sharland.
*We liave met with a dreadful loss, and the Almighty
knows how we are to come out of it.'

The old man w^nt forth grumbling imprecations
on himself if he answered any more questions.

' Well,' asked Mehalah of De Witt, when the shep-
herd was gone, ' what do you think has become of the
money ? '

' I suppose he was robbed at one of the taverns. I
see no other possible way of accounting for the loss.
The bag was not touched on the table from the moment
Abraham set it down till you opened it.'

'No. My mother was here all the time. Tliere
was no one else in the room but Elijali Kebow.'

' He is out of the question,' said De Witt.

' Besides, my mother never left her seat whilst he
was here. Did you, mother ? '

The old woman shook her head.

' What are we to do ? ' she asked ; ' we have no
money now for the rent ; and that must be paid next
Thursday.'

* Have you none at all ? '

'None but a trifle which we need for purchases

THP: S"RVEN "WTTTSTT.l'RS.

apfainst tlie winter. There was mure in the hnpf Iha
was needed for the rent, and how we shall .slnii^^le
tliroiiL^h tlie winter witliout it, heaven alone fan tell.'

* Voii have no more sheep to sell ? '

' None but ewes, which cannot be parted with.*
' Nor a cow ? '

* It would be impossible for us to spare her.'

* Then I will lend you the money,' said George, * I
have something laid by, and you shall have wliat you
need for the rent out of it. Mehalah will repay me
some day.'

' I will, George I I will ! ' said the girl vehemently,
and her eyes filled. She took the two hands of her
loyer in her own, and looked him full in the face. Her
eyes expressed the depth of her gratitude which her
tongue could not utter.

' Now that is settled,' said De Witt, ' let us talk of
something else.'

' Come along, George,' said Mehalah, hastily, inter-
rupting him. * If you want to be put across on Fresh
Marsh, you must not stay talking here any longer.'

' All right. Glory 1 I am ready to go with you, any-
where, to the world's end.'

As she drew him outside, she whispered, ' I was
afraid of your speaking about the two shots to-night.
I do not wish my mother to hear of that ; it would
alarm her.'

But I want to talk to you about them,' said De
Witt. * Have you any notion who it was that fired at
us ? '

' Have you ? ' asked Mehalah, evading an answer.

* 1 have a sort of a notion.'

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MEHALAH.

ii '

* So have I. As I wus jj^oiiipj down the Rhyn to
fetcli you, I was stopped by Elijiih Kel)o\v.'

* Well, what did he want ? '

'He wanted me to take some curlew he had shot;
])ut that was not all, he tried to prevent my going on.
He said that I ought not to be on the water at night
alone.'

' He was right. He knew a thing or two.*

* He did not like my going to Mersea — to you.'

' I dare say not. He knew what was in the wind,'

* What do you mean, George ? *

* He tried to prevent your going on ? *
' Yes, he did, m&re than once.'

*Then he is in it. I don't like Elijah, but I did
not think so badly of him as that.'

* What do you mean, Greorge ? '

As they talked they walked down the meadow t-^
the saltings. They were obliged to go slowly a
cautiously. The tide had fallen rapidly, and left the
pools brimming. Every runnel was full of water racing
out with the rush of a mill stream. * You see, Glory,
the new captain of the coastguard has been giving a
deal of trouble lately. He has noticed the single-flash-
ing from the Leather Bottle at the city, and has guessed
or found out the key ; so he has been down there flash-
ing false signals with a lanthorn. By this means he
]i:is brought some cf the smugglers very neatly into
traps he has laid for them. They are as mad as devils,
tliey swear he is taking an unfair advantage of them,
and that they will have his life for it. That is what
I have heard whispered; and I hear a great manj
things.'

THE SEVKN wniSTLEHa.

* Oh, Oeorj^e ! b?ive you not warned him ? *

*II my dear Glory I what can I do? He knows
he is in danger as well as I. It is a battle between
them, and it don't do for a third party to step between.
Tliat is what we have done to-night, and near got
knocked over for doing it. Captain Macpherson is about,
niglit and day. There never was a fellow more wide
awake, at least not on this station. What do you think
he did the other day ? A vessel came in, and he over-
hauled her, but found nothing ; he sought for some
barrels drawn along attached behind her, below water
level, but couldn't find them. As he was leaving, lie
just looked up at the tackling. " Halloo I " said he to
the captain, " your cordage is begun to untwist, suppose
I have your old ropes and ^ive you new ? " He sent a
man aloft, and all the ropes were made of twisted
tobacco. Now, as you may suppose, the smugglers don't
much like such a man.'

' But, George, he would hardly go about at night
with a lanthorn in his boat.'

' That is what he does — only it is a dark lanthorn,
and with it he flashes his signals. That is what makes
tlie men so mad. It is not my doctrine to shoot a m;in
who does his duty. If a man is a smuggler let him do
his duty as one. If he is a coastguard, let him do his
duty by the revenue.'

' But, George ! if he were out watching for smug-
glers, he would not have carried his light openly.'

*He might have thought all was safe in tbo
Rhyn.'

' Then again,' pursued Mehalah, ' I spoke, and there
was a second shot after that.'

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MEHALAH.

' Whoever was there waiting for the captain mny
have thouglityou were a boy. I do not believe the shot
was at you, but at me.'

' But I held the light up. It would have been seen
that I was a woman.'

' Not a bit. All seen would be your cap and jersey,
which are such as sailor boys wear.'

Mehalah shook her head thoughtfully and some-
what doubtfully, and paced by the side of De Witt,
She did not speak for some time. She was not satisfied
with his explanatioiij'Tjut she could not state her reasons
for dissatisfaction.

Presently she said, ' Do you think that it was Rebow
who fired ? *

' No, of course I do not. He knew you were out,
and with a light ; and he knows your voice.'

' But you said he was in the plot.'

' I said that I supposed he knew about it ; he
knew that there were men out in punts waiting for the
captain, he probably knew that there was some fellow
lurking in the Rhyn ; but I did not say that he would
shoot the captain. I do not for a moment suppose he
would. He is not greatly affected by his vigilance.
He gets something out of the trade, but not enough to
be of importance to him. A man of his means would
not think it worth his while to shoot an officer.'

' Then you conjecture that he warned me, and went
home.'

' That is most likely, I would have done the same ;
nay more, I would not have let you go on, if I knew
there were fellows about this night with guns on the look-
out. He did not dare to speak plainly what he knew,

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but he gave you a broad hint, and his best advice, and
1 admire and respect him for it.'

' You and Rebow are cousins ? '

*Hi8 father's sister is my mother. The land and
money all went to Elijah's father who is now dead, and
is now in Elijah's hands. My mother got nothing. The
family were angry with her for marrying off the land
on to the water. But you see at Red Hall she had
lived, so to speak, half in and half out of the sea ; she
took to one element as readily as to the other.'

' I can trace little resemblance in your features, but
something in your voice.'

* Now Glory I ' said the young man, ' here is the
boat. How fast the tide ebbs here I She is already
dry, and we must shove her down over the grass
and mud till she floats. You step in, I will run her
along.'

The wind had risen, and was wailing over the
marshes, sighing among the harsh herbage, the sea-
lavender, sovereign wood, and wild asparagus. Not a
cloud was visible. The sky was absolutely unblurred
and thi> k besprint with stars. Jupiter burned in the
south, and cast a streak of silver over the ebbing
waters.

The young people stood silent by each other for a
moment, and their hearts beat fast. Other matters had
broken in on and troubled the pleasant currentr of their
lo\e ; but now the thought of these was swept aside, and
their hearts rose and stretched towards each other. Thev
had known each other for many years, ;ind the friendship
of childhood had insensibly ripened in their hearts to
love.

MEHALAH.

* I have not pr perly thanked you, George, for the
promise of help in our trouble.'

' Nor I, Mehalah, for the medal you have given me.'

' Promise me, George, to wear it ever. It saved your
life to-night, I doubt not.'

' What 1 Does it save from death ? '

'From sudden death,' answered Mehalah. I told
vou so before, in the .boat.'

* I forgot about it. Glory.'

* I will tell you now all about it, my friend. The
charm belonged to ^my mother's mother. She, as I '
daresay you have heard, was a gipsy. My grandfather
fell in love with her and married her. He was a well-
to-do man, owning a bit of land of his own ; but he
would go to law with a neighbour and lost it, and it
went to the lawyer. Well, my grandmother brought the
charm with her, and it has been in the family ever
since. It had been in the gipsy family of my grand-
mother time out of mind, and was lent about when any
of the men went on dangerous missions. No one who
wears it can die a sudden death from violence — that is *
— Mehalah qualified the assertion, ' on land.'

' It does not preserve one on the water then ? ' said
George,- with an incredulous laugh.

'I won't say that. It surely did so to-night. It
eiives from shot and stab.' ,

' Not from drowning ? '

* I think not.'

* I must get a child's caul, and then I shall be im-
mortal.'

* Don't joke, G eorge,' oaid Mehalah gravely, ' What
I say is true.'

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* G-lory 1 ' said De Witt, ' I always thought you looked
like a gipsy with your dark skin and large brown eyes,
and now from your own lips comes the confession that
you are one.'

* There is none of the blood in my mother,' said she,
* she is like an ordinary Christian. I fancy it jumps a
generation.'

' Well, then, you dear gipsy, here is my hand. Tell
my fortune.*

' I cannot do that. But I have given you a gipsy
charm against evil men and accidents.'

'Hark!'

Out of the clear heaven was heard plaintive whistles,
loud, high up, inexpressibly weird and sad, ' Ewe I ewe I
ewe 1 ' They burst shrilly on the ears, then became
fainter, then burst forth again, then faded away. It
was as though spirits were passing in the heavens wail-
ing about a brother sprite that had flickered into
nothingness.

'The curlew are in flight. What is the matter,
Mehalah ? '

The girl was shivering.

' Are you cold ! '

' Greorge I those are the Seven Whistlers.*

*They are the long-beaked curlew going south.'

' They are the Seven Whistlers, and they mean death
or deathlike woe. For God's sake, George,' she threw
her arms round hina, ' swear, swear to me, never to lay
aside the medal I have given you, but to wear it night
and day.'

« There I Glory, I swear iC * '

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CHAPTER IV.

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RED HALL.

• The rent-paying day was bright and breezy. The tide
was up in the rjorning, and Mehalah and hermotlier in
a boat with sail and jib and spritsailflew before a north-
east wind down the Mersea Channel, and doubling
Sunken Island, entered the creek which leads to Saloot
and Virley, tv/o villages divided only by a tidal stream,
and connected by a bridge.

The water danced and sparkled, multitudes of birds
were on the wing, now dipping in the wavelets, now
rising and shaking off the glittering drops. A high
sea-wall hid the reclaimed land on their left. Behind it
rose the gaunt black structure of a windmill used for
pumping the water out of the dykes in the marsh. It
was working now, the great black arms revolving in the
breeze, and the pump creaking as if the engine groaned
remonstrances at being called to toil on such a bright
(lay. A little further appeared a tiled roof above the wall.

' There is Red Hall,' said Mehalah, as she ran the
boat ashore and threw out the auclior. * I have brouglit
the stool, mother,' she added, and helped the old woman
to land dry-footed. The sails were furled, and then
Mehalah and her mother climbed the wall and descended
into the pastures. These were of considerable extent,
reclaimed saltings, but of so old a date that the brine
was gone from the soil, and they furnished the best feed
for cattle anywhere round. Several stagnant canals or
ditches intersected the flat tract and broke it into islands,

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but they hung together by tlie thread of jsea-wall, and
the windmill drained the ditches into the son.

In the raidst of the pasture stood a tall red-hrick
house. There was not a tree near it. It rose from the
flat like a tower. The basement consisted of cellars
above ground, and there were arched entrances to these
from the two ends. They were lighted by two small
round windows about four feet from the ground. A
flight of brick stairs built over an arch led from a paved
platform to the door of the house, which stood some six
feet above the level of the marsh. The house had per-
haps been thus erected in view of a flood overleaping
the walls, and converting the house for a while into an
island, or as a preventive to the inhabitants against ague.
The sea-walls had been so well kept that no tide had
poured over them, and the vaults beneath served partly
as cellars, and being extensive, were employed with
the connivance of the owner as a storeplace for run
spirits. The house was indeed very conveniently situated
for contraband trade. A ' fleet ' or tidal creek on either
side of the marsh allowed of approach or escape by the
one when the other was watched. Nor was this all.
The marsh itself was penetrated by three or four ramifi-
cations of the two main channels, to these the sea-wall
accommodated itself instead of striking across them, and
there was water-way across the whole marsh, so that if
a boat were lifted over the bank on one side, it could be
rowed across, again lifted, and enter the other channel,
before a pursuing boat would have time to return to and
double the spit of land that divided the fleets. The
windmill which stood on this spit was in no favoru with
the coastguard, for it wus thougjit to act tlu; double

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purpose of pump and observatory. The channel south
of these marshes, called the ToUesbury Fleet, was so full
of banks and islets as to be difficult to navigate, and
more than once a revenue boat had got entangled and
grounded there, when in pursuit of a smuggled cargo,
which the officers had every reason to believe was at that
time being landed on the Ked Hall marshes, and carted
into Salcot and Virley with the farmer's horses.

The house was built completely of brick, the win-
dows were of moulded brick, mullions and drip stone,
and the roof was of tile. How the name of 7?ed Hall
came to be given it, was obvious at a glance.

Round the house was a yard paved with brick, and
a moat filled with rushes and weed. There were a few
low outhouses, stable, cowsheds, bakehouse, forming a
yard at the back, and into that descended the stair
from the kitchen-door over a flying arch, like that in
front.

Perhaps the principal impression produced by the
aspect of Red Hall on the visitor was its solitariness.
The horizon was bounded by sea wall ; only when the
door was reached, which was on a level with the top of
the mound, were the glittering expanse of sea, the
creeks, and the woods on Mersea Island and the main-
land visible. Mehalah and her mother had never been
at Red Hall before, and though they were pretty familiar
with the loneliness of the marshes, the utter isolation
of this tall gaunt house impressed them. The thorn-
trees at the Ray gave their farm an aspect of snugness
compared with this. From the Ray, village-church
towers and cultivated acres were visible, but so long as
they were in the pastiu'e near the Hall, nothing was to

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be seen save s flat tract of grass land intersected with
lines of bulrush, and bounded by a mound.

Several cows and horses were in the pasture, but no
human being was visible. Mehalah and her mother
hesitated before ascending the stair.

* This is the queerest place for a Christian to live in
I ever saw,' said the widow. ' Look t'lere, MehahiL,
there is a date on the door, sixteen hundred and thirty-
six. Go up and knock.'

' Do you see that little window in the sea face of the
house, mother ? '

* Yes. There is none but it.'

*I can tell you what that is for. It is to signal
from with a light.* *

'I don't doubt it. Goon.'

Mehalah slowly asctuded the stair; it was without
a balustrade. She struck against the door. The door
was of strong plank thickly covered with nails, and the
date of which the widow had sf oken was made with
nail-heads at the top.

Her knock met with no leRpojise, so she thrust the
door open and entered, followed by her mother.

The room she stepped into was large and low. It
was lighted by but one window to the south, fitted with
lead lattice. The floor was of brick, for the cellarage
was vaulted and supported a solid basement. There
was no ceiling, and the oak rafters were black with age
and smoke. The only ornaments decorating the walls
were guns and pistols, some of curious fc ign make.

The fire-place was large ; on the oak lintel was cut
deep the inscription : —

•when I HOLD (1636) I HOLD FAST.*

MEHAIAH.

Mehalah had scarce time to notice all this, when a
trap-floor she had not observed in the floor flew up, and
the head, then the shoulders, and finally the entire body,
of Elijah Rebow emerged from the basement. Without
taking notice of his tenants, he leisurely ran a stout
iron bolt through a staple, making fast the trap at the
top, then he did the same with a bolt at the bottom.

At the time, this conduct struck Mehalah as singular.
It was as though Rebow were barring a door from within
lest iie should be broken in on from the cellar.

Elijah slowly drfew a leather armchair over the trap-
door, and seated hin^self in it. The hole through which
he had ascended was near the fire-place, and now that
he sat over it he occupied the ingle nook.

' Well, Glory ! ' said he suddenly, addressing Mehalah.
* So you have not brought the rent. Y have come
with your old mother to blubber and b.^ compassion
and delay. I know it all. It is of no use. Tears
don't move me, I have no pity, and I grant no delay.
I want my money. Every man does. He wants his
money when its due. I calculated on it, I've a debt
which I shall wipe off with it, so there ; now no excuses,
I tell you they won't do. Sheer off.'

* Master Rebow — * began the widow.

*You may save your speech,' said Elijah, cuttmg
her short. * Faugh ! when I've been down there ' — he
pointed with his thumb towards the cellar — ' I need a
smoke.' He drew forth a clay pipe and tobacco-box and
leisurely filled the bowl. Whilst he was lighting his
pipe at the hearth, where an old pile was smouldering,
aud emitting an odour like gunpowder, Mehalah drew a
purse from her pocket and counted the amount of the

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the

rent on the table. Rehow did not observe her. He was
engaged in making his pipe draw, and the table was
behind the chair.

' Well I ' said he, blowing a puff of smoke, and chuck-
ling, ' I fancy you are in a pretty predicament. Read
that over the fire, cut yonder, do you see ? *' Wlien I
hold, I hold fast." I didn't cut that, but my fore-elders
did, and we all do that. Why, George De Witt's
mother thought to have had some pickings out of the
marsh, she did, but my father got hold of it, and he
held fast. He did not let go a penny; no, not a
farthing. It is a family characteristic. It is a family
pleasure. We take a pride in it I don't care what it
is, whether it is a bit of land, or a piece of coin, or a
girl, it is all the same, and I think you'll find it is so
with me. Eh ! Glory 1 When I hold, I hold fast.' He
turned in his chair and leered at her.

' There, there,' said she, ' lay hold of your rent, and
hold fast till death. We want none of it.'

What is that ? ' exclaimed Rebow, starting out of
his seat. * What money is that ? '

' The rent,* said Mehalah ; she stood erect beside
the table in her haughty beauty, and laughed at tlie
surprised and angry expression that clouded Rebow's
countenance.

' I won't take it. You hh,\'e stolen it.*

' Master Rel^ow,' put in the widow, ' the money is
yours ; it is the rent, not a penny short.'

' Wliere did you get the money ? ' he asked witli a
ciu'se.

• You bid me bring the money on rent-day, and there

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it is,* said Mrlniljili. * But now I will ask a question,
and T insist on an answer,*
' Oh I you insist, do you ? *

* I insist on an answer,' repeated the ^irl. ' How
did you come to think we were without money?*

' Suppose I don't choose to answer.'

* If you don't — ' slie be^^'un, then hesitated.

* I will tell you,' he said, sulkily. * Abraham Dow-
sing, your shepherd, isn't dumb, I believe. He talks,
he does, and has pretty well spread the news all round
tlie country how he was robbed of his money at the
Rose.*

* Abraham has never said anything of the sort. He
denies that he was robbed.'

' Then he says he is accused of being robbed, which
is the same. I suppose the story is true.'

' It is quite true. Master Rebow,' answered the widow.
* It was a terrible loss to us. We had sold all the sheep
we could sell.'

* Oh I a terrible loss, indeed ! ' scoffed the man.
' You are so flush of money, that a loss of ten or fifteen,
or may be twenty poimds is nought to you. You have
your little store in one of those cupboards in every
corner of the old house, and you put your hand in, and
take out what you like. You call yourself poor, do you,
and think nothing of a loss like this ? '

* We are very poor,' said the widow ; ' Heaven knows
we have a hard battle to fight to make both ends meet,
and to pay our rent.'

' I don't believe it. You are telling me lies.'
He took the coin, and counted it ; his dark brow
grew blacker ; and he ground his teeth. Once he raised

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his wolfish eyes and glared on Mchulah. *That guinea
is })a(l,' he said, and he threw it on tlie lloor.
- * It rings like a good one,' answered the girl, * pick
it up and give it to me. I will let you have another in
its place.'

'Oh hoi your pocket is lined with guineas, is it?
I will r.'iise the rent of the Ray. I thought as much,
the land is tatter than mine on this marsh. You get
the place dirt cheap. I'll raise the rent ten pounds
I'll raise it twenty.'

* Master Kebow I ' pleaded the widow, * the Ray won't
allow us to pay it.'

' Do not put yourself out, mother,' said Mehalah,
* we have a lease of twenty-one years ; and there are
seven more years to run, before Rebow can do what he
threatens.'

* Oh, you are clever, you are, Glory I cursed clever.
Now look here, Mistress Sharland, I'm going to have a
rasher, and it's about dinner time, stop and bite with
me ; and that girl there, she shall bite too. You caivt
be back till evening, and you'll be perished with
hunger.'

* Thank you, master,' answered the widow eagerly. '

* And I'll give you a sup of the very primest
brandy.'

'Mother, we must n^turn at once. The tide will
ebb, and we shall not be able to get away. '

' That's a lie,' said Elijah angrily, ' as you've got
here, you can get away. There's plenty of water in the
fleet, and will be for three hours. I knew you'd come
and so I got some rashers all ready on the pan ; there
they be.*

MKHALAH.

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* Voii'rn vf'ry kind,' oltHcrved the widow.

* A lamllord in l)oiind to ^ive Ids tenantry a dinner
on rent-day,' said K('})Ow, with an n^ly laii^h which
disphiyed his great teeth. ' It's Miehaelrnns, hut I liave
no ^uose. I keep plenty on the inarslies. They do well
liere, and tliey pay well too.'

'I will have a witness that I have paid the rent,'
said Mcihalah. 'Call one of your men.'

^ Go and call one yourscdf. I am i4'oin«j;' to fry the
rashers.' ' .

'That guinea is still on the tloor,' said Melialah.

'I have refused it. Pick it up, and give me
another.'

'1 will not pick it up; and I will not give you
another till you have convinced me that the coin ib bad.'

* Then let it lie.'

' Where are your men ? '

'I don't know, go and hnd them. T: ey're at their
dinner now. I dare say near the pump.'

Mehalah left the house, I at before she descended the
steps, she looked over the flat. There was a sort of
shed for cattle half a mile off, and she thought she saw
some one moving there. She went at once in that
direction.

Scarce was she gone when Klijah l)eckoned the
widow^ to draw over a chair to the fire.

.' You cook the wittles,' said he ; ' I'm my own cook
in general, but when a woman is here, why, I'm fain to
let her take the job off my hands.'

The old woman obeyed with as much activity as she
was mistress of. Whilst thus engaged, Elijah walked to
the door, opened it, and looked out.

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*She*s jifoinpf ms 8tr}ii;^»']it hh a wild duck,' he said,
and laughed; 'she is a dainiK'd fine girl. Listen to
me, mistrens, tliat daughter of yours. Glory, is too good-

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looking to be mewed up

her, and then settle yourself comfortably down for the

rest of your days in your son-in-law's house.'

* Ah ! Master Rebow, she is poor, she is, and now
young men look out for money.'

' You don't want a very young man for such as she.
Why, she is as wild as a gipsy, and needs a firm hand
to keep her. He that has hold of her should hold fast.'

The widow shook her head. * We don't see many
folks on the Ray. She will have to marry a fellow on
the water.'

' No, she won't,' said Re])ow angrily. *Damu her,
she shall marry a farmer, who owns land and marshes,
and saltings, and housen, and takes rents, and don't
mind to drop some eight hundred pound on a bit of
a farm that takes his fancy.'

' Such men are not easy to be got.'

' No, there you are right, mistress ; but when you
find one, why ' he drew his pipe over the inscrip-
tion on the fireplace. ' I'm the man, and now you hold
me, hold fast.'

* You, master I '

' Aye, I. I like the girl. By God I I ivlU have
Glory. She was born for me. There is not another
girl I have seen that I would give an oystershell for,
but she — she — she makes my blood run like melted
lead, and my heart h§re gnaws and burns in my breast
like a fiery rat. I tell you I will have her. [ ivilL*

' If it only rested with me,' moaned the widow.

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* Look here,' said Re})ow. ' Lay that pan on one
side and follow me. I'll bliow you over the house.'
He caught her by the wrist, and dragged her from room
to room, and up the stairs. When he had brought lior
back to the principal apartment in which they had been
sitting, he chuckl*^^ with piide. ' Ain't it a good house ?
It's twenty times better tium the Kay. It is more com-
fortable, and there are more rooms. And all these
marshes and meadows are mine, and I have also some
cornfields ir Virley, on the mainland. And then the
Kay is mine, with the saltings and all thereon ; — I
bought it for eight hundred pounds.'

' We are very much iionoured,' said the widow, ' but
you do not consider how poor Mehalah is; she has
nothing.'

Elijah laughed. * Not so very poor neither, T fancy.
You lost the price of your sheep, and yet you had money
in store wherewith to pay the rent.'

* Indeed, indeed we had not.'

* Where then did you get the money ? '

* It was lent us.'

* Lent you, who by ? ' asked Elijah sharply,

' George De Witt was so good '

Elijah uttered a horrible curse.

' Tell me,' he said furiously, coming up close to the
old woman and scowling at her — into her eyes. * Answer
me without a lie ; why, by what right did De Witt lend,
or give you, the money ? What claim had you on him ? '

* Well, Elijah, I must tell you. Mehalah '

* Here I am,' said the girl throwing open the door
•Why am I the subject of your talk?' A couple of
shepherds followed her.

RED HALL.

*Look here,' she said, coiinting the coin; 'there is
a i^iiiuea ou the tioor. Pick it up and try it, if it be
good.'

' That's all right,' said one of the men, ringing the
coin and then trying it between his teetli.

'This is the sum due for our half-year's rent,' she •
went on. ' Is it not so. Master Rebow ? Is not this
i/he sum in full ? '

He sullenly gave an affirmative.

' You see that I pay this over to him. I don't want f
a written receipt. I pay before witnesses.'

Rebow signed to the men to leave, and tnen witli
knitted brow collected the money and put it in his
pocket. The widow went on with the frying of tlie
bacon,

' Come along with me, mother, to the boat. We
cannot stay to eut.'

' You shall eat with me. You have come for the
first time under my roof to-day, and you sliuU not go
from under it without a bite.'

* I have no appetite.'

' But I have,' said the widow testily. ' I don't see
why you are in such a hurry, Mehalah ; and what is
more, I don't see why you should behave so unpolitely
to Master Rebow when he fares to be so civil.'

' Eat then, if you wilJ, mother,' said Mehalah ; * but
I cannot. I have no hunger,' after a pause, firmly, ' 1
will not.'

' Oh, you have a will indeed,' remarked Rebow with
a growl. ' A will it would be a pleasure to l^reak, and
I'll do it.'

The bacon was fried, and the widow proceeded to

MEHALAH.

dish it up. There was a rack in the next room, as
Elijah told her, with plates in it, and there were knives
and forks in the drawer.

Whilst the old woman was getting the necessary
articles, Rebow was silent, seated in his leather chair,
his elbows on his knees, with the pipe in one hand, and
his head turned on one side, watching Mehalah out of
his fierce, crafty eyes. The girl had seated herself on a
chair against the wall, as far away from him as possible.
Her arms were folded over her breast, and her head was
bent, to avoid encountering his glance. She was angi-y
with her mother for staying to eat with the man whom
she hated.

During this quiet — neither spe;iking- — a curious
grating noise reached her ear, and then a clank like
that of a chain. She could not quite make out whence
the noise came. It was some little while before it
sufficiently attracted her attention to make her consider
about it ; and before she had formed any conclusion,
her mother returned, and spread the table, and placed
the meat on a dish.

' I'll go and fetch the liquor,' said Rebow, and went
away. Whilst he was absent, again the sound met tlie
girl's ears. Neither she nor her mother had spoken, but
now she said, ' Listen, mother, what is that sound ? '

The old woman stood still for a moment, and then
proceeded with her task.

' It is nothing,' she said indifferently, * the sound
comes up from below the floor. I reckon Master Rebow
has cows fastened there.'

' By a chain,' added Mehalah, and dismissed the
matter from her mind ; the explanation satisfied her.

RED HALL.

Rebow rtlurnecl the next moment with a bottle.

' This is prime spirit, this is,' said he. ' You can't
drink water here, it gives the fever. You must add
spirits to it to make it harmless.'

' You have no beautiful spring here, as we have on
the Eay,' observed the widow.

' Not likely to have,' answered the surly landlord.
* Now sit down and eat. Come, Glory.'

She did not move.

'Come, Mehalah, draw up your chair,* said her
mother.

' I am not going to eat,' she answered reso-
lutely.

' You shall,' shouted Elijah, rising impetuously, and
thrusting his chair back. ' You are insulting me in my
own house if you refuse to eat with me.' '

* I have no appetite.'

* You will not eat, I heard you say so. I know the
devilry of your heart. You will not, but I wilV In
his rage he stamped on the trap-door that he had un-
covered, when removing the chair. Instantly a pro-
longed, hideous ho.vl rose from the depths and rang
through the room. Mistress Sharland started back
aghast. Mehalah raised her head, and the colour left
her cheek.

'Oh ho ! ' roared Elijah. ' You will join in also,
will you ? ' He drew the bolts passionately back.
' Look here,' he cried to MehaLUi. ' Come here ! '
Involuntarily she uhb i nL and looked down. She
saw into a vadit teebly illuminated by daylight through
one of the circular windows she had noticed on ap-
proaching the house. There she saw looking up, directly

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under the trap, a face so horrible in its dirt and madness
that she recoiled.

'She won't eat, she won't bite with me,' shouted
Rebow, * then neither shall her mother eat, nor will I.
You shall have the whole.' He caught up the dish,
and threw down the rashers. The man below snapped,
and caught like a wild beast, and uttered a growl of
satisfaction.

Eebow flung the door back into its place, and re-
bolted it. Then he placed his chair in its former posi-
tion, and looked composedly from the widow to Mehalah
and seemed to draw pleasure from their fear.

*My brother,' he explained. *Been mad from a
child. A good job for me, as he was the elder. Now
I have him in keeping, and the land and the house and
the money are mine. What I hold, I hold fast. Amen.'

CHAPTER V.

THE DECOY,

TiiETiE was commotitw on the beach at Mersea City.

A man-of-war, a schooner, lay off the entrance to
the Blackwater, and was signalling with bunting to the
coastguard ship, permanently anchored off the island,
which w;iM replying. War had been declared with
fVance -r.-me time, but as yet had not interfered with
the smuggling trade, which was carried on with tlia
Low Countries. Cruisers in the Channel had made it
prf^carious work along the South Coast, and this hud
rather stimulated the activity of contraband traffic ou

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the East. It was therefore with no little uneasiness that
a war ship was observed standing off the Mersea flats.
Why was she there ? Was a man-of-war to cruise about
the mouth of the Colne and Blackwater continuall}^ ?
What was the purport of the correspondence carried on
between the schooner and the coastguard? Such wore
the queries put about among those gathered on the
shingle.

They were not long left in doubt, for a boat manned
by coastguards left the revenue vessel and ran ashore ;
the captain sprang out, and went up the beach to his
cottage, followed by a couple of the crew. The eager
islanders crowded round the remainder, and asked the
news.

The captain was appointed to the command of the
schooner, the * Salamander,' which had come from the
Downs under the charge of the first lieutenant, to pick
him up. The destiny of the * Salamander * was, of
course, unknown.

Captain Macpherson was a keen, canny Scot, small
and dapper ; as he pushed through the cluster of mou
in fishing jerseys and wading boots he gave them a nod
and a word, ' You ought to be serving your country
instead of robbing her, ye loons. Why don't you vohm-
teer like men, there's more money to be made by prizes
than by running spirits.'

' That won't do, captain,' said Jim Morrell, an old
fisherman. * We know better than that. There's the
oysters.'

'Oysters!' exclaimed the captain; 'there'll be no
time for eating oysters now, and no money to pay for
them neither. Come along with me, vsome of you shore

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MEHALAH.

crabs. I promise you better sport tlian sneaking about
the creeks. We'll have at Johnny Crapaud with gun
and cutlass.'

Then he entered his cottage, which was near the
ehore, to say farewell to his wife.

' If tliere's mischief to be done, that chap will do
it,' was the general observation, when his back was
turned.

Attention was all at once distracted by a young
woman in a tall taxcart who was endeavouring to urge
her horse along the road, but the animal, conscious of
having an inexperienced hand on tlie rein, backed, and
jibbed, and played a number of v,ricks, to her great
dismay.

' Oh, do please some of you men lead him along.
I daresay he will go if his head be turned east, but he
is frightened by seeing so many of you.'

* Where are you going, Phcebe ? ' asked old Morrell.

* I'm only going to Waldegraves,' she answered.
* Oh, bother the creature I there he goes again I ' as the
horse danced impatiently, and swung round.

* De Witt ! ' she cried in an imploring tone, ' do hold
his head. It is a shame of you men not to help a poor
girl.'

G-eorge at once went to the rescue.

'Lead him on, De Witt, please, till we are away
from the beach.'

The young man good-naturedly held the bit, and
the liorse obeyed without attempting resistance.

' There's a donkey on the lawn by Elm Tree Cottage,'
said the girl ; ' she brays whenever a horse passes, and
I'm mortal afeared lest she scare this beast, and he runs

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for? Waldejiiaveri is not more than a mile and a half

off, and you might have walked the distance well enough.'
* I've sprained my ankle, and I can't walk. I must
go to Waldegraves, I have a message there to my aunt,
so Isaac Mead lent me the horse.'

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'That is what I am afraid of, George. The boy
was to have driven me, but he is so excited, I suppose,
about the man-of-war coming in, that he has run off.
There ! take care I '

' Can't you go on now ? ' asked De Witt, letting go
the bridle. Immediately the horse began to jib and
rear.

* You are lugging at his mouth fit to break his jaw,
Phoebe. No wonder the beast won't go.'

* Am I, George ? It is the fright. I don't under-
stand the horse. dear I dear 1 I shall never get
to Waldegraves by myself.'

* Let the horse go, but don't job his mouth in that
way.'

* There he is turning round. He will go home
again. George ! save me.'

' You are pulling him round, of course he will turn
if vou dra<i: at the rein.'

' I don't understand horses,' burst forth Phoebe, and
she threw the reins down. * George, there's a good, dear
fellow, jump in beside me. There's room for two, quite
cosy. Drive me to Waldegraves. I shall never forget

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your pjooflness.* She put her two hands together, and
looked piteously in the young man's face.

Phoebe Musset was a very good-h)oking girl, fair
with bright blue eyes, and yellow hair, much more deli-
cately made than most of the girls in the place. JMoro
over, she dressed above thorn. She was a village
coquette, accustomed to being made much of, and of
showing her caprices. Her father owned the store at
the city where groceries and drapery were sold, aud was
esteemed a well-to-do man. He farmed a little land.
Phfjebe was his only child, and she was allowed to do
pretty much as she I'ked. Her father and mother were
hard-working people, but Pli03be's small hands were
ever unsoiled, for they were ever unemployed. Slie
neither milked the cows nor weighed the sui'ar.
She liked indeed to be in the shop, to gossip with any-
one who came in, and perlia; 6 the only goods r«he con-
descended to seTl was tobacco to tho young sailors, iVoui
whom she might calculate on a v.-ord of flattery and a
lovelorn look. She was always well and becomingly
dressed. Now, ir. a chip bonnet trimmed with blue
riband, and tied under the chin, with a white lace-
edged kerchief over her shoulders, covering her bosom,
she was irresistible. So at least De Witt foimd her, for
he was obliged to climb the gig, seat himself beside her,
and assume the reins.

* I am not much of a steersman in a craft like tliis,'
said George laughing, ' but my hand is stronger than
yours, and I can save you from wreck.*

Phcebe looked slyly round, and her great blue eyes
peeped timidly up in the fisherman's face. ' Thardc you
30 much, George. I shall never, never forget your great
kindness.'

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* There's nothing in it,' HJiid the hhnit fisherman ; I'd
do tlie same for !iny ^irl.'

' I know how polite you are,' continued rii(El)e ; tlieu
f'uttinj^ her hand on tlie reins, * I don't think you need
(hive cjuite so fast, George; I don't want to get tlie
horse hot, or Isaac will scold.'

* A jog trot like this will hurt no horse.'

' Perhaps you want to get back. I am sorry I have
taken you away. Of course you have pressing businos^s.
No doubt you want to get to the Ray.' A little twink-
ling sly look up accompanied this speech. De Witt
waxed red.

* I'm in no hurry, myself,' he said.

' How delightful, Greorge, nor am T.'

Tlie young man could not resist stealing a glance at
the little figure beside him, so neat, so trim, so fresh.
He was a humble fellow, and never dreamed himself to
be on a level with such a refined damsel. Glory was
the girl for him, rough and ready, who could row a boat,
and wade in the mud. He loved Glory. She was a
sturdy girl, a splendid girl, he said to himself. Phoebe
was altogether different, she belonged to another sphere,
he could but look and admire — and worship perhaps.
She dazzled him, but he could not love her. She was
none of his sort, he said to himself.

* A penny for your thoughts 1 ' said Phcebe roguisldy.
He coloured. * I know vhat you were thinking of.
You were thinking of me.'

De Witt's colour deepened. ' I was sure it was so.
Now I insist on knowing ivhat you were thinking of me.'

' Why,' answered George with a clumsy effort at
gallantry, ' I thought what a beauty you were.'

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*01i, George, not when compared with Mehalah.*
• De Witt fidgeted in liis seat.

* Mehalah is quite of another kind, you see, Miss.*

* I'm no Miss, if you please. Call me Phoebe. It
IS snugger.'

* She's more — * he puzzled his head for an explana-
tiop of his meaning. * She is more boaty than you
are — '

* Phoebe.'

* Than you are;' with hesitation, * Phoebe.*

* I know ; — strides abou+ like a man, smokes and
swears, and chews tobacco.'

* No, no, you mistake rae, M «'

« Phoebe.*

* You mistake me, Phoebe.*

* I have often wondered, George, -what attracted you
to Mehalah. To be sure, it will be a vjry conveni'^nt
thing for you to have a wife who can swab the deck,
and tar the boat and calk her. But then I should have
fancied a man would have liked something different from
a — sort of a man-woman — a jack tar or Ben Brace in
petticoats, to sit by his fireside, and to take to his heart.
But of course it is not for me to speak on such matters,
only I somehow can't help thinking about you, George,
and it worries me so, I lie awake at nights, and wonder
and wonder, whether you will be happy. She has tlie
temper of a tom cat, I'm told. She blazes up like gun-
powder.'

De Witt fidgeted yet more uneasily. He did not
like this conversation.

'Then she is half a gipsy. So you mayn't be
troubled with her long. She'll keep with you as long

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ag she likes, and then up with her pack, on with
her wading boots, Yo heave hoy I and away she
goes.'

De Witt, in his irritation, gave the horse a stinging
switch across the flank, and he started forward. A little
white hand was laid, not now ou the reins, but on his
hand.

* Fm so sorry, George my friend ; after your kindness,
I have teased you unmercifully, but I can't help it.
When I think of Mehalah in her wading boots and
jersey and cap, it makes me laugh — and yet when I
think of her and you together, I'm ashamed to say I
feel us if I could cry. George ! ' she suddenly ejaculated.

'Yes, Miss!'

* Phcebe, not Miss, please.*

* I wasn't going to say Miss.*

* What were you going to say ? *

* Why, mate, yes, mate 1 I get into the habit of it
at sea,' he apologised.

* I like it. Call me mate. We are on a cruise
together, now, you and I, and I trust myself entirely in
your liauds, captnin.'

*What was it you fared to ask, mate, when you
called " Giorge " ? '

* Oh, this. The wind is cold, and I want my cloak
and hood, they are down somewhere behind the seat in
the cart. If I take the reins will you lean over and get
them?*

* You won't upset the trap ? '

*No.' He brought up the cloak and adjusted it
round Phoebe's shoulders, and drew the hood over her
bonnet, she would have it to cover her head.

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* Doesn't it make mo a frig^lit? ' she asked, looking
into his face.

* Nothinfif can do tliat,* he anpwored readily.

* Well, push it l)ack a^^ain, I feel as if it made me
one, and that is as })ad. There now. Thank you, mate I
Take the reins again.*

* Halloo I we are in the wrong road. We have
turned towards the Strood.'

*Dear me I so we have. That is the horse's doing.
I let him go where he liked, and he went down tlieturn.
r did not notice if. All I thought of was holding up
his head lest he should stunil)le.'

l)e Witt endeavoured to turn the horse.

' Oh don't, don't attempt it ! ' exelaimed Phoebe.
* Tlie lane is so narrow, that we shall he upset. Better
drive on, and round by the Barrow Farm, there is not
lialf-a-mile difference.'

'A good mile, mate. However, if you wish
it.'

* r do wish it. This is a pleasant drive, is it not,
George ? '

' Very pleasant,' he said, and to himself added, * too
pleasant.'

So they chatted on till they reached the farm called
Waldegraves, and there Phoebe alighted.

* I shall not be long,' she said, at the door, tiu'ning
and giving him a look which might mean a great deal
or nothing, according to the character of the woman
who cant it.

When she came up she said, * There, George, I cut
my business as short as possible. Now what do you
say to showing me the Decoy? I have uever deen it,

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but I have heard a great deal of it, and I cannot under-
wtand how it is contrived.'

* It is close liere,' said De Witt.

* I know it is, the little stream in this dip feeds it.
Will you show me the Decoy ? '

* But your foot — Phoebe. You have sprained your
ankle.'

* If I may lean on your arm I think I can limp
down there. It is not very far.'

' And then what about the horse ? ' •

* Oh I the boy here will hold it, or put it up in the
Btable. Run and call him, George.'

* I could drive you down there, I think, at least
within a few yards of the place, and if we take the boy
he can hold the horse by the gate.'

' I had rather hobble down on your arm, George.*

' Then come along, mate.'

The Decoy was a sheet of water covering perhaps an
acre and a half in the midst of a wood. The clay that
had been dug out for its construction had been heaped
up, forming a little hill crowned by a group of willows.
No one who has seen this ill-used tree in its mutilated
condition, cut down to a stump which bristles with fresh
withes, has any idea what a stately and beautiful tree it
is when allowed to grow naturally. The old untrimmed
willow is one of the noblest of our native trees. It
may be seen thus in well-timbered parts of Suffolk, and
occasionally in Essex. The pond was fringed with
rushes, except at the horns, where the nets and screens
stood for the trapping of the birds. From the mound
above the distant sea was visible, through a. gap in tlie
old elm trees that stood below the pool. In that gap

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was visible the war-scbooner, lying as near shore as pos-
tiible. George De Witt stood looking at it. The sea
was glittering like silver, and the hull of the vessel was
dark against the shining belt. A boat with a sail was
approaching her.

' That is curious,' observed George. * I could swear
to yon boat. I know lier red sail. She belon^rs to my
cousin Elijah Rebow. But he can have nought to do
with the scliooner.'

Phoebe was impatient with anything save herself
attracting the attention of the young fisherman. She
drew him from the mound, and made him explain to
lier the use of the rush-platted screens, the arched and
funnel-shaped net, and the manner in which the decoy
ducks were trained to lead the wild birds to their
destruction.

" They are very silly birdt^ to be led like that,' said
she.

' They little dream whither and to what they are
beiTJ?^ drawn,' said De Witt.

' I suppose some little ducks are dreadfully enticing,'
said Phoebe, with a saucy look and a twinkle of the
blue eyes. ' Look here, George, my bonnet-strings are
untied, and my hanas are quite enable to manage a
bow, unless I am before a glass. Do you think you could
tie them for me ? '

' Put up your ehin, then,' said De Witt with a f/igh.
He knew he was a victim ; he was going against his
conscience. He tried to think of I>Iehalah, but could
not with those blue eyes looking so confidingly into his.
He put his finger under her chin and raised it. He was
looking full into that sweet saucy face.

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•What sort of a knot? I can tie only sailor's
knots.'

* Oh George I something like a true lover's knot.'

Was it possible to resist, with those damask cheeks,
those red lips, and those pleading eyes so close, so com-
pletely in his power? George did not resist. He
stooped and kissed the wicked lips, and cheeks, and
eyes.

Phoebe drew away her face at once, and hid it. He
took her arm and led her away. She turned her head
from him, and did not speak.

He felt that the little figure at his side was sliaken
with some hysterical movement, and felt frightened.

' I have offended you, I am very sorry. I could not
help it. Yom- lips did tempt me so ; and you looked
up at me just as if you were saying, "Kiss me I" I
could not help it. You are crying. I have offended
yon.'

* Xo, I am laughing. Oh, George I Oh, George ! *

They walked back to the farm without speaking.
De Witt was ashamed of himself, yet felt he was under
a spell which he could not break. A rough fisher lad
flattered by a girl lie had looked on as his superior, and
beyond his approach, now found himself the object of
her advances ; the situation was more than his rude virtue
could withstand. He knew that this was a short dream
of delight, which would pass, and leave no substance,
but whilst under the cluirm of the dream, he could not
cry out nor move a finger to arouse himself to real life.

Neither spoke for a few minutes. But, at last,
George De Witt turned, and looking with a puzzled
face at Phoebe Musset said, * You asked me on our way

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to Waldcgraves what I was thinking about, and offered
me a penny for my thoughts. Now I wonder what you
are lost in a brown study about, and I will give you
four farthings for what is passing in your little golden
head.'

' You iflusi not ask me, George — dear George.*

' Oh mate, you must tell me.'

' I dare n^^t. I shall be so ashamed.'

' Then look aside when you speak.'

* No, I can't do that. I must look you full in the
face ; and do you lot)k me in the face too. George, I
was thinking — Why did you not come and talk to me,
before you went courting that gipsy girl, Mehalah. Are
you not sorry now that you are tied to her ? '

His eyes fell. He could not speak.

CHAPTER VI.
Alack or gold.

When T)e Witt drove up to the *City' with Phoebe
Musset, the first person he saw on the beach was the
last person that, under present circumstances, he wished
to see — Mehalah Sharland. Phoebe perceived her at
once, and rejoiced at the opportunity that offered to
profit by it.

For a long time Phoebe bad been envious of the
reputation as a beauty possessed by Mehalah. Her
energy, determination and courage made her highly
esteemed among the fishermen, and the expressions of
admiration lavished on her handsome face and generuuH

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81ie desired to reign as queen paramount of beauty, and,
like Elizabeth, could endure no rival. George De Witt
was the best built and most pleasant faced of all the
iMersea youths, and he had hitherto held aloof from her
and paid his homage to the rival queen. This had
awakened Phcebe's jealousy. She had no real regard,
no warm affection for the young fisherman ; she thought
him handsome, and was glad to flirt with him, but he
had made no serious impression on her heart, for Phoel^e
had not a heart j?n which any deep impression could be
made. She had laid herself out to attract and entangle
him from love of power, and desire to humble Mehalah.
She did not know whether any actual engagement
existed between George and Glory, probably she did
not care. If there were, so much the better, it would
render her victory more piquant Jiud complete.

She would trifle with the young man for a tew
weeks or a month, till he had broken with her rival,
and then she would keep him or cast him off as suited
her caprice. By taking him up, slie would sting other
admirers into more fiery pursuit, blow the smouldering
embers into flaming jealousy, and thus flatter her vanity
and assure her supremacy. The social laws of rural life
are the same as those in higher walks, but unglossed and
undisguised. In the realm of nature it is the female
who pursues and captures, not captivates, the male.
As in Eden, so in this degenerate paradise, it is Eve who
walks Adam, at first in wide, then in gradually contract-
ing circles, about the forbidden tree, till she has brought
him to take the unwholesome morsel. The male bird
blazes in gorgeous plumage and swims alone on tho

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i^lassy pool, but the sky is speckled with sombre
feathered females who disturb his repose, drive him into
a corner and force him to divide his worms, and drudge
for them in collecting twigs and dabbing mud about
tlieir nest. The male glow-worm browses on the dewy
blades by his moony lamp ; it is the lack-light female
that buzzes about him, coming out of obscurity, obscm'e
herself, flattering and fettering him and extinguishing
his lamp.

Where culture pjevails, the sexes chang ^heir habits
with ostentation, but remain the same ir proclivities
behind disguise. The male is supposed to pursue the
female he seeks as his mate, to hover round her ; and
she is supposed to coyly retire, and start from his
advances. But her modesty is as unreal as the nolo
episcopari of a simoniacal bishop-elect. Bashfulness
is a product of education, a mask made by art. he
cultured damsel hunts not openly, but like a poacher,
in the dark. Eve put off modesty when she put on
fig-leaves ; in the simplicity of the country, her
daughters walk without either. The female gives chase
to the male as a matter of course, as systematically
and unblushingly in rustic life, as in the other grades
of brute existence. The mother adorns her daughter
for the war-path with paint and feathers, and sends her
forth with a blessing and a smile to fulfil the first duty
of woman, and the meed of praise is hers when she
returns with a masculine heart, yet hot and mangled, at
her belt.

The Early Church set apart one day in seven for
rest ; the Christian pagans set it apart for ihe '^T^rcise
of the man hunt. The Stuart bishops publjy]i^;d a book

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on Sunday amusements, and allowed of Sabltjiih hunt-
ing. They followed, and did not- lead opinion. It is
the coursing day of : -^s when marriage- wanting maids
are in full cry and scent of all marriageable men.

A village girl who does not walk about her l)oy is an
outlaw to the commonwealth, a renegade to her sex. A
lover is held to be of as much necessity as an umbrella,
a maiden must not go out without either. If she can-
not attract one by her charms, she must retain him with
a fee. Rural morality moreover allows her to change the
beau '^1 her arm as often as the riband in her cap, but
not to be seen about, at least on Sunday, devoid of either.

Phoebe Musset intended some day to marry, but b'\d
not made up her mind whom to choose, and wh to
alter her condition. She would have liked a well-to-do
youi^,;^ tVirmer, but there happened to be no man of this
kind available. There were, indeed, at Peldon four
bachelor brothers of the name of Marriage, but they
were grown grey in celibacy and not disposed to change
their lot. One of the principal Mersea farmers was
named Wise, and had a son of age, but he was an
idiot. The rest were afflicted with only daughters —
afflicted fj "m Phoebe's point of view, blessed from their
own. There was a widower, but to take a widower was
like buying a broken-kneed horse.

George wa^ comfortably off. He owned some oyster
pi:«ns and gardens, and had a fishing smack.

But be was not a catch. There were, however, no
catches to be angled, trawled or dredged for. Phnebu
did not trouble hersf^lf greatly about the future. Her
father and mother would, perhaps, not be best pleased
were she to marry off the la^^, but the wishes of her

MEHALAH.

parents were of no weight with Plia3be, who was deter-
mined to suit her own fancy.

As she approached the ^City,' she saw Griory sur-
rounded by young boatmen, eager to get a word from
her lips or a glance from her eyes. Phoebe's heart con-
tracted with spite, but next moment swelled with triumph
at the thought that it lay in her power to wound her
rival and exhibit her own superiority, before the eyes
of all assembled on the beach.

' There is the bgy from the Leather Bottle, George,
said she, ' he shall take the horse.'

De Witt descended and helped her to alight, then
directly, to her great indignation, made his way to
Mehalah. Glory put out both hands to him and smiled.
Her smile, which was rare, was sweet ; it lighted up and
transformed a face somewhat stern and dark.

* Where have you been, George ? '

' I have been driving that girl yonder, what's-her-
name, to Waldegraves.'

' What, Phoebe Musset ? I did not know you could
drive.'

* I can do more than row a boat and catch crabs,
Glory.'

' Whn t induced you to drive her ? *

' I could not help myself, T was driven into doing
so. You see, Glory, a fellow is not always his own
master. Circumstances are sometimes stronger than
his best purposes, and like a mass of seaweed arrest his
oar and perhaps upset his boat.'

' Why, bless the boy ! ' exclaimed Mehalah. * What
are all these excuses for ? I .sin not joplous.'

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you are very ungaUant to desert me. You have
forgotten your promise, moreover.'

* What promise ? '

' There I what promise you say, as if your head were
a riddle and everything put in except clots of clay and
pebbles fell through. Mehalah has stuck in the wires,
and poor little I have been sifted out.'

* But what did 1 promise ? '

' To show me the hull in which you and your mother
live, the " Pandora " I think you call lier.'
' Did I promise ? '

* Yes, you did, when we were together at the Decoy
under the willows. I told you I wished greatly to be
introduced to the interior and see how you lived.'
Turning to Mehalah, ' George and I have been to the
Decoy. He was most good-natured, and explained the
whole contrivance to me, and — and illustrated it. We
had a very pleasant little trot together, had we not,
George?'

' Oh ! this is what's-her-name, is it ? ' said Mehalah
in a low tone with an amused look. She was neither
angry nor jealous, she despised Phoebe too heartily to ])e
either, though with feminine instinct she perceived wliat
the girl was about, and saw through all her aifectation.

' If I made the promise, I must of course keep it,'
said George, ' but it is strange I should not remember
having made it.'

*I dare say you forget a great many things tli it
were said and done at the Decoy, but,' with a little
affected sigh, ' I do not, I never shnll, I fear.'

George De Witt looked uncomfoitable and awkward,
* Will not another day do as well ? '

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*No, it will not, George,' said Phoebe petulantly.

* T know you have no eni^ao-ement, you said so when you
volunteered to drive me to Wiildegraves.'

De Witt turned to INl^^hiilah, and said, * Come alorii^
with us, Glory! my mother will be glad to see yon.'

' Oh I don't trouble yourself. Miss Sharland — or
Master Sharland, which is it ? ' — staring first at the
short petticoats, and then at the cap and jersey.

* Come, Glory,' repeated De Witt, and looked so
uncomfortable that Mehalah readily complied with his
request. *

* I can give you oysters and ale, natives, you have
never tasted better.*

' No ale for me, George,' said Phoebe. * It is getting
•on for five o'clock when I take a dish of tea.'

* Tea I ' echoed De Witt, ' I have no such dainty on
board. But I can give you rum or brandy, if you
prefer either to ale. Mother always has a glass of grog
about this time ; the cockles of her heart require it, she
says.'

* You muNt give me your arm, George, you know I
have sprained my ankle. I really cannot walk unsup-
ported.'

De Witt looked at Mehalah and then at Phoebe,
who gave him such a tender, entreating glance that he
was unable to refuse his arm. She leaned heavily on
it, and drew very close to his side ; then, turning her
head over her shoulder, with a toss of the chin, she said,

* Come along, Melialah I '

Glory's brow began to darken. She was displeased.
George also turned and nodded to the girl, who walked
in the rear with her head down. He signed to her to
join him.

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*Do you kuow, Ulory, what motlier did the other
night, when 1 failed to turn up — that night you fetched
me concerning the money that was stolen? She was
vexed at my being out late, and not abed at eleven. As
you know, I could not be so. I left the Kay as soon as
all was settled, and as you put me across to the Fresh
Marsli, I got home across the pasture and the fields as
quickly as I could, but was not liere till after eleven.
Mother was angry, she had pulled up the ladder, but
before that she tarred the vessel all round, and she
stuck a pul of sea water atop of the place where the
ladder goes. Well, then, I came home and found the
ladder gone, so I laid hold of the rope that hangs there,
and then souse over me came the water. I saw mother
was vexed, and wanted to serve me out for being late ;
however, I would not be beat, so I tried to climb the
side, and got covered with tar.'

* You got in, however ? '

* No, I did not, I went to the public-house, and laid
the night there.'

'I would have gone through tar, water, and fire,'
said Glory vehemently. ' I would not have been beat.'

*I have no doubt about it, you would,' observed
George, ' but you forget there might be worse things
behind. An old woman after a stiff glass of grog, wlien
her monkey is up, is better left to sleep off her liquor
and her displeasure before encountered.'

* I would not tell the story,' said Mehalah ; * it does
you no credit.'

* This is too bad of you, Glory ! You ran me foul
of her, and now reproach me for my steering.'

'You will run into plenty of messes if you go after
M(4uilah at night,' put in Phrebe with a t^aucy laugh.

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* Glory I' said De Witt, 'come on the othor side of
Phoebe and give her your arm. She is lame. Slie has
hurt her foot, and we are coming now to the mud.'

*0h, I cannot think of troubling Mehnl.ih,' said
Phoebe sharply ; ' you do not mind my leaning my
whole weight on you, I know, George. You did not
mind it at the Decoy.'

* Here is the ladder,' said De Witt; * step on my
foot and then you will not dirty your shoe-leather in
the mud. Don't think you will hurt me. A light
feather like you will be ilnfelt.'

'Do you keep the ladder down day and night?'
asked Glory.

* No. It is always hauled up directly I come home.
Only that one night did mother draw it up without me.
We are as safe in the " Pandora " as you ai-e at the Ray.'

' And there is this in the situation which is like,'
said Phoebe, pertly, ' that neither can entice robbers,
and need securing, as neither has anything to lose.'

' I beg your pardon,' answered George, ' there are my
savings on board. My mother sleeps soundly, so she
will no^ turn in till the ladder is up. That is the same
as locking the door on land. If you have money in the
till '

* There always is money there, plenty of it too.'

' I have no doubt about it, Phoebe. Under these
eircnmstancesyou do not go to bed and leave your door
open.'

' I should think not. You go first up the ladder, I
will follow. Mehalah can stop and paddle in her native
mud, or come after us as suits her best.' Turning lior
head to Glory she said, *Two are company, three are

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none.' Thon to the youiiGf mnri, ' GeoriTfo, ji^ivo mo your
hand to help me on deck, you forget your manners. I
fear the Decoy is where you have h'ft and \orit ihem.'

She jumped on deck. Melialah followed without
asking for or expecting assistance.

The vessel was an old collier, which George's father
hud bought when no longer seaworthy for a few pounds.
He had run her up on the Hard, dismasted her, and
converted her into a dwelling. In it George had been
born and reared. * There is one advantage in living in
a house such a?; this,' said De Witt; * we pay neither
tax, nor tithe, nor rate.'

' Ts that you ? ' asked a loud hard voice, and a head
enveloped in a huge mob cap appeared from the com-
panion ladder. ' What are you doing there, gallivanting
with girl^ all day? Come down to me and let's have it
out.'

* Mother is touchy,' said George in a subdued voice ;
* she gets a little rough and knotty at times, but she is
a rare woman for melting and untying speedily.'

' Come here, George ! ' cried the rare woman.

* I am coming, mother ' He showed the two girls
the ladder ; Mrs. De Witt liad disappeared. ' Go down
into the fore cabin, then straight on. Turn your face
to the ladder as you descend.' Phoebe hesitated. She
was awestruck by the voice and appearance of Mrs. De
Witt. However, at a sign from George she went down,
and was followed by Mehalah. Rending her head, she
passed through the small fore- cabin where was George's
bunk, into the main cabin, which served as kitchen,
parlour, and bedroom to Mrs. De Witt. A table occupied
the centre, and at the end was an iron cooking stove.

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Everything wr.8 clean, tidy, and comfortable. On a
shelf at the side stood the chairs, Mrs. De Witt
whisked one down.

' Your servant,' said she to Phcebe, with more ami-
ability than the girl anticipated. ' Yours too, G-lory,*
curtly to Mehalah.

Mrs. De Witt was not favourable to her son's attach-
ment to Glory. She was an imperious, strong-minded
woman, a despot in her own house, and she had no wish
to see that house invaded by a daughter-in-law as strong
of will and iron-headed as herself. She wished to see
Greorge mated to a girl whom she could browbeat and
manage as she browbeat and managed her son. George's
indecision of character was due in measure to his bring-
ing up by such a mother. He had been cuffed and yelled
at from infancy. His intimacy with the maternal lap
had been contracted head downwards, and was connected
with a stinging sensation at the rear. Self-assertion
had been beat or bawled out of him. She was not a
bad, but a despotic woman. She liked to have her own
way, and she obtained it, first with her husband, and
then with her son, and the ease with which she had
mastered and maintained the sovereignty had done her
as much harm as them.

If a beggar be put on horseback he will ride to the
devil, and a woman in command will proceed to unsex
herself. She was a good-hearted woman at bottom, but
then that bottom where the good heart lay was never to
be found with an anchor, but lay across the course as a
shoal where deep water was desired. Her son knew
perfectly where it was not, but never where it was.
Mrs. De Witt in face somewhat resembled her nepheWi

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Elijah Rebow, l)ut she was his senior by ten years. She
had the same hawk-like nose and dark eyes, but was
without the wollish jaw. Nor had she the eager intelli-
gence that spoke out of Elijah's features. Hers were
hard and coarse and unillumined with mind.

When she saw Phoebe enter her cabin she was both
surprised and gratified. A fair, feeble, bread-and-butter
Miss, such as she held the girl to be, was just the daughter
she fancied. Were she to come to the * Pandora ' with
whims and graces, the month of honey with Greorge
would assume the taste of vinegar with her, and would
end in the new daughter's absolute submission. She
would be able to conveii such a girl very speedily into
a domestic drudge and a recipient o^ her abuse. Men
make themselves, but women are made, and the making
of women, thought Mrs. De Witt, should be in the
hands of women ; men botched them, because they let
them take their own way.

Mrs. De Witt never forgave her parents for having
bequeathed her no money ; she could not excuse Elijah
for having taken all they left, without considering her.
She found a satisfaction in discharging her wrongs on
others. She was a saving woman, and spent little money
on her personal adornment. * What coin I drop,' she
was wont to say, ' I drop in rum, and smuggled rum is
cheap.'

But though an article is oheap, a great consumption
of it may cause the item to be a serious one ; and it was
so with Mrs. De Witt. v

The vessel to which she acted as captain, steward,
and cook, was named the * Pandora.' The vicar was

MEHALAH.

wont to remark that it was a ' Pandora's ' box full of all
gusts, but minus gentle Zepliyr.

* Will you take a chair ? ' she said obsequiously to
Phoebe, placing the ch air for her, after having first
breathed on the seat and wiped it with her sleeve.
Then turning to Mehalah, she asked roughly, *Well,
Glory I how is that old fool, your mother ? '

* Boc'cr than your manners,' replied Mehalah.

* I am glad you are come. Glory,' said Mrs. De Witt,

* I want to have it out with you. What do you mean
by coming here of a night, and carrying off my son
when he ought to be under his blankets in his bunk ?
I won't have it. He shall keep proper hours. Such
conduct is not decent. What do you think of that ? *
she asked, seating herself on the other side of the table,
and addressing Phoebe, but leaving Mehalah standing.

* What do you think of a girl coming here after night-
fall, and asking my lad to go off for a row with her all
in the dark, and the devil knows whither they went, and
the mischief they were after. It is not respectable,
is it?'

' George should not have gone when she asked him,'
said the girl.

' Dear Sackalive ! she twists him round her little
finger. He no more dare deny her anything than he
dare defy me. But I will have my boy respectable, I
can promise you I combed his head well for him when
he came home, I did by cock I He shall not do the
thing again.

' Look here, mother,' remonstrated George ; ' wash
our dirty linen in private.'

'Indeed I' exclaimed Mrs. De Witt. 'That is

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strange doctrine I Why, who would know we wore any
linen at all next our skin, unless we exposed it when
washed over the side of the wessel ? Now you come
here. I have a bone to pick along with you, George I '
To be on a level with her son, and stare him full in
the eyes, a way she had with everyone she assailed, she
sat on the table, and put her feet on the chair.

* What has become of the money ? I have been to
the box, and there are twenty pounds gone out of it, all
in gold. I haven't took it, so you must have. Now I
want to know what you have done with it. I will have
it out. I endure no evasions. Where is the money ?
Fork it out, or I will turn all your pockets inside out,
and find and retake it. You want no money, not you.
I provide you with tobacco. Where is the money ?
Twenty pounds, and all in gold. I was like a shrimp in
scalding water when I we: : to the box to-day and found
the money gone. I turned that red you might have
said it was erysipelas. I shruck out that they might
have heard me at the City. Turn your pockets out at
once.'

George looked abashed ; he was cowed by his
mother.

* I'll take the carving knife to you ! ' said the woman,
* if you do not hand me over the cash at once.'

* Oh don't, pray don't hurt him ! ' cried Phoebe, inter-
posing her arm, and beginning to cry.

' Dear Sackalive I ' exclaimed Mrs. De Witt, * I am
not aiming at his witals, but at his pockets. Where is
the money ? '

' I have had it,' said Mehalah, stepping forward and
standing between De Witt and his mother. * George

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MKHALAIf.

lias behaved generously, nobly by us. Vou have hoard
how we were robbed of our raoney. We could not have
paid our rent for the Ray had not George let us have
twenty pounds. He shall not lose it.'

' You had it, you ! — you 1 ' cried Mrs. I)e Witt in
wild and fierce astonishment. * Give it up to me at
once.'

* I cannot do so. The greater part is gone. I
paid the money to-day to Hebow, our landlord.

* Elijah has it 1 Elijah gets everything. My father
left nie without a shilling, and now he gets my hanl-
won earnings also.'

' It seems to me, mistress, that the earnings belong
to George, and surely he has a right to do with them
what he will,' said Mehalah coldly.

'That is your opinion, is it? It is not mine.'
Then she mused : * Twenty pounds is a fortune. One
may do a great deal with such a sum as that, Mehalah ;
twenty pounds is twenty pounds whatever you may say ;
and it must be repaid.'

* It shall be.'
•When?'

* As soon as T can earn the money.*

Mrs. De Witt's eyes now rested on Phoebe, and she
assumed a milder manner. Her mood was variable as
the colour of the sea ; ' I'm obliged to be peremptory at
times,' she said ; ' I have to maintain order in the wessel.
You will stay and hav'e something to eat ? '

' Thank you ; your son has already promised us some
oysters, — that is, promised me.'

*Come on deck,' said George. * We will have them
there and mother shall brew the liquor below,'

BLACK OR GOLD.

lia some
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The mother gninti'd a surly acquiescence.

When tlie tluee had re-ascended the ladder, the axm
was setting. The mouth of the Blackwater glittered
like gold leaf fluttered by the breath. The tide had
begun to flow, and already the water had surrounded
the * Pandora.' Phoebe and Mehalah would have to
return by boat, or be carried by De Witt.

The two girls stood side by side. The contrast
between them was striking, and the young man noticed
it. Mehalah was tall, lithe, and firm as a young pine,
erect in her bearing, with every muscle well developed,
firm of flesh, her skin a rich ripe apricot, and her eyes,
now that the sun was in them, like volcanic craters,
gloomy, but full of fire. Her hair, rich to profusion,
was black, yet with coppery hues in it when seen with
a side light. It was simply done up in a knot, neatly
not elaborately. Her navy-blue jersey and skirt, the
scarlet of her cap and kerchief, and of a petticoat that
appeared below the skirt, made her a rich combination
of colour, suitable to a sunny clime rather than to the
misty bleak east coast. Phoebe was colourless beside
her, a faded picture, faint in outline. Her complexion
was delicate as the rose, her frame slender, her contour
undulating and weak. She was the pattern of a trim
English village maiden, with the beauty of youth, and
the sweetness of ripening womanhood, sans semse, sans
passion, sans character, sans everything — pretty
vacuity. She seemed to feel her own inferiority beside
the gorgeous Mehalah, and to t ; angry at it. She
took off her bonnet, and the wind played with her yellow
curls, and the setting sun spun them into a halo of
gold about her delicate tace*.

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MiiHAT.AH.

' Loose your hair, Mehalah,' said the spiteful girl.
. * What for?' •

' I want to see how it will look in the sun.'

* Do so, Glory I ' begged Greorge. * How shining
Pha3be's locks are. One might melt and coin them
into guineas.'

JNIehalah pulled out a pin, and let her hair fall, p
flood of warm black with red gleams in it. It reached
her waist, and the wind scattered it about her like a
veil.

If Phoobe's hair resembled a spring fleecy cloud
gilded by the sun, buoyant in the soft warm air, that of
iMehalah was like an angry thunder shower with a
promise of sunshine gleaming through the rain.

* Black or gold, which do you most admire, George ? '
asked the saucy girl.

' That is not a fair question to put to me,' said De
Witt in reply ; but he put his fingers through the dark
tresses of Mehalah, and raised them to his lips. Phcebe
bit her tongue.

' George,' she said sharply. * See the sun is in my
liair. I am in glory. That is better than being so
only in name.'

' But your glory is short-lived, Phoebe ; the sun will
be set in a minute, and then it is no more.'

' And hers,' she said spitefully, ' hers — you imply —
endures eternally. I will go home.'

'Do not be angry, Phoebe, there cannot be thunder
in such a golden cloud. There can be nothing worse
tlian a rainbow.' - '

' What have you got there about your neck, George ?
. she asked, pacified by the compliment.

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* A riband.*

< Yes, and something at the end of it — a locket con-
taining a tuft of })lack horsehair.'
' No, there is not.'

* Call me " mate," as you did when we were at the
Decoy. How happy we were there, but then we were
alone, that makes all the difference.'

G-eorge did not answer. Mehalah's hot blood began
to fire her dark cheek.

* Tell me what you have got attached to that riband ;
if you love me, tell me, George. We girls are always
inquisitive.'

' A keepsake, Phoebe.'

* A keepsake I Then I must see it.' She snatched
at the riband where it showed above De Witt's blue
jersey.

* I noticed it before, when you were so attentive at
the Decoy.'

Mehalah interposed her arm, and placing her open
hand on George's breast, thrust him out of the reach
of the insolent flirt.

' For shame of you, how dare you behave thus I *
she exclaimed.

' Oh dear ! ' cried Phoebe, ' I see it all. Your keep-
sake. How sentimental I Oh, George I I shall die of
laughing.'

She went into pretended convulsions of merriment.
' I cannot help it, this is really too ridiculous.*

Mehalah was trembling with anger. Her gipsy
blood was in flame. There is a flagrant spirit in such
veins which soon bursts into an explosion of fire.

Phoebe stepped up to her, and holding her delicate

MEHALAH.

fingers beside the strong liand of Mehalab, whispered,
•Look at these little lingers. They will pluck your
love out of your rude clutch.* She saw that she was
stinging her rival past endurance. She went on aloud,
casting a saucy side glance at De Witt, ' I should like
to add nriy contribution to the trifle that is collecting
for you fcince you lost your money. I suppose there is a
brief. Off with the red cap and pass it round. Here is
a crown.*

The insult was unendurable. Mehalah*8 passion
overpowered her. In a moment she had caught up the
girl, and without considering what she was doing, she
flung her into the sea. Then she staggered back and
panted for breath.

A cry of dismay from De Witt. He rushed to the
Bide.

* Stay 1 * said Mebalah, restraining him with one
hand and pressing the other to her heart. * She will
not drown.'

The water was not deep. Several fisherlads had
already sprung to the rescue, and Phoebe was drawn
limp and dripping towards the shore. Mehalah stooped,
picked up the girl's straw hat, and slung it after her.

A low laugh burst from someone riding in a boat
under the side of the vessel.

' Well done, Glory I You served the pretty vixen
right. I love you for it.'

She knew the voice. It was that of Kebow. He
must have heard, perhaps seen all.

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CHAPTER VII.

LIKE A BAD PENNY.

• For shame, Glory ! ' exclaimed De Witt when he had
recovered from his sm*prise but not from his dismay.
' How could you do such a wicked and unwomanly act? '

* For shame, George I * answered Mehalah, gaspinjjj
for breath. ' You stood by all the while, and listened
whilst that jay snapped and screamed at me, and tor-
mented me to madness, without interposing a word.'

' I am angry. Your behaviour has been that of a
savage ! * pursued George, tnoroughly roused. ' I love
you, Glory, you know I do. But this is beyond
endurance.'

'If you are not prepared, or willing to right me, I
must defend myself,' said Mehalah ; * and I will do it.
I bore as long as I could bear, expecting every moment
that you would silence her, and speak out, and say,
" Glory is mine, and I will not allow her to be affronted.*'
But not a step did you take, not a finger did you lift ;
and then, at last, the fire in my heart burst forth and
sent up a smoke that darkened my eyes and bewildered
my brain. I could not see, I could not think. I did
not know, till all was over, what I had done. George !
I know I am rough and violent, when these rages come
over me, I ara not to be trifled with.'

* I hope they never may come over you when you
have to do with me,' said De Witt sulkily.

* I hope not, George. Do not trifle with me, do
not provoke me. I have the gipsy in me, but under

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couLiol, All at once the old nature bursts loose, and
then 1 do I know not what. 1 cannot waste my energy
in words like some, and I cannot contend with such a
girl as that with the tongue.'

' What will folks say of this ? '

* I do not care. They may talk. But now, George,
let me warn you. That girl has been trifling with you,
and you have been too 1)1 ind and foolisli to see her
game and keep her at arm's length.'

* You are jealous because I speak to another girl
l)eside8 you.*

' No, I am not. I am not one to harbour jealousy.
Whom I trust I trust with my whole heart. Wlicm I
believe I believe with my entire soul. I know you too
well to be jealous. I know as well that you could not
be false to me in thought or in act as I know my truth
to you. I cannot doubt you, for had I thought it pos-
sible that you would give me occasion to doubt, I could
not have loved you.'

' Sheer off I ' exclaimed George, looking over his
slioulder. * Here comes the old woman.'

The old woman appeared, scrambling on deck, her
cap-frills bristling about her ears, like the feathers of
an angry white cockatoo.

' What is all this ? By jaggers I where is Phoebe
Miisset ? What have you done with her ? Where luive
you put her ? What were those screams about ? '

'Slieer off while you may,' whispered De Witt;
* the old woman is not to be faced when wexed no more
than a hurricane. Strike sail, and run before the
wind.'

*What have you done with the young woman?

MKK A BAD PKNNY.

Wli.re is Aw'f Viodncti the cuipi^c. I heard her us
she shrui'k out.'

* She insulted me,' said Melialali, still agitated by
pUHsion, *and I flnnf; her overboard.'

Mrs. T)e Witt rushed to the bidwarks, and saw tli"
dripping damsel })ein^ carried — slie could not walk —
from the Strand to lier lather's house.

* You chucked her overboard ! * exclaimed the (»ld
woman, and she caught up a swabbin^Muop. * How
dare you? She wns ray visitor ; she came to sip my
iivn^f and eat my natives at my hospitable board, aiid
yon chucked her into the sea as though she were a
picked cocklesliell I '

* She insulted me,' said >rehalah angrily.

*I will teach you to play tlio d(iL;-tish amon^; my
herrings, to turn this blessed peaceful " Pandora" into
a ea<;e of bears I ' cried iSIrs. De Witt, charging; with
her mop.

Mehalah struck the weapon down, and put her foot
on it.

*Take care!' she exclaimed, her voice trembiin^j
with passion. * In another moment you will have raised
the devil in me again.'

. *He don't take much raising,' vociferated ^ Irs. De
Witt. * I will teach you to assault a genteel young
female who comes a wisiting of me and my son in our
own wessel. Do you think you are already mi^tre^fs
here ? Does the " Pandora " belong to you ? Am I to
be chucked overboard along with every lass that vvexes
you ? Am I of no account any more in tlie eyes of my
son, that I suckled from my Tnaternal bottle, and fed
with egg and pap out of my own spoon ? *

MEHALAH.

* For heaven's sake,' interrupted George, * sheer otf,
Mehaiah. Mother is the dearest old lady in the world
when she is sober. She is a Pacific Ocean when not
vexed with storms. She will pacify presently.'

* I will go, George,' said Mehaiah, panting with
anger, her veins swollen, her eye sparkling, and her lip
quivering ; * I will go, and I will never set foot in this
boat again, till you and your mother have asked my
pardon for this conduct ; she for this outrage, you for
having allowed me to receive insult, white-livered co\\ u*d
that you are.'

She flung heiiself down the ladder, and waded ashore.

Mrs. De Witt's temper abated as speedily as it rose.
She retired to her grog. She set feet downwards on the
scene ; the last of her stalwart form to disappear was
the glowing countenance set in white rays.

George was left to his own reflections. He saw
Mehaiah get into her boat and row away. He waved
his cap to her, but she did not return the salute. She
was offended grievously. George was placed in a diffi-
cult situation. The girl to whom he was betrothed was
angry, and had declared her determination not to tread
the planks of the ' Pandora ' again, and the girl who
had made advances to him, and whom his mother would
have favom'ed, had been ejected unceremoniously from
it, and perhaps injured, at all events irretrievably
t)ffendedc

It was incumbent on him to go to the house of
the Mussets and enquire for Phoebe. He could do no
less; so he descended the ladder and took his way
thither.

Phoebe was not hurt, she was only frightened. She

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had been wet through, and was at 'once put to l»ed.
She cried a great deal, and old Musset vowed he would
take out a summons against the aggressor. Mrs.
Musset wept in sympathy with her daughter, and then
fell on De Witt for having permitted the assault to take
place unopposed.

* How could I interfere ? ' he asked, desperate with
his difficulties. * It was up and over with her before I
was aware.'

* My girl is not accustomed to associate with
cannibals,' said Mrs. Musset, drawing herself out like a
telescope.

As George returned much crestfallen to the beach,
now deserted, for tlie niglit had come on, lie was accosted
by Elijah Rebow.

' George I ' said the owner of Red Hall, laying a
band on his cousin's shoulder, 'you ought not to be
here.'

* Where ought I to be, Elijah ? It seems to me
that I have been everywhere to-day where I ought not
to be. I am left in a hopeless muddle.'

* You ought not to allow Glory to part from you in
anger.'

* How can I help it ? I am sorry enough for the
quarrel, but you must allow her conduct was trying to
the temper.'

' She had great provocation. I wonder she did not
kill that girl. She has a temper, has Mehalah, that
does not stick at trifles ; but she is generous and for-
giving.'

' She is so angry with me that I doubt I shall not be
able to bring her back to good humour.'

MEITALAIT.

I doubt 80, too, unless you go the right way to
work with her ; and that is not what you are doing
now.'

* Why, what ought I to do, Elijah ?'

' Do you want to break with her, George ? Do you
want to be off with Glory and on with milk-face? '
' xVo, I do not.'

* You are set on Glory still ? You will cleave to
her till naught Init death shall you part, eh ? '

'Naught else.'

* George ! That other girl has good looks and
money. Give up Mehalah, and hitch on to Phoebe. I
know your mother will be best pleased if you do, and it
will suit your interests well. Glory has not a penny,
Phoebe has her pockets lined. Take my word for it
you can have milk-face for the asking, and now is your
opportunity for breaking with Glory if you have a mind
to do so.'

* But I have not, Elijah.*

* What can Glory be to you, or you to Glory ? Hhe
with her great heart, her stubborn will, her strong soul,
and you — you — bah ! '

' Elijah, say what you like, but I will hold to Glory
till death us do part.'

' Your hand on it. You swear that.'

* Yes, I do. I want a wife who can row a boat, a
eplendid girl, the sight of whom lights up the whole
heart.'

*I tell yon Glory is not one for you. See how
passionate she s, she blazes up in a moment, and then
she is one to shiver you if you offend her. No, she
needs a man of other stamp than you to manage her.'

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•She shall he mine,' said George : « I want no other.*

* This is your fixed resolve ? '

* My fixed resolve.'

* For better for worse ? *

* For better for worse, till death us do part.*

* Till death you do part,' Elijah jerked out a laugh.

♦ George, if you are not the biggest fool I have set eyes
on for many a day, I am much mistaken.'

' Why so ? '

* Because you are acting contrary to your interests,
'^'ou are unfit for Glory, you do not now, you never will,
understand her,'

' What do you mean ? '

* You let the girl row away, offended, angry, eating
out her heart, and you show no sign tliat you desire
reconciliation.'

* I have though. T waved my hat to her, but she
took no notice.'

' Waved your hat ! ' repeated Rebow, with suppressed
scorn. * You never will read that girl's heart, and
understand her moods. Oh, you fool ! you fool I strain-
ing your arms after the unapproachable, unattainable,
star ! If ahe were mine— ^ — ' he stamped and clenched
his fists.

* But she is not going to be yours, Elijah,* said
George with a careless laugh.

' No, of course not,' said Elijah, joining in the laugh

* She is yours till death you do part.'

'Tell me, what have I douj mong?' asked De
Witt.

* There — you come to me, after all, to interpret the
writing for you. It is there, written in letters of fire,

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MEHALAH.

Mene, mene, tekel, Upharsin 1 Thou art weighed in
the balance and found wanting, and this night shall thy
kingdom be taken from thee and given to '

' Elijah, I do not understand this language. What
ought I to do to regain Mehalah's favour ? '

* You must go after her. Do you not feel it in every
fibre, that ycu must, you mud-blood ? Go after her at
once. She is now at home, sitting alone, brooding over
the offence, sore at your suffering her to be insulted
without making remonstrance. Her wrong will grow
into a mountain in her heart unless it be rooted up to-
night. Her pride will flame up as her passion dies
away, and she will not let you speak to her another
tender word. She will hate and despise you. The
little crack will split into a wide chasm. I heard her
call you a white-livered coward.'

' She did ; you need not repeat it. She will be sorry
when she is cool.'

' That is just it, George. As soon as passion abates,
her generous heart will turn to self-reproach, and she
will be angry with herself for what she has done. She
will accuse herself with having been violent, with having
acted unworthily of her dignity, with having grown in
too great a heat about a worthless doll. She will be
vexed with herself, ashamed of herself, unable in the
twilight of her temper to excuse herself. Perhaps she
is now in tears. But this mood will not last. To-
morrow her pride will have returned in strength, she
will think over her .vrongs and harden herself in stub-
bornness ; she will know that the world condemns her,
and she will retire into herself in defiance of the woril.
Look up at the sky. Do you see, there is Charles' Wain,

W »jgag-

Lire a bad penny.

and there is Cassiopsea's Chair. There the Serpent and
there tlie Swan. I can see every figure plain, but your
landsman rarely can. So I can see every constellation
in the dark heaven of Mehalah's soul, but "ou cannot.
You would be wrecked if you were to sail b} it. Now,
George, take Glory while she is between two moods, or
lose her for ever. Go after her at once, George, ask her
forgiveness, blame yourself and your mother, blame
that figure-head miss, and she will forgive you frankly,
at once. She will fall on your neck and ask your pardon
for what she has done.'

* I believe you are right,' said De Witt, musing.

* I know I am. As I have been working in my forge,
I have watched the flame on the hearth dance and
waver to the clinking of the hammer. There was some-
thing in the flame, I know not what, which made it
wince or flare, as the blows fell hard or soft. So there
are things in Nature respond to each otlier without your
knowing why it is, and in what their sympathy consists.
So I know all that passes in Mehalah's mind. I feel
my own soul dance and taper to herpulses. If you had
not been a fool, George, you would already have been
after her. What are you staying for now ? '

* ]My mother ; what will she say ? '

' Do you care for her more than for Glory ? If you
think of her now, you lose Glory for ever. Once more
I ask you, do you waver ? Are you inclined to forsake
Mehalah for milk- face ? ' "

' I am not,' said De Witt impatiently ; ' why do
you go on with this ? I have said already that Glory
is mine.'

* Unless death you do part.' ,.^ .

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* I'iU death us do part, is what I snid.*

* Then make haste. An hour hence the Rn v house
will be closed, and the girl and her mother in bed.*

' 1 will get my boat and row thither at once.'

* You need not do that. I have my boat here, jump
in. We will each take an oar, and I will land you on
the Ray.'

* You take a great interest in my affairs.'

* I take a very great interest in them,' said Rebow
dryly.

* Lead the way, then.*

* Follow me.'

Rebow walked forward, over the shingle towards his
boat, then suddenly turned, and asked in a suppressed
voice, * Do you know whither you are going ? '

'To the Ray.'

* To the Ray, of course. Is there anyone on tne
Hard?'

* Not a soul. Had I not better go to my mother
before I start and say that I am going with you ? '

'On no account. She will not allow you to go to
the Ray. You know she will not.'

De Witt was not disposed to dispute this.

' You are sure,' asked Rebow again, * that there is
no one on the Hard. No one sees you enter my boat.
No one sees you push off with me. No one sees whither
we go.'

' Not a soul.'

* Then here goes 1 ' Elijah Rebow thrust the boat
out till she floated, sprang in and took his oar. De
Witt was already oar in hand on his seat.

* The red curtain is over the window at the Leather

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boat
ither

Bottle,* said George. ' JNo signalling to-night, the
B^'hooner is in the offing.'

* A red signal. It may mean more than you under-
etand.*

They rowed on.

« Is there a hand on that crimson pane,* aaked Rehow
in a low tone, ' with the fingers dipped in fire, writing ? *

* Not that I can see.'

* Nor do you see the writing, Mene, mene, tekel,
Upharsin.* . • .

« You jest, Elijah 1'

*A strange jest. Perhaps the writing is in the
vulgar tongue, thou art weighed and found wanting,
feeble fool, and thy kingdom is taken from thee, and
given to jNIE.*

Mehalah sat by the hearth, on the floor, in the farm-
house at the Ray. Her mother was abed and asleep.
The girl had cast aside the cap and thrown off her
jersey. Her bare arms were folded on her lap ; and the
last flicker of the red embers fell on her exposed and
heaving lx>som.

Elijah Rebow on the Hard at Mersea had read accu-
rately the workings and transitions in the girl's heart.
Precisely that was taking place which he had described.
The tempest of passion had roared by, and now a tide
of self-reproach rose and overflowed her soul. She wa^
aware that she had acted wrongly, that without adequate
cause she had given way to an outburst of blind fury.
Phoebe was altogether too worthless a creature for her
jealousy, to«i weak to have been subjected to such treat-
ment. Her anger against George had expired. He did

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well to be indignant with her. It was true he had not
rebuked Phoebe nor restrained his mother, but the reason
was clear. He was too forbearing with women to offend
them, however frivolous and intemperate they might be.
He had relied on the greatness of his Glory's heart to
stand above and disregard these petty storms.

She had thrown off her boots and stockings, and sat
with her bare feet on the hearth. The feet moved
nervously in rhythm to her thoughts. She could not
keep them still. Her trouble was great. Tears were
not on her cheeks ; in this alone was Elijah mistaken.
Her dark eyes were fixed dreamily on the dying fire —
they were like the marsh-pools with the will-o'-the-wisp
in each. They did not see the embers, they looked
through the iron fireback, and the brick wall, over the
saltings, over the water, into infinity.

She loved George. Her love for him was the one
absorbing passion of her life. She loved her mother,
but no one else — only her and George. She had no one
else to love. She was without relations. She had been
brought up without playfellows on that almost inac-
cessible islet, only occasionally visiting Mersea, and then
only for an hour. She had seen and known nothing of
the world save the world of morass. She had mixed with
no life, save the life of the flocks on the Ray, of the
fishes and the seabirds. Her mind hungered for some-
thing more than the little space of the Ray could supply.
Her soul had wings and sought to spread them and soar
away, whither, however, she did not know. She had a
dim prevision of something better than the sordid round
of common cares which made up the life she knew.

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she had spent her girlhood without a recognition of its
powers. She felt that there was a voice within which
talked in a tongue other from that whicli struck lier
ears each day, but what that language wa-, and what
the meaning of that voice, she did not know. She
had met with De Witt. Indeed they had known each
other, so far as meeting at rare intervals went, for many
years ; she bad not seen enc gh of him to know him as
he really was, she therefore loved him as she idealised
him. The great cretaceous sea was full of dissolved
silex penetrating the waters, seeking to condense and
solidify. But there was nothing in the ocean then save
twigs of weed and chips of shells, and about them that
hardest of all elements drew together and grew to ada-
mant. The soul of Mehalah was some such vague sea
full of ununderstood, unestimated elements, seeking their
several centres for precipitation, and for want of better,
condensing about straws. To her, Greorge De Witt was
the ideal of all that was true and manly. She was noble
herself, and her ideal was the perfection of nobility.
She was rude indeed, and the image of her worship was
rough hewn, but still with the outline and carriage of a
hero. She could not, she would not, suppose that George
De Witt was less great than her fancy pictured.

The thought of life with him filled her with exulta-
tion. She could leap up, like the whooper swan, spread
her silver wings, and shout her song of rapture and of
defiance, like a trumpet. He would open to her the
gates into that mysterious world into which she now
only peeped, he would solve for her the pt rp^(^xities of
her troubled soul, he would lead her to the light which
would illumine her eager mind. *

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I '

NeveiLhelebs she was ready to wait patiently the
realisation of her dream. She was in uo hurry. She
knew that she could not live in tlie same house or boat
with George's mother. She could not leave her own
ailing motlier, wholly dependent on herself. Mehalah
eontentcHlly tarried for wliat tlie future would unfold,
with that steady confidence in the future that you'.h so
generally enjoys.

The last embers went out, and all was dark Within.
No sound was audible, save the ticking of the clock,
and the sigh of the wind about the eaves and in the
tliqrntrees. Mehalah did riot stir. She dreamed on
witli her eyes open, still gazing into space, but now witli
no marsh fires in the dark orbs. The grey night slcy
and the stars looked in at the window at her.

Suddenly, as she thus sat, an inexpressible distre=!3
cnme over her, a feeling as though George were in danger,
and were crying to her for help. She raised hers<ilf on
the floor, and drew her feet under her, and leaning her
cliin on her fingers listened. The wind moaned under
tlie door ; everything else was hushed.

Her fear came over her like an ague fit. She wiped
her forehead, there were cold drops beading it. She
turned faint at heart ; her pulse stood still. Her soul
seemed straining, drawn as by invisible attraction, and
agonised because the gross body restrained it. She felt
assm-ed that she was wanted. She must not remain
there. She sprang to her feet and sped to the door, un-
bolted it and went forth. The sky was cloudless, thick
strewn with stars. Jupiter glowed over Mersea Isle. A
red gleam was visible, far away at the * City.' It
shone from the tavern window, a coloured star set in

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el>ony. She went witliin an^aiu. The lire wns out.
rerhups this was the vulgar cause of the straiit^e seii-
h^;iUon. She must shake it off. She went to her room
;iud threw herself on the bed. Again,, as though an icy
wave washed over her, lying on a frozen shore, came
tliat awful fear, and then, again, that tension of her soul
to be free, to fly somewhere, away from the Ray, but
whither she could not tell.

Where was George ? Was he at home ? Was he safe ?
She tried in vain to comfort herself with the thought
that he ran no danger, that he was protected by her
talisman. She felt that without an answer to these
( questions she could not rest, that her night would be a
fev^-L iream. *

She hastily drew on her jersey and boots ; she slipped
out of the house, unloosed her punt, and shot over the
water to Mersea. The fleet was silent, but as she flew
into the open channel she could hear the distant throb
of oars on rowlocks, away in the dark, out seaward.
She heard the screech of an owl about the stacks of a
farm near the waterside. She caught as she sped past
the Leather Bottle muffled catches of the nautical songs
trolled by the topers within.

She met no boat, she saw no one. She ran her punt
on the beach and walked to the ' Pandora,' now far
a1)ove the water. The laikler was still down ; therefore
George was not within. * "WTio goes there ?' asked the
voice of jNIrs. De Witt. * Is that you, George ? Are
you coming home at last ? Where have you been all
this while ? *

Mehalah drew back. Geoige Wtiauot only not there,
but his mother knew not where he was.

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MKHALAH.

The cool air and the exercise hnd in the mean time
dissipated Mehalah's fear. She ar^riied with lierself
that George was in tlie tavern, behind the red curtain,
remaining away from his mother's abusive tongue as
long as he might. His boat lay on the Hard. She saw
it, with the oars in it. He was therefore not on the
water ; he was on land, and on land he was safe. He
wore the medal about his neck, against his heart.

How glad and thankful she was that she had given
him the precious charm that guarded from all danger
save drowning.

She rowed back to the Ray, more easy in her mind,
and anchored her punt. She returned cautiously over
the saltings, picking lier way by the starlight, leaping
or avoiding the runnels and pools, now devoid of water,
but deep in mud most adhesive and unfathomable.

She felt a little uneasy lest her mother should have
awoke during her absence, and missed her daughter.
She entered the house softly ; the door was without a
lock, and merely hasped, and stole tc her mother's room.
The old woman was wrapt in sleep, and breathing peace-
fully.

Mehalah drew off her boots, and seated herself again

by the hearth. She was not sleepy. She would reason
with herself, and account for the sensation that had
affected her.

Hark! she heard some one speak. She listened
attentively with a flutter at her heart. It was her
mother. She stole back on tiptoe to her. The old
woman was dreaming, and talking in her sleep. She
had her hands out of bed together and parted them,
vad waved them, ' No, Mehalah, no I Not G-eorge I not

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107

George I* she gave empluisis with her hand, then
juildenly gruHpL'd her daugliter's wrist, * But Klijalil*
Next moment lier grasp relaxed, and she slept calmly,
apparently dreamlessly again.

Melialah went back.

It was strange. No sooner was she in her place by
the hearth again than the same distress came over her.
It was as though a black cloud had swept over her
bky and blotted out every light, so that neither sun,
nor moon, nor star appeared, as though she were left
drifting without a rudder and without a compass in an
unknown sea, under murky night with only the phos-
phorescent flash of the waves about, not illumining the
way but intensifying its horror. It was as though slie
found herself suddenly in some vault, in utter, ray-
less blackness, knowing neither how she came there nor
whether there was a way out.

Oppre.ssed by this horror, she lifted her eyes to
the window, to see a star, to see a little light of any
sort. What she there saw turned her to stone.

At the window, obscuring the star's rays, was the
black figi've of a man. She could not see the face, she
saw only the K'hape of the head, and arms, and hands
spread out against the panes. The figure stood looking
in and at her.

Her eyes filmed over, and her head swam.

She heard the casement struck, and the tear of
the lead and tinkle of broken glass on the brick floor,
and then something fell at her feet with a metallic click.

When she recovered herself, the figure was gone,
but the wind piped and blew chill through the reut
lattice.

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mehalah.

How many miniites pubsed before she recovered her-
8'3lf Kutiiciently to rise and light a candle she never
knew, nor did it matter. When she had obtained a
ligjit she stooped with it, and groped upon the floor.

Mrs, Sharland was awakened by a piiTcing scream.

She sprang from her bed and rushed into the ad-
joining room. There stood Mehalah, in the light of
the broken candle lying melting and flaring on the
floor, her hair fallen about her shoulders, her face the
hue of death, her lips bloodless, her eyes distended with
terror, gazing on the medal of Paracelsus, which she
held in her hand, the sea- water dripping from the wet
riband wound about her fingers.

'Mother! Mothetl He is drowned. I have seen
him. He came and returned me this.'

Then she fell senseless on the floor, with the medal
held to her heart.

CHAPTER VIII.

"WHERE IS HE?

If there had been excitement on the Tfnrd at Merseaon
the preceding day when the schooner anchored off it,
there was more this morning. The war-vei^sel had
departed no one knew whither, and nobody cared. The
bay was full of whiting; the waters were alive with
tiiem, and the gulls were flickering over the surface
watching, seeing, plunging. The fishermen were getting
their boats afloat, and all appliances ready for making

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harvest of that fish which is most delicious when fresh
from the water, most flat when out of it a few
hours,

Down the side of the * Pandora' tumbled Mrs.
De Witt, her nose 'sharper than usual, but her cap more
flabby. She wore a soldier's jacket, bought second-
hand at Colchester. Her face was of a warm com-
plexion, tinctured with rum and wrath. She charged
into the midst of the fishermen, asking in a loud
imperative tone for her son.

To think that after the lesson delivered him last
week, the boy should have played truant again I The
world was coming to a pretty pass. The last trumpet
might sound for aught Mrs. De Witt cared, and involve
mankind in ruin, for mankind was past ' worriting '
about.

George had defied her, and the nautical population
of the * City ' had aided and abetted him in his revolt.

'This is what comes of galiwanting,' said Mrs.
De Witt ; * first he gali wants Mehalah, and then Phce})e.
No good ever came of it. f'd pass a law, were I king,
against it, but that smuggling in love would go on as
free under it as smuggling in spirits. Young folkvS

now-a-(lays is grown that wexing and uicious

Where is my George?' suddenly laying hold of Jim
Morell.

The old sailor jumped as if he had been caught by
a revenue oflScer.

* Bless my life, Mistress I You did give me a turn,
What is it you want ? A pinch of snuff ? '

' 1 want my (reorge,' said the excited mother.
* Where is he skulking to ? '

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* How should I know ? ' asked Morell, * he is big
enough to look after himself.'

' He is among you," said Mrs. De Witt ; * I know
you have had him along with a party of you at tlie
Leather Bottle yonder. You men get together, and
goad the young on into rebellion against their parents.*

' I know nothing about G-eorge. I have not even
seen him.'

* I've knitted his guernseys and patched his breeches
these twenty years, and now he turns about and deserts
me.'

' Tom 1 ' shouted Morell to a young fisherman, ' have
you seen G-eorge De Witt this morning ? '

' No, I have not, Jim.'

' Oh, you young fellows I ' exclaimed the old lady,
loosing her hold on the elder sailor, and cliarging
among and scattering the young boatmen. ' Where
is my boy ? What have you done with him that he did
not come home last night, and is nowhere wisible ? '

* He went to the Mussets' last evening, Mistress.
We have not set eyes on him since,'

* Oh ! he went there, did he ? Galiwanting again ! '
She turned about and rushed over the shingle towards
the grocery, hardware, drapery, and general store.

Before entering that realm of respectability, Mrs.
De Witt assumed an air of consequence and gravity.

She reduced her temper under control, and with an
effort called up an urbane smile on her hard features
when saluting Mrs. Musset, who stood behind the
counter.

* Can I serve you with anything, ma'am ? ' asked
the mother of Phoebe, with cold self-possession, .

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* I want my George.'

' Wp don't keep him in stock.'

* lie was here last night.'

' Do you suppose we kept hira her^ the night? Are
you determined to insult us, madam ? You have been
drinking, and have forgot yourself and where you are.
We wish to see no more of your son. My Phoebe is
not accustomed to demean herself by association with
cannibals. It is unfortunate that she should have
stepped beyond her sphere yesterday, but she has
learned a lesson by it which will be invaluable for the
future. I do not know, I do not care, whether the
misconduct was that of yoiur son or of your daughter-
in-law. Birds of a feather flock together, and lambs
don't consort with wolves. I beg, madam, that it be
an understood matter between the families that, except
in the way of business, as tobacco, sugar, currants, or
calico, intimacy must cease.'

' Oh indeed I ' exclaimed Mrs. De Witt, the colour
mottling her cheek. ' You mean to insinuate that our
social grades are so wery different.'

'Providence, madam, has made distinctions in
human beings as in currants. Some are all fruit, and
some half gravel.'

'You forget,' said Mrs. De Witt, * that I was
a Rebow — a Rebow of Red Hall. It was thence I
inherit the blood in my weins and the bridge of my
nose.'

' And that was pretty much all yeu did inherit from
them,' observed Mrs. Miisset. ' Much value they must
be to you, as you have nothing else to boast of.'

* Oh, indeed, Mistress Musset I '

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'Indeed, Mistress De Witt I* with a profound
curtsey.

Mrs. De Witt attempted an imitation, but having
been uninstructed in deportment as a cliild, and in-
experienced in riper years, she got her limbs entangled,
and whsn slie had arrived at a sitting posture was unable
to extricate herself witli ease.

In attempting to recover her erect position she pre-
cipitated herself against a treacle barrel and upset it.
A gush of black saccharine matter spread over the floor.

* Where is my son ? ' shouted Mrs. I)e Witt, her
temper having broken control.

*You shall pay for the golden syrup,' said Mrs.
Miisset.

* Golden syrup ! * jeered Mrs. De Witt, * common
troacle, the cleanings of the niggers' feet that tread out
tbo sugar-cane.'

* It shall be put down to you 1 * cried the mistress of
the store, defying her customer across the black river.
* I will have a summons out against you for the syrup.'

* And I will have a search-warrant for my son.'

* I have not got him. I should be ashamed to keep
him under my respectable roof.'

' What is this disturbance about ? ' asked Mr. Mus-
set, coming into the F^op with his pipe.

* I want my son,' cried the incensed mother * He
has not been seen since he came here last night. What
have you done to him ? '

' He is not here, Mistress. He only remained a few
minutes to enquire after Phoebe, and then ho left. We
have not seen him since. Gro to the Leather Bottle ;
you will prolKibly find him there.'

WUEUK IS hi:?

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The advice was r(;asonal)lo ; and liavin^ discharged
H parting allot at Mrs. Musset, the bereaved motlicr
dj^parted and took her way to tlie qiKiint old inn hy tlie
waterside, entitled the Leather l^ottle.

Mrs. De Witt pushed the door open and strode in. No
one was tliere save the host, Isaac Mead. He knew
nothing of George's whereabouts. He liad not seen him
or heard hina spoken of. Mrs. De Witt having entered,
felt it incJimbent on her to take sometlnng for the good
of the house.

The host sat opposite lier at the table.

* Wliere can he be ? ' asked Mrs. De Witt. * The
boy cannot be lost.'

* Have you searclied everywlierc ? '

* I liave asked the lads ; they either know nothing, or
won't tell. I have been to the Musset's. They pietend
they have not seen him since last night.*

* Perhaps he rowed ofT somewhere.'

* His boat is on tlie Hard.'

' Do not bother your head about him,' said th*^ host
with confidence, 'he will turn up. Mark my words. I
say he will certainly turn up, perha[)s not when you
want him, or where you expect him, but he assuredly
will reappear. I have had seven soms, and they got
scattered all over the world, but they have all turned up
one after another, and,' he added sententiously, ' the world
is bigger than Mersea. It is nothing to be away for
tw^elve or fourteen hours. Lads take no account of time,
they do not walue it any more than they walue good
looks. We older folks do ; we hold to that which is
slipping from us. When we was children, we thought
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in all and throw what we can't consume away. At b .t
we tind we Lave spoiled oui' fishing, and we must use
larger meshes in our net. I will tell you another thing,
Mistress,' continued the host, who delighted to moralise,
* time is like a clock, when young it goes slow, and when
old it gallops. When you and I was little, we thought
a day as long as now we find a year. As we grew older
years went faster ; and the older we wax the greater the
speed with which time spins by ; till at last it passes
with a whisk and a flash, and that is eternity.'

' He cannot be drowned,' said Mrs. De Witt. ' That
would be too ridiculous.'

* It would, j ust about.' After a moment's consideration
Isaac added, * I heard that Elijah Kebow was on the
Hard last night,maybe your George is gone off with him.'

* Not likely, laaac. I and Elijah are not on good
terms. My father left me nothing. Elijah took all
after his parents, and I did not get a penny.'

* You know we have war with foreigners,' observed
the publican. ' Now I observe that everything in tliis
world goes by contraries. When there's peace abroad,
there is strife at home, and vice versa. There was a
man-of-war in the bay yesterday. I sho .d not wonder
if that put it into Greorge's head to be a man-of-peace
on land. When you want to estimate a person's
opinions, first ask what other folks are saying round
him, and take the clean contrary, and you hit the bulFs-
eye. If you see anything like to draw a man in one
direction, look the opposite way, and you will find him.
There was pretty strong intimation of war yesterday
with the foreigners, then you may be dead certain he

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took a peaceful turn in his perwerse vein, and went to
patch up old qujiirels with Elijah.'

* It is possible,' said Mrs. De Witt. ' I will row to
Red Hall and find out.'

' Have another glass before you go,' said the landlord.
* Never hurry about anything. If George be at liis
cousin's he will turn up in time. There is more got by
waiting than by worrying.'

•But perhaps he is not there.'

' Then he is elsewhere.'

'He may be drowned.'

' He will turn up. Drowned or not, he will turn up.
I never knew boys to fail. If he were a girl it would
be different. You see it is so when they drown. A
boy floats face upwards, and a girl with lier face down.
It is so also in life. If a girl strays f^nn home, she
goes to the bottom like a plummet, but a boy on the
contrary goes up like a cork.'

Mrs. De Witt so far took Isaac Mead's advice that
she \79ited at her home till afternoon. But as George
did not return, she became seriously uneasy, not so
much for him as for herself. She did not for a moment
allow that any harm had befallen him, but she imagined
this absence to be a formal defiance of her authority.
Such a revolt was not to be overlooked. In Mrs. De
Witt's opinion no man was able to stand alone, he must fall
under female government or go to the dogs. Deliberate
bachelors were, in her estimation, God-forsaken beings,
always in scrapes, past redemption. She had ruled her
husband, and he had submitted with a meekness that
ought to have inherited the earth. George had been

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always docile. She had bon.'d doeility into him with
her tongue, and hamniered it into him with her fist.

The idea came suddenly on her, — What if he had
gone to the war schooner and enlisted ? but was dis-
missed as speedily as impossible. Tales of ill-treatment
in the Xavy were rife among the shoremen. The pay
was too small to entice a youth who owned a vessel, a
billyboy, and oyster pans. He might do well in his
trade, he must fare miserably in the Navy. Captain
MacPherson had indeed invited George and others to
follow him, but not one had volunteered.

She determined at last, in her impatience, to visit
Red Hall, and for that piu-pose she got into the boat.
jNIrs. De Witt was able to row as well as a man.
She did not start for Red Hall without reluctance.
She had not been there since her marriage, kept away
by her resentment. Elijah had made no overtures to
her for reconciliation, had never invited her to revisit
her native place, and her pride prevented her from
makinof first advances. She had been cut off bv her
father, the family had kept aloof from her, and this
had rankled in her heart. True, Elijah's fat! i or and
mother were dead, and he was not mixed up in the
first contentions ; but he had inherited money which
she considered ougbt to have fallen to her.

She was, however, anxious to see the old place
again. Her young life there had not been happy ;
quite the reverse, for her father had been brutal, and
her mother Calvinistic and sour. Yet Red Hall was,
after all, her old home ; its mar^shes were tlie first land-
scape on which her eyes had opened, its daisies had
made her first necklaces, its bulrushes her first whips,

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its sea-wall the bouiKlary of her childish workl. It
was a yearning for a wider, less level world, which had
driven her in a rash moment into the arms of Moses
De Witt.

The tide was out, so Mrs. De Witt was obliged to
land at the point near (he windmill. She walked thence
on the sea-wall. She kuew that wall well, fragrant w?th
sovereign wood in summer, ar.J rank with sea spinach.
The aster blooming time was past, and the violet
petals had fallen ulf, leaving only the yellow contres.

There, before her, like a stranded ark, was the old
red house, unaltered, lonely, without a bush or tree to
screen it.

. The cattle stood browsing in the pasture as of old.
In the marsh was a pond, a flight of wild fowl was
wheeling round it, as in the autumns long ago. There
was the little creek where her punt had lain, the punt
in which she had been sometimes sejit to ^lersea to buy
groceries for her mother.

The hard crust about the heart of i\Irs. De \A'itt
began to break, and the warm feeling within to ouze
through. Grentler sentiments began to prevail. Slie
would not take her son by the ears and bang his head,
if she should tiud him at Red Hall. She would forgive
him in a Christian spirit, and grant his dismissal with
an innocuous curse.

She walked straight into the house. Elijah wjis
crouched in his leather chair, with his head on one side,
asleep. She stood over him and contem])lated his un-
attractive face in silence, till he suddenly started, and
exclaimed, 'Who is here ? Who is this ?'

Kexl moment he had recognised hia visitor.

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* So you are come, Aunt. You hnve not honoured
me Lifore. Will you have seme whisky ? '

'Thank you, Elijah, thank you. I am dry with
rowing. But how come you to be asleep at this time
of day ? Were you out after ducks last night ? '

' No, I was not out. I lay abed. I went to bed early.*

* Elijah, where is my sou ? '

He started, and looktil at her suspiciously.

* How am I to know ? '

' I cannot find him anywhere,' said the mother. * I
fear the boy has levanted. I may have been a little
rough with him, but it was for his good. You cannot
clean a deck with whiting, you must take holystone to
the boards, and it is so with children. If you are
not hard, you get off no edges, if you want to polisli
them, you must be gritty yourself. I doubt the boy
is off.'

< What makes you think so ? '

* T have not seen him. Nobody at Mersea has geen
him. Have you ? '

' Not since last night.*

' You saV him then ? '

' Yes, he was on the beach going to Mehalah.*

' Galiwanting ! ' exclaimed Mrs. De Witt. ' Oh,
what wickedness comes of galiwanting!' Then, re-
covering herself, * But how could he get there ? His
boat was left on the Hard I '

* I suppose he went by land. He said something to
that effect. You see the tide would have been out if
he purposed to stay some time.'

' But what should make him go to the Kay ? He
had seen Mehalah on his boat.'

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*He said there had been a quarrel, and he was Ix'ut
on making it up. Go and look for hino on the Ray.
If he is not back on your boat already, you will find
him, or hear of him, there.'

*0h, the worries to parents that come of galiwant-
ingl' moaned Mia. De Witt, 'none who have not
experienced can tell. Do not stay me, Elijah. Dear
sackalive ; I must go home. I dare say the boy is now
on the "Pandora," trying to look innocent.* She
rubbed her hands, and her eyes glistened. * By cock I '
she excluimed, *I would nut be he.' She was out of
the room, without a farewell to her nephew, down the
steps, away over the flat to the sea-wall and her boat,
her heart palpitating with anger.

It was late in the afternoon before Mrs. De Witt
got back to Mersea. She ascended her ladder and
unlocked the hatches. She looked about her. No
Greorge was on deck. She returned to the shore and
renewed her enquiries. He had not been seen. No
doubt he was still galivanting at the Kay. The un-
certainty became unendurable. She jumped into her
boat once more, and rowed to the island inhabited by
Glory and her mother.

With her nose high in the air, her cap-frills quiver-
ing, she stepped out of the skiff. She had donned her
military coat, to add to her imposing and threatening
aspect.

The door of the house was open. She stood still
and listened. She did not hear George's voice. She
waited ; she saw Mehalah moving in the room. Once
the girl looked at her, but there was neither recognition
nor lustre in her eyes. Mrs. De Witt made a motion

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towiiids lier, but Glory did not move to meet her in
return.

As she stepped over the threshold, Mrs. Sharlnud,
who was seated by tlie fire, turned and obi^erved lier.
The widow rose at once with a look of distress in lier
face, and advanced towards her, holding out her hand.

* Where is Greorge ? ' asked Mrs. l)e Witt, ignoring
the outstretched palm, in a hard, impatient tone.

* George I' echoed Mehalah, standing still, * George
is dead.'

'What nonsense!' said Mrs. De Witt, catching the
girl by the shoulder and shakiiig her.

' I saw him. He is dead.' She quivered like an
nspen.

Tlie blood had eby)ed behind her brown skin. Her
eyes looked in INIrs. De Witt's face with a flash of agony
in them.

* He came and looked in at the window at me, and
cast me back the keepsake I had given him, and which
he swore not to part vpith while life lasted.'

'Dear sackalive!' exclaimed Mrs. De Witt; * the
girl is dreaming or demented. What is the meaning ot
all this, Mistress Sharland ? '

* Last night,' explaine'\ the widow, * as ]M''halah w;is
sitting here in the dark, some one came to the window,
stove it in — look how the lead is torn, and the glass
fallen out — and cast at the feet of Mchidah a medal she
had given George on Thursday. She thinks,' added the
old woman in a subdued tone, * that what she saw was
bis spirit.*

Mrs. De Witt was awed. She was not a woman
without superstition, but she was not one to allow a

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ETipornatural intervention till all [)ossi])le pi'Dsaic ex-
piaiiiitions liad b(3en exhausted.

* Is this Gospel truth ? ' she asked.

* It is true,' answered the widow.

* Did you see the face, Glory ? Are yon sure that
what you saw was George ? '

* T did not see the fade. T s iw only the fi^u-e.
T'lit it was George. It could have lieen no other, lie
ulone had the medal, and he brought it back to me.'

* You see,' explained the widow Sharland, * tne coin
was an heirloom; it might not go out of the f;iniily.'

* I see it all,' exclaimed ^Irs. De Witt. * Galiwant-
ing again I He came to return the keepsake to Mehalah,
because he wanted to break with her and take on with
another.*

* No, never I ' exclaimed INIehalah vehemently. * lie
could not d") it. He was as true to me as I am to him.
I[e could not do it. He came to tell me that all was
over.'

'Dear sackalivel' said Mrs. De Witt, 'you don't
know men as T do. You have had no more experience
of them than you have of kangaroos. I will not believe
he is dead.'

' He is dead,' Mehalah burst forth with fierce
velirmence. 'He is drowned, he is not false. He is
dead, he is dead.'

' I know better,' said Mrs. De Witt in a low tone to
Ix'rself as she bit her thumb. 'That boy is galiwant-
iug somewhere ; the only question to me is Where. By
cock I rd give a penny to know.*

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CHAPTER IX.

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IN MOURNING.

A MONTH passed, and no tidings whatever of George
I)e Witt had reached his mother or Mehalah. The
former constantly expected news of her son. She would
not believe in his death, and was encouraged in her
opinion' by Isaac Mead. But Mehalah had never enter-
tained hope ; she did not look for news, she knew that
George was drowned.

His body had not been found. His disappearance
had been altogether mysterious. Mrs. De Witt used
every effort to trace him, but failed. From the moment
the door of the Mussets had closed upon him, no one
had seen him. With the closing of that door the record
of his life had closed. He had passed as completely
beyond pursuit as though he had passed through the
gate of death.

There was but one possible way of accounting for his
disappearance, and it was that at which public opinion
arrived. He had gone round by the Strood fromMersea
to reach the Ray, which was on that side accessible, but
with difficulty, and occasionally only by land, had lost
his way among the saltmarshes in the night, had fallen
into one of the myriad creeks that traverse this desolate
region, and had been engulfed in the ooze. The sea will
give up her dead after a storm and with the tide, but
the slime of the marshes never.

Mehalah made no attempt to account for the dis-
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was lost t3 her for ever. But bis mother made enquiries
when sellinj^ shrimps along the Colchester road, and on
tlie island. He had nowhere been seen. He had not
visited the Rose.

It was Elijah Rebow who finally brought Mrs. De
Witt to admit tlmt her son wa^-, entirely lost to lier.

He visited ner in November, She was surprised
and pleased to see him. Since the disappearance of
George, Mrs. De Witt had taken more vigorously than
before to grog. Her feelings needed solace, and she
found it in her glass. Perhaps the presence of George had
acted as a restraint on his mother. She had not wished
him to suppose her a habitual tippler. Her libations
had been performed when he was away, or under the
excuse of stomachics. On the subject of ter internal
arrangements, discomforts, and requirements, Mrs. De
Witt had afforded her son information more copious
than interesting. Her digestion sympathised with all
the convulsions then shaking Europe. Revolutions were
brought about there by the most ordinary edibles, and
were always to be reduced by spirituous drinkables.

The topic of her internal economy, when introduced
by Mrs. De Witt, always prefaced a resolve to try a drop
of cordial. Now that George was gone, Mrs. De Witt
brooded over her loss at home, stirring her glass as if it
were the mud of the marshes, and she hoped to turn
George up out of the syrup of the dissolving sugar.

Mrs. De Witt had laid aside her red coat, as inap-
propriate to her forlorn condition. The montli of
October had seen a sad deterioration in the mistress of
the « Pandora.' Her funds had been fast ebbing. The
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tained fresb excuse for deep potations. There were fish
in the sea to be caught, but he that had netted tl^ein
was now under the mud. Things could not go on thus
for ever.

Mrs. De Witt was musing despondingly over her
desperate position, when Elijah appeared above the
liatchway and descended to the cabin.

Mrs. De Witt had stuck a black bow in her mob
cap, as a sym])ol of her woe. She hardly needed to
hang out the flag, for her whole face and figure be-
tokened distress. It cannot be said that her maternal
bowels yearned after her son out of love for him so much
as out of solicitude for herself. She naturally griovptl
for her * poor boy,' but her grief for him was largely
tinctured with anxiety for her own future. How should
she live ? On what subsist ? She had her husbaud's
old hull as a home, and a fishing smack, and a row-
ing boat. There was some money in the box, but not
much . * There's been no wasteful outlay over a burying,'
said Mrs. De Witt. * That is a good job.'

But, as already said, Mrs. De Witt only yielded
reluctantly to the opinion that her boy was drowned.
She held resolutely in public to this view for reasons
she confided to herself over her rum. * It is no use
dropping a pint of money in dragging for the body, and
burying it when you've got it. To my notion that it--
laying out five pound to have the satisfaction of spend-
ing another five. George was a gentleman,* she said
with pride. ' If he was to go from his pore mother, he
went as cheap from her as a lad could do it.'

Another reason why she refused to believe in his
death was characteristic of the illogicality of her uex.

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This slie announced to Rebow. * You have it in a mil-
hliell. How can the poor boy be drowned ? For, if kg,
what is to become of me, and I a widow ? '

'Mrs. De Witt,' said Rebow, helping himself to
some rum, 'you may as well make your mind easy on
tliis point. If George be not dead where can he be ? '

' That I do not take on myself to 3ay.'

* He is nowhere on Mersea, is he ? *

* Certainly not.'

* He did not go along the Colchester road beyono'
the Strood ? '

' No, or I should have heard of him.

* Moreover, he told me he purposed going to the Ray.'

* To be sure he did.'

* And he never reached the Ray.'

* No, for certain.*

* Then it is obvious he must have been lost between
Mersea and the Rav.'

* There is something in what you say, Elijah ; there
is what we may term argument in it.'

* There was a reason why he shoidd go to the Ray.'
' I suppose there was.'

* He had quarrelled with Glory, and desired to make
it up that night.'

* I know there had been a squall.'

' Then do not flatter yourself with false hopes.
George is gone past recall; you and Glory must give
him up for ever.'

Mrs. De Witt shook her head, wiped her eyes with
the frill of her cap, looked sorrowfully into her glass
and said, * Pore me I '

* You are poor indeed,' said Elijah, * but how poor 1

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Hiitipect rather tliaii know. What have you got to live
upon ? '

* That is just it,' answered Mrs. De Witt ; ' my lieacl
lias been like the Swin light, a rewolving and a rewolvi^.J^
But there is this difference, the Swin rewolves first light
and then dark alternately, whereas in my head there
has been naught rewolving but warious degrees of
darkness.'

' What do you propose doing ? '

* Well, I have an idea.' Mrs. De Witt hitched her
chair nearer to her nephew, and breathed her idea and
her spirit together into his ear, ' I think I shall
marry.'

tYou 1'

' Yes, I. Why not? There is the billyboy running
to waste, rotting for want of use, crying out for a
master to take her out fishing. There are as many fisher-
boys on shore as there are sharks in the ocean, ready to
snap Jne up were I flung to them. I have felt them.
They have been a-nibbling round me already. Consider,
Elijah I there is the " Pandora," good as a palace for a
home, and the billyboy and the boat, and the nets, and
the oyster garden, and then there is my experience to
be thrown in gratis, and above all,' she raised lierself,
' there is my person.'

Kebow laughed contemptuously.

' What have these boys of their own ? ' asked Mrs.
De Witt, laying down the proposition with her spoon.
* They have nothing, no more than the sea-cobs. They
have naught to do but swoop down on whatever they
can see, sprats, smelt, mullet, whiting., dabs, and when
there is naught else, winkles. Their thoughts do not

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rise that proudly to me, and 1 iiiiisl stoop to tlicm. I
tell you what, "Elijah, if I was to be raffled for, at
a shilling a ticket, there would be that run among
the boys for me, that I could make a fortune. But
I won't demean myself to that. I shall choose tlie
stoutest and healtliiest among them, then I can send
Iiim out fishing, and he can earn me money, as did
George, and so I shall be able to enjoy ease, if not
opulence.'

' But suppose the lads decline the honour.'

'I should like to see the impertinence of the lad
that did,' .said Mrs. De Witt firmly. ^ I have had
experience with men, and I know them in and out that
familiarly that I could find my way about their brains
or heart, as you would about your marslies, in the dark.
No, Elijah, the question is not will they have me, but
whether I will be bothered with any more of the
creatures. I will not unless I can help it. I will not
unless the worst comes to the worst. But a woman
mu*it live, Elijah.'

' How much have you got for current expenses ? '

'Only a few pounds.'

' There are five and twenty pounds owed you by
the Sharlands. You are not going to let them have it
as a present ? '

' No, certain, I am not.'

' Do you expect to get it by waiting for it ? '

' To tell you the truth, Elijah, I hadn't given tliat
five and twenty pounds a thought. I will go over to
the Ray and claim the money.'

' You will not get it.'

* I must have it.'

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* They can not p()ssn)ly pay.*

' But they shall pay. I want and will have ray
money.'

* MehaLah will pretend that George gave her the
money.'

' No, she will not. She acknowledged the debt to
me before George's face. She promised repayment as
soon as she had sufficient.'

* If you do not seize on their goods, or pume of
them, you will never see the colour of the coin again.'

' I must and will have it.'

* Tlien follow my advice. Put in an execution. I
will lend you my men. All you have to do is to give
notice on this island wlion tlie sale is to be, get together
KuflBcient to bid and buy, and you have your money.
You must have an auction.'

* Can I do so, Elijah ? '

' Of course you can. Gro over to the Ray at once
and demand your money. If tliey decline to pay, allow
them a wreck's grace, mc- , if you like. I'll go witli
you, when the sale is to take place, and perhaps bid.
We will have a Dutch auction.'

' By cock I I'll do it. I will go there riglit on end.'
At once, with her natural impetuosity, the old
woman started. Before departing, however, to heighten
her importance, and give authority and sternness to her
appearance, she donned her red coat. In token of
mourning she wrapped a black rag roTtnd her left arm.
Over her cap she put a broad-brimmed battered straw
hat, in front of which she affixed with a hair-pin the
large black bow that had figured on her cap. Thus
arrayed she entered her boat and rowed to the Kay,

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The demand for the money filled Mrs. Sharlaud
mth dismay. It was a demand as unexpected as it was
embarrassing. She and Mehalali were absolutely with-
out the means of discharging the debt. They bad,
indeed, a few pounds by them, which had been intended
to serve to carry them through the winter, and thesti
they oiTered Mrs. De Witt, but she refused to receive
a portion on account wlien she wanted the whole of the
debt.

Mrs. Sharland entreated delay till spring, but .Airs.
De Witt was inexorable. Slie would allow no longer
than a week. She departed, declaring that she would
sell them up, unless the five and twenty pounds were
produced.

Since the death or disappearance of George De
Witt, iSIehalah had gone about her usual work in a
mechanical manner. She was in mourning also. But
she did not exhibit it by a black bow on her cap or a
sable rag round her arm, like the mother of the lost
lad. She still wore her red cap, crimson kerchief and
blue jersey. But the lustre was gone from her eyes,
the bloom from her cheek, animation from her lips.
There was no spring in her step, no lightness in her
tone. The cow was milked as regularly as usual, and
foddered as attentively as before. The house was kept
as scrupulously clean, Mrs. Sharland ministered to with
the same assiduity, but the imperiousness of Mehalah'a
nature had gone. The widow found to her astonish-
ment that she was allowed to direct what was to be
done, and that her daughter submitted without an
o))jection.

It ifl the way with strong natures to allow their

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pnets no expression, to hide their sorrows and mask
their wounds. Gk)ry did not speak of G(H)rgc. Siie
did not weep. She made no himentation over liis loss ;
more wonderful still in her motlier's eyes, slie uttered
no reproaches aj^ainst anyone for it. A weak nature
always exhausts its troubles in reproaches of others ; a
strong one eats out its own heart. Mehalah listened
with a dull ear to her mother's murmurs, and made
no response. Mrs. Sharland set her down as unfeeliii*?.
A feeble querulous woman like her was quite unable to
measure the depth of her daughter's heart, and under-
stand its working. The result was that she read them
wrong, and took false soundings.

When her mother was in bed and asleep, then
Mehalah sat at the hearth, or leaned at the window
looking at the stars, liour by hour, immovable, uttering
no sound, not building castles in the clouds, not weaving
any schemes for her future, not hoping for anything,
not imagining anything, ])ut exhaling her pain. As
the turned earth after the plough may be seen in a
sudden frost to smoke, so was it with that wounded
heart, it smoked, gave up its fever heat, and in silence
and solitude cooled. There was something, which yet
was no thing^ to which her weary soul stretched, in dim
unconsciousness. There was a communing without
words, even without the thoughts which form into
words, with that Unseen which is yet so surely felt.
It was the spirit — that infinite essence so mysteriously
enclftsed within bounds, in strange contradiction to its
nature, asserting its nature and yearning for Infinity.

The human heart in suffering is like the parched
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see beyond the cloud tliat Hea low over it, then it muHt
liarbour its heat, and g;ipe with fever. Hut, should a
rent appear in the earthborn vaporous veil, througli
which it can look into unfathomable space, at once it
radiates the ardour that consumes it, casts off the fever
that consumes it, and drinks in, and is slaked by, the
dew of heaven.

CHAPTER X.

KTRUCK C0L0UU8.

Wo!\rAN is the natural enemy of woman. When one
woman is over thirty or plain, and the other is young
or Ix^autiful, the enmity on one side is implacable and
unqualified by mercy. A woman can be heroically
self-sacrificing and behave with magnificent generosity
towards man, but not towards one of her ow sex.
She is like the pillar that accompanied the Israelites
and confounded the Egyptians ; she is cloud and dark-
ness to these, but light and fire to those. She will
remorselessly pursue, and vindictively torment a sister
who offends by having a better profile and less age.
No act of submission will blunt her spite, no deed of
kindness sponge up her venom. There is but one
unpardonable sin in the sight of Heaven ;^here are
two in the eyes of a middle-aged woman, youth
and beauty. She is unconscious of fatigiie in tlie
pursuit, and without compunction in the treatment of
the member of her sex who has sinned against her in
one particular or other. The eternal laws of justice,
the elementary principles of virtue, are set aside as

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inanproptiMtc to iho wtuld of womon. Orn«M*nsHv,
o)»ari<y, pity avo imUtiown miunliticH in llu* IVMnimuo
(M]uatioii. Ah tho Koinan Ivtiuit wisliod ihni innukiu(i
)»a«l but ouo iKH'k which he nii^ht haok Ihrouj^h, so
woman would like that womankind had but one nos«»
wliioh pho might put out of joint. Kvery wonuui in a
kill-joy to every oilier wom;\n,a diseovl in the univiTHal
harmony. Her ideal world ia that of the been, in
which there is l)\it one (pieen, and all other shcH are
.•<tnng to death. Kve was the only womar wh(» tislod
of happiness unalloyed, because in Kden iho had no
sisters.

The iixm maid of Nuremberg was sweet and smiling
externally, but a touch revealed the interior bristling
with spikes, and the victim thrust into Ium- embrace
was only releajsed a corpse to drop into an <n(blu'(U\
All women are Nuremberg maidens, with more or
fewer spikes, discovered perhaps by husbands, unsus-
pected by the re^^t of men, but known to all other
women, who are scarred from their embraces.

Mehalah knew that no leniency was to bo looked
for in Mrs. De Witt. She thought that lady exception-
ally rigorous and exacting ; she thought so because she
knew nothing of the world. Her mother spent her
breath in repinings that could not help, and in hopes
which mifet be frustrated. The extremity of th^
danger roused Mehalah from her dreams. There was
no pity to* be expected from the creditor, and there
was no means that she could see of defrapng the debt.
She considered and tried to find some road out of the
difficulty, but could discover none. Now more than
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who wuH gori<*. Tln'i«i wjih uolliiii}^ on Mm* fiiirn tin';
could !»(> Hold witJioiit li'iiviii|r (hoiii deHtituto ot iiif-uiiii
of currying it on and ddijiyinfj tlin iwxi lmlf-y»inr*ir
rent. Tlio cow, IIkmjwoh, Injr boat, wero neceHHary to
tlititn. The furniture in the huuHe wuh of litthi vulur,
and it was impoHnible for lior to trauHport it to Col-
chcHter for Hale.

She Bat think inf( of the nituation one evening over
the fire op[>0Hit() h((r mother, wiMiout uttering u word.
tier InuulHwith her knitting needleH li^y in her lap ; hiw
oould not work, HJie waH too fully engroHWMl in the curen
which pressed on her.

I'reHently her motlier rouHed her from her reverie, by
Haying, * There is no help for it, Melialuh, you miiHt g«)
to Wyvenhoe, and find out my couHin, CharleH Petticaii.
He is my only rolative left ; — at leant aw far aw I know,
and him I have not seen for fifteen or six teen yearn. I
do not even know if he be yet alive. We haven't had
a cliance of meeting. I go nowhere, I am impriKoncd
on this island, and he is cut off from uh by tli<; rivt r
Colne. I see no way out of our troid)le but that of
borrowing money from him. He was a kind-hearted
lively fellow when young, but what he is now that he is
old I cannot tell. You must go and try what you can
do with him. He is well off, and would not miss twenty
pounds more than twenty pence.'

Mehalah greatly disliked the idea of gomg to a
stranger, to one who, though a connection, was quite
unknown to her, and begging a loan of him. It galled
her pride and wounded her independence. It lowered
her in her own eyes. She would rather have worked her
fingers to the bone than so stoop, but no work of hers

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nllo^rllirr so inl<>l<MMMo (o her, (l;al hIio r«Mij;|i(, iij^jiiust.
it as long as slu' oomM. SI)o woultl In rs«»ll' t'limriilly
Imvo jjfono out of Ium* homo aiul loll (ho farm ra(hor (hnii
*lo thin, hut sho was oMi^rd to ootisi«lor h(M" luolhor.
Slio yiohi<Hl at h\M most n'luolaully; ami willi (oars of
inortilio;»(ion lilHii^ hor oy«'s, and \wy cIum^Uh buniiii^
with sluuno, slu» tlu'ow asith' \\o\ ousttunary oostuino, atul
drossotl luMsidf in «lark bhio c\oih j^own, whilo i<(»rolii<«f,
ami a bonuot, aiui took h(r way to NVvvonho(». Sho had
to walk s«>mo 80v<m» milos. Il(>r road \od hov to (Ih» (op
of lugli jj^round ovorlookinj^ (lu» niou(i» of (lio (^>b)o.

Tlio bhio wa(<M' was do((od wi(h nails. H(»yond (hp
rivor on a hoight roso from above iret»8 \ho lof(y (ower
of nrijjbtlinj^(^a. Up a windinjjf oro«>k sho looked, an«i
«( (ho head oonld disdn^tiish ilu^ gr(\v pi'iory of St.
Osvth, thon tho soat of (ho Karl of Koohford, a( (ho
on(ranoo to a noblo park. She dosoendtMl (he hill, and
by a ferry crossed the river (o the villaj^i* of Wyvenho(»,

On her walk she had mused over wha( she should say
to Mr. Charles Pettioan, without eominj;- to any d(^t(M-
mination. Her mother had let fall some hints that her
cousin had once been her fond admirer, but that, they
bad been parteti by cruel parents. Mrs. Sharland's
rtMniniscences were rather vaoue, and not much reliance
could be placed on them ; however, INIehalah hoped there
might be some truth in this, and that old recoUectiona
might l)e stirred in the breast of Mr. Pettican, and
stimulate him to generosity. The river was full of
boats, and on the landing were a number of people.
' We're lively to-day,' said the ferryman who put her
over, * the regatta is ou. It is late this season, but what

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wiMi otu* lliiiig and iiiioMicr, wh coiiiilit'l' linvt- it «>uilifir
JIM wiiy.'

'Will Mr. I'rMlcim Ik« Hioir?*

• Lnr lilrMH yoii, iiu,' iiiiHwrrrfl Hip rrmn, * <liat'H iin-
poHHildc'

(iiory hhUjuI IwM" wjiy \,i* fJui hoimrs <»f her rnotln-i'M
iMuiMitj. Il»« NvjiH, or nilli^r had lirm, a HliiphiiiUU'r.
Il(> occupied a littjp (M>rnpn<;( woodon lioimc painied
while, cm llmonlskirtH of tlHM'iila^o. It wan a jiImmtI'mI
pliKM'. Tho HJiiiMrrH wcro after th»^ Kr<Tnjh faHhion, i-x-
tenial, and painird rmrndd jjjreon. The roof waH iih'fj
and looked very red, jiMthon|rli red oehred every inornin;,'
by the houKeinaid after Hhe had pifjeeiayed the wuIIm.
Over the door <d'tlu^ liouHe wan a halcony with elahorate
iron haluHtrad<iH f^ilf ; a^ainnt these leaned t,wo fij^nre-
headn, feTnalen, with very pitik and white (rornpIexionH,
and no expresnion in their fa* <.

Tliere waw a sanch^d path h'd from the pfate to tlie
d(»or, and tlicre were t.wo /^reen patehes of tnrf, one on
each Hide of it. fn the c<'ntre of that on the left was
another f];j;nre-liend — a iMediiHfi witli flying Herpenl lockn,
but with a face aw pasnionleHH and ordinary as that of a
inillin(M''H block. In the midst of the otiier plot, rone a
mast. On this day, when all Wyvenhoe was ea jkc, a
\\'i\\* ought properly to be tlyinfj^ from the mast. Iwery
other in the village and on the water was adorned with
itH bunting, lait that of Mr. Pettican aloru* ignored th(5
festival.

AsMehalah ascended the walk, a gull with its wings
clipped uttered a tierce scream, and rushing across the
garden with outspread pinions, dashed at her foot \s\A\
his sharp l)oak, and then falling })ack, threw out Iuh

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l>rtust, elovnfod his bill, and biokointoalong Huocossfon
of di^oovdant yolls, whoo|)(^, and {.ndps.

At lh(» same nicmont ono pane in the window on the
right of (ho door opened, a little dry face peered throngh
and nodded.

* If yon're goin^ to knock, don*t. Come in, and
iunk<« no noise about it. it's very kind. She's out.'

The gidl made a s(»eond assault at Mehalah's foot.

* Kick him,' said tlie face ; • don't fear you will hurt
him. He in a8 good as a watch dog. Open the door,
and when you are in (he hall turn to the right-hand.'

Then the pane was slaunned to, and A Icihahdi turned
the handle of the front door. She found herself in a
narr(>w passage wi(h a (light of very steep stairs be(oii"
her, und a door on each hand. Over eacli of these on
a bracket st-iod a ship fully rigged, with all her sai! on.

(She entered the room on the right as directed, and
fouud herself in a little parlour with very white walls,
and portraits of shi[)s, some in worsted WH>rk on canvas,
othei-a painted in oils, others again ih wa(er-colourH,
covering the walls.

In the window, half sat, half reclined, an old man,
with a scrubby grey head, a pair of very lively eyes,
but with a trembling feeble mo\ith.

He wore very high shirt-collars, exceedingly stiff, and
thick folds of black silk round his neck. His blue coat
bad a high black velvet collar. The little man seemed
to draw his head in beiweea his blinkers and beneath
his coat-collar, and lose his face in his cravat, then at
w?U to project his head from them, as though he were a
tortoise retiring into or emerging from his slicll. -

As Glory cume in, the little wizened fuce was scare©

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pfTccptible, pave that the hii^lit eyes p«'^{»fMl and
twinkled at her frnin Hoinewhere in a chaoH of hlaek
velvet, blue cloth, white linen, and black nilk ; then all
at once the head sliot forward, and a cluiery voice Haid,
' 1 can't rise to meet you, Mary,' he made at the gaiiio
time a salutation with his hand, * or I would throw my-
h«*lf at your feet. Olud to Hee you. How are you, J>i/'/y,
my dear.'

*My name iw neither Mary nor Tiizzy, hut M<;halah.'

* Let it he M(jthuHelah or Mc-lchiHcdek, or wliat you
like, it iu all one to me. 1 don't care for the name you
give a '.vino when it is good, I drink it and nmack my
lips, whether you call it Port, or Tarragona, or RouHsillon ;
and I doa*t bother about a girl'H name. If nhe iH Hweet
and Bunny, anci bright and pretty as ' — he made a little
bow and a great Hourish of his hand as a Halute — *a3
you are, I Hee her and liHten to her, and admire her.*

* My name's '

* I have told you it don't matter. I never yet met
with a girl's name that svarsu't pretty, except one, and 1
thought that pretty once.'

* What name ? '
' Admonition.*

♦Why do you not like it?'

The little man looked out of the window, along th^»
walls, then turned his head round and sighed. * Never
mind. Do you see that figure-head out there ? If
belonged to a wessel I built; she was called the
*Medui5a." Bad luck attended her. She was always
fouling other wessels. She ran down a Frenchman once,
but that was no matter, and she did the same by a
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1 was forced to change her head and her nnme, hut then
she frircd wonse than beforr Changing their names don*t
always mend wessels and women. Well 1 ' with another
sigh, * we will leave unpleasant topics, and laugh and be
jolly while we may. You haven't told me how you are.
This is very kind of you to drop in on me. It is like
old times ; my halcyon days, as I think they call 'em.
I haven't had such a wisit since,' he waved towards his
flagstaff, * since I lowered my flag.'

' But, sir,' said Mehalah, * you must let me explain
my purpose in coming here ; and to do that, I must
tell you who I am, and whence I come.'

' I don't want to hear it. I don't care a bit about
it. Be jolly and gather the rosebuds while you may.
She ain't out for long, and we must be joyful at such
opportunities as are afforded us. I know as well as you
do why you have come. You have come in the good-
ness of your female heart to cheer a poor crippled wretch
like me.'

* I did not know you were a cripple, sir ! *

* You didn't. Give me my crutches. Look at this.'
He placed his crutches under his arms, swung himself
dexterously off his chair, and stumped round the room,
dragging his lower limbs behind him, as though they
did not belong to him. They were lifeless. When he
returned to his seat he threw himself down. *Now,
Jemima, put up my legs on that chair. I can't stir
them myself. I couldn't raise them an inch if you was
to promise me a kiss for my pains. There, thank ye ;
now sit down and be jolly.'

' Sir,' said Mehalah, * you remember my mother,
Mistress Sharland,'

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*What I Liddy Vince, pretty cousin Liddy ! I sliould
think I did remember her. Why, it is only the other
day that she married.'

' I am her daughter, and my age is nineteen.*

* I haven't seen her for — well, never mind liow many
years. Years don't tell on a man as they do on a
Woman ; they mellow him, bnt wither her. So you are
her daughter, are you ? Stand round there by my feet
wliere I can see you.'

He drew his head down among his clothes and peered
at her from between his tall white collars. ' You are an
uncommon fine girl,' lie said, when his observation was
completed, ' but not a bit like Liddy. You are more
like her mother — she was the deuce of a splendid woman,

such eyes, such hair — but she was a ' he hesitated,

his courtesy forbade his saying what rose to the tongue

* A gipsy ; ' Mehalah supplied the words.

' Well, she was, but she couldn't help it, you know.
But that is not what I was about to say. I intended
to observe that she was a — little before my time. She
was old when I knew her, but I've heard what a beauty
she was, and her eyes always remained large and noble,
and her hair luxuriant. But women don't improve with
age as does good port, and as do men. Well, now, tell
me your name.'

« Mehalah.'

* A regular E^sex marshland name. I hop^^ 1 shall ro-
member it. But I have to carry so many names of nice-
looking girls in my head, and of ships I have built, that
they run one another down, and I cannot be sure to re-
call them. My memory is not going. Don't suppose
that. Why, bless your dear heart, I can remember

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everything your mother and I said to one another when
we were sweet upon each other. That don't look like a
failing memory, does it ? But you see, as we go on in
life, every day brings something more to remember, and
BO this head gets choke full. A babe a year old has
some three hundred and sixty-five things to recollect,
that is if he remembers only one thing per diem, and a
man of fifty has over eighteen million of things stuffed
away in this little warehouse,' tapping his head ; * so he
has to rummage and rout before he can find the parti-
cular article he wants. His memory don't go with age,
but gets overchoked. Now, to change the topic, why
haven't you been to see me before ? '

* Sir ! I could not. I did not know you, and you
live a long way from the Ray. Mother cannot walk so far.*

* And I can't neither, but not from age but from
accident. So yom* mother can't walk a matter of seven
miles. Dear me ! How women do deteriorate either
with age or with marriage I I could ; I would think
nothing of it but for my accident. Now tell me what
has brought you here, Mehalaleel ? '

* I have come,' answered Mehalah, looking down,
'because driven by necessity to apply to you, as our
only relative.'

' Bless my soul I Want my help I How ? I wish
r could as easily apply for yours. My dear girl, I am
past lielp. I've hauled down my flag. All is up with
me. I'm drawn up on the mud and put to auction.
They are breaking me up. Tell your mother so. Tell
'ler that time was — but let bygones be bygones. How
is she looking ? Are the roses altogether faded ? *

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* She is very feeble and sutferiDg. She is greatly
afflicted with ague.'

* She had it as a girl. One day as I was courting
her and wispering pretty things in her ear, she was goiu
to blush and smile, when all at once the fit of shivers
came on her, and she could do nought but chatter hei-
teeth and turn green and stream with cold sweat. So
she is very feeble, is she ? '

' She is weak and ailing.*

* Women never do improve, like men, by ripening,*
said Mr. Pettican. 'Cfirls are angels up to one and
twenty, some a little bit later, b\jt after that they
deteriorate and liecome old cats. They are roses up to
marriage and after that are hips, with hard red skin^?
outside and choke and roughness within. Men are
quite the reverse. They are louts to twenty-five, as un-
formed in body as young colts, and in mind as young
owls ; after that they begin to ripen, and the older they
get the better th«y grow. A man is like a medlar, only
worth eating when rotten. A young man is raw and
hard and indigestible, but a man of forty is full of juice
and sweetness. Now don't tell your mother what I have
iaid about old women.'

* I will not.'

* Sit ye down, sit ye down, and be jolly. "Don't
stand. It does not fare to be comfortable.'

* Sir, I must mention the object of this visit.'

*A11 in good time. But first let us be jolly. Give
me some fun, I haven't had any since — since,' he pointed
sadly to his flagless staff and shook his head. * It is all
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mirth shoots athwart my gloomy sky. But that is
rarely the case now.*

* Thank you, sir,' said Mehalah, taking a chair.
* Now to the point.*

* First be jolly. I have enough of mouths drawn
down at the corners — but never mind now. Begone
dull care, thou canker. Come I I should like youi
mother to know all about me. You will tell her how
young I am looking. You will say that I would be
sure to come tripping over to see her but for my
accident.*

' I will tell hef how I have seen you.*

* You needn't dwell on the crutches ; but she knows,
she has heard of that affliction of mine, it was the talk
of the county, thousands of tender hearts beat in
sympathy with me. My accident is one of long standing.
[ won't say when it happened. I have not a good head
for dates, but anyhow it was not quite last year, or the
year before that. It has told on me. I look older than
I really am, and yet I am hearty and well. I have sucli
an appetite. Just pull me up, dear, in the chair, and
I will tell you what T eat. I had a rasher of bacon
and a chop for breakfast, and a pewter of homebrewed
beer ; that don't look like a failing digestion, does it.
And I shall eat, — Lord bless you ! You would laugli
to see me at my dinner, I eat like a ploughbo}^ That
is not like the decay of old age attacking the witals, is
it, my pretty ? Now listen to me, and 1 will tell you
all about it. Do you chance to notice here and there
a little grey in my hair ? Just as though a few grains
of salt had dropped among black pepper ? They come
of care, dearest, not of years. I never had a grizzle()

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hair on my bf^ad till — till I struck my colours. Now I'll
tell you all about it, and you tell your mother. She will
pity me. One day in my yard I stumbled over a round
of timber and fell on my back on it, and hurt my spine,
and I've been a cripple ever since. It is a sad pity —
such a fine, strapping, manly fellow as I, in the prime
of age, to be laid by like an old condemned wessel !
Well ! here I have had to lie in my window, looking
out, and not seeing much to interest me. But the girls
of Wyvenhoe, bless their kind hearts, — they are angels
up to one and twenty — used to come to the windo\\ ,
and wish me a good day, and ask after my health, and
have pleasant little gossips, and be altogether jolly.
Next, whenever they could,, some one or two would
bring her knitting or needlework, and come in, and sit
here and spend an hour or so, talking, laughing and
making fun. That was pleasant, wasn't it? It is
wonderful what a lot those dear girls had to say for
themselves; they became quite confidential with me,
and told me all their lov.. affairs, and how matters
stood, and who their sweethearts we.'e. It was worth
while being ill and laid on one's bcck to enjoy such
society. Whenever I was dull md wanted some chat,
I sent my man to hoist the flag, and the next girl that
went by, " Ah ! " said she, " there's that poor fellow
would like my s ciety," and in she came and sat talking
with me as long as she v,'as able. Then sometimes I
liad a dish of tea brought in, or some cakes, or fruit.
It was a pleasant time. I wish it were to come over
all again. Tell your mother all this. I was quite the
pet of all the kind-hearted young folks in Y /venhoe.
Now that is over. I'll tell you about it.' He siglied

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and passed a shaking hand over his bright, twinkh'ng
eyes. * You must explain it all to your mother — Liddy
that was. You see, I don't forget htn- name. Now toU
me yours again ; it is gone from me.*

*Mchalah,'

* I'll write it down in my note-book and tlien I shall
remember it. My memory is overstocked, and it takes
me a deal of time to find in it what I want. But your
mother's name don't get buried, but lies at hand on the
top. You'll tell her so. Now about my troubles. There
was one damsel, who was called Admonition ; and she was
very particularly pleasant and attentive to me, and many
a little teasing and joking I had with her about her
ruime. She was the girl fullest of fun, she regularly
brimmed over with it, and it ran down her sides. She
was a milliner, and had to work for her living. She
had no relations and no money of her own. It is curious
what a lot of cousins she has now, mostly i*" the sea-
faring line, and all young. Then she was a' 3 ready
for a chat. She would bring her needlework and sit
with me by the hour. I thought it vastly pleasant, and
how much more pleasant it would be if she were always
l)y my side to keep me laughing and chirpy. I must
tell you that I go down some degrees when alone, — not
that my spirits fail me with age, — it is constitutional.
I was so as a boy. — Bless me I it seems to me only the
other day when I was 9> romping lout of a lad — I'm crisp
and crackly like seaweed in an East wind when I am in
female society, that is, female society up to one and
twenty — but I'm like the same seaweed in a Sou'wester
when I'm alone. One day the flag was flying, but no
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Ixf'gatta. She s;iid, unci tlio tears ciimo into her eyes,
that she was a lone girl, with no one to accompany her,
no she had come to sit with me. She tried to cheer
up and laugh, but she felt her loneliness so that my
heart was touched, and I propo^^ed and we were married.*
There ensued a long pause. Mr. Pettican looked out
of the window. * I had a queer sort of premonitory
feeling when I said, " I take thee Admonition to my
wedded wife," but it was too late then to retract. Now
the flag that has braved a thousand breezes is down.
It has not flown since that day.' "

* Where is Mrs. Pettican now ? ' asked Mehalah.

•At the Regatta,' answered the cripple. 'You'll
tell your mother how I am situated. She will drop a

tear for poor Charlie. I will tell you what, Me ' he

lookeu at his note-book, ' Mehalah ; men fancy all girld
sultana raisins, but when they bite them they get very
hard pips between their teeth. There's a Methodist
preacher here has been haranguing on conversion, anrl
persuading Admonition that she is a new creature. I
know she is. She was converted on the day of the
marriage ceremony ; but the conversion was not some-
thing to boast of. Matrimony with women is what
jibbing is with ships, they go t>' rough a movement
of staggering and then away they start off on a tack
ch^an contrary to the co\n\se they ..ere sailing before.
Marriage, Mehalah, is like Devonshire cream ; it is very
rich and tasty, but it develops a deal of bile. Look
here, my pretty I * In a moment he was off his chair,
stumping in his crutches round the room, dragging his
paralysed limbs after him. He returned to his chair.
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the state of my case ; my hotter half ifl Admonition, the
pt)or [►aralyscMl, helpless, dead half is me.'

He did not speak for some moments, hut hrushed
his eyes with his feehli* hand. At last he said, * I've
unhurdened my soul. Tell your mother. Now go ahead,
^ind let me know what you want.'

Mehalah told Mr. Pcttican the circumstances. She
said that her mother wanted a loan of fifteen or twenty
pound's. If she could not procure the sum, she would
have her cow taken from her, then they would he unable
to pay the rent next Lady Day, and be without milk for
the winter. They would be turned out of the little
farm on which her mother had lived so lonjif, in quiet
mh\ contentment, and this would go far to break her
mother's heart. She told him candidly that the loan
could only be repaid in instalments.

The old man listened patiently, only passing hia
hand in an agitated manner across his face several
times.

* I wish I could help you,' he said, when she had
done ; ' T have money. I have laid by some. There
is plenty in the box and more at the bank, but I can't
get at it.'

•Sir!'

' Before I struck my colours, Mehalah, I did what I
liked with my m«ney ; on market days my man went
into Colchester, and I always gave him a little sum to
lay out in presents for my kind visitors. Bless you ; a
very trifle pleased them. It is different now. I don't
spend a penny myself. The money is spent for me. I
don't keep the key of my cashbox. Admonition has it.'

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Dver with us. My mother, your cousin, will in her uUl
uge be ciist destitute into the world. IJut, if you really
wish to help her, be a man, use your authority, and do
what you choose with your own.'

'Bless me!' exclaimed Mr. Pettican touching his
brow with his treml)liug hand, * I will be a man. Am
I not a man 1 If I don't exert my authority, peophi
will say I am in my dotage. I — I — in my flower and

cream of my age — in the dotage 1 Go, Me ' he

looked in his note-boolv,' Mehalah, fetch me my cashbox,
it is in the bedroom cupboard upstairs, on the riglit,
over this. Bring the box down. Stay though I Biifore
you come down just feel in my wife's old dress pocket.
She may have forgotten to take her keys with her to
the Regatta. It is just possible.'

' I cannot do that.*

*Well, no, perhaps you had better not. Do you
happen to have a bunch of keys with you ? '

* No, sir.'

' Well, never mind. Bring me the case. I will be
a man. I will show the world I am not in my dotage.
I will be of the masculine gender, dative ca.se, if it
pleases me, and Admonition may lump it if she don't
like it.'

Mehalah obeyed. She found the box, which was of
iron, brought it downstairs, and placed it on the table
by Mr. Pettican. * I've been turning the matter over
in my mind,' said he, * and I see a very happy way out
of it without a row. Give me the poker. You will
find a cold chisel in that drawer.'

' I will tell you my idea. Whilst T am left here all
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helpless condition, and have ransacked the place, found
my cashbox and broken it open.' He chuckled and
rubbed hin hands. * I sliall be able accurately to describe
the ruffians. One lias a black moustache, and the oMier
a red beard, and they look like foreigners and speak a
Dutch jargon.'

He put the chisel to the lid, and struck at it with
the poker, starting the hinges by the blow.

At that moment the door wa^* flung wide, and in
swam a dashing young woman in very gay colours, on
the arm of a yachtsman.

* Charles ! ' she cried, * what are you after ? ' then
turning abruptly on Mehalah, ' And privy what are you
doing here, in my house ? ' Mr. Pettican's head, which
had been craned forward in eagerness over the box, re-
treated amidst the collar and cravat, and almost disap-
peared.

' Who ai'e you ? ' she asked of Mehalah, with an
insulting air. • Out of this house with you at once ! '

*My dear Monie !' pleaded Mr. Pettican, lilting h\A
ehaking hands into an attitude of prayer.

' No " My dears " and " Monies ' to me,' said the
wife. 'I want to know what you are after with my
cashbox ? Ho, ho I trying to prize it open and squander
my little sums laid aside for household expenses on —
Heaven knows whom'

' Mr. Pettican is my mother's cousin,' said Me-
halah.

* Cousin, indeed I never heard Mr. Pettican speak of
you. Cousins are sure to turn up when money is
wanted.'

* Mr. Pettican,' said Mehalah, refusing to notice the

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insolent woman, * hv a man and let nu* have the mouey
you promised.'

* I slioiild like to be a man, oh I I wish I were a man 1
Hut I can't, I can't indeed, dear. I haven't been my-
self since I liauled down m)' ^ag.'

*(Miarles, liold out your hand, and invite ray cousin
timothy to dinner, lie has kindly coubeuted to stay
a fortnight with us.'

* Timothy I' echoed Mr. Pettican, 'I did not know
you had such a cousin.'

' Do you think you know anything of my relations ? '
exclaimed Admonition ; * I should hope not, chey are a
little above your sphere. There are lots more cousins 1 '

The pool- little man sat shrinking behind his blinkers,
peering piteously now at Mehalah, and then at his wife.

* Be a man,' said Mehalah, grasping him by both
hands. * Save us from ruin.'

* Can't do it, Pretty, can't. I have struck my
colours.'

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Mehalah returned sadly to the Kay. The hope that
had centred in help from Wyvenhoe had been extin-
guished.

Her mother was greatly disappointed at the ill-
success of the appUcation, but flattered at her cousin's ,
recollection of her, ' -

* If it had not been for that woman's coming in ;
when she did, we should have had the money,' said Mrs. '

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Sliarlan'i. * What a pity she did not remain away a
little longer. Charie;3 is very well disposed, and would
help us if he could pluck up courage to defy his wife.
Suppose you try again, Mehalah, some other day,' and
clioose your time well.' •

'I will not go there again, mother.'

' If we do get turned out of this place we might
settle at Wyvenhoe, and then choose our opportunity."

' brother, ihe mnn is completely under his wife's
thimb. There is do help to he found there.'

' Then, Mehnlab, the only chance tliat remains, is to
get the money from the Mersca parson.'

' lie cannot help us.'

' There is no harm trying.'

The day on which Mrs. Do Witt had tln-eatened to
j?ome had parsed, without her apDeariug. True it liad
blown great guns, and tli(U"e had ])een storms of rain.
Mrs. Sharland hopi^d that the danger was over. The
primitive inha])itanta of the marshes had dwelt on piles,
she built on straws. Some people do not realise a
danger till it is on them and they cannot avert it. Mrs.
Sharland was one of these. She liked her grievance,
and loved to moan over it ; if she liad not a real one she
invented one, just as children celebrate funerals over
dol's. She had been so accustomed to lament over toy
troubles that when a real trouble threatened she was
unable to measure its gravity.

She was a limp and characterless woman, IMehalah
had inherited the rich rod blood of her grandparents,
and Mrs. Sharland had assimilated only the water,
and this flowed feebly through her pale veins. Her
nature was parasitic. She could not live on her own

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root, but must adhere to a charjicter stronger thna her-
self. She had hung on and smothered her luisbaud, and
now she (h-agged at her daugliter. .Mehalali must stand
u})r!ght or Mrs. Sharland would crusli her to tlie ground.
There are women like articles of furniture that will
*wobl)le' unless a ])enny or a wedge of wood be put
under their feet. Mrr. Sharland was always crying out
for some trifle to steady her.

JMohalah did not share her mother's anticipations
that the danger had passed with the day, that Mrs De.
Witt's purpose had given way to kinder thoughts ; she
was quite sure that she would prove relentless and push
matters to extremities. It was tliis certainty which
drove her to act once more on her mother's suggestion,
and go to the INIersea Rectory, to endeavour to borrow
the sum of money needed to relieve them from imme-
diate danger.

She found the parson in his garden without his coat,
which hung on the hedge, making a potatoe pie for the
winter.

He was on all fours packing the tubers in straw.
Hi'^ boots and gaiters were clogged with clay.

• * Hallo I ' he exclaimed as Mehalah came up. * You
are the girl they call Glory ? Look here. I want you
to see my kidneys. Did you ever see the like, come
clean out of the ground without canker. Would you
like a peck ? I'll give them you. Boil beautiful.'

* I want to speak with you, sir/

* Speak then by all mean«, and don't mind me. I
must attend to my kidneys. A fine day like this is not
to be wasted at this time of the year. Go on. There
is an ashtop tor you. I don't car© for the potatoe us a

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[)otatoe. It don't boil all to flour as I like. You rati
have a few if you like. Now go on.'

Down went his bead again, and was buried in a nest
of straw, Mehalah waited. She did not care to address
his back and legs, the only part of his person visible.

* You can't be too careful with potatoes,' said the
parson, presently emerging, very red in the face, and
with a pat of clay on his nose. * You must make them
comfortable for the winter. Do to others as you would
they should do to you. Keep them well from frost,
and they will boil beautiful all the winter through. G^o
on with your story, I am listening,' and in went the
head again.

j\[ehalah lost heart. She could not begin thus.

' Pah ! how T sweat,' exclaimed the parson, again
emerging, * Tlie sun beats down on my back, and
the black waistcoat draws the heat. And we are in
November, This won't last. Have you your potatoes
in, Glory ? '

* We have only a few on the Ray.'

'You ought to have more. Potatoes like a light
soil well drained. You have gravel, and with some
good cow-dung or sheep-manure, which is better still,
with your fall, they ought to do primely. I'll give you
seed. It is all nonsense, as they do here, planting
small whole potatoes. Take a good strong tuber, and
cut it up with an eye in each piece ; then you get a
better plant than if you keep the little half-grown
potatoes for seed. However, I'm wasting time. I'll be
back in a moment. I must fetch another basket load.
G-o on with your story all the same : I can hear you. I
shall only be in the shed behind the Rectory.'

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P ii'son T)'!! was a curate of one parish across the
Strood and of the two on the island. The rector was
non-resident, on the plea of the insalubrity of the spot.
He had held the rectory of cue parish and the vicarage
of the other thirty years, and during that period had
visited his cures twice, once to read himself in, and on
the other occasion to exact some tithes denied him.

* All right,' said Mr. Tyll, returning from the back
premises, staggering under a crate full of roots. ' Go
on, T am ' -tening. Pick up those kidneys which have
rolled out. Curse it, I hate their falling and getting-
bruised ; they won't keep. There now, you never saw
finer potatoes in your life than these. My soil here is
the same as yours on the Ray. Don't plant too close,
and not in ridges. I'll tell you what I do. I put mine
in five feet apart and make heaps round each. I don't
hold by ridges. Hillocks is my doctrine. Go on, I am
listening. Here, lend me a liand, and chuck me in the
potatoes as I want them. You can talk all the same.'

Parson Tyll crept into his heap and seated himself
on his haunches. ' Chuck away, but not too roughly.
They mustn't be bruised. Now go on, T can stack the
tubers and listen all ^ ^ same.'

* Sir,' said Mehalah, out of heart at her reception,
' we are in great trouble and difficulty.'

' I have no doubt of it : none in the world. You
don't grow enough potatoes. Now look at my kidneys.
The\ are the most prolific potat.:>es I know. I intro-
daced them, and they go bv my name. You may ask
for them anywhere as Tyl;"« kidneys. Gi> on, I am
listening.'

'We owe Mrs. De Witt a matter of five and twentj

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pounds,' be{2fan Mehalah, red with shame ; *and how to
pay her we du not know.'

' Nor I,' said the parson. ' You have tried to go
on without potatoes, and you can't do it. Others have
tried and failed. You should keep geese on the saltings,
and fowls. P^'owls ought to thrive on a sandy soil, but
then you have no corn land, that makes a difference.
Potatoes, however, especially my kidneys, ought to he
a treasure to you. Take my advice, be good, grow
potatoes. Go on, I am listening. Cliuck me some
more. How is the stock in the basket ? Does it want
replenishing ? Look here, my lass, go to the coach-
house and bring me some more. There is a heap in tlie
corner ; on the left ; those on the right are ashtops.
They go in a separate pie. You can talk as you go, I
shall be here and harkening.'

Mehalah went sullenly to the place where the pre-
cious roots were stored, and brought him a basketful.

' By the way,' said the parson, peeping out of his
mole-hill at her, ' it strike- me you ought not to be
here now. Is there not a saJe on your farm to-day ? '

' A sale, sir ? '

* A sale, to be sure. Mrs. De Witt has carried off
my clerk to act as auctioneer, or he would be helping
me now with my potatoes. She has been round to
several of the farmers to invite them to attend and bid,
and they have go«ie to see if they can pick up some
ewes or a cow cheap.'

Mehalah stajji'gered. Was tliis possible ?

' Go on with your story, I'm listening,' continued
the parson, diving back into his burrow, so that only
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was visible. *Talk of potatoes. There's not one to
come up to Tyll's kidneys. Go on, I am all attention I
Chuck me some more potatoes.'

But Mehalah was gone, and was making the best of
her way back.

Parson Tyll was right. This fine November day
was that which it had struck Mrs. l)e Witt was most
suitable for the sale, that would produce the money,

Mehalah had not long left the Strood before a strange
procession began to cross the Marshes.

Mrs. De Witt sat aloft in a tax-cart borrowed of
Isaac Mead, the publican, by the side of his boy who
drove. Behind, very uncomfortably, much in tlie
attitude of a pair of scissors, sat the clerk, folded
nearly double in the bottom of the cart ; his head
reclined on Mrs. De Witt's back and the seat of the
vehicle, his legs hung over the board at the back, and
swung about like those of a calf being carried to
market or to the butcher's. Mrs. De Witt wore her
red coat, tind a clean washed or stiffly starched cap.
She led the way. The road over the Marshes was bad,
full of holes, and greasy. A recent tide had corrupted
the clay into strong brown glue.

The farmers and others who followed to attend the
sale had put up their gigs and carts at the cottage of
the Strood keeper, and pursued their way on foot. But
Mrs. De Witt was above such feebleness of nerve. She
liad engaged the trap for the day, and would take her
money's worth out of it. The boy had protested at the
Strood that the cart of his master could not go over
the marshes, that Isaac Mead had not supposed it
possible that it would be taken over so horrible and

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perilous a road. Mrs. De Witt thereupon brought her
large blue gingham umbrella down on the lad's back,
and vowed she would open him like an oyster with her
pocket-knife unless he obeyed her. She looked quite
capable of fulfilling her threat, and he submitted.

The cart jerked from side to side. The clerk's head
struck Mrs. De Witt several sharp blows in the small
of her back. She turned sharply round, pegged at him
with the umbrella, and bade him mind his manners.

* Let me get out. I can't bear this, ma'am,' pleaded
the man.

* It becomes you to ride to the door as the officer of
justice,' answered she. * If I can ride, so can you.
Lie quiet,' and she banged at him with the umbrella
again.

At that moment there came a jolt of a more violent
description than before, and Mrs. De Witt was suddenly
precipitated over the splash-board, and, after a battle
in the air, on the back of the prostrate horse, with her
feet, hands and umbrella she went into a mud hole.
The horse was down, but the knees of the clerk were
up far above his head. He struggled to rise, but was
unable, and could only bellow for assistance.

Mrs. De Witt picked herself up and assisted the
boy in bringing the horse to his feet again. Then she
coolly pinned up her gown to her knees, and strode
forward. The costume was not so shocking to her
native modesty as might have been supposed, nor did
it scandalise the farmers, for it was that adopted by the
collectors of winkles on the flats. The appearance pre-
sented by Mrs. De Witt was, however, grotesque. In
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looked as thoiig^h she wore a pair of liiglily polished
Hessian boots. The skirt and the red coat gave her a
curious nondescript military cut, as half Highlander.
Though she walked, she would not allow the clerk to
dismount. She whacked at the pendant legs when they
rose and protested, and bade the fellow lie still ; he was
all right, and it was only proper that he, the functionary
on the occasion, should arrive in state, instead of on his
own shanks.

* If you get up on the seat you'll be bobbed off likf
a pea on a drum. Lie in the bottom of t-ie cart and
be peaceful, as is your profession,' said Mrs. De Wilt,
^ith a dig of the umbrella over the side.

They formed a curious assemblage. There were the
four brothers Marriage of Peldon, not one of whom had
taken a wife. Once, indeed, the youngest, Herbert, had
formed matrimonial schemes ; but on his ventilatiut;
the subject, had been fallen on by his three brothers and
three unmarried sisters who kept house for them, as
though he had hinted the introduction of a cask of
gunpowder into the cellars. He had been scolded and
lectured, and taunted, as the apostate, the profligate,
the prodigal, who was bent on the ruin of the family,
the dissipation of the accumulated capital of years of
labour, the introducer of discord into a united household.
And yet the household was only united in theory, in fact
the brothers were always fighting and swearing at one
another about the order of the work to be executed on
the farm, and the sisters quarrelled over the household
routine. .

There was Joshua Pudney, of Smith's Hall, who
loved his bottle and neglected his farm, who grew more

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tliistles than wheat, and kept more hiinlerrf than cows,
a jolly fat red-faced man with white hair, always in top
boots. Along with him was Nathaniel Pooley, who com-
bined preaching with farming, was noted for sharp
practice in money matters, and for not always coming
out of pecuniary transactions with clean hands. Pudney
cursed and Pooley blessed, yet the labourers were wont
to say that Pudney's curses broke no bones, but Pooley's
blessings did them out of many a shilling. Pudney let
wheat litter in his stubble, and bid the gleaners go in
and be damned, when he threw the gate open to them.
Pooley raked the harvest field over thrice, and then
opened the gleaning with uu invocation to Providence
to bless the widow, the fatherless, and the poor who
gathered in his fields.

Farmer Wise was a gaunt, close-shaven man, always
very neatly dressed, a great snuff-taker. He was a
politician, and affected to be a Whig, whilst all the rest
of his class were Tories. He was argumentative, com-
bative, and cantankerous, a close, careful man, and re-
ported a miser.

A dealer, riding a black pony, a wonderful little
creature ^hat scampered along at a flying trot, came up
and slackened rein. He was a stout man in a very
battered hat, with shabby coat ; a merry man, and a
good judge of cattle.

The proceedings of the day were, perhaps, hardly in
accordance with strict English law, but then English law
was precisely like Gospel precepts, made for other folk.
On the Essex marshes people did not trouble themselves
much about the legality of their proceedings ; they took
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they iiticd it, if nut tiny did witliout it. r*ut, lt';;ally or
not legally, they got what they wanted. It was alto-
gether inconvenient and expensive for the recovery of a
Kinall debt to apply to a solicitor and a magistrate, and
the usual custom was, therefore, to do the thing elieaply
and easily through the clerk of the parish constituted
auctioneer for the occasion, and the goods of tlie de-
faulter were sold by him to an extemporised assembly
of purchasers on any day that suited the general con-
venience. The clerk so far submitted to legal restric-
tions that he did not run goods up, but down ; lie
began with an absurdly high figure, instead of one pre-
posterously lov.

When the cart and its contents and followers arrived
at the Ray, the horse was taken out, and the vehicle
was run against a rick of hay, into which the shafts
were deeply thrust, so as to keep the cart upright, tliat
it might serve as a rostrum for the auctioneer.

* We'll go and take stock first,' said the clerk ;
'we've to raise twenty-five pounds for the debt and
twenty shillings my costs. What is there to sell ? '

' Wait a bit, gaffer,' said the cattle jobber ; ' you're
a trifle too quick. The old lady must demand the
money first.'

* I'm agoing to do so, Mr. Mellonie,' said Mrs. De
Witt ; ' you teach your grandmother to shell shrimps.'
Then, looking round on about twenty persons who had
assembled, she said, * Follow me. Stay I here comes
more. Oh I it is Elijah Rebow and his men come to see
fair play. Come by wa!:er have you, Elijah ? We are
not going to sell anything of yours, you needn't fear.'

She shouldered her umbrella like an oar, and strode

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to the hoiuo door. Mrs. Sharland was there, white and
trembling.

* Have you got my money ? ' asked Mrs. De Witt.
*0h, mistress,' exclaimed the unfortunate widow,

* do have pity and patience. Mehalah has just g(»ne to
get it.'

*Gone to get it ?' echoed Mrs. Dc Witt. * Why,
where in the name of wonder does .she expoct to get
it?' -

* She had gone to Purson Tyll to borrow it.'
*Tlieu she won't get it,' said the drover. 'There's

no money to be wrung out of em] <^y bret^ches pockets. '

* Let me into the house,' said .Mrs. De Witt. ' Let
us all see what you have got. There's a clock. Drag
it out, and stick it up under th tree near the cart
That is worth a few pounds. And take that chair.'

* It is my chair. I sit in it, and I have the ague
so bad.'

*Take the chair,' persisted Mrs. De Witt, and
Kebow's men carried it forth. 'There's some good
plates there. Is there a complete set ? '

* There are only six.'

'That is better than none. Out witli them.
What have you got in the corner cupboard ? '

* Nothing but trifles.'

* We'll sell the cupboard and the diesser. You can't
move the dresser, Elijah. Well carry it in our heads.
Look at it,' she said to the clerk ; ' see you don't forget
to put that up. Now shall we go into the bedrooms, or
go next to the cowhouse ? '

* Leave the bedroom,' said Mellonie, * you can't sell
the bed from under the old woman.'

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*I can thiiigli, if I don't raise enough,' Haid Mrs.
De Witt. * IVe slept on a plank many a time.'

' Oh dear I Oh dear I ' mojined the widow Sli.'irhind ;
* T wish Mehalah had returned ; perhaps she has the
money.'

' No chance of that, mistre s,' said Rebow. * You
are sold up and done for past escape now. Wliat will
you do next, you and that girl Glory, I'd like to
know ? '

' I think she will get the money,* persisted tlj^-
widow.

Elijah turned from her with a sneer.

* Outside with you,' shouted Mrs. De Witt. * The
sale is going to begin.'

The men — there were no women present except
Mrs. De Witt — quickly evacuated the house and pushed
into tlie stable and cowhouse.

There was no horse, and only one cow. The sheep
were on the saltings. There was no cart, and very few
tools of any sort. The little farm was solely a sheep
farm, theie was not an acre of tillage land attached to it.

The clerk climbed up into the cart.

' Stop, stop, for Heaven's sake 1 ' gasped Mehalah
dashing up. * What is this ! Why have we not been
warned ? '

* Oh yes I forewarned indeed, and get rid of the
things,' growled Mrs. De Witt. * But I did tell you
what I should do, and precious good-natured I was to
do it.'

Mehalali darted past her into the house.
' Tell me, tell me I ' cried the excited mother, * have
you the money ?'

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* No. The imrj^on could not lot tnc b:ivo it.*

* ]\\\v\i ! tlioy luiv«» bo^im fhe salo. What is it tliey
aro «'ryin^' now ? '

*The cUu-k, motlier. Oli, this is drojulfnl.*

* They will soil Mio cow too,' said tho widow.

* Certain to do so.'

'There! I hear (he dresser's put up. Who has
l>oni>'ht the eloek ? *

' Oh never mind, that matters nothing. We are
ruined.'

* Oh dear, dear!' moaned INTrs. Sharland, Mhat it
shoidd eome lo this! Mut T suppose I must, I must
indeed. Hun, Mehalah, run (|uiek and unrip the Itelt
of my ^YCi'u {^own. (Jiiick, fetch it me.'

The girl hastily obc^yed. The old woman got her
knife, and with trembling hand cut away the lining in
several parts of the body. Shining sovereigns came
out.

* There are twenty here,' she said with a sigh, * and
we have seven over of what George let us have. Give
the wretches the money.'

* Mother, mother I ' exclaimed Mehalah. * How
could you borrow ! How could you send me 1 '

* Never mind, I did not want to use my little store
till every chance had failed. Run out and pay the
money.'

IMehalah darted from the door.

The clerk was selling the cow.

•Going for twenty-five pounds. What? no one
bid, going for twenty-five pounds, and dirt cheap at the
money, all silent ! Well I never, and such a cow !
Going for twenty-three '

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*S|(^pI* 8hnut<Ml M(ih;ilal). ' I lore Ih Mih. I)«
Wit I'm inonc'y, tAVcnty-fivo pomidH,'

* Damnation 1 ' roared Klijah, * wli«rt3 did yoii i*H\
it?'

* Our fiavingH,' answered Mehalali, and turned bur
back on bim.

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MkhaT-AIT wf\a hurt and an^ry at her moilior's conduct.
Sbe tliought tbat she liad not ])een fairly ireatHd.
When tlie Iosh unstained presumably by Abrubain Dow-
sing's carelessness bad been discovered, Mrs. Sliarland
bad not hinted the existence of a private store, and had
allowed De Witt to lend her the money sbe w.'iitted for
meeting the rent, (rlory regarded this conduct as
hardly honest. It jarred, at all events, with her sense
of what was honourable. On the plea of aljsolute
inability to pay the rent, they had obtained five and
twenty pounds from the young fisherman. Then again,
when Mrs. T)e Witt reclaimed the debt, Mehalali liad
been subjected to the humiliation of appealing to Mr.
Petti can and being repulsed by Admonition. She bad
been further driven to sue a loan of the parson ; she
had not, indeed, asked him for the money, but tbat was
only because he avoided, intentionally or not she could
not say, giving her the chance. She had gone with the
intention of begging, and his manner, and the acciden-
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alone preventnd her from undergoing the sliame of
asking and being refused.

She did not like to charge her mother with liaving
behaved dishonourably, for she felt instinctively that her
mother's views and hers were not coincident. Her brow
was clouded, and an unpleasant ^'leam flickered in her
eyes. She resisted the treatment she had been subjected
to as unnecessary. It was only justifiable in an extreme
emergency, and no such emergency had existed. Her
mother would rather sacrifice her daughter's self-respect
than break in on the little hoard.

* Charles said he had money in the bank, did he ? '
asked Mrs. Sharland.

« Yes.'

* To think of that 1 ]My cousin has an account in
the bank, and can write his cheques, and one can casli
ciie(pies signed Charles Pettican 1 That Is something to
be prcud of, Mehalali.'

' Indeed, mother ? '

^ An\ you say he has a beautiful house, with a
verandah, A real gilt balcony. Think of that ! And
Charles is my cousin, the cousin of your own mother.
There's something ta think of, there, I couldn't sleep
last night with dreaming of that house with its green
shutters and a real balcony. I do boliove that I sliall
die happy, if some day I may but see that there gilded
— you said it was gilded — ^balcony. Charles Pettic;m
with a balcony I What is the world coming to next!
A real gilded balcony, and two figureheads looking over
— there's an ideal Did you tell me there was a sofa iu
his sitting-room ; and I think you said the dressing-
table had a pink petticoat with gauze over it. Just think

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of that. I might have been Mrs. Charles Petticiin, if
all liiid gone well, and things liad been as they should
liave, and then I should liave luul a petticoat to my
drensiug-table and a balcony afore my window. I am
glad you went, it was like tie Queen of Sheba visiting
Solomon and seeing all his glory, and now you've come
back into your own land, and filled me with your tidings.'

Mehalah let her mother meander on, without paying
any attention' to what she said. Mrs. Sharlaud had
risen some stages in h^^r self-importance since she had
heard how prosperous in a pecuniary sense her relation
was. It shed a sort of glory on her when she thought
that, had fate ruled it so, she might have shared with
liim this splendour, instead of being poor and lonely on
the desolate Kay. Mrs. Sharland would have loved a
gossip, but never got a chance of talking to anyone witli
a similar partiality. Had she married Mr. Charles Pet-
tican she would have been in the vortex of a maelstrom
of tittle-tattle. It was something to puif her up to
think that if matters had taken another turn this would
have been her position in Wyvenhoe.

' I don't think Mrs. De Witt had any notion how rich
and distinguished my relatives are, when she came here
asking for her five and twenty pounds. I'll take my
oath on it, she has no cousin with a balcony and a sofa.
I don't suppose we shall be troubled much now, when it
is known that my cousin draws cheques, and that the
name of Charles Pettican is honoured at the bank.'

* You forget we got, and shall get, no help from him.'

' I do not forget it, Mehalah. I remembe** perfectly
how affably he spoke of me — his Liddy Vince, his pretty
cousin. I do not forget how ready he was to lend tlie

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money. Twenty pounds ! if you had asked fifty, he'd
have given ir. you as readily. He was about to break
open his cash-box, as he liadn't the key by him, and
would have given me the money I wanted, had not a
person who is no relation of mine interposed. That
c;omes of designing women stepping in between near
relatives. Charleb Pettican is my cousin, and he is not
iishamed to acknowledge it; why should he? I have
always maintained myself respectable, and always shall.'
' Mother,' said Mehalah, interrupting this watery
wash of vain twaddle, ' you should not have borrowed
the money of George De Witt. That was the beginning
of the mischief ? '

* Beginning of what mischief? '
' The beginning of our trouble.'

' No, it was not ; Abraham's carelessness was the
beginning.'

* But, mother, T repeat it, you did wrong in not pro-
ducing your hidden store instead of borrowing.'

* I did not borrow. I never asked George De Witt
fqif his money, he proposed to let us have it himself.'

* That is indeed true ; but you should have at once
refused to take if, and said it was unnecessary for us to
])e indebted to him, as you had the sum sufficient laid

' That is all very well, Mehalah, but when a generous
offer is made me, why should I not accept it ? Be-
cause there's still some milk of yesterday in the pan, do
you clecline to milk the cow to-day? I was glad of the
opportunity of keeping my little savings untouched.
Besides, I always thought George would make you liis
wife.'

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* I thought so too,' said Mehalah in a low tone, and .
her face became sad and blank as ]3efore ; she went off
into a dream, but presently recovered herself and said,
* Then, when Mrs. De Witt asked for her money, why
did you not produce it, and free us of her insults and
annoyance ? ' •

' I did not want to part with my money. And it
has turned out well. If I had done as you say, we
should not have revived old acquaintance, and obtained
the valuable assistance of Charles Pettican.'

' He did not assist us.'

*He did as far as he was able. He would have
given us the money, had not untoward circumstances
intervened. He as good as let us have the twenty
[)ounds. That is something to be proud of — to !)«
helped by a man whose name is honoured at the bank
— at the Colchester Bank.'

' But, mother, you have given me inexpressi])le
pain ! '

' Pained you I ' exclaimed Mrs. Sharland. * How
could I ? '

Her eyes opened wide. Mehalah looked at heV.
They had such different souls, that the girl saw it wms
of no use attempting to explain to her mother what
had wounded her; her sensations belonged to a sense of
which her mother was deprived. It is idle to speak of
scarlet to a man who is blind.

' I did it all for you,' said Mrs. Sharland reproacli-
fully. ' I was thinking and caring only for you,
Mehalah, from beginning to end, from first to last.'

' Thinking and caring for me ! ' echoed Glory in
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* Of course I was. 1 put those gold pieces away,
one a quarter from the clay you were born, till I had
no more savings tliat I could put aside. T put them
away for you. I thought that when I was gone and
buried, you should have this little sum to begin the
world upon, and you would not say that your mother
died and left you nothing. Nothing in the world would
have made me touch the hoard, for it was your money,
Mehalah — nothing but the direst need, and you will do
me i-he justice to say that this was the case to-day. It
would have been the worst that could have ' appened
for you to-day had the money not been paid or you
would have sunk in the scale.'

' Mother ! ' exclaimed Mehalah, intensely moved,
* you did all this for me ; you thought and cared for
me — for me I '

The idea of her mother having ever done anything
for her, ever having thought of her, apart from herse'^'
of having provided for her independently of herseb,
was too strange and too amazing for Mehalah to take it
in at once. As long as she remembered anything she
hud worked for her mother, thought for her, and denied
herself for her, without expecting any return, taking it
as a matter of course that she should devote herself to
her mother without the other making any acknowledg-
ment.

And now the thought that she had been mistaken,
that her mother had really cared for and provided for
her, overwhelmed her. She had not wept when she
thought that Greorge De Witt was lost to l\er, but now
she dropped into her chair, buried her face in her arms,
and burst into a storm of sobs and tears.

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Mrs. Sharland looked at her
a^he never had understood Mehalah, and she

ith a puzzled face,
was content

to be in the dark as ^o wliat was passing in her breast
now. She settled tauK in her chair, and turned buck
to the thoughts of Charles Pettican's gilt balcony, and
petticoated dressing-table.

By degrees Mehalah recovered her composure, then
she went up to her mother and kissed her passionately
on the brow.

* Mother dear,' she said in a broken voice, * I never,
never will desert you. Whatever happens, our lot shall
be CE together.'

Then she reared herself, and in a moment was firm
of foot, erect of carriage, rough ai}d imperious as o*" Id.
I must look after the sheep on the saltings, she
said. ' Abraham's head is turned with the doings here
to-day, and he has gone to the Rose to talk and drink
it over. The moon is full, and we shall have a high tide.'

Next moment Mrs. Sharland was alone.

The widow heaved a sigh. ' There is no making
heads or tails of that girl, I don't understand her a })it,'
she muttered.

' I do though,' answered Elijah Rebow at the door.
* I want a .^ord with you, mistress.'

* I thought you had gone, Elijah^ Ji'^er the sale.'

* No, I did not leave with the resi. I hung about
!?> the marshes, waiting a chance when 1 might speak
with you by yourself. I can't speak before Glory ; she
flies out.'

* Come in, master, and sit down. Mehalah is gone
down to the saltings, and will not be back for an houi.'

' I must have a word wi^ you. Where has Glory

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heen ? I saw her go off t'other day in gay Sunday
drebs towards Fingringhoe. What did she go after ? '

Mrs. Sharland raised herself proudly. * I have a
cousin lives at Wyvenhoe, and we exchange .civilities
now and then, I can't go to him and he can't come
to me, so Mehalah passes between us.*

* What does she go there for ? '

* JNIy cousin, Mr. Charles Pettican — I dare say you
have heard the name, it is a name that is honoured at
the bank ' she paused and pursed up her lips.

* Go on, I have heard of him, an old shipbuilder.'

' He made his fortune in shipbuilding,' said Mrs.
Sharland. ' He has laid by a good deal of money, and
is a free and liberal man with it, among his near
relatives.'

* Curse him,' growled Elijah, ' he let you have the
money ? '

' I sent Mehalah to my cousin Charles, to ask him
to lend me a trifle, being for a moment inconvsnienced,'
said Mrs. Sharland with stateliness.

* She — Glory — went cringing for money to an old
shipbuilder ! ' exclaimed Rebow with fury in his face.

* She did not like doing so,' answered the widow,
* but " entreated her to put her prejudices in her pocket,
and do as I wished. You see. Master Rebow, this was
not like asking strangeris. CharLis is my cousin, my
nearest living relative, and some day, perhaps, there is

no knowing ' she winked, and nodded, and ruffled

up in her pride. ' We are his nearest of kin, and he is
an old man, much older than I am. I am young com-
pared to him, and he is half-paralysed.'

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* He gave the money without any difficulty or
demur?' asked Elijah, his face flaming.

* He was most willing, anxious, I may say, to help.
You see, Master Rebow, he is well off, and has no otlui-
relatives. He is a man of fortune, and has a gilt bal-
cony before his house, and a real sofa in his sitting-room.
His name is engraved on brass on a plate on the door,
it commands respect and receives honour at the Col-
chester Bank.'

' So you are fawning on him, are you ? ' growled

* He has real oil-paintings on his walls. There's
«ome in water-colours, and some in worsted work, but
I make no count of them, but real oils, you know ;
there's something to think of in that. A man don't
break out into oil unless he has money in the bank ai
command.'

Mrs. Sharland was delighted with the opportunity
of airing her re-discovered cousin, and exalting his
splendour before some one other than her daughter.

'A valance all round his bed — there's luxury!' said
the widow, * and that bed a whole tester. As for his
dressing-table, it wears a better petticoat than I, pink
calico that looks like silk, and over it gauze, just like a
lady at an assembly ball, a real quality lady. My cousin
is not one to see his Liddy — he calls me his pretty cousin
Liddy — my name before I was married was Vince, but
instead of Sharland it might have been Pettican, if all
had been as it ought. I say cousin Charles is not ihe
man to see his relatives sold up stick and stock by such
as Mrs. De Witt.'

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'You think if you can't pay me my rent, he will
help you again ? '

* If I feel a little behind-hand, Master Rebow, I
f>]iall not scruple sending Mehalah to him again. Charles
i.s a man of kind and generous heart, and it is touching
liow he clings to his own flesh and blood. He has taken
a great affection for Mehulah. He calls her niece, and
wants her to look on him as an uncle, but you know that
is not the real re.'ationship. He was my mother's only
brother's sen, so we was first cousins, and ha can only
be a cousin of some sort to Mehalah, can he ? '

* Oh curse your cousinships I ' broke in Elijah angrily,
* To what an extent can you count on his help ? '

* To any amount,' said the widow, too elated to care
to limit her exaggeration.

* How is Mehalah ? Is she more inclined to think
of me ? '

IMrs. Sharland shook her nean.

* She don't love rae ? ' said Elijah with a laugh.

* I fear not, Elijah.'

* She won't lie dispitsed to take up her quarters at
KedHall?'

iMrs. Sharland sighed a negative.

' Nor to bear with me near her all day ? '

* No, Elijah.'

* No, she won't,' said he with a jerky laugli, ' she won*!
till she is made to. She won't come to Ked Hall (ill
j<1n' can't help it. She won't live with me till I force
her to it. Damn that cousin! He stands in my path,
1 will go see him. There comes ISIehalah, back from
the saltings. I must be off.'

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Sliarland, bridling up at Klijab's sli^liting remark. ' He
is not accustomed to be cursed. Men witb names tbat
tbe bank lionours, and wlio biive gilded bab'onies over
theii doors, don't like it, tbey don't deserve it.'

CHAPTER XTTI.

TUB JTLAG Kf-IES.

A MONTH after tbe interrupted auction, Elijah Rebow
appeared one day before Mr, Petiican's door at Wyven-
hoe. The gull was screaming and flying at his feet.
His stick beat a loud summons on the door, but tbe
noise within was too considerable for the notices of a
visitor to be heard and responded to,

Elijah remained grimly patient outside, with a sar-
donic smile on his face, and amused himself with tor-
menting the gull.

Presently the door flew open, and a dashing young
woman flung out, with cherry-coloured ribands m her
bonnet, and cherry colour in her cheeks.

' All right, Monie ? ' asked a voice from the balcony,
and then Elijah was aware of a young man in a blue
guernsey and a straw hat lounging over the balustrade,
between the figureheads, smoking a pipe.

*He has learned his place at last,' answered Admo-
nition ; ' I never saw him so audacious before. Come
along, Timothy.' The young man disappeared, and
presently emerged at the door. At the same time
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a dab of putty, as it seemed, in the middle of it, but
whicli was prol)ably a nose flattened against the glass.
Two little fists were also apparent shaken violently, and
a shrill voice screamed imprecations and vowed ven-
geance behind the panes, utterly disregarded by Ad-
monition and Timothy, who stared at Elijah, and then
struck down the gravelled path without troubling them-
selves to ask his business.

The door was left open, and Elijah entered, but stood
on the threshold, and looked after the pair as they
turned out of the garden-gate, and took the Colchester
road, laughing aud talking, and Admonition tossing her
saucy head, in the direction of the face at the window,
and then taking the sailor's arm.

A wonderful transformation had taken place in Mrs.
Pettican's exterior as well as in her manner since her
marriage.

She had been a soft demure little body with melting
blue eyes and rich brown hair very smoothly laid on
either side of her brow — a modest brow with guile-
lessness written on it — and the simplest little curls
tj^aide her round cheeks. She wore only black, in
memc/ry of a never-to-be-forgotten mother, and a neat
whiti cap and apron. If she allowed herself a little
colour, it was only a flower in her bosom. Poor Charles
Pettican ! How often he had supplied that flower !

* I can't pick one myself, Admonition,' he had said ;
*yoti go into my garden and pluck a rose.'

' But yoii must give it me,' she had invariably said
on such occasions, with a shy eye just lifted, and then
dropped again.

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Now Admonition affected bripfht colours — cherry
waR her favourite. She who had formerly dres-ed below
her position, now dressed above it; she was this day
flashing through Wyvenhoe in a straw broad -brimmed
hat with crimson bows, lined with crimson, and in a
white dress adorned with carnatio', knots, and a red
handkerchief over the shoulders worn ba'-p in the house.
There was no doubt about it, that Admonition looked
very well thus attired, better even than in her black.

Her hair was now frizzled over her brow, and she wore
a mass of curls about her neck, confined in the house
by a carnation riband. The soft eyes were now mar-
vellously hard when directed upon the husband, and only
retained their velvet for Timothy. The cheek now
blushed at nothing, but flamed at tlie least opposition.

' I married one woman and got another,' said Charles
Pettican to himself many times a day. ' I can't make
it out at all. Marriage to a woman is, T suppose, much
li ke a hot bath to a l)aby ; it brings out all the bad
humours in the blood. Young girls are as alike as flour
and plaster of Paris, and it is not till you begin to be
the making of them that yuu find the difference. Some
make into bread, but others make into stone.'

When Elijah Rebow entered the little parlour, he
found Mr. Pettican nearly choked with passion. He
was ripping at his cravat to get it off, and obtain air.
His face was nearly purple. He took no notice of liis
visitor for a few moments, but continued shaking Ins
fist at the window, and then dragging at his neckcloth.

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man nearly strangled himself in his inability to unwind
his cravat. This increased his anger, and he screamed
and choked convulsively.

*You will smother yourself soon,' observed Elijah
dryly, and going up to Mr. Pettican, he loosened the
neckcloth.

The cripple lay back and panted. Presently he was
sufficiently recovered to project his head towards Rebow,
and ask him what he wanted, and who he was.

Elijah told him his name. Charles Pettican did not
pay attention to him ; his mind was engrossed by other
matters.

* Come here,* said he, * here, beside me. Do you see
them ? '

*See what?* asked Elijah in return, gruffly, as
Pettican caught his arm, and drew him down, and pointed
out of the window.

* There they are. Isn't it wexing to the last degree
of madness? *

* Do you mean your daughter and her sweetheart ? *
' Daughter I ' echoed the cripple. * Daughter ! I

wish she was. No, she*s my wife. I don't mean her.'

* "What do you mean then ? '

* Why, my crutches. Don't you see them ? *

* No, I do not,' answered Rebow looking round the
room.

' Thev are not here,* said Pettican. * Admonition
flew out upon me, because I wouldn't draw more money
from the bank, and she took away my crutches, to con-
fine me till I came into her whimsies. There they are.
They are flying at the mast-head. She got that cousin
of hers to hoist them. She knows I can't reach them.

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that here I must lie till somebody fetches them down for
me. You should have heard how they laughed, tlio.se
cousins as they call themselves, as my crutches went
aloft. Oh I it was fun to them, and they could giggle and
cut jokes about me sitting here, flattening my nose at
the pane, and seeing my crutches hoisted. They might
as well have robbed me of my legs — better, for they are
of no use, and my crutches are. Fetch me them down.'

Elijah consented, chuckling to himself at the distress
of the unfortunate shipbuilder. He speedily ran the
crutches down, and returned them to Pettican.

' Turning me into fun before the whole town ! '
growled Pettican, ' exposing my infirmity to all the
world ! It was my wife did it. Aflmonition urged on
her precious cousin Timothy to it. He did fare to ))e
ashamed, but she laughed him into i', just as Eve
jeered Adam into eating the apple. She has turned off
my servant too, and here am I left alone and helpless in
tlie house all day, whilst she is dancing off to Colchester
market with her beau — cousin indeed ! What do you
think, master — I don't know your name.'

* Elijah Rebow, of Red Hall.'

* What do you think, Master Rebow ? That cousin
has been staying here a month, a whole calendar mouth.
He has been given the best room, and there have been
junketings without number ; +hey have ate all the oysters
out of my pan, and drank up all ray old stout, and broken
the necks of half the whisky bottles in my cellar, and
smoked out all my havannahs. I have a few boxes, and
indulge myself occasionally in a good cigar, they come
costly. Well, will you believe me ! Admonition routs
out all my boxes, and gives her beau a havannah twice

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a day or more often, as he likes, and I haven't had one
between my lips since he came inside my doors. That
lot of old Scotch whisky I had down from Dundee is all
drunk out. Before I married her. Admonition would
touch nothing but water, and tea very weak only coloured
with the leaf ; now she sucks stout and rum punch and
whis;ky like a fish . It is a wonder to me she don't smoke too.'

The cripple tucked his recovered crutches under his
arms, rolled himself o^ his chair, and stumped vehe-
mently half a dozen times round the room. He returned
at length, out of breath and very hot, to his chair, into
which he cast himself.

'Put up my legs, please,' he begged of Elijah.
* There ! ' he said, ' I have worked off my excitement a
little. Now go into the hall and look in the box under
the stairs, there you will find an Union Jack. Run it
up to the top of the mast. I don't care. I will defy
her. When that girl who came here the other day — I
forget her name — sees the flag flying she will come and
help me. If Admonition has cousins, so have I, and
mine are real cousins. I doubt but those of Admonition
are nothing of the sort. If that girl '

* What girl? ' asked Rebow gloomily, as he folded his
arms across his breast, and scowled at Charles Pettican.

' I don't know her name, but it is written down. I
have it in my note-book — Ah ! Mehalah Sharland.
She is my cousin, her mother is my cousin. I'll tell you
what I will Jo, master. But before I say another word,
you go up for me into the best bed-room — the blue room,
and chuck that felloes things out of the window over
the balcony, and let the gull have the pecking and tear-
ing of them to pieces* I know he has his best jacket

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have the clawing and the beaking of that, but he can
make a tidy mess of his other traps ; and will do it.'
' Glory * began Elijah.

* Ah I you are right there,' said Pettican. * It will
be glory to have routed cousin Timothy out of the house ;
and if the flag flies, my cousin — I forget her name — Oh !
I see, Mehalah — will come here and bring her mother,
and before Master Timothy returns with Admonition
from market — they are going to have a shilling's worth
on a merry-go-round, I heard them scheme it — my
cousins will be in possession, and cousin Timothy must
content himself with the balcony, or cruise ofif.'

' Glory — or Mehalah, as you call her.'

* I'll not listen to anotlier word, till you have
chucked that fellow's traps overboard. There's a port-
mantle of his up there, chuck that over with the rest,
and let the gull have the opening and examination of
the contents.'

There was nothing for it but compliance, if Elijah
wished to speak on the object of his visit. The old man
was in an excited condition which would not allow him
to compose his mind till his caprices were attended to,
and his orders carried out. Rebow accordingly went
upstairs and emptied the room of all evidences of its
having been occupied. There was a discharge of boots,
brush, clothes, pipes, into the garden, at which Pettican
rubbed his hands and clucked like a fowl.

Rebow returned to the parlour, and the old ship-
builder was profuse in his thanks. ' Now,' said he, * run
the flag up. You haven't done that yet. Then come
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left, not many bottles, but there is some, and not locked
up, for Admonition thought she had me safe when she
hoisted my crutches up the mast-head. Go now and let
the bunting float as of old in my halcyon days.' Thi«
was also done ; the wind took, unfurled, and flapped the
Union Jack, and the old man crowed with delight, and
swung his arms.

'That is right. I haven't seen it fly for many
months ; not since I was married. Now that girl, I
forget her name, oh I I have it here — Mehalah — will
see it, and come to the rescue. Do you know her ? *

'What, Glory?'

* That ain't her name. Her name is — is — Mehalah.*
' We call her Glory. She is the girl. I know her,'

he laughed and his eyes glittered. He set his teeth.
(Jharles Pettican looked at him, and thouglit he had
never seen a more forbidding countenance. He was
frightened, and asked hastily,
' Wlio are you ? '

* I am Elijah Rebow, of Red Hall.'

* I don't know you or the place.'

* I am in Salcott and Virley. You know me by name.*
' Oh 1 perhaps I do. My memory is not what it once

was. I get so put out by my wife's whimsies that I can't
collect my faculties all at once. I think I may have
heard of you, but I haven't met you before.*

' I am the landlord of Glory— Mehalah, you call her.
The Ray, which is their farm, belongs to me, mth all the
marshes and the saltings, and all that thereon is. I
bought it for eight hundred pounds. Glory and her
mother are mine.'

' I don't understand you.'

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181

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*I bought the land, and the farm, and them, a job
lot, for eight hundred pounds.'

* I remember, the girl — I forget her name, but I
have it here, written down *

* Glory I '

'No, not that, Mehalah. I wish you wouldn't call
her what she is not, because it confuses me ; and I have
liad a deal to confuse me lately. Marriage does rum-
mage a man's hold up so. Mehalah came here a few
weeks back to ask me to lend her some money, as her
mother could not pay the rent. Her mother is my
cousin, Liddy Vince that was, I used to call her " Pretty
Tiifldy," or Lydia Languish, after a character in a play,
bijuause of her ague, and because she sort of languished
of love for me. And I don't (leny it, I was sweet on lier
once, but the ague shivers stood in the way of our love
waxing wery hot.'

* You lent her the money.'

*I — I 'hesitated Mr. Petticau. * You see how

I am circumstanced, my wife-

* You lent her the money. Mistress Sliarland told
me so."

* Slie did ! ' exclaimed Pettican in surprise.

* Yes, she did. Now I want to know, will you do
that again? I am landlord. I bought the Ray for
eight hundred pounds, and I don't want to drop my
money without a return. You understand that. A
man doesn't want to give his goh away, and be whined
out of getting interest for it by an old shivering, chat-
tering woman, and flouted out of it by a devil of a girl.'
His hands clenched fiercely.

* Of course, of course,' said the cripple. * I under-

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titiiud you. You thiuk those two can't manafje the farm,
and were better out of it.'

' I want to be sureof my money,' said Elijah, knitting
his dark brows, and fixing his eyes intently on Pottican.

* I quite understand,' said the latter, and tapping
his forehead, he added, * I am a man of business slilK
1 am not so old as all that, whatever Admonition may say.*

* Now what I want to know,' pursued Elijah, ' is this
— for how long are you going to pay your cousin's rent?
l'\)r how long is that Glory to come to me and defy me,
and throw the money down before me ? *

* I don't quite take you,' said Pettican.

' How many times will you pay their rent ? ' asked
Kebow.

' Well 1 ' said the cripple, passing his hand oven* his
face. 'I don't want them to stay at your farm at all.
I want them to come here and take care of me. I can-
not defend myself. If I try to be a man — that girl, I
forget her name, you confuse me about it — told me to
be a man, and I will be a man, if she will back me up.
I have been a man somewhat, have I not, master, in
chucking cousin Timothy's traps to the gull — that I call
manly. You will see the girl — Mehalah — I have the
name now. I will keep my note-book open at the place.
Mehalah, Mehalah, Mehalah, Mehalah.*

*I want to know ' broke in Elijah.

* Let me repeat the name ten times, and then I shall
nob forget it again.' Pettican did so. ' You called her
something else. Perhaps we are not speaking of the
same person.'

* Yes, we are. I call her Glory. I am accustomed
to that name. Tell me what you want with heiV

THE FLAG FIJES.

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* I want her and her mother to come and live with
me, and take care of me, and then I can be a man, and
make head against the wind that is now blowing in my
teeth. Shall you see them ? *

* Yes;

« To-day ? '
' Perhaps.*

* Then pray make a point of seeing the girl or her
mother, in case she should not notice the flag, and y.iy
that I wish them to come here at once ; at once it must
be, or I shall never have courage to play the man nguin,
not as I have to-day. They did put my monkey up by
removing ray crutches and hoisting them to the mast-
head, leavingme all by myself and helpless bore. I should
wish Mehalahto be here before Admonition and her beau
return. They won't be back till late. There's a horse-
manship at Colchester as well as a merry-go-round, and
they are going to both, and perhaps to the theatre
after that. There'll be junketings and racketings, and
I — poor I — left here with no one to attend to me, and
my crutches at the mast-head. You will tell the girl
and her mother that I expect their help, and I will be
a man, that I will. It would be something to boast
of, would it not, if Timothy were to return and find
his room occupied and his baggage picked to rags, and
if Admonition were to discover that I have cousins as
well as she ? '

* You are bent on this ? '

* I rely on you. You will see them and tell them to
come to me, and I will provide for them whilst I am
alive, and afterwards— when I am no more — we won't
talk or think of such an eventuality. It isn't pleasant

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to contemplate, and may not happen for mriny yenrs.
I am not ko old as you might think. My infirmity is
due to accident; and my digestion is, or rather was,
first-rate. I could eat and drink anything before I was
married. Now I am condemned to see others eat and
drink what I have laid in for my own consumption, and
I am put oflf with the drumstick of the fowl, or the
poorest swipes of ale, whilst the others toss oflf my stout
— bottled stout. I will not endure this any longer.
Tell that girl — I forget her name — and her mother that
they must come to me.'

* But suppose they will not come.'

'They will, I know they will. The female heart is
tf^nder and sympathetic, and compassionates misery.
My suffering will induce them to come. If that will
not, why then the prospects of being comfortably off
and free from cares will make them come. 1 hav««
plenty of money. I won't tell you, I have not told
Admonition, how much. I have money in the Col-
chester Bank. I have South Sea shares, and insurances,
and mortgages, and I shall not let Admonition have
more money than I can help, as it all goes on cousin
Timothy, and whirligigs and horsemanships, or regattas,
and red ribands, and whatnot; none is spent on me.
No, no. The Sharlands shall have my money. They
are my cousins. I have cousins as well as Admonition.
I will be a man and show that I have courage too. But I
have another inducement that will be sure to bring them.
'What is that?'

* I have observed,' said Pettican, with a hiccuppy
giggle, ' that just as tom-cats will range all over the
country in search of other tom-cats, just for the pleasure
of clawing them and tearing out their hair, so women

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185

will bunt the whole country-side for other women, if
there be a chance of fighting them. Tell my cousin
liiddy that Admonition is game, she has teeth, and
tongue, and nails, and sets up her back in a corner, and
likes a scrimmage above everything, and my word for
it, Liddy — unless the ague has taken the female nature
out of her — will be here before nightfall to try her
teeth, and tongue, and nails on Admonition. It is said
that if on a May morning you rub your eyes with cuckoo
spittle, you see things invisible before, the fairies in tlie
hoes dancing and feasting, swimming in eggshells on
the water to bore holes in ships' sides, milking the cows
before the maids come with the pail, and stealing the
honey from the hives. Well, marriage does much the
siime sort of thing to a man as salving his eyes in
cuckoo spittle ; it affords him a vision of a world un-
dreamt of before ; it gives him an insight into what is
going on in the female world, and the workings and
brewings and the mischief in women's hearts. Tell
Liddy Sharland about my Admonition, and she will be
here, with all her guns run out and ready charged,
before nightfall.'

Rebow shook his head. * Mistress Sharland ana
Glory won't come.'

* Don't say so. They must, or I shall be undone.
I cannot live as I have, tyrannised over, insulted,
trampled on by Admonition and her cousin. I jvill no
longer endure it. The flag is flying. I have proclaimed
my independence and defiance. But, as you see, I am
unable to live alone. If Liddy and her daughter will
not come to me, I shall be driven to do something
desperate. My life has become intolerable, I will bear
with Admonition no longer.'

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* What will you do ? ' asked Elijah with a sneer.

* I tell you, I do not care. I am reckless, I will
even fire the house, and burn it ovor their heads.'

* What good would that do ? '

* What good would it do ? ' repeated Pettican. * It
would no longer be a shelter for Admonition and that
brau Timothy. I am not going to be trifled with, I
have endured too much. I will be a man. I shouldn't
mind a bit smoking them out of this snug lair.'

* And what about yourself ? '

* Oh, as for me, I could go to the Blue Anchor, and
put up there for the rest of my days. I think I could
be happy in a tavern, happier tlian here, and T shov.ld
have the satisfaction of thinking I had shaken the
weevils out of the biscuit.'

Elijah started, and strode up and down the room,
with head bent, and his eyes fixed on the floor. His
hands were clenched and rigid at his side.

' You will tell Liddy,' said the cripple, watching him.

* Smoke them out I Ha ! ha I that is a fine idea ! '
burst forth from Elijah, with a laugli.

'You will tell Liddy,' repeated Charles Pettican.
* You must, you know, or I am lost. If Admonition
were to return with Timothy at her heels, and v/ere to
find the flag flying, and me alone ' he passed his
agitated hand o\er his face, and his lips trembled.
'I see,' said Rebow. 'You would then cease to be a man.'
It was late when Admonition and her cousin returned
from the market. It was so dark that they did not see
the flag. But as Admonition put her hand on the gate
it was grasped.

* Stop,' said Elijah. ' A word with you.'

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187

* Who are you ? ' asked Mrs. Pbitican in ahu m, and
Timothy swaggered forward to her defence.

* Never mind who I am. I have waited here some
hours to warn you. Was there a girl, a liandsome girl,
B glorious girl, here to see that man, your husband, a
month ago ? You need not answer. I know there wiis.
She is his cousin. He lent her money.'

* No, he did not. I stopped that, didn't I, Tim ? '

* He lent her money. You think you stopped that,
but you did not. He let her have the money, twenty
pounds, how I know not. She had his money, and she
will have more, a?/, unless you keep a sharp watch on him.'

* Tim 1 do you hear this ? ' asked Admonition.

*He will send for his cousin to live in the house
with him, and to support him against you.*
» Oh, oh I That's fine, isn't it, Tim ? '

* If they come, your reign is at an end. That girl,
Glory, has a head of iron and the heart of a lion. No
one can stand against her but one. There is only one
in all the world has dared to conquer her, and he will
do it yet. Don't you think you will be able to lift a
little finger against her will. She will be too strong for
you and a hundred of your Timothys.'

Admonition laughed. ' My little mannikin daren't
do it. He is under my thumb.'

* The flag is flying,' sneered Elijah.

At that moment the faint light of evening broke
through the clouds and Admonition saw the Union Jack
at the mast-head.

* He is right. There is audacity 1 Run, Tim, haul
it down, and bring it me. It shall go into the kitchen
fire to boil the water for a glass of grog.*

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MEHALAH.

CHAPTER XIV,

ON THE BURNT HILL.

It was Christmas Eve. A hrvrd frost had set in. The
leaves which had hung on the thorn trees on the Ray
rained off and were whirled away by the wind and
scattered over the rising and falling waters in the Rhyn.
On the saltings were many pools, filled from below,
through crab burrows, from the channels ; when the
tide mounted, the water squirted up through these
passages and brimmed the pools, and when the tide fell,
it was sucked down through them as if running out of
a colander. Now a thin filnn of ice was formed about
the edges of these pondlets, and the marsh herbs that
dipped in them were encased in crystal. The wild
geese and ducks came in multitudes, and dappled the
water of Mersea channel.

' There's four gone,' said Abraham Dowsing in a
sulky voice to Mehalah.

'Four what?'

' Four ewes to be sure, of what else have we more
than one ? '

' Where are they ?

*That is what I should like to know. Two went
yesterday, but I said nothing about it, as I thought they
might be found, or that I hadn't counted aright ; but
there's two more missing to-day.'

' What can have become of them ? *

' It's no use asking me. Is it like I should know ? '

* But this is most extraordinary. They must have
wandered off the saltings, on to the causeway, and fo
got away/

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189

* That is likely, ain't it,' said Abraham. * It is like
the ways of sheep, to scatter, and two or three to go off
and away from all the flock. I'll believe that when
sheep change their nature.'

* They must have fallen into a pool and been
drowned.'

* Then I should find their carcases ; but I haven't.
Perhaps there has been a spring tide at the wrong time
of the year and overflowed and drowned them. That's
likely, isn't it ? '

* But, Abraham, they must be fouud.*
' Then you must find 'em yourself.'

* Where can they be ? '

* I've told you it is no use asking me.'

* Can they have been stolen ? '

* I reckon that is just about it.'

* Stolen I ' exclaimed Mehalah, her blood flatihing to
her face and darkening cheek and brow. * Do you mean
to tell me that some scoundrel has been here in the
night, and carried off four of our ewes ? '

Abraham shrugged his shoulders ; ' Mud tells tales
at times.'

Mehalah trembled with anger.

* Some boat was here last night, and night afore, and
the keel marks remain. I saw them, and I saw foot-
prints of sheep too, near them.'

* When ? '

* The tide is up, and you can't see. Near the Burnt
Hill.'

' Abraham, this is not to be borne.'
« Who is to help it?'

* I will. I will watch,' she stamped her foot fiercely

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MEHALAH.

on the red glasswort ; * I will kill the cowardly sneaking
thief who comes here to rob the widow and the orphan.*

* You must see him first,* said Abraham, * and sheep-
steal ers don't generally let themselves be seen.*

* A man who steals sheep can be hung for it.'
' Yes.*

* I'll catch him,' she laughed, * and the gallows will
be set up on the Burnt Hill, and then he shall dangle
till bis bones drop away into the ooze.'

* You must catch him first,' said the shepherd, and
shrugged his shoulders again.

Mehalah strode up and down in the marsh, her
brows knit, and the veins swollen on her temples. She
breathed fast and her blood sang in her ears. To be
robbed in this cowardly manner I The thought was
maddening. Hitherto she and her mother had deemed
themselves perfectly eafe on the Ray : nothing had ever
been taken from them ; the ooze and the sea water
walled them in. The Ray '^as a trap from which there
was no escape save by boat. It was said that once a
deserter found his way into Mersea Isle and lingered
about the marshes for many days. He dared not return
by the causeway, thinking it would be watched and he
would be secured, and he had no money wherewith to
bribe a boatman to put him across elsewhere. One
evening he lit on a farmer with a spade over his
shoulder going to the sea-wall to block a rent against
an expected tir'e. He fell on the man from behind,
wrenched away lis spade and cut his head open with it,
then turned out his pockets in search of coin, but found
none. The man was t^ken. He could not escape, and
was hung on the marshes where the murder was done,
by the mouth of the Pyefleet.

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191

If Mersea was a trap, bow much more so the Kay.
The Sharlands had not even a lock to their door. No
one was ever seen on the island after dark save those
who dwelt there, for the hill was surrounded on all
sides, save where girt by the sea, by a labyrinth of
creeks and pools. A robber there would be like a fly
in a cobweb, to be caught at once. The sheep were
allowed to ramble all over the marsh and saltingjj, they
could thread their way ; and it was only when the
moon was full or new, and the wind in the south-east,
that the shepherd drove them into fold till the waters
subsided. There were times — such as the coincidence
of a peculiar wind with an equinoctial tide — when to
leave the sheep on the marsh would be to ensure their
being drowned. This was so well known, that precaui,ion
was always taken against the occasion.

Tlie sense of being treated unjustly, of being cruelly
wronged, o^ advantage being taken of uheir feebleness,
filled Mehalah's heart with bitterness, with rage. An
over-mastering desire for revenge came upon her. She,
a girl, would defend her property, and chastise the man
who injured her. She gave up all thought of obtaining
the assistance of Abraham, if it ever entered her mind.
The old man was too slow in his movements, and dull
of sight and hearing, to be of use. As likely as not,
moreover, he would refuse to risk himself on the salt-
ings at night, to expose himself to the ague damp
or the bullet. What coi^ld he, a feeble old loon, ao
against a sturdy sheep-steaier r

* Whom do you suspect ? ' asked Glory abruptly.
He drew up his shoulders.

* Come, tell me,'

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MEHALAH.

• An empty belly.'

' Abraham I one man cannot have taken four sheep
for himself.*

Another shrug.

There was nothing to be got out of the dogged rustic
Mehalah waited till evening, then she wrapped a cloak
round her, put her pistol in her belt, and walked through
the marsh to the point indicated by the shepherd as the
Burnt Hill.

Through all the low flat coast land of this region,
above the saltings, or pasture overflowed by high tides
occasionally, are scattered at irregular intervals large
broad circular mounds of clay burned to brick red, in-
terspersed with particles of charcoal. A few fragments
of bone are found in them, relics of the meals of those
who raised these heaps, but they cover no urns, and
enclose no cists, they contain no skeletons. They were
never intended as funeral monuments, and are quite
different from the hoes or barrows wnich stand on high
land, and which were burial mounds. The burnt or red
hills are always situate at high -water mark ; near them,
below the sm'face of the vegetable deposit, are multitudes
of oyster shells. Near them also are sometimes found,
FUjik in the marsh, polished chert weapons. Who raised
these mounds ? For what purpose were they reared ?
These are questions that cannot be answered satisfac-
torily. One thing is certain. An immense amount of
wood must have been consumed to burn such a mass of
clay, and the countij must then have been more over-
grown with timber than at present. Many of the
mounds are now enclosed iu fields by sea-walls whicii
hold out the tide, the plough has been drawn over them.

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193

and the spade hag scattered tliem over the surface,
colouring a whole field brick red, and making it rich
for the production of corn. T! "e is no better manure
than a red hill.

But why were these moimds so laboriously raised '
The tradition of the marsli -dwellers is that they were
platforms for huts, the earth burned as a prevention to
ague. It is curious that in the marshy regions of
Central Africa the natives adopt a precisely similar
method for their protection from miasma. But why
men ^welt in such numbers on the saltings remains
undetermined. Whether they lived there to burn the
glass wort for nitre, or to steam the sea water for salt,
or to take charge of oyster grounds, is uncertain.
Fragments, very broken, of pottery are found in these
heaps, scattered throughout them, but not a specimen
of a perfect vessel. The burnt bills are built up on the
old shingle of the shore, with no intervening line of
vegetable matter, the growth of the marsh has been
later and has risen about their bases and has partly
buried them.

Grlory reached the Burnt Hill, and stood on it. A
cold east wind wailed over the waste ; a white fog like
curd lay on the water, and the surface of the saltings,
clinging to the surface and rising scarce above three feet
from it. Here and there it lifted itself in a vaporous
column, and moved along in the wind like a white spectral
woman, nodding her head and waving her arms cum-
bered with wet drapery. Above, the sky was clear, and
a fine crescent moon sparkled in it without quenching
tlie keenness of the stars. Cassiopeia was glorious in
her chair, Orion burned sideways over Mersea Isle

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MEHALAH.

No red gleam was visible to-night from the tavern
window at the City, the veil of fog hung over it and
curtained it off. To the north-west was a silvery glow
at the horizon, then there rose a pure ray as of return-
ing daylight, it was answered by a throb in the north
east, then it broke into two rays, and again united and
spread, and suddenly was withdrawn. Mehalah had
often seen the Aurora, and she knew that the signals
portended increased cold or bad weather.

She seated herself on the mound, and drew her
cloak about her more closely, the damp cold bit into
her flesh ; she knew she was safe from ague on the
burnt earth.

Her anger subsided, not that she resented the wrong
the less, but that her mind had passed to other con-
templations. She was thinking of Greorge, of her dead
hopes, of the blankness of the future before her. A
little sunlight had fallen on her sad and monotonous
life, but it had been withdrawn, and had left her with
nothing to live for, save her F\other. Her heart had begun
to expand as a flower, and a frost had fallen on it, and
blackened its petals. She brooded now on the past.
She wished for nothing in the future. She had no care
for the present. It was all one to her what befell her,
so long as her mother were cared for. She had no one
else to love. She was without a friend. She would
resent an injury, and fight an enemy. Greorge might
have introduced her into a new world of gentleness, and
pity, and love. Now the door to that world was shut
for ever, and she must beat her way through a world of
hard realities, where every man's hand was lilted against
his brother, and where was hate and resentment, and

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105

exacting of the uttennost farthinjj. She had gone forth
Bcekirig help, aiifl except from Geor<^e, had found none.
Mrs. De Witt, Phoebe Musset, Admonition, such were
the women she had met ; and the men were selfish as
Parson Till, fools as Charles Pettican, surly a3 Abraham
Dowsing, or brutal as Elijah Pebow.

Hark ! — She caught the dip of an oa*^.

She drew in her breath and raised her head. Then
ehe saw a boat shoot out of the mist, white and ghost-
like as the mist forms that stalked over me water, and
in the boat a man.

There he was I The sheep-stealer, come once more
to rob her mother and herself. At once her furious
passion boiled up in her veins. She saw before her the
man who had wronged her ; she thought nothing of her
own weakness beside his strength, of there being no one
within call to come to her aid, should his arm be stouter
than hers. She sprj,ng to her feet with a shout, suoh
as an Indian might utter on leaping on his foo, and
rushed to the water's edge, just as the man had landed,
and had her hands at his throat in a moment.

*You coward, you thief 1* she cried shaking him
savagely.

«GloryI'

In an instant a pair of stronger hands had wrenched
her hands away and pinioned them. -

' By heaven 1 you wild cat, what are you flying at
me like that for ? What has brought you here at this
time of night ? *

Mehalah was abashed. Her rage sank. She had
mistaken her man. This was no sheep-stealer. She
could not speak, so great was her agitation. She

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writhed to free herself, but writhed in vain. Elijah
laughed at her attempts.

* What are you here for ? ' he asked again. * Can
you not answer my question ? *

* Some one has been stealing our ewes,* she said.

* And you took me for the thief,' said Rebow, * ]Much
obliged for the compliment. Me — the owner of Red
Hall, and the man that purchased the Ray, the farm
house, and the marshes and the saltings and all that
thereon is for eight hundred pounds, to be taken and
hanged for sheep-lifting I A likely story, Glory. You
must manage better another time.'

* What brings you here ? * asked Mehalah sullenly,
angry with herself and with him.

* That is the question I asked of you, and you return
it. I will tell you. I am out duck-shooting, but the
mist lies so thick on the water, and eats into the marrow
of the bones. I could see no ducks, and I was freezing
in my punt ; so I have come to lie with my gun on the
Burnt Hill awhile till the fog clears, as it will in an
hour, when I shall return.'

* Were you here yesterday night ? '

* No, I was not ; I was up Tottesbuiy creek and got
a dozen pair of wild duck. Will you have some ? I
have a pair or two in the punt.'

*I have refused them before, and I refuse them
again.'

* Why do you ask me if I were here yesternight ? '
•Because then two sheep were taken. Were you

here the night before ? *

* No, I was then on Abbots' Hall marshes. Do you
Buspect me still of sheep-stealing ? ' he asked scoffingly.

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107

* I do not, but I thought had you been liere you
might have seen Home .signs of the villains who have
robbed us.'

* Corae here, Glory 1 out of the fog on to the Burnt
Hill/

* I am going home.'

* You are not, till I have said what I have to say.
Come out of the ague damps.*

' I am going home, now.'

He held her by both wrists. She was strong, but
her strength was nothing to his. She made no great
effort to get away. If he chose to speak to her, she
would listen to him. If she struggled in his grasp, it
would make him think she feared him. She would not
allow him to suppose himself of such importance to hei*.
If he insulted her, she had her pistol, and she would
not scruple to defend herself.

He drew her to the top of the mount ; there they
were clear of the mist, which lay like snow below and
round them, covering the morass and the water. The
clear cut crescent moon hung over a clump of pines on
Mersea. Rebow looked at it, then waved an arm in the
direction.

' Do you see Grim's Hoe yonder ? — That great bar-
row with the Scotch pines on top ? Do you know how
it comes there ? Have you heard the tale ? '

Mehalah was silent.

' I will tell you, for I often think of it, and so will
you when you have been told the tale. In the old times
when the Danes came here, they wintered on Mersea Isle,
and in the summer they cruised all along the coast,
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two cliiefa to them, brothers, who loved one another, they
were twins, born the same hour, and they liad but one
heart and soul ; what one willed that willed the other,
wliat one desired that the other desired also. One
Bpiing they sailed up the creek to St. Osyth's, and there
they took Osyth and killed her. She had a sister, very
beautiful, and she fell to the lot of the brothers. They
brought her back to Mersea, and then each would have
her for his own. So the brothers fell out whose she
ehoula be, and all their love turned to jealousy, and their
brotherhood to enmity, and it came about that they
fought with their long swords who should have the maid.
They fought, and nmote, and hacked one another till
their armour was broken, and their flesh was cut off,
a. J their blood flowed away, and by nightfall they were
both dead. Thereupon the Danes drew their ship up to
the top of the hill just above the Strood, and they
placed the ma'*d in the hold with a dead brother on
either side of her, in his tattered harness, sword in hand,
and they heaped a mountain over them and buried them
all, the living and the dead together.'

Rebow paused, and pointed to the moon hung over
the hoe.

' When the new moon appears, the flesh grows on
their bones, and the blood stanches, and the wounds
close, and breath comes back behind their ribs. When
the moon is full they rise in the ship's hold and fall on
one another, and if you listen at full moon on the hoe
you can hear the brothers fighting below in the heart of
the barrow. You hear them curse and cry out, and
you hear the clash of their swords. But when the moon
wanes the sounds grow fainter, their armour falls to bitSj

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their flesh drops away, the blood oozes out of all the
hacked veins, a?id at last all is still. Then, when there
is no moon, you can hear the maid mourning and sob-
bing : you oan hear her quite distinctly till the new
inoon reappears, and then she is hushed, for the brothers
are recovering for a new fight. This will go on month
after month, year after year, till one conquers the other
and wins the maid ; but that will never be, for the
brothers are of the same age, and equally strong, and
equally resolute.'

* Why have you told me this ? * asked Mehslah.

* Why have I told you this, Glory ? ' repeated Rebow ;

* because you and I are like those brothers, only they
began with love and ended with fighting, and you and I
begin with fighting and must and shall end with love.
I love you. Glory, and yet, at times, I almost hate
you.*

* And I,' broke in Mehalah, *hate you with my whole
heart, and never, never can love you.*

* You have a strong spirit, so have I,* said Elijah ;

* I like to hear you speak thus. For long you have lot
me see that you have hated me : you have fought me
hard, but you shall love me yet. We must fight, Glory ;
it is our destiny. We were made for one another, to
love and fight, and fight and love, till one has conquered
or killed the other. How can you live at the Ray, and
I at Red Hall, apart ? You know, you feel it, that we
must be together to love and fight, and fight and love,
till death. What is the use of your struggling a(jainst
what must come about ? ^ soon as ever I saw you I
knew that you were ordained for me from the moment
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me, and no onf> else. You thought yon loved Goorp^e
T)e Witt. I h.'ited you for loving him. He was not
worthy of you, a poor, fooligji, frightened sop. You
would have taken him and turned him insido out and
torn him to pieces, in a week, disgusted with the fellow
that made calf-love to you, when you had sounded his
soul and found a bottom as soon as the lead went out of
your hand. You thought George De Witt would belong
to you. It could not be. You cannot oppose your
destiny. A strong soul like yours must not mate but
with a strong soul like mine. Till I saw you I hated
women, poor, thin-headed, hollow-souled toys. When I
saw you I saw the only woman who could be mine,
and I knew, as the pointers yonder know the polestar,
that you were destined to me. You hate me be-
cause you know this as well as I do. You know that
there is no man on earth who can be yours save me,
but you will play and fight with your destiny. Sooner
or later you must bend to it. Sooner or later you must
give way. You thought of George De Witt, and he
is swept out of your path. You may fancy any other
man, and he will go this way or that, and nothing
will prosper till you set your face in the direction
whither yoiur destiny points. You can take no other
than me, however much you may desire it. You need
me and I need you. You may hate me and go on
bating me and fighting me to the last, but you cannot
escape me.

' Elijah,* said Mehalah, * escape you I will. Since I
have known vou, you have been mixed up with all the

ills that have come upon us, I do not know how ; but I
seem to feel that you are like an evil wind or a blight-

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inp; cloud pansing over my life. I would look up and
liiugli, but I cannot, I turn liard, and hate the world —
only because you are in it. It would be another world
without you.' 4

*Why do you turn hard and hate the world? .
Because you are on a wrong road, you are battling
against your destiny. All goes across with you, because
you are across your proper path. Why do you hate
me? Because you feel in your soul that you must
sooner or later be mine, and your haughty will rebels
against having your future determined for you. Yet I
know it. The time is at hand when you will take me
for better, for worse, for all life. We cannot live a
moment the one without the other. If I were to die
you would die too, you would rage and writhe against
death, but it would come. I know it. Our lives are
bound up together in one bundle, and the knife that
cuts one string cuts the other also. Our souls are twins
to bve and to hate, to fondle and fight, till death us do
part 1 Till death us do part 1 ' repeated Rebow scornfully.
* Death can no more part us than life. We will live
together and we will die together, and moulder away .
in one another's arms. The worm that gnaws me shall
gnaw you. I think of you night and day. I cannot
help it : it is my fate. I knew it wan so the moment I
saw you. I came here. I cannot keep away till you
come to me to Red Hall.'

* I shall never go there again,' said Mehalah sullenly.

♦ Not before New Year ? '

•Never.' .

He laughed. ' She would swear to it, and yet at
the New Year she will be there. And ahe will take me

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and be mine. For me she must and will love. It is
her fate ; she cannot oppose that for eyer. For me she
would even give up George De Witt.'

* Q-eorge De Witt is dead.*

* I say, were it to come to this, George or Elijah,
one or the other, you would fly to Elijah and cast
George off.'

*Let me go. I will have no more of this mad
babble,' said Mehalah, wrenching her hands out of his
grasp. She would not run away. She was too proud.
She folded her arms on her breast and confronted him.

* Hark I ' she said, ' the Christmas bells.*

Faint and far off could be heard the merry pealing
of the Colchester bells. The wind had shifted.

* Peace on earth and good will to men,' muttered
Elijah; 'but to them that figlit against their destiny
fury and hate.'

*Go back, Elijah, and speak to me no more on this
matter. I will not hear you again. I have but endured
it now.*

* This is Christmas Eve,* said Rebow. * In eight
days is the New Year, and then you will be in Red
Hall, Glory I *

* Listen to me, Elijah,' exclaimed Mehalah passion-
ately. * If you find me there, then you may hope to
see your other fond dream fulfilled. Destiny will have
been too strong for me.'

'Farewell.*

* May we not meet again.'

•^ We shall. It cannot be helped. I feel it coming,

' You may fight against it ; you cannot escape. Destiny

must fulfil itself. We must fight and love, and love

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and fight in life, in death, and through eternity, like
the old warriors in Grim's Hoe.*

* Farewell.'

•TiU this day sen'night,'

CHAPTER XV.

NEW TEARS EVE.

No more sheep were stolen ; hut then the moon was
filling her horns, and a robbery could not be committed
without chance of detection. But though nothing
further had been taken, Mehalah was uneasy. Some
evilly-disposed person had visited the Ray and plun-
dered her and her mother of four ewes ; others, or the
same, might attempt the house, in the hopes of finding
money there. The auction had shown people that Mis-
tress Sharland was not without money.

On New Year's Eve Mehalah went to Colchester to
make some purchases for the New Year. The kalends
of January and not the Nativity of Christ is the great
winter festival among the Essex peasantry on the coast.
They never think of wishing one another a Happy
Christmas, but only a Merry New Year. No yule log
is bm-nt, no mummers dance, no wassail bowl is con-
sumed at Christmas, but each man who can afford it
deems himself bound to riot and revel, to booze and sing,
to wake the death of the old year, and baptise the new
with libations of brandy or ale.

When Mehalah returned, she brought with her a new
lock and key for the house-door. There had been once

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a lock there, l)ut it had been broken many years ago,
and had never been repaired. On the Ray no lock was
needed, it had been supposed. Mehalah was of a
different opinion now. The short day had closed some
iime ago; she had seen it die over Bradwell from
Abberton Hill, but the full moon was rising, and she
knew her way over the marshes, she could thread the
tangle easily by moonlight. She reached the Ray, threw
open the door, and strode in. Her mother was by the
fire, with her head on the table. Mehalah's heart stood
still for a moment, and then her face flushed. The
smell of spirits in the close room, the attitude of her
mother, the stupefied eyes which opened on her, and
then closed again without recognition, convinced her
that her mother had been drinking.

Mehalah was angry as well as distressed. This was
a new trouble, one to which she was quite unaccustomed.
She knew that her mother had taken a little rum-and-
water against her ague, and she had not grudged it her.
But of late there had been something more than this.
Since Rebow had supplied Mrs. Sharland with spirits,
the old woman had been unable to resist the temptation
of going to her keg whenever she felt lonely or depressed.
Mehalah had insisted on her mother receiving no more
from Elijah Rebow, but she was by no means certain
that the widow had complied with her desire. The
sight of her mother in this condition angered Mehalah,
for she was sure now that a fresh supply had been
obtained, and was secreted somewhere. She was angry
with her mother for deceiving her and with Rebow for
tempting the old woman and laying her under an obli-
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having watched her mother more closply, and explored
the places of concealment which abounded in the old
house.

She stood over her mother for some moments with
folded arms and bowed bead, her brows knit, and a
gloomy light in her eyes. Then she shook her roughly
and spoke harshly to her.

* Mother I answer me. You have received more from
Rel)ow ? *

' It was very kind, very kind indeed,* stuttered the
old woman. * Capital for ague shivers and rheumatic
pains in the bones.'

* Has Elijah been here again ? '

* He's wery civil ; he knows what suits old bones.'

* Has he brought you another keg ? *

*It is stowed away,' said the widow drowsily.
* Quite comfortable. Go to bed, Mehalah, it's time to
get up.'

The girl drew back in disgust and wrath. Elijah
was making her own mother despicable in her eyes. She
was quite resolved what to do. She thrust open the
door to the cellar, and behind a heap of faggots found
a fresh keg, evidently recently brought, and quite fidl.
She drew it forth into the front room and held it up.

* Mother I ' she shouted.

* I am here, Mehalah. The ague isn't on me yet.*

• • Do you see this little cask ? It is full, quite full.*

* Don't do that, child, you may drop it.'

* I shall dash it to pieces,' said the girl, and she
flung it with her whole force on the bricks. A stave
was broken : the precious liquor spurted out. Some
Jew into the fire and flashed into blue flame up the

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chimney. In a moment the floor was swimming, and
the thirsty bricks were sucking in the spirit. The old
woman was too besotted with drink to understand what
was done. Mehalah's bosom heaved with passion and
excitement.

' I have done wHh that,' she sai'' ; * I said that I
would, and I have kept my word. Never, never shall
my poor mother be like this again. He did it.*
She knit her hands, and a fire flickered in her eye, like
that of the burning spirit in the chimney.

' Now come to bed, mother.* She drew or carried
the old woman out of the room, undressed her, and put
her in bed. Mrs. Sharland made no resistance. She
submitted drowsily, and her head was no sooner on the
pillow than she fell asleep.

Mehalah returned to the front room. She got out
some tools and set herself to work at once to fasten
on the lock. She was accustomed to doing all sorts of
things herself; she could roughly carpenter, she had
often patched her boat. The old farmhouse was in a
decayed condition and needed much mending, and for
several years she had done what was required to it. To
put on a lock was a trifle ; but the old nails that had
fastened Uie former lock remained in the wood, and had
to be punched out, and tie keyhole was not quite in
the right place when the lock was first put on, and had
to be altered. At length the lock was fast, a strong
Idck, strong for such a worm-eaten door.

Mehalah went to her mother's room and looked at
the old woman. She slept heavily, unlike her usual
sleep, which would be broken at once by the entry of
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Mehaiah returned to the kitchen and seated herself
at the hearth. How louo^ had this keg of spirits been
in the house ? She had paid no attention to the intro-
duction of spirits since George's death, her mind had
been occupied with other matters. Her mother and
Ilel)ow had taken advantage of this. How was it that
Rebow came to the house when she was away ? He
never came when she was present, at least not since the
night when the money was stolen ; but she was sure
that he visited her mother during her absence, from
little things let drop by the old woman.

How did he manage to time his visits so as not to
meet her ? She would find out when he was last at
the Kay Farm, She sprang up, and went out of the
door, unlocking It to let herself go forth ; arid she
called Abraham. There was no answer. ^ The old man
was already turned into his loft over the cowhouse, and
asleep.

She called him again, but with equal want of
success. Not a thunderbolt falling on the thorns be-
side the house would rouse him. Mehaiah knew that,
and went back to her seat by the fire, relocking the
door. * I will ask him in the morning. He must know.*

She drew off her shoes, and put her bare feet on
the warm hearth. She was without her guernsey and
cap, for she did not wear them when she went to
Colchester.

She fell, as was her wont, to thinking. Since the
death of George, she had been accustomed to sit thus
over the fire, after her mother had retired. She was
not thinking of him now, fihe was thinking of Elijah.
Ill's words, his strange, mad, fierce* words, came back tQ

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her. Was there a destiny shaping her life against her
will, and forcin<^ her into his arms ? She shuddereil
at the thought. To hate and love, and love and hate,
year out, year in, that was what they were fated to do,
according to liim. That he was drawn towards her by
some attractive power exercised against her will, she
knew full well, but she would not allow that he exer-
cised the least attraction on her. Yet she did feel that
there was some sort of spell upon her. Hate him as
she did and would, she knew that she could not altogether
escape him, she had an instinctive consciousness that
she was held by him, she did not understand how, in
his hands. Perhaps it was her destiny to hate and
fight him ; for how long ? Love him she never could,
she never would. There was an assurance in his manner
and tone which impressed her against her better judg-
ment. He spoke as though it were but a matter of
time before she yielded herself wholly to him, and came
under his roof and joined her lot with his, for life and
for death. What right had he to assume this ? What
grounds had he for this confidence ? None but a blind,
dogged conviction in his own mind that destiny had
ordained them for each otht Then she thought of
the story of Grim's Hoe, of the two who loved and
hated, embraced and fought eternally therein, those
two destined from their mother's womb to be together
in life and death, with twin souls and bodies, who had
they lived in love might have rested in death, but as
they fought must fight on. There they were, 'n the old
liollow womb of the ship down in the earth in darkness,
loving one another as brothers, fighting each other as
rivals; the conflict lasting till one shall master th«

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other, a thin;^ that never can be, for both were born
with equal strength, and equal purpose, and equal
stubbornness of will. The fumes of the spilled spirits
hung in the air, and stimulated Mehalah's brain.
Instead of stupefying, they quickened her mind into
activity. Her heart beat. She felt as if she were in
the. ship hold watching the eternal conflict, and as if
she must take a part with one or the other ; as if her
so doing would determine the victory. But which
should she will to conquer, when each was the coimter-
part of the other ? She could not bear this thought,
she could not endure the fumes of the spirit, it suffocated
her. She sprang up. The full moon was glaring in at
the window from a cloudless sky.

She opened the door. The air was cold, but there
was little wind. She could see on the south-east horizon,
at the highest point of the island, the great Hoe crowned
with black pines.

The moon was at full. The old warriors were now
hewing at one another, and the dim, frightened captive
maid looked on with her hands on her heart, her great
eyes gleaming like glow-worms in the decaying ship
hold. Ha I at each sword stroke the sparks flashed.
Hal the cut flesh glimmered like phosphorescent fish,
and the blood ran like blue fire. Was the story true ?
Could anyone hear the warriors shout and smite, who
chose to listen at the full of the moon ? The distance to
Grim's Hoe was not over two miles. Mehalah thought
she must go there and listen with her own ears. She
would go.

Once more she returned to her mother's room, and
t^aw that ISIrs. Sharland was asleep. Then she drew on

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her shoes, her guernsey, and her red cap, went, nut, looked
the door, and put the key in her pocket.

* Who went there ? * She started. She thought
she saw something — some one, move ; but then laughed.
The moon was so bright that it cast her shadow on the
wall, distinct and black as if it were a palpable body.
She stood still, listened, and looked round. She could
see the stretch of the saltings as distinctly as if it were
day, only that the shadows were inky black, not purple
as by sunlight. Not a sound was to be heard.

* I will go,' she said, and she strode off towards the
causeway.

The path over the maTshes was perfectly distinct.
She walked fast, the earth crackled under her feet, the
frost was keen. Her eyes rose ever and anon to Grim's
Hoe. The pines on it did not stir, they stood like
mourners above a grave.

The Mersea channel gleamed like a belt of silver,
not a ripple was on the water on the west side of the
causeway, and but slight flapping wavelets, driven by
the north-east wind, played with the tangles on the piles
on the other side of the Strood.

She reached the island of Mersea by the causeway,
now dry, and began to ascend the hill. Once she turned
and looked back. She could see the Ray rising above
the marshes, bathed in moonlight, patched with coal
black shadows cast by the ancient thorn trees, and the
farm buildings.

Before her rose the great barrow, partly overgrown
with shrubs, but bare on the north-west towards the
Strood. It was a bell-shaped mound rising some thirty
feet above the surface of the ground. She paused a

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moment at the foot and listened. Not a sound, JSlie
must then climb the tumulus, and lie on the top between
the pine8, and lay her ear to the ground. She stepped
boldly up the little path trodden by children and sheep,
and in a few moments was at the top. She stopped to
breathe, to look up at the wan white moon that gazed
down on her, and then she cast herself on the ground,
with her face to the north west.

What was that ? A fir cone fell beside her. There
was no sound. Hist I a stoat ran past and disappeared
in a hole. Then she heard screams. A poor rabbit was
attacked and its blood sucked. She lifted her head,
and then laid it on the ground again. Her eyes were
fixed on the distance.

What was that ? In a moment she was on her feet.

What was that red spot over the marshes, on the
Ray, among the trees ? What was that leaping, dancing,
lambent tongue, shooting up and recoiling ? What was
that white rising cloud above the thorns ?

Before she knew where she was, Mehalah was flying
down the hill towards the Strood, the dead Danish
warriors forgotten in the agony of her fear. As she ran
on, her eyes never left the Ray, and she saw the red
light grow in intensity and spread in body. The farm
was on fire. The house was on fire, and her mother
was in a dead sleep within— locked in — and the key
was in her pocket.

God 1 what had she done ? Why had she gone ?
Had not the spilled spirits caught fire and set the house
in flames I Why had she locked her mother in ? a thing
never done before. Mehalah ran, terror, horror, anguish
at her heart. She did not look at her path, she took

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it instinctively, she flid not heed the rude bridi^ea, sho
dashed across them, and one broke under her hasty toot,
and fell away after she had passed. The flames were
climbing higher. She could see them devouring the
wooden tarred walls. Then came a great burst of fire,
and a rushing upwards of blazing sparks. The roof had
fallen in. A pillar of blue and golden light stood up
and illumined the whole Ray. The thorn trees looked
now like wondr us, finely-ramified, golden seaweeds in
a dim blue sea. Mehalah would not pause to look at
anything, she saw only flames leaping and raging where
was her home, where lay her mother. How could she
reach the place before the house was a wreck, and her
dear mother was buried beneath the burned timbers
of the roof, and the hot broken tiles ?

She was there at last, before the great blaze ; she
could see that some one or two men were present.

* My mother, my mother I * she gasped, and fell on
her knees.

' Be still, Griory, she is safe, no thanks to you.*

Mehalah lost consciousness for a few moments. The
revulsion of feeling was so great as to overcome her.
When she recovered, she was still unable for some
time to gather all her faculties together, rise, look
round, and note what had taken place.

The whole farmhouse was on fire, every wall was
flaming, and part of tlie roof had fallen in. If once
the house were to catch fire it was certain to go like
tinder. A spout of flame came out of her mother'8
bed-room window. The fire glowed and roared in the
old kitchen sitting-room.

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•Where is my mothor?' asked AFchalah alnniptly.

* She is all safe,' answered Abraham Dowsinj^, wlio
wjis d nigging some saved bedding out of reach of the
hparks. * She is in the boat.'

* The cow ? ' asked Mehalah.

* She is all right also. Tlie fire has not caught the
stable.'

* Who got my mother out ? '

* T did, Glory 1 ' answered Elijah Rebow. * You owe
her life to me. Why were you not here? Fighting
your destiny, I suppose.'

Several articles were scattered about under the trees.
The Sharlands had not many valuables ; such as they
liad seemed to have been saved.

* Where is my mother ? Ticad me to her.*

* She is in the boat, Glory ! ' said Rebow. * Come
with me. The fire must burn itself out. There is
nothing further to be done ; we must put your mother
at once under shelter. There is a cruel frost, and she
will suffer.'

* Where is she ? What have you done with her ? *
;igain asked Mehalah, still hardly collected and conscious
of what she said.

' She is safe in my boat, well wrapped up. Come
with me. You shall see her. Abraham and my man
i«hall sta,y and watch till the fire dies out, and see that
no fm'ther harm is done, and then follow in your boat.*

* Where are you going ? '

'I am going to place your mother under cover, at
once, or the cold will kill her. Come on, Glory ! '
Elijah led the way dov?n the steep gravelly slope to

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the Rhyn. There flo;ited his boat — his large two-oarcd
boat, and in the stern half lay, half crouched, Mrs. Shar-
laud, amidst blankets and bedding.

'Joseph I ' shouted Elijah to one of the men by the
fire, * follow us as soon as you can, and bring Abraham
Dowsing with you. We will fetch away the traps to-
morrow.'

Mrs. Sharland was wailing and wringing her hands.

* Oh Mehalah I this is dreadful I too dreadful ! '
*Step in and take the oar,' t^aid Elijnh impatiently,

* We must get off, and house the old woman as soon as
possible, or she will be death-struck,'

The flames were reflected in the water about the
boat, it seemed to float in fire,

* Take the oar I ' ordered Elijah gruflfly,
Mehalah obeyed mechanically. He thrust the boat

off, and cast himself in.

No word was spoken for some time, Mehalah's
eyes were fixed on her burning home, with despair.
Her brain was numb, her heart oppressed. Mrs.
Sharland wailed and wept, and uttered loud reproaches
against Mehalah, which the girl heard not. She was
stunned, and could not take in the situation.

The boat shot past the head of the Ray.

There stood the low broad bulk of the Burnt Hill,
Mehalah roused herself.

Elijah looked over his shoulder and laughed,

* Up Salcot Fleet 1 ' he said shortly.

* What I' suddenly exclaimed Mehalah, as a pang
8hot through her heart. * Whither are we going ? '

* To Red Hall,* answered Elijah.

'I will not go there 1 * exclaimed the girl in a tone

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of despair, as she drew lier h in Is sharply from the oar,
aud tile l)oat swuug round.

* Take the oar again,' ordered Elijah. 'Where else
can your mother go? You must think of her. She
cannot be left to die of cold on the marshes, this night.'

A groan escaped Mehalah's breast. She resumed
the oar. * Hold hard 1 ' shouted Elijah after a row of
half-an-hour. He sprang into the water, and drew the
boat ashorvJ.

* Give your mother a hand and help her to land,' he
>inid peremptorily. Mohalah obeyed without a word.

Rebow caught the girl by both hands as she stepped
on shore.

* Welcome, Glory I welcome to Red Hall 1 The new
year sees you imder the roof where you shall rule as
mistress ; your destiny is mightier than your will**

CHAPTER XVr.

Hill.

pang

tone

IN NEW QUAUTERS.

When the boat reached the landing place for Red Hall,
Mrs. Sharland was found to have been so overcome with
terror, and numbed with frost, as to be unable to walk.
She moaned under her blankets, but made no rflfort to
rise. Elijah was obliged to carry her out of the boat
upon the sea-wall, and then with the assistance of
iMehaUh she was conveyed to the housfe in their arms.
Neither spoke, and Mrs. Sharland's lamentations over
various articles she had prized, and whi^h she feared
were lost or destroyed, remained unattended to.

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The old voman was wrapped up from the cold in a
blanket that enfolded her entire per^:on and head, and
she kept working an aperture for her face, whilst being
tarried, not so much to obtain air, as to give vent to
<iueries.

* My green bombazine, — where is it ? '

The folds of the blanket closed over the face. The
fingers worked at them, till they had made a gap.

' Is the toad-jug saved ? ' at the same time a point
of a nose and a thin finger emerged from the wraps.

* There was a dozen of Lowestoft soup-dishes ! ' A
j(^rk as she was Being lifted over a rail sent her head
and shoidders deeper into the blanket, and it was
some minutes before she had grubbed a hole for herself
again.

* The warming-pan I I can't go to bed imless I have
the sheets aired.'

A spring across a dyke buried the old woman again
* in woollen.' She emerged only as the house was
reached to exclaim * My rum I '

* You've come where there's lots of that,' said Elijah,
and he indicated with his chin to INIehalah to carry her
up the steps into the hall.

A red fire was glowing and painting the walls. The
great room was warm, and Mrs. Sharland battled out of
her envelopes as soon as she became aware that she was
under cover.

'Take me to bed,' she said; *my legs are frozen.
I can't go a step. Oh I is the toad-jug saved ? '

' I will carry her now,' said Elijah. ' You light a
caudle, Grlory, and follow me«'

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217

He took the old woman over lu^^ shoulder, and led
the way up the stairs. Mehalah followed with a light
she had kindled at the hearth. He conducted into a
bed-room, comfortably furnished, with white curtains
to the windows, and a low tester bed in the corner.

' Light the fire,' he ordered, and Mehalah applied
the candle to the straw and chips in the grate.
Presently the flames were dancing up the chimney,
and making the whole chamber glow. The old woman
was laid on the bed.

* This looks comfortable,' said she ; 'just as if you
was prepared for us.'

*I was prepared for you. Everything was ready.
Glory knows that I have been expecting you and her.
I told her she must come, sooner or later. Sooner or
later the same roof must cover both, as sooner or later
the same grave will hold us both. She would fight me,
and would not come to me, but her destiny is stronger
than her will. My will is the destiny of her life. It
shapes and directs it.'

Mehalah did not speak. She could not speak.
She was stunned. A belt of iron bound her heart and
restrained its free bounds, a weight of lead crushed her
brain and killed its independence of action. She, wlio
had been hitherto a law to herself, whose will had been
unfettered, now discovered herself a captive under the
thraldom of a will mightier, or more ungovernable, than
her own. She had no time or power to think how to
escape, and free herself from the situation in which she
was placed. All her thoughts that she could collect
must be about her mothex. She must think of herself

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when she had more leisure. But though she could not
think of herself, she could feel that she was conquered,
and a captive, and that 'escape would not be easy.

' There,* said Elijah, indicating a door, * there is
another little room for you and your, mother to put
away what you like. If you want anything, come
downstairs.'

Elijah went heavily down the stairs and out at the
door. Mehalah looked from the window, and saw him
on his way to the boat. He was going back to the
Eay. She could still see a red cloud hanging over her
burnt home. The tears rose in her heart at the ^J^jht,
but would not well out at her eyes. She stood and
looked long at the dying fire, drawing the window
curtain behind her to screen from her the light of
the room. Her mother lay quiet, evidently pleased
at having got into such comfortable quarters, and ex-
hausted with her alarm. By degrees she dozed off into
unconsciousness of her loss and of her situation, and
Mehalah remained at the window looking moodily over
the fens and the water, at the ruby spark that marked
her old home.

She was standing in the same place when the bor.is
arrived, bringing portions of their goods to Eed Hall.
She heard the voices of Eebow and other, men below.
She opened the door and listened. He was giving
them sometiiing to eat and drink. Abraham Dowsing
was there. She could distinguish his voice.

* If I hadn't turned you out, you'd have been burnt,*
said Rebow.

'A good job for mistress we saved the cowhouse,
answered Abraham, with sulky unwillingness to admit
that he was indebted to Elijah for anything.

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219

t«

* Don't you tbiuk you owe me your life?' asked
Rebow.

* The cowhouse didn't burn.'

* No. But it would have, had not we been there to
keep the flames off,' observed one of the men.

*Good job for mistress I wasn't burnt. I don't
know how she'd got along without me.'

' It did not matter particularly to yourself then,
Abby ? '

* Don't know as it did. A man must die some
time, and I've always heard as smothering is a nice
quiet sort of death — better than being racked with
cramps and tormented with rheumatics and shivered
into the pithole with agues.' After a pause Abraham's
voice was heard to add, ' Besides, I should have woke,
myself, with the fire and smoke.*

' Not you. And if you had, what could you have
done to save the old woman ? She'd have been burnt
to a cinder before you woke.'

'That's mistress' matter, not mine,' answered
Dowsing.

'You could not have got the things out of the
house.'

*They are not mine,' retorted Abraham angrily.
' You are not going to make a merit to me of saving
what are the belongings of other folk ? *

' They belong to your mistress.'

* Well, so they do, that is, they don't belong to rr.c;
so none of your boasting to me, as if I owed you any-
thing.' This ungracious remark, but one not unnatural
for a rude peasant jealous lest an obligation should place
lifm in a position of disadvantage, was followed by
silence, during which the party ate.

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MEHALA.'.

Presently Abraham aaked, *How came you to be
there?'

' Master sent Jim out with me in the ^ig boat after
ducks, and he was in the punt,* answered one of the
men. ' He bade us lie by at the mouth of the Rhyn,
while he went on to drive the birds our way ; there was
a lot, and we thought to pepper into a whole flight. He
was not long away — ^not above an hour — when we saw
the Ray house afire, and heard him shouting to us to
come on, so we rowed as hard as hard, and by the time we
landed he had broke open the door, and got the old lady
out. We helped as best we might, and saved a deal of
things.*

* They ain*t worth much,' said Abraham. * There's
nothing in the house worth five pound, — take the whi)le
lot. The cow was the only thing would pay for saving,
and she was safe. I slept in the loft over her,'

' The life of your mistress was worth something, I
hope, Abby.'

' Don*t know that. Not to me, anyhow. She*s not
mistress ; it is Mehalah that orders, and does everything.
I don't reckon an old woman's life is worth a crown, not
to nobody but herself, may be ; but that is her concern
not mine. She was an ailing aguish body. Whyl»
exclaimed Abraham banging his can of ale on the table,
* when you've saved an old woman who is nought but :^
trouble to everybody as does with her, of what wally is
it ? They might have paid you to let her alone, but
not to lug her out of the fire. Now, Mehalah, she was
another sort. But you didn't save her.'

• Where was she ? She was not in the house.'
How am I to know ? I don't spy after her.

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221

Others may,' he gave a sly, covert look at Elijah, ' I
don't. But I reckon she was out on the saltings watch-
ing for the sheep-stealers.'

* Have you had sheep-stealers on the Kay ? *
' Aye, we have.'

* Did you watch for them at night ? '

* 1 1 ' with a grunt. * They were not my sheep.
No, thaiik you. Let them that wallysthe sheep watch
'em. I do what I'm paid to do, and I don't do more.*

Mehalah did not listen to the whole of this conver-
sation. She had satisfied herself that Abraham was
there, and had heard how Rebow and his men came to be
on the spot when the fire broke out ; she then close'.l
the door again, and returned to the window. She did
not leave her station till dawn, except to attend to tlie
fire, to make it up from the heap stacked by the side
of the chimneypiece. When day began to break, she
seated herself on a stool by the bed, and laying her
head on the mattress fell asleep, and slept for an hour
or two, uneasily, troubled by dreams and the discom-
fort of her position.

When she awoke the house was quiet. She went
downstairs, with reluctance, and found no one stirrinj^-,
but the fire made up and a kettle boiling over it, the
table spread with everything she could desire for break-
fast. Elijah, Abraham, and the other men were gone.
There was a canister with tea on the board. Mehalah
made her mother some, and took it up to her.

The old woman was awake, and drank the tea with
eagerness.

* I don't think I can get out of bed to-day, Mehahdi ! '
she said. * I feel my limbs all of an ache ; the culd

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has got into the marrow of my bones, and T fwX as if
the frost were splitting them, as at times it will split
pipes. I must lie abed till the thaw comes to them.'

* Can you eat anything ? ' .

* I think I can.*

* Mother, how long are we going to remain here ? *

* It is wery comfvirtahlrf, I am sure.*

* But we cannot sia-y in this house.*

* Where else can we go ? '

* I will get into service somewhere.*

* You cannot leave me. Where shall I go ? I cannot
leave my bed, and I don't think the frost will get out
of my bones for a week or more.'

* I can not, I will not, remain here.*

* Where can we go ? '

Mehalah put both her hands to her brow. She
could not answer this question. Were she alone, she
co>iid get a situation in a farmhouse, perhaps ; butwitli
a sick mother dependent on her, this was not possible.
No farmer would take them both in for the sake of her
services.

' Where else can we go ? ' again asked IMrs. Sharland ;
then in a repining voice, * If Master Rebow houses ua
for a while, it is very good of him, and we must be
thankful, for we have no chance of shelter elsewhere.
Where is the money to pay* for rebuilding the farm-
house? Do you think my cousin, Charles Petti-
can '

* No, no,* exclaimed Mehalah, *not a word about him.*

* He spoke up and promised most handsomely,' said

Mrs. Sharland.

' He can do nothing, mother, I will not ask him.*

IN NEW QUARTERN.

»p1 as if
ill spUt
the in.*

here ? '

? I catinot
\ get out

row. She
alone, she
5 ; but with
possible.
,ake of her

i.Sharland;

houses ua
^e must be

elsewhere.

the farm-
ties Petti-

abouthim.*
lomely,' said

ask him.*

* A mau that has a gilded balcony to his house
wouldn't mibs a few pounds for running up a wooden
cottage.'

' I will not go to him again.'

* My dear child,' said Mis^. Sharland, * I don't doubt
he would take us in on a visit for a while, when we are
forced to leave Red Hall.'

* You think we shall not be obliged to remain here ? '
' I don't see how we can. It is very good of Master

Rebow to house us for a bit, but I doubt we can't sticlj
H8 fixtures. I only wish we could. Anyhow stay here
a bit we must. We have nowhere else to go to, except
to my cousin Charles.'

Mehalah knew what this alternative was worth. It
was a relief to her to hear her mother speak of their
stay in Red Hall as only temporary. She could not
endure to contemplate the possibility of its being per-
manent. She formed a hope that she would be able to
find work somewhere, and hire a small cottage; she
was strong enough to, do as much as a man.

During the day, everything that had been rescued
from the fire on the Ray was brought to Red Hall, even
the cow, which was driven round by land, a matter of
eleven miles. The old clock arrived, and was set up in
the large room below, an old cypress chest or * spruce
hutch ' as Mrs. Sharland called it, covered with curious
shallow carvings picked out with burnt umber, repre-
senting a ha wking party, that contained her best clothes,
and was a security against moth, was conveyed into her
bedroom. It weighed half a ton. The old Lowestoft
dishes she valued were placed in the rack in the hall
along with the ware that belonged to Elijah. The toad-

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jii^, a white jug with a painted and gla/ed figure of a
toad !i(iuatting inside it in the neck, was also brought to
J{ed Hall, so even were two biscuit-china poodles with
shaven posteriors and with manes and tufted tails,
tliat had stood on the chimneypicce at the Ray. Tlie
warming-pan of brass with a stamped portrait of H.M.
George I. on it was likewise transported to Ked Hall,
and hung up in the little oak-panelled parlour behind
the entrance hall generally occupied by Eebow.

By degrees most of the property of Mrs. Sharland
was brought to the house, and the small oak parlour
was furnished with it. Her arm-chair of leather with
high back was placed in the hall by the great fireplace
that bore the inscription, ' When I hold, I hold fast.*
Tliere were also some things belonging specially to Grlory
that had been saved, and these were put in the oak
parlour. The satisfaction of ]\Irs. Sharland at finding
herself surrounded by her goods was extreme. She did
not leave her bed, but she insisted on her daughter
bringing her up everything that could be carried,
that she might turn it about, and inspect it minutely
and rejoice over what was uninjured, and bewail
what had suffered. One of the poodles had lost an
ear and part of its tail. The old woman cried and
grumbled and scolded about this injury, as though it
were on a level with the destruction of the house. She
would see the men Jim and Joe who had brought it
from the Ray in the boat ; she catechised them minutely,
she insisted on knowing which had brought the dog
out of the burning house, where it had been placed till
removal, and fretted, till they promised to examine the
spot beneath the thorn tree where the china brute had

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225

spent the night, and also the bo'tom of tlie boat, for tlie
mis.sing tail tuft and ear tip.

' You know,' she said, ' if I boil them in milk witli
the dog, I can get them to stick on.'

Among certain persons, the mind is destitute of
perspective, and consequently magnifies trifles and dis-
regards great evils. Mrs. Sharland had a mind thus
constituted. She harped all day oni the battered biscuit-
china dog, because it was placed on the mantelpiece;
of her bedroom, and was under her eyes whenever she
turned her head that way. The farmhouse was almost
forgotten in her distress about the tail ; her flanrlf.^
home formed but a red background to the mutilated
white poodle.

Mehalah saw nothing of Elijah Rebow all day. He
was several times in the house ; di rectly her foot sounded
on the stairs, however, he disappeared. But she saw
and felt that he was considering her ; his care to recover
all the little treasures and property on the Ray evinced
this ; and in the house he provided everything she could
need ; he placed meat on the table in the hall for her
dinner, and had boiled potatoes over the fire. They
were set ready for her, she had only to take them out.
Her mother ate heartily, and was loud in expressions of
satisfaction at the comfort that surrounded them.

* I hope, Mehalah, we shan't have to leave this in a
hurry.'

Q-lory did not answer.

Towards evening Abraham Dowsing arrived with the
cow. The girl heard the low, and ran down — she coidd
not help it — and threw her arms round the neck of the
beast. There was a back stair leading to the kitchen

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and yard, by which she could descend without entering
the hall, and by this naeans she avoided Elijah, who, she
was aware, was there.

Elijah, however, came to the top of the steps after
she had descended, and looked into the yard where she
was. Mehalah at once desisted from lavishing her
tenderness on the animal.

Abraham stood sulkily by.

* I've had a long bout,' he said.

* I dare say you have, Abraham,' she answered.

* I want something to eat and drink, I haven't bit
nought since morning. There's nothing but ashes on
the Ray row, and they are red-hot. You don't expect
me to fill my belly on them.'

Mehalah put her hand to her mouth and checkea
her tongue, as she was about to tell him to go indoors
and get some supper. She had now nothing to give the
old man. She lived on the bounty of Rebow.

* I caiinot go without my wittles,' persisted Abraham.
' Now I want to know where nay wittles are to come
from. I paid fourpence at the Rose for some bread and
cheese, and you owes me that.'

* There is the money,' said Mehalah producing the
coin.

' Ah ! that is wery well. But where am I to get my
wittles now ? Am I your servant or ain't I ? If I am,
— Where's my wittles ? '

* Come here, Abraham,' said Elijah, from the kitchen
door. * There is bread and cold potatoes and meat here.
You shall have your supper, and you can sleep in the

loft.

Look here, master,' pursued the sullen old raan,

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227

• I want to know further where I'm to look for my
^ages.'

* To me,' said Rebow. * I take you on.*

* Where am I to work ? '

* Here, or on the Ray, looking af^er the sheep.*

* The sheep are not yours, they are hers,' — pointing
to Mehalah with his thumb.

* The Ray and Red Hall are one concern,' answered
Rebow. * You look to me as your master, and to her
as your mistress;' then he entered and slammed the
door.

Abraham shrugged his shoulders. He leered at
Mehalah, who had put her hands to her forehead.

' When are you going to church ? Eh, mistress ? I
thought it was coming to this. But I don't care so long
as I gets my wittles and wage.'

Abraham went slowly into the cattlehouse with the
cow. Mehalah remained rooted to Jbhe spot, pressing
her brow.

This was more than she could endure. She ran up
the. steps, she would speak to Rebow while her heart was
full. She dashed through the kitchen and into the hall.
He was not there. As she ran on, she tripped and
almost fell; and recovered herself with horror. • She
had almost precipitated herself through the trap into
the vault beneath. The door was thrown back, hor
foot had caught this. Faugh ! an odour rose from the
cellar as from the lair of a wild beast. She look(;(l in,
there was the maniac racing up and down in the den
fastened by his chain, jabbering and uttering incoherent
cries. He was almost naked, covered with filthy rags,
and his hair hung over his face so that she could dls-

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MEHALAH.

tiii;4iiiHli no featuicrf by the dim light that strayed down
from the trap, and from the horn lanthorn that Elijah
had placed on the steps. Rebow had a pitchfork, and
he was tossing ^resh straw to his brother, and raking
out the sodden and crushed litter of the wretched man.

Mehalah could not bear the sight ; she withdrew.
She needed a little while by herself to consider what
was best to be done, to think of what had taken place.
She opened the front door, and descended by the long
llight of steps over the arch. Then she saw that a
tshutter covered the circular window that in summer
lighted the den of the maniac. This was now closed
to shut out the cold of winter. There was a door. As
bhe looked, Rebow opened it from within, an ippeared,
raking out the litter and the gnawed bont e relics
of his brother's repasts. He did not notice her, or he
pretended not to do so, and she shrank back. Her
wish to speak with him had gone from her. '^he was
not equal to an interview till she had been alone for a
while, and had gathered up her strength. An inter-
view with hira must be a contest. It was clear to her
that he was resolved that she should stay at Red Hall.
She was equally determined not to do so. But how to
get away and remove her mother was more than she
could discover.

She left the house and the garden round it, and
walked through the meadow till she reached the sea-
wall. She ascended that, and went along it to the spot
where the Red Hall marsh divided the Tollesbury Fleet
from the Virley and Salcott Creeks.

Then she threw herself beneath the windmill, the
mill that pumped the water out of the dykes, and

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229

worked day and night whenever there was wind to
move the sails. The mill was now at work. The
wings rushed round, and the pump painfully creaked,
and after every stroke sent a dash of water into the
sea over the wall.

Mehalah hoped that here, away from her mother
and Rebow, and the sights and sounds of Red Hall, he
might be able to think. But it was not so. Hv>r
numbed head was unable to form any plans. She
looked out at sea, it was leaden grey, ruffled with angry
waves, and the mews screamed and dipped in them.
The sky overhead was overcast. The Bradwell shore
looked grey and bleak and desolate ; there was not a
sail in the offing. The fancy took her to sit and wait,
and if she saw a s'lip pass to take it as a good omen, a
promise of escape from her present perplexity.

She sat and waited. The sea darkened to a more
sullen tint. The mews were no longer visible. Mersea
with its trees and church tower disappeared. Bradwell
coast loomed black as pitch against the last lingering
light of day. Not a sail appeared.

Far away, out to sea, as the darkness deepened,
gleamed a light. It gleamed a moment, then grew
dim and disappeared in the blackness. A minute, and
then it waxed, but waned again, and once more all was
night. So on, in wearisome iteration. What she saw
was the revolving Swin light fifteen miles from land,
a floating Pharos. She thought of Elijah's wor^^.s, she
thought of the horrible iterations in the barrow on the
hill, the embracing and fighting, embracing an I fight-
ing, loving and hating, loving and hating, till one should
conquer of the twin but rival powers. /

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CHAPTER XVII.

FACE TO FACE.

Mehalah returned slowly to the house, her spirits
oppressed with gloom. It was night without and
within, before her face, and in her soul. The wind
sighed and sobbed among the rushes and over the fen,
in a disconsolate, despairing manner, and the breath of
God within — the living soul— sighed and sobbed like
His broath that blew over the wintry marsh without.
Not a stai* looked down from His heaven above, and
none looked up from His heaven below in the little
confines of a human heart. Mehalah could scarce see
her way in the fen, among the dykes and drai: s ; she
was as unable to find a path in the level of her life.

She reached Red Hall at last, and mounted the front
stairs to the principal door. She would see Elijah now.
It were better to speak with him and come to some un-
derstanding at once. It was intolerable to allow the pre-
sent position to remain unexplained, and the future
undetermined. She hesitated at the door. It was not
without a struggle that she could open it and go in and
face the man whose hospitality she was receiving and
yet whom she abhorred. She knew that she was greatly
indebted to him. He had saved her mother's life, he
had secured from destruction a large amount of their
property ; yet she could not thank hini. She resented
his intrusion into their affairs, when anyone else would
have been unobjectionable. She disliked him all the
more because she knew she was heavily in his debt ;

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231

little

it galled her almost past endurance to feol that nhe ami
her mother were then subsisting on his bounty.

*Come in, Glory I * shouted Elijah from within, as
she halted at the door.

She entered. He was seated by the fire with hia
pipe in his hand ; he had heard her step on the stairs,
and had paused in his smoking, and had waited in a
listenmg, expectant attitude.

He signed her to take a chair — her mother's chair —
on the other side of the hearth. She paid no attention
to the sign, but stood in the middle of the room, and
unconsciously covered her eyes with her hands. Her
pulses quivered in her temples. Her heart grew cold,
and a faintness came over her.

'The light is not too strong to dazzle you,' said
Elijah, ' put your hands down, I want to see your face.'

She made an effort to retain them where they were,
but could not ; they fell.

'Sit down.'

She shook her head.

' Sit down.'

' I want to speak with you, Elijah, for a moment.
I must speak with you.' Her heart palpitated, her
breast heaved. She could only ulter short sentences.

* Sit down there 1 ' he beckoned with the stalk of
his pipe.

She still refused to obey. Her power was slipping
from her. The exhaustion after the excitement slie
had gone through had affected even her stout will.
She resolved to oppose him iu this trifling matter,
but knew that her resolution was infirm. She cluuir
desperately to what remained to her of power.

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* I will not listen to a word you say unless you sit
down.'

He paused, and looked at her ; then he said, * Go
to your mother I ' and continued his smoking, with face
averted.

* Elijah, I know what you have done, and are doing
now for my mother.*

He sprang from his seat, and strode up and down
the room, turning and glowering at her, sucking at his
pipe, and making it red and angry like his eyes in the
firelight. He walked fast and noisily on the brick
floor, with his high shoulders up and his head down.
She watched him with painful apprehension ; he
reminded her of the mad brother pacing in the vault
below. She could not speak to him whilst he persisted
in this irritating, restless tramp. There was no help
for it. She dropped into her mother's leather chair.

* There I ' said he, and he flung a ring with some
keys attached to it, into her lap. ' Take them. They
are yours now The keys of everything in the house,

except of -* he jerked his pipe towards the den

beneath.

* I cannot take them,* she said, and let them slide
ofl" her lap upon the floor.

' Pick them up ! ' he ordered.

* No,' she said firmly, ' I will not. Elijah, we must
come to an understanding with each other.'

' We already understand each other,' he said, pausing
in his walk. * We always did. I can read your heart.
I know everything that passes there, juf^t as if it was
written in red letters on a page. I understand you, and
there's nobody else in the world that can. I was made

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to read you. I heard a Baptist preacher say one day that
God wrote a book, and then He created mankind to read
it. You are a book, and God made me to read you.
I can do it. That wants no scholarship, it comes by
nature to me. Others can't. They might puzzle and
rack their heads, they'd make nothing of you. But you
are clear as light of day to me. You understand me ? '

' I do not.'

' You will not. You set your obstinate, wicked
mind against understanding me. I heard a preacher
once say — I went to chapel along of my mother when I
was a boy ; I goes nowhere now but to the Ray after
you — What is God ? It is that as makes a man, and
keeps him alive, and gives him hopes of happiness, or
plunges him in hell. Every man has his own God ; for
there is something different makes and mars each man.
What do I want but you. Glory ? It is you that can
make and keep me alive, and you are my happiness or
my hell.'

* But,' said he standing still again, and flourishing
his hand and pipe, * as I was saying, I heard a preacher
say once, that God made every man of a lump of clay
and a drop of spittle, and that He made always two at
a time. He couldn't help it. He has two hands and
ain't right and left handed as we, but works with both,
and then He casts about the men He has made, any-
where. Hasn't He made all things double ? Have not
you two hands and two feet and two eyes ? Is there
not a sun and a moon, are there not two poles to the
earth, and two sexes, and day and night, and winter
and summer ? and — ' he went up before Mehalah, and
with a buist of passion — * and you and me ? ' Then he

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recommenced his pacing, but slower, and continued,
* Whe-ever those two are that God made with His two
liau(^:i, they must come together. It don't matter
wh^jre they be, if one is in Mersea, and t*other is in
Asia, or Africa, or China, or America, or London, it
don't matter, soon or late, they must come together,
and when they come together then they are in heaven.
Now if a man takes some other left-handed figure — it
was the left hand made woman — then it don*t matter,
he can't go against his destiny. He has taken the
wrong woman, and he is not happy. He knows it all
along, and he feels restless and craving in his soul, and
if he does not find the proper one in this world when
he goes out of it, he waits and wanders, till the proper
one dies and begins to hunt about for her right-hand
man. That is what makes ghosts to ramble. Ghosts
are those that have married the wrong ones, wandering
and waiting, and feeeking for their right mates. Do
you hear the piping and the crying at the windows
of a winter night ? That is the ghosts looking in and
sobbing because tliey are out in the cold shivering till
they meet their mates. But when they meet, then
that is heaven. There's a heaven for everyone, but
that is only once for all when the two doubles find eacb
other, and if that be not in this life, why it is after.
And there is a hell too, but that isn't reserved for all,
and it does not last for ever and ever, but is only when
one has taken the wrong mate and has found it out.*
He stopped. He had become very earnest and excited
by what he had said. He came again over against
Mehalah. * Glory I ' he continued, * don't you see how
the moon goes after the sun and cannot come to him ?

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She is his proper mate and double, and the sun don't
know, and won't have it, and so day and night, and winter
and summer, and waxing and waning goes on and on.
But that won't go on for ever. The sun will grow sad
at heart, and wane for want of the moon some day, and
then there will be a great flare and blaze and glory, and
they will be in heaven. And now the two poles of the
earth are apart, and so long as they keep apart, the
world rolls on in misery and pain, and that is what
makes earthquakes, and volcanoes, and great plagues
— the poles are apart which ought to be together.
But they are drawing gradually nearer each other.
The seasons now are not what they used to be, and that
is it. The poles are not where they were, they are
straining to meet. And some day they will run into
one, and that will be the end. I've heard say that in
the Bible it is spoken that there'll be an end of tliis
world. I could have known that without the Bible.
The poles must come together some day, and be one.
G-lory ! ' he went nn, ' you and I are each other's
doubles, you was made with God's left hand, and I with
his right, at the same moment of time, and He cast
you into the Ray, and me to Red Hall. There was not
much space between, only some water and ooze and
marsh, and we've been drawing and drawing nearer and
closer for ever so long, and now you are here, under my
roof. You can't help it. You cannot fight agin it.
You was made for me and I for yoi'., and youll have a
life of hell unless you take me no^y. I must be yours.
You thought you'd resist and ti'ke George De Witt.
It might have been. Suppose you had, and I had died
years before yoiu You would have heard me crying at

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your window and beating at your door, and you would
have felt me drawing and drawing of you, whether you
fhose or not, taking the heart away from your George,
and bringing it to me. Then at last, you'd have died,
and then, then, you'd have been mine, 'ind you woultl
have found our heaven after thirty, forty, fifty years of
hell.'

Tne terrible earnestness of the man imposed on
Mehalah. He spoke what h. believed. He gave
utterance, in his rude fierce way, to what he felt. She,
untaught, full of dim gropings after something higher,
vaster, than the flat, narrow life she led, was startled.

* Heaven with you ! ' she cried, drawing back ; * never !
never I *

* Heaven with me- and with none but me. You

can't get another heaven but in my arms, for you was
made for me by God. I told you so, but you would not
believe it. Try, if you like, to find it elsewhere. God
didn't make you and George Da Witt out of one lump.
He couldn't have done it — You, Glory I strong, great,
noble, with a will of iron, and that weak, helpless,
vulgar lout, tied to his mother's apron. He couldn't
have done it. He made, like enough, Phoebe Musset
and George De Witt out of one piece, but you and me
was moulded together at the same time, out of the
same clay, and the same breath is in our hearts, and
the same blood in our veins. You can't help it, it is so.
You can not, you shall not, escape me. Soon or late
you must find your proper mate, soon or late you must
seek your double, soon or late find your heaven.'

He came now quietly and seated himself in his
Cliair opposite Mehalah,

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* What did you fare to say, Glory ? ' he asked. * I
interrupted you.'

' I must thank you first for what you have done for
my mother.'

* I have done nothing for her,' said Elijah sharply.
*You drew lier out of the burning house. You

saved her goods from the flames. You have sheltered
her here.'

* I have done nothing for her,' said Elijah again.
• Whatever I have done, I did for you. But for you
she might have burned, and I would not have put out
a finger to help her. What care I for her? She is
naught to me. She wasn't destined for me ; that was
you. I saved her because she was your mother. I
collected your things from the blazing house. I have
taken you in. I take her in only as I might take in
your shoe, or your cow, because it is yours. She is
naught to me. I don't care if I never saw or heard her
again.'

He got up and \ ent to the window, took a flask
thence ; then broughi Lis gun from a corner, and began
to polish the brajs fitiings with rag, having first put on
the metal some of the vitriol from the bottle.

* Look at this,' he said, dropping some of the acid
on the tarnished brass. * Look how it frets and boils
till it has scummed away the filth, and then the brass
is bright as gold. That's like me. I'm fretted and
fume with your opposition, and I dare say it is as well
I get a little. But after a bit it will bring out the
shining metal. You will sc what I am. You don't
like me now, because I'm not shapely and handsome as
your George De Witt. But there is the gold metal

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underneath; he was but gilt pinchbeck — George De
Witt 1 ' he repeated. * That was a fancy of yours, that
he was yoiu: mate I You could uot have loved him a
week after you'd known what he was. Marriage would
have rubbed the plating off, and you would have
scorned and cast him aside.'

* Elijah I' said Mehalah, <I cannot bear this. I
loved once, and I shall love for ever, — not you 1 — you
— never,' with gathering emphasis, 'George, only
George, none but George.'

' More fool you,' said Rebow sulkily ' Only I don't
believe it. You say so to aggravate me, but you don't
think it.'

She did not care to pursue the subject. She had
spoken out her heart, and was Batisfied.

' Well, what else had ou to say ? I didn't think
you was one of the breat 1 butter curtsey-my-dears
and thanky, sirs I That is a new feature in you. Glory !
It is the first time I've had the taste of thanks fiom
you on my tongue.'

* You never gave me occasion before.'

* No more I did,' he answered. * You are right
there. And I don't care for thanks now. I'd take
them if I valued them, but I don't. I don't care to
have them from you. I don't expect thanks from my
body when I feed it, nor from my hands when I warm
'em at the fire ; they belong to me, and I give 'em their
due. What I do for you I do for myself, for the same
reason. You belong to me.'

* I must speak,' said Mehalah. ' This is more than
I can endure. You say things of me, and to me, which
I will not suffer. Do you mean to insult me ? Have I

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t. She had

ever given you the smallest reason to encourage you to
assume this right ? '

* No. But it must be. You can't always go against
fate.'

* I do not believe in this fate, this destiny, of which
you talk,' said the girl gathering up her strength, as her
indignation swelled within her. *You have no right
over me whatever. I have been brought here against
my will, but at the same time I cannot do other than
acknowledge your hospitality. Had you not given us a
shelter, I know not whither we should have gone. I
ask you to let us shelter here a little longer, but only
a little longer, till I have found some situation where
I can work, and support my mother. We must sell
our little goods, our sheep and cow, and with the
proceeds '

' With the proceeds you will have to pay the .ent of
the Ray to Lady Day.'

* You cannot be so ungenerous,' gasped Mehalah,
flashing wrathfuUy against him. * This undoes all your
kindness in housing us. But if it must be, so be it.
We will sell all, and pay you every penny ; yes, and
for our keep in this house, as long as we are forced to
remain.'

' Not so fast, Griory,' said Elijah composedly. * There
are various thir ;s to be considered first. You can't
find a situation — uo one would take you in along of an
old bedridden mother.'

' I can but try.'

* Aye, try ; try by all means, and then come back
to me. You have tried a deal of tricks to escape me,
but you can't do it. You tried by borrowing money o|'

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George De Witt, you tried by going to that old palsied
shipbuilder, you tried at Parson Tyll's, you tried, I
don't know how at last, and you got the money ; but
yet you couldn't escape me. You tried to get George
De Witt as your husband, to keep you from me in life,
but it came to naught. He's gone out of the path that
leads from you to me. You may heap up what you will,
but the earth will open, and swallow all obstructions,
and leave the way smooth and open. Did you ever see
the old place — they call it the Devil's Walls — by Payne's?
No, I dare say you don't know thereabouts. Well, I'll
tell you how that spot lies waste, and covered with
brambles and nettles now. The old lords D'Arcy thought
to build a castle there. Then the Salcott creek ran up
so far, and they could row and sail right up to their
gates, were the mansion built. But it could not be.
The masons built all day, and at night the earth sucked
the walls in. They worked there a whole year, and they
brought stones from Kent, and they poured in boulders,
and they laid bricks, but it was all of no good, the
earth drank in everything they put on it, as water. At
last they gave it up, and they built instead on the hill
where stands Barn Hall. It will be the same with you.
You may build what you like, and where you like, it
will go ; it cannot stand, it will be swallowed up ; you
can only build on me.'

* Elijah ! I insist on your listening to me. I will
not hear this.'

* You will not ? I do not care, you must. My will
will drink in yours. But go on ; say what you wish.'

* I am going to propose this. Pay me a wage, and
I will work here. I will attend to the house and the

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cows, and do anything you reciuire of nie. You have
no servant, and you need one. You shall let me be
your servant. I shall not be ashamed to be that, but I
will not remain here unless my place be determined and
recognised.'

' You shall be the mistress.*

* I do not want, I do not choose to be anything else
in this house but your hired servant. Pay me a wage,
and 1 will remain till I can find some other situation ;
refuse, and, if I have to leave my mother, I will go out
of this house to-night.'

' If you leave your mother, I will throw her out.'

* I would fetch her away. I would curry her in my
arms. I will not stay here on any other terms.'

' I will humour you. You shall be paid. I will
give you five shillings a week. Is that enougli ? '

' More than enough, with my keep and that of my
mother. I thank you now. In future speak of me to
tlie men as their fellow-servant, and not as you did
recently to Abraham as their mistress.'

' I shall speak to them as I like. Am I to be con-
trolled by you ? '

* Then I will leave. I will cairy my mother to the
inn at Salcott, and rest there till I can find some other
shelter.'

' Now look here. Glory,' said Elijah. He put his
gun aside, and leaned his elbows on his knees, and facel
her. * It is of no use your talking of running away
from me. You may run, >)ut I can draw you back. I
sit here of a night brooding over my fire, I begin
thinking of you. I think, I think, and then a spirit
takes me as it were, and fills me with fierce will, to

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bring ymi liore. I feel I h.ive ilireads at every finder
and threads to my knees and to my feet, all tast to you,
and if I stir, I move you. I lift my finger, and you
raise yours. I wave my hand up, and you throw up
yours. You don't know it. I do. I know thiit I have
but to rise up from my chair, and I lift you up wher-
ever you may be, in your bed, in your grave, and then,
if I draw in with my will, I wind up these threads, and
you come, you come, from wheresoever you are, out of
your bed in your smock, out of your grave in your
shroud ; doors are nothing, my will can burst them
open ; locks are naught, my will can wrench them off ;
the screws in the coffin lid and five feet of earth are
nothing, I could draw you through all. I could draw
you over the ooze,.and you would not be sucked in by it.
T could draw you over the water, and you would not wet
your foot. I could draw you througli the marsh and you
would not break a buUrush ; look there — ' he waved his
arm toward-" the door. * That door would fly open, and
there you would stand, like one dreaming, with your
eyes wide open as they are now, with your cheek colour-
less as now, with your lips parted as now, helpless, un-
able to stir a finger, or utter a sound, against my will,
and you would rush into my arms, and fall on my heart.
I can do all that. I feel it. I know it. I have sat here
and wanted to do it, but I have not. I would not have
you come to me in that way, but come of your own free
will. You must come to me one way or other. Look
here ! ' he raised his hand, and involuntarily, uncon-
sciously, she lifted hers.

* Pick up the keys.'

She stooped and took them up.

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it every fin^^cr

all Tast to you,

nger, and you

you throw up

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you up wher-

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grave in your

an burst them

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I could dry w

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ng, with your

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, helpless, un-

ainst my will,

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have sat here

'ould not have

your own free

other. Look

arily, uncon-

* One day,* he said, ' you refused to take a piece of
money that fell, when I bade you. Now you are more
compliant. My will is gaining over you.rs. Your will
is stout and rebellious, but it must bend and give way
before mine. Go; I have done with you for the
present,*

CHAPTER XVIII.

IN /. COnWEB.

A MONTH passed. Mrs. Sharland recovered, as far as
recovery was possible to one of her age and enfeebled
constitution, much shaken by the events of the night
that saw the destructiom of her hom§ and the abrasion
of the ear and tail of her biscuit-china poodle. After
remaining in bed for more than a week, Mehalah almost
by force obliged b 3r to get up and descend. When once
she had taken this step and found that her leather high-
backed chair was before the fire in the hall, she showed
no further desire to spend her days upstairs. Her life
resumed the old course it had run at the Kay, but she
sat more by the fire, and did less in the house than
formerly. She devolved most of the domestic work on
her daughter. That she had declined in strength of
late was obvious. Old people will go on from year to
year without any visible alteration, till some shock, or
change in their surroundings takes place, when they
drop perceptibly a stage, and from that moment declen-
sion becomes rapid.

Mrs. Sharland was unmistakably contented with her
position at Ked Hall. She enjoyed comforts which

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were not hers at the Ray She saw more people, some
gossip reached her ears. There was a village, Salcott,
within two miles, and the small talk of a village will
overflow its bounds, and dribble into every house in its
neighbourhood Every little parish throws up its
coarse crop ot vulgar tittle-tattle, on which the inhabi-
tants feed, and which is exactly adapted to their mental
digestion. Human characters as well as skins are
subject to parasitic attacks, but human beings are tlie
vermin which burrow their heads into, and blow them-
selves out on the blood of moral life. There are certain
creatures which will lie shrivelled up on their baclcs,
and endure flood and frost and burning sun, without
its killing them, with suspended animation, till the
animal on which thev feed chances to come that
way, when they' leap into activity and voracity at
once. Mrs. Sharland had been laid aside on the
Hay, without neighbours, and therefore without matter
of interest and objects of attack. She was now within
leaping, lancing, and sucking distance of fresh life, and
she rejoiced in renewed vigour, not of body, but of
mind, if mind that can be called which ?ias neither
thought nor instinct, but only a certain gravitation
whicfi sets the tongue in motion. The brain of the
rustic is as unlike the brain of the man of culture
as the maggot is unlike the butterfly ; the one is the
larva of the other. They feed, live, move in different
spheres ; one chews cabbage, the other sips honey ; one
crawls on the eiirth, the other flies above it ; one is
clumsy in all its motions, the other agilo ; one is carnal,
the other is spiritual. And yet — wondrous thought I
tlie one is the parent of the other.

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IMehalah had a great deal to do, and that work of
a sort she had not been much engaged on at the Ray.
No female hand had been employed at Red Hall since
the death of Elijah's mother, and everything was accord-
ingly falling out of repair and into disorder. She saw
nothing of Rebow except at meals, and not always then,
for he was often away with beasts at market, or at sales
making purchases.

The rich marshes of Red Hall were Uui I vailed for
the grazing of cattle, and the rearing of young stock.

As Mehalah was well occupied, her mind was taken
off from herself, and she was for a while satisfied with
her position. Rebow had not spoken to her in the
mnnner she so disliked, and she had small occasion to
speak with the men. Her mother, on the contrary,
seized every occasion to entangle them in talk, or to
initiate a conversation with Rebow. He maintained
a surly deference towards her, and condescended at
times to answer her queries and allow himself to be
drawn into talk by the old woman. When that was the
case, Mehalah found excuse to leave the room and en-
gage herself in the kitchen or among the cows.

Abraham Dowsing saw much less of her than formerly.
The old man, with all his sulky humour and selfish
greed, had got a liking for the girl. He was much at
the Ray,bu^, often about Red Hall, where he got his fof)d.

If he went after the sheep for the day, ISIehalah pro-
vided him with * bagging*!,' provision during his absence.

Lambing time was at hand, when he would be away
for some weeks, returning only occasionally. Mehalah
noticed that the shepherd hesitated each time he re-
ceived his food, as though he desired to speak to her,

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but put off the ccojision. At last, one day at the bej^-in-
aiiig of P^eln'uary, when he was about to depart for the
Ray, and would be absent some days, he said to her in
a low dissatisfied tone, ' I suppose, when I come back
after the lambing, you'll have been to church with him.'

' What do you mean ? '
! ' What do I mean ? ' repeated Abraham, * I mean
what I say. I nin't one of those that says one thing
and moans another. Nobody can accuse me of that.'

' I do not understand you, Abraham.'

* There's none so dull as them that won't take,' he
pursued. * I don't hold, myself, that much good comes
of going to church with a man, except this, that you
fasten him, and he can't cast you off when he's tired
of you.'

Mehalah fluslied up.

' Abraham,' she said angrily, ' I will not allow you
to speak thus to m«. I understand you now, and wish
I did not.'

' Oh I you do take at last ! That's well. I'd act
on it if I was you. A man, you see, don't make no
odds of taking up with a girl, and then when he's had
a bit of her tongue and temper, he thinks he'd as lief
be without her, and pick up another. He'd ring a
whole cliange on the bells, he would, if it warn't for
churches. That is my doctrine. Churches was built,
and piirsons were made, for tying up of men, and the
girls are fools who let the men make up to them, and
don't seize the opportunity to tie them.'

* Abraham, enough of this.'

* It is no odds to me. I don't care so long as T has
my wittles and my wage. Only I'd rather see you
mistresis here than another. I'd get my wittles more

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act
no
1 had
lief
[cf a
for
lilt,
the
land

has

[you

lore

retyiilar and better, because yon know me and my likings,
and a new one wouldn't. That's all. Every man for
himself, is my doctrine.'

' I forbid this for once and all. I am servant on
wage here just as you are j I am that, and I shall never
be anything else.'

' Oh, there you think different from most folks. You
don't think according to your interests ; and mistress,
let me tell you, you don't talk as does the master.'

He went away mumbling something about it being
no concern of his, and if some people did not know how
to eat their bread and butter when they had it in their
hands it was no odds to him.

Mehalah was hurt and incensed. She went to her
mother.

' Mother,' she said, ' when will you l>e able to move ?
I shall look out for a situation elsewhere.'

* What, my dear child ! Move from here, where T
am so comfortable ! You can not. Elijah won't hear
of it. He told me so. He told me you was to remain
here, and I should spend the rest of my days here in
([uiet. ^t is a very pleasant place, and more in the
world man was the Ray. I am better cflF here than I
was there. Now we get everjrthing for nothing, we
don't lay out a penny, and you get wage beside.'

' Mother, Abraham has been speaking to me. He
has hinted, what I do not like, that I ought to marry
Elijah "

' So you oug^t, said the widow. ' Elijah, I am
sure, is willing. It is what he has been wishing and
hoping for all along, but you have been so stubborn and
set against him. After all he has done for us you might
yield a bit.'

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* I will never marry him.'

* Don't say that. You will do anything to secure a
comfortable home for me. It may not be long that T
may have to trouble you, — I know you look on me as a
trouble, I know that but for me you would feel free,
and go away into the world. You think me a burden
on you, because I can do nothing : you are young and
lusty. But I bore with you, Mehalah, when you was
young and feeble, and I laid by for you money that
would have been very acceptable to me, and bought me
many little comforts that I forbore, to save for yon

' The old woman with low cunning had discovered

the thread to touch, to move her daughter.

' Say no more, say not another word, mother,' ex-
claimed Mehalah. ' You know that I never, never will
forsake you, that you are more to me a thousand times
than my own life. But there is one thing I never will
do for you. I never will marry Elijah.*

* T am afraid, Mehalah, that folks will talk.'

* I fear so too, but they have no occasion. I will
show them that. I will find a situation elsewhere.'

' You shall not, Mehalah I '

* I must, mother.'

She thought for some time what she should do, and
then put on her bonnet, and walked into Salcott. She
had iQiot been into the village since her arrival at Red Hall.

Salcott ifi a small village of old cottages at the head
of a creek that opens out of the Blackwater. It hap a
church with a handsome tower built of flints, but with
no chancel. Within a bowshot, across the creek, con-
nected with it by a bridge, is Virley church, a small
hunchbacked edifice in the last stages of dilapidation,
in a graveyard unhedged, unwalled; the church is

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scrambled over by ivy, with lattice windows bulged in
by the violence of the gales, and a bellcot leaning on
one side like a drunkard. Near this decaying church
is a gabled farm, and this and a cottage form Virley
village. The principal population congregates at
Salcott, across the wooden bridge, and consisted — a
hundred years ago — of labourers, and men more or less
engaged in the contraband trade. Every house had its
shed and stable, where was a donkey and cart, to be let
on occasion to carry smuggled goods inland. At the
end of the village stands a low tavern, the Rising Sun,
a mass of gables ; part of it, the tavern drinking-room,
is only one storey high, but the rest is a jumble of roofs
and lean-to buildings, chimneys, and ovens, a miracle
of picturesqueness. Mehalah walked into the bar, and
found there the landlady alone.

' I have come here, mistress,' she said abruptly, * in
search of work. I am strong and handy, and will do
as much as a man. I will serve you faithfully and well
if you will engage me. I have an infirm mother who
must be lodged somewhere, so I ask for small wage.'

' Who are you ? Where do you come from ? ' asked
the landlady eyeing her with surprise.

' My name is Mehalah Sharland. I lived on the
Ray till the house was burned down. Since then I have
been at Red Hall.'

* Oh ! ' exclaimed the woman, her countenance
falling. * You are the young woman, are you, that I
heard tell of ? '

' I am the young woman now in service there, but
wanting to go and work elsewhere.'

' I've heard tell of you,' said the landlady dryly.

• What have you heard of me r '

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The woman looked knowingly at her, and smiled.

' Pray what does Master Rebow say to your leaving
him ? You and he have fallen out, hava you ? ' said the
hostess knowingly. ' You'll come together all the faster
for it. There's nothing like a good breeze for running
a cargo in.'

' Can you give me work ? '

* I dursn't do it.'

* Have you need of anyone now ? '

' Well,' with a cough, ' if Master Rebow were agree-
able, I might find such a girl as you wery handy about
tlie house. I've lost the last girl I had; she's took
with the small-pox. You could have her bed, and her
work, and her wage, and welcome. But unless the
master gave his consent,' she began to dust the table,
* I dursn't do it.'

* Is he your landlord ? *
' No, he is not.'

* Then why need you doubt about taking me ? *
' Because Rebow wouldn't allow of it.'

' He could not stop me. I am not engaged to him
for any time.'

'I dursn't do it. How long have you been with
Rebow?'

' A little more than a month.'

* You've never gone against him perhaps. If you
had, you wouldn't ask me the reason why I dursn't
stand in his way.'

Mehalah considered. She had opposed Elijah from
the very beginning.

^ There's no one would dare to do it,' continued tlie
landlady. 'If you want to get from Master Reliow,
you must go farther inland ; but I doubt if you'll

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escape him. However,' and she tossed her head, * you
only want to make him fast. If a girl gives way at
once, she's cheap.'

' You mistake me, you altogether mistake me,* said
Mehalah indignantly. ' I will not remain in his house
any longer ; I must and I will go elsewhere.'

' If Elijah Rebow was to take the purse out of my
pocket, or the bed from under n* 3, if he was to take
my daughter from my side, I dursn't say nay. If you
think to escape against the will of the master, you are
mistaken.'
. * I shall.'

' Look here,* said the landlady ; * take my advice
and go back and be mum. I won't say another word
with you, lest I get into trouble.' She turned and left
the bar.

Mehalah went out, more determined than ever to
break away from Eed Hall, whether her mother desired
it or not.

She crossed the creaking rude wooden bridge to
Virley. The churchyard and the farmyard seemed all
one. The pigs were rooting at the graves. A cow was
lying in the porch. An old willow drooped over a
stagnant pool beneath the chancel window. Shed roof-
tiles and willow leaves lay mouldering together on the
edge of the pond. The church of timber and brick,
put up anyhow on older stone foundations, had warped
and cracked; the windows leaned, fungus growths
sprouted about the bases of the timbers. Every rib
showed in the roof as on the side of a horse led to the
knackers.-

The farm was but little more prosperous in appear-
ance than the church. Patched windows and broken

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railings sLowed a state of decline. Mehalah walked
into the yard, where she saw a man carrying a pitch-
fork.

* Who is the master here ? ' she asked,
•lam.'

* Is there a mistress ? *

* Yes. What have you to say to her ? '

Mehalah told her story as she had told it to the
landlady of the Eising Sun. * I will work for my keep
and that of my mother, and work harder than any man
on your farm.'

' Where do you come from ? *

•Red Hall.'

* Oh I ' said the farmer, with a whistle, * Rebow's girl,
eh ? '

* I am working for him now.'

* Working for him, come now that's fine.'

*I am working for him,' repeated Mehalah with
clouding brow.

' And you want to come here, You think my
missus would let you, do you ? Now tell me, what put
you on to coming to me ? Has Elijah picked a quarrel
with me, that he sends you here ? Does he want occa-
sion against me ? Do you think I want to run any
risks with my barns and my cattle and my life ? No,
thank you. I dursn't do it.'

* Tell me, where can I find work ? '

* You must go out of the reach of Rebow's arm, if
you find it.' .

* You won't give me any ? *

He shook his head. * For my life, I dursn't do it.'
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the chin, she struck his fingers up with her fist.
* There ain't a better judge of beasts in all the marshes
than Rebow, nor in horse-flesh neither. You ain't a
bad bit of meat neither. I approve liis taste.'

Molialah wrenched the pitchfork out of his hand.
Her eyes flamed. She would have struck him ; but was
suddenly assailed from behind by the fixrmer's wife.

* Now then, hussy, what are you up to ? '
• The girl could not answer ; her anger choked tlio
words in her throat.

' She's that wench of Rebow's, you know,' said the
farmer. * T guess it is cat and dog in that house.'

' Get you gone,' shouted the woman, ' go out of my
premises, hussy I I don't want ray place to be frequented
by such as you. Get you gone at once, or I will loose
the mastiff.'

Mehalah retired with bowed head, and her arms
folded on her bosom. She halted on tlie brid^^e, and
kicked fragments of frozen earth and gravel into the
water. A woman going by looked at her.

' Where is the parson ? ' asked Mehalah.

' Yonder, you go over the marsh by the hill with
the windmill on it, and you come to a road, you'll find
a blacksmith's shop, and you must ask there. He's the
curate, there's no rector hereabouts. They keep away
because of the agiie.'

Mehalah cross the fen indicated, passed beside the
windmill and the blacksmith's shop^ and found the
cottage occupied by the curate, a poor man, married
to a woman of a low class, with a family of fourteen
children, packed in the house wherever they could be
stowed away. The curate was a crushed man, his ideas

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stunned in his head by the uproar in which he dwelt.
His old schohu^liip remained to liiin in his brain like
fossils in the chalk, to be picked out, dead morsc^ls.
There was nothing' living in the petrified white matter
that filled his skull.

Mehalah knocked at the door. The parson opened
it, and admitted her into his kitchen. As soon as the
wife heard a female voice, she rushed out of the Ijaek
kitchen with her arms covered with soap suds, and stood
in the door. A little-minded woman, she lived on her
jealousy, and would ever allow her husband to speak
with another woman if she could help it.

* What do you wan*^, my dear?' asked the curate.

' Ahem ! ' coughea .he wife. * Dear, indeed I Pray
who are you, mi«s ? '

Mehalah explained that she sought work, and hoped
that the parson would be able to recommend her.

* You don't, you don't ' faltered he.

* You don't suppose I'd take you on liere,' said the
parson's wife. 'You're too young by twenty years. I
don't approve of young women ; they don't make good
servants. I liJie a staid matronly person of forty to
fifty, that one can trust, and won't be gadding after

boys or ' she shook her suds at her husband. *But

I don't at present want any servant. We are full.*

* We don't keep any,' said the pastor.

* Edward I don't demean us, we do keep servants —
occasionally. You know we do, Edward. Mrs. Cutts
comes in to scour out. and clean up of a Saturday.
You forget that. We pay her ninepence.'

' Who are you, my dear — I mean, young woman i *
asked the curate.

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* Yes, wlio ari! you?' said his better h.ilf. ^ Wa
must know more of you before we can recomineml yoii
nmong our friends. Our friends are very select, and
keep q\iite a better sort of servants, they don't pick up
anybody, they take so to speak the cream, the very
purest quality.'

Mehalah gave the required information. ^Ir.^.
Rabbit bridled and blew bubbles. The .ieverend ^Ir.
Rabbit became depressed, yet made an effort to
be confidential. * You'd better — you'd better mairy
him,' he hinted. 'It would be a satisfaction on all
eides.*

» What is that ? What did you say, Edward ? No
whisperings in my house, if you please. My house is
respectable, I hope, though it mayn't be a lordly mansion.
I do drive a conweyance,' she said. * I hire the black-
smith's donkey-cart when I go out to make my calls,
and drop my cards. So T leave you to infer if I'm not
respectable. And Miss — Miss — Miss — ' with a giggle
and a curtsey, ' when may I have the felicity of callinijf
on you at Red Hall, and of learning how respectahle
that establishment has become ? There's room for

improvement,' she said, tossing her nose.

At that moment a rush, a roar, an avalanche down
the narrow stairs, steep as a ladder. In a heap came
the whole fourteen, the oldest foremost, the youngest in
the rear.

' We've got him> we're going to drown him.*

*What is it?' fe;ibly enquired the father, putting
his hands to his ears.

« We'll hold him to tlie fire and pop his little eyes.'

'No, they're too small.'

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* Into the water-butt with hira I '
A yell.

* He's bitten me. Drown him I *

* What is it ? * shouted the mother.

* A bat. Tommy found him in the roof. We're
going to put him in the butt, and see if he can
swim.*

The whole torrent swept and swirled round Mehalah,
and carried her to the front door.
The curate stole out after her.

* My good girl,' he whispered, * botch it up. Marry.
Most marriages hereabouts are botches.'

* Edward I ' shouted Mrs. Rabbit, ' come in, no sneak-
ing outside after lasses. Come back at once. Always
wanting a last word with suspicious characters.'

' Marry I ' was the pastor's last word, as he was drawn
back by two soapy hands applied to his coat tails, and
the door was slammed.

Mehalah walked away fast from the yelping throng
of children congregated about the water-butt, watching
the struggles of the expiring bat. She took the road
before her, and saw that it led to Peldon, the leaning
tower of which stood on a hill that had formed the
northern horizon from the Ray. There was a nice farm
by the roadside, and she went there, and was met with
excuses. The time was not one when a girl could be
engaged. There was no work to be done in the winter.
The early spring was coming on, she urged, and she would
labour in the fields like a man. Then the sick mother
was mentioned as an insuperable objection. ' We can't
have any old weakly person here on the premises,' said
the farmer's wife. ' You see if she was to die, you've

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no money, and we should be put to the expense of the
burying ; anyhow there'd be the inconvenience of a
corpse in the house.'

Meh.'ilah went on ; and now a hope dawned in her.
Another two miles would bring her to the Rose, the old
inn that stood not far from the Strood. There she was
known, and there she was sure, if possible, she would be
accommodated and given work.

She walked forward with raised head, the dark cloud
that had brooded on her brow began to rise, the bands
about her heart that had been contracting gave way a
little. There was the inn, an old-fashioned house, with
a vine scrambling over the red tile roof, and an ancient
standard sign before the door, on tlie green, bearing a
rose, painted the size of a gigantic turnip.

Mehalah walked into the bar. The merry landlord
and his wife greeted her with delight, with many shakes
of the hands, and much condolence over the disasters that
had befallen her and her mother.

' Well, my dear,' said the landlady, confidentially,
* you're well out of it, if you come here. To be sure
we'll take you in, and I dare say we'll find you work ;
bring your mother also. It ain't right for a handsome
wench like you to be living all along of a lone man in
his farm. Folks talk. They have talked, and said a
deal of things. But you come here. What day may
we expect you ? '

' I must bring my mother by water. The tide will
not suit for a week. It must be by day, my mother can-
not come in the boat if there be much rain ; and we
sliall not be able to come — at least there will be a diffi-
culty in getting away — should Kebow be at home.

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Expect us some day when the weather is favourable and
there be an afternoon tide.'

' You will be sure to come ? '

•Sure.*

CHAPTER XIX.

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Mehaiah's heart was lighter now than it Lad been for
many a week. She had secured her object. She could
be out of the toils of Rebow, away from his hateful
presence.

She had worked hard and conscientiously at Red
Hall, and felt that she had to some extent cancelled
the obligation he had laid on her. Her proud spirit,
lately crushed, began to arise ; her head was lifted
instead of being bowed.

Rebow remarked the change in her, and was satis-
fied either that she had reconciled herL')lf to her posi-
tion, or that she meditated something which he did not
understand.

Mrs. Sharland did not share in her daughter's
exultation. She grumbled and protested. She was
very comfortable at Red Hall, she was sure Elijah had
been exceedingly kind to them. They had wanted
nothing. The house was much better than the old
ramshackle Ray, and their position in it superior to
any they could aspire to at the Rose. This was a hint
to Mebalah, but tlie girl refused to take it. As for
Elijah, what was there to object to in him? He \\as
well off, very well off, a prosperous mun, who spent

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nothing on himself, and turned over a gi-eat deid of
money in the year. He was not very young, hut he
was a man who had seen the world and was in his prime
of strength and intelligence. Mrs. Sharland thought
that they could not do better than settle at the Ked
Hall and make it their home for life, and that Mehal.ih
should put her foolish fancies in her pocket and make
the best of what oJBfered.

But Mehalah's determination bore down all oppo-
sition.

St. Valentine's Day shone bright with a promise of
spring. The grey owls were beginning to build in the
hayrick, the catkins were timidly swelling on the nut
bushes ; in the ooze the glasswort shot up like little
spikes of vitriol-green glass. A soft air full of wooing
swept over the flats. The sun was hot.

The tide flowed at noon, and Elijah was absent.

Mehalah, deaf to her mother's remonstrances, re-
moved some of their needful articles to the boat, and at
last lud her mother, well wrapped up, to the skiff.

When the girl had cast loose, and was rowing on
the sparkling water, her heart danced and twinkled
with the wavelets ; there was a return of spring to her
weary spirit, and the good and generous seeds in her
uncultivated soul swelled and promised to shoot. She
was proud to think that she had carried her point, that
in spite of Rebow, she had established her freedom,
that her will had proved its power of resistance. She
even sang as she rowed, she, — whose song had been
hashed since the disappearance of Gecrge. She had
not forgotten him, and cast away her grief at his loss,
but the recoil from the bondage and moral depre::sioa

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ill !

of Ked Hall filled her with transient exultation and
joyousness.

The row was long.

' mother I ' she said, as she passed under the Ray
hill, '- 1 must indeed run up and look at the place. I
cannot go by.'

'- Do as you will,' said Mrs. Sharland. * I cannot
control you. I don't pretend to. My wishes and my
feelings are nothing to you.'

Mehalah did not notice this peevish remark, she
was accustomed to her mother's fretfulness. She threw
the little anchor on the gravel at the ' hard,' and jumped
on shore. She ascended the hill and stood by the
scorched black patch which marked her old home.
The house had burned to the last stick, leaving two
brick chimneys standing gauntly alone. There was the
old hearth at which she had so often crouched, bare,
cold, and open. A few bricks had been blown from the
\,op of the chimney, but otherwise it was intact.

As she stood looking sadly on the relics, Abraham
PowHJng came up.

' What are you doing here ? '

* I have come away from Red Hall, Abraham,' she
said gaily, ' I do not think I have been so happy for
many a day.'

' When are you going back ? '

* Never.'

* Who then is to prepare me my wittles ? ' he asked
sullenly. * I ain't going to be put off with anything.'

* I do not know, Abraham.'

' But I must know. Now go back again, and don't
do what's wrong and foolish. You ought to be there,

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and mistress there too. Then all will run smooth, and
I'll get my wittles as I like them.'

* You need not speak of that, Abraham, I shall
never return to Red Hall. I have quitted it and I
hope have seen the last of the hateful house and its
still more hateful master.'

* I wonder,' mused the shepherd, * whether I could
arrange with Rebow to get my wittles from the Rose.'

* That is where I am going to.'

« Oh I ' his face lightened, ' then I don'l mind. Do
what you think best.' His face darkened again. ' But
I doubt whether the master will keep me on when you
have left. I reckon he only takes me because of you ;
he thinks you wouldiA like it, if I was to be turned
adrift. No. You had better go back to Red Hall.
Make yourself as comfortable as you can. That's roy
doctrine.'

Presently the old man asked, * I say, does the master
know you have left ? '

* No, Abraham.'

* Are you sure ? *

* I never told him.'

' Did your mother know you had made up your
mind to leave ? '

' Yes, I told her so a week ago.'

' And you suppose she has kept her mouth shut ?
She couldn't do it.'

' If Elijah had suspected we were going to-day,' said
Mehalah, ' I do not think he would have left home ; he
would have endeavoured to prevent me.'

* Perhaps. But he's deep.'

* Good day, Abraham I ' She waved him a farewell

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with a smile. She knew, and made allowance for the
humours of the old man. In a moment she was again
by her mother, at the oar, and speeding with the flowing
tide up the Khyn to the ' hard ' at its head belonging
to the Rose Inn.

'Have you brought the toad-jug with you,
Mehalah?' '

' No, mother.'

* Nor the china dogs ? '
*No, mother.'

* It is of no use, I will not live a' he Rose. I will
not get out of the boat. I must have all my property
about me.'

'I will fetch the other thirigs away. When you
are housed safely, then I shall not care. I will go back
and bring away all our goods.'

' You are so rough. I won't let anyone ^ajdle the
china but myself. Last time the poodles were moved,
you know one lost a ear and a bit of its tail. There
is no one fit to touch such things but me. Those
rough-handed fellows, Jim and Joe, what do they
know of the value of those dogs ? You will promise
me, Mehalah, to be gentle with them. Put them in
the foot of a pair of stockings and wrap the legs round
them, and then perhaps they will travel. I wouldn't
have them lose any more of their precious persons, —
no, not for worlds, — not for worlds.'

' I will take heed, mother.'

* And mind and stuff my old nightcap, — the dirty
one, I mean — and my bedsocks into the toad-jug, then
it won't break. You'll promise me that, '^^'lrt j» u; if
that were injured, I'd as soon die as see it.*

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* I will use the utmost precaution with it.*

* Then there are the soup plates, of Lowestoft. I
had them of my father, and he liad them of his grand-
mother ; there's a dozen of them, and not a chip or a
crack. True beauties as ever you saw, I think you'd
best put them in the folds of some of my linen. Put
them between the sheets, wide apart, in the spruce
hutch.'

* All right, mother ; now hold hard, here we are.'
The boat grated on the bottom, and then it wa3

drawn up by a firm hand. Mehalah looked round and
started.

Elijah and two other men were there. Elijah had
stepp'd into the water, and pulled the ' .« ashore.

' Here we are. Glory I ' he saidj ' waiting ready for
you. The sheriffs officer with his warrant, all ready.
You haven't kept us waiting long.'

•■What is that? What is that?' screamed Mrs.
Sharland,

^ Step out, Grlory I step out, mistress I ' said Elijah.

' What is the mecining of this ? ' asked Mehalah, a
cloud suddenly darkening her sky and quenching the
-)y of her heart.

* I've a warrant against yoii, madam,' said the man
who stood by Rebow. ' P.'^ ise to read it.' He held it
out.

* What is this ? ' screamed Mrs. Sharland, rising in
the boat and staggering forwards. Mehalah helped
her on shore.

' This is what it is,' answered Rebow. * You and
Glory there are mv tenants for the Ray. The farm is
miue, with the maishes and the saltings. I gave eight

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hundred poundo for it. You've burnt down my
premises, between you, you and Glory there. You've
robbed me of a hundred or two hundred pounds worth
of property with your wilfulness or carelessness. Now,
I want to kno^v, how is it you have not built up my
farmhouse again ? '

* I can't do it. I haven't the money I ' wailed Mrs.
Shark nd. * I am sure, Master Rebow, there was
nothing but pure accident in the fire. I never
thought '

' Pure accident I ' scoffed Elijah. * Do yon call that
pure accident., soaking the whole chamber in spirits,
with a fire burning on the hearth, and dashing the cask
staves here and there, on the fire anfl off it.'

Mehalah looked at hira.

' Ah, ha I Glory ! You think I don't know it.
You think I didn't see you I Why, I was at the
window. I saw you do it. Tell me, mother, did not
Glory smash the keg I had just given you? '

' I belie\ e she did, Elijah I I am very sorry. I
did my best to stop her, but she is a perverse, rebellious
girl. You must forgive her, she intended no harm.'

' If you saw me do it, why did you let the house
catch fire ? ' asked Mehalah, looking hard in Rebow's
face,

* Could I help it ? ' he asked in reply. * There you
sat by the health, and no harm came of it. At last
you went out, and locked and double-locked the door,
I went down to my boat. I tell you, I was uneasy,
and I looked back, and I saw by the light in the room
that the spirit had caught. I ran back and tried to
get in. The floor was flaming.'

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* The floor was of brick,' said Mehalah.

*The door was fast locked. You know best why
you locked it. It never was fastened before that niglit.
You screwed on the lock, then you went out of the
place yourself, leaving the room on fire, and fastened
the door that none might get in.*

* A lie I ' exclaimed the girl.

* Is ic a lie ? I don't think it. I can't cipher out
your doings any other way. I tried to break open the
door, but you had put too stout a fastening on. Tlien
I burst open the window, and when the wind got in, it
made the fire rage worse. So I ran and shouted to my
men in the big boat, and I got a balk and I stove the
door in, and then it was too late to do more than save
your mother and her goods. As for you, you left her
and them to burn together ; you wanted to be off and
free of her. I know you.'

' Oh, Master Rebow ! I know I'm a burden to her,
but she would not do that ! ' put in Mrs. Sharland.

*Why did you watch me?' asked Mehalah, and
then regretted that she had put the question.

* You see,' said Elijah turning to thi officer, * she
didn't think anyone was near to give evidence against
her.'

* Here I am,' said Mehalah, * put me in prison, do
with me what you will. I am innocent of all intent
to burn the farm.'

' T could hang you for it,' laughed Elijah. * That
pretty neck where the red handkerchief hangs so
jauntily would not look well with a hemp rope round
it. You'd dangle on the Ray, where the house stood.
You'd have a black cap then pulled over those dark

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eyes and brown skin, not a red one, not a red one,
Glory ! ' he rubbed his hands.

' I have no warrant against you,' said the bailiff to
Mehalah. ' You stand charged with nothing. The
warrant is against your mother.'

* Against me ? What will you do with me ? ' cried
the old woman.

* You must go to prison if you cannot build the
house up again, and restore it a^ good as it was to the
landlord. He can't be at a loss by your neglect.*

* I cannot do it. I have not the money.'

* Then you must go to prison till you get it.'

Mrs. Sharland sank on the gravel. She wept and
u^rung her hands. This was worse than the burning of
the house, worse even than the lesion of the ear and
tail of the poodle.

* I won't go. I can't go ! ' she sobbed. ' I've the
agile so bad. I siifTer from rheumatism in all my bones.
Let me alone,' she pleaded, * and I promise I'll go to
Iwd and never get out of it again.'

* You'll suffer in prison, I can promise you,' said
Elijah exultiiigly. * You'll have no bed to crawl into,
unless you can pay for it ; you'll have no blankets to
wrap round you in the cold frosty night, if you can't
pay for them ; you'll have no fire to shiver by when
th«*re is ice on the ponds, if you haven't money to pay
for it. The frost in your bones will make you shriek
and jabber in prison.'

' I have no money. I gave the last to pay off Mrs.
De Witt,' wailed the wretched woman. * But there are
the sheep.'

* They go to pay your rent up to Lady Day, ay vi, and

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sn-jr

red one,

bailiff to

'g. The

? ' cried

lild the
i to the

pt and
Liing of
sar and

\re the
bones.
go to

' said
into,
jts to
can*t
svhen

pay
iriek

IVTrs.
I are

and

till Michaelmas. I haven't had notice yet that you are
about to quit. You can't give up the farm without, and
I will exact every penny of my rent.'

* Then I am at your mercy,' sobbed Mrs. Sharland.
She tinned to Mehalah and pleaded, * Haven't you a
word to say, to save me ? '

The girl was silent. Wluit oould she say ?

* Come along, madam, it is of no use. The warrant
IH here, and come along you mu 1.'

* I will not go to prison. I will not. I shall die of
cold and ague and rheumatics there. My bones will
burst like water-pipes, and I'll shiver the teeth out of
my jaws and the nails off my fingers and toes. I won't
go I ' she screamed. ' You must carry me, I can't walk.
I'm a dying old woman.'

' Would you like to go back to Red Hall ? ' asked
Elijah gravely.

' Oh I Master Rebow, if I might I I could shiver
in comfort.'

' You and Glory ! You and Glory 1 ' He looked
from one to the other. * 1 don't take back one without
the other.'

' Take me back ! ' wailed Mrs, Sharland. * I know
you won't be so cruel as to send me to prison. Let me
go back to my armchair ; Mehalah I promise him every-
thing.'

' I will promise him nothing,' she said gloomily.

* If ever I hated this man, I hate him now.'

*Then she must go to prison,' growled Rebow.

* Now look you here, Glory [ I don't ask much. I only
a'^k you to go back with your mother, and work for me
as you have worked hitherto. I do iM^t say a word

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^'^^out anythiW else V .,

"" ^°" come iij "•""'"^ *° '"^ and Wd te?r ^°"
Do vox h S^'^e vourseJ*' fV^ i • ® ''''^« you.

' Mehr.'"'' '^'"'■^ ? • '^ '"'° "^ hands.'

"^''•■•tyou ct'/''" ««'' pleaded Mrs Sho , .
by for you when I whsTIT P"'""- ©id I „„. , °
^«Veft.emethiJf ^'^'''o'^^ncl need,? VnJJS'

she return of ^° ^ pauner'« oi; n "" ^^e

P^P-d yourseif."'"^ '''^^-'o. on the condS 'r,'
Mebalah trembled. '^

-toStaf''^'''^^''^Mr.Sbarland <„ ,

;'ood as tbougb bai; S, . »- head s.am ; she
f ,' "'a^Ped her bands ovfr hi f "° " ^'Sh wall. Then
8 ^^om of tears. '''' forehead, and burst into

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me. You
mpossiUe.

J wish to
■y another
your own
There ! J

further ;
'tere you
ake you,
y iiands.

i. *Do

not lay
nd will

* Jim * ' said Elijah, * get the old doll into tlie stern,
and you row her back to Red Hall. Take hor under
your arm and chuck her in anyhow.'

He looked at the convulsed girl with an uyly smile
of triumph.

*Give me the warrant, baili^TI' He took the paper,
held it under Mehalah's ^yes and tore it iu pieces, aud
scattered them over the water.

* Shove off, Jim. Uow the old bundle back quick.
Glory and I are going to drive home.'

Melialah looked up, with a gasp as though stung,

* Yes, (J lory I To-diiy is Valentine's Day. Valen-
tine's Day it is. I have my little gig here. It accom-
modates two beautifully. I am going to take you up
by my side, and drive you home, home, to your home
and mine, Glory, in it ; and all along the road, here at
the Rose where the h rse is standing, at Peldon, at
Salcott and Virley, — all along the road, — at the parson's,
at the Rising Sun, at Farmer Goppin's, — everywhere
I'll let them see that I'm out a-junketing to-day along
with my Valentine.'

All power of resistance was gone from Mehalah.
The landlady at the Rose looked at her with pitying
eyes, as she was helped up into the gig.

* I thought you was coming to us,' said the woman.

* You thought wrong,' answered Elijah with a boi-
sterous laugh. * Glory is coming back to me. We've
had a bit of a tiff, but have made it up. Haven't we,
Glory ? '

The girl's head fell in shame on her bosom. She
could not speak, but the tears rolled out of her eyes and
streaked the ' Gloriana ' on her breast.

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MEHALAH.

He did not say a word to her as he drove home ;
but he stopped wherever she had halted a few days
before. At Peldon farm he drew up, and struck at the
door. He asked if there was a bullock there to be
sold. The woman came into the garden with him.

* Out a Valentining along with my lass,' he said,
indicating Mebalah with his whip over his shoulder.

He arrested his horse at the parson's cottage, and
shouted till the door opened, and Mr. Rabbit appeared,
with Mrs. Rabbit behind his back, peeping over his
shoulder.

* I say,* roared Rebow, • one of those cursed brats of
yours has been on my marshes plaguing my cows, and
has run two of them lame. Let him try it on again,
let him put his foot on my ground, and I'll cut it off,
and send him limping home.'

He stopped at the Rising Sun and called for spirits,
and offered some to Mehalah. She turned aside her
head in disgust ; he drove up to Virley Hall farm, and
into the yard, and called forth Farmer G-oppin and his
wife.

* I tell you,' he said, * one of my cattle has been
straying, I don't suppose she has done damage ; she
got into this here yard, I'm told. You turned her out.
I'm a man of few words, but I thank ye. I am carrying
her home before she is pounded.'

And then he drove straight to Red Hall.

Mehalah descended, crushed, broken, no more her-
self, the bold haughty girl of the Ray. She crept
upstairs, took off her red cap and tore it with her
hands and teeth. Her liberty was for ever gone from
her*

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Her mother was in their common bedroom, the boat
had returned before the cart, for the way by water was
the shortest, and tide had favom-ed. The old woman
babbled about her grievances, and rejoiced at Rebow's
magnanimity. She was busy replacing all the little
articles that had been carried away, and were now
brought back.

Mehalah could not endure the thrumming of her
talk, and she hid herself in a corner of the little inner
apartment, an empty room lighted by a small triangular
window. There she crouched in the comer, on the
ground, with her head on her knees and her hands in
her hair behind. She sat there motionless. The foun-
tain of her tears was dried up. The hectic flames
burned in her cheeks, but all the rest of her face was
deadly in its pallor. She could not think, she could
not feel. She had experienced but ono such fxnother
period of agony, that when the medai was restored and
she knew that Greorge was lost to her. That moment
was sweet to this. That was one of pure pain, this
of pain and humiliation, of crushed pride, of honour
trampled and dragged in the dirt. Her self-respect
had had its death-wound, and she sat and let her heart
bleed away. Once or twice 3he put her hand on the
floor. She thought that that must have been flooded
with blood and tears, as if, when she took her hand up,
it must be steeped red. It was not so.

But the soul has its ichor as well as the heart, and
when it is cut deep into it also drains away, and is left
empty, pulseless, pallid. Mrs. Sharland came in and
spoke to her daughter, but got no answer. Mehalah

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HEHALAH.

looked up at her, b"t there was no expression in her
eyes, she did not hear, or if she heard, did not under-
stand what was said to her. The old woman went away
muttering.

The evening fell, and Mehalah still sat crouched in
her corner. The golden triangle which had stood on
the wall opposite her had moved to her side, turned to
silver, and now was but a nebulous patch on the white
plaster. With the death of the day some abatement
came to Mehalah's distress. She moved her cramped
limbs. She rose to he;, knees, and fixed lier eyes on the
sky that glimmered grey through the triangular win-
dow. A star was hanging there. She saw it, and looked
at it long, it shone through her eyes and down into the
dark abyss in her soul. By little her ideas began to
shape themselves ; recollections of the past formed
over that despairing gulf ; she could not think of the
present ; she had not the power or the will to look into
the future.

A year had passed since, on such an evening as this,
looking on that star, she had stood with G-eorge de
Witt on the Kay beneath the thorn trees, and he had
gaily called her his Valentine, and given her in jest a
picture of the Goddess of Liberty as proclaimed in
Paris, wearing the bonnet rouge. She a goddess 1 She
who was now so weak. Her power was gone. Liberty I
She had none. She was a slave.

She drew herself up on her knees, and strained her
united fingers, with the palms outward, towards that
glittering star, and moaned, 'My Valentine! My
George, my George I *

Suddenly, as if in answer to that wail from her

sion in her
not under-
went away

rouched in
I stood on
turned to
the white
abatement
f cramped
yea on the
:ular win-
nd looked
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t formed
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ined her
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wounded heart, there came a crash, and then loud,
pealing, agonising, a cry from below out of the depths,
and yet in the air about — * Glory I Glory 1 Glory I *

CHAPTER XX.

IN FBOFONDUM.

The cry roused Mehalah, as a step into cold water
is a shock bringing a somnambulist instantly to full
consciousness.

In a minute she was outside the house, looking for
the person whose appeal had struck her ear. She saw
the wooden shutter that had closed the window of the
madman's den broken, banging by one hinge. Two
bleached, ghostly hands were stretched through the
bars, clutching and opening.

At his door, above the steps, stood Elijah,

* Hah I Glory I ' he said, ' has the crazed fool's shout
brought you down ? '

She was stepping towards the window. Rebow ran
down before her.

' Go in I ' he shouted to his brother. ' Curse you,
you fool ! breaking the shutter and yelling out, scaring
the whole house.' He had a whip, a great carter's
whip in his hand, and he smacked it. The hands dis-
appeared instantly.

' Bring me a hammer and nails,' ordered Rebow.
• You will find them in the window of the hall.'

Mehalah obeyed. Rebow patched up the shutter
temporarily. There were iron bars to the window.

274

-lae wooden cover haA

little li^it T. ^ '""^^^ ^ole in it fn .a -.

"got. During the snmrv, ., ^^ admit a

' Why did he call -neT' rt ^ f/""*^ ""W.
'He did not.' ^l^ed Mehalah.

*I heard his orrr tt
Glory! Glory P "''■ ^^ "-"^d "ne thrice. G,ory,.
* He was askinxy fnv w

i» this house so lono' «„^ u "^ ^ ^*^® been alone

At last I took to teaching " 1 ^^^^ *" about yo„
wouldn't give hunM^'rL7uT''"' ^°^ °^« r
i™ like a parrot. I J^^ v" ^^ ^'^'J "• I taught
you make a dog sit up ^ t ^"f 'P""^ ^o" name as
•«en about ou fhe road all d '^ ''' ' "' "^ bread C
versity and >nlfu]ness and I' °" ^''<=°"»' "^ Jour pel
f^^ ^ood But I Z't Ze "HeTV" ^^^ •"' •'"'be-:

I>o not' said Tvr^i , 1^®^ ^'^ future.'
^h I you are tnm^^ ^ wretch thus.'

Mehalah sulleni;. "* '°°'^^'^ ''o' =»* your hands,' said

, ' ^ook you here, Glorv r t),.
aWs makes him ^addl f w?? t '""' ^"'^ *'"'' "
of food, and strap his sh„„Vi ^ *° '^^^P bim short

walls down i„ hi.Pfi;;;/^''""^''-^. or be would tear the

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• Let me attend to him,' asked Mehalah.

• You'd be afraid of him.'

• I should pity him,' said the girl. * He and I are
both wretched, both your victims, both prisoners, wear-
ing your chains.'

' You have no chains round you. Glory.*

• Have I not ? I have, invisible, may be, but firmer,
colder, more given to rust into and rub the flesh than
those carried by that poor captive. I have tried to
break away, but I cannot. You draw me back.'

' I told you I could. I have threads to eveiy finger,
and I can move you as I will. I can bring you into
my arms.'

' That — never,* said Mehalah gloomily and leisurely.

< You think not ? '

' I am sure not. You may boast of your power
over me. You have a power over me, but that power
has its limits. I submit now, but only for my mother's
sake. Were she not dependent wholly on me, were
she dead, I would defy you and be free, free as the gull
yonder.'

Elijah put his hand inside his door, drew out his
gun, and in a moment the gull was seen to fall.

' She is not dead,' said Mehalah, with a gleam of
triumph in her sad face.

' No, but winged. The wretch will flutter along
disabled. She will try to rise, ind each effort will give
her mortal agony, and grind the splintered bones
together and make the blood bleed away. She will
skim a little while above the water, but at length
will fall into the waves and be washed ashore dead.'

276

MEHALAH.

* Yes,' said Mehalah ; *you will not kill, but wound
— wound to the quick.'

'That is about it, Glory I'

* Let me repeat my request,* she said ; * allow me
to attend to your brother. I must have someone,
some thing, to pity and minister tot*

' You can minister to me.'

« So I do.'

' And you can pity me.*

* Pity you 1 ' with scorn.

* Aye. I am to be pitied, for here am I doing all
I can to win the heart of a perverse and stubborn girl,
and I meet with nothing but contempt and hate. I am
to be pitied. I am a man ; I love you, and am defied
and repulsed, and fled from as though I had the pesti-
lence, and my house were a plague hospital.'

' Will you let me attend to your brother ? *

* No, I will not.'

The shutter was dashed off its hinges, flung out
into the yard, and the two ghastly hands were again
seen strained through the bars. Again there rang out
in the gathering night the piteous cry, ' Glory I Glory I
Glory I '

' By God 1 you hound,' yelled Elijah, and he raised
his whip to bring it down in all its cutting force on the
white wrists.

* I cannot bear it. I will not endure it I * cried
Mehalah, and she arrested the blow. She caught the
stick and wrenched it out of the hand of Rebow l)r'*>re
he could recover from his surprise, and broke it over
her knee and flung it into the dyke that encircled the
yard. There was, however, no passion in her face, she

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277

ill, but wound

acted deliberately, and her brown cheek remained un-
flushed. * I take his cry as an appeal to me, and I
will protect him from your brutality.'

' You are civil,' sneered Elijah. * What are you in
this house? A servant, you say. Then you should
speak and act as one. No, Glory ! you know you are
not, and cannot be, a servant. You shall be its mistress.
I forgive you what you have done, for you are asserting
your place and authority. Only do not cry out and
protest if in future I speak to the workmen of you as
the mistress.'

A hard expression settled on Mehalah's brow and
eyes. She turned away.

' Are you going ? Have you not a parting word,
mistress ? '

' Go I ' she said, in a tone unlike that usual with
her. ' I care for nothing. I feel for no one. I am
without a heart. Do what you will with that brother
of yours. I am indifferent to him and to his fate.
Everything in the world is all one to me now. If you
had let me think for the poor creature and feed him,
and attend to him, I might have become reconciled to
being here; I could at least have comforted my soul
with the thought that I was ministering to the welfare
of one unhappy wretch and lightening his lot. But
now,' she shrugged her shoulders. ' Now everything is
all one to me. I can laugh,' she did so, harshly. ' There
is nothing in the world that I care for now, except my
mother, and I do not know that I care very much for
her now. I feel as if I had no heart, or that mine were
frozen in my bosom.'

' You do not care now for your mother 1 ' exclaimed

278

MIOHALAH.

Rebow. * Then leave lier here to my tender raercy, and
go out into the world and seek your fortune. Go on|
the tramp like your gipsy ancestry,'

' Leave my mother to your mercy I ' echoed Mehahah.
* To the mercy of 2/ou, who could cut your poor crazed
brother over the fingers with a great horsewhip I To
vyoit, who have stung and stabbed at my self-respect
till it is stupefied; who have treated n^, whom you
profess to love, as I would not treat a marsh briar.'
Never. Though my heart may be stunned or dead, yet
I have sufficient instinct to stand by and protect her
who brought me into the world and nurseu me, when I
was helpless. As for you, I do not hate you any more
than I love you. You are nothing to me but a coarse,
ill-conditioned dog. I will beat you off with a hedge-
stake if you approach me nearer than I choose. If you
keep your distance and keep to yourself, you will not
occupy a corner of my thoughts. I take my course,
you take yours.' She walked moodily away and re-
gained her room.

Mrs. Sharland began at once a string of queries.
She wanted to know who had cried out and alarmed
them, what Mehalah had been saying to Rebow, whether
she had come to her senses at last, how long she was
going to sulk, and so on.

Mehalah answered her shortly and rudely ; that the
cry had come from the madman, that he meant nothing
by it, he had been taught to yell thus when he wanted
food, that he had been neglected by his brother and
was distressed ; as for her mother's other questions, she

* fioisd-fljr*

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279

passed them by without remark, and brushing in front
of the old woman, went into the inner chamber.

* Mehalah I ' called Mrs. Sharland. * I will not have
you glouting in there any longer. Come out.'

The girl paid no attention to her. She leaned her
head against the wall and put her hands to her ears.
Her mother's voice irritated her. She wanted quiet.

* This is too much of a good thing,' said the old
woman, going in after her. * Come away, Mehalah, you
have your work to do, and it must be done.'

* You are right,' answered the girl in a hard tone,
* I am a servant, and I will do my work. I will go down
at once.' She knitted her brows, and set her teeth.
Her complexion was dul! and dead. Her hair was in
disorder, and fell about her shoulders. She twisted it
up carelessly, and tied it round her head with George's
handkerchief.

When she returned, her mother was in bed, and
half-asleep. Mehalah went to the window, the window
that looked towards the Eay, and drawing the curtains
behind her, remained there, her head sunk, but her
eyes never wavering from the point where her home
had been when she was happy, her heart ^ree, and her
self-respect unmangled. So passed hour after hour.
There was full moon, but the sky was covered with
clouds white as curd, scudding before a north-west wind.
The moon was dulled but hardly obscured every now and
then, and next moment glared out in naked brilliancy.

Everything in the house was hushed. Elijah had
gone to bed. Mehalah had heard his heavy tread on
the stair, and the bang of his door as he shut it ; it had
roused her, she turned her head, and her face grew

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MEHALAH.

Iiiirder in the cold moonlight. Then she looked biick
towards the Ray.

Her mother was asleep. The starlings and sparrows
who had worked their way under the eaves, and were
building nests between the ceiling and the tiles, stirred
uneasily ; they were cold and hungry and could not
sleep. Anyone not knowing what stirred would have
supposed that mice were holding revel in the attics.
There yonder on the marsh was something very white,
like paper, flapping and flashing in the moonlight.
What could it be ? It moved a little way, then blew
up and fell and flapped again. "Was it a sheet of
paper ? If so how came it not to be swept away by the
rushing wind. No, it was no sheet of paper. Mehalah's
curiosity was roused. She opened the window and
looked out. At the same moment it rose, fluttered
nearer, eddied up, and fell again. A cloud drifted over
the moon and made the marsh grey, and in the shadow
the restless object was lost, the flash of white was blotted
over. When the moon gleamed out again, she saw it
once more. It did not move. The wind tore by, and shook
the casement in her hand, but did not lift and blow
away that white object. Then there was a lull. The
air was still for a moment. At that moment the white
object moved again, rose once more and fluttered up, it
was flying, it was nearing, — it fell on the roof of the
bakehouse under the window. Now Mehalah saw what
this was. It was the wounded gull, the bird Rebow had
shot.

The miserable creature was struggling with a broken
wing, and with distilling blood, to escape to sea, to die,
and drop into the dark, tossing, foaming waves, to lose

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2^1

e looked back

and sparrows
,ves, and were
B tiles, stirred
nd could not
;d would have
in the attics.
\g very white,
e moonlight,
ay, theii blew
t a sheet of
>t away by the
3r. Mehalah's

window and
ose, fluttered
drifted over
n the shadow

e was blotted
in, she saw it

3y, and shook

ift and blow

1 a lull. The
it the white

|ttered up, it

roof of the

ih saw what

Rebow had

Ith a broken

sea, to die,

Ives, to lose

itself in infinity. It could not expire on the land, it
must seek its native element, the untamed, unconfined
sea ; it could not give forth its soul on the trampled,
reclaimed, hedged-in earth.

Was it not so with Glory ? Could her free soul rest
where she now was? Could it endure for ever this
tyranny of confinement within impalpable walls? She
who had lived, free as a bird, to be blown here and
there by every impulse, when every impulse was fresli
and pure as the unpolluted breath of God that rushes
over the ocean. Was sh3 not wounded by the same
hand that had brought down the white mew ? There
she was fluttering, rising a little, again falling, her
heart dim with tears, her life's vigour bleeding away,
the white of her bosom smeared with soil that adhered,
as she draggled in the mire, into which he had cast her.
• Whither was she tending ? She turned her face out to
sea — it lay stretched before her ink-black. Red Hall
and its marshes were to her a prison, and freedom was
beyond its sea-wall.

She was startled by a sound as of bricks falling.
She listened without curiosity. The sound recurred
aj^^ain, and was followed after a while by a grating noise,
and then a rattle as of iron thrown down. She heard
nothing further for a few minutes, and sank back into
her dull dream, and watching of the poor mew, that
now beat its wings on the roof, and then slid off and
disappeared. Was it dead now ? It did not matter.
Mehalah could not care greatly for a bird. But pre-
sently from out of the shadow of the bakehouse floated
a few white feathers. The gull was still wending its
way on, with unerring instinct, towards the rolling sea.

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282

MEHALAH.

Just then Mehalah heard a thud, as though some heavy
body had fallen, accompanied by a short clank of metal.
She would have paid it nc further attention had she not
been roused by seeing the madman striding and then
jumping, with the chain wound round one arm. He
looked up at the moon, his matted hair was over his
face, and Mehalah could not distinguish the features.
He ran across the yard, and then leaped the dyke and
went off at long bounds, like a kangaroo, over the
pasture towards the sea-wall.

Mehalah drew back. What should she do ? Should
she rouse Elijah, and tell him that his brother had
wrenched off the grating of his window and worked his
way out, and was now at large in the glare of moon on
the marshes, leaping and rejoicing in his freedom ? No,
she would not. Let the poor creature taste of liberty,
inhale the fresh, pure air, caper and race about under
no canopy but that of God's making. She would not
curtail his time of freedom by an hour. He would
suffer severely for his evasion on the morrow, when
Elijah would call out his men, and they would hunt the
poor wretch down like a wild beast. She could see
Kebow stand over him with his great dog-whip, and
srrike him without mercy. She rouse Eebow ! Slie
reconsign the maniac to his dark dungeon, with its
dank floor and stifling atmosphere I The gull was for-
gotten now ; its little strivings overlooked in anxiety
for the mightier strivings of the human sufferer. Yet all
these three were bound together by a common tie!
Each was straining for the infinite, and for escape from
thraldom ; one with a broken wing, one with a broken
brain, one with a broken heart. There was the wounded

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283

e heavy
f metal,
she not
,nd then
tn. He
>ver his
features,
yke and
ver the

Should
her had
)rked his
moon on
»rn? No,
liberty,
lit under
)uld not
would
, when
mnt the
)uld see

lip,

and

! She

rith its

ras for-

I anxiety

Yet ail

)n tie !

)e from

broken

(ounded

bird flapping and edging its way outwards to the salt
K<,'a. There was the dazed brain driving the wretched
man in mad gambols along the wall to the open water.
There was the bruised soul of the miserable girl
yearning for something, she knew not what, wide, deep,
eternal, unlimited, as the all-embracing ocean. In
that the bird, the man, the maid sought freedom, rest,
recovery.

She could not go to bed and leave the poor maniac
thus wandering unwatched. She would go out and
follow him, and see that no harm came to him.

She took off her shoes, shut the window. Her
mother was sleeping soundly. She undid the door and
descended the stairs. They creaked beneath her 9tep^J,
but Rebow, who had slept through, the noise made by
his brother in efifecting his escape, was not awakened
by her footfall. She unlocked the back door, closed it,
and stole forth.

As she passed the bakehouse she lit on the wounded
bird. In a spasm of sympathy she bent and took it up.
It made a frantic effort to escape, and uttered its wild,
harsh screams ; but she folded her hands over the wings
and held the bird to her bosom and went on. The
blood from the broken bone and torn flesh wet her
hand, and dried on it like glue. She heeded it not,
but walked forward. By the raw moonlight she saw
the madman on the wall. He had thrown down his
chain. He heeded it not no ,7. There had been suffi-
cient intelligence or cunning in his brain to bid him
deaden its clanking when making his escape from the
bouse.

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wild hair blew about in the wind, it looked like seaweed
tangles. Then he sat down. Mehalah did not venture
on the wall, but crept along in the marsh. He had got
a stone, and was beating at his chain with it upon the
Btone casing of the wall on the sea face. He worked at
it patiently for an hour, and at last broke one of the
links. He waved the chain above his head with a shout,
and flung it behind him into the marsh. He ran on.
Mehalah stole after him. He never looked back, always
forwards or upwards. Sometimes he danced and shouted
and sang snatches to the moon when it flared out from
behind a cloud. Once, when at a bend of the wall, his
shadow was cast before him, he cowered back from it,
jabbering, and putting his hands supplicatingly towards
it ; then he slipped down the bank, laughed, and ran
across the marsh, with his shadow behind him, and
thought in his bewildered brain that he had cunningly
eluded and escaped the figure that stood before him to
stop him. He reached the mill that worked the pump.
He must have remembered it : it was mixed up some-
how with the confused recollections in his brain, for it
did not seem to startle or frighten him. He scarcc4y
noticed it, but, uttering a howl, a wild, triumphant
shouty sprang upon a duck punt hauled up on the wall.
It was Elijah's punt, left there occasionally, quite as
often as at the landing near the house, a small, flat-
bottomed boat, painted white, with a pair of white,
muffled rs in it.

In a moment, before Mehalah had considered what
to do, or whether she could do anything, he had run
the punt down into the water, and had seated himself

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in it, and taken the oars and struck out to sea, out
towards the open, towards the unbounded horizon.

He rowed a little way, not very far, and then stood
up. He could not apparently endure to face the land,
the place of long confinement, he must turn and look
out to sea.

Mehalah stood on the sea-wall. The waves were
lapping at her feet. The tide had turned. It ^lowed
at midnight, and midnight was just past. She had
forgotten the gull she bore, in her alarm for the man,
she opened her arms, and the bird fluttered down and
fell into the water.

The moon was now swimming in a clear space of
sky free of cloudfloes. In that great light the man was
distinctly visible, standing, waving his arms in the
white punt, drifting, not rapidly, but steadily outwards.
In that great light went out also, on the same cold,
dark water, the dying bird, that now stirred not a
wing.

Mehalah watched motionless, with a yearning in
her heart that she could not understand, her arms ex-
tended towards that boundless expanse towards which
the man and the bird were being borne, and into which
they were fading. He was singing ! Some old, childish
lay of days that were happy, before the shadow fell.

There stood Glory, looking, indistinctly longing,
till her eyes were filled with tears. She looked on
through the watery vail, but saw nothing. When she
wiped it away she saw nothing. She watched till the
day broke, but she saw nothing more.

ilEHALAIt*

CHAPTER XXL

IN VAIN I

Mrs. Db Witt was not happy, taken all in all. Ther^
were moments indeed of conviviality when she boasted
that she was now what she had always wanted to be^
independent, and with none to care for but herselfj
* none of them bullet-headed, shark-bellied men to fus«s
and worrit about.' But she laboured, like the moon,
under the doom of passing through phases, and one of
these was dark and despondent. As she lay in her
bunk of a raw morning, and contemplated her toes in
the grey light that fell through the liatches, she was
forced to admit that her financial position wii:^ not
established on a secure basis. It reposed on smelt,
shrimps, dabs and eels, a fluctuating, an miceitain
foundation. She strode about the island and the
nearest villages on the mainland, with a basket on her
arm, containing a half-pint measure, and a load of
shrimps, or swung a stick in her hand from which
depended slimy eels. She did a small trade at the
farm-houses, and reaped some small retail profits.
Tlie farmers' wives were accustomed to see her in sun-
shine habited in scarlet more or less mottled with
crimson, in storm wearing a long grey military great
coat. In summer a flapping straw hat adorned her
head ; in wintt r a fur cap with a great knob at the top,
and fur lappets over her ears. In compliment to her
condition of mourner a big black bow was sewn to the
summit of the knob, and she looked like a knight

f,^

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lielineted, bearing as crest a butterfly displa\ oil, sable.
It was seldom that she was dismissed from a farmhouse
without having disposed of a few shrimp , or some
little fish ; for if she were not given custom regularly,
she took huff and would not call with her basket again,
till an apology were offered, and she was entreated to
return.

The profits of the trade were not however con-
siderable, and such as they were underwent reduction
on all her rounds. She consumed the major part of
them in her orbi^- at the ' Fountain,' the ' Fox,' tbe
* Leather Bottle ' or the ' Dog and Pheasant.' In tlie
bar of each of these ancient taverns, Mrs. De Witt was
expected and greeted as cordially as at the farm-
kitchen. There she was wont to uncas([ue, and ruffle
out her white cap, and turn out her pockets to count
her brass. There also this brass underwent consider-
able diminution. The consumption of her profits
generally left Mrs. De Witt in a condition rather the
worse than the better. She was a sinking fund that
sucked in her capital. However cheery of face, and
crisp of gathers, Mrs. De Witt may have started on
her mercantile round, the close saw her thick of speech,
leery of eye, festoony of walk, vague in her calculations,
reckless of measurement with her little pewter half-
pint, and generally crumpled in cap and garment. If
she were still able to rattle a few coppers in her pocket
when she stumbled up the ladder, toppled down into
the hold, and tumbled into her bunk, she was happy.
She was her own mistress, she had no helpless, foolish
man, husband or son, to consider, and before whom to
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MEHALAH.

as she was home ; and, as she said, sat up for no one
but herself.

She had not quite reconciled her smoking to her
conscience, when she had a son to set a model of life
to, before whom to posture as the ideal of womanhood
and maternity ; then when his foot was heard on the
ladder she would slip her clay into the oven, and mur-
mur something about a pinch out of her snuff-box
having fallen on the stove, or about her having smoked
her best gown as a preventive to moth. Now she
smoked with composure, and turned over in her mind
the various possibilities that lay before her. Should
she bow to the hard necessity of leading about a tame
man again, or should she remain in her present condi-
tion of absolute freedom ? The five-and-twenty pounds
had nea?iy disappeared, and she was not certain that
she could live in comfort on her gains by the trade in
shrimps and eels.

Mrs. De Witt was a moralist, and when nearly
drunk religious. She was not a church-goer, but slie
wa& fond of convivial piety. Over her cups she had a
great deal to say of her neighbours' moral shortcomings
and of her own religious emotions. When in a state
of liquor she was always satisfied that she was in a state
of grace. In her sober hours she thought of nothing
gave how to make both ends meet. She mused on her
future, and hovered in her choice, she feared that
sooner or later she must make her election, to take a
man or to do without one. The eagle can gaze on the
sun without blinking, but Mrs. De Witt could not fix
her eye on matrimony without the water coming into
it. That was a step she would not take till driven to

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r no ond

g to ber
el of life
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rd on the
and mnr-

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ig smoked

Now she

ber mind
f. Should
out a tame
sent condi-
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lertain that
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she had a
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eared that
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Vaze on the
[uld not fix
3ming into
driven to

it by desperation. The Pandora^a bottom was not all
that could be wished, it was rotten. Mrs. De Witt saw
that the repair of the Pandora was a matter she could
not compass. When she let in water, Mrs. De Wilt
would admit a husband. Whilst a plank remained
impervious to the tide, so would her breast to matri-
monial dreams.

The spring tides came, and with them seawater
oozing in at the rotted joints of the vessel. Mrs. De
Witt was well aware of the presence of bilgewater in
the bottom. Bilgewater has the faculty of insisting on
cognisance being taken of its presence. Whenever
she returned to the Pandora, the odour affected her
with horror, for it assured her that her days of inde-
pendence were numbered. But all at once a new light
sprang up in the old lady's mind, she saw a middle
course open to her; a way of maintaining a partial
independence, on a certainty of subsistence.

She had not returned the call made her by her
nephew Elijah Rebow. Half a year had elapsed, but
that was no matter. Etiquette of high life does not
rule the grades to which the Rebows and De Witts
belonged. Why should not she keep house for her
nephew ? He was well off, and he was little at home
his house was large, she would have free scope in it for
carrying on her own independent mode of life, and her
keep would cost her nothing. That house had been
her home. In it she had been born and nurtured.
She had only left it to be incumbered with a husband
and a son. Now she was free from these burdens,
what more reasonable than that she should return ? It

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MEHALAn.

was the natural asylum to which she must flee in her
necessity.

It was true indeed that Kebow had taken in Mrs.
Sharland and Glory, but what ties attached them to
him equal to hers of flesh and blood. Was she not his
aunt?

Now that Mrs. De Witt saw that it was clearly in
her interest to disestablish the Sharlands and install
herself in their place, she saw also, with equal clearness,
that morality and religion impelled her to take this
course. What was Elijah's connection with Glory?
Was it not a public scandal, the talk of the neighbour-
hood ? As aunt of Rebow was she not in duty bound to
interfere, to act a John the Baptist in that Herod's
court, and condemn the intimacy as improper ?

Mrs. De Witt pulled herself up, morally as well
as physically, and in habit also. That is, she was sit-
ting on her military coat tails, and with a gathering
sense of her apostleship of purity she shook them out,
she drew in at the same time the strings of her apron
and of her cap, tightened and lifted her bustle, so that
the red military tails cocked in an audacious and
defiant — if not in an apostolic and missionary manner.
She ran her fingers through the flutings of ber frills, to
make them stand out and form a halo rpund her face,
like the corolla of white round the golden centre of the
daisy. Then she drank off a noggin of gin to give
herself courage, and away she started, up the com-
panion, over the deck, and down the ladder, to row to
Red Hall with her purpose hot in her heart.

After the disappearance of the madman, Mehalah
had returned to the house and to her room. She said

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nothing next day of what she had seen. Elijah and his
men had searched the inai'shes and found no trace of
the man save the broken chain. That Rebow took
back, and hung over his chimney-piece. He enquired
in Salcott and Virley, but no one there had seen any-
thing of the unfortunate crea. are. It was obvious that
he had not gone inland. He had run outward, and
when it was found that the punt was gone, the conclu-
sion arrived at was that the madman had left the
marshes in it.

Elijah rowed to Mersea, and made enquiries with-
out eliciting any information. He went next to Brad-
well on the south coast of the great Black water estuary,
there his punt had been found, washed ashore ; but no
traces of the man were to be discovered. That he was
drowned admitted of no doubt. Rebow satisfied him-
self that this was the case, and was content to be thus
rid of an encumbrance. Mehalah's knowledge of the
matter was unsuspected, and she was therefore not
questioned. She did not feel any necessity for her to
mention what she had seen. It could be of no possible
advantage to anybody. •

Her life became monotonous, but the monotone was
one of gloom. She had lost every interest ; she at-
tended to her mother without heart ; and omitted those
little acts of tenderness which had been customary with
her, or performed them, when her mother fretted at
the omission, in a cold, perfunctory manner. Mrs.
Sharland had been accustomed to be oveiTuled by her
daughter, but now Mehalah neither listened to nor
combated her recommendations. She rarely spoke,
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ical manner. Sometimes she spoke to her mother in a
hard, sharp tone the old woman was unused to, and
resented; but Mehalah ignored her resentment. She
cared neither for her mother's love nor for her dis-
pleasure.

When she met the men about the farm, if they
addressed her, she repelled them with rudeness, and if
obliged to be present with them for some time, did not
speak.

Neither had she a word for Rebow. She answered
his questions with monosyllables, or not at all, and he
had often to repeat them before she condescended to
answer. He spoke at meal times, and attempted to
draw her into conversation, but she either did not
listen to him, was occupied with her own thoughts, or
she would not appear to hear and be interested in what
he said.

A morose expression clouded and disfigured her
countenance, once so frank and genial. Joe remarked
to Jim that she was growing like the master. Jim
replied that folks who lived together mostly did re-
semble one another. He knew a collier who had a
favourite bull-dog, and they were as alike in face as
if they were twins.

Mehalah avoided Abraham, she rarely spoke to him,
and when he attempted to open a conversation with her
she withdrew abruptly. When all her work was done,
she walked along the sea-wall to the spit of land, and,
seating herself there, remained silent, brooding, with
dull, heavy eyes looking out to sea at the passing sails,
or the foaming waves.

She did not think, she sat sunk in a dull torpor.

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She neither hoped anythicg nor recalled anything. As
she had said to Elijah, she neither loved nor hated ; she
did not fear him or desire him. She disliked to be in
his presence, but she would not fix her mind on him,
and concern herself about him. Her self-respect was
sick, and till that was recovered nothing could interest
and revive her.

Mehalah was seated under the windmill when Mrs.
De Witt drew to land. That lady was on her war-path,
and on seeing the person whom she designed to attack
and rout out of her shelter, she turned the beak of her
boat directly upon her, and thrust ashore at Mehalah's
fee .

The sight of Mrs. De Witt in her red coat roused
the girl from her dream, and she rose wearily to her
feet and turned to walk away.

' Glory ! ' shouted the fishwife after her. * Sack-
alive I I want to speak to you. Stop at once.'

Mehalah paid no attention to the call, but walked
on. Mrs. De Witt was incensed, and, after anchoring
her boat, rushed after and overtook her.

' By Cock ! ' exclaimed the lady, ' here's manners I
Didn't you hear me hollering to you to hold hard and
heave to ? ' She laid her hand on Mehalah's shoulder.
The girl shook it olT.

' Sackalive I ' cried Mrs. De Witt. * We are out of
temper to-day. We have the meagrims. What is all
this about ? But I suppose you can't fare to look an
honest woman in the face. The Wioious eye will drop
before the stare of wirtue I '

* What have you to say to me ? ' asked Mehalah
moodily.

MEHALATT.

* Wliy, I want to speak alonpf of yon about what
concerns you most of all. Now his father and liis
mother are dead, who*fl to look after Elijah's morals bnt
his aunt? Now I can't stand these goings on,
Glory I Here are you living in this cut-of-the way
house with my nephew, who is not a married man, and
folks talk. My ftimily was always respectable, we kept
ourselves up in the world. My husband's family I
know nothing about. He was a low cliap, and rose out
of the mud, like the winkles. . I took him up, and then
I dropped him again ; I was large and generous of lieart
when I was young — younger than I am now. I wouldn't
do it again, it don't pay. The man will raise the
woman, but the woman can't lift the man. He grovels
in the mud he came out of. She may pick him out
and wipe him clean a score of times, but when she ain't
looking, in he flops again. I have had my experience.
Moses was a good-looking man, but he looked better
raw than cooked, he ate tougher than he cut. He
wasn't the husband that he seemed to promise as a
bachelor. George was another ; but he was an advance
on Moses, he had a little of me in him. There was
Rebow mi^ed with De Witt } he was a glass of half and
half, rum and water. But this is neither here nor
there. "We are not talking of my family, but of you.
I'm here for my nephew's welfare and for yours. Glory !
you ain't in Red Hall for any good. Do you think my
iiephew can take in an old woman that is not worth
sixpence to bait lines with, and feed her and find her
in liquor for nothing I Everybody knows he's after you.
He's been after you ever so long. Everybody knows
that. He had a hankering after you when George was

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a galliwantlnff on the Hay. Tlmt'a known to all the
world. Well, you can't live in the house with him and
follcM not talk.'

* Do you dare to believe •

* Glory I I always make a point to believe the worst,
Fm a religious person, and them as sets up to be re
ligious always does that. It is part of their profession.
When I buy fish of the men, I say at once, it stinks, I
know it ain't fresh I when I take shrimps I say, they're
a week out of the water, and they won't peel nicely.
So I look upon you and everyone else, and then it's a
wery pleasing surprise when I find that the stale fish
turns out fresh. But it ain't often that happens. It
may happen now and then, just as now and then a whale
is washed up on Mersea Island. Now look you here.
Glory ! don't you believe that Elijah will marry you
and make an honest woman of you. He won't do it.
He don't think to do it. He never did intend it. He
belongs to a better family than yours. You have gipsy
blood in your veins, and he knows it ; that's as bad as
having king's evil or ^ancer. I made a iristake and
looked below me. He won't do it. He knows that I
made a mistake, he won't do the same. There's as
much difference in human flesh as thereas in that of
flat-fish, some is that of soles, other is that of dabs ;
some is fresh and firm as that of small eels, other is
coarse and greasy as that of conger. The Rebows belong
to another lot from you altogether. Elijah knows it.
He never thought to marry you. He couldn't do it.'

Mehalah, stung even through the hard panoply of
callousness in which she had encased herself, turned
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)

* You lie I It is I who will not marry him.*

' There's an Adam and Eve in every brown shrimp,* '
said Mrs. De Witt sentertiously ; ' and there's wigour
and weakness in every human creature. It is possible
that at a tims when Eve is up in Elijah he may have
proposed such a foolish thing as to marry you, and it is
possible that, at a time when Adam was the master in
you, you may have refused him. I don't deny it. But
I do say that Elijah will never marry you in cold blood.
And I'll tell you what — you won't stand out against
him for long. He has too much of the Adam, and you
too little for that. You may set up your pride and
self-will against him, but you will give way in the end
— your weakness will yield to his strongheadednet^s.
What he purposes he will carry out ; you cannot oppose
Elijah ; the Adam in his heart is too old and wigorous
and heady.*

Mehalah made no answer. Sunk in her dark
thoughts she strode on, her arms folded over her heart,
to still and crush it ; her head bowed.

' Now Glory I ' pursued Mrs. De Witt ; * I*ve a bit
of a liking for you, after all, and I'm sorry for what I
was forced to do about that five and twenty pounds. I
tell you, I am sorry, but I couldn't help it. I couldn't
starve, you know — I was a lone widow without a son to
help me. As I said, I've a sort of a liking for you, for

you was the girl my George * Mehalah's breast

heaved, she uttered an ill-suppressed cry, and then
covered her face.

* My poor George,' went on the old woman, aware

' Children find in the front paddles of the brown shrimp, when
palled out, two quaint little figures which they call Adam and £ve.

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)man, aware

that she had gained an advantage. * He was wery fond
of you. Sackalive I how he would love to talk of you
to me his doting old mother, and scheme how you was
to live in love together I That boy's heart was full of

you, full as ' she cast about for a simile, 'as a

March sprat is full of oil. Now I know, my George —
he was a good lad ! and more like me in features than
his father, but he hadn't the soul of a Rebowl — My
George, I feel sure, couldn't rest in his grave, if he'd
got one, knowing as how tongues were going about you,
and hearing what wicked things was said of your
character. A woman's good name is like new milk.
If it once gets turned there's no sweetening it after, and
I can tell you what. Glory I your name is not as fresh
as it was ; look to it before it is quite curdled and sour.'

'I can do nothing-^ I can do nothing!' moaned the
despairing girl.

' Look you here, Glory I * said Mrs. De Witt. * I'm
the aunt of the party, and I must attend to his morals.
I'll go in and see him and I'll manage matters. He's
my nephew. I can do anything with him. Trust me
with men, girl. I know 'em. They are like nettles.
Grasp 'em and they are harmless ; touch 'em trembling,
and they sting you. They are like eels, try to hold
them where you will and they wriggle away, but run a
skewer through their gills and you have them.'

' What are you here for, talking to my girl ? ' asked
Rebow, suddenly coming from behind the house, which
Mrs. De Witt had now reached.

* Sackalive I ' exclaimed his aunt, * how you flustered

me. We was just talking of you when you appeared,

. It is wonderful how true proverbs are ; they are the

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Bible of those that don't read, a sort of scripture written
in the air. But I want a talk along of you, Elijah, that
is what I'm come after, I your precious aunt, who lovti
you as the oyster loves his shell, and the crab its young
that it cuddles.'

' What do you want with me ? *

* Come, Elijah, let us go indoors. To tell you
Gospel truth, I'm dry after my row and want a wet.
As I wet I will talk. I've that to say to you that con-
cerns you greatly.'

' Follow me,' he said surlily, and led the way up the
steps. ]\Iehalah turned back, but walked- not to the
point where she had been sitting before, lest she should
be again disturbed on the return of Mrs. De Witt to her
boat. She went instead to the gate at the bridge over
the dyke, that led towards Salcott. There was no real
road, only a track through the pasture land. She
leaned her hands on the bar of the gate and laid her
weary head on her hands. Outside the gate was a
tillage field with green wheat in it glancing in the
early summer air. Aloft the larks were spiring and
caroling. In the ploughed soil of Mehalah's heart no-
thing had sprung up, — above it no glad thought soared
and sang. Her head was paralysed and her heart was
numb. The frost lay there, and the clods were as iron.

In the meantime Mrs. De Witt was in the hall with
her nephew, endeavouring to melt him into geniality,
but he remained morose and unimpressionable.

By slow approaches she drew towards the object of
her visit.

' I have been very troubled, nephew, by the gossip
that goes about.'.

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* Have you ?* asked he, * I thou^hf you were imper-
vious to trouble short of loss of grog.*

* You know, Elijah, that your character is precious
to me. I wally it, for the honour of the family.'

* What are you driving at ? ' he asked with an oath.
' Speak out, and then take your slimy tongue off my
premises.'

* This is my old home, Elijah, the dear old place
where I spent so many happy and innocent days.*

* Well, you are not likely to spend any more of either
sort here now. Say what you have to say, and begone.'

* You fluster me, Elijah. When I have a glass of
rare good stuff such as this, I like to sit over it, and
talk, and sip, and relax.'

* I don't,' he said ; * I gulp it down and am off. Come,
say your say, and be quick about it. I have my affairs
to attend to and can't sit here palavering with an old
woman.'

' Oh I ' exclaimed Mrs. De Witt, in rising wrath, * if
I were young it would be different, if I were not a moral
and religious character it would be different, if I were
not a Rebow, but half gipsy, half boor, it would be
different ! '

* If you allude to Glory, with that sneer,* said he, * I
tell you, it would be different.'

* I dare say ! ' exclaimed Mrs. De Witt tossing her
head. * Blood and kinship are all forgot.'

* You forgot them fast enough when you ran after
Moses De Witt.'

' I did demean myself, I admit,' said she ; * but I
have repented it since in dabs and sprats, and I don't
intend to do it again. Listen to me, Elijah. Onto for

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all, I want to know what you mean by keeping^ this girl
Glory here ? *

' You do, do you ? — So do I. I wonder ; she defies
and hates me, yet I keep her. I keep her here, I can
do no other. I would to God I could shake free of her
and forget her, forget that I had ever seen her, but I
can't do it. She and I are ordained for one another.*

* Parcel of stuff I ' exclaimed his aunt. ' You send
her packing, her and her old fool of a mother, and I
will come and keep house for you.'

» Pack Glory off I ' echoed Elijah.

' Yes, break this wretched, degrading tie.'

* I couldn't do it I ' he said. * I tell you again, I
would if I could. I know as well as if it were written
in flames on the sky that no good can come of her being
here, but for better for worse, for well or for woe, here
we two are, and here we remain.'

' You love her ? *

* I love her and I hate her. I love her with every
fibre and vein, and bone and nerve, but I hate her too,
with my soul, because she does not love rae, but hates
me. I could take her to my heart and keep her there,'
his breast heaved and his dark eyes flared, ' and kiss her
on hor mouth and squeeze the breath out of her, and
cast her dead at my feet. Then perhaps I might be
happy. I am now in hell ; but were she not here, were
I alone, and she elsewhere, it would be hell unendurable
in its agonies, I should go mad like my brother. She
must be mine, or my fate is the same as his.'

* Are you going to marry her ? '

* She will not marry me. Believe what I say. That
girl, Glory, is the curse and ruin of me and of this house.

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I know it, and yet I cannot help it. She niight have
made me happy and built up my prosperity and family.
Then I should have been a good and a glad man, a man
altogether other from what I am now. But your son
came in the way. He marred everything. Glory still
thinks of him, it does not matter that he be gone. She
will cling to him and keep from me. Yet she is des-
tined for me. She never was for George. If he were
to turn up — I don't say that it is possible or even pro-
bable, but suppose he were — she would fly to him. I
might chain her up, but she'd break away. There is
nothing for it,' he pursued, drooping into a sullen mood.
* We must battle it out between us. None can or must
intervene ; whoever attempts it shall be trampled under
our feet. We must work out our own fate together ;
there is no help for it. I. tell you, if I were bom again,
and I knew that thij were before me, I'd fly to the
Indies, to Africa, anywhere to be from her, so as never
to see her, never to know of her, and then I might jog
on through life in quiet, and some sort of happiness.
But that is not possible. I have seen her. I have her
here under my roof, but we are still apart as the poles.
Go away, aunt, it is of no good your interfering. No
one comes here, she and I must work the sum out
between us. There's a fate over all and we cannot fight
against it, but it falls on us and crushes us.'

Mrs. De Witt was awed. She rose. She knew that
her mission was fruitless, that there was no possibility
of her gaining her point.

She opened the door, and started back before an
apparition in carnation and white.

' Whom have we here ? '

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•MEITALAH.

* Mr?. Clmrles Pettican, madam,' said the apparition
with a stately curtsey.

CHAPTER XXII.

THE LAST STRAW.

Mehalah was lost to consciousness, leaning on the gate,
her aching brow and leaden eyes in her hand. She did
not hear the larks that sang above her, nor saw the
buttercups and daisies that smiled to her from below.
By the gate was a willow covered with furry flower now
ripe and shedding its golden pollen. The soft air
scattered the delicate yellow dust over the girl's hair
and neck and shoulders, a minute golden powder, but
she noticed it not. The warm air played caressingly
with some of her dark hair, and the sun brought out
its copper glow — she was unaware of all.

A little blue butterfly flickered above her and lighted
on her head, it lay so still that the int. fc had no fear.

Then a hand shook the gate.

* Gone to sleep, girl ? ' asked a female voice.
Mehalah looked up dreamily.

A young, handsome, and dashing lady before her,
in white and carnation, a crimson feather in her hat,
and carmine in her cheeks. Mehalah slowly recognir^d
Admonition.

Mrs. Pettican looked curiously at her.

* Who are you ?— Oh I I know, the girl Sharland J *
ftnd she laughed,

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303

Mehalali put her hand to the latch to open the
gate.

' You need not trouhle,' said Admonition : * I want
nothing from you. I have heard of you. You are the
young person,' with an affected cough, ' whom Master
Rebow has taken to live with him I think. You had
the assurance once to come to my dear husband, and to
pester him.'

' He was kind to me,' said Mehalah to herself.

* Oh yes, he was very kind indeed. He did not
know much of you then. Report had not made him
familiar with your name.'

Mehalah looked moodily at her. It was of no use
pretending to misunderstand her. It was of no use
resenting the insinuation. She suUenlj bore the blow
and suffered.

* I have come here on your behalf,' said Admonition,
speaking to her across the gate. She had the gate half
open, and kept it between them.

' You have nothing to do with me, or I with you,'
said Mehalah.

* Oh 1 nothing, I am respectable. I keep myself up,
I look after my character ! ' sneered Mrs. Pettican.

* Nevertheless I am here with an offer from my husband.
He is ready to receive your mother into his house ; I do
not approve of this, but he is perverse and will have
liis way. He will take her in and provide for her.'

' Mehalah looked up. A load was being lifted from
her heart. Were her mother taken in by Mr. Pettican,
then she could leave, and leave for ever. Red Hall.

' Yes. He admits his relationship,' said Admonition

* I would not, were 1 he, now that the name is — well —

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MEHALAH.

not 80 savoury as it was. But he is not particular.
Men are not. I have beeu brought up, I am thankful
to say, with very strict ideas, and have been formed in
a school quite other from that of Mr. Pettican. How-
ever, as I was observing — you need not come near me —
keep the gate between us, please.'

' You were saying,' anxiously repeated Mehalah, who
had stepped forward in her eagerness.

'I was saying that Mr. Pettican will overlook a
great deal, and will receive your mother into his house,
and provide her with all that is necessary. But
you '

* I,' repeated Mehalah, breathlessly.

* You must never, never set foot within my doors
I could not allow it. I am a person of respectability,
I value proprieties. I could not allow my house to be
spoken of as one which admitted — ' with a contemptuous
shrug.

Mehalah took no notice of the insult. She looked
hard at Admonition, and said giavely, * You will shelter
and care for my mother, on condition that I never go
near her.'

'Yes.'

* I may never see her, never speak to her, never kiss
her again.'

' No, I could not suffer you to enter my respectable
house.'

' Not even if she were dying ? '

' My character would not allow of it. The respec-
tability of my house must be maintained.'

Mehalah thought for awhile.

* I cannot make up my mind at once,' she said.

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a05

It will be a great relief to you to get rid of your
mother.'

* Yes, immeasurable.*

* I thought as muoh I ' with a toss of the head, and
curl of the lip.

Mehalah did not give attention to these markb of
contempt. Presently she asked, * And who will attend
to my mother ? '

* I will.'

* You ! ' exclaimed G-lory, with a flash of her old
indignation. ^You^ who neglect and illtreat the husband
who lifted you out of the gutter. You who have not
gratitude and generosity to tht man to whom you owe
your position and comforts I How would you treat a
poor, helpless, aged woman trusting to your mercy un-
conditioned, when the man who bound you to him by
most solemn and sacred promises is insulted, and neg-
lected, and degraded by you ? No, never. My mother
shall never, never be left to you of all women in the
world. Never, never, never ! ' she beat her hand on the
gate. ' Let me bear my burden, let it crush me, but
she shall not be taken from me and die of neglect and
cruel treatment. I can bear ! ' she raised herself with a
poor effort of her old energy, * I will bear all for her.
She once bore with me.'

' Drab I ' hissed Admonition, and she flung past her,
shaking the gate furiously as she went by.

It was with carnation in her cheek as well as in her
dress and hat that she appeared before Mrs. De Witt
and Elijah Rebow.

Mrs. De Witt drew back to let Mrs. Pettican in.

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< I think you was passing out,* said the latter ;
* madam, your servant.'

'Your servant, madam,' from Mrs. De Witt, still
lingering.

* Now then, one at a time. Aunt, go out and shut
the door,' said Rebow peremptorily, and the old woman
was obliged to obey.

* What has brought ^ou here ? * asked Elijah surlily.
Mrs. Pettican iooked round, then drew nearer. ' I

think,' she said, * you once advised me something, but
I don't know how far your interest is the same as it was.*

* What do you mean ? '

* I don't know whether you would be satisfied to
get Mehalah Sharland off your hands now, or keep her
here.'

* She remains here, she never shall leave it.'

' It is just this,' said Admonition. ' My husband
has of late been plucking up a little courage, or showing
obstinacy. My cousin Timothy — I don't know what to
make of him — he is not what he was. He is always
making some excuse or other to get away, and I find
he goes to Mersea. He hasn't been as dutiful and
amiable to me of late, as I have a right to expect, con-
sidering how I have found him in food and drink and
tobacco, the best of all, and no stint. There's some
game up between him and my husband, and I believe
it is this, I know it is this. Charles is bent on getting
Mrs. Sharland and her daughter, the latter especially,
to come and live with him and take care of him. He
dares to say I neglect him. He reckons on pitting that
girl against me, he thinks that she would be more than
a match for me.'

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307

*He thinks riglit,' Imrst in Rebow with a laugh.

* I won't have her in the house. I don't mind
taking in the old woman, but the daughter I will not
admit.'

* You are right. She'd master you and make you
docile or drive you out,' jeered Rebow.

* She shall not come. I have told her so. I will
not be opposed and brow-beaten in my own house. I
will not have the care of my husband wrested from me.

* Have you come here to tell me this r '

' I know that Charles and Timothy have put their
heads together. They are both up in rebellioi^ against
me, and Timothy has walked over to Mersea to get a
boat and row here to invite that girl to come with her
mother to Wyvenhoe, and take up their abode with my
husband. Charles promises if they will do so to provide
for them and leave them everything in his will, so as to
make them independent at my cost. When I got wind
of this — I overheard the scheme by the merest accident
- I got a gig and was driven over to Salcott, and the
boy has put up the horse at the inn, and I walked on.
I will stop this little game. The girl shall not come
inside the house. If she puts in her little finger, her
fist will follow, and I will be driven out, though I am
the lawful wife of Charles Pettican. I don't know what
Timothy means by aiding and abetting him in this. I
will have it out with him, and that very soon. I want
to know what are your views. I have beoT pretty plain
with mine. You may help me or hinder me, but I
hope I shall be able to keep m]^ door locked against
such as that girl, and if Timothy thinks to flirt along
with he*" under my roof, and before my face, he is vastly

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mistaken. That husband of mine is deeper than I sus-
pected, or he would not have come over Timothy and
got him to aid him in this. But I see it all. Timothy
thinks if the girl gets there, and is to have Charles*
money, he will make up to her, marry her, and share
the plunder. If that be his game he has left me out
of his calculations. Timothy is a fool, or he would not
Imve gone over from me to Charles. I'll have the matter

out here *

'Not in this room,' said Elijah. 'There's rows
enough go on in here without your making another.
Set yoMr mind at rest : Glory does not leave this house.
But I advise you to see your cousin, and, if possible,
prevent him from making the proposal. If she hears
it, she will be off to-morrow, and carry her mother with
her ; and then there may be trouble to you and me to
get lier back.'

' She shall not come across my doorstep.'
' I tell you if once she hears that the chance is given
her, she will go, and not you nor a legion of such as you
could keep her out. Go 'ipstairs and go straight on till
you come to a door. Go in there ; it is the bedroom of
Glory and her mother. Never mind the old fool — she
is sick and in bed. You will find a small room or
closet beyond, with a three-cornered window in it.
Look out of that. It commands the whole bay, and
you will see a boat, if it approaches the Hall. There's
Sunken island and Cobb marsh between you and Mersea
City. You will see a boat creep through one of the
creeks of Cobb marsh into Virley flat, and that will be
the boat with your cousin in it. If you come down
then you will meet him as he lands.'

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300

As soon aa Admonition had rushnd past INTehalah
the girl walked away from the gate and ascended the
eea-wall. She could obtain peace nowhere. She could
hide nowhere, be nowhere without interruption. She
saw Mrs. De Witt depart, and thought that now she
could sit on the wall and remain unmolested. But
aoain was slie disturbed, tliin time by old Abraham.
He was at the near landing-stage, just come from the
Ray — the landing-place employed when tides were full.
* Hark ye, mistress,' said the shepherd. * I've had much
on my tongue this many a day, but you haven't given
me the chance to spit it out. I won't be put off any
longer.'

She did not answer or move away. The reaction
after the momentary kindling of hope and burst of
passion had set in, and she had relapsed into her now
wonted mood.

' It is of no use, mistress, your going on as you are,*
continued the old man. * Wherever he is, the master
speaks of you as no man ought to speak save of his
wife ; and all the world knows you are not that. What
are you, then ? You are in a false position, and that is
one of your own making.'

* You know it is not, Abraham.*

' I know it is one you could step out of to-morrow
if you chose,' he said. * The master has offered you
your right place. As long as you refuse to take it so
long everybody will be turned against you, and you
against everybody. You keep away from everybody
because you shame to see them and be seen by them.
I know you don't like the master, but that's no reason
why you shouldn't take him. Beggars mustn't be

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choosers. He is not as young and handsome as George
De Witt, but hv is not such a fool, and he has his
pockets well lined, which the other had not/

' It is of no use your saying this to me, Abraham,'
said Mehalah sadly.

* No, it is not,' pursued the dogged old man. ' Here
you must stick as long as your mother lives, and slie
may live yet a score of years. Creaky gates last longest.
Why, she ain't as old as I, and there's a score of years'
work in me yet. How can you spend twenty years here
along of the master, with all the world talking? It
will shame you to your grave, or brazen you past
respect. This state of things can't do good to any-
body. You must take him, and set yourself right with
the world, or go from here.'

' I cannot get away. Would to heaven I could I '

'Then you must marry him. There is no escape
from it, for your own sake. Why, girl,' the shepherd
went on, * if you was his wife you ^ould have a lawful
right and place here — this house, these marshes, these
cattle would be yours. You would not be dependent
on him for anything ; you would hold them as a right.
Now he can have you and your mother in prison at any
time, for you are still his tenants and owe him rent for
the Kay. But if you marry him, you cut away his
power : he can't proceed against you and your mother
for one penny. You would cancel the debt, do away
with the obligation. If you was to marry him, and
saw your way clear, I fancy you might go away at any
time, and he would have no hold on you. Now he has
you fast by this claim. And now your character is
being ruined by association with him. There,' con-

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tinned the old man, * I doubt I never said so much
afore ; but I have known you since you was a girl, and
I no more like to see you going to the bad than I like to
see a field that has been well tilled allowed to be overrun
with thistles, or a sheep lie down in the fen and die of
rot that might have been saved with a little ointment
•stuck on in proper time.'

Mehalah made no response.

' I dare say it stings,' said Dowsing. * I've seen
sheep jump with pain when the copperas comes against
a raw ; but that's better than to lie down and rot away
without an effort, and without a word, as j'ou are
doing now.' He gave her a nod, and went on his
way.

Mehalah stepped into his boat and seated herself in
her usual manner, with her head in her arms, and sank
into her wonted torpor.

' Now, then, young woman ! *

Again interrupted, again aroused. There was no
rest for her that day.

' Jump on land, will you, young woman, and let this
lass step into your boat and get ashore without having
-to go into the mud,'

' Timothy ! that is Mehalah ! ' exclaimed Phoebe
Musset. She was in the boat with Admonition's cousin.

* I'd liither you carried me, I do not want to be obliged
to her for anything.'

Mehalah stepped from her boat upon the turf, and
held out her hand mechanically to assist the girl.

* Don't hold out your hand to me ! ' screaiued Phoebe.

* I wouldn't touch it. Keep to yourself, if you please,
and let me pass/

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MEHALAH.

* Why, Phoebe I ' exclaimed Timothy, * what is the
matter? I Ldve come here to see this girl.'

' What 1 — to see Mehalah — or Glory, as you sailor
and fisher fellows like to call her ? *

* Yes.'

» Then I'm ashamed to have come with you,' said
Phoebe, pouting. * You offered me a nice little row on
the water, and the sun was so bright, and the air so
warm, and you were so agreeable, that I ventured ; but
I would not have stepped into the boat had I known you
were coming to visit another young woman, and sh(
one of so smirched a character.'

' Phoebe 1 For shame ! '

* For shame ! ' repeated the girl turning on Timothy.
•For shame to you, to bring me herewith you when you

are visiting this ' She eyed Mehalah from head to

foot with studied insolence, and sniffed. * I know her.
A bad, spiteful cat ! always running after fellows. She
tried to wheedle poor George De Witt into marrying
her. When he was lost, she burnt her house and flung
herself on the mercy, into the arms, of Rebow. Now, I
suppose, she is setting her red cap at you. Oh ! where
is the cap gone, eh ? ' turning to Mehalah as she skipped
ashore. , . •

Timothy was fastening the boat to that of Dowsing.

Mehalah's wrath was rising. She had endured
much that day — more than she could well bear. The
impertinence of this malicious girl was intolerable
altogether. She turned away to leave her.

'Stop! stop!' shouted Timothy. 'I have come
here with a message to you. I have come here expressly
to see you. I picked up Miss Musset on the way ■*

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313

ive come

* You picked me up just to amuse me till you found
Glory I ' screamed Phcebe. ' Now you pitch me over-
board, as that savage treated me once. I will not stand
this. Timothy, come back this instant I Row me back
to Mersea. I have not come here to be insulted. I
will not speak another word with you unless you *

'For heaven's sake,' cried Timothy, tearing down
the sea-wall and jumping into the boat, 'come in,
Phoebe, at on. 3, or I shall be oflf and leave you I '

* What is the matter now?'

He had his knife out, and was hacking through the
cord that attached his boat to Dowsing's. In another
moment he was rowing as hard as he could down the
creek.

Admonition appeared on the wall. Timothy had
detected her crossing the marsh, :>.nd fled.

She turned in fury on Phoebe.

Mehalah withdrew to the windmill, away from their
angry voices, and remained sitting by the sea till the
shadows of evening fell

Then she returned, a fixed determination in her
face, which was harder and more moody than be-
fore.

She walked deliberately to the hall, opened the door,
and stepped in. Elijah was there, crouched over the
empty hearth, as though there was a fire on it. He
looked up.

* Well, Glory ? '

Her bosom heaved. She could not speak.

' You have something to say,' he proceeded, * Won't
the words come out ? Do they stick ? ' His wild dark
eye was on her.

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MEHALAH.

' Elijah,* she said, with burning brow and cheek, * I
give up. I will marry you/

He gave a great shout and sprang up.

'Listen patiently to me,' she said, with difficulty
controlling her agitation. ' I will marry you, and take
your name, but only to save mine. That is all. I will
neither love you, nor live with you, save as I do now.
These are my terms. If you will take them, so be it.
If not, we shall go on as before.'

He laughed loudly, savagely.

' I told you, Q-lory, my own, own Q-lory, what must
be. You would not come under my roof, but you came.
You -vould not marry me — now you submit. You will
not love me — you must and shall. Nothing can keep
us apart. The poles are drawing together. Perhaps
there may be a heaven for us both here. But I do not
know. Anyhow the sum is nearer the end than it was
Glory, this day week you shall be my wife.

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CHAPTER XXm.

H !"

BEFORE THE ALTAR.

ViRLEY Church has been already described, as far as its
external appearance goes. The interior was even less
decent.

It possessed but one bell, which was tolled alike for
weddings and for funerals ; there was a difference in
the pace at which it went for these distinct solemnities,
but that was all. The bell produced neither a cheerful
nor a lugubrious effect on either occasion, as it was

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cracked. The dedication of Virley Church is unknown
— no doubt because it never had a patron ; or if it had,
the patron disowned it. No saint in the calendar could
be associated with such a church and keep his charac-
ter. St. Nicholas is the patron of fishers, St. Giles of
beggars, but who among the holy ones would spread
his mantle over worshippers who were smugglers or
wreckers ? When we speak of worshippers we use an
euphemism; for though the church sometimes contained
a congregation, it never held one of worshippers. Sal-
cott and Virley, the Siamese-twin parishes, connected
by a wooden bridge, embraced together five hundred
souls. There were two churches, but few churchgoers.

On the day of which we write, however, Virley
Church was full to overflowing. This is not saying
much, for Virley Church is not bigger than a stable
that consists of two stalls and a loose box, whereof the
loose box represents the chancel. When the curate in
charge preached from the pulpit — the rectors of the
two parishes were always non-resident — they kept a
curate between them — he was able to cuff the boys
in the west gallery who whispered, cracked nuts, or
snored.

The bellringer stood in the gallery, and had much
ado to guard his knuckles from abrasion against the
ceiling at each upcast of the rope. He managed to
save them when tolling for a burial, but when the
movement was double-quick for a wedding his knuckles
came continually in contact with the plaster ; and when
they did an oath, audible throughout the sacred build-
ing, boomed between the clangours of the bell.

Virley Church possessed one respectable feature, a

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mas.nve chancel-arch, but that gaped ; and the pillars
sloucLed back against the wall in the attitude of the
Virley men in the village street waiting to insult the
women as they went by.

On either side of the east window hung one table of
the Commandments, but a village humourist had erased
all the 'note' in the Decalogue; :ind it cannot be
denied that the parishioners conscientiously did their
utmost to fulfil the letter of the law thus altered.

The congregation on Sundays consisted chiefly of
young people. The youths who attended divine worship
occupied the hour of worship by wafting kisses to the
girls, making faces at the children, and scratching ships ^
on the paint of the pews. Indeed, the religious ser-
vices performed alternately at the two churches might
have been discontinued, without discomposure to any,
had not traditional usage consecrated them to the
meeting of young couples. The * dearly beloveds ' met
in the Lord's house every Lord's day to acknowledge
their * erring and straying like lost sheep ' and make
appointments for erring and straying again.

The altar was a deal table, much wormeaten, witli
a box beneath it. The altar possessed no cover save
the red cotton pocket-handkerchief of the curate cast
occasionally across it. The box contained the battered
Communion plate, an ironmoulded surplice with high
collar, a register-book, the pages glued together witli
damp, and a brush and pan.

The Communion rails had rotted at the bottom;
and when there was a Communion the clerk had to
caution the kneelers not to lean against the balustrade,
lest they should be precipitated upon the sanctuary floor.

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317

No such controversy as that which has of late years
aj^itated the Church of England relative to the position
of the celebrant could have affected Virley, for the floor
in the midst, before the altar, had been eaten through
by rats, emerging from an old grave, and exposed
below gnawed and mouldy bones a foot beneath the
boards.

A marriage without three * askings ' was a novelty
in Salcott and Virley sufficient to excite interest in the
place ; and when that marriage was to take place be-
tween one so well known and dreaded as Elijah Rebow
and a girl hardly ever seen, but of whom much was
spoken, it may well be supposed that Virley Church
was crowded with sightseers. The gallery was full to
bursting. Sailor-boys in the front amused themselvea
witli dropping broken bits of tobacco-pipe on the heads
below, and giggling at the impotent rage of those tHey
hit.

There was a sweep in Salcott, who tenanted a totter-
ing cottage, devoid of furniture. The one room was
heaped with straw, and into this the sweep crept at
night for his sluml)ers. This man now appeared at the
sacred door.

* Look out, blackie ! ' shouted those near ; * we are
not going to be smutted by you.'

* Then make way for your superiors.'

* Superiors ! ' sneered a matron near.

* Well, I am your superior,' said the sweep, * for my
proper place is poking out at the top of a chimney, and
yours is poking into the fire at the bottom. Make way.
I have a right to see as well as the best of you.'

The crowd contracted on either side in anxiety for

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their clothes, and the sweep worked his way to the
fore.

* I'll have the best place of you all,* he said, as the
gods in the gallery received him with ironical cries of
* Sweep I sweep 1 '

He charged into the chancel, and sent his black
legs over the Communion rails.

At some remote period the chancel of Virley had
fallen, and had been rebuilt with timber and bricks on
the old walls left to the height of two feet above the
floor. As the old walls were four feet thick, and the
new walls only the thickness of one brick, the chancel
was provided with a low seat all round it, like the
cancellce of an ancient basilica. The sweep, with a
keen eye peering through his soot, had detected this
seat and seen that it was unappropriated. He was over
the altar with a second jump, and had seated himself
"behind it, facing west, in the post of dignity occupied
in the Primitive Church Jbj the bishop, with his legs
under the table, and his elbows on it, commanding the
best view attainable of everything that went on, or that
would go on, in the church.

His example was followed at once. A rush of boys
and men was made for the chancel ; the railmgs fell
before them, and they seized and appropriated the
whole of the low seat that surrounded the sanctuary.

' I've the best place now, you lubbers,' said the
sweep. * I shall have them full in face, and see the
blushes of the bride.'

' They are a-coming I they are a-coming I * was
repeated through the church. A boy peering out of
the window that lighted the gallery had seen the

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In came the Reverend Mr. Rabbit, very hot and
sneezy — he laboured under hay fever all the blooming
time of the year. He got to the altar. The clerk
dived into the box and rose to the surface with the
register-book and the surplice.

* Where is the ink ? '

' Here is a pen,' said the clerk, producing one with
nibs parted like the legs of the Colossus of Rhodes.

* But we shall want ink.'

* There is a bottle somewhere in the box,' said the
clerk.

* Never mind if there ain't,* observed one of the
elders seated by the table ; ' there is the sweep here
handy, and you have only to mix a bit of his smut with
the tears of the bride.'

* Shut that ugly trap of yours,' said the chimney-
cleaner.

' It may be ugly,' retorted the humourist, * but it is
clean.'

' Here they are ! ' from the gallery.

' Make way ! ' shouted Mrs. De Witt, battering
about her with her umbrella. * How are people to get
married if you stuflf up the door, as though caulking a
leak?'

She drove her way in.

' Now, then,' said she, ' come on, Mistress Sharland.
Dear soul alive ! how unmannerly these Virley people
are I They want some of us from Mersea to come and
teach them manners. Now, then, young Spat I' she
shouted to a great boy in a fishing guernsey, * do you

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MEHALAH.

want your head combing ? Do you see what you have
done to my best silk gown? What do you mean
coming to a house of worship in mud-splasheitj ? * Are
you come here after winkles ? '
\ ' I ain't got my sphishers on,* said the boy.

* Then you have feet as big and as dirty as paddles.
You have trodden on my best silk and took it out at
the gathers.' Then, turning and looking through the
door behind her, she waved her umbrella with a proud
flourish. * Come on, hearties ! I've cleared the way.*

She put her shoulder to the crowd and wedged her
way further ahead. * Ah I ' she said, * here are a lot of
sniggering girls. If all v/as known what ought to be
known some of you ou|?;ht to be getting married to-day.
Leave off- your laughing up there I * gesticulating to-
wards the boys in the loft. * Don't you know yet how
to behave in a place, of worship ? I have a great mind
to draw my Pandora up at Virley hard and settle here
and teach you.'

Mehalah came in, pale, with sunken eyes, that
burned with feverish brightness. A hectic flush dyed
her cheeks. Her lips were set and did not tremble.

After having, given her promise, under conditions,
to Rebow she had neither slept nor eaten. She had
abandoned her habit of retiring to the shore to sit and
brood, and maintained instead incessant activity. When
she had done what was necessary for others she made
work for herself.

Mrs. Sharland had forgotten her ague and left her
bed in the excitement and pleasure of her daughter's

' Wooden paddles, worn by those who go out ' winkling ' in the
mad, to prevent their sinking.

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321

ikling ' in tiie

submission. She had attempted several times to speak
to Mehalah of her approaching marriage, but liad not
been able to wring a word out of her. From tlie
moment Glory gave her consent to Rebow she said not
another syllable on the subject to him or to anyone.
She became more taciturn and retiring, if possible,
than before. Abraham Dowsing had saluted her and
attempted a rough congratulation. She had turned
her back and walked away.

Elijah's conduct was the reversfe of Glory's. His
gloom was gone, and had made way for .boisterous and
demonstrative joy. His pride was roused, and he in-
sisted on the marriage preparations being made on a
liberal scale. He threw a purse into Mys. Sharland's
lap, and bade her spend it how she liked on Mehalah's
outfit and her own. The old woman had been supremely
happy in arranging everything, her happiness only
dashed by the unsympathetic conduct of one chief
performer in the ceremony, her daughter, whom she
could not interest in any point connected with it.

There had been a little struggle that morning.
Mehalah had drawn on her blue ' Gloriana ' jersey as
usual, and Mrs. Sharland had insisted on its coming off.
The girl had submitted after a slight resistance, and
had allowed herself passively to be arrayed as her
mother chose.

Elijah was dressed in a blue coat, with brass buttons,
and knee-breeches. No one had seen him so spruce
before.

' I say, dame,' whispered Farmer Goppin to his
wife, * the master of Red Hall is turning over a new
leaf to-day.'

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MKHALAH.

* Maybe,' she answered, * but I d(^ubt it will be a
blank one. Look at the girl. It won't be a gay ' fur
him.'

'Move onl* said Mrs. be Witt. Til keep the
road.'

Mrs. De Witt had come at Rebow's special request.
She had put on for the occasion lier silk dress, in which
she had gone from home and been married. Her figure
had altered considerably through age and maternity,
and the dress was now not a little too tight for her.
Her hooking 'together had been a labour of difficulty,
performed by Mrs. Sharland at Red Hall ; it had been
beyond her own unassisted powers, in the Pandora,
when she drew on the ancient caress.

' Dear Sackalive I ' exclaimed Mrs. De Witt when
she extracted the garment from the lavender in which
it had lain, like a corpse in balm, for some five-and-
twenty years, ' I was a fool when I last put you on ;
and I won't fit myself out in you again for the same
purpose, unless I am driven to it by desperate circum-
stances.'

Unable to make the body meet, she had thrown a
smart red coat over it ; and having engaged a boy to row
her to Red Hall, sat in the stern, with her skirt pinned
over her head, as though the upper part of her person
were enveloped in a camera lucida, in which she was
viewing in miniature the movements of the outer world.
On reaching Red Hall she had thrown off the scarlet,
and presented her back pleadingly to INIrs. Sharland.

' I ought not to have done it, but I did,' said she
in a tone of confidence. * I mean I oughtn't to have

' ^ss9z for • fictui^'

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BEKORK THE ALTAR.

.'^23

put this gown on, last time I wore it,' she explained
when Mrs. Sharland inquired her meauiiifj;. * It was
thus it came about : I was intimate with the sister of
Moses De Witt, and ohe Mersea fair I went over to the
merrymakings, and she inwiied me to take a mouthful
with her and her brother on board the Pandora. I
went, and I liked the looks of the weasel, and of Moses,
so I said to him, " You seem wery comfortable here,
and I think I could make myself comfortable here too.
So, if you are noways unobjectionable, I think I will
stay." And I did. I put on my silk gown, and was
married to Moses, in spite < l all my parents said, and
I turned the sister of De Witt out and took her place.'

Mrs. De Witt felt great restraint in the silk gown.
Her arms were like wings growing out of her shoulder-
blades. She was not altogether satisfied that the hooks
would hold, and therefore carried to church with her
the military coat, over her arm. She wore her hair
elaborately frizzled. She had done it with the stove
poker, and had worn it for some days in curl-papers.
Over this was a broad white chip hat, tied under her
chin with skyblue ribands, and she had inserted a sprig
of forget-me-nots inside the frizzle of hair over her
forehead. ' Bless my soul,' she said to her^ielf, * the
boys will go stark stariug mad of love at the sight ot
me. I look like a pretty miss of fifteen — I do, by
Cockl' ' '

Mrs. De Witt succeeded in bringing her party
before the altar, at which still sat the sweep, deaf to
the feeble expostulations of the curate, which he had
listened to with one eye closed and his red tongue
hanging out of the corner of his mouth,

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MKHALAH.

If!

!!•!

Mr. Rajobit was obliged to content himself with a
protest, and vest himself hastily for the function.

* Look here,' said Mrs. De Witt, who took on her-
self the office of master of the ceremonies : ' I am not
going to be trodden on and crumpled. Stand back,
good people; stand back, you parcel of unmannerly
cubs I Let me get where I can keep the boys in order
and see that everything gives satisfaction. I have
been married ; I ought to know all the ways and work-
ings of ii, and I do.'

She thrust her way to the pulpit, ascended the
stair, and installed herself therein.

* Oh, my eye I ' whispered the boys in the gallery.
* The old lady is busted all down her back ! '

'What is that?' asked Mrs. De Witt in dismay.
She put her hands behind her. The observation of the
boys was just. Her efforts to clear a way had been
attended with ruin to the fastenings of her dress, and
had brought back her arms to their normal position at
the expense of hooks-and-eyes. "

* It can't be helped,' said Mrs. De Witt, * so here
goes ! ' And she dre^ on her military coat to hide the
wreck.

'Now, then, parson, cast off I Elijah, you stand on
the right, and Glory on the left.'

The curate sneezed violently and rubbed his ncbe,
and then his inflamed eyes. The dust of the flowering
grass got even into that mouldy church, rank witli
grave odours and rotting timber. He began with the
Exhortation. Mrs. De Witt followed each sentence
with attention and appropriate gesture.

• " Is not to be enterprised nor taken in hand un-

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325

advisedly, lightly, or wantonly," ' she repeated, with
solemn face and i.a an awestruck whisper ; then, poking
the boys in the gallery with her umbrella, ' Just you
listen to that, you cubs I ' Then she nodded and
gesticulated at the firstly, secondly, and thirdly of the
addiess to those whom she thought needed impressing
with the solemn words. Elijah answered loudly to the
questions asked hinl whether he would have the girl at
his side to be his wedded wife. Her answer was faint
and reluctantly given.

* " Who giveth this woman to be married to this
man ? " '

There was a pause.

* Speak ap, Mistress Sharland, speak up I * said Mrs.
De Witt in a tone of authority. *0r, if you don't
speak, curtsey.*

The curate was affected with a violent sneezing fit.
When he recovered he went on.

Rebow clasped Mehalah's hand firmly, and firmly
repeated the sentences after the pr* ^st.

' " I, Elijah, take thee " * began the curate ;

then asked, in a whisper, ' What is the bride's name ? *
, * Mehalah,' answered the mother.

*"I, Elijah, take thee, Mehalah, to my wedded
wife," ' began the curate.

' " I, Elijah, take thee, G-lory, to my wedded wife," *
repeated Rebow,

J That is not the name,' protested Mr. Rabbit.

* I marry Grlory, and no one else ; I take her by
that name and by none other,* said Rebow. ' Go on.'

' Say the words after me,* the curate whispered to
Mehalah, who began to tremble. She obeyed, but

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MEHALAH.

stopped at tlie promi ,e 'to love, cherish, and to obey.
The curate repeated it again.

« " To obey," ' said Mehalah.

Mr. Eabbit looked uncertain how to act.

' " To love, cherish, and obey," ' he suggested
faintly. ""'

' G*o on,' ordered Rebow. ' Let her obey now ; the
rest will come in due season.'

The priest nervously submitted.

* Now for the ring,' said the clerk. * Put it on the
book.'

Rebow was taken by surprise. 'By heaven!' he
said, ' I forgot all about that.'

' You must have something to use for the purpose,'
said the curate. * Have you no ring of your own ? '

' No. Am I like to have ? '

' Then let her mother lend her her own marriage-
ring.'

* She shall not,' said Rebow angrily. * No, no I
Glory's marriage with me is not a second-hand affair,
and like that of such fools as she," pointing to Mrs.
Sharland. ' No, we shall use a ring such as has never
been used before, because our union is unlike all other
unions. Will this do ? ' He drew the link of an iron
chain from his pocket.

' This is a link broke off my brother's fetters. I
picked it up on the sea-wall this morning. Will it
do?'

' It must do for want of a better,' said the curate.

Elijah threw it on the book ; then placed it on
]\Iehalah's finger, with a subdued laugh. ' Our bond,
Grlorj,' he said, in a low tone, ' is not of gold, but of
iron.'

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CHAPTER XXTV.

THE VIAL OF WRATH. v.

Elijah Rebow, in the pride and ostentation of his heart,
had invited the curate, the clerk, Mrs. De Witt, Farmer
(xoppin, Reuben Grrout, innkeeper of the ' Rising Sun,'
and several others to eat and drink with him and his
bride at Red Hall after the ceremony. The marriage
had taken place in the afternoon. The law in Marsh-
land was flexible as osier — it must bend to man's con-
venience, not man submit to law.

Mrs. De Witt took the management of everything
out of the hands of the feeble Mrs. Sharland. * You're
not up to the job,' she said. ' It wants some one with
eyes in her elbows and as many legs as a crab.'

Mrs. De Witt was everywhere, in the kitchen, the
hall, the oak parlour. She iiad pinned up her silk dregs
about her, so that it might take no harm.

'There,' said she to the assembled guests, as she
brought in a pail full of shrimps and set it on the table.
* Stay your appetites on them, and imitate the manners
of high society, which always begins with fish and works
up to solids. I brought them myself as my contribu-
tion to the feast. Do you, Elijah, hand a wet round :
if the others be like me they are dry. Marriage, as I
always found it, is a dry job.' ^

' Where is Glory ? ' asked Elijah.

* Oh, yes I ' exclaimed Mrs. De Witt. ' That is like
you, Elijah, shouting, " Where is Glory ? " Do you
think she is to coine here toozling about among the

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328

MEHALAH.

wittles in her best gown ? She is upstairs getting her
dress changed.'

He was pacified.

Mrs. Sharland passed here and there, eager to be
supposed useful, actually getting across Mrs. De Witt's
path and interfering with her proceedings.

*I can't stand this,' said the fishwife. *You go
upstairs and see after Mehalah. I am going to dish up
the pudding.'

' I will take the gravy in the sauceboat,* said Mrs.
Sharland.

' Don't get your shivers on at the time, then, and
fiend the grease over everyone,' advised Mrs. De Witt.

* There now, Elijah ! ' exclaimed she, full of pride,
when the table was spread. * Do look at them dump-
lings. They are round, plump, and beautiful as cherubs'
heads on monuments.'

' Where is Glory ? ' asked Eebow.

' Run up,' said Mrs. De Witt to the mother, * tell
the girl we are waiting for her. Bid her come at once
before the gravy clots.'

An Essex dinner begins with dumplings soused in
gravy. When these have been demolished the flesh
follows. "

The guests sat, with black-handled knives and forks
in hand, mouths and noses projected, and eyes riveted
on the steaming puddings, ready to cut into them the
moment the signal was given.

Mrs. Sharland was slow of foot. Every step was
taken leisurely up the stairs and along the passage.

* I'm afeared,' said Farmer Ooppin, * the outer edge

THE VIAL OF WRATH.

32i)

of the pudding, about an inch deep all round, is getting
the chill.'

'And there is a scum of fat forming on the gravy,'
said Reuben Grout, 'just like cat-ice on my duck-pond,
or like mardlins * in spring on a ditch. Had not I
better set the gravy against the fire till the good lady
comes down ? '

* She is coming,' said Rebow ; and then he drummed
on the table with his knife. Mrs. Sharland leisurely
returned. She was alone.

'Well? 'from Rebow.

* Mehalah is not in her room.'

' Curse it I ' said Elijah. ' Where is slie, then ? Go
and fetch her.' .

' I do not know where she is.'

' She will be here directly,' said Rebow, controlling
himself. ' You may fall to, neighbours.'

At the word every fork was plunged into the pud-
dings, and every knife driven into *heir hearts. Each
yought who could appropriate to himself the largest
block of pudding. Then there ensued a struggle for
the gravy, and great impatience was manifested by those
who had to wait till others had well drenched their
hunches of dough in the greasy liquor.

Rebow leaned back in his chair, holding knife and
fork erect on the table. * Why is she not here ? She
ought to be here.'

* Take some dumpling, Elijah ? '

* I won't eat till my Glory comes.*

* Lord preserve you I ' exclaimed Mrs. De Witt,
slapping his back. * Go on and eat. You don't under-

* * Mardlins ' are duckweed.

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MEHALAlt.

stand girls, as you do calves., that is a fact, "^^'hy, a
girl on her marriage-day is shamefaced, and does not
like to be seen. In high society they hide their heads
in their wails all day. That is what the wails are for.
I was like that. You may look at me, but it is true
as that every oyster wears a beard. When I was married
to Moses I was that kittle, coy young bird I wonld have
dived and hid among the barnacles on the keel of the
wessel, had I been able to keep under water like a
duck.'

' Where is she ? *

* How do I know ? Never fear ; she is somewhere
— gone out to get a little fresh air. It was hot and
stank in that hold of an old church. What with the
live corpses above in the pews and the dead ones below
deck, it gave me a headache, and you may be sure
Mehalah was overcome. I saw she did not look well.
The pleasure, I suppose, has been too much for her. A
wery little tipple of that topples some folks over.'

« You think so ? *

' I am sure of it. Have I not been a bride myself?
I know about those sort of things by actual experience.
I've gone through the operation myself. It is wery
like being had up before the magistrate and convicted
for life.'

Elijah was partly satisfied, and he began to eat ;
but his eyes turned restlessly at intervals to the door.

' Don't you put yourself out,' murmured Mrs. De
Witt as she leaned over his shoulder and emptied his
glass of spirits. ' Grirls are much like scallops. If you
want to have them tender and melting in your mouth,
you must treat them with caution and patience. You

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33i

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under two hours, you toast them, and pepper and butter
them, and then they are scalding and delicious. Buo
if you go too fast to work with them, they turn to
leather, and will draw the teeth out of your gums if you
bite into them. Girls must be treated just similarly,
or you spoil them. You wouldn't think it, looking at
me, but my Moses, with all his faults, knew how to deal
with me, and he got me that soft and yielding that he
could squeeze me through his fingers like Mersea mud.
True as gospel. Fill your glass, Elijah ; it don't look
liospitable to allow it to stand empty.'

When the lady in her red coat entered, holding
triumphantly above her Load a leg of boiled mutton,
there was a general burst of delight.

* A hunter's dinner ! ' said Gopp: n.

' But where is the bride ? ' asked Grout. * I want
to drink health and a long family to her.'

* Glory ought to be here. Go up. Mistress Sharland,
and bring her down. She has returned by this time,*
said Rebow.

' I don't think she has,' said the old woman,

* I am sure of it ; go and look.'

The widow revisited the bedroom. , *

When she returned she said, * No, Elijah , Mehalah
has not come back. She has taken off her bridal dress
and laid it on the bed, and has put on her blue jersey,
and I see she has taken with her a red cap.'

' She tore that to pieces.'

' She has been knitting a new cap this week.* said
Mrs. Sharland.

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832

MEHALAH.

* I like that ! She has done it to please me,* said
Elijah, his eje twinkling. ' I loved her in that ; and I
hate to see her as she was tricked out to-day.'

* We are waiting for you to carve,' said Goppin.

* Don*t forget we like fat,' said Grout.

* I say,' murmured Jabez Bunting, a storekeeper,

* look at the gravy, how it oozes out ; I'm fit to jump at
the sight. Don't think we eat like ladies of quality,
Kebow. Give us good large helpings, and the redder
and rawer the better.'

* Some one,' said Elijah, ' tell Abraham Dowsing to
go on the sea-wall and look out for Glory, and bring
her home.'

* There's the boy what rowed me hv. , said Mrs.
De Witt. * He is sitting outside on the step, and I'm
throwing him the bits of skin and fat and gristle. I'll
send hira.'

' Really,' observed the Rev. Mr. Rabbit, after a fit
of sneezing, * the circumstance reminds the student of
Holy Writ somewhat of Queen Vashti.'

* What do you mean ? ' asked Elijah abruptly.

* No offence, no offence meant,' gasped the curate,
waxing very red ; * I only thought your good lady wa?
to-day like Queen Vashti.'

* Glory is like nobody,' said Rebow, with some pride.

* There never was, there never can be, another Glory.
I don't care who or what your Vashti was — Was she
beautiful ? ' shortly interrupting himself.

* Did she bring property into the family ! ' asked Mrs.
De Witt, leaning over Elijah's shoulder and emptying his
tumbler. * Elijah 1 you must replenish* Look hospit*
able, and keep the liquor flowing.'

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33.3

* I really don't know,' said Mr. liabbit.

* Then what do you mean by saying she was like
my Glory ? ' asked Rebow angrily.

* I — I only suggested that there was a faint simi-
larity in the circumstances, you know. King Ahasuerus
made a great feast — as you have done.'

' Was there boiled mutton at it ? ' asked Grout.

* I really cannot say. It is not recorded.'

* Give me boiled mutton, a little underdone, and I
d.sk for nothing more,' said Goppin.

' And,' went on the curate, * he naturally wished his
wife to be present. He wanted her to come down to
be seen of his lords and princes.'

* Go on ! Damn your sneezing. Put it off till
youVe preaching, and then no one will care,' said
Rebow.

* But,' pursued the parson, when he had wiped his
nose and eyes, and recovered breath after the fit,
' Queen Vashti refused to come down.'

* Well, what did the husband say to that ? ' asked
Elijah.

* If he was a sensible man,' said Goppin, ' he cut
into the mutton, and didn't bother about she.'

' You don't know, neighbour, that it was a leg of
mutton,' said Grout. * It might bp^^e been sirloin.'

* Sirloin ! ' exclaimed Bunting ; * I wouldn't go ten
yards to taste sirloin. There's not enough on the bone,
except fat.*

* Go on,' said Elijah to the curate. * How did the
man — king, was he — take it ? '

* He dismissed Vashti, and took Esther to be his
queen. But then,' put in the frightened curate, thinking

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MEHALAH.

be had suggested a startling precedent, * Ahasuerus was
not a Christian, and knew no better.'

* Do you think,' laughed Rebow, ' that I would cast
off my Glory for any other woman that ever was born ?
No, I would not. Let her do what she likes. She
don't care to associate with such as you. She holds
herself above you. And she's right. She is one the
like of whom does not exist. She has a soul stronger
and more man-like than anyone of you. If she don't
choose to come and guzzle here along of you, she's
right. I like her for it.'

He flung himself back in bis chair and drained hia
full glass. •

* I ask you, Goppin I Did you ever see the equal
of my Glory ? *

'I can't say as ever I did, Rebow,' answered the
farmer. * I took the liberty to chuck her under the
chin, and she up with the pitchfork out of my hand,
and had like to have sent me to kingdom come, had not
my good woman been nigh to hand, and run to the
lescue. I hope you'll find her more placable when you
come to ask a kiss.'

Elijah rubbed his hands, and laughed boisterously.

' Ha I ' shouted he, ' that is my Glory I I tell
you, Goppin, she'd have drove the prongs of the
fork into your flesh as I dig this into the meat,' and
he stabbed at the joint fiercely with his carving
fork.

* I dare say,' grumbled the farmer, wincing and rub-
bing his leg. *rd for my part rather have a more
peacable mate ; but there's no choosing fat beasts for
others, as the saying goes.'

THF. VIAL OF WKATU.

333

leras was

* What do you think of her ? ' asked ReLow, turning
round with exultation on Bunting and Grout.

* She came to my old woman,' said the latter, * and
asked her to take her in and give her work. She wanted
to leave you.'

' She did,' exclaimed Rebow. * And what did your
old woman say to tliat ? *

' She said she durstn't do it. She durst n't do it.*

' She durstn't do it I ' echoed Elijah with a great
laugh. * That was fine. She durstn't do it I '

' No,' pursued G-rout, * without your leave.'

' And you wouldn't have dared to do it neither,*
turning to Bunting, who sliook his head.

*/No, you would not dare. I'd like to see the man
or woman in Salcott or Virley as would dare. I reckon
there is none that knows me would make the venture.
By God ! ' he burst forth. * Where is the girl ? I will
have her here ; and I'm cursed if you shall not all
stand on your legs, and drink to her health and happi-
ness as the most splendid woman as ever was or shall
be.'

' Abraham Dowsing is at the door,' said Mrs. Sliar-
land.

* Come in, and say what you have to say before us
all,' called Elijah. ' If it l>e anything about my Glory,
say it out.'

* She is gone off in her boat,' said the old man ; * I
saw her.'

' Why did you not stop her then ? ' asked Mrs. De
Witt.

' I stop her I * repeated Abraham. * She is my
mistress, and I a servant,*

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^1^^

* That in right,' saifl Klijali, * if she had takon a
whip and lashfd your ])aok till it was raw, you couKln't
stop her. Where is she gone to ? '

Abraham drew up his shoulders. * That's her con-
cern. It's no odds to me. But I tell ye what, Master.
Here are you feasting here, and we han't had nothing
extra with our wittles. I ask tliat we may eat and
drink prosperity to you both, to her and you.*

' You shall,' said Elijah.

* Stay,' put in Mrs. De Witt. * What do you mean,
you old barnacle, you? Let your superiors eat their
fill first, and then you and the other men shall have
what's over. That's fair. I shall manage for you,
G-o, Abraham.'

The supper drew to a close. Elijah drank a great
deal. He was fretted, though he tried not to show it,
by the absence of Glory. As more spirits were drunk
nrid pipes were lighted in the hall, whilst the men of
the farm fed in the kitchen, several of those present
repeated their regret that sh- in whose honour they
were assembled, the new mistress of the house in which
they had met, had not deigned to show herself, and
receive their good wishes and congratulations.

Rebow gulped down the contents of glass after
glass.

Mrs. De Witt had seated herself with the rest, and
was doing her best to make up for lost time, with the
bottle.

* Elijah I ' said she, * one or other must establish
the mastery, either you or Glory. I did think she were
a bit shy at first to come among us ; but now the night
is coming on and still she is away. I don't deny that

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this ain't civil. But then, shn has lived all her life on
the Ray, and can't know the fashions of high society ;
and again, poor thing, it's her first experience of matri-
mony. She will do better next time. Let us drink I *
said she, holding up her brimming glass, * to her pro-
fiting speedily by her experience, and next time we
have all of us the honour of attending at her wedding,
may she do us the favour to respond.'

* Amen I ' said the clerk, who was present,

* Go out some one, and see if she is coming,' said
Re])ow, his dark face burning with anger and drink.
He could not, however, wait till the messenger returned,
but left his guests, and went forth himself. He mounted
tlie sea-wall, and turned his eyes down the creek ;•
nothing was visible. He stood there, bareheaded,
cursing, for a quarter of an hour, and then went back
with knitted brows.

He found his guests preparing to depart,

' Go along I ' he said ; * I want no congratulations ;
say nothing. Glory and I have a marriage different
from other folks, as she and I are. not like other folks.
We must fight it out between us.'

He waved his guests away, with a rude impatient
gesture.

Mrs. De Witt roused her boat-boy by kicking him
off the steps — he had gone to sleep there— and then
tumbling on top of him. She staggered up, tucked
the lad under her arm, and marched off.

* If I meet Glory by the way, I'll send her home,
I'll be sure and mind it,' said she to Kebow as she
departed.

He weuw in. He ordered Mrs. Sharland to go to

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her bed. The charwoman, had in for the day, cleared
the table of all the glasses, save that of Elijah, and
retired. He was left alone. He went to the back
door and fastened it. Grlory should not slink home
that way without facing him. He seated himself in
his armchair, and refilled his tumbler with spirits
and water. He was very angry. She had deliberately
insulted him before his guests, defied him in the face
of the principal people of the parish. It would be
spoken of, and he would be laughed at throughout the
neighbourhood.

The black veins in his brow puffed out. A half-
drunken, half-revengeful fire smouldered in his deep-set
eyes. There was no lamp or candle burning in the
room, but the twilight of midsummer filled it with a
grey illumination.

He walked to the door, opened it, and looked out.
The gulls were crying over the marsh, and the cattle
were browsing in it. No Mehalah was to be seen.

* On my wedding day ! ' he muttered, and he re-
sumed his seat. ' On that for which I have worked, to
which I have looked, for which I have thought and
schemed, she flies in my face, she scorns me, she shows
everyone that she hates me ! '

His pipe was out, he threw it impatiently* away.

' She does not know me, or she would not dare to
do it. There is no one in all the neighbourhood dare
defy me but she. Everyone fears me but she, for every-
one knows me but she. Know me she must, know me
she shall. There will be no wringing love out of her
till she bends under me and fears me. She will never
fear me till she knows all. She shall know that ; by

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God I ' he cried aloud, * I will tell her that which shall
make her shiiuk and fall, and whine at my feet ; and
then I shall take her up, and drag her to my heart,
and say, " Ah, ha I Glory I think what a man you have
gotten to-day, a man whom none can withstand. There
is none like me, there is none will dare what I will
dare. You and I, I and you, are alone in the world.
One must submit or there is no peace. You must learn
to cower beneath me, or we shall fight for ever." *

He went out again upon the sea-wall, but saw no-
thing, and came back more angry. As he stood on his
steps he heard from the path to Salcott a burst of merri-
ment. He swore an ugly oath. Those men, rolling
home, were ridiculing him, keeping his marriage feast
without the presence of his bride I

He flung himself again into his chair, and rocked
himself in it. He could not sit there, tortured with
auger and love, in the gloaming, doing nothing. He
emptied the bottle, there was not a drop more in it,
and he cast it in the hearth. Then he fetched down
his old musket mounted in brass, and getting the vitriol
bottle from the window, began to rub and polish tlie
metal.

He wearied of that in the end. His mind could
not be drawn off Glory, and wondering where she was,
and why she had thus gone away.

* I love her,' he muttered, as he replaced his gun on
the nails above the chimney-piece, * but yet I hate her.
My very heart is like Grimshoe with love and bate
warring together, and neither gets the mastery. I
could clasp her to my breast, but I could tear out her
betvrt with my nails, because it will not love me.' He

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rocked himself in his seat savagely, and his breath
came fast : * We must work the riddle out between us.
We can get no help, no light from any others ; she and
I, and I and she, are each other's best friends and worst
foes.'

A firm hand was on the door, it was thrown open,
and in the grey light stood Mehalah.

* Where have you been ? ' asked Elijah, hardly able
to speak, so agitated with fury and disappointed love
was he.

* I have been,' she said composedly, ' on the Kay,
fitting there and dreaming of the past.'

* Of the past I ' shouted Rebow. * You have been
dreaming of George ? '

* Yes, I have.'

* I thought it, I knew you were,' he yelled. * Come
here, my wife.'

' I am not your wife. I never will be your wife,
except in name. I told you so. I can not, and I will
not love you. I can not, and I will not, be aught to
you but a housekeeper, a servant. I have taken your-
name to save mine, that is all.'

* That is ail because you love George De Witt.'

* George De Witt is dead.'

* I don't care whether he be dead or not, you think
that he is your double. I tell you, as I have told you
before, he is not. I am.'

' I will not listen to more of this,' she said in a hard
tone. ' Let me pass, let me go to my room.'

' I will not let you pass,' he swore ; the breath came
through his nostrils like the sn^ifting of a frightened
horse ; ' I will not. Hear me, Glory, mj own Glory I

breath
een us.
she and
(1 worst

a open,

ily able
ied love

be Ray,

ve been

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m' wife,
,d I will
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Ltt;

lu think
told you

hard

th came
jhtened
Glory !

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311

hear me you shall.' He grasped her arms between the
elbow and shoulder with his iron hands, and shook her
savagely.

* Listen to me, G-lory, you must and shall. You do
not love me, G-lory, because you do not fear ' me. The
dog whom ' ' -^at till it howls with torture creeps up to
me and licks my hand, A woman will never love her
equal, but she will worship her superior. You have
shown me to-day that you think yourself on a level
with me. You have donned again your cap of liberty,*
he raised one hand to her head, plucked off the cap
and cast it on the floor, ' thinking that now you have
taken me before the world, you have broken my power
over you. You do not know me, Grlory ! you do not
know me. Listen to me ! ' Through the twilight she
could see his fierce eyes flaring at her, her hair was
disturbed by the hot blasts of his labouring lungs. His
fingers that 1 ?ld her twitched convulsively as he spoke.

'Listen to me, G^'^rv! and know me and re>pect
me. I am no more to be escaped from than fate. I
am mighty over you as a Providence. You may writhe
and circumvent, but I meet you at every turn, and
tread you down whenever you think to elude me.
l^isten to me. Glory ! ' He paused, and drew a long
breath ; * Listen, I say, to me. Grlory ! how did you
lose your money that nigh^ that Abraham Downing sold
your sheep ? I feel you stirring and starting in my
hands. Yes, I took it. You went out with George De
Witt, and left the purse on the table. When your
mother left the room, I took the money. You may
have it biek now when you like, now that I have you.
I took it — yoa see why. To have you in my power.*

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MEHALAH.

' Cow.'ird and thief!' j^asped Melialah.

* All ! call me names if you like ; you do not know
me yet, and how impossible it is to resist me. You
thought when you had got the money again, from
George, that you had escaped me.*

'Stay!' exclaimed Mehalah. * It was you,* with
compressed scorn, ' that fired on George and me in the
marsh.'

* I fired at him, not at you ; and had you not
changed the place of the lanthorn in the boat, I should
have shot him.'

The girl shuddered in his hands.

* I feel you,' he said with savage exultation. * You
are beginning to know me now, and to tremble.
When you know all, you will kneel to rae as to
your God, as almighty over your destiny, irresistible,
able to crush and kill whom I will, and to conquer
wliere I wilL George De Witt stood in my way to
you.'

Mehalah's heart leaped and then stood still. Her
pulse ceased to beat. She seemed to be hanging in
space, seeing nothing, feeling nothing, hearing only,
and only tb^' words of the man before her.

* He ]e^ Mersea City one night. He left it in my
boat with jne.'

He paused, rejoicing in her horror at this revelation
of himself to her. ,

' Have you not a question to ask me, " Where he
now is ? What I know of him ? " '

No — she could not speak, she could not even
breathe.

* Do you remember when you came on Michaelmas

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343

t know
. You
1, from

1,* with
e in tlie

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I should

. * You
tremble,
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esistible,
conquer
way to

11. Her

[ging in
ig only,

in my

relation

lere he

even

iaelmas

Day to pay me my rent, how you heard and saw my
mad brother in the cell there below ? '

He paused again, and then chuckled. * The poor
wretch died and I buried him there. • I brought George
here, I made him drunk, and chained him in my
brother's place, and he went mad with his captivity in
darkness and cold and nakedness.'

The blood spouted from her heart through every
artery. She tried to cry but coidd not, she strove to
escape his hands, she was unable. She panted, and l>cr
eyes stood open, fixed as those of a corpse, staring before
her.

' You lost your sheep,' he went on, with exultation,
* I took them. I took them to rob you of every chance
of paying me, and keeping clear of me.'

She did not hear him. She cared nothing about
sheep. She was thinking of George, of his imprison-
ment and madness.

*At last, when I feared that after all you might
slip from me by means of that cripple at Wyvenhoe, I
did more. I watched you on New Year's Eve; I
waited for you to go to sleep, that I might fire your
house. You did better than I had thought, you went
out ; and then I set the Ray farm in flames. What
cared I for the loss ? It was nothing. By it I gained
you. I secured you under my roof, by burning you out
of the shelter of your own.' He swelled with pride.
*You know me now. Glory! Now think you that
escape from me is possible? No, you do not, you
cannot. I hedge you in, I undermine the ground you
tread. I saw away the posts that hold up the roof
above your head. You know now what I am, ii're-

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sistible, almighty, as far as you are concerned, your
fate incarnate. And 1 know you. I know that you
are one who will never yield till you have found a man
who is mightier In will and in power than you ; those
who have fought are best friends after the struggle,
when each knows his own strength and the full measure
of the resistance of the other. We have had one wrestle,
and I have flung you at every round ; you in your pride
have stood up again, and wiped the blood from your
Heart, and the tears from your eyes, and tried another
fall with me ; but now, Glory, you have tried your last.
Hitherto you fought not knowing the extent of my
power, thinking that I put forth my full might when I
spoke, but that I had no strength to act. Now you see
what I can do, and what I have done, and you will
abandon the fruitless battle. Glory I Glory I Come
to my heart. You fear me now, and fear is the firat
step leading to love. Glory I my own Glory I * his
voice faltered, and his fingers worked, 'I love you
madly. I will do and dare all for you. I will live for
you and for nothing in the world but you. Never till
this day in the church ha\'e I so much as held your
hand. Never till this moment, Glory ! have I held you
to my heart, never till this moment have I felt it bound-
ing against mine, never till this moment have I kissed
those dear, dear lips, as I shall now.'

He drew her to him. He unloosed his hands to
throw his arms round her. She felt them closing on
her like a hoop of iron, she felt his heart beating like
the strokes of a blacksmith with his hammer ; his
burning breath was on her cheek. He I He kiss her I

, your

Lt you
a man
those
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leasure
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Q your
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She'He on that heart which had schemed and carried
out the destruction of her George 1

She cried out. She found her tongue. * Let go I
I hate you as I never hated you before I I hate you
as a mad dog, as a poisonous adder ! Let go I ' She
writhed and slipped partly away.

* Never till I have held you to my breast ana kissed
you,' he said.

* That never, never I ' she gasped. She got her
hands on his breast and forced his arms asunder behind
her.

* Ha, ha I strong,' he laughed, * but not strong as L*
He gripped her wrists and bent her arms back. She
threw herself on the ground, he drew her up. Slie
flung herself against the chair, crushing his hand
against the chimney-piece, so that he let go with it
for an instant. She groped about with her free hand,
in the dark, for some weapon, she grasped something.
He cursed her for the pain she had given him, and
attempted again to seize her hand. In a moment she
had struck him — him the coward assailant, him the
thief, him the murderer — between the brows with the
weapon her hand had taken. It was a blow with her
whole force. There followed a crash of glass, then a
sense as of her hand being plunged into fire. Then
a shriek loud, tearing through roof and wall, loud,
agonised, as only a man or a horse can utter in supreme
moments of torture ; and Rebow fell on the floor,
writhing like a worm, with his hands over his face and
eyes.

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MEIIALAH.

CHAPTKR XXV.

IN THE DARKNESS.

Day by day Elijah Reb.w lay, or sat, in the darkened
oak parlour witli his eyes bandaged, a prey to wratli,
pain, despair. The vitriol from the broken vial had
got into his eyes, and there was reason to fear had
blinded them.

He was obliged to have the burning balls kept from
the light, but he raged under the obligation. He
wanted to see, he could not be patient under restraint.
He could ill understand that in all things he might
not have his way, even in such a matter as this. He
chafed also at having been conquered by Glory. That
she should have defied and beaten him, and beaten him
in such a crushing manner, cut his pride to the quick.

None knew how the accident had occur::ed save
himself and Mehalah. To the doctor he had merely
said that in getting the vitriol bottle from the shelf, it
had fallen and broken on his forehead.

Mrs. Sharland remained in as complete ignorance
of the truth as the rest, and her lamentations and
commiserations, poured on Elijah and her daughter,
angered him and humiliated her. Mehalah had suffered
in mind agonies equal in acuteness to those endured in
body by Elijah.

Horror and hatred of herself predominated. She
had destroyed, by one outburst of passion, the eyesight
of a man, and wrecked his life. What henceforth for
thirty or forty years could life be to Kebow ? — to one

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217

who could not endure existence without activity ? She
had rendered, him in a moment helpless as a hahe, and
dependent on herself for everything. She must attend
to his every want, and manage the farm and his bu.^i-
ness for him. By a stroke, their relative positions
were reversed. The wedding night had produced a
revolution in their places of which she could not have
dreamed. She felt at once the burden of the responsi-
bilities that came upon her. She was called upon by
those on the farm to order and provide for everything
connected with it. She liad to think for the farm,
and think for the master into whose position she had
forced her way.

She hated herself for her rash act. She hated the
man whom she had mutilated, but more herself. If by
what she had done she had in one sense made herself
master, in another she had cast herself into bondage.
By the terrible injury she had inflicted on Kebow she
had morally bound herself to him for life to repair that
injury by self-devotion. Had it been possible for her
to love him, even to like him, this would have been
light to her, with her feminine instinct, but as it was
not possible, the slavery would be inexpressibly painful.

Love will hallow and lighten the most repulsive
labours, the most extreme k:elf-sacrifice, but when there
is no love, only abhorrence, labour and self-sacrifice
crush mentally and morally. She must bear the most
fierce and insulting reproaches without an attempt to
escape them, she had in part deserved them. TIk r^e
she could and would endure, but his caresses I — no I
however deeply she might have sinned against hira,
however overflowing her pity for his helpless condition

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MEHAT.AH.

might be, slip could not tolerate affection from the
man who by hia own confession merited her profound
loathing. He had taken an unoffending man, and had
imprisoned him and blinded his reason by cruelty ; it
seemed to her as if Providence had used her hand to
exact a just retribution on Rebow by condemning him
to an equally miserable condition. The recompense
was justly meted, but would that it had been dealt by
another hand I

In one particular she was blameless, and able to
excuse herself. She had acted without intent to do
bodily harm, and in ignorance the weapon she had
used. She had been carried away by the instinct of
self-preservation, and had taken up what was readiest
at hand, without a wish to do more than e_nancipa(o
herself from the grasp of the man she detested. He
had brought the consequences ou his own eyes by his
own act.

But though she quite recognised that he had done
this, and that he richly deserved the consequences, yet
she could not relieve her conscience from the gnawings
of self-reproach, from the scalding blush of shame at
having executed a savage, unwomanly vengeance on
the man who had wronged her. Had her victim been
a woman and a rival, she would perhaps have gloried
in her act ; but the female mind is perverse in its
twists and complexion, and it will tingle with pain for
having hurt a man, however little that man may be
loved, when it would plume itself for having done the
same to a woman 'vho has been a friend. A woman
must think and act ightly towards a man, but can do
neither towards one oi her own sex.

IN THE DARKNESS.

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Mehahili's bc-om was a prey lo conflicting eraotions.
She pitied Elijah, and she pitied G-eorge. Her deep
pity tor George forced her to hate his torturer, anrl
grudge him no suffering to expiate his offence. When
she thought of wliat George de Witt must have enduri^d
in the vault, of his privations there, of tlio gradual
darkening and disturbance of his faculties, and then of
how Elijah had stepped between him and her, and
spoiled tlieir mutual dream of liappiness, and ruined
both their lives, the hot blood boiled in her heart, and
she felt that she could deal Kebow the stroke again,
deliberately, knowing what the result must be, as a
retributive act. But when she heard him, as now,
pacing the oak parlour, and in his blindness striking
against the walls, her pity for him mounted and over-
lapped her wrath. Moreover,. she was perplexed about
the story of George's imprisonment. There was some-
thing in it she could not reconcile with what she knew.
Elijah had confessed that on the night of (feorge's
disappearance he had enticed the young man to Red
Hall, made him drunk or'drugged him, and then chained
him in the vault, in the place of his own brother who had
died. It was Kebow and not De Witt who, that same
night, had appeared at her window, driven in the glass
and flung the medal at her feet. But was this possible ?
She knew at what hour George had left the Mussets'
shop, and she knew about the time when the medal had
been cast on the floor l)efore her. It was almost in-
credible that so much had taken place in the interval.
It was no easy row between Red Hall and the Ray, to be
accomplished in half an hour.

Surely, also, had George De Witt been imprisoned

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below, he could have found some mcMUs to makf hiuis<»lf
heard, to cummuuicate with the men about the farm,
in the aUsence of Kebow. Would a few months in that
dark damp cell derange the faculties of a sane man ?

Mehalah lifted the trap and went down. The vault
was a cellar not below tlie soil, but with floor level with
the marsh outside, or only slightly beneath. It had a
door fastened from vvithin by a bolt, but also provided
with a lock ; and there was the circular window already
described. The shutter had not been replaced, and the
sunlight entered, and made the den less gloomy and
horrible than Mehalah had conceived it to be. 8he
found the staple to which the chain had been attached,
away from the door and the window. It was obvioui*
how the maniac had got loose. The chain had been
attached to the staple by a padlock. Elijah sometimes
unlocked this, when he was cleaning the straw from the
cell and supplying fresh litter. He liad carelessly
turned the key in the lock, and left it unfastened. The
madman had found this out after Rebow was gone, and
had taken advantage of the circumstance to break out
at the window. The chain and padlock, with the key in
it, were now hung over the fireplace in the hall, mock-
ing the inscription below, * When I take Hold, I hold
fast.'

Mehalah seated herself in the window of the hall,
and took up some needlework,^ Elijah was still pacing
the parlour and beating against the opposite walls,
muttering curses when he struck the oak panels.
Presently she heard him groping along the walls for the
door, and stumbling over chairs. He turned the handle
and entered the hall.

IN Tin: 1)ai:i;n1"K-<.

He st()i».l bet'oi*' Ikt iu tlio doorwiiy of the tliirkoiied
cliainljcr, with extcnrled quivering hiuids, his head
})(>\ved, his eyes covorcMl with ii tliick l»aud;i;^e. He wore
his red plush waistcoat and lou;jf brown coat, f Tis dark
hair was rufTlfnl and stood up like rusht.'s over a choked
drain. He t uruetl his head a.>3ide and listened. Mehalali
held her breath.

* You are there,' he said. * Although you try to hi<lo
from me, T know you are there and watciiing ine. I am
in the dark but I can see. I can see you always and
everywliere, witli your eyes - yreat angry brown ey<'S —
on me, and your hand lifted to strike me into endless
night.'

Mehalah did not speak. Why should she? She
could say nothing that could do either any good.

* Have you put the hot fire to your tongue and
scorched it out as you have put it to my eyes ? ' he
asked. * Can't you speak ? Must I sit alone in dark-
ness, or tramp alone up and down in black hell, feeling
the flames dance in my eye-sockets, but not seeing them,
and have no one to speak to, no one to touch, no one
to kick, and beat, and curse? Go out and fetch me a
dog that I may torture it to death and laugh over the
sport. I must do something. I cannot tramp, tramp,
and strike my head and shoulders against the walls lill
I am bruised and cut, with no one to speak to, or speak
to me. By heaven I it^is bad enough in Grrimshoe with
two in the shiphold mangling each other, but there ig
excitement and sport in that. It is wjrse in that
wooden hold yonder, for there I am all alone.'

He stopped speaking, and begnu to feel round the
room. He came to the chimney and put his fingers ^pto

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ilie letiiMS of tile inscription. * lla ! ' he muttered,
* When I lay hold, I hold fast. I laid hold of you,
jNIehalah, but I hjive not let go yet, thoufj^h I have
burned my fingers.'

This was the first time he had ealled her l)y her
christian name. She was surprised.

' Mehalah 1 ' he repeated, 'Mehalahl' and tliea
laughed bitterly to himself. 'You are no more my Glory.
There is no Glory here for me ; unless, in pity for what
a ruin you have made, you take me to youi- lieart and
love me. If you will do that i will pardon all, T will
not give a thought to my eyes. I can still see you
standing in the midst of the .ire, unhurt like a daughter
of God. I do not care. I shall always see you there,
and when the fire goes out and only black ashes remain,
I sUfeU see you there shining like a lamp in the night,
always the same. I do not en re how many years may
pass, how old you may wax, wliether you may become
bent a.'j broken with infirmities, I shall always see my
Glory with her rich black shining hair, her hirge brown
eyes, and form as elastic and straight as a pine-tree. I
shall see the blue jersey and the red cap and scarlet
skirt.' He raised his hands and wrung them in the air
above his head : * What do I care for other sights ?
These long flat marshes have nothing beautiful in tliera.
The sea is not here what it is on other coasts, foaming,
colour-shifting like a peacock's neck ; here it is of one
tone and '^'i^ y, and never tosses lYi waves, but creeps in
like a thiof over the shallow mud-flat, and babbles like
a dotard over the mean shells and clots of weed on our
strand. There is nothing worth seeing here. I do not
heed being blinded, so long as I can see you, and th it

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not you nor all your vitriol can extinguish. Heat
skewers white hot in the fire, and drive them in at the
eye-sockets through all obstruction into the brain, and
then, perhaps, you will blind me to that vision. No-
thing less can do it. Pity me and love me, and I for-
give all.'

He crept past the chimney-piece and was close to
the window. He touched Mehalah with one hand, and
in a moment had her fast with both.

* I cannot love you,' she said, * but I pity you from
the depth of my soul, and I shall never forgive myself
for what I have done.'

* Look here I ' he snatched his bandages away and
cast them down. 'This is what you have done. I
have hold of you, but I cannot see you with my eyes.
I am looking into a bed of wadding, of wliite fleeces
with red ochre smears in them, rank dirty old
fleeces unsecured — that is all I see. I suppose it is
the window and the sunshine. I feel the heat of the
rays ; I cannot see them save as streaks of wool.'

* Elijah 1 * exclaimed the girl, * let me bandage your
eyes again. You were ordered to keep all light ex-
cluded.'

* Bah ! I know well enough that my eyesight is gone.
I know what you have done for me. Do you think that
a few days in darkness can mend them ? I know better.
Vitriol will eat away iron, and the eye& are softer than
iron. You knew that when you poured it on them.'

' I never intended to do you the harm,' said Mehalah
passionately, and burst into tears. He listened to her
Bobbing with pleaeui'e.

' You are soiry for me ?

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^lied with shame

* I am more than sorry
and grief for what I have done.'

* You will love me now, Mehalah.'

She shook li«r head and one of her tears fell on his
hand ; he raised his hand and put it to his eyes ; then
sighed. * I thought one such drop would have restored
them whole as before. It would, had there been sweet-
ness in it, but it was all bitter. There was only anger
with self and no love for me. I must bide on in black-
ness.' He put his hands on each side of her head,
twisted his thumbs resting on her cheek-boiies, and her
unrestrained tears ran over them.

He stood quite still.

' This if-> the best meaicine I could get,' he said ;
* better nor all doctor's messes. To listen to your heart
flowing over, to feel your warm tears trickle, does me
good. In spite of everything. Glory ! I must love you,
and yet, Mehalah ! I liave every cause to hate you. I
liave made you, who were nothing, my wife, mistress of
my house and estate, with a property and position above
everyone else in Salcott and Virley, eqiral to any of the
proud yeomen's wives on Mersea Isle. I have made a
home for your mother, and in return you have plunged
me in eternal night, and deny me your love.'

' Let us not recriminate,' said Mehalah through her
tears, ' or I should have enough to charge you with. I
never souglit to be your wife. You drove me into the
position in spite of my aversion to it ; in spite of all
my efforts to escape. You have wounded me in a cruel
and cowardly manner past forgiveness. You have
mined my life and all my prospects of happineBs.
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He shook her furiously.

* I will not listen to that name,' he said through his
teeth.

* You could bear to hold him in chains there below,'
she answered.

* You said, Let us not recriminate, and you pour
a torrent of recriminations over me,' he gasped. * If I
have wronged you, you have redressed all with one vial
of vitriol in the eyes, where man is most sensitive.
With that firejuice you purged away all the past wrongs^
I expiated in that liquid flame all the evil I had done
you. You don't know what I have suffered. You have
had no such experience of pain as to imagine the tortures
I have undergone. If the anguish were all, it would be
enough atonement ; but it is not all. There is the
future before me, a future of night. I shall have to
trust to someone to do everything for me, to be eyes,
and hands, and feet to me. Whom can I trust ? How
do I know that I shall not be deserted, and left to die
in my darkness, a prey to ravenous men ? If you loved
me, then I could lean on you and be at peace. But
you do not love me, and you will leave me when it suits
your pleasure.'

*No, Elijah,* said Mehalah sadly; 'that I never
will do. I have robbed you of your sight. I did it
mi wittingly, in self-defence, perhaps also in anger at
knowing how cruelly, wickedly, cowardly you had be-
haved to me and to another whom I loved.'

* Whom you love still I ' with a cry of rage.

' One whom I loved,' repeated Mehalali, sadly ; ' and
I must atone for my mad act as far as lies in ray power.
I will stay by you. I will never forsake you.'

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*Lislca to mo, Melialah,' .said Elijah, with concen-
1 rated vehemence ; * you know what was said — that the
person you loved went out in a boat and was lost. The
body was never found. Should the man turn up again.'

* That is impossible.'

* I don't care for impossibilities. I live now in a
dream-world where there is no line drawn between the
possible and the impossible. Should he reappear, what
then?'

* Still I would remain at my post of duty,^ aid the
girl, humouring bis fancy.

' The post of duty, not of love,' he muttered,

* I said duty,' she replied ; * I will never leave that.
Hi? thumbs twitched on her cheek-bones and worked

their way to the corners of her eyes ; she sharply with-
drew her head.

He laughed. * You thought I was going to gouge
your eyes out with my thumbnails,' he said, * that I was
going to repay you in kind. No, I was not ; but should
the dead return to life and reclaim you, I may do it.
You cannot, you shall not escape me. You and I, and
I and you, must sink or swim together. Say again,
Mehalah, that you will stand by me.'

'I promise it you, Elijah, I promise it you here
solemnly, before God.' She sank on her knees, * I
have brought you unwittingly into darkness, and in
tha^ darkness I will hold to you and will cheri4i
you.'

* Ha I ' he shouted. * At the altar you refused to
swear that. To love, cherish, and obey is what the
parson tried to make you say ; but all you s wor". to
was to obey, you denied the other, and now you • iLo

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oath to clierish. The wlieel of fate is turninp^, and you
will come iu time to love where you began to obey aad
weiit on to cherish,'

CHAPTER XXVI.

THE FORGINd OP THE RING.

Mrs. Siiarlanu was failing. The excitement of the
marriage had roused her to activity, but when that was
over oil© relapsed, her energy evaporated, and she took
to her bed with the avowed intention of not leavin^aj it
again, except for a christening in the family, till r ied
to her grave. She did not understand JNIehalah, she
fretted because the arrangements after the eventful
day remained the same as before ; her daughter shared
her room and kept as much away from Elijah as was
possible, showed him none of the love of a wife to her
husband, and was distressed when spoken to by her new
name.

'You are either Mistress Rebow or you are not,'
said the '>ld woman peevishly to her daughter one
night, in iheir room, ' and if you are not, then I don't
understand what the ceremony in llo church was for.
You treat Elijah Rebow as coldly and indifferently as
if he were naught to you but master, and you to him
were still hired servant. I don't understand your
goings on.'

* He and I understand each other, that is enough,*
answered Mehalah. * I have married him for his name
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him than as a master: I told him when T ncjreecl to go
to church with him tliat I would be liis no further thau
tlie promise to ol>ey went; I take his name to save
mine — that is all. He is not my husband, and nevei
shall be, in any otlier way. T will serve him and serve
him devotedly, but not give him my iove. Tiiat I
cannot give. I gave my heart away once for all, and
it has not been restored to me.'

' That is all nonsense,' said Mrs. Sharland. ' Didn't
I love Charles Pettican, and weren't we nigh coming to
a declaration, only a fit of the ague shivers cut it short ?
I married your father, and loved him truly as a good
wife and not as a hired servant, for all that.'

' Elijah and I understand each other,' answered
Mehalah. ' I suppose there is something of truth in
what he says over and over again, that he and I are
different from others, and that there's none can under-
stand us but our two selves.'

* Then you are made for one another.'

* So he says, but I will not believe it. No. That
cannot be. Some have peace and happiness drop into
their lap, others have to fig] it their way to it, and that
is our fate. But that we shall find it in each other,

that "^ never will admit. In George ' she covered

her eyes, and left her sentence unfinished.

The charge of Mrs. Sharland *vas, to some extent,
unjust. Mehalah did attend to Elijah with as much
care and as assiduously as she was able, considering the
amount of work which had devolved upon her. Her
mother was ill and in bed, Elijah helpless. She had to
see after and direct everything about the farm and
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quenfly she was unahle to devote much time to Elijah,
hut whenever she had a few momeuts? of relief froui
work she devoted them to him. She took her needle-
work either to him in the oak parlour, or hrought him
inio the hall. She had now somewhat lightened her
labours by engaging a charwoman, and was therefore
mf>re able than before to be with Rebow and her
mother. Each complained if left long alone, and she
had much difficulty in portioning her time between
them. She tried, but tried in vain, to induce her
mother to make an v'^ffort and come downstairs, so that
she might sit with both at once; this would save her
from distraction between two exacting and conflicting
claims, and some restraint would be placed on the
intercourse between Rebow and herself by the presence
in the room of a tliird party.

Elijah was not entirely blinded, he was plunged not
in darkness but in mist. He could see objects hazily,
when near ; he could distinguish figures, but not faces,
when within a feA- yards of him, but nothing distant.
The wall and a bkick cloud on the horizon were equally
remote to his vision.

He wandered about, with a stick, and visited his
cattle sheds and workmen ; or sat under the south wall
of his house in the sun. The pump was there, and to
it Mehalah sometimes came. He listened for her step.
He could distinguish her tread from that of the char-
woman. He took no notice of this woman, though -.he
came up to him occasionally and said a few commiser-
ating words.

The men thought that he was gentler in his affliction
iLaii he had been before. He did not curse them, aa

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had been his wont. He asked ahmit the cattle, an/^
the farm, and went his way. Mehalah also noticed
that he was less fierce ; she was able also to attribute
this softening to its right cause, to her own infliu.nce.
He was, to some extent, happy, because she was often
with him, sought him instead of shunning him, spoke
to him kindly, instead of rebuffing him when he ad-
dressed her, and let him know and feel that she thought
of him, and was endeavouring to make him comfortable
in his great deprivation.

As he 3at in the sun and looked up at the bright
orb, which he saw only as a nebulous mass of light, she
was ever present before his inward eye, she in her pride
and beauty. He did not think ; he sat hour by hour,
simply looking at her— at the image ever before him,
and listening for her step or voice. An expression of
almost content stole across his strongly marked features,
biit was occasionally blurred and broken by an uneasy,
eager, enquiring look, as if he were peering and heark-
ening for something which he dreaded. In fact, he was
not satisfied that George De Witt would never reappear.
Had he been set at rest on this point, he could have
been hnppy.

Mehalah was touched by his patience, his forgiveness
of the irreparable wrong she had done him. He had
said that if she loved him he would pardon all. He
was ready to do this at a less price; though he
ornvfid for her love, he was flontented, at least for the
present, with her solicitude. He hnd been accustomed
to open hostility and undisguised antipathy. Now that
he met with consideration and tenderness from her,
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operated in his nature. Love him, she could not, but
she felt that but for what he had done to George, she
could regard him without repugnance. Pity might
ripen into friendship. Into a deeper and more rich
feeling it never could, for he had barred the way to this
possibility by his dealing with De Witt.

She ventured occasionally to approach the subject,
but it always produced such agitation in the manner of
Rebow that she was obliged to desist from seeking ex-
planation of the particulars which perplexed her. The
slightest allusion to George De Witt troubled the
master of Red Hall, made his face darken, and brought
on an access of his old violence, from whioli he did not
recover for a day or two.

Mrs. De Witt came to see him.

* Lawk a day 1 ' she said ; * what a job to find you
in this predicament ! '

He turned his whitened eyes on her, with a nervous
twitch in the muscles and a tremour of the lips. * V/ell I
What news ? '

* News I ' echoed the lady ; * dear sackalive I who'd
expect to find news in Mersea ? you might as well drag
for oysters in a horsepond.' ». .

He was satisfied, and let her talk on without attend-
ing to her.

A few days later, te catleci the charwoman to him as
she was going to the pump.

* M'hat is your name ? '

* Susan Underwood. I'm a married woman, with
three small children, and another on its way.'

He fumbled in his pocket, and took out a crown.

* Any news ? — from Mersea, I mean.'

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* I don't come from Mersea. Thank your honour
all ijje same.'

' But if there were news there it would get to Virley
or Salcott, or wherever you live.'

* It would be sure. I did hear,' she said, * that
Farmer Pooley has been a-wisiting a little more nor he
uiiglit at widow Siggars' cottage, lier as has a handsome
daughter, and so, they do say, has Farmer Pudney ; and
the other day they met there, and was so mad each
to find the otiier, that the one up with his hunting
whip and the other with his bible and knocked each
other down, and each had to be carried home on a
shutter.'

* Gro and tell those tales to the old woman upstairs.
I have no patience to listen to them. That's the
sort of garbage women feed on, as maggots on rotten
meat.'

* But it is true.'

' Who cares whether true or not ? It is all the
same to nae. Has anyone arrived at Mersea ? '

' No^ yet, sir, but they do say that the parson's wife
has expectativiis.'

* Go back to the kitchen,' growled Elijah, and re-
lapsed into his dream.

A few minutes after, Mehalah came out, and seated
herself on the bench beside him. She was knitting.
He put out his hand and felt her, and smiled. He
raised his hand to her head.

* Glory ! when you wear the red cap in the sun I
know it, I see a scarlet light like a poppy, and it
pleases me. Let me hold the ball, then I can feel every
stitch you take with your fingers.'

She put the wool gently into his palm ; and began

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to talk to liim uoncerniiig the tarui. He listenod, and
spoke in a tone and with a manner different from his
habit foriTKMly.

Presently his hand stole up the thread, and he
caught her fingers and drew her hand down on her lap.
Her first impulse was to snatch it away, but she con-
([uered it, and let him feel over her hand without a
movement of dislike.

'You have not yet a* rin^,' he said; * you have no
gold weddin;^' circle like other marricMl women.'

' Our union is unlike all others, she said.

' That is true ; but you must wear my ring. I shall
not be happy till you do. I sliall think you will cast
me off unless I can feel the ring that has no ending
round ^our finger. Where is the link with which I
married you ? '

' I have it here,' she said ; ' I
and I shall not cast you off. I
string and carry it in my bosom.'

He seemed pleased. ' You wear it for my sake.'

'I wear it,' she replip I, truthfully, ' because I took
a solemn oath on that day, and I will not go from it.
What I undertook that I will fulfil, neither more nor
less. What I did not promise I will not do, what I did
undertake that I will execute.'

' And you bear the ring in your bosom '

' As a reminder to me of my promise. I will nob
be false to myself or to you. Do not press me further.
You know what to expect and what not to expect. H
I could love you I would ; hut I cannot. I did not
promise that then and I will not promise it now, for I
know the performance is out of my power.'

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* I cannot wear this link, it is too large.'

* I will get you a gold ring, such as other women
wear.'

' No. I cannot wear a lie ; the gold ring belongs to
the perfect marriage, to the union of hearts. It befits
not ours.'

* You are right,' he said, and sighed. He still held
her hand ; she made a slight effort to withdraw it, but
he clasped the hand the tighter.

* Let me touch and hold you. Glory,* he said. * Re-
member I can no more see you, except mistily. You
must allow me some compensation. I know what you
are now, sitting here in the sun, with your hair full of
rich coppery gleams, and your eyes full of light and
darkness at once, and your cheek like a ripe apricot.
I know what you are, splendid, noble, as no other girl
in the whole world ; but you have shut my eyes, that I
rnay not see you, so allow me, at least, to feel you.'
He paused. Then he went on ; * You are right, our
union is unlike any other, as you and I are different
from all others in ihe world. The married life of some
is smooth and shining and rustless like the gold, but
ours ii? quite contrary, it is rough and dark and full of

blisters and canker. It may be different some day '

he turned his dim eyes enquiringly at her, ' but not
now, not now. Nevertheless as the ring is without an
end so is our union. Crive me the link of iron. Glory,
and come with me to the forge. I will beat out a bit
of the metal into a ring, one small enough and light
enough for you to wear.'

He got up, and holding her hand, bade her lead him
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Near the bakehouse was a small smithy, fitted up
with all necessary appliances. Rehow was a skilful
workman at the anvil, and shod his own horses, and
made all that was needed in iron for the house and
farm.

Mehalah conducted him to the shop, and brouoht
fire from the kitchen for the forge, sbe worked the
bellows and blew the fire into size and strength, whilst
Elijah raked the coals together.

* Where is the link, Glory ? * he asked, and went up
to her. He put his hand to her neck, before she did,
and drew out of her bosom something.

* That is not the link, Elijah,' she said ; * it is my
medal — the medal that '

He uttered a fierce cry, and wrenching it off, dashed
it on the ground. He would have stamped on it had
he been able to see it.

Mehalah's clieek flashed, but she said nothinsf.
She saw where the coin had rolled. She stooped,
picked it up, impressed a kiss upon it, and hid it once
more in her bosom.

* Here is the iron link,' she said ; he took it from
her sullenly.

The Hame gleamed up blue above the wetted oal,
and glared out white through the crevices in the clot,
as the bellows panted, and Rebow drew the coals to-
gether or broke into the glaring mass with an iron
rod.

* I heard a preacher once take as his text,* said he,
' Our G-od is a consuming fire ; and he told all in tlie
chapel that this was writ in Scripture and therefore
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and He .knew what He was better than any man. He
said that fire warms and illumines at a distance, but
if you come too close it dazzles and burns up. And he
told us it was so with God. You can't keep too far off
of Him to be comfortable and safe ; the nearer you get,
the worse it is for you ; and to my thinking that is
Hell, when you get sucked into the very core of the
fire in the heart of God. You must be consumed
because you are not divine, fire alone can live in firo ;
most folks are clay and water, and they are good
enough, th'jy get light and warmth, but when they die
they bum up like this dock of coke. But there are
other folk, like you and me, Glory ! who are made of
fire and clay ; it takes but a word or a thought to
make us roar and blaze and glow like this furnace.
There is passion in us — and that is a spark of the
divine. I do not care what the passion be, love or
hate, or jealousy or anger, if it be hot and red and con-
suming so that it meits and burns all that opposes it,
that fiery passion is of God and will live, live on for
ever, in the central heart and furnace, which is God.
When you and I die, Glory ! and are sucked into the
great fiery whirlpool, we shall not be burnt up alto-
gether, but intensified. If I love you with fiery passion
here I shall love you with fiery passion ten thousand
times hotter hereafter ; my passion will turn to glaring
white heat, and never go out for all everlasting, for it
will be burning, blazing in God who is eternal. If you
hr»te me, you will be whirled in, and your fury fanned
and raked into a fiery phrenzy which will rage on for
ages on ages, and cannot go out, for it will be burning
in the everlasting furnace of Gcd. If I love, and you

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hate with infinite intensity for an infinity of timp —
that is Hell. But if you love and I love, our love
grows hotter and blazes and roars and spurts into one
tongue, cloven like the tongues at Pentecost, twain yet
one, and that is Heaven. IVIy love eating into yours
and encircling it, and yours into mine, and neither
containing nor consuming the other, but going on in
growing intensity of fiery fury of love from everlasting
to everlasting, that is Heaven of Heavens/

He was heating the link, held between the teeth of
long shanked pincers, and then withdrawing it, and
forging it on the anvil as he spoke.

' Glory ! ' he said : ' tell me, you do not hate me ? *

She hesitated.

* Glory I ' he repeated, and laid hammer and pincer
on the anvil, and leaned his head towards her, as she
shrank into the dark corner by the bellows, * Glory !
tell me, you do not hate me.'

' Elijah,' she said, ' I must be candid with you.
When I think of what, by your own confession, you
have done to him whom I loved more than all the
world '

He raised his hammer and brought it down on the
link, cutting it in half, and sending one fiery half across
the smithy.

* When I think of what you have done to him, I
feel that I do hate you, and that I have every cause
and right to hate you. I could forgive everything else.
I have turned over in my mind all that you have done
to me, the cruel way in which you worked till you had
brought me within your power, the heartless way in
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drove me out of pelf-defence to take your hand hpfore
the altar of God, I have thought of all this, and I feel
that my act — unintentional though it was — yet my act,
which has blinded you, has expiated all those offences.
You have wronged me, and I have wronged you. I
have ruined your life, but you have also ruined mine.
We are quits so far. You have my frank forgiveness.
I blot out all the past, as far as it concerns me, from
my memory. It shall no more rankle in my heart.
You have shown me a generous forgiveness of my
misdeed, and I would imitate you. But what you did
to George is not to he expiated. You sinned against
him more terribly, more wickedly than against me, and
he alone can pardon you. That I cannot forgive ; and
for that crime I must still hate you.*

He stood trembling — a strange weakness came
over him — he was not angry, savage, morose; he
seemed a prey to fear and uncertainty.

* Tell me, tell me truly. Glory I Does that alone
prevent you from loving me ? Had I never done what
I said I had done, could you love me ? *

* I do not say that,' she replied. * As I have told
you before, I gave my heart once for all to Georg^e De
Witt. I never could love you with my fresh full heart,
as a woman should love her husband, but I feel that I
could like you as a friend. I do pity you. God knows
how bitterly I have suffered from remorse for what I
did unwittingly, and how sincere I am in my repentance
and desire to deal tenderly and truly by you, Elijah.
I feel sometimes as if I could like you ; I do acknow-
ledge that you and I stand apart from others, and alone
can understand each other ; but then that great crime

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of your life against George rises up before me and
drives back my rising compassion.'

Rebow worked again at the link, beating out the
fragment into a wire, and cutting it again. He was
thinking whilst he wrought.

* Sooner or later,' he muttered at last, * all will out.*
He worked witli difficulty, and slowly, as he could

not see, and was obliged to feel the iron, and cool
it repeatedly to ascertain whether it was as he desired it.

* Look here, Glory I ' he said, * when iron is taken
from the smelting furnace it is crystalline and brittle ;
there is no thread and texture in it, but we burn it
and beat it, and as we work we beat our stubborn pur-
pose into the metal, and it is the will of the smith
which goes through his arm and hammer into the iron
and converts it to steel ; he drives his will into the
metal, and that becomes the fibre in it. You don't
find it so in nature. The human soul must part with
something and transfuse it into the inanimate iron,
and there it will lie and last, for the will of man is
divine and eternal. It is much the same with all with
which we have to do. I have spent time and labour
over you, and thought and purpose have been con-
sumed in making you my wife ; they are none of them
lost, they are all in you, they have become fibres in
your soiil. You may not be aware of it, but there they
all are. The mo e one thinks and labours for the
other the more he ingrafts himself in the nature of the
other. I have heard of sound men having their healthy
blood drawn off and injected into the veins of the sick,
and restoring them thus to activity and healtli. We
are always doing this with our wills, injecting their

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fire into the hearts of others, anc^ so by def^frees trans-
fusing their natures. You are pouring yourself into
me, and I into you, whether we know it or not, till in
time we are alike in colour and tone and temperature,'

He had worked the piece of steel into a rude ring,
not very cumbrous, and he bade Mehalah try it on her
finger. It was too small. He easily enlarged it, and
then got a file to smooth off the roughnesses.

* I had rather you wore this than a ring of gold,'
he said, * for there is part of my soul in this iron. I
have made it in spite of my blindness, because I had
the will to do so. The whole metal is full of my pur-
pose, which tinctures it as wine stains water ; and with
it goes my resolve that you shall be mine altogether in
heart and soul, in love as well as in pity, for now and
for all eternity. You will wear that on your finger, the
finger that has a nerve leading from tlie heart. Stretch
out your hand, Glory, and let me put it on. Stretch
out your hand over the hearth, above the fire, our God
is a consuming fire, and this is His proper altar.'

He stood on one side of the furnace, she on the
other ; the angry red coals glowed below, and a hot
smoke rose from them.

She extended her hand to him, and he grasped it with
the left above the fire, and held the steel ring in his right.

' Glory I ' he said in a tremulous voice. * At the
altar in the church you swore to obey me. In the hall
you knelt and swore to cherish me ; here, over the fire,
the figure of our God, as I put the iron ring on, swear
to me also to love me.'

She did not answer. She stood as though frozen to
ice *, with her eyes on the dooi- of the smithy, where
stood a figure — the figure of a man.

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Suddenly bbe uttered a piercing cry. * George I
my George I my George I * and withdrew her hand from
the grasp of Elijah. Tae iron ring fell from bis fiogerd
into the red fire below and was lost.

CHAPTER XXVIL

-0

THE RETURN OF THE LOST.

Mehalah was clasped in the arms of George De Witt.

'Who is there? Where is he?' shouted Elijah,
staggering forward with his great pincers raised ready
to strike.

George drew the girl out of the way, and let the
angry man burst out of the door and pass, beating the
air with his iron tool. He put bis arm round her, and
led her from the house. She could not speak, she
could only look up at him as at one i isen from the
dead. He led her towards the sea-wall, looking behind
him at the figure of the blind man, rnsh lUg about, and
smiting recklessly in his jealousy and fuj y, and hitting
bushes, rails, walls, anything in hopes of smiting down
the man whose name he had heard, and who he knew
had come back to break in on and ruin his hopes.

George De Witt walked lamely, he had a somewhat
etiff leg ; otherwise he seemed well.

*How manly you have grown ! * exclaimed ^Nlehalali,
holding him at arms' length, and contemplating him
with pride.

* And you. Glory, have become more womanly ; but
in all else are the same.*

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* Wliere have you been, George ? '

* At sea, Glory, and smelt powder. I linvo been a
sailor in His Majesty's Royal Navy, in the Dale of
Clarence, and I am pensioned off, because of my leg.*

* Have you been wounded ? '

* Not exactly. A cannon-ball, as we were loading,
struck nc on the shin and bruised the bone, so that I
have been invalided with swellings and ulcerations. I
ftin*t fit for active service, but I'm not exactly a cripple.*

' But George I when did this take place ? I do not
understand. After your escape ?'

' Escape, Glory ? I have had no escape.*

* From confinement in Red Hall,' she added.

« I never was confined there. I do not know what
you are talking about.'

Mehalah passed her hand over her face.

* George ! I thought that Elijah had made you drunk
and then put you in his cellar, chained there till you
went mad.'

* Tliere is not a word of truth in this,' said De Witt.
• Who told you such a tale ? '

' Elijah himself.'

< Elijah is a rascal* I have enough cause against
him without that.'

' Then tell me about yourself. I am bewildered.
How came you to disappear ? '

'Let us walk together to the spit by the wind-
mill, and I will tell you all.'

They turned the way he said, and he did not speak
again till they had reached the spot.

' We will sit down. Glory ; I suffer still somewhat
from my leg, so that I am always glad to rest. Now I

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373

linst
bred,
lind-
)eak
/hat

will tell }uu tljc whole alory* You remcmljur iLe evea-
iij«> when we quarrelled. You hud behaved rather
roughly to Phoebe Musset.*

' I remember it ouly too well, George.*
' After you had left, I went to the Mussets* house to
inquire after Phcebe, who had been well .soused in the
tea by you ; and on my return I fell in with Elijah
Ilebow. He took me to task for not having gone after
you and patched up our little ditierence. He said tliat
a quarrel should never be allowed to cool, but mended
while hot. He persuaded me to let him row me in hia
boat to the Kay. He said he was going there after
ducks or something of that sort, I do not remember
exactly. I agreed, and got into his punt with him, and
we made for the Khyn. We had scarcely entered the
channel when a lugger full of men ran across our bows
and had us fast in a jitfy. I was overpowered before I
knew wliere I was, and taken by the men in their boat.*

* Who were they, George ? * asked Mehalah, breath
lessly.

' They were some of the crew of the Salamander, a
war schooner then lying in the oflSng, come to press me
into the service with Captain Macpherson, who had been
on the coast-guard, but was appointed to the command.
I was carried ofif as many another man has been, without
my consent, and made to serve His Majesty on com-
pulsion.' A

' But, George I how about your medal that I gave
you ? That was returned to me the same night.'

* I suppose it was,' he replied coolly. * As I was
taken, Elijah said to me, ** Have you no token to send
Kick to Glory ? " I bade him tell you how I was im-

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pre'('<l, and how I would return to you whoni.vcr the
war was over and I was paid off; hut he at^ked tor some
token, that you might helieve him. Well, Glory ! I
had nothing" by me save your medal, and I handed it to
him and told him to give it to you with my love.*
]\J('halal» wruny- her hands and moaned.

* 1 have a notion,' continued George, ' that Rebow
was somehow privy to my being pressed ; for he went
out that afternoon to the Salamaitder in his cutter,
and had a private talk with Captain Macpherson, who
was short of men. Now I fancy, thctigli I can't prove
it, that he schemed with the captain how he should
catch me, and that Elijah with set purpose took me into
the trap set for me. He is deep enough to do such a
dirty trick.'

Mehalah's head sank on her knees, and she sobbed
aloud.

* And now, Glory, dearest 1' he went on, * the rascal
has got you to marry him, I am told. How could you
take him ? Why did you not wait for me ? You were
promised to me, and we looked on one another as soon
to be husband and wife. You must have soon forgotten
your promise.'

* I thought you were dead,' she gasped.

* So did my mother. I do not understand. Elijah
knew better.'

* But he told no one. He allowed us all to suppose
you were drowned in one of the fleets.'

* It is very hard,' said George, * for a fellow to return
from the wars to reclaim his girl, and to tind her no
longer his. It is a great blow to me, Glory I I did so
love and admire you.'

THF, i;i;tukn of tim; lost.

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She could only sway to and fro iu her distresi.

*Jt is very dieappointiDg to a chap,' said Cicor^c,
puttiug a quid in his cheek. * When he has calculuti d
on getting a nice girl as his wife, and in battle and
storm has had the thoughts of her to cheer and
tiicourage him ; when he has some prize-money in hirf
pocket, and hopes to t;pcnd it on her — well, it is hard.'

George,' said she between her sobs, ' why did you
rel urn the medal ? I gave it you, and you swore never
to part with it. You should not have sent it to me.'

' Did I really swear thai, Glory ? ' he answered ; ' if
so, I had forgotten. You see I was so set upon and
tliistered that night, I did not rightly consider things as
they should have been considered.' He stopped.

* Well ? ' asked Mehalah, eagerly.

• Don't catch me up, Glory. I only stopped to turn
the quid. As I was about to say, I did not remember
what I had promised. I had notliing else to send you
tliat would serve as a token. The medal was an article
about which there could be no mistake. I knew when
you saw that you would make sure Elijah's story was
true, and my promise would be sacred — I have kept it,
I have returned to you. Glory, and if you were not
married I should make you my wife. I love you still,
as I always did love you. I've seen a sight of fine girls
since I left Mersea. There's more fish in the sea than
come out of it ; but I'm darned if I have seen a finer
anywhere, or more to my liking than you, Glory. You
were my first love, and the sight of you brings back
pleasant memories. The more I look at you now, the
more I feel inclined to wring that old prophet's neck
You are too good for such a chap as he ; you should

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liave waited for me. You bad promised, and might,
have had patience. But, Lord bless me ! how the girlg
do run after the men I Glory I I have seen the world
since I left Mersea, and I know more of it than I did.
I suppose you thought that as I was gone to Davy
Jones's locker you must catch whom you could.'

' George I * exclaimed Mehalah, * do not speak to me
thus. I cannot bear it. I know you are only talking
in this way to try me, and because you resent my
marriage. I promised once to be true to you. I gave
you my heart, and I have remained, and I will remain,
true to you ; my heart is yours, and I can never recover
it and give it to another/

* This is very fine and sentimental. Glory,' said
George ; * I've smelt powder and I know the colour of
blood. I've seen the world, and know what sentiment
is worth ; it is blank cartridge firing ; it breaks no
bones, but it makes a noise and a flash. I don't see
how you can call it keeping true to me when you marry
another man for his money/

* You are determined to drive me mad,' exclaimed
5lelialah. *Have mercy on me, my own George, my
only George ! I have loved and oufFered for you. God
can see into my heart, and knows how deeply it has been
cut, and how profusely it has bled for you. You must
spare me. I have thought of you. I have lived only
in a dream of you. The world without you has been
dead and blank. I have not had a moment of real joy
since your disappearance ; it seems to me as though a
century of torment had drawn its slow course since then.
No, George I I have married for nothing but to save
my self-respect. I was forced by that man, whom I

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377

will not nnnie uow, so liuteful and horrible .'d me is ilu^
thought of him — I was forced by him from my home
on the Ray to lodge under" his roof. He smoked my
motlier and me out of our house as if we wore foxes.
When he had me secure he drew a magician's circle
round me, and I could not break through it. My
cliaracter, my name were tarnished, there was nothing
for it but for me to marry him. . I did so, but I did so
under stipulations. I took his name, but I am not, and
never shall be, more to him than his wife in the register
of the parish. I have never loved him — I never
undertook to love him.'

'This is a queer state of things,' said George.
* Dashed if, in all my experience of life and of girls, I
came across anything similar, and I have seen something.
1 have not spent all my days in Mersea. I've been to
the West Indies. I've seen white girls, and yellow girls,
and brown girls, and copper-coloured girls, and black
ones — black an rotted seaweed. I have — they are all
much of a muchness, but this beats my experience.
You are not like others,'

* So he says ; he and I are alone in the world, and
alone can understand one another. Do you understand
me, George ? '

' I'm blessed if I do.'

She was silent. She was very unhappy. She did
not like his tone : there was an insincerity, a priggish -
ness about it which jarred with her reality and depth of
feeling. But she could not analyse what offended her.
She thought he was angry with her, and had assumed a
taunting air to cover his mortification.

She drew the medal from her bosom.

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; !

• Greorge I dear, clear George I ' she said vehemently^
•take the pledge again. I give it you with my whole
heart once more. I believe it saved you once, it may
save you again. At all events, it is a token to you that
mv heart is the same, that I care for and love none but
you in the whole wide world.'

He took it and suspended it round his neck.

' I will keep it for your sake,' he said ; * you may be
sure it will be treasured by me.'

' Keep it better than you did before.'

' Certainly I will. I shall value it inexpressiMy.'

' George ! ' she went on, trembling in all her limbs,
and rising to her feet. ' George ! my first and only
love ! as I give it you back now, I make you the same
promise that I made you before. I will love — love-
love you and you only, eternally. I swore then to be
true to you, and I have been true. Swear again to me
the same.'

' Certainly. I shall always love you, Glory I I'm
damned if it is possible for a fellow not to, you are so
handsome with those flashing eyes and glowing cheeks.
A follow must be made of ice not to love you.'

' Be true to me, as I to you.'

' To be sure I will, Glory ! ' and added in an under-
tone, ' rum sort of truth hers, to go and marry another
chap.'

* What is that you say, George ? '

' Take care. Glory 1 ' exclaimed the sailor ; * here
comes the old prophet with a pair of tongs over his
shoulder, staggering along the wall towards us. I had
better sheer off. He don't look amiable. Good-bye,
Glory 1'

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379

* Oh, George 1 I must see yoii agaiD.'

* 1 will come again. You will see me often enough.
Sailors can no more keep away from handsome girls
than bees from clover.*

* George, George I *

Elijah came up, his face black with passion.

* Mehalah 1 * he roared, as he swung his iron pincers.
She caught his wrist and disarmed him.

* I could bite you, and tear your flesh with my teeth,*
he raged. * All was so peaceful and beautiful, and then
he came from the dead and broke it into shivers.
AVhere are you ? ' He put out his hands to grasp her.

'Do not touch me! ' she cried, loathing in her voice.
' With my whole fouI I abhor you, you base coward.
You lied to me about George, a hateful lie that made
me mad, and yet the reality is almost as l3ad — it is
worse. He is alive and free, and I am bound, bound
hand and foot, to you.'

CHAPTER XXVIII.

timothy's tidings.

* Mehalah I* roared the wretched man, smiting at her
with both his clenched fists, and nearly precipitating
lumself into the mud, by missing his object, * Mehalah !
where are you ? Come near, and let me beat and kill
you.'

* Why are you angry, Elijah ? * asked the girl. ' The
man you betrayed to the pressgang has returned, are you
vexed at that ? *

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* Come near me,* he syioiited.

* You have gained your end, and may well be content
that he is alive. You have separated us forever; what
more could you desire ? His hopes and mine are alike
shattered by your act. You lied to me about his mad-
ness, but though that wickedness was not wrought to
which you pretended, you have done that which passes
forgiveness.'

' Where is he ? *

* He is gone. He would not meet you. He could
not deal the punishment you deserve on a blinded man.*

' You have been discussing me — the blinded man,*
raved Elijah. * Yes, you first blind me that I may not
see, and then you meet and intrigue with your old lover,
in security, knowing I cannot watch, and pursue, and
punish yoii.*

* Gro back to the house, Elijah. You are in no fit
temper to speak to on this subject.'

' Oh yes I go back and sit in the hall alone, whilst
you are with him — your George I No, Mehalah 1 I tell
you this. I will not be deceived. Though I be blind,
I can and will see and follow you. I will sell my soul
to the devil for twenty-four hours' vision, that I may
track and catch and crush your two heads together, and
trample the life out of you with my big iron-heeled
boots. Yon shall not see him, you shall never see him
again. Give me back my pincers, and I will make an
end of it all.'

'Elijah, you must trust me. I married you in self-
respect, and I shall never forge^. the respect I owe to
myself.'

* I cannot trust you,' he answered, ' because you are

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kre

just one of thn^e \vho-(> movements no o^^^^ can oalouhite.
I tell yon what, Mehalab. God made most fblkt? of clock-
work ynd stnck them on 'eir little plots of soil to spin
ronnd and rnn their course!?, like the fii>iires on nn Italian
barrel-organ. You look at Mer.sea island, that is the
board of such a contrivance, and on it are so many dolls ;
they twist about, and you know that if God turns t!;e
handle for ten minutes or for ten years, or for ten times
ten years, they will do exactly tlie same things inexactly
the same ways, just as He made them and set them to
«pin. But as He was making the dolls that were to twirl
and pirouette His breath got into some, and they are dif-
ferent from the rest. They don't go according to the
clockwork, ?.nd don't follow the circles of the machine,
as set agoing by the organ-handle. God himself can't
count on them, for they have tree wills, and His breath
is genius and independence in their he.irts. They go
where they list, and do what they will, they follow the
impulse of the breath of God within, and not the wires
that fasten them to the social mechanism. I do not
know what I may do, I do not know what you may do.
We have the breath of God in us. I am sure that you
have, and I am sure that I have ; but I know that there
is none in your mother, none in such as George De Witt.
The laws of the land and of religion are the slits in the
board on which the dolls dance, and they only move
along these slits ; but you and I, and such as have free
souls, go anywhere, and do anything. We have no law.
The wind blowetb where it listeth, and thou canst not
tell whence it cometh and whither itgoeth ; so is every-
one that is bom of the Spirit. I heard a preacher once
explain that text, and he said that the wind was the

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Spirit of God and it went where it willed, and so all
who were born of the ISpiiit followed their wills, and
there was neither right nor wrong to them, for they were
blown about, across and up and down, where others not
so born dare not step, and tliey never forfeited their son-
hhips whatever they did, tor it was not they, but the
divine will in them that drove them. Mehalah I you
are one with a free, headlong will, and how can f count
on what you will do ? There is no cut track along which
you must run. The puppets dance their rounds, but
you rush in and out and upset those that are in your
way. I am the same. You have seen and learned mv
way. Who could reckon on me ? I never mapped out
my course, but went on as 1 was impelled ; and so will
you. But be sure of this, Mehalah ! I shall not en-
dure your desertion of me. Beware how you meet and
gpeak to George De Witt again,'

* Elijah,' said the girl ; ' I give you only what I
promised you, my obedience, never expect more. Yoiu-
crooked co\;fses are not such as can gain respect, much
less regard. You say that you act on impulse, and
have not mapped your course. I do not believe you.
You have worked with a set purpose before you to get
rid of George, and obtain hold over me. Your purpose
was deliberate, your plans laid in cold blood. You
have got as much as you can get. You have obtained
some sort of control over me, but my soul is free, my
heart is fiee, and these you shall never bring into slavery.'

• I was ready half an hour ago to forgive you for
having blinded me, I cannot forgive you now. You
have done me a wicked WTong. You acted on impulse,
without purpose, you say. I do not beUeve it. There

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was set design and cold scheming in it all. You knew
that Q-eorge De Witt was not dead — or you thought he
might he yet alive and might return, so you dashed the
fireiuioe into mv eves to hlind thorn to what would
take place on his reappearance.'

*Thi8 is false!' exclaimed Mehalah indignantly.

* So is it false that I schemed and worked,' he t^aid.
* Do you not understand, Mehalah, that what we do, we
do for an end which we do not see? We act on the
spur of passion, and the acts link together, and make a
complete chain in the end. T did at the moment what
I thought must be done, and so it was brought about
that you became my wife. Yon acted as anger and
love inspired, and now I am made helpless, whilst you
sport with your lover. But T tell you, Mehalah, T will
not endure this. I don't care if you die and T die, but
parted we shall not be. You and I must find our
heaven in each other and nowhere else. Yoii are going
after wandering lights if you expect a port away from
ray heart. Wrecking lights attached to asses' heads.
He stamped and caught at her.

* My heart was given to George before I knew you,'
said G-lory sadly ; ' I have long known him, and we had
long been promised to each other. We had hoped to
be Tnarried this spring and then we should have been
happy, unspeakably happy. He has been true to me
and I will be true to him. We cannot now marry.
You have prevented that ; but we can still love one
another and be true to each other, and li^e in the
thought and confidence of the other. He trusts me
and r trust him. He is now bitterly distressed to find
that you have separated us, but in time he will Ije

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reconciled, and then it will be as of old, wlien I was
on the Ray. We shall see one another, and we shall
be true, loving friends, Imt nothing more ; nothing
more is possible. You have barred that.'

* Ts this your resolve?' he asked, turning livid with
.'nvj;er; even his lips a dead leaden tint.

* It is not a resolve, it is what must be. I must
love him, I cannot help it. We must see each other.
We can never be man and wife, that you have suc-
ceeded in preventing, and for that T shall never forgive
you. But I V7ill not be false to my oath. T Avill still
serve you, and T will cherish you in your wretchedness
and blindness.'

*This will not do,' he cried. *My whole nature,
my entire soul, cries out and hungers for you, for your
nature, for your soul. I must have your whole being
as mine, I will not be master of a divided Grloryl
allegiance here, love there, cold obedience to me and
gushing devotion to him. The thought is unendura])l(\
God I ' he burst forth in an agony, * why did I not
take you in my arms when the Ray house was burning,
and spring with you into the flames and hold you there
in the yellow wavering tongue of fire, till we melted
into one lump ? Then we should both have been at
peace now, both in one, and happy in our unity.* He
strode up and down, with his head down.

* Mehalah I have you seen water poured on lime ?
What a fume and boiling takes place, the two fight
together which shall obtain the mastery, but neither
gets it all its own way in the end, but one enters into
and penetrates every pore of the other, and the heat
and. the steam only continue till every pan of one ia

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I not
urn in ^,
u there
melted
»een at
l» He

lime ?
fi{>ht
leither
rs into
e heat
cue ia

impregnated with the other. You and I are mixing
like water and lime, and -ve rage and smoke, but there
is peace at the end, in view, when we are infused tho
one into the other, when it is neither I nor you, but
one being. The mixture must be complete some day,
in this lik^ or the next; and then we shall clot into
one hard rock, imperishable and indivisible.'

'Elijah! try to take interest in something else;
think of something beside me. I can be nothing more
to you than what I am, so rest contented with what
you have got, and turn your thoughts to your farm, or
anything else.*

' I cannot do it, Mehalah. I put a little plant once
in a pot and filled the vessel with rich mould, and the
plant grew and at last broke the pot into a hundred
pieces, and I found within a dense mat of fibres ; the
root had eaten up and displaced all the soil and swelled
till it rent the vessel. It has been so with my love of
you. It got planted, how I know not, in my heart, and
it has thrown its roots through the whole chamber, and
devoured all the substance, and woven a net of fibres in
and out and up and down, and has swelled and is thrust-
ing against the walls, till there is scarce love there any
more but horrible, biting, wearing pain. I cannot kill
the plant and pluck it out, or it will leave a great void.
I must let it grow till it has broken up the vessel. It
grows and makes root, but will not flower. There has
been scarce leaf, certainly no blossom, to my love. It
is all downward, inward, clogging, bursting tangle of
fibre. Can you say it is so with you ? You cannot.
Your care for that fool George is but a slip struck in
that may root or not, that must be nursed or it will

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S86

MEHALAH.

wither. Tear it up and cast it away. It is not worthy
of you. George is a simple fool. I know liim. A clown
without a soul. Why, Glory I there are none hereabouts
with souls but you and rae. Your mother has none,
Mrs. De Witt has none, Abraham has none. They can't
understand the ways and workings of those that have
Bouls. They are bodies, ruled by bodily wants, and look
at all things out of bodily eyes, and interpret by bodily
instincts all things done by those spiritually above them.
But you understand me, and I understand you. Soul
speaks to soul. IVe heard a preacher say that once on a
time the sons of God went in unto the daughters of men,
and what they begat of them were cursed of heaven.
That means that men with souls married vulgar women
with only instincts and appetites, and such unions are
unnatural. The sons of God must marry the daughters
of God, and leave the animal men and women to pig
together and breed listless, dull-eyed, muddle-headed,
dough-hearted, scandal-mongering generations. The
curse of God would have rested upon you if you had
married George De Witt. I have saved you from that.
You have mated with your equal.'

*What happiness, what blessing has attended our
~union ? ' she asked bitterly ,

* None, he replied, * because j ou oppose your will to
the inevitable. We must be united entirely, and blended
into one, but you resist, and so misery ensues. I am
blinded and wretched, and you, you '

* I am wretched also,' she said ; * but stay I here
comes someone to speak to us.'

^ * Who is it?'

*' I do not know exactly. A young man who oame
here one day with Phoebe Musset«*

worthy
i clowu
jabouts
i noue,
jy can't
it have
ad look
bodily
B them.
. Soul
ice on a
ofmen,
beaven.
women
Lons are
ughter.s
to pi^'
leaded,
The
ou had
n that.

ed our

will to
lended
I am

I here

«ame

TIMOTHY'S TIDINM.

387

* What does he want with U8? I will have no young
men coming here.*

The person who appronohed was Timothy Spark,
cousin ' to Admonition Pettican. He was dressed in a
new suit of mourning. He lounged along the sea-wall
with his hands in his pockets.

* Your servant, master,' he said to Elijah as he came
up. * Your most devoted servant,' he added with a bow
to Mehalah, and a simper. * Charmed to see my dear
and beautiful cousin so well.'

* Cousin I' exclaimed Rebow, stepping back and
frowning.

* Certainly, certainly,* said Timothy. * I am cousin
to Admonition, wife, or rather let me say widow of the
late lamented Charles Pettican, and he was first cousin
to Mrs. Sharland, so my pretty cousin Mehalah will not,
I am sure, deny the relationship. Let me offer you an
arm,* he wedged his way between Rebow and Glory.

* First cousin once and a half removed,' he said.
*Drop the fractions and say cousin, broadly. Certainly,
certainly so. Is it not so, my dear ? ' In an undertone
and aside to Mehalah. *Let us drop the old fellow
behind. I have a word to say in your ear, cousin
Mehalah ! By tlie way, how do you shorten that long
name ? It is such a mouthful. But I forget, where is
my memory going? Glory is the name you go by
among relatives and friends. Come along. Glory I Lean
on my arm. T* ^ blind gentleman is a little unsteady
on his pins and can't keep up with us. He will be more
comfortable taking his airing slowly by himself; wa
shall distract him with om* frolicsome talk. He is in a
serious mood, perhaps pious.'.

h '

388

WKHAUir.

!l:::

Claries Pettioan ?• '"' ''"' J'"" ^"> "''"ut /«/«

ID hot toddy.' " ''nnk'ng down her grief

.ith'inv!'''"'" ^««-» «'-dI' exclain^ed Mehalah

»nd then it -JJ:,^^^,"''"''^'^ "'" ^''»''''
t-ately. be had made h J J ' '^™ !° » r»P- ^'-
ann yet, my p,.e(t,. c„,„;„ v ''*'''-'"' '"ken my

will oontinul I 4t "r "; ^°V^«n't? well then. [

vailed, and he made t will if ^"" '"^ '"""^""'^ P^-
-ho had really bee^ W e^t "10:7: ^ ''?^°"'-«''".
inconsiderate towards uZ f^!^''^"^""y^«if,m<l

'""ger. He threw h m ?£ ' ot "' ^ ""'"^^ '' """"•
'"m I relied on his^r^Hf ^ »y honour, and I told
'"gether. Admon onC had" ^» P"' ""^ ''-'<'»
a hundred pounds. My fLn p^ ? ' ^''^ *^^*' °°'''
IWendship, has kindlf t ''"'''*'' ''' "^"ken of my

bered ^-a^d^'^Kh S^:^"""'"^'^' ^^'"--

hequeathed to my eood Z\ v. '"■"I'*'"'^ ''« has

hardly say that thiCrr." ^"''' "^^"'y- ^ "^ed

Admonition a« it must he^lfu " X' r"^''™* *°

>t on herself. She should wu •^^'"«'"t'on brought

place mo; I am not a ll""* '• ''"''"''*«<^ *« ^i-
diapensedwithatplea^u^ L ™'«portant as to be
from the shock anrmortifit^r""*"" '"""■°' '^-^r
Wyvenhoe, venting it rfan"' ""'^ ^ '«« ^^^ at

'ate lamented. ShVltd m^a'dZ "'d V ^^^^ *° "'«

aance, and him she treated

TIMOTHY'S TIDINOa

389

Klij.ih
»out l(Uc

motliy ;
er grief

lehalab

* rather

vitals,
For-
fen my
^hen, I
ce pre-
nition,
If, and

ranch
r toM

beails

! only

f my

nem-

i had

need

86 to

ught

dis-

■>ver

the

ted

like a pnlley-slave, so that she baa got her deserta. I
faw that sho was carryinpf it on a little too tar lor the
endurance of Charles, go I had a talk with bim on the
mutter, and offered to help him in the management of
bi» affairs for a trifling (salary, and he was good enough
to see how advantageoufl it would be to bim to have me
as a friend and adviser ; so we put our beads together,
and then Admonition tried to bundle me out of the
liouse, and much to her surprise learned that I was
aR securely installed therein as herself. I was private
secretary and accountant to Charles, and cousin Admo-
nition bad to knuckle under then. Curiously enough,
she bad picked up another cousin about that time, one
I had never beard of before in my life, and she wanted
to bring bim into the house in my place ; I did not
allow that game to be played. I kept my berth, and
Admonition was in a pretty temper about it, you
may be sure. How Charles chuckled 1 He enjoyed it.
Upon my word I believe be chuckles in bis grave
to think how be has done Admonition in the end ;
and be smirks doubtless to consider also how he has
served me.*

' What has be left M >balah ? ' asked Rebow surlily.

* I cannot tell you exactly, but I suspect about two
hundred and fifty to three hundred pounds a year ; a
nice little fortune, and dropping in very unexpectedly,
I presume. I am executor, and shall have the choicest
pleasure in explaining all to my sweet cousin. Is it not
near about your dinner-time ? *

*Yes.'

' Then I don*t mind picking a bone and drinking
a glass with you. The drive is long from Wyveuhoe,

111

III.

S90

HEHALAH,

You happen perhaps to have a &pare room in the
house ? '

No answer was given to this question.

'Because I have brought over my little traps. I

thought it best. We can talk over matters, and I will

show you what the amount of property is that Charles

.has left. I have the will with me, it is not proved yet.

I shall do that shortly.'

'There's an inn at Salcott. The "Rising^ Sun."
You can go there. We do not take in strangers.'

' Certainly, certainly I only you see,' touching Elijah
knowingly in the ribs, ' I'm not a stranger, but a friend
and relative of the family, a cousin ; you understand, a
cousin, and ready to make myself agreeable to one,' with
a bow to Mehalah, ' and useful to the other,' with a tap
on Rebow's arm.

' You can settle all you have to say on business in
an hoar if you stick to it, and then you can be gone,'
said Elijah in ill-temper, withdrawing his arm from the
familiar touch.

* Certainly, certainly,' said Timothy, « But then, I
must call again, and yet again, always I am sure, with in-
creasing pleasure, but still at some inconvenience to my-
self. I thought I might just settle in here, you might
give me a shake-down in any nook, and I would make
myself a most invaluable member of the family. You,
old gentleman, with your affliction, waut an overlooker
to the farm, and who could serve your purpose better
than myself, a friend and a relation, a cousin, almost
first cousin, with just a remove or so between, not
worth particularising. I could devote my time to your
affairs ^*

TIMOTUY'3 TIDINGS.

391

Sun."

* I don't want you. I will not have you I * exclaimed
Rebow angrily. ' Why have you come here, you
meddling puppy ? Did I ask you to come ? Did
Mehalah want you ? I know you and your ways. You
got into Pettican's house hanging on to the skirts of
bis wife, and then made mischief between man and
wife ; and now you come here to play the Hame game ;
you come because I am blind and helpless, and sneak-
ing behind my Glory ; you want to steal in to play the
fool with her and set us one against the other. We want
none of you here. We are not so tender together that
we desire another element of discord to enter into t)ie
jangled olash of bells. Be off with you. As for the
matter of Mehalah's inheritance, the lawyers shall com-
municate with us, and between you and her, I will
not have you set your foot inside my house.'

' Stay,' said Glory ; ' I must know if this be really
true. Am 1 really inheritor of such a fortune ? '
'I have the will in my pocket.* /

* Show it me.'

Timothy produced the document and read it to
Elijah and Mehalah. Both drew near.

* Let me see it I ' said Rebow vehemently, and
grasped at the paper with nervous hand.

* My good friend,' remarked Timothy patronisingly ;
* the state of your eyes, if I mistake not, will pre\ cut
your being able to read it.'

* I must feel it then,'

He grasped it fiercely and in a moment tore it
with his hands, and then, biting the fragments, rent it
further and further.

392

HEHALAH.

* For heaven's sake 1 ' exclaimed the young man in
dismay.

' Ha ! Glory I Did you suppose you were to be made
independent of me ? Did you think I would let you
get a fortune of your own, to emancipate yea from me?
That you might go off with it, ana enjoy it along with
your G-eorge De Witt ? *

He dashed the tatters about him.

* You mad fool ! ' exclaimed Timothy Spark, * Do
you suppose that by such a scurvy trick as this you will
despoil my pretty cousin of her money, and perliaps of
her liberty ? '

' I have done it,* shouted Rebow wrathfuUy. * You
cannot make the will whole, I have chewed and
swallowed portions, and others the winds have taken
into the sea.'

* Indeed 1 ' said Timothy. * Do you suppose that
this is the original ? Of course not. It is an authenti-
cated copy. The original will is left with Morrell the
lawyer, and this is but a transcript.'

Rebow gnashed his teeth.

' It seems to me,' said Timothy, * that after all I
shall be called upon to step in between husband and
wife, and to protect my pretty dark-eyed, rosy-lipped
cousin. I am sure you have a spare room where I can
have a shake-down.'

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let you

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SOS

CHAPTER XXIX.

"■ ' i'.Ml'TATlOK. ^

Elijah Kebow sank into a sullen iierce silence. Ife
scarcely stirred from the house except to the forge,
where he gioped among the dead ashes for the iron
ring, which however he never found. He sat in his
hall, smoking, his elbows on the arms of his chair, his
head sunk on his breast, with his dull eyes on the floor.
He seemed brooding over something, which occupied
all his thoughts, and he rarely spoke. ^;

There had been little difficulty in getting rid of
Timothy, He lingered a day or two about Salcott and
Red Hall, but as he met with angry repulse from
Rebow, and no encouragement from Mehalah, he
abandoned the ground as unproductive. He was an
idle, good-for-nothing young man, hating work, and
when he was obliged to leave comfortable quarters at
Wyvenhoe, hoped to settle himself into a similar posi-
tion at Salcott. He was conceited, and fancied himself
able to make conquests when he liked, and never for a
moment doubted that his looks and address would have
ingratiated him with Mehalah, and won him a lodgment
in the house. He had been hovering about Phoeb3
Musset for some time, as she was thought to have
money. Her parents had no other child, and the farm
and shop would have suited him. When he met with
a rebuff at Red ^all he betook himself to Mersea,
and was much surprised to be received there with cold-
ness where he had expected warmth. The reason was

304

MKHALAR.

1 h}it Q-eorge De Witt had retuined, a sailor in the Royal
Navy, covered with glory accordkigf to his own account^
and Phoehe wes more disposed to set her cap at him
than flirt with the shore-loafer, Timothy Spark.

A&rlVEebalah was orossiri'x the farmyard one day, old
Abraham Dowsing stopped her.

' I want to speak along of you,' he said in his un-
couth, abrupt manner. * What does the master mean
by his goings on ? I saw him to-day after his dinner
sitting with the great knife in his hand. The door was
open and I was at the bottom of the steps, and I looked
up, and there he was making stabs with it into the air.
Then he got up, and holding the knife behind him, he
crept over towards your mother's leather- backed chair.
I seed him feel at it, and when he did touch it, then
there came a wild look over his face, and he out with
the carving knife, quick as thought, and he clutched
tbe back of the chair with his left, and dug the blade
right into the leather, and it came through at the back.
You look next time you go into the hall. I guess he's
going as his brotbt^i did.'

* Going out of his mind, Abraham ? '

* Yes, I reckon. What else does it all mean ? It ii
either that, or there is something that deadly angers him.'

He looked with a cunning covert glance at her.

* It is not that these matters concern me, over much,
but I don't want to change places in my old age. I'm
comfortable enough here. 1 gets my wittles regular,
and my swipes of ale. Take care of yourself. Mistress.
Tve heard as how the master got somebody pressed
when he was in the way, — there's a tale about it abroad.
He won't stand that party about here much, and I
wouldn't adwise the encouragement of him.'

TmrFTATTON.

^n.'

the Royal

1 account,

ip at him

B day, old

in his un-
ster mean
is dinner
s door was
i I looked
o the air.
i him, he
ced chair,
h it, then
out with
clutched
:he blade
the back.
uesA he'f

1? Itis

^ers him,'

her.

er much,

re. I'm
regular,

Vlistress.
pressed
abroad,
and I

* Oeorge De Witt is my friend. He may come when
he likes,' said Mehalah gravely. *■ He and I have
known one another since we were children, and my
marriage need not destroy an old friendship.'

* I mentioned no names,' said the old man. * You
can't say I did. One thing I be sure of. Whenever
somebody comes here, the master knows it ; he knows
it by a sort of instinct, I fancy. I see him at the head
of the steps looking out as though he could see, and
biting at the air, just as a mad dog snaps at everything
and nothing.'

'There is George I' suddenly exclaimed Mehalah,
as she saw the young sailor's figure rise on the sea-wall.

'And there is the master,' muttered Abraham,
pointing to Elijah, who appeared at his door, peering
about, and holding his hand to his ear.

Mehalah hesitated a moment, and then went up the
steps to him.

* Do you want to come down ? ' she asked ; * shall I
lead you ? '

* Yes, help me.' He clutched her hand by the wrist
and came out and stood on the stair. Then he grasped
her shoulder with the other hand, and he began to shake
and twist her.

She could see into his heart as into clear water,
to the ugly snags and creeping things at the bottom.
She saw that the temptation had come on him to fling
her down : but she saw also that it was immediately
overcome. He knew she read his thoughts. 'The
height is not much,' he muttered ; ' you might sprain
an ankle but not break your neck. I will not hurt you,
do not fear. Hurt you I Good God ! I would not hurt
not give you one moment's pain, I would bear

you,

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Which 18 not won bv a fio-),*. j "^®''® " °o Peace
I'-k-; He drew her in ^ 1 7""''- ^«' «« ^o
P;«s«io„ flickered over h,s 1 ^^ * ^^^^O"" ex-
"Jumination over dead fish ' '"'' Pho«Phoresceut

^■■"i"';r^r■:r°r^,^^f'ah,,o...^^^

«^e«, you are drenching Z 'i^., '^' ^'^^J^oe in ,ny
I 'eel it gnawing and^in'?' "■"*, '"■''■° « vitriol,

endure that ao-onv w ^ ^"^ot, I v^ill nor

JJe^c.,e,howX^,Xf-- *''^"°^' ^-P "^
the b ast ? Water is thrown on if ? ^^'"° '»f'»-«
<"•«. ;t only intensifies its heat Tf ^? •l"^"'''""^ ">«
cracks on all sides and tl e^l t' t *' '^'"^ '»««'
and knives of flanie. It uTl^Z "^""^ ""' '" «Pi^-
»'«'•«•• He smote his breas an^Ti T'' '^'> &^^ i'
«f g, panting, whiten ! £nS" '" '^'''"- '^' "
- 1 bre.k out on all sidet Wh fhl' '"' "' '''^* " '
into vehemence ? ft is ' ^^° '" "''"wing the fife

He gathered him eTf „"7r"~^°" •"
fl'ough to spring on her an^' It' " r"""""^ ''^'"t. «»
^he stepped hack beyond btsSf^ " '"' '"«'' ^"'

-d act''lITmrr„'"^'''^ ''■■■''• '^-"^ -^-^ > 'you speak

TEMPTATION.

397

^r for on«
is no way
' no peace
3t me g-o
cious ex-
horesceut

yon are
e in my
1 vitriol,
^ning as
charred

e asked.
nil not,
leap in
before
ng- the
f mass
n spits
fire is
'It is
ast it
e fire

3t, as
but

)eak

>ne,*
lave

money — as much as you want ; now you will shake me
off. Now you will desert the man who stood between
you and your fool. You will go off with him and forget
me. It shall not be.' He clutched his hands into his
sides. ' It never shall be.'

* I will not listen to this. I will not endure suoh
words,' she exclaimed. * Remain here and cool.' Then
she left the room, and, walking across the pasture to
the landing-place, extended her hand with a smile to
George, It was a relief to her to be away for a while
from the gloom and savagery of the man to whom she
was bound for life. In her simplicity and guilelessness
she would not believe that there was any wrong in meet-
ing the friend of her childhood, her almost brother.
She needed some light on her sad life, and the light
shone from him.

* My dear Grlory ' he said, * I am delighted to see you.
What a colour there is in your cheeks. Has tlie prophet
been in his frenzies again ? I fear so. You must not
allow it. You should not endure it.'

*How can I help it, Greorge? it is the man's nature
to rave ; he has it in his blood. I almost fear he will
go mad like his poor brother.'

' The sooner the better.'

* Do not say that. You do not know how dreadful
was the condition of that miserable wretch.'

' I do say it, G-lory, dearest I I say it, because the
sooner you are freed from this tyranny and torture, the
better for both of us.*

' How so y

* Glory, dear ! is it true that you have been left a
small fortune ? '

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398

MEHALAH.

y they briag in someTS£2''''«t '**"''""''^ ^'f*.
a year. Sometimes it mav 1.1 , * '"""^'■^'' Pounda
more.' . """^ be less, sometimes perbap!

•EnJ;:,;?'""'"«^'"'-'-'telyyourowar
J^es, altogether • ev^n lm- ,

i>av:2^„1r^^'«-^«'tothmkhowbappy.em..Lt
'We may be, Glory.'

-yCttiVrat'atr"^- "—re
""d to hear you talk ^T.^^'J^'Z'' *<> n>eto,eeyou

dreams of hajpiness!' ' ^'""^ »' "" <J''y« and rfd

jave;a!;ss:x"r---'--.i^' ■

We bought a little house ar.75 T^l"^' ^^« '"ight
the other end of EnSt T m"^""' *''^^''«^e,\t
hked, away from allS ,t ° f""'' »' '^""^^ you

'I had no uBly "!1 -^ '"''' '"«'"«"es.' '
sorrowfully. ^'' '"*""'"«« « the old days,' she said

'I suppose not. But »«., i,
how delightful it would be to Jrt"r ^^^ ^lory,
a^vay like a bad dream ^UhTf ^l^orrible palt

pressed
oaemorj

JMto the service, to
though

1 • ^« _

'9 to now-- to

past from when

I was

arop it all out of

---w«„,^ as enough it nAi'«r »,«j 1. ^'"i'^auou
the »tor, of life lorn ;h::i:teX&"*''^**^«

TRMPTATTON.

899

txiduey in
can's life,
<^ pounds
* perhaps

b it.

like.*

3 mi<>ht

o more
lee you
ad old

might
night
•re, at
J you

said

oryf
past

was
ttof

• Oh, Georg;e 1 ' She trembled and gave one great
8<>b, that shook her.

* How we should live to one another, live in one
another, and love one another. Why, Glory 1 we should
not care for any others to come and disturb us, we
should be so happy *

She covered her face.

• On three hundred a year,* he went on. • That is a
beautiful sum. I suppose you need not live here on it :
you might live where you liked oh the money. It is
not laid out on land in Wy venhoe ? '

'No, no.'

*You might take, let us suppose, a cottage by
Plymouth Harbour. I have been there ; it is a lovely
spot, where you would see ships of all sorts sailing by ;
and just draw your money and live at ease.'

'I suppose so.' ;

* And nobody there would know you, whence you
came, and what your history. They would not care to
ask. That would be a new life, and in it all the past
would be forgotten.'

' Why do you talk like this to me, George ? I can-
not bear it. You raise pictures before me whicli never
can exist. All I want is to live on here in my sorrow
and difficulties, and just now and then to see you and
talk to you, and thus to get refreshed and go back to
my duties again with a lighter heart, and strengthened
to bear my burden.'

' I do not understand what you mean by duties,' he
said. ' You have told me more than once that you
have only formally taken Elijah Rebow as a husband,
but that he is nothing to you in reality, you do nut

400

MEHALAH.

■^

i !

I 1

love him, and have no tie to bind yon to liim save the
farc« you went through with him in church.*

• There is another,' said Mehalah in a faint tone.

' What other ? What other can there be 'r You do
not look on him as your husband, do you ? *

• No I do not, and I never will.' ^
' You do not even wear a wedding; ring.*

*No.'

• He understood that he was to be repfavded by you
in no other light than as one who gave his name to you
in consideration for some service.*

• That was all.'

*Then I cannot see that you are not free. You
promised to be my wife, quite as solemnly as you have
promised anytliing to Elijah, and you made your agree-
ment with him on the supposition that I was dead.
He knew he was deceiving you, and that I was alive to
claim the fulfilment oi your oath to me. He got your
• promise from you under false representations, and it
cannot stand. You did not know how matters stood,
or you would never hnve taken it.*

' Never, never ! '

• Through all, you say, you have held true to me.'

• Indeed I have, George.'

• Then Crlory, my dearest, our course is quite clear.
You are not bound to this man, but you are bound to
me. Your tie to him is worthless and is snapped ;
your tie to me is strong and liolds. I insist on the
fulfilment, I have a right to do so. I must have you
as my own. Come away with me. Come to any pai t
of England, where you will, where we are not known,
where our names have never been heard, and we will

i .n i«»» ii ii^«1W»fW

I J'ave the

tone.
You do

TEMPTATION.

401

by you
J to you

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agree-
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live to
t your
and it
stood,

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clear,
ad to
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you
pait
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will

be properly married in a churcb, and live tojijethcr
Iiappily the rest of our lives. A8 for your mother, she
Ih failing fast. I will wait till her death, or we can
take her away at once with us.'

* Oh, George, George 1 ' jNlehalah's tones were those
of one in acute pain. She tlimg herself on the ground
at his feet, and clasped her hands on her brow.

He looked at her with some surprise : * This will be
change for the better. You will escape out of dark-
ness into sunshine, and leave all your miseries in this
hateful marsh behind your back.'

* George I George I ' she moaned.

* Elijah deserves not a thought,' he went on, * He
has behaved like a villain from beginning to end, and
if he is served out now, no one will pity him.'

* It is impossible, George ! ' exclaimed Mehalah, lift^
ing herself on her knees and holding her knitted fingers
against her heart. * It cannot be, George. It never
can be. There is another tie that I cannot break.'

* What tie?'

* I .must own it, though it steep me in shame. It
was I, George, who blinded him, I in mad fear and anger
mingled, not knowing what I did, poured the vitriol
over his eyes.'

George De Witt drew back from her.

'Glory I how dreadful 1 '

' It is dreadful, but it was done without premedita-
tion. He had iL^e in his arms and told mo what he had done
to you — ' she correctec' herself — ' what he pretended he
had done to you, and then he tried to kiss me, and in a
moment of loathing and effort to escape I did the deed.
I did not know what was in the bottle. I did not know
what I laid hold of.'

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402

WRTTAUff.

you-' . "^ ^°"' ^ «<« not understand

' I suppose you do not,' she fl«iH „•*•
jou must see this, Georw r T ' T " • '"'" '•>'■*

^''e him a he,p,e;s<:Xedeper;en '"''*' ''•°' """
'*. and I must atone for it r ? " "^ ""*• ^ '^^d

«°ndition, and I must exLe w^*" ''''" ■»'<' ^hU
Wm to bear the afflictW ' ''^' ' '^'^ "^ <=«'?*"«
'He exasperated you.'
'ee. but think what li« j
to^ the wreck into port Jil'"^' » '"'°^- ' must

-nnot leavehim.iCebro^ITth'"' "''" '"' *'' '
must bear it.' ^''' *''" °u myselt; and I

' Cr'OTy I what nonsei'e t v«„ j .
would at once come awly with "1 "?*, ''"'* ""« "' y""
ftt*;^ He has richly deTerl^ i^' ' """ '^'^* "«" *» ''i' ■

you do^faVthTt l"do?'lhat'- ;^'''<*«'>'-S«'howc.„

of you, lived foryou it w'L T.' '"'" y°»' '''^''"''^
without a sun.' ^ ''°'^'^ '""^out you ig a >7orld

'Then come with me.'
' I cannot do it r i,„ j

lou will not. Harkt' a'u
from West Mersea church Lw. ""' "^ "'"'•y hells
'There is a wedding t It T^'r''* T' *''« -"»-. .
«»fag pealed in honour oflt nf.';.''"f *''^ ''«"' »'«
you were married ? • ~ *"* '^"' Peal when

'No.'

TEMPTATION.

403

^n.'

* It cannot, it cannot })e. Georpfft I do not tempt
and torture me. I must not leave Klijah. I have linked
my tiite to his by my own mad act, and that cannot be
undone. Oh, George ! if it had not been for that, I might
have lifltened to you and followed you ; for 1 am not, and
never will be his ; but now I cannot desert him in hlfi
darkness and despair. I could not be happy with you
if I were to leave him.'

* This is too bad of you,' vsaid the young man angrily.

* Yo'i are to me an incomprehensible girl.'

* Can we not live on as we are at present, true to each
other yet separated ? *

* No, we cannot. It is not in natura I will tell you
what. Glory 1 If you do not come away with me and
marry me, I will marry someone else. There are more
fish in the sea than come out of it.'

She rose to her feet and stood back, and looked at
him witli wide open eyes. * George, this is a cruel jeat.
It should not be uttered.'

* It is no jest, but sober earnest,* he answered pullenly,

* Glory I I don't see why I should not marry as well as
you.'

* Oh, George ! George I do not speak to me in this
way. I have been true to you, and you have promised
to be true to me.'

, ' Conditionally,' he interjected.

* You cotlld not do it. You could not take another
woman to your heart. George I you talk of impossi-
bilities.'

' Indeed I Do you think that another girl would not
have me ? If so, you are mistaken.*

* You could not do it.' she persisted. * If you were

ill

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404

MEHALAH.

Villi

to, H would not be the George I knew and loved and
lost, but anotlier. The George I knew and loved and
lost was true to me as I to him ; he could no more take
another to his heart than can I.*

* But you have, Glory.'

* I have not. Elijah sits nowhere near my heart.'

* I do not believe it. If he did not, you would shake
him oflP without another thought and follow me.*

' Do you not see,' she cried passionately, holding out
both her palms, and trembling with her vehemence,
* that I cannot. I by my own act have made him help-
less, and would you have me desert him in his helpless-
ness ? I cannot do it. There is something in here, in
my bosom, I know not what it is, but it will not let
me. If I were to go against that I should never be at
ease.*

* You are not at ease now.'

* That would be different. I have my sorrow now,
but my distress then would be of another sort and
utterly unendurable. I cannot explain myself. George I
you ought to understand me. If I were to say these
words to Elijah he would see through my heart at once,
and all the thoughts in it would be visible to him as
painted figures in a church window. To you they seem
all broken and jumbled and meaningless.'

'I tell you again. Glory, I do not understand you.
Perhaps it is as well that we should five apart. I
hate to have a knot in my hands I can't untie. If
Elijah understands you, keep to him. I shall look for
a mate elsewhere.'

'George I' she said plaintively, *You are angry
and offended. I am sorry for it. I will do anything

■ TEMPTATION.

405

for you. True to you I must and will remain, but
I will not leave Elijah and follow you. I could not
doit.'

* Very well then, I shall look for a wife elsewhere.*

* You cannot do it,* she said.

* Can I not ? * echoed George De Witt with a laugh ;
* I rather believe there is a nice girl at Mersea who
only wants to be asked to jump into my arms. It seems
to me that I owe her reparation for your treatment of
her once on my boat.*

'What!'

*Now, Glory I let us underatand one another. If
you will run off with me — aii"^, I see nothing but some
silly sentiment to hinder you — ^then we will be married
and live happily together on your little fortune and my
pension and what I can pick up.*

She shook her head.

' If you wiP. not, why then, I shall I'o straight from
here to Phoebe Musset, and ask her to be my wife;
and you may take my word for it that in three weeks
the bells that are now pealing from Mersea tower will
be pealing again for us.'

* You could not do it.' * *

* Indeed I will. I shall go direct to her. My mother
wishes it and I know that Phoebe is ready with her
yes.' ^ ^

' You can take her, her, to your heart ? *
' Delighted to do so.*

' Then, George 1 I never knew you, I never under
stood you.*

* I dare say not, no mf^ve than I can understand you.
Once again, will you come with me ? '

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406

MEHALAH.

' Xo, r.ever.*

' You never loved me. I shall ^o to Phoebe and
have done with Glory.'

She lifted her hand ft to heaven, pressed them to her
heart, and then ran with extended arms back to Red
Hall, stumbling and recovering herself, and fluttering
on, still with arms outstretched, like a wounded bird
trying to rise but unable, seeking a covert where it may
hide its head and die.

CHAPTER XXX.

TO WEDDING BELLS.

She ran on. Red Hall was before her. The sun had
set, and scarlet, amber, and amethyst were the tints
of the sky, blotted by the great bulk of the old house
standing up alone against the horizon.

She ran on, and the wedding bells of Mersea ^i^eple
chanted joyously in the summer evening air. aiui the
notes flew over the flats like melodious wildfowl.

She ran up the steps, in at the door of the hall,
where sat Elijah with his finger feeling the inscription
on the chimney-piece, with the red light glaring through
the ^yesteru window on his forehead, staining it crimson.

She cast herself at his feet ; she placed her elbows
on his knees, and laid her head upon them. Dimly he
saw the scarlet cap like a broken poppy droop and fall
before him, he put out his hand and it rested upon it.

TO wi':ddin(^ bki,l«i.

407

She had come to him, to the only heart that was
constant, that was not to be shaken and moved from its
anchorage ; to the only soul that answered to her own,
to the only mind that read her thoughts. The George
of her fancy, the ideal of truth and steadfastness, was
dissolved, and had disappeared leaving a mean vulgar
object behind from which she shrank. To him whom
she had hated, with whom she had fought and against
whom she had stiffened her back, she now flew as her
only support, her only anchorage.

She could not speak, her thoughts chased through
her head in wild disorder like the clouds when there
are cross currents in the sky.

Now and then a spasmodic sob broke from her and
ehook her.

' What is the matter, Mehalah ? Where have you
been ? *

8he did not answer. She could not. She was
choking. Perhaps she did not hear him, or hearing did
not understand the import of his words.

She saw only the falling to pieces into dust of an
idol. Better had George died, and she had lived on
looking upon him as her ideal of manhood, noble,
straightforward, touthful, constant. She would have
been content to drudge on in her weary life at Red
Hall and would have borne Elijah's humours and her
mother's fretfiilness, without a hope herself, if only she
might still have maintained intact her image of all
that was honourable and steadfast. She could not bear
the revulsion of feeling. She was like a religionist
whO| on lifting the purple veil of the sanctuary, hag

I !

408

MEHATAff.

found his God, hofore whom he had offered libations
and prayers, to be some grovelli::^ beast.

* Where have you been ? ' again asked Elijah placing
his hands on her shoulders.

She raised her head, and gasped for breath, she
essayed to speak but could not.

' Why do you not answer me ? ' he asked, not with
fierceness in his tone, but with iron resolve.

* Mehalah I ' he said firmly, solemnly. * There have
passed many days since Greorge De Witt returned, and
since Charles Pettican's bequest has rendered you in-
dependent of me. I have waited, and wanted to hold
you, as I hold you now, firmly, fast in my strong handsi
You feel them on your shoulders. 'They shall never let
go. Now that I hold I shall hold fast. Mehalah 1 we
have old scores to wipe out. Days and weeks of blind
agony in me, hours, days of horrible internal torture
whilst George De Witt has been here. I hold you now
and all must now be made square between us.'

She tried to raise her hands, but he held her
shoulders so tightly she could not move them.

' Elijah I ' she said, ' do with me what you will. It
is all one to me.'

' Where have you been ? with whom have you
been?'

'1 have been with him.*

' I knew it. You shall never be with him again.'

8he sighed. She knew that he spoke truly. Never
could she see him again, in the old light ; she never
could meet him again on the old footing.

' Mehalah ! ' he went on, and his hands shook, and
shook her ; * I have loved you ; but now- I hate and

II 1

TO WEDPTXO BELLS.

409

love you at the same time. You liave caused me to
suffer tortures, the like of which I could not supposo it
possible any man could have endured, and have lived.
You little knew and less cared what I endured in my
eyes when they were burnt out. You little know and
less care what I have endured in my soul since Georg-e
De Witt has been back.*

' Elijah,' she said raising her heavy head, ' let me
Bpeak. George *

' No never,' he interrupted, • never shall you utter
his name again.* He covered her mouth with his
hand.

* No, I could not bear it,* he went on. * Mehalah 1
your heart has never been mine, and I will not endure
to be longer without it. Could you come to my breast
and let my arms lap round you and our hearts beat
against each other*8 bosom, and glue your lips to mine ?
No, no,' he answered himself. 'Not now, I cannot
expect it. He has stood in my path, he has risen out
of the waters to part us. Whilst we are on the earth
^e cannot be united, because he intercepts the current
which runs from my heart to yours, and from yours to
mine. Although he might be far away, a thousand
• miles distant, yet the tide of your affection would set
to him. The moon they tell us is some hundreds of
thousands of miles from the ocean, and yet the water
throbs and rises, and falls and retreats responsive to the
impulse of the moon, because moon and earth are both
in one sphere. As long as you and he are together in
one orb, there is no peace for me, your love will never
flow to me and dance and sparkle about me. I must look
elsewhere for peacey elsewhere for union, without which

410

MEHALAH.

there is no peace. Lift up your head, Mehalah I Why
18 it resting thus heavily on my knee ? I do not know
what has come over you. Yes — ' he said suddenly, in a
louder tone, *Yes I do know what it is. It is the
shadow of the cloud, the scent before the rain. You
have crept to me, you have <ja8t yourself at my feet^
you have leaned your bead on my knee, you lift your
arms to my heart, for the consummation is at hand.
Mehalah I Do you understand me ? '

'Yes.'

*Yes. We two understand each other, and none
others can. Now, Mehalah I Glory ! you shall not
escape me. Giory 1 will you kiss me ? *

He put his hand to her head, and felt it shaken in
the negative.

'No. 1 did not suppose you would. You would
kiss George, but not me ; but you never shall belong
to anotL^r but me. Hold up your face, Glory I '

He lifted it with one hand, and peered at it through
the haze that ever attended him.

* Glory 1 ' he said. * Will you swear to me, if I let
you go one minute, that you will place yourself here,
at my feet, in my hands, as you lie now ? *

•Yes.'

' It is dark, is it not ? I can see nothing, not your
flaming cap. 1 will let you go. I can trust your
lightest word. Go and kindle me a candle.' He
relaxed bis grasp, and she staggered to her feet, and
dully, in a dream obeyed. There was a candle on the
chimney-piece, she took it to the hearth in the kitchen
and lighted it there. The charwoman was gone.

' Go upstairs,' he said. ' There has been no sound

•» ^

TO WEDl)i:5TG -BELLS.

411

in the house this hour. Go and kiss your mother and
come back."

She obeyed a^ain, and crept lifelessly up the stairs ;
in uuother moment he heard a low long muffled wail.

He listened. She did not return.

' Mehalah 1 ' he called.

He waited a minute and then called again.

She came down bearing the light. He did not see,
but the candle glittered in tears rolling down her cheeks.

' Come to your place,' he ordered. * Kemember you
swore.'

She threw herself at his feet.

'My mother I my mother 1'

* She is dead,' said Elijah. * I knew it. I heard
her feebly cry for you, an hour ago, and I crept upstairs,
and I listened by her bed, and held my hand to her heart
till it ceased.'

Mehalah did not speak, her frame shook with
emotion.

He took the candle, raised her face with his hand
under the chin and held the light ch'se to it.

' I cannot see much,' he said , ' I can see scarce any-
thing of the dear face, of the great brown eyes I loved
so well, I can see only something flame there. That is
the cap.' He took it otf and passed his hand through
her rich hair. * I can see, I think I can see, the flicker
of the candle flame in the eyes. I can see the mouth,
that mouth I have never touched, but I see it only as a
red evening cloud across the sky.'

* Let me go ! * she wailed . * My mother I my mother I '

* We will go together to her, ' he answeitjd ; ' stay one
moment.'

— A.

412

MEITALAU.

;!.^

He put down the enndle, mid once 'more laid his
hand on her head, and now lie pre.s.sed it kick witli hin
left hand. Did whe see in tiie dull eyes a gatlierino^
moisture, the rising of a tide ? A tear ran down each
of his rugged cheeks. Tiien he suddenly rose, and he
struck her full in the forehead with his iron tist, heavy
as a sledge hammer. She dropped in a heap on the
floor.

* Grlory I my own, own Glory I ' he cried, and listened.
There was no answer. '

* Glory I my love I my pride I my second self I my
doul.lel'

He caught her up, and she hung across his knee.
He held his ear to her mouth aud hearkened.

* Oh Glory I my own I my own I '

He stretched his hand above the mantelpiece and
plucked down the chain and padlock ; he secured the
key. Then he cast the chain over his arm and drew
the inanimate girl to him and held her in his firm
grasp, and lifted her o'^er his shoulder, and felt his way
out at the door and down the steps.

No one was in the yard. No one on the pasture.

The sun had set some time, but there was blood and
fire on the horizon, clouds seamed with flame, and
streaks of burning crimson.

He cautiously descended the stairs, and crossing
the yard, made his way over the pasture to the
landing place. He knew the path well. He could
have trod it in t}>e darkest night without error. He
came to the sea-wall, and there he laid Mehalah, whilst
he groped for his boat, and miloosed the rope that
attached it to the shore.

TO WEDDING HprivLS.

41S

He returnod, and took up the stjll uriconscioua
girl.

lie felt her feeble breath on hin cheek a-^ h*f curried
her, but he did not see the spot of returning colour in
her face. He was eafrer^aud hast}'. lie knew no delay,
but pressed on. He carried her into the boat and
took his oars and began to row, with her lying in the
bottom.

The tide was running out. His instinct, guided him.

The bells of Mersea tower were dancing a merry
peal.

The windows of the * Leather Bottle ' were lighted
up, and the topers were drinking prosperity to the
married pair.

G-eorge Be Witt was making his way to the Mussets,
little conscious that Mehala was lying in a boat,
stunned, and being carried out seaward.

Presently Elijah felt sure by the fresher breeze and
increased motion tliat he was out of the fleet in deep
water. Then he quietly shi]jped his oars.

He lifted Mehalah, and drew her into his arms and
laid her against his heart.

* My Glory ! my own dearest I my only one I ' he
moaned. ' I could not help it. You would have left
me had I not done this. There was no other wav out
of the tangle, there was no other patli into the light.
Grlory I we were created for each othe)-, Ixit a perverse
fortune has separated your heart from mine here. We
shall meet and unite in another world. We must do so,
we were born for each other. Glory ! Glory I '

She stirred and opened her eyes, and drew a long
breath.

414

MEHALAH.

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* Are you waking, Grlory ? ' he asked. '• Hark, hark I
the marriage bells are ringing, ringing, ringing, for you
and me. Now Glory 1 now only is our marriage 1 now
only, locked together, shall we find rest.'

He took the iron chain, and wound it round her and
him, tying them together tight, and then he fastened
the padlock and flung the key into the sea.

* Once I turned the key in the lock carelessly, and
he who was bound by this chain escaped. I have fastened
it firmly now, it will not fall apart for all eternity.
Now Grlory I Now we are bound together for everlasting.'

She sighed.

* Do you hear me ? ' he asked. * It is well. Grlory 1
one kiss' ' * ,

He put down his hand into the bottom of the boat,
and drew out the plug, and tossed it overboard. At
once the cold sea-water rushed in and overflowed his
feet.

* Glory I* he cried, and he folded her to his hearty and
fastened his lips fiercely, ravenously to hers.

He felt her heart throb, faintly indeed, but really.

Merrily pealed the musical bells. Cans of ale had
been supplied the ringers, and they dashed the ropes
about in a fever of intoxication and sympathy. Joy to
the wedded pair ! Long life and close union and happi-
ness without end I The topers at the « Leather Bottle '
brimmed their pewter mugs and drank the toast with
three cheers.

The water boiled up, through the plughole, and the
boat sank deeper. Life was beginning to return to
Mehalah, but she neither saw nor knew aught. Her

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415

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eyefl were open and turned seaward, to the tar away
horizon, and Elijah relaxed his hold one instant.

* Elijah I ' she suddenly exclaimed, * How cold I'

* Glory ! Glory I It is fire I We are one I '

The bells pealed over the rolling sea — no boat wag
on it, only a sea-mew Bkimming and crying.

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