r%r'w"% 8a5 V. I PENHALA. VOL. I. NEW NOVELS AT ALL LIBRARIES. IN A NEW WORLD. By Mrs. Hans Blackwood. One volume. (Now first published.) 6s. VENTURED IN VAIN. By Reginald E. Salwey, author of ' The Finger of Scorn,' ' Wildwater Terrace,' &c. 2 vols. ADAM THE GARDENER. By Mrs. Stephen Batson, author of ' Such a Lord is Love,' &c. 3 vols. ST. MAUR. By Adeline Sergeant, author of ' Caspar Brooke's Daughter,' ' Sir Anthony,' &c. 3 vols. SUIT AND SERVICE. By Mrs. Herbert Martin, author of 'Bonnie Lesley,' 'Britomart,' &c. 2 vols. LONDON: HURST & BLACKETT, LIMITED. P E N H A L A A WAYSIDE WIZARD. BY CLARA LEJiORE, AUTHOK OF A HARVEST OF WEEDS,' * A COVENANT WITH THE DEAD, ' GWEN dale's ORDEAL ' ETC. IN THREE VOLUMES. VOL. L LONDON : HURST AND BLACKETT, LIMITED, 13, GREAT MARLBOROUGH STREET. 1895. All rights reserved. CONTENTS OF THE FIRST VOLUME. S^ ^K ^^ CHAPTEE PAGE ^ BOOK I. I. Penhala's House 3 11. Petrovsky takes the Reins ... 29 III. The Waters titere Racing downhill to the Sea 67 IV. He Pushed heh in — I saw it done — I'll SWEAR it : 104 ^ V. A Dog with a Bad Name . .139 >„ vr. A Glimmer of D.a.'wn 166 1 B C) K II. I. John Smith washes his Face . . . 185 11. • Part of the Shadow THAT is ON ME *. 217 ^ III. A Matter OF Mutual Obligation . 248 IV. An Upward Step 268 4. BOOK I VOL. I. PENHALA. CHAPTER I. PENHALA S HOUSE. Not ' Penhala House ;' mark that ; but, ^ Penhala's House.' The name had been given to it by the fisher-folk of Carn Ruth while it was in course of building. Per- haps there had been a suggestion of good- humoured satire in their fashion of making a large mouthful of the words. For Carn Ruth had held up its hands and turned up its eyes in open wonder as the walls began B 2 4 PENHALA. to rise from the ground, and show what sort of dwelling this was that old Joshua Penhala was building for himself, among the pines on the upland above the little fishing town. In what way had he and his forbears differed from themselves ? farming their few acres industriously, and living from hand to mouth as all the rest of them did, as far back as the mind of man could carry them. And now, behold ! Because Joshua had found out a few things about wheels and cranks, and such like gear, for lighten- ing the labour in the mines, and because some of the biggest mining lords had taken his inventions up, and spread the use of them to other mining centres — because he was getting to be talked about a little, the silly old man was pufi*ed up with pride, and was going to set up for a gentleman all at once. And as the Carn Ruth folks PEXHALA. d watched the walls of the stately mansion rise from the ruins of the old farm-house, and realised what sort of dwelling it was that their neighbour was building for him- self, they shook their heads very solemnly indeed, and expressed their hopes audibly to one another, that the pride of the Pen- halas might not come down as quickly as it had lifted itself up. But there did not seem to be much fear of that. The present owner of the house was not yet born when the house was built, and he was now a man of middle-age, and still there was no sign of financial difficulty among the Penhalas. Socially, too, they were an altogether different set of ^Deople to the Penhalas of fifty years ago. AVhen the Mr. Penhala of to-day walked or rode down the Carn Ruth high-street, the greet- ings of the people he met were of the kind offered by the working-classes to their 6 PENHALA. ' betters.' And it said much for him, being a new man, that they were given ungrudg- ingly. With all their surface radicalism, these sturdy Cornish folk are conservative enough at the core ; not quick to take up with new notions, and slow to dispossess themselves of old ; and yet, at the period with which this history has to do, the name of Penhala had made for itself a recognised position among all classes of them — fisher-folk, farmers, and fine county gentry into the bargain. A thoroughly popular man was Lance Penhala ; and the Cam Ruth people could have given no more certain proof of his popularity with them, than by their open- ly expressed regret that his son ' dedn't favvor un mowr.' ' The very moral of his mother, the lad wor, for sure ; and 'twas a shaame, aw, that 'twas, that he shud favvor her, w^hen nature PENHALA. 7 had purvided iin weth such a braave look- ing clain-off Cornishman of a father by ■way of example.' It was a breathless, scorching afternoon in July, breathless even here, on the edge of the Atlantic, where, as a rule, there is more or less agitation in the atmosphere the whole year through. It is true that Penhala's house stands high, and on the south-west side, where the pines have been cleared for a wide stretch, there is nothing but a half mile of gently sloping lawn between the windows and the open ocean. But even on that ex- posed upland, the summer air was still and sultry on this especial afternoon — the afternoon of the Carn Ruth flower-show — and especially was it so in there under the tent, which had been set up to protect the cottagers' cherished blossoms from the too 8 PENHALA. impetuous greetings of the Carn Ruth breezes, whicli for once were conspicuous by their absence only. Lancelot Penhala, just finishing his in- augural speech, was visibly affected by the unusual closeness, there was a suggestion of fatigue in the way he supported himself with one hand on the table at his side, his voice was less resonant than usual, and his relief — when he reached the end of his ' few opening remarks,' and stepped down from the low crimson cloth dais — was obvious to every person in the little crowd. ' Maaster Penhala's gettin'to lookaulder than he shud,' one observed, quietly, to another. And the other answered, ' Aw, it looks like it for sure ; and 'tain't years, nither ; he's nobbut haalf way between forty and fifty, caan't be; I re- PENHALA. y member the feasting and jinks at his christening as if 'twere but yesterday.' ' Aw, aw !' returned the first speaker, ' but theer's mower things than years go to the makking of an auld man, Jabez auld lad.' And Jabez looked wise and solemn, and shook his hoary head, and muttered an acquiescent 'Aw, aw!' under his breath, with a glance round him at his neighbours on either side, as if to assure himself against being overheard, and moved away to avoid any further conversation in the same strain. The cause of Mr. Penhala's haggard looks was evidently not a subject for open discussion among his humbler neighbours; but those among his equals apparently saw no necessity for the observance of an equal discretion. There was a new vicar at Carn Ruth^ 10 PENH ALA. and his wife being young, pretty, and well-born, had been ' taken up ' by old Lady Penruddach. Whether it was purely from kindness of heart on her ladyship's part, or whether because it was such a delight to the old woman to have a new listener, to whom to retail her endless stories and gossip, is an open question, and perhaps not a very important one, since Mrs. Yarlstoke's pleasure in hearing the family histories of her husband's new parishioners was certainly equal to Lady Penruddach's in relating them. The two ladies wandered away from the tent now, upon the conclusion of Penhala's speech, glad to get out of the heat and crush. They could look at the cottagers^ flowers later on, when the sun was less powerful. Lady Penruddach said. What they wanted to do for the next two hours PENHALA. 11 was to keep themselves as cool as was possible under the circumstances. So they took their way across the south slope, which was ^the name of the lawn on which the tent was pitched, and made straight for the terrace on the east side of the house, away from the chattering crowd and the overpowering scent of the blossoms, and, above all, away from the blistering^ heat of the July sun. Mrs. Yarlstoke swept a glance along the front of the grand gray-stone house as they went. Perhaps it looked better from this- particular point than anywhere. , There was no clear view of it from end to end except from the south slope. On the other sides, it was more or less masked by its sheltering belts of firs. And even from the avenue on the east, you only caught an occasional glimpse of a chimney-stack or 12 PENHALA. window, until you were well up under the walls ; and no building shows to advantage without a little of the enchantment which distance lends to a picture. From the south slope you got this effect of distance ; and the result was charming. ' It is a vary lovely old house,' said the vicar's wife, after that comprehensive look of hers. ' It seems a thousand pities that there should be no lady to preside over its affairs. How long has Mr. Penhala been a widower. Lady Penruddach?' ' Have you some fascinating little friend in your mind's eye for the vacant post, my dear?' asked Lady Penruddach, with a shrewd smile on her worldly old face. ' I'm afraid Penhala is a hopeless case. His wife has been dead nine years, and he has never shown the faintest desire to replace her.' ' And has he no female relation who PEXHALA. 13 would play housekeeper for him?' Mrs. Yarlstoke chose to ignore her new friend's innuendo ; it was not in the best taste, she thought. ' Xo cousin nor sister who would come to him ? A woman does so much to civilise a home, I think.' ' Xo ; he has no female relation what- ever. At the present moment the house of Penhala consists of the man we have just been listening to and his only son — a lad of twenty — a shockingly spoilt boy.' There was a touch of disgust in Mrs. Yarlstoke's manner as she answered : ^ Oh, yes ; Fve seen the son. He has attended choir practice every Wednesday night since we have been here.' ' Choir practice !' snapped out Lady Penruddach. • What on earth is John Penhala doing at choir practice ?' and she turned a quick suspicious look on the pretty pleasant face at her side, as if she 14 PEXHALA. half expected to find the answer there. Mrs. Yarlstoke laughed a little as she met the look, but the laugh in no degree lessened the disquiet of her manner. ' That is just what I have been asking myself lately,' she said. ' He certainly does not come to sing, neither does he come •out of civility to the vicar or me, for as often as not he does not even bid us a Good -evening. But he comes as regularly as the rest of them ; and I am a little worried about it. I don't think it ought to go on ; and yet it is difficult to see how to stop it. If we had been here longer it would be different — it is so difficult for new people — folks will say we are mischief-makers. I Avish I knew what to do for the best.' ' I suppose it is that little minx, Hagar Polwhele,' said her ladyship ; and when Mrs. Yarlstoke bent her head by way of reply, the old v»^oman gave a snort of PEXHALA. 15 disgust, and settled herself in a garden chair, and shut down her parasol in a series of vicious jerks, which expressed her opinion of the whole affair sufficiently well without the aid of words. ' I had heard something of this before,' she said, presently; 'but because it came to me through the servants, I tried not to think anything of it. Mrs. Polwhele is a London woman, and the Carn Ruth people don't like her : so I thouoht there mio^ht be a spice of spite in this story against her dauo^hter. I thought the o-lrl was s^oin cr to marry the man who sings tenor in the choir — that giant from the Cluth-hoe mine ?' 'Morris Edyvean, you mean. I believe there was something of the sort, until young Penhala came on the scene. I sup- pose it is natural that the girl should pre- fer to be seen home by a gentleman ?' ' I suppose it is natural she should be a 16 PENH ALA. little fool,' retorted the elder lady. ' How- ever, I mean to put a stop to the nonsense. It is not a pleasant matter to interfere in, but somebody will have to do it, unless the thing is to go on to the usual ending. I should be sorry to see the boy make a fool of himself. A lad with old Joshua Penhala's blood in him should do better than that. I'll speak to his father myself; before I go home this afternon.' Mrs. Yarlstoke was a little surprised at the temerity of this decision. ' I'm afraid it will be a very unpleasant thing to do,' she said, with the air of gentle decorum which seemed to her the proper thing for the occasion. But Lady Penruddach smiled like the toughened old warrior she was. ' Pooh ! That side of the question doesn't trouble me,' she said. ' It is only that one would rather not be the first per- PENHALA. 17 son to create dissension between father and son. Lancelot Penhala has simply wor- shipped that boy.' ' Still,' protested the parson's wife, with her primness a little accentuated, to show that she held to her own view of the ques- tion, ' still it would certainly be less un- pleasant to discuss the matter with a lady. It is such a pity the boy has no female re- lation that one can go to.' ' I don't think poor Henrietta Penhala would have been of much use in such an affair as this in any case,' observed Lady Penruddach, with a slight movement of her fat shoulders. ' She was the only fe- male relation the lad ever had, except his mother ; but nobody would ever have thought of consulting her in such an affair as this ; she muddled her own matters so hopelesly.' Mrs. Yarlstoke looked interested. VOL. I. c 18 PENH ALA. ' This boy's aunt, was she ?' she asked. 'Yes; his father's only sister — one of the prettiest creatures I ever saw, but as flighty as a kitten. Did you see that tall, €lumsily-built man, with the deep-set eyes and the square jaw, who stood behind Lancelot Penhala, when he was making his speech just now?' ' You mean the man with a quantity of crisp fair hair ? Yes, I noticed him ; a peculiar looking man I thought him.' 'That is Stanislaus Petrovsky, the man poor Henrietta Penhala ran away with. I was very surj^rised to see him here to-day. Lance Penhala has received him once or twice in London, but this is his first ap- pearance down here, in the family strong- hold.' ' ^Yas it a very romantic affair?' asked Mrs. Yarlstoke. ' Petrovsky — a Russian name, is it ?' PEXHALA. 19 ' Russian or Polish, or something of the kind. Romantic? Well, I daresay that is what Henrietta thought it when she ran away with him, but I am afraid the poor soul had time to alter her mind during her two years of married life. I believe they were in absolute want during the last year of her life/ ' Want ! But surely she had money?' ' My dear, yes. But Petrovsky got rid of it all in no time. Don't ask me how, because I don't know. I have heard a whisper that he is mixed up with some of these secret societies in Russia, and that would account for the disappearance of the money. I know that he was a political refugee when Henrietta married him. He had to leave Russia in a great hurry to save his head, and they confiscated his estates in his absence, so he must have done something very bad. When he first c2 20 PENHALA. came over he gave riding-lessons in Lon- don, just to keep the wolf from the door. He is a gentleman, yoii know — a prince, I believe he is really — and when Henrietta met him in society she fell in love with him at first sight, and arranged to take riding-lessons, which she did not want, from him. Well, he was poor, and in great trouble, and he can be most fasci- natino: when he likes, and his eves are perfectly wonderful when you are near him, a brilliant, dark blue, and the com- bination of attractions was too much for poor Henrietta Penhala. In less than a fortnight from the date of her first riding- lesson she was missing. Then came a telegram announcing her marriage to Petrovsky, and there was an end of her. They went on the Continent at once — the wretched man found it more convenient for his treasonable practices, I suppose — PENH ALA. 21 and the next thing we heard of her was that she was dead — died almost in want, I believe — and that she had left a week- old baby boy behind her. When Lance heard of it he wanted to have the boy, to bring up with his own. There was ten years' difference in the boys' ages, but he thought it would do Master John good to have another child in the house. But for some reason or another Petrovsky re- fused the offer, and chose to drag the child about with him from j^iH^i' to post, among the scum and sediment of European political society, and a delightful young scamp he has become by this time, I expect.' 'He is still alive?' ' Oh, yes. He is here with his father. I have not seen him, but I hear he is a wonderfully precocious lad ; far too old for his age. But then what else could you 22 PENHALA. expect from his bringing-up. He is out yachting with John. Be-cahned, I sup- pose they are, or we should have had the pleasure of their company. When I saw^ Petrovsky here this afternoon, I thought of the boy at once. Is it on hi& account his father is here ? Petrovsky is as deep as the sea — he is not here for nothing. Is he going to bleed Lance Penhala ? I hope Lance won't give him a penny, not even for the boy. Whatever money passes into his possession is meltedin the one crucible — The Cause. If Lance is wise, and w^^nts to do the boy good, he will pay his school-bills direct to the school- master, and not let Petrovsky have the fingering of a single coin.' ' You think he would appropriate it to his own uses ? Surely he would not be so dishonest, Lady Penruddach ?' Lady Penruddach smiled again. She PEXHALA. 2^ found the freshness of the parson's decorous little wife rather amusing, even while she half-doubted its genuineness. ' These conspirators have another name for it, my dear,' she said. ' lA^hat we ignoramuses would call dishonesty, they call patriotism. " The Cause " is their whole creed ; and nothing else — honour, truth, honesty — is of the slightest conse- quence by comparison. On other matters their ideas of rio;ht and wrono^ are as clear as yours or mine perhaps, it is only when the good of The Cause is in question that the rules which govern other people's conduct have no meaning for them. This man, Petrovsky, for instance — if Lance Penhala were to hand a thousand pounds over to him for the education of his boy, he would consider it his sacred duty to pass it on at once to one of his rascally centres, for the manufacture of bombs, or 24: PENHALA. the printing of seditious pamphlets. There is not one of them who would not sell his soul for money, if the price offered were large enough to compensate The Cause for the loss of a supporter. It is a grand idea, too, when you take the trouble to look into it. It is martyrdom under another name ; one of the last real en- thusiasms left to us in this over-civilised nineteenth century. Mrs. Yarlstoke opened her pretty brown eyes at this expression of approval ; she was beginning to think that the people in the parish she had left must be a little behind their generation. But though she was startled she was candidly interested. It was delightful to find herself in contact with a person of the Petrovsky type. The experience was altogether new to her. The parish in which she had lived since her marriage, was one of those quiet, humdrum, PENH ALA. 25 correct communities, whicli go on their way, year in year out, without the faintest ^excitement to break their formal monotony. Tennis-parties, at-homes, and an occasional carpet-dance, had hitherto given sufficient variety to her life to satisfy her most lofty ambition, but those innocent forms of dissipation faded into insipidity by the side of this new experience. To hold personal communication with a man who was more than suspected of complicity in the nihilist movement — and a prince to boot ! What an enchanting piece of news to send in her next letter to her staid, plodding Essex friends ; those friends who had so pathetically bemoaned her fate in being * banished to an outlandish, uncivilised parish, at the extreme end of Cornwall.' How gladly they would have submitted to banishment under similar conditions. She was a good little thing, this pleasant, 26 PENHALA. pretty matron of twenty-nine, and she was very determined to do her duty in that state of life into which it had pleased God to call her, but it was a fact that, for the present, all thoughts of parochial affairs — of choir practisings, and clandestine meet- ings between young men and women of great social disparity, and all such trifling matters — were completely driven out of her head by the more interesting subject of Petrovsky, the Patriot and Prince ! Some time later in the afternoon. Lady Penruddach, with a mind still full of the story she had heard from Mrs. Yarlstoke, contrived to secure a tete-d-tete with Stanislaus Petrovsky. She had come to the decision that, after all, men were better judges of these matters than women. Petrovsky was a man of the world, he would know how to handle the affair better than she ; she would tell him every- PENHALA. 27 thing, and leave it to him to manage things his own way. If John had only been at home himself, the well-meaning old woman would j)roba- bly have gone straight to him. But John was out yachting, and was not expected home until the wind shifted a point or two ; for the Carn Ruth harbour was one of those awkward little havens, common enough on that stretch of coast, which can only be entered with safety when there is exactly the right amount of wind blowing, from exactly the right quarter. But for this accidental absence of John's, the chances are that Stanislaus Petrovsky would have accomplished the purpose of his visit to Penhala, and gone his way back to the Continent again, without hearing a word to his nephew's disadvantage. On such trivial chances as these, as far as our finite vision reveals to us, does our 28 PENHALA. destiny for good or evil depend. And yet who dares to assert that in all God's scheme of creation there exists such a thing as chance ? And, even if one be found bold enough to assert it, how shall he prove it ? How ? 29 CHAPTER II. PETROVSKY TAKES THE REINS. It was in the Penhala dining-room that the confidential interview between Lady Penruddach and Petrovsky took place. She had asked for a cnp of tea, and he had taken her there to get it ; for Penhala, with his usnal lavish hospitality, was keeping open house to-day, and the appetite that could not find something to suit its taste among the variety and profusion of the Penhala tables, would have been hard to please indeed. 30 PENHALA. When he had attended to Lady Pen- ruddach's wants, Petrovsky provided Mm- self with a large plateful of early raspberries, which he dressed with sugar and port-wine, and attacked with great enjoyment, much to the old English- woman's amusement. But she had somethino; far more im- portant to discuss with her host's brother- in-law than his infantile love of sweets, and she was not given to straw-splitting when she had once made up her mind to a course of action. In a very few minutes Petrovsky knew all she knew concerning the flirtation be- tween Hagar Polwhele and John Penhala, and he also knew what she suspected of Mrs. Polwhele's influence in the afl*air. ' The very spirit of mischief must be in the boy,' she declared, irritably moving her fan to and fro violentlv, as if she must PENHALA. 31 needs find some outlet for her vexation, and making herself very hot with the exertion. ' To think that he must needs go and mix himself up with that particular family ! I should like to o^ive him a sfood shaking.' Petrovsky smiled at her excess of energy ; up to the present he was not at all interested in the affair ; this red-faced old lady was doubtless exaggeratino; the whole thing, as her kind always did. ' Then it is not the indiscretion itself which arouses your anger,' he said, ' but John's want of taste in his choice of the object.' Petrovsky 's English was perfect; the onlv si2:n of unfamiliaritv he ever o;ave was the choice of a stilted phrase now and again. ' It is because I know what the girl's mother is,' snapped back her ladj'ship, her irritation increased by his cynical tone. 32 PENHALA. ' I hear a good deal about the Carn Ruth people from my maid — who is a Carn Ruth woman herself — and this girl's mother bears anything but a good character in the town. If she once gets John Penhala in her clutches, he wdll have to pay a pretty price to get free again — one does not need to be very far-sighted to see that. I'll be bound she has done more to en- courage the boy's folly than the girl her- self I understood the child was o^oins; to marry one of the captains from the Cluth- hoe mine. Morris Edyvean doesn't look the man to stand aside and give place to another. He'll be another person for John to reckon with, if harm comes to the girl. Altogether, Mr. Petrovsky, your nephew has made about the bio^o-est mess of it that DO w^as possible. I should not like to be the person to tell Lancelot Penhala of his son's folly.' PEXHAIiA. 3S 'Why?' asked Petrovsky, still eating his raspberries with that faint smile of amusement on his colourless face. ' Lance does not take much heed of the cost, so long as his darling is pleased. That last whim of his — to go to Italy to have his voice trained — do you know what it cost his father? Two thousand pounds ! Two thousand pounds for a whim. What use is he ever likely to make of his voice ? Then this craze for drawino'-room mao^ic. They spend a small fortune on the folly. And now, if he has a fancy for a pretty face, do you think his father would refuse it to him, or trouble himself about the consequences ?' ' Yes, I do !' Lady Penruddach was get- ting horribly angry with this wretched foreigner, who took so little interest in his nephew, that he could not lay down his spoon and give the boy's affairs a serious VOL, I. D 34 PEXHALA. thouglit. ' I do think Peiihala would trouble himself very much indeed about this business. He has spoilt the boy, of course, — we all know that, — but I am cer- tain he would not encourage him in selfish vice. Lance Penhala is a gentleman, Mr. Petrovsky ; if John brings this girl to shame, and it comes to his father's ears, there will be permanent mischief between them, you may take my word for it.' ' But it would not matter much in the long run, would it? However angry the good Lance might be, he has not the power to punish the boy very severely. He could not threaten to disinherit him, for instance. Your English law of primogeniture would step in to prevent that.' ' You are wrong, even in that view of the case !' retorted the angry old woman, too exasperated by his persistent attitude of indifference, to give much heed to her own PEXHALA. 35 words. ' Even from the lowest stancli^oint of all, John is committing a fatal error, in arousing his father's anger, for the Penhala money has never been settled. The man who made it all — this man's grandfather — left it by will to his eldest son, and he left it in the same way to Lancelot. The house and land — the old farmstead, in fact — must go down from father and son. But what good would Penhala's house do anybody without the money to keep it up ? And the money Lancelot can will as he pleases.' There was not the faintest show of sur- prise or excitement in Petrovsky's manner as he listened. He went on methodically spooning up large spoonfuls of his crushed raspberries and port- wine, with every out- ward sign of enjoyment. And yet if, at that moment, the luscious mess could have been changed by some trick into a heap of sea-sand, he would probably have gone on D 2 36 PENHALA. spooning it up, without a change of coun- tenance, in complete ignorance of the trans- formation. In that earlier part of his life which had been spent at the Russian Court — before he had been compelled by an un- fortunate mistake on the part of one of his servants, as to the destination of two letters which he had to deliver, to fly for his life from the presence of the sovereign whose death he had schemed to encompass, even while in receipt of his personal favours — during that period of perpetual dissimula- tion, when it had grown to be a second nature with him to act always outwardly in direct opposition to his actual feelings — even in those trying years he had, perhaps, never experienced a more sudden surprise than at this moment, when Lady Penrud- dach made that matter-of-fact announce- ment — ' And the money Lance can will as he pleases.' PENH ALA. 37 But, startled as he was, the vivid in- stincts of his old training were too firmly implanted in his nature, to allow any token of his astonishment to escape him. The money that this impetuous old lady spoke of so easily, the money that Lance ' could bequeath as he pleased,' what was it that Petrovsky had heard about it ? Surely it was some great sum — great even in the estimation of a Russian noble ? Was it a cjuarter of a million sterling, or more ? His wife — the poor sentimental Henrietta — had had thirty thousand as her marriage portion. And of what immense use that thirty thousand had been ! It had almost accomplished one of the great- est ends he and his fellow- workers had in view — almost ! But the money had reach- ed its end first. That was always the way of it. These levers, prepared with such infinite pains and exquisite ingenuity for the 38 PENHALA. overtoppling of dynastic oppression, perfect as they were in themselves, failed always from the one cause, want of money. Money was the only falcrum which would raise the levers, and money was the one needful thins: lackino; anion o^ the workers. And here, lying at the feet of one of the most earn- est of the brotherhood, was money ; heaps of it ; and all that Avas needed was a little skill in the manner of stooping to pick it up. Stoop ? Of course it was needful to stoop, it might even be needful to go on stooping until the back grew double, and it was no longer possible to recover an upright position at will. But of what ac- count was that, ao^ainst the o^ain to The Cause ? A quarter of a million sterling ! and to complain because the picking of it Tip might produce a pain in the back ! No wonder there was no longer any taste in the raspberries and port ! Xo PENH ALA. 39 w.onder there was a rather long silence between the two people in the stately dining-room of Penhala's house. Lady Penruddach was enjoying her little triumph over her antagonist, and would not break the silence, imputing it to his inability to reply. It was not until the plateful of wine and fruit had disappeared, and Petrovsky's beard — flaxen and crisp like his hair — had been carefully cleansed from the last suggestion of sticky moisture, that he spoke again. 'That is news to me,' he said then, showing at last a natural amount of in- terest in the subject, ' and I am surprised. I knew the Penhalas had not Avon their wealth by robbing their weaker neigh- bours, at the date of the Xorman Conquest, as so many of the Old English families boast of doing. I even think I knew that 40 PENHALA. their money had been gained honestly, and that they had not always been rich. But, for all that, I was under the impres- sion that nine-tenths of their possessions -were bound to descend from father to son in the direct line, as they do in other famiUes. I confess this news has altered my view of the matter, Lady Penruddach. And you really believe that if Lance heard of John's youthful indiscretion he would disinherit him? Well, perhaps that is going a little too far. After all, it is nothing absolutely unpardonable that our dear boy has done, and we must take care that in his ignorance of the world he is not led into deeper folly, that he is not led into doing anything that would really rouse his father to such extreme measures.' Her ladyship gave a sharp snort of con- tempt ; she always declared she had lived too long in the world to have any faith PENH ALA. 41 left in human nature, but she was dis- gusted all the same whenever she found a fellow- creature impervious to all consid- erations but those of loss and gain, — ' and if I can do John a good turn I will. I owe it to his father's son — Lancelot has undertaken the education of my boy Paul, Lady Penruddach ; he has behaved most generously to me ; I shall be glad to be able to make him some little return by freeing John from this ^x^ if he will per- mit me to. But you must not exj^ect too much from my interference, Lady Pen- ruddach ; boys at his age are not fond of taking advice.' ' Yery well then,' said her ladyship, closing her fan with a snap and rising abruptly. In spite of all his elaborate caution there was something in the Russian's manner, as he announced his willingness 42 PENHALA. to serve his brother-in-law, which grated on her sense of fitness ; the true ring was wanting in his declaration of good-will ; she instinctively mistrusted him, and wished she had acted on her first impulse and gone straight to Penhala himself. '• Will you order my carriage, if you please ?' she said, closing the discussion at once with a promptness peculiarly her own. She did not care to hear any more of Petrovsky's anxiety to help John, and there were very few people in the world who could make Lady Penruddach do a thing against her own will. The shrewd old woman had rightly guessed the Russian's motive for this visit to Cam Ruth. There was another big affair approaching a crisis, in that mys- terious territory known as ' Underground Russia,' and the lot of chief instrument having fallen upon Petrovsky, it had be- PENHALA. 4S come necessary for him to put his head in the lion's mouth again — in other words, to return to Russia, where, if the authorities once got wind of his presence there, his life would be measured by days. Under these circumstances he had at last devoted a little thought to his duty as a father, and this pilgrimage to Carn Ruth was the result. Having once obtained Penhala s promise to look after the boy Paul for a few years, there was no longer a single human anxiety to stand between him and his de- votion to any dangerous duty The Cause might demand of him. Paul's future once assured, he was willing to risk his life, or to lose it, at any moment, if the loss would advance by so much as a hair's-breadth the movemcDt for which he had already sacri- ficed so much. It was true that to-night he had found cause to regret that his stay 44 PENHALA. in Cornwall was of necessity so limited. Had his time been his own, he could surely have put that startling information concerning the Penhala heritage to some good use. Short as his time was — for by that day fortnight he was due in a tiny village, close to the railway, on the borders of the Caucasian province — he yet hoped to do something towards turn- ing the news to his own purposes. If Paul had been but a few years older ! But, child as he was, he would have to trust him. And indeed there were many grown men to whom he would less willingly have confided a perilous scheme than this little lad of eleven. These years of association with the most advanced thinkers in the movement, had had the right effect on the boy's heart and mind; through and through he was just w^hat his father would have had him ; the PEXHALA. 45 blood of the true martyr breed was already in him — to his boyish enthusiasm the world and all it held was as nothing, when weighed against the progress of The Cause. And this being so, his father had decided to take him into his confidence with regard to the Penhala heritage. Petrovsky sighed in spirit as he came to the co.nclusion. He was human, after all, and Paul was his only child, and it was hard on the boy that all the joyousness of his childhood should be extinguished by these eternal plots. These few days he had spent in his uncle's house, he had been as bright ^nd happy and thoughtless as a boy of his age had a right to be. It had seemed as though he had left all his young precocity, his fits of heavy thought, his crude, childish plans for the wholesale extinction of their enemies, behind him, with the people who had fostered them. 46 PEXHALA. And his father had been glad to see the change, and had even felt some faint hope that, as the boy grew up among his mother's prosaic English relations, his sympathy with The Cause might weaken, and he might be allowed to develop into a peaceful citizen of the British Empire, contented, placid, and respectable. But now he knew this thing was im- possible. The Cause demanded yet another victim, and, though it was his own son, he could not withhold the sacrifice. AVhat he could not do himself in the matter of the Penhala heritage, must be left in Paul's hands to accomplish; in Paul's small hands, broad and square at the fin- ger tips; in Paul's hands, which would grow larger with the on-coming years, and stronger, and more capable of grasping and keeping a hold on what they grasped. And havino' come to this decision he PEXHALA. 47 went clown and dined tete-a-tete with his host, and made himself ao^reealDle durino: the meal, and slept for a few hours after- wards — the light wary sleep that is habitual with these opponents of established authority, a sleep which leaves their sense of hearing still on outpost duty at the portals of their understanding, eternally on guard against a surprise. He was up and out again in the morn- ing before any of the resident household were astir ; his brain was too busy to tole- rate inaction once its need of rest was satisfied. He heard the stable-clock strike five as he descended the echoing staircase, and made his way out into the freshness of the summer's mornino-. The sultrv stillness of the preceding day had given place to a south-westerly breeze, which met him as he opened the terrace door, and wooed him with kisses sweet with 48 PENHALA. the unadulterated freshness of the broad Atlantic. His life had been too full of projects and plans to leave him any leisure for the adoration of Nature ; but standing there this mornings in that exquisite silence, to which the faint murmur of the tide on the rocks below served rather as an accom- paniment than an interruption — a silence of which the dwellers in cities know no- thing — with the scented tips of the pine- boughs in the plantations on either side swinging noiselessly to and fro, and the grass — green here in moist Cornwall even at the end of July — stretching away from his feet in soft descending undulations, until it met the blue purj^le of the sea — jewel-fretted under the morning sunlight — as his senses took in the loveliness sur- rounding him, a faint compunction seized upon him, a doubt as to whether, after all, PENHALA. 4^ he had chosen the better part of life, whether his past record of disappointments was worth all he had spent on it. And, even as the doubt rose in his mind, he saw the yacht — John Penhala's yacht, with its young owner and Paul Petrovsky on board — slip into view round the green outline of Tregarron Head, and straight- way the mind of the plotter was back among its familiar work again, and the touch of rsgret was done with and put away, as a thing that has no use. The breeze was very light, and the yacht moved but languidly. Petrovsky lit one of his eternal cigarettes, and watched the beautiful little vessel glide slowly across the width of the Carn Ptuth inlet, until it passed out of sight under the cliffs at the foot of the Penhala slope ; then he strolled quietly down the incline until, at the dis- tance of a mile from the house, he came to VOL. I. E 50 PENHALA. the place where the slope grew suddenly steeper and descended abruptly to the sea- shore. It was at this point that the Carn Ruth river threw itself into the sea ; making its way down the face of the slope, by a series of short leaps and deep pools, to the strand below; and it was by the side of these falls that the steps leading direct from the Penhala park to the Penhala landing-stage had been cut. Not the best place that could have been chosen for them, perhaps ; for when the autumn and winter rains had swollen the little river to three times its summer height, and the water dashed over the rocky ledges with a force and volume that would have carried a horse's body, without pause or hindrance, from the up- lands above to the ocean below, the spray from the dashing waters was apt to make the steps slippery. They were arranged PEXHALA. 51 in short fligiits, certainly, lout the spaces between the flights were still on the slope, and, given a slip on the topmost step, the chances were all in favour of a roll from top to bottom of the steep incline. Looking at the pathway now, danger was the last thins^ it would have suo^orested. Here and there down the face of the cliff were little nooks or hollows, where the ferns and grasses grew breast-high, and where the Carn Ruth sweethearts were fond of sitting in the summer evenings, to watch the sun set over the mighty stretch of the Atlantic waters ; while the path leading inland — through the plantations to the main drive — was a positive dream of beauty, because of the overhanging sha- dows of the pines, mirrored in the still- ness of the deeper pools, the flashing lights that were caught and tossed skywards again from the rapids between, and the E 2 52 PENHALA. luxuriance of the undergrowth, which was- allowed to follow its own sweet will un- checked by the hand of man. As Petrovsky waited there, where the path and the river emerged in company from the shadow of the pines, and went on their way in company over the edge of the slope to the sea, the romance of his surroundings struck him yet once again. It was an ideal spot for lovers' meetings. He could imagine the youthful couple standing a little way back on the edge of the large black pool, which lay so treach- erously still in the shadow of the pines^ scarcely a dozen yards distant from the first leap down the face of the rock, while they exchanged their poor little vows of eternal constancy. Yes, it was quite an ideal place for lovers' meetings ; for, if she proved unkind, was there not the steep slope close at hand, from which he could PENHALA. 53 leap straight from the cruel one's presence into eternity? As the sound of voices rose from the face of the cliff beneath his feet, warning the waiting man of the approach of those he had come to meet, he smiled cynically, and muttered a mental jibe at his own folly. Twice in half-an-hour he had been guilty of a touch of sentiment. What did such an unusual thing portend, he wondered ? With a careless shrug of his shoulders he turned again to the downward path, as two faces came into vicAv, mounting from the steps below ; one a small reproduction of his own, all but the beard — flaxen- haired, sallow-skinned, square-jawed, full- lipped, with eyes deep-set and of a dark- blue colour; the other less remarkable, but more agreeable. A good, well-tanned, English skin, chestnut hair, well-opened 54 PENHALA. brown eyes, a suggestion of fair hair on the upper lip, a mouth which looked at its best when smiling, and a chin which one would expect to find under such a mouth — massive chins and flexible lips are not often found in one another's company. The mobile lips flashed into a ready smile now, as their owner glanced upward, and saw the Russian waiting at the top of the steps. The boy at his side did not smile, but his eyes deepened and flushed under their overhanging brows till his whole face was alight with feeling, and he sprang up the few remaining steps almost at a bound, in his eagerness to clasp his father's outstretched hand. Petrovsky stooped and kissed his fore- head, and giving his left hand into his ardent young clasp, held out his right to the more leisurely climber. PEXHALA. 55 ' You must not estimate him as a baby, John, because he is so glad to see hi& father again,' he said, half-apologetically. ' We have not often been separated for two days and nights, have we, Paul ?' ' Oh, there's not much of the baby about him,' declared John, heartily. ' Al- ready he's as good a yachtsman as I. We have arranged that he is to be my sailing- master, as soon as he has finished with Rugby.' ' Only when you don't want me, father,' put in the boy, hastily ; and a faint colour flashed into his face, and he drew an inch or two nearer his father's side, as if to assure him that he was still first in his heart and mind. ' It is grand being out in the yacht, but I don't want to be there if you want me to be anywhere else.' Petrovsky laughed gently as he turned by John's side for the homeward walk. 56 PENH ALA. • Cousin John will hardly thank you for such a bargain as that,' he said. ' Per- haps it would be wiser to defer the con- tract until we see what the next few years have in store for us all.' His tone changed a little as he continued, ' Your father was disappointed that you were not back in time for the cottagers' flower-show yester- day, John. I suppose you were becalmed a long way out?' 'A pretty good distance,' John answered, carelessly. * It would have been a good long pull for the men in the heat; and Paul and I were so pleasantly occupied that we did not care to break up our after- noon.' ' 1 have learnt three tricks, father,' put in Paul, eagerly; ' how to swallow an egg whole and fetch it out from the top of my head, how to bring a live bird in a cage from the crown of a hat, and how to pro- PENHALA. 57 duce any card you ask for from the pack. Jolin is going to show me some more by- and-bye. He says ' ' Chut !' said Petrovsky. ' He will make you as enthusiastic over his drawing-room magic as he is himself. It is a pity you were not here yesterday, John, to give a display of your skill to the wit and fashion of Cam Ruth. And that reminds me,' he added, and turning suddenly to Paul, he sent him forward on some trifling excuse, and bade him wait for them at the terrace- door. ' That is not the only reason why it was a pity you were not here yesterday,' he -continued, when the boy was beyond ear- shot. ' Do you know why I came down to meet you this morning, John?' John's ready smile came at the question. He was a little inclined in his heart to make fun of his uncle, to call him a nine- 58 PENHALA. teenth century Guy Fawkes, and to poke sly jokes at his bombs, and mines, and plottings, and conspiracies. He was smil- ing now at tbe touch of mystery in his manner, and saying to himself that the man was such a born conspirator, that he could not discuss the most everyday affair without making a secret of it. But he was a Penhala guest, and a guest, too, not in the most flourishing circumstances, and John was too courteous to chafl* him as he would have liked. ' Had it anything to do with Paul ?' he asked. ' Did our long absence make you anxious ? Perhaps you came down to see for yourself that the little chap was all safe and sound.' He was still smiling as he made the suggestion, a pleasant, sympathetic smile it was, and meant to show that he could PENHALA. 59 quite understand the father's anxiety under the circumstances. ' No,' said Petrovsky. slowly ; ' Paul was scarcely in my mind : it was you I was thinking of, not Paul. I came to meet you because I wanted to say a word or two to you in private, without the fear of being overheard. Especially I wanted to avoid any chance of your father overhearing what I am going to say.' John, with his hands in the pockets of his loose blue serge trousers, and his peaked yachting-cap pushed rakishly to the back of his head, turned a glance of enquiry on his companion. Had he really anything important to say, or was it only that his inveterate habit of mystification would not be shaken off? Petrovsky answered the look with one of shrewd intelligence. 60 PEXHALA. ' People were busy with your affairs in your absence yesterday,' lie said. ' Who is this Hagar Polwhele, whose name is being mixed up so freely with yours ?' The blood flashed up to John's hair- roots. Just for an instant he tried to laugh the attack off as not worth attention ; but Petrovsky's investigating glance was on him, and he knew that flush had betrayed him, and so, instead of laughing the thing down, he fell into a passion. ' Whose slanderous tongue is at work now ?' he cried. ' Is it that Morris Edy- vean again ? I'll make the bullying brute pay for it if it is. I told him last time that I wouldn't put up quietly with any more of his interference. Because he's the biggest man in the parish, he thinks he can dictate to the lot of us ; but knock- ing a man down isn't the only way of PEXHALA. 61 wiping out a grudge, as I'll soon prove to him if he doesn't leave me and my affairs alone.' With the rapid insight born of his past training, Petrovsky pieced this defiance on to the hint dropped by Lady Penruddach, and drew his own inferences. ' Then Miss Hagar has two strings to her bow,* he said, quietly; 'and this Edyvean is the other ; and there is a little ill-blood between you ; and there was some truth after all in the little story I heard the birds whispering to one another.' John said nothing. His little flash in the pan was over, and he was wishing he had held his tongue. Petrovsky looked up the slope at the house, where Paul stood leaning on the terrace balustrade waiting for them. It was not yet six o'clock, and the little lad was the only 62 PENH ALA. sifirn of life to be seen alons: the wide low front of the sleeping house. ' I wish we knew a little more of each other,' he went on, letting his voice fall to a more confidential key, though indeed there was no possibility of their being overheard; ' as man to man I should like to speak candidly to you — but we are such strangers ' ' All right !' said John, as he paused. John was feeling savage, but he did not feel justified in sulking with Petrovsky ; perhaps the subtle touch of flattery in the phrase, ' as man to man,' addressed by a man of Petrovsky's age to one of his own, may have also influenced him. ' All right ! Fire away ! Well take the intimacy for granted. Say what you want to say.' ' Well, then, it is this. Drop the Pol- whele afl'air. Don't risk its getting to your PEXHALA. 63 father's ears. Leave her and the other fellow — what is it ? Eclyvean — to make a match of it ' ' I wish to God I could !' burst forth John, irrepressibly, and stopped dead, with Petrovsky's penetrating eyes on him. ' So bad as that ?' he muttered. John pulled his cap forward, as if the sunshine had 2:rown suddenly too strono: for his eyes, and stared moodily at the grass at his feet. ' It's as bad as it can be,' he said. There was a short silence between them. The elder man's eyes left the gloomy young face for a moment to travel in a rapid comprehensive glance around him, at the house, the pasture lands, and the little town nestling at the foot of the brown cliiFs on the other side of the inlet. All of it Penhala property, all of it some dav to belona* to this bov, unless ! 64 PENHALA. Another flash of his eye towards the solitary little figure, waiting so quietly on the terrace in the shadow of the house ^ and then ' What do you mean to do ?' ' There is only one thing to be done.' ' You would marry her ? . . . . Good heavens, John, you must not do that!' 'What then?' asked John, lifting his miserable young eyes from the ground. 'Cut my throat? I don't see any other way out of it. Perhaps you don't know what a woman's reproaches are like ' ' Pish !' said Petrovsky, refusing to waste argument on that j)art of the sub- ject. ' Look here ! What if you could stop the reproaches,without sacrificing yourself?' ' What if I could put Magara into a thimble ?' came the hopeless reply. Petrovsky put his hand on the other's shoulder. PENHALA. 65 ' What would you say to the man who showed you how to do it ?' John did not answer, but a glimmer of hope shot into his glance. The Russian threw another half furtive look towards the waiting figure on the terrace. ' Come over under the trees,' he said ; ' nobody will see us there ; what I'm going to say can't be said in a breath.' John turned without demur, and follow- ed him across the grass to the shadow of the pines, with an increased air of hope- fulness in his face and whole bearing. And an hour later when the gardeners came bustling about the lawns, anxious to remove all traces of yesterday's disorder before the master came on the scene, Paul was still on the terrace, waiting patiently, as he had been bidden. But for his impregnable faith in his VOL. T. F €6 PENH ALA. father, he might have believed himself forgotten ; but he knew better than that. He had heard it said that ' Stanislaus Petrovsky never forgot,' and of his own knowledge he knew the saying was true. So he waited patiently, as one who waits with a purpose. 67 CHAPTER III. THE WATERS WERE RACING DOWNHILL TO THE SEA. Ox the clay following their long interview in the plantation, John Penhala and Stan- islaus Petrovsky travelled to London to- gether. The decision on John's part was quite sudden, but there was nothing to object to in it. Though Petrovsky had not spoken openly of the danger he was going into, there was an impression in Penhala's mind that his brother-in-law's anxiety to secure little f2 68 PENH ALA. Paul's future, arose from his doubt concern- ing his own. On one occasion he had gone so far as to say the chances were all against his ever revisiting England, speaking in a quiet, unemotional manner which gave his words the impress of truth. Under these circumstances, Penhala had been glad when John decided to go to town with his uncle, 'to see him off;' for, mis- guided though his efforts appeared to the Englishman's law-abiding understanding, he would not have neglected one of the smallest duties of hospitality towards a man who was so obviously ' down on his luck.' So John and the Russian journeyed to London together, and when, two days later, pretty Hagar Polwhele also left Carn Ruth, on a visit to her mother's relatives in Lon- don, nobody thought of associating the two events, for Petrovsky's companionship PENHALA. 69 seemed to prohibit such a suggestion. Later in the year people were not so reticent, but before then many things had happened. And, as far as the Penh alas were concerned, one of the most important of these was the imprisonment and execution of Petrovsky. He was caught red-handed, and he died as he had always wished to die — for the good of The Cause. Paul was at Rugby when it happened, and Penhala went himself to break the news to the lad, hoping by his presence to soften the boy's feeling of desolation. But, by some unknown means, the news had already reached Paul before his ar- rival, and the kind-hearted Cornishman was considerably nonplussed by the young- ster's unnatural bearing under the blow. ' It was a good death to die,' he said, standing up straight and steady before his astonished uncle, with a still, quiescent 70 PENHALA. glow in his deep-set eyes. ' If I could choose how to die, I would die that way too ; but not yet. I will get to be well known first, as he was, and then my death will do good, as his will. When we die like that we make the people's hearts burn with the hope of revenge, and they count their own lives as straw, and it is worth dying for, to make them feel like that.' Poor Lancelot Penhala looked at the boy in a ridiculous perplexity. Conventional condolences would be thrown away upon such a truculent young revolutionist as this. He made a few remarks to the elFect that Paul would know better by and by^ and that he was to look upon him as his- father in future, and to consider Penhala's house his home. And having done his duty in this respect, he got himself out of the youngster's presence as quickly as he decently could. PEXHALA. 71 In spite of its tragic nature, the absurd incongruity of the situation tickled his sense of humour. He had come to comfort this child in his grief for the loss of his father, and the child had tacitly rebuked him for believing he was such a fool as to grieve at all. It was Lance Penhala who was the babe, and Paul Petrovsky who was the philosophic man of the world. And Lance had made himself responsible for the up-bringing of this budding revolutionist I He beo;an to understand somethino^ of the hen's distress, when the duckling she has hatched takes to the water. Revolution and its tricks and manners were not at all in Penhala's line. He comforted himself, how- ever, with the reflection that Paul's enthu- siasm would probably fade with time ; time and disuse. Certainly it would re- ceive little encouragement at Rugby; for if there was one place in the world more 72 PENH ALA. than another where such high falutin' was likely to be knocked out of the boy, that one place was an English public school. So Lancelot returned again to his big house on the Cornish upland, and tried to fill his life with his duties to his neigh- bours, noble and simple. But those autumn months hung heavily, for he was accustomed to John's company at this par- ticular season, and this year John had chosen to absent himself more than usual from the neighbourhood of Carn Ruth. It was in the nature of things that Lance Penhala, being the person most concerned in his son's absence, should be the last to hear a hint as to its cause. Folks in the town had been talking busily for weeks before a breath of the rumour reached his ears. Hagar Polwhele w^as back in her mother s bar aofain, though the women declared it PENH ALA. 73 ■was past tlieir knowledge to understand how she had the face to show herself among the customers, in the place where she had been born and bred. And Mrs. Polwhele, meeting the elliptic glances of some of them, tossed her head in R way that puzzled, even while it shocked them. On one occasion, when these mean- ing glances had been more than usually trying to bear, she lost her self-command for a moment, and, addressing nobody in particular, observed that she thought Carn Ruth folks might safely leave her to fight, ay, and to win, her daughter's battles without any of their interference ; which remark naturally set the tongues wagging faster than ever. And Morris Edyvean still came regu- larly every evening, and smoked his pipe quietly in the parlour of the ' Miner's Rest,' and saw and heard all there was to see 74 PENHALA. and hear ; and said nothing. But there was a certain grimness settling on his face, which was something new in his mates' knowledge of him. Though he came so persistently among them, he showed so plainly his desire to be left alone, that there was no choice left to them in the matter ; and it grew to be no uncommon thing for the young overseer — once the most popular man in the Cluth-hoe mine — to pass an entire evening smoking and drinking alone in his corner, with- out exchanging a sign of comrade-ship with his fellows, beyond a curt nod as they entered or left the room. Since Hagar's visit to London at the end of July, he had finally given up singing in the choir, greatly to Mrs. Yarl- stoke's regret ; for the loss of his magnifi- cent voice and his imposing figure created PEXHALA. Id a vacancy which she was likely to find some difficulty in filling. And it was not until a few days before Christmas, that the first faint breath of this brooding mischief reached the ears of the lonely man in the big house on the hill. And even then, so delicately was the truth hinted at, that if he had not been peculiarly sensitive in all matters concerning his son, the chances are that he would have still remained in ignorance of what the speaker intended to convey. But the introduction of John's name into a discussion had at any time the effect of quickening his perceptions to an extra- ordinary degree, and so it was that the half word let drop in his presence had an effect the speaker scarcely anticipated. It was at the weekly meeting of magis- trates that this awakening came to him, and 76 PENHALA. his way home afterwards led him past the ^ Miner's Rest.' Hagar, with the sleeves of her loose red flannel blouse rolled up above her dimpled elbows, and with a large, white bibbed apron muffling her entire figure, was busily at work among the glasses and bottles on the shelves behind the bar. when Mr. Penhala pushed open the swing door leading from the street, and, coming down the two steps, crossed slowly to the counter. Hagar, facing the mirror, recog- nised the broad shoulders and handsome, clean-shaven features of her mother's land- lord at a glance, and, with a stifled ex- clamation, caught with both hands at the edge of the shelf just above her head, to save herself from falling. Perhaps for ten seconds she hung there, insensible to everything but the terror of the thought that she must face round, sooner or later, PENHALA. 77 and supply the wants of this unAvelcome customer. The bar was empty but for themselves, and the silence in the quaint, gay little place was more pregnant with meaning than the most impressive speech. Indeed, when speech came, the height of the crisis was past. The consciousness of this came to Hagar instantly, with his first word. The studied unconcern of his tone told her that much — that he had not come to make his accusation. With a dry sob of relief she loosened her clutch on the shelf, and faced round to him. ' Will you give me a glass of your best ale?' Instinctively she performed her duty, caring for nothing only that he should not attack her openly, while he had her there, defenceless, at his mercy. As her hand closed round the pump-handle in 78 PEXHALA. drawing his ale, she felt, rather than saw, his glance fix itself on a ring she wore on the third iinger of her right hand. The terror of the knowledge went through her like a pang of physical pain ; still she would not mind so long as he did not attack her to her face, while she was there alone with him. As she went to- wards him with his glass in her shaking hand, she felt to the innermost core of her being the full meaning of the com- prehensive glance he threw over her, from the 2)retty rings of dark hair above her forehead, to the hem of the big, white, dis- figuring apron. But, conscious as she was of her shame in his sight, even this emo- tion was pushed into the background by her overpowering relief at the every-day tone of his ' Thank you.' She would probably have a sharp attack of hysterics when he was gone, but mean- PENH ALA. 79 time she took his shilling, and passed his change back to him, and went and fetched her duster from the back of the bar, where she had left it, and made a show of dust- ing the pump handles, heedless of her own death-like pallor, heedless of her shaking hands, caring for nothing, except that this courteous, observant gentleman, should take himself off without saying what she had, at the beginning, feared he had come to say. Poor, frivolous little Hagar, caring for nothing but the joy or pain of the jDresent moment ! Poor, feeble little ephemera ! It were well that you should not outlast the trembling joy and triumph that is hid away in your heart just now, for all its quaking at this alarming encounter, that you should not see the going doAvn of the sun on the day of your transient exaltation. 80 PENH ALA. When Lancelot Penhala found himself in the light of day again, he groaned aloud. He was not conscious of it him- self, but a wee child passing looked up at him, with so much sympathetic sur- prise in her small face, that he guessed he must be making himself conspicuous in some way. Pulling himself up sharply, he set a guard on himself, and gained the shelter of his own house without arousing further curiosity. Both the boys were due home that day — John between two and three, Paul not until nine. John had hinted at a desire to spend Christmas in town, but his father had put pressure on him to induce him to come home for the festive season. He was doubly glad now that he had. Luncheon, usually at two o'clock sharp, had been put off till the young master's arrival, and Penhala, instead of meeting PEXHALA. 81 him in the hall, according to invariable custom, awaited his coming in the library ; a well-used room in that house, for the master was a real lover of books. John knew part of the truth before he got to his father's presence. He read it in the butler's troubled face, as he stood at the top of the steps in the great porch ^ holding the house door wide for him, and saw corroboration in the man's anxious manner, as he told him the master was waitino^ in the librarv for him. John's step was lighter than his heart as he ran down the length of the big hall and round a side passage to the library door. How he managed out of the difficultv. even for the time being, heaven, or the other power, alone knows. His lies must have rained like hail. He certainly did succeed in staving off his father's wrath at the moment, though he must have known VOL. I. G 82 PENHALA. such weakness could only add to the trouble in the future. ' Very well,' said Penhala, at the close of the interview, ' I accept your explana- tion upon one condition — that the girl re- turns your mother's ring to you to-night. If you have had no hand in the mischief that is brewing there, if you handed the ring to her in a moment of folly, because she wanted to see how a diamond ring looked on her finger, if there is nothing more in it than that, there can be no real difficulty in making her return it. Come to me this evening with the ring in ^^our possession, and I will try to believe what you tell me. Let us drop the whole thing now, if you please. It sickens me. I hope to God you may never again make me feel as I felt when I saw that child wearing your mother's ring this morning. I'm not sure that my aifection PENH ALA. 83 for you would stand many such wrenches — not at all sure/ Morris Edyvean arrived at the ' Miner's Rest ' earlier than usual that evening. It still wanted a quarter of six when he came into the bar, kicking his boots free of trodden snow at the door ; for the weather had broken since sunset, and there was <3very promise of a real, seasonable Christ- mas of the good, old-fashioned type. When he had rid his boots and coat of snow, Edyvean made his way as usual to Mrs. Polwhele's end of the bar — Hagar and he never showed consciousness of each other's presence in these days — and asked for his usual dose of whisky. He stood there for a minute or so talking to Mrs. Polwhele,with his shoulder towards Hagar, persuading himself pitifully that nobody saw his hungry eyes watching the girl's reflection in the mirror facing him. It g2 84 PENHALA. was the only sight he ever got of her now — these stolen glances in the looking-glass behind her mother's bar — but, even so, he saw that of her which he would gladly have given bis two hands not to see ; that which made him set his teeth close on the stem of his short pipe, and register many a vow of vengeance against some unnamed person, in the fulness of time. He was only holding off till events justified his suspicions, and then He could afford to wait, he declared doggedly; there was nothino' else left to him now but to wait. Ay, to wait till his chance came, and then to take it — to take it to the full, and let the Afterwards care for itself. While he stood there, exchanging ori- ginal remarks with his hostess on the seasonableness of this sudden fall of snow, keeping meantime his furtive watch on the mirror behind her, he saw one of the PENH ALA. 85 stable-lads from Penliala's house come up to the counter, and pass a note across to Hagar. As she turned a little aside to read the line or two of the enclosure, he watched the face of his whilom sweetheart carefully, lifting his glass, and sipping slowly at his grog meanwhile. Was it anger or gladness that brought the quick warm blood flashing up into her face as she read, till she looked for the moment like the bright, thoughtless Hagar of a year ago ? The flush was still there when she slipped the letter into her pocket, and watching her opportunity, when her mother was unoccupied for a moment, called her to the back of the bar, and evidently communicated the contents of the note. Edyvean, with his glance openly on the mirror now, for there was no longer any- body at leisure to observe him, made out 86 PENHALA. that Mrs. Polwhele was first indignant and then furious at what Hagar was saying to her ; that she argued and remonstrated with all her might against some proposi- tion of her daughter's, and that it ended in Hagar's open defiance of her mother's authority. The final words of the argu- ment were spoken loud enough for every- body in the bar to hear. ' Go your own wilful way then ; only, if harm comes of it, don't come to me to set it right, for I'll have nither pairt nor passel in the mucky mess, and so I tell ee.' It was only when under the influence of strong emotion, that Mrs. Polwhele allowed herself to slip into the use of the Cornish vernacular. Hao^ar scarcely waited to hear the finish of her mother's ultimatum ; she swung round and passed hastily out of the bar^ PENHALA. 87 throwino' an upward glance at the clock as she went, as if to remind herself that she had no time to waste. As Mrs. Polwhele turned to resume her duties to her customers, Edyvean picked up his glass and moved away from the counter to his usual corner, on the other side of the bar. Setting his glass on the window-ledge, he reached up in his usual manner to relight his pipe at the bracket over his head — scarcely a ' reach up ' for him because of his enormous height. But when his pipe was fairly under way he did not seat himself immediately ; he stood there until Mrs. Polwhele was thor- oughly occupied again, and then he moved over to the door, and stood an instant or two reading an account of a forthcoming Christmas feast, that was hanging against the wall there j and the next time the door swung open to admit a customer, he 88 PENHALA. caught it, and passed out before he let it fall-to again. It was almost as if he wished to get away without drawing especial attention to the exact moment of his exit. Once outside and beyond the glare of the tavern windows, he paused a moment to turn up the collar of his pilot coat — for the snow was coming down in earnest now, and the sensation of melted snow trickling down inside one's coat collar is something of a trial, to the most philosophic man alive. Standing there in the shadow, Edyvean glanced up and down and across the street, as if looking out for some particular object, but as he crossed over to the other side of the road, there was a dissatisfied dawdle in his way of moving which showed he had not found what he was looking for. Here he waited, pressed well back against the PENH ALA. 89 projecting corner of one of tlie irregularly built houses, until lie saw Hagar, w^ell muffled up and carrying a lantern, come out of the house opposite, and start off at a smart walk up the hill, in the direction of Penhala's house. Then he drew a deep, big breath, and treading cautiously, though indeed the snow underfoot was already thick enough to deaden his footsteps, he stole after the little figure ahead. Creeping along in that stealthy manner, with bent back and shoulders hunched up to his ears, his huge form looking larger than ever ao^ainst the backo;round of univer- sal whiteness surrounding him, his outlines blurred and indistinct as they loomed through the fast falling snow, there was something almost suggestive of the super- natural in his whole entourage ; or there would have been had anybody been there 90 PENHALA. to receive the suggestion. But they had the road quite to themselves, those two figures, the robust and the fragile, the one a patch of light ahead, the other a mass of shadow in the rear, and they passed^ unnoticed by the eye of man, up the hill, in at the gates, and about a third of the way up the drive that led from the east lodge to the main front of Penhala's house. Here the road crossed, by means of a handsome little stone bridge, the Carn Ruth river, and it was on the far bank of this river that the pathway leading to the cliff and the Penhala landing-stage lay. Hagar paused on the bridge and lifted her lantern above her head, and whistled shrilly, and waited, listening. But only the sighing of the pines, and the hoarse sullen roar of the sea beating against the foot of the cliffs, and the swift hurrying PEXHALA. 91 rush of the river under her feet, answered her. In front of her the drive stretched away round a bold curve to the house, sheltered on either side by the wide-reaching planta- tions ; which had been mapped out sixty years ago by old Joshua Penhala, to shield his new house from the biting blasts from the east. Running away from her on her left, in a direct line for the sea, was the river, bordered on either side by these same pines until it neared the brink of the clifF, and took its final eager leap into the open ocean. Because of the continuous curve of the drive neither the house nor the lodge could be seen from the bridge where Hagar waited. Only the road itself lay white and smooth for a short distance before and behind her, until it passed out of sight round the crowded boles of the pines. The 92 PENH ALA. plantations themselves were as yet free of snow underfoot, for there was no wind, and the snow lay still where it had fallen, on the interlacing branches of the trees above. It was very dreary there alone, with never a sign of human-kind in sight — for the man's figure in the rear, keeping well beyond the radius of light from the lifted lantern, was invisible among the tree- trunks — and the waiting girl, looking keenly about her, up and down the curve of the white road, and in and out and about among the blackness of the pines, grew suddenly conscious of her utter loneliness, and a horrible shudder seized her and shook her from head to foot. She whistled again and the sudden fear at her heart was discernible in the quavering weakness of her whistle. But her alarm was over for the present, PENH ALA. 93 for at that second whistle a tall, lissom youth, in gaiters and jacket, came leaping through the shadow to her side, pouring forth an eager string of apologies and regrets as he came. ' What an awful night to bring her out into ! AVhen his note was written, there was no sign of this beastly break in the weather. Had there been he would have come down to her, instead of bringing her up to him. But he wanted so much to have a long talk with her without fear of interruption ; and it was so sweet of her to come in spite of the snow.' Still holding forth with affectionate solicitude, he drew her in under the trees out of the storm, and relieved her of the lantern, and taking off his cloth cap, used it to flick the snow from her shoulders and bosom. And then he turned with his arm round her, and led her along the trodden 94 PENHALA. path, by the brink of the brawling river. And the figure on the other bank kept pace with them, moving along in the shadow, srlidin^ from tree to tree, never far from them, but, because of the noisy rapids be- tween, never actually within ear-shot. They had gone perhaps half the distance along the path leading from the drive to the edge of the cliif when they stopped, and the lantern was set on a crag overhanging the rushing stream, from whence it threw its lii2:ht downwards on the swirlin^', hiss- ing waters beneath. From here could be heard the sound of each separate billow as it broke against the cliffs below. There had been a spell of westerly gales lately, until to-day, and now, at high tide, as the towering breakers came rushing landwards, flinging themselves furiously against the first obstacle they had encountered since PENH ALA. 95 their birtli in mid-ocean, the influence of those blustering clays was making itself felfc from end to end of that exposed Cornish coast, so that the very earth seemed to vibrate with the accumulated force of the billows' thunderous blows. ' It's a rough night at sea,' said Hagar, still with some sign of disquiet in her face. It was as if the sudden scare that had fallen upon her up at the bridge ten min- utes ago, had left its mark behind it in the dilation of her eyes, and the quickened rise and fall of her bosom. ' I'm glad there's no one near or dear to me on the water to-night, John.' John did not answer immediatelv. He stood with his hands tucked in the belt of his shooting-jacket, staring moodily at the streaks of light flashing in and out, out and in, among the hurrying rapids at his 96 PENHALA. feet. And then, gathering hhnself to- gether with a burst of desperation, he set his back towards the lantern against the rock, and faced his difficulty. ' Why have you not told me about the visit my father paid you this morning, Hagar ? ' She left off listening to the thunder of the billows — it was curious w^hat a fascina- tion they had for her to-night — and turned to him wath a touch of self-assertion in her manner. ' I think I might put the same question to you, John. I was waiting for you to introduce the subject.' He waived the childish quibble aside with a touch of impatience. ' How did he behave to you?' ' Just as Mr. Penhala might be expected to behave to Hagar Polwhele. Just that, and nothing more.' PENHALA. 97 ' And yet he has heard — somethinor, Hagar.' ' I guessed that the instant I saw his face at the open door. What else would have brought him to the " Miner's Rest " for a glass of ale ?' ' It has put me in a devil of a fix — his springing a mine on me in this way. I had an awful scene with him when I got home this afternoon.' 'And you had to tell him everything?' asked Hagar, a sudden eager expectancy leaping into the glance she gave him. ' Does your father know that I'm his daughter-in-law, John ?' She could not see the expression on his face, but he struck at the ground with his heel with a vicious petulance, which was as good as a sight of his eyes. ' You didn't,' she said. ' You broke your promise. You gave me your word A'OL. I. H 98 PENHALA. that, if anybody accused me to your father, you would clear my name. And you Ve not done it.' There were warnings of tears in her Yoice, and he put his hand quickly on her shoulder with a comforting gesture. ' Come now, Hagar, what is the use of going over all that ground again ? I give you my word that my father does not think so badly of you as you imagine. Your main backsliding in his sight is that you serve the Cluth-hoe miners with pints of ale with my mother's ring on your iinger.' She drew off her woollen glove as he spoke and looked admiringly at the hand- some ring. She even held her hand up so that the stones should catch the light from the lantern ; and the watcher, behind a tree on the other side of the stream, gnashed his teeth in silent frenzy PEXHALA. 99 ?is he cauglit the flash of the brilliants, and saw the passionate admiration in the girl's face. ' I saw him look at it,' she said. ' I was half-afraid he would ask me to give it up.' ' That is just what he wants,' struck in John, snatching eagerly at the open- ing. ' He wants you to give up the ring.' She closed her hand sharply, and put it out of sight under her cloak. ' You're not going to ask me to do it, are you ? You told me I should wear it until I was able to wear my wedding-ring open- ly ; you're not going back on your w^ord, are you?' He laughed drearily as she hid her hand. ' You don't suppose I'm going to take it from you by force ! If you won't give it up willingly, you must keep it. But I H 2 100 PENHALA. warn you, if I don't show that ring to my father to-night, it will mean ruin for us both; 'Ruin?' she echoed. 'How, John?' She had never seen her gay, adoring young husband in this mood until now, and she was startled by it. ' I don't want to do you any harm,' she went on ; ' and, after all, whether the ring is on my finger or not, it don't make any real difference, does it?' She drew her hand from under her cloak and be2*an to fino^er the ring^ caressino^ly. And he, seeing that she was going to yield, was overcome by a sudden spasm of shame, so violent and overwhelming, that he spoke out the very thought that was in his heart, without any heed for the consequences. ' AYait a minute, Hagar!' he cried, with a gesture of passionate repudiation. ' I can't cheat you out of the ring under false PENHALA. 101 pretences — I've been a blackguard to you — I can't take the ring from you till you know, my dear. I've been a mean, coward- ly cur, but, as there's a God above us, I'll make reparation !' ' Reparation ?' she repeated, and stood transfixed ; her hands, in the act of draw- ing off the ring, raised in front of her, her lips parted, her horrified, questioning eyes searching his face for denial of the sudden, -awful terror at her heart. ' You wonder what I mean by " repar- ation," ' he went on, hurrying over his shameful confession, and forgetting, in his own misery, to break his news gently to the poor child before him. ' You are thinking that there is no need of such a thing between you and me. But there is, my darling ; bitter need of it ! I have done you an awful wrong, Hagar — the ceremony we went through in London last 102 PENHALA. July was no marriage in reality — it was a sham affair, got up for me by an obliging friend ' He stopped, for such a cry came from between her blanched lips as struck him into silence. She lifted her hands, one on either side of her head, and stood so, sway- ing heavily, with her wide, stricken eyes reading the self-abasement of his face. It was as if she wanted to assure herself of the truth of what she had heard, and that done, she turned without a sound, as if to fly from him. ' Hagar!' he cried, heart-broken at her shrinking. ' Hagar !' And he put out a quick hand to detain her. But with a face of loathing, she sprang away from his touch, sprang, in her eager- ness to get beyond his reach, so far back- wards, that her feet came down on the oozy slope of the river bank, and, without PENHALA. 103 a cry, she slid noiselessly into the rushing rapids at his feet. The action was so instantaneous, that, left there alone, he stood a moment as if stricken into stone, rigid and helpless with the sudden horror of it ; but the next in- stant his senses and the use of his limbs came back to him, and with a despairing cry of ' Hagar ! Hagar ! My love ! my love !' he dashed along the path towards the brink of the cliff. And on the other bank, unseen by him, there was also a figure flying for dear life in the same direction. But the waters were racing downhill to the sea, and the night was dark as Erebus. 104 CHAPTER IV. HE PUSHED HER IN — I SAW IT DONE — I SAW IT DONE, i'lL swear IT ! If he had given himself time to reason, John Penhala would have known how utter- ly futile was that straining, tearing rush along the river bank. At this point of the stream it was danger- ous work for a man to attempt wading, going into it steadily with a wading pole, how then could a girl, slipping in unawares, without foothold or warning, be expected to stand against the rushing waters ? But one does not reason at such PEXIIALA. 105 moments. It ^vas mere instinct that prompted that mad, blind dash down the stream through the darkness. Passing thus suddenly out of the light of the lantern, he could see absolutely nothing, and an occasional snow-flake drifting into his eyes through an opening overhead, did not serve to make his eyesight clearer. It was wonderful that he kept his footing as long as he did, wonderful that he was not tripped up in his first dozen steps, in- stead of keeping his feet till he was out of the plantation and on the smooth grass land, where the snow showed white through the gloom against the blackness of the river. It was here, as he neared the first short flight of steps leading down the face of the clifl", that he lost his foot-hold, and fell into space. He threw out his hands as he went, crashing, bounding, flying downwards, but 106 PENHALA. they caught at nothing ; and he knew he was going head-long down to the sea. Then came another crash, with a sound in his ears like the blow of the blacksmith's hammer on the anvil, and a flash like the blacksmith's forge before his eyes, and then silence. The first thing he was sensible of, when the physical agony of a return to con- sciousness was over, was the roar of the surf in his ears. Awfully near it was, but the fact of its nearness conveyed no terror to his mind ; his understanding was not yet alert enough for that. The next thing he knew was that sundry hard points were penetrating the skin of his face, and causing him considerable inconvenience. He lifted a languid hand, and found he was ly- ing face downwards among the trailing branches of a bramble bush. With some- thing of an efi*ort he rolled over on his PENHALA. 07 back, and stared straight up above him. There was a moon somewhere ; she was not visible, but over-head the heaped-up hurrying clouds were white wdth her light ; and here and there, where the edges of the moving masses did not overlap each other, an occasional flash of starlight struck momentarily on his sight. Then the bramble branches above him moved slight- ly, and a little mass of dislodged snow fell on his face. His reason asserting itself little by little, he began now to wonder how it had come about that he was out there, asleep, on this bitter night — began to ask of himself what the circumstances were which had led to this extraordinary state of things. His brain did not respond immediately to this demand upon it. For a few seconds he lay there asking the question, but unable to answer it. And then, in one blinding, 108 PENHALA. vivid, flash of memory, the whole string of events leading up to his fall flashed com- plete into his mind, in one instant of time his brain shook off its puzzled bewilder- ment, and he passed from a state of idle enquiry to one of the most perfect, the clearest, the most appalling recollection. He saw the whole scene again, down to the minutest detail : the girl's fi2:ure fac- es o ing him, with the light of the lantern re- flected in her pretty dark eyes, as they gazed at him wide with horror, the flashing colours in the diamonds on her uplifted hand, the duller flashes from the rushing waters at her feet, the dim mystery of the background of crowding pine boles behind her — not a feature of the picture was miss- ing from his memory. Again he heard her quick little cry of anguish as she realised the full extent of his crime ao^ainst her, PENHALA. 109- again he saw the swift turn from him, his quick step forward, her backward spring, her noiseless slip down the bank, and the sudden emptiness of the picture. Once more he saw himself standing there, mazed and helpless in that awful solitude, once more saw himself tearing along the river path in the darkness, once more felt him- self trij) and fall, flying through space, downwards to the sea, and felt the stun- ning blow on his head, which had stopped his descent some way down. He even remembered hearing the ringing sound his head made in contact with the edge of the steps. That was what had knocked him senseless. And he had lain there how long ? He had no means of knowing, but some time must have passed since his fall ; the snow-flakes were driving in his face as he 110 PENHALA. dashed along tlie river bank, now the night was fair. The knowledge that, in any case, he had lain there senseless long enough to shut out the faintest possibility of rescue for Hagar, came upon him with a new shock of misery. She was dead — jDoor, pretty Hagar Pol- whele was dead ! His mind, never entirely free from self-condemnation since he had allowed himself to be talked into the ex- pedient of a sham marriage, was now one vast expanse of agonised remorse. The wrong done to the living girl seemed a thousand times intensified, now that it had become a wrong against the dead. If he had but done her justice, the horror of her death would have pressed less intolerably upon him. He turned his face to the ground again. PENHALA. Ill unconscious of the acute discomfort of his surroundings, and lay there, with his head clasped in his hands, moaning in a mental anguish which could not be endured in silence. For some time his moans were the only sounds that broke the monotony of the shrill swish of the cascades at his side, and the hoarse roar of the surf a hundred feet below him. When his head had struck against the step, he had bounded off into one of the sheltered, fern-filled recesses which abutted on the pathway, one of those well pro- tected nooks which the wind blew over but did not penetrate, and where last summer s growth of ferns still stood, green and waist-high, behind the tufts of tough, feathery tamarisk that waved on the edge of the ledge. 112 PENHALA. No snow had made its way into this sheltered cavity, beyond one or two drop- pings from the vegetation on the faee of the cliff above, and it is possible that John Penhala would have spent the night there, alone with his misery, but for what hap- pened afterwards. Lying there, face downwards, almost invisible in the diffuse light of the cloud- veiled moon, because of the luxuriant growth surrounding him, he presently grew conscious of a new sound, breaking intermittently through the thunders of the breakers — the sound of a human voice. Xow and again, in the pauses be- tween the mighty moan of one retreating wave, and the thunderous advance of the next, he could hear the voice quite plainly. And even when the deafening crash of the billow against the rock overwhelmed it for a time, it rose again the next moment, tri- PEXHALA. 115 umphant over the hoarse roar of the defeated torrent — vehement, powerful, and full of menace. John Penhala lifted his head and listened. The voice was cominsr nearer, orrowino^ more continuous. He could distinguish now the rise and fall in the tones, as they came hurtling through the pandemonium of the rushing waters ; and now he caught a word or two ; and, as he heard, he drew himself instinctively closer, under the overarching growth, and held his very breath for terror. For he had heard his own name mixed up with the torrent of curses that were being shouted forth to the nio^ht, and in an instant — althouo-h till now his thoughts had never glanced in the direction of possible peril for himself — his instinct of self-preservation was on the alert, his whole beino^ vibratino- with a VOL. I. I 114 PENHALA. new-born apprehension, his every faculty responding instantaneously to the call on his self-defence. It was the voice of Morris Edyvean that was flinging forth its curses on the tempestuous solitude of the night, it was the tread of Morris Edyvean — a furious, vehement tread, in exact keeping with the passionate incoherence of his ravings — that was crushing its way upwards through the brambles and bushes on the other side of the dashing watercourse, it was the form of Morris Edyvean that passed between the watcher's strained gaze and the whiteness of the cliff face beyond, with its brawny arms tossing heavenward, and its quivering fingers ex- tended towards the hurrying clouds and the calm unconcern of the distant stars. ' Long ago, John Penhala, I swore to my Maker, with a binding oath, that if PEXHALA. 115 harm came to Hagar through you, you should answer for it to me — now you shall answer for it to a mio^htier than me ! To one whose grijD, once on its prey, doesn't loosen till it's reaped its full penalty. The law shall deal with you, you sly. soft- tongued devil, and we'll see what service your smooth tongue and your silken man- ners will do you when it's a judge and jury you've got to stand up to, instead of a foolish, trusting slip of a girl. Curse you ! . . . Much good your leering looks and your soft way of speaking will do you then, you ... I will see to that, lad. If one man's swearing can hang another, as surely as I'm a man born of woman, you shall hang for this night's work. Hang by the neck until you are dead, and may God not have mercy on your soul ! Do you think Hagar Polwhele's death shall go un- punished? I've got you in my clutch at r 2 116 PENH ALA. last, and, by the eternal God, I'll not loosen it till I've squeezed tlie last breath of life out of your fair, leprous carcase, yoit Sink of Iniquity, you Whited Sepulchre !' And as he mounted higher and higher,, and, reaching the brink of the cliff above,, passed at once out of sight and hearings the man below raised himself slowly and cautiously from his recumbent j)osition, stretching his stiffened limbs, ]Dushing his fair hair back from his throbbing temples, and looking about him, from side to side, above and below, as if wondering in which direction his best chance of safety lay — by the path to the upland above, or by a step over the edge to the foaming billows below. Mrs. Polwhele's desire to keep Hagar at home that evening had been prompted entirely by considerations for the girl's PEXHALA. 117 health. As for being left alone to attend to her customers, that was a matter which did not trouble her at all. In her younger days, in a busy London tavern in the heart of the city, she had often had twice as many people at one time on her hands as she was ever likely to have in her own bar at the ' Miner's Rest.' This busy, buxom, bright-eyed mother of Hagar's was a thoroughly capable woman of busi- ness ; she found no difficulty in keeping the wants of her dozen or so of customers — miners and fishermen, for the most part — supplied as fast as they arose, finding time every now and again, in the midst of her duties, to throw a quick upward glance at the clock over the mirror at the back of the bar. As the time drew on towards half-past seven, these glances grew more frequent and anxious ; so much so that the quick- 118 PENHALA. witted Cornish folk saw and understood all about ' them trubbled gleeazings at clock faace,' without a word on the subject from their hostess. One or two of the elder men, talking among themselves in a far corner, had almost decided to offer their services — ' if so be as she'd like waun or two to taake a look up and down the rooads for signs of the missing wench,' when the door was flung open violently from the outside, and Morris Edyvean, white as death, panting and wild-eyed, strode into the brightly-lit little place. The crash of the door, as it swung to again behind him, brought all eyes that way to where he stood ; and, as the glances fell upon him, the cheerful chatter changed at a breath to a dead silence of intense expectancy, while those nearest him fell PENHALA. 119 back a space, as if his near neighbourhood were a terror in itself. Left thus isolated in their midst, he threw his big shoulders back, and swept the circle of horror-stricken faces at a glance. ' Is't writ on ma very faace, thin?' he cried, the Cornish coming thick and strong in the presence of his every-day familiars. And now that they heard his voice, shrill and quivering with an unknown horror, the terror of the breathless silence seemed as nothing to the terror of hearing him. ' Ef a man sees murder done, does the cruelty of et set et's maark on hes faace, so et can be knawn without a word on hes pairt?' Nobody made a sound. One or two formed the word ' Murder !' with their 120 PENHALA. whitened lips, but his whole appearance and bearing were so awesome, his colour- less face, the burning hate of his ever- moving glance, the rock-like rigidity of his attitude, drawn up to his full height, with his clenched hands hanD-iiio* down- wards, and his breath coming in quick, audible puffs, were so terrible to look upon, that his listeners lost their power of speech, and could only gaze and wait, in a fear too great for words, for what was to come next. ' Ay, murder !' he went on, catching that silent movement of their lips. ' Murder, I tell ee — the basest, bloodiest murder ever committed by the hand of man ! Yes, I ses et — Morris Edyvean. If any of ee ses I lie, lev un say et now.' His glance flashed round the circle of faces — set hard like stone masks — as he flung forth his challenge. But there came PENHALA. 121 no answering word, and again he went on — ' He pushed her in — I seed un — I'll swear to et ! He shall sweng ef my word can hang un, that shall he ! He pushed her in, I saay ! The w^aaters were between us, rushin' and roarin' like a hunderd devils lev loose, or he ^vud ha gone in be- hind her. He pushed her in and run — God, how he run ! If I'd w^aunce got how^ld on him, I'd ha' throttled un, cum- raades — ay, that wud I ! But hes time wull come. My word wull hang un, and I'll spaik it, aw that avuU I, befowr any judge in the land! He pushed her in, I tell ee ! And the ^vaaters swurled her awaay, ovver the clefF, and dow^n the faals to the murderous rocks and the roarin' sea ; an' what w^uU they leave of her ''atween 'em, think ee? I tell ee, cum- raades, he pushed her in, John Penhala 122 PENHALA. himself— he ded, he ded ! Hagar, Hagar !^ Higher and higher his voice rose with each denunciation, until, reaching a climax of frenzied hate, it dropped suddenly, at the utterance of the girl's name, to a hoarse guttural whisper, and, swinging round on his heel, he lunged forward, writhing in the convulsions of epilepsy. One of the Penhala servants, driving through the high-street a few minutes afterwards, on his way to the railway- station, to meet Paul Petrovsky, was stopped as he passed the ' Miner's Rest,^ and heard the story that was flying through the town. Edyvean's story, with an addi- tion from Mrs. Polwhele, to the effect that it was a letter from John Penhala that had enticed Hagar out that evening. The man went back at once as far as the stew- ard's house, half-way up the hill, and repeated what he had heard. And the PENHALA. 123 steward, Eli Tregea, being a man of sound common-sense, called for his boots, and with a horrible sinking at his heart, tramped off to the house to interview Mr. John. Going in quietly by the entrance that led to the offices, he came upon Mr. John's own man waiting inside the door, with a worried look on his usually impassive face. ' You're the very man I wanted to see, Crawford,' he said. ' Can you make some excuse to get Mr. John away from the dinner-table ? I must speak to him at once !' ' He's not in, Mr. Tregea,' returned Crawford. * There's the master waiting dinner this half-hour past, and the cook in the devil's own temper. I thought it was him when I heard you at the door.' 124 PENHAL^V. ' Do you know where lie has gone ?' ' He told me he should be in to dress at seven,' said Crawford, unconscious, apparently, that this observation was not an answer to the steward's question. ' ''I shall be in a deuce of a hurry Crawford," he said to me, when he went out ; "I can't get back before seven, and I don't want to keep my father waiting dinner for me the first night I'm home. Get every- thing ready for me to slip into, there's a good fellow, and then come down and wait for me at the office-door." And here I've been more than an hour, Mr. Tregea, lis- tening to the cook's refined observations on the virtue of jDunctuality, and what to be at I'm blest if I know.' Tregea stood thinking. He knew no more what to be at than Crawford himself. He did know that for a certainty Edy- vean's ghastly story would be up here PEXHALA. 125 presently, and he wanted to soften the blow a little for Mr. Penhala if he possi- bly could. But he was utterly at a loss how to set about it. And even as he stood there considering, he heard voices in the courtyard outside, and instinctively put up his hand for silence. ' If so be as we can awnly get the lad out o' the way, and braake the noos a bit gentle lek to the squire afowr she comms, it 'ull be something. He's that proud o'" that bo}^ it met go fur to braake his haart ef she plumps her accoosation down on ee all at wance.' ' It's old Peter Carlyon,' said Tregea. ' Show him into the office, Crawford, and tell him the master will come to him in a minute.' And, urged forward by the necessity for immediate action, he strode away to the front of the house, meaning to send his name in by the butler. 126 PENH ALA. But he found Penhala paciiio; up and down the length of the inner hall, so he waited for him, near the fire-place at the lower end, where there was no chance of their conversation being overheard through the open glass doors leading into the entrance hall. Eli Tregea had eaten Penhalas bread for more than twenty years past, and never once in all those years had it tasted bitter in his mouth. This was the thought that flashed through his mind now, as he waited his employer's approach. If he had loved him less, he could better have performed the duty he had in hand. Perhaps this was why Penhala saw so quickly that there was something terribly wrong afoot. Tregea had not got his con- ventional enquiry, ' Do you know^ what's keeping Mr. John out so late to-night, PENHALA. 127 sir?' properly out, before Penhala was down on him, with quickened steps and questioning eyes. ' Xo ; but you've come to tell me ! AVhat is it, Tregea ? Any harm to the lad ? Out with it ! Xo breaking it softly, man !' Tregea answered promptly, ' Xo harm to him, that I've heard of, sir, but it seems there's been an accident in the river above the falls — somebody is drowned, and people are trying to make out that it wasn't an accident, and that Mr. John ' 'Is a murderer?' said Penhala, catch- ing him up as he paused. Already his mind had leapt to certain conclusions. He had guessed why John was late, and knowing the lad had a difficult task in hand — for in insisting on the return of the ring he had reckoned on the chance of its putting an end to the 128 PENH ALA. foolish entanglement — lie had made allow- ances for his unpunctuality. And now, as Tregea faced him. w^ith troubled eyes and faltering speech, and spoke of an accident in the river, an accident in which John was concerned, he grasped instantly at something of the truth, and saw trouble ahead. ' Who says this thing of him, Tregea? Who accuses him?' ' Morris Edyvean, sir — one of the over- seers down to Cluth-hoe mine.' ' And — who is it that is drowned ?' *• The daughter of Mrs. Polwhele.' 'Ah!' ' The landlady of the '' Miner s Rest." ' ' That poor little child ? Good God, how terrible ! And only this morning — Is it certain that she is drowned, Tregea? Are you sure there is no mistake ?' ' I'm afraid not, sir,' said Tregea, sorrow- PEXHALA. 12^ fully. ' It seems she went in between the bridge and the cliff; a bad enough place at the best of times ; and you know w^hat the stream is like just now.' ' A torrent, Tregea ; not a stream at alL Poor child, poor child ! And Edyvean says it was not an accident, and accuses John. He saw the whole thing?' ' So I gathered — but I was in such haste to get to you ' 'Thank you, Tregea I It was like you.' He lifted his face suddenly from the con- templation of the glowing logs, and looked Tregea straight in the eye. ' I want you to answer a question with- out a word of equivocation ; without a thought that it is my son you are speaking of. You know what people are saying about my sou and this girl ? Do you think it was true ? Xow ! the whole truth, Tregea!' VOL. I. K 130 PENIJALA. ' I'm afraid it was, sir.' Tregea had never wished he had been born dumb until that moment, when he saw the look his words brought into Penhala's face. But Lance Penhala was not the man to turn his glance aside because a thing was distasteful to him. He put his own feelings into the background, and went on unflinch- ingly Avith his questions. ' Was she a respectable girl, Tregea ? Don't make excuses for John; only just tell the truth. Do you honestly believe John acted like a thorough-paced villain all through the piece ?' More than ever Tregea prayed for dumb- ness, but with those clear, steady eyes upon him, prevarication was impossible. And maybe, after all, it was better for the lad's father to hear all there was to hear, in the first place, from a friendly tongue. PENH ALA. 131 ' Sooner or later you'll hear it, now tlie poor little thing is gone,' he said, sorrow- fully. ' Mr. John put a cruel trick on her, sir. He pretended to marry her, up in London last July. The girl showed some sort of paper to my missus, under an oath of secrecy, and she says it wasn't a proper certificate.' ' My God !' cried Penhala, his self-con- trol vanquished utterly by his distress of mind. ' My God ! Tregea, that I should live to hear such a thing as that of my own son.' He turned aside, and, reaching a hand up to a projection in the carved oak of the mantelpiece, he laid his head against the support of his arm, and muttered brokenly his boy's name over and over again. And Tregea, conscious that this was a trouble past the reach of comfort, could only stand quietly on guard, ready to pre- k2 132 PENH ALA. vent any intrusion on his employer's grief. ' You see, sir,' he began again present- ly, ' what I'm afraid of is that, if there is an inquiry, and this business of the sham marriage comes out, it will go so hard with Mr. John.' ' It can't go harder than he deserves,' muttered Penhala, with lips that quivered still from the smart of this new blow. 'He's my own son, Tregea ; and for ten lonely years past he has been the only creature I've had to love or spend a thought on ; but I can't blind myself to the villainy of thi& business. Whether he lifted his hand against that girl or not, her blood is on his soul, and he will have to suffer for it, one way or another. Perhaps it would be the most merciful thing they could do with him, to hang him ! What is his life likely to be with such a memory as that pressing like a deadweight on his soul? God help PENHALA. 133 him, and me ! I think my heart is broken, Tregea.' ' Things mayn't be quite so bad as they seem, sir,' said Tregea, trying to speak hope- fully. But Lance Penhala shook his head. Knowing what he knew of the object John had in view^ when he made that last ap- pointment with Hagar Polwhele, he knew also that it was almost impossible for things to seem worse than they really were. But, thouo^h from the beo^innino^ he re- cognised the utter hopelessness of Johii's position, nobody but Tregea ever knew or guessed at the full depth of his sufferings. What he endured henceforth he kept re- ligiously hidden from the eye of man. All his pride and his affection had been bound up in the one object — his boy, and now pride and affection lay stifled in the mire of a base, cowardly cruelty. 134 PENHALA. Sometimes it seemed to him that, if he had known beyond all doubt that John had pushed Hagar into the torrent, as Edyvean asserted, he could have forgiven even that unpremeditated crime, sooner than the calm, pre-arranged cruelty of the sham marriage. But after that first irrepressible outburst of grief, he kept his opinions shut up in his own mind. Even on that first night of his downfall, by the time Mrs. Polwhele and Edyvean arrived at the house, escorted by a dozen or so of the scared customers from the ' Miner s Rest,' to make their accusation aofainst John, even so soon after the shock as that, he had assumed the curious, rigid self-possession which he maintained ever afterwards, when dealing with John and his backslidings. Of all the little crowd collected round PENHALA. 135 the open door in the shelter of the big porch, only Tregea guessed ever so slightly at the anguish that lay behind the cold- ness of his white, stern face, the level still- ness of his voice, the laboured quietness of his manner. The poor mother's noisy grief dropped to silent sobbings as she listened to his measured words, and even Edyvean's frothy, hysterical denunciations died away to nothingness, before the quiet dignity of Penhala's bearing. There was almost a touch of shame in his manner as he slunk to the rear of the crowd, and leant against the side of the porch listening to Penhala. ' What can I say to you in the face of such a tale of cruelty as this 3- ou bring to me ?' he said, with one hand on the weep- ing woman's shoulder,' and his troubled eyes on her poor, tear-blistered face. ' If you have lost your only child, so have I ; 136 PENHALA. and I think mine is the worse case of the two. At least you can think lovingly of your child, and even that comfort is denied to me — my son is lost to me, soul and body! Even if the law pronounce him guiltless of this crime of murder, he is none the less dead to me. Henceforth your daughter's destroyer is as a stranger in his father's house, and his father's heart. Don't think of me as your enemy in this terrible calamity — John Penhala must take the consequences of his own acts on his own shoulders — let him clear himself of this accusation if he can, he will have no help from me. It is justice you want, and justice you shall have. In any case I will not throw the weight of my money and in- fluence into the scale against you. The case shall be tried on its merits, that I promise you.' PENHALA. 137 ' Then,' said Edyvean, lifting himself from the support of the porch, and towering above the rest from the rear of the crowd, * then he wull sweng for et, that wiill he. Hang by the neck till he be dead !' A faint stiffening of the muscles round his lips was Penhala's only answer to this, and for an instant there was silence among the group, as if they recognised the wanton brutality of the interruption. And across this silence, from beyond the heads of the little crowd, there struck the noise of advancing wheels, deadened partially by the coating of snow on the drive, and a boy's fresh voice broke through the gloomy quiet. ' Hollo ! what's up ? Is it carols ? How ripping ! Here I am, Uncle Lance ! How jolly it seems to be at home again !' And Stanislaus Petrovsky himself, past 138 PEXHALA. master in the art of j)lotting though he was, could not have arranged the thing better to suit his own purpose. 139 CHAPTER V. A DOG WITH A BAD NAME. January was nearly over when they brought poor little Hagar Polwhele home again to Carn Ruth. The body had been found in a narrow inlet twenty miles to the north. Edyvean's prophecy had come very near the truth — the sea and the rocks between them had made cruel havoc of the girl's prettiness, and for all actual evidence to the contrary, it might as pro- bably have been a complete stranger as Hagar Polwhele. There was the pretty 140 pe:shala. dark hair, and the height, and there was also the fact that no other young woman was known to be missing anywhere on that coast. This was really all the coroner and the jury and witnesses had to go upon in forming a decision as to the identity of the body. But there are certain conditions of pub- lic opinion in which a very little evidence will go a very long way, and the condition of public opinion in regard to the Carn Ruth murder was a case in point. Since folks had heard of that sham mar- riage in London, the popular indignation against John Penhala had reached the white heat stage ; and perhaps the jury and the witnesses did not much care whether the poor, battered remains they were holding an inquest on, were really those of Hagar Polwhele or not, so long as Ihey provided them with an excuse for re- PENHALA. 141 turning a verdict of wilful murder against that cruel young limb of the devil, John Penhala. Of course it was Edyvean's evidence that put the rope round his neck. After hearing what he had to say under oath, it only became a matter of catching the crim- inal and hano;ino^ him. All these weeks, ever since Edyvean had burst into Mrs. Polwhele's bar on that snowy December night, and de- nounced John Penhala as the murderer of Hagar Polwhele, the Carn Ruth people had talked of one thino-, and one thino; onlv — John Penhala's unmiticrated bru- tality. And young Paul Petrovsky, running hither and thither amono^ them durino; his somewhat lonely holidays, picked up a good deal of knowledge on the subject, : you — who believes in your innocence! But it is only one more good gift from you to me — this belief in me. It sets me shaking sometimes when I think of all I owe you. My very soul you have given back to me — you found me a brute, and you have revived in me some touch of man- hood. May God reward you as you deserve — as He alone can.' They waited a little, looking at one an- other in a silence that was more eloquent of intense feeling than the most fervid 266 PENHALA. speech. Very wliite their faces were as they held each other in the close^ lingering gaze of a complete unity of thought and feeling. Then he put his hand out, Avith a touch of something like entreaty in the action. ' I have never dared to take your hand before. May I take it now, because of the hope of something better to come that is lifting my heart up so wonderfully ? If there is less contamination in my touch than there was, it is due to the purifying power of a good woman's influence.' They stood awhile, hand in hand, eye to eye, with the autumn stillness like an in- visible wall all about them, and they two alone in it. The silence between them was of that indescribable quality which invests the very vibrations of the heart with the power of speech — the only form of speech possible at such a moment. PENHALA. 267 And, presently, he grew terrified lest even that inarticulate recital of his feelings should grow too outspoken, and tell her more than she would deign to listen to of the state of his mind. A sudden fear of his own presumption fell on him. He dropped her hand, and lowered his eyes, and strode off hurriedly ; through the gate, down the leafy lane, out of sight. Mary stood there a breathless spell, wondering. And the stirred wonder was still in her eyes when she turned and went into the house. 268 CHAPTER IV. AN UPWARD STEP. Missionary Mary's scheme for the better- ing of John's position prospered so exceed- ingly, that a cynical onlooker, had there been any such at hand, would have inevit- ably come to the conclusion that this dish of broth was of the devil's own brewing. From start to finish there was never a hitch in the negociations between Mr. Burlington and his new tenor. On the day following the receipt of the wire from Miss Fentimore, the manager PEXHALA. 269 ran down to Chichester, met Mr. Smith bv appointment at the princij)al music-shop, tried his voice, took his observations on the questions of appearance, presence, etcetera, and, concluding that Miss Fenti- more's '* find ' was likely to turn out an unusually satisfactory stop-gap, came to terms at once. And in a small way John was a success. In his position as second tenor, it was hardly expected of him that he should make a sensation with the public ; but he was expected to be note-perfect in his parts, to put himself into the background as much as was consistent with the con- struction of the scene, as often as he and the leading soprano occupied the stage together, and to be ready and willing to come to the rescue of the management in any emergency that might arise ; and all these expectations he fulfilled to the letter. 270 PENHALA. For his heart was still aglow with grati- tude to his good angel, and he worked like a horse to do credit to her recom- mendation. And so it was that he quietly but surely attained a popular position in the company. Among the men he was ' A good sort of fellow; a bit close about himself; but as fair a chap in business as one could wish to meet ' — which really meant that he carried his unobtrusiveness on the stage to the verge of self-effacement, and allowed other people to claim his share of the applause as well as their own. The honest truth of the matter was, that he cared no- thing for the applause but a very great deal for Miss Fentimore's approval ; and, so long as he got that, he was indifferent to the opinion of the audience. With the ladies he was even a greater favourite than with the men. It is PENHALA. 271 possible that they too appreciated his consistent humble-mindedness on the stage, but they were also attracted by the quiet deference of his bearing towards them ; and his handsome broAvn eyes, and waving chestnut hair, and close silky brown beard, and muscular figure certain- ly did their share, in securing for him the favourable opinion of the female members of the company. And Mary watched his growing popu- larity and the increasing improvement in his morale with a sweet, secret delight. Every little advance he made Avas a source of great gladness to her, and she took more pride, immeasurably more, in every little success he scored with the audience than she had ever taken in her own oTeater triumphs. And he knew exactly how she felt on this point, and the knowledge spurred him on to such constant effort 272 PEXHATA. and endeavour that it told with the audi- ences as, despite his modesty, it was bound to do, and Burlington declared openly that he had never had such a painstaking artist in his employ since he started management. And in those days the Morelli-Fentimore feud waxed secretlv stronojer. Hitherto the Italian's jealousy had been a profes- sional jealousy only ; now it was something more. John's bright, wavy locks, and his sorrow-clouded glance, and the wistfulness of his unfrequent smile had attracted the fancy of the hl^ick-hrowed 2)rima-cIojvia, at the very moment of his presentation ; and when to these advantages was added that marked unobtrusiveness in business, which left the applause entirely at her feet, her heart warmed to this operatic novice as it had never warmed to man before. It was a curious feeling she developed for him, PENHALA. 273 half patronage, half love. Hitherto her consuminof ambition had filled her life, to the exclusion of all gentler passions, and perhaps it was because she so rarely smiled upon a man that now, when she did, she ex- pected her favours to be accepted humbly and responded to with avidity. But this was just what John could not and would- not do. At first Morelli put his unresponsiveness down to modesty, and grew warmer in her encouragement accordingly: but wlien she found there was somethino' besides his difiidence ob- structing her wishes, she grew furious, and vowed to herself that he should find good cause, sooner or later, to regret the slight he had put on her. And just about the time that Xita Morelli discovered the futility of her de- signs upon John, it happened that he had his first and last slight misunderstanding VOL. I. T 274 PENHALA. with Burlington. Burlington wanted him to take oiF his beard for a certain part, and he refused point-blank. ' But you can't possibly play this part with a beard, my dear fellow!' remon- strated the perplexed manager, with a glance at the other members of the com- pany, who were gathered round awaiting the commencement of the rehearsal ; ' and you can hardly expect me to engage a man for this one especial j^art because you object to shave.' ' I expect nothing,' returned John, quietly. 'You must consult your own convenience entirel}^' ' Do you mean that, sooner than take off your beard, you would throw the engagement up altogether?' ^ ' Yes,' answered the second tenor, speak- ing entirely without bluster, but with ab- solute decision. ' I'm afraid I do mean PENHALA. 275 that. Nothing you could offer me in the way of parts or salary would induce me to part with my beard.' ' AYell, I'm blest !' ejaculated Burling- ton, vastly astonished at this sudden exhibition of stubbornness in one he had hitherto found so willing to oblige. He would doubtless have been still more surprised if he had known the real particulars of John's financial position, if he had known that there was nothing be- tween his new tenor and penury but the weekly salary he paid him. However, he neither knew nor guessed at John's poverty. ' That's the worst of you chaps with means of your own, you're so confound- edly independent when you do take a whim into your heads. Xow what is your objection to shaving ? You're not going to tell me it's pure conceit, are you ? Be- T 2 276 PENH ALA. cause if that's it, I can tell you you'd be a sight better looking without the beard than with it.' John Smith smiled in a way which effectually disposed of that view of the matter. ' Then what the deuce are you jibbing at ?' cried the irritated Burlington, with another glance at the interested faces around him. ^ You're such an obliging chap, as a rule ; what on earth do you want to set your back up over such a trifling thing as this for ? It'll put me to no end of inconvenience, you know, to drag the man over from the number two company as often as we want to do this opera ; and that's what I shall have to do if you won't give way. And the weeks he comes to us you'll have to take his place in the other crowd, and you won't like that, I expect.' PENHALA. 277 But John snatched eagerly at this way out of the dilemma. He would not object to the extra travelling at all, and he would make no trouble of an occasional week with the number two company — he would do anything, in short, to oblige Mr. Bur- lington, but dispense with his beard, and that he would not do. Morelli, with the wound to her slighted vanity still raw, seized on the little inci- dent and made all she could of it. To Burlington she held forth on John's ob- stinacy until the good-natured manager was sick of the subject ; among the members of the company she threw out hints of Mr. Smith's possible motives for refusing to take off his beard, and showed her spite so plainly, that they joked among themselves over her disappoint- ment. And she heard of the fun that was being made at her expense, and added 278 PENHALA. it as another mark to her score against the upstart amateur; which was her latest title for unfortunate John. But her veno- mous attacks fell upon barren ground — she was not popular with the company, and John Smith was, and they refused to believe that, because he would not shave, he must needs be a criminal of the deepest dye. And so the breeze passed over ap- parently without doing any damage. But circumstances, which seem slight enough in themselves at the time, occasionally prove of the gravest importance, when the sum total for and against a man's good name comes to be reckoned up. As Miss Fentimore left the theatre at the end of that rehearsal John ventured to offer his escort ; a thing he very seldom did, for he had been scrupulously careful, since joining the company, to avoid doing anything that could bring her PENH ALA. 279 name into association with his. It avouIcI be a queer return to make for her un- paralleled oroodness to him, to lower her fair name by bringing it down to the level of his. This was the reason he had never sought her society privately, striv- ing to content himself with a word or two spoken amid the chatter of the green-room, or the hurry and bustle of departure and arrival on the railway platforms, during their weekly journeyings from town to town. But to-day he felt bound to get a few words with her in private, come what might of it, and so he asked to be allowed to walk to her lodgings with her. There was less familiarity between them now than there had been in the Love Lane days, and they were both conscious of a touch of shyness as they turned away from the stage door, and set their faces towards Prince's Street — for the little arofument 280 PENHALA. happened during their stay in Edinbursjh. All the world seemed to be abroad, this crisp December day, on the wide pavement of the most beautiful street in the world, and as Miss Fentimore and her cavalier threaded their way through the well- dressed crowd they came in for a fair share of observation. For Mary's portrait smiled at the passers from all the music-sellers' windows in the town, and if John was not equally well known, his calling was guess- ed at by the shrewd Scotch folks ; and they were almost as interested in him as in his fair companion. But this morning the}^ were scarcely conscious of the ob- servation they were exciting, they were too deeply absorbed in their own affairs. ' I hope you are not annoyed with me for what happened this morning,' said John, as soon as they were well clear of the theatre. ' It must have seemed so PENm^xA. 281 churlish to refuse to do what Burlington asked, and yet ' ' But that is nonsense !' broke in Mary, brightly. ' Mayn't a man follow his own wishes about the length of his own beard ? How could you think I should be annoyed with you for such a thing?' John smiled his wistful smile round at her, and glanced away again, along the streams of people coming and going ahead of him, before he answered her. ' You see. Miss Fentimore, that is just what I can't do.' There was keen pain underlying the quietness of his voice, and Mary suddenly found herself wishing he would not say what he was going to. ^ That is what I wanted to explain to you. If it was merely a matter of personal whim or liking, do you think I would have held out about it ? Do you think I set so little store by all you have done for me, as to 282 PENHALA. risk the loss of it for tlie indulgence of a paltry bit of vanity ? Did you liear what good-natured old Crawford said about my beard preserving my throat from mischief? Well, that is the real truth of the case ; though perhaps not in just the manner he meant. Have you never realised what an extraordinary change a beard works in a man's appearance ? If I were to dare to take my beard off — you remember what I told you the afternoon you came out to me under the acacia-tree, and first suggested that I should try for this engagement? Something about an accusation hanging over my head, an accusation of a crime I am innocent of?' By her face he saw that she did, and went on without waiting a reply. ' It is because of that that I hold on so desperately to the disguise of my beard. Preserve my throat indeed ! It does more PENHALA. 283 ttan that, Miss Fentimore, it preserves my neck.' She turned her glance to his in blank inquiry, and, reading in a flash the full meaning of his words, she cried out as if he had struck her, and reeled a step apart from him. Quick as thought he twisted her round towards the shop- windows, and placed himself as a shield between her white, terror-stricken face, and the curious obser- vation of the passing crowd. He had not anticipated her terror, and it came as a shock to him ; but he did not lose his self-possession as she had done. ' It never struck me that it might frighten you,' he said, putting her hand under his arm, and making a great dis- play of interest in the contents of the window. ' I would not have told you if I had known, but I thought you had "284 PENHALA. guessed. I forgot that you would most likely be half dead with terror to find yourself in the presence of a sus- pected ' 'No!' she cried, under her breath. • No ! don't say it ! Hush ! let me steady myself The hand clutching so desperately at his coat-sleeve, and the wide-stretched, piteous eyes fixed so searchingly on him, as if she would fain persuade herself that he was only trifling with her, hurt him horribly. This was to be her attitude towards him for the future — a terrified pity, or a pity- ing terror. He was to be a waking night- mare to her! Ah, but he would not though — he would take himself out of her life altogether, rather. ' Poor, scared little child,' he said, tenderly, forgetting his old humility as the necessity for protection arose, ' poor PENHALA. 285 friojhtened little woman ! Why did I pounce the hideous truth out on you like that ? Blundering brute that I am ! I ought to have known how it would shock you. Don't look at me like that — people will wonder — and — it cuts me like a knife.' ' It is terrible !' she muttered, dropping her eyes in obedience to his hint. ' It is ghastly — awful ! I never guessed at — that. I never dreamt your danger was so extreme as that. Oh, why do you stay in the country at all ? Why don't you go away to the other side of the world, where you would be in comparative safety?' ' My safety ? Is it my safety you are thinking of? Is it the thought of my danger that frightened you so?' The dis- covery sent a quick glow through him. Thank God, she was frightened for him rather than of him ! ' Was it your fear 286 PENHALA. for me that knocked you over like that ? It comes upon me in the same way some- times, even now. But that is only when the memory flashes into my mind all in an instant — without a moment's warning, and I see myself already at the finish, pay- ing the penalty for a crime I did not commit. When the recollection of the fate hanging over me comes on me sud- denly in that way, I go faint and sick with the horror of it. At other times, when I force myself to face the possibility quietly, as now, I can keep my cowardice under control.' ' Cowardice ?' she repeated, smiling wanly up at him. ' Cowardice?' They were walking on again now, and had nearly arrived at the end of their journey. ' Well,' he said, answering her smile with one which had plenty of manhood in it, PENHALA. 287 * I don't know what else you call the fear of death. It is a thing that must come to us sooner or later, and since we must die, it ought not to make so much difference whether one dies between the sheets, or in the open air with a rope ' ' Oh, for God's sake, don't, I pray of you !' she gasped. ' If you talk like that, I shall drop dead at your feet.' Her intense anguish was such that he instinctively drew back a step, the better to read the expression of her face. She stood in the open doorway of the Edin- burgh house, with the dense shadow of the public stairway behind her. Strange- ly white and ethereal her face looked against the blackness of the dark entry, but there was something besides terror in it — something which overwhelmed him in a sudden rush of wildly conflicting emotions, which, passing, left him shaking, 288 PENHALA. with a feeling at liis heart as if a hand of ice had grasped it. They had just been talking of cowardice — this would be cowardice indeed, to take advantange of the knowledge which had that instant flashed in on his under- standing! ' You must make allowances for me,' she went on, faintly, and he knew just the pleading smile she wore though he was not looking at her ; for, amid all the blind bewilderment of the moment, he had sense enough to keep his gaze away from hers, knowing the trouble in her face might be too much for him. ' I can't control myself as you can. I go weak and faint when you say those things. And yet, if you could talk to me about it a little, it might be that Will you come in for a few minutes? We can talk better upstairs; and I can't send you away like this.' PENH ALA. 289 She turned and went up the stairs, going slowly, and holding on to the hand- rail as if she felt the need of its assistance, and he followed her. It was the first time he had been in a room inhabited by her since the days in the Sussex cottage ; and even at that mo- ment, amid all the rack and hurry of his brain, he was conscious, as he entered the large, light room looking out on to the Leith road, of the subtle influence of her personality surrounding him. In what it consisted he could not tell, he only felt that if he had stumbled accidentally into this room, without any previous knowledge on the matter, his instinct would have informed him of the individuality of the occupant. She went over to a large, old-fashioned couch between the high windows, and sank on it with an air of exhaustion, and VOL. I. u 290 PENH ALA. pulled off her gloves and removed her veil and hat, and pushed her trembling fingers through the luxuriant masses of hair above her brow, as if even that weight were too much for her head just then. ^ I have often wondered how and when you would next pay me a visit,' she said, smiling sorrowfully across the big room at him. ' I never thought of such circum- stances ' ' You know now why I never came,' he put in, as she broke off in sheer inability to go on. ' Even apart from this, there i& so much in my life that should keep me from pressing my society on a pure, good woman ; but, if there were nothing else, this would be enough. The blight that is on me is contagious. It might spread at any time to those who associate with me. I have tried to keep you free of this PENH ALA. 291 risk — to keep you outside the circle of shadow that hems me in.' ' I understood somethino^ of that,' she said; ' not all, but something of it I under- stood ; and I was sorrv ; and I am sorrv still. Won't you come over here l3y the windows, there is always something to be seen in the streets below, and — I want to say things I dare not say aloud.' He came and stood close by the head of the couch, gazing blindly across the wide space of the road beneath the windows, seeing nothing of the bustle of the street below, conscious only of her white up- turned face close under him. ' First of all I want to scold you,' she went on. ' Why did you not tell me the whole truth at first ? There must be some way out of this terror — there must be, there slicdl be ! We will find it together — you and I. Two heads are better than u2 292 PENH ALA. one. If you had only told me this when you told me the rest, you might have been a free man now, able to throw off the burden you have carried so long.' Her beautiful trust in him touched him to the core of his being, but at her reason- ing he only shook his head, and drew in a long, tremulous breath. ' You don't know,' he said, quietly, ' and I can't explain matters to you. If I could, you would see how hopeless things are for me.' ' Nothing is hopeless !' she cried. ' I will not believe it.' Again he shook his head slightly. • I'm afraid my case is. There are other influences at work — the desire for justice is not the only motive — there is the long- ing for revenge to be reckoned with.' ' Revenge against an innocent man ?' ' Ah, you don't understand ! Innocent PENHALA. 293 of that one crowning iniquity against human life ? Yes. But guilty still of a great deal that calls out for vengeance. There is a man living whose longing to be revenged on me is such, that he would swear away my life without a moment's hesitation.' ' Swear away your life ?' ^ He would swear — he has already sworn — that he saw me, that he himself saw me^ commit the crime I did not commit.' ' He would swear away your life with a lie r ' To be revenged on me for those other sins, yes. There is nothing half-hearted about a Cornishman's revenge.' ' If I could but see him !' ' It would be no use.' He let his glance fall for an instant to her pale face, and pictured her vis-a-vis with. Morris Edyvean. ' To open communication with the past 294 PENHALA. would only be to put tlie noose round my neck. There is nothing for it but to bear the burden as best I can.' She put her hand over her eyes, and murmured brokenly, ' It is terrible — terrible !' ' Yes ; sometimes it is very terrible. If I were altogether innocent of \Yrong-doing in the matter, I could bear it better. But there is always the memory that, though I did not in very deed take away a fellow- creature's life, I am responsible for the circumstances that led to her death. And sometimes I think the stain of blood- guiltiness is on my soul, as truly as if I had wilfully hurried that poor child into eternity, and that in the end I am bound to be hanged for it. Xow and then, when I am alone, this idea — that my end is pre- ordained, that, do what I Avill, I shall hang ultimately — gets such a hold on me, that TENHALA. 295 I feel madness coming on, and I rush away, out into the streets, anywhere where there are people, and talk to a shoe-lDlack, or a crossing-sweeper, or anybody who will listen to me till the mad terror passes again.' She still sat Avith her hand over her eyes, and he thought she was crying. It was the first time he had known her give way to such a weakness. It smote him with a new touch of sorrow to know that the unusual tears were shed on his ac- count. If it had but been possible for him to gather her up in his arms and com- fort her ! But such joy was not for him. He stood looking down at her bent head for a shorr space, with his eyes full of a grievous heart-hunger, a heart-hunger which he must endure to the end in si- lence, l)ecause he did not dare make an effort to satisfy it. 296 PENH ALA. ' I suppose it is part of the cloud tliat is over me,' lie said, ' that no one can be orood to me without suiFerins; for it. See -what distress I have brought on you — you to whom I owe a gratitude past the wit of man to measure. But that at least I can prevent in the future, and I will. God bless you for your sweet sympathy ! It makes me realise that I cannot be wholly lost, when such a one as you can weep for me.' He stooped and kissed the back of her hand, as it still sheltered her face from observation, and, turning swiftly, strode without a backward glance or a faltering step from the room. END OF THE FIKST VOLUME. 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