Mary Anerley. A Yorkshire tale

Chapter 1. Headstrong And Headlong

Far from any house, or hut, in the depth of dreary moorland, a road, unfenced and almost unformed, descends to a rapid river. The crossing is called the " Seven Corpse Ford," because a large party of farmers, riding home ward from Middleton, banded together and perhaps well-primed through fear of a famous highwayman, came down to this place on a foggy evening, after heavy rainfall. One of the company set before them what the power of the water was, but they laughed at him and spurred into it, and one alone spurred out of it. Whether taken with fright, or with too much courage, they laid hold of one another, VOL. I. B MART ANERLEY. and seven out of eight of them, all large farmers, and thoroughly understanding land, came never upon it alive again ; and their bodies, being found upon the ridge that cast them up, gave a dismal name to a place that never was merry in the best of weather.

However, worse things than this had hap pened ; and the country is not chary of its living, though apt to be scared of its dead ; and so the ford came into use again, with a little attempt at improvement. For those farmers being beyond recall, and their families hard to provide for, Richard Yordas of Scar gate Hall, the chief owner of the neighbour hood, set a long heavy stone up on either brink, and stretched a strong chain between them; not only to mark out the course of the shallow, whose shelf is askew to the chan nel, but also that any one being washed away might fetch up, and feel how to save himself. For the Tees is a violent water sometimes, and the safest way to cross it is to go on till you come to a good stone bridge. Now forty years after that sad destruction of brave but not well-guided men, and thirty years after the chain was fixed, that their sons might not go after them, another thing HEADSTRONG AND HEADLONG. 3 happened at " Seven Corpse Ford," worse than the drowning of the farmers.

Or, at any rate, it made more stir (which is of wider spread than sorrow) because of the eminence of the man, and the length and width of his property. Neither could any one at first believe in so quiet an end to so turbulent a course. Nevertheless it came to pass, as lightly as if he were a reed or a bubble of the river that belonged to him. It was upon a gentle evening, a few days after Michaelmas of 1777. No flood was in the river then, and no fog on the moorland, only the usual course of time, keeping the silent company of stars. The young moon was down, and the hover of the sky (in doubt of various lights) was gone, and the equal spread of obscurity soothed the eyes of any reasonable man. But the man who rode down to the river that night had little love of reason. Head strong chief of a headlong race, no will must depart a hair's breadth from his ; and fifty years of arrogant port had stiffened a neck too stiff at birth.

Even now in the dim light his large square form stood out against the sky, like a cromlech, and his heavy arms b MAEY ANERLEY. swung like gnarled boughs of oak, for a storm of wrath was moving him. In his youth he had rebelled against his father; and now his own son was a rebel to him. " Good, my boy, good ! " he said within his grizzled beard, while his eyes shone with fire, like the flints beneath his horse ; " you have had your own way, have you, then ? But never shall you step upon an acre of your own, and your timber shall be the gallows. Done, my boy, once and for ever." Philip, the squire, the son of Richard, and father of Duncan Yordas, with fierce satisfaction struck the bosom of his heavy Brad ford riding-coat, and the crackle of parchment replied to the blow, while with the other hand he drew rein on the brink of Tees sliding rapidly.

The water was dark with the twinkle of stars, and wide with the vapour of the valley ; but Philip Yordas in the rage of triumph laughed and spurred his reflecting horse. " Fool ! " he cried without an oath — no Yordas ever used an oath, except in playful moments — " fool ! what fear you ? There hangs my respected father's chain. Ah, he HEADSTRONG AND HEADLONG. 5 was something like a man ! Had I ever dared to flout him so, he would have hanged me with it." Wild with his wrong, he struck the rowel deep into the flank of his wading horse, and in scorn of the depth drove him up the river. The shoulders of the swimming horse broke the swirhng water, as he panted and snorted against it; and if Philip Yordas had drawn back at once, he might even now have crossed safely. But the fury of his blood was up, the stronger the torrent the fiercer his will, and the fight between passion and power went on.

The poor horse was fain to swerve back at last ; but he struck him on the head with a carabine, and shouted to the torrent, — " Drown me, if you can. My father used to say that I was never born to drown. My own water drown me ! That would be a little too much insolence." " Too much insolence" were his last words. The strength of the horse was exhausted. The beat of his legs grew short and faint, the white of his eyes rolled piteously, and the gurgle of his breath subsided. His heavy head dropped under water, and his sodden crest rolled over, like seaweed where a wave breaks. The stream had him all at its mercy, and showed no more than his savage master had, but swept him a wallowing lump away, and over the reef of the crossing. With both feet locked in the twisted stirrups, and right arm broken at the elbow, the rider was swung (like the mast of a wreck) and flung with his head upon his father's chain.

There he was held by his great square chin — for the jar of his backbone stunned him — and the weight of the swept-away horse broke the neck which never had known how to bend. In the morn ing a peasant found him there, not drowned but hanged, with eyes wide open, a swaying corpse upon a creaking chain. So his father (though long in the grave) was his death, as he often had promised to be to him ; while he (with the habit of his race) clutched fast with dead hand on dead bosom, the instrument securing the starvation of his son. Of the Yordas family truly was it said, that the will of God was nothing to their will — as long as the latter lasted — and that every man of them scorned all Testament, old or new, except his own.

Chapter II. Scargate Hall

Nearly twenty-four years had passed since Philip Yordas was carried to his last (as well as his first) repose, and Scargate Hall had enjoyed some rest from the turbulence of owners. For as soon as Duncan (Philip's son, whose marriage had maddened his father) was clearly apprised by the late squire's lawyer of his disinheritance, he collected his own little money and his wife's, and set sail for India. His mother, a Scotchwoman of good birth, but evil fortunes, had left him something ; and his bride (the daughter of his father's greatest foe) was not altogether empty-handed. His sisters were forbidden by the will to help him with a single penny ; and Philippa, the elder, declaring and be lieving that Duncan had killed her father, strictly obeyed the injunction. But Eliza, being of a softer kind, and herself then in love with Captain Carnaby, would gladly have aided her only brother, but for his stern refusal.

In such a case, a more gentle nature than ever endowed a Yordas might have grown hardened and bitter; and Duncan, being of true Yordas fibre (thickened and toughened writh slower Scotch sap) was not of the sort to be ousted lightly, and grow at the feet of his supplanters. Therefore he cast himself on the winds, in search of fairer soil, and was not heard of in his native land; and Scargate Hall and estates were held by the sisters in joint-tenancy, with remainder to the first son born of whichever it might be of them. And this was so worded through the hurry of their father to get some one established in the place of his own son. But from paltry passions, turn away a little while to the things which excite, but are not excited by them. Scargate Hall stands, high and old, in the wildest andmost rugged part of the wild and rough North Riding.

Many are the tales about it, in the few and humble cots, scat tered in the modest distance, mainly to look up at it. In spring and summer, of the years that have any, the height and the air are not only fine, but even fair and pleasant. So do the shadows and the sunshine wander, elbow ing into one another on the moor, and so does the glance of smiling foliage soothe the aus terity of crag and scaur. At such time also, the restless torrent (whose fury has driven content away through many a short day and long night) is not in such desperate hurry to bury its troubles in the breast of Tees, but spreads them in language that sparkles to the sun, or even makes leisure to turn into corners of deep brown study about the people on its banks — especially perhaps the miller. But never had this impetuous water more reason to stop and reflect upon people of greater importance, who called it their own, than now when it was at the lowest of itself, in August of the year 1801.

From time beyond date the race of Yordas had owned and inhabited this old place. From them the river, and the river's valley, and the mountain of its birth took name, or else per haps gave name to them ; for the history of the giant Yordas still remains to be written, and the materials are scanty. His present descendants did not care an old song for his memory, even if he ever had existence to produce it. Piety (whether in the Latin sense or English) never had marked them for her own ; their days were long in the land, through a long inactivity of the Decalogue. And yet in some manner this lawless race had been as a law to itself throughout. From age to age came certain gifts and certain ways of management, which saved the family life from falling out of rank and land and lot. From deadly feuds, exhausting suits, and ruinous profusion, when all appeared lost, there had always arisen a man of direct lineal stock, to retrieve the estates and reprieve the name.

And what is still more conducive to the longevity of families, no member had appeared as yet of a power too large and an aim too lofty, whose eminence must be cut short with axe, outlawry, and attainder. Therefore there ever had been a Yordas, good or bad (and by his own showing more often of the latter kind), to stand before heaven, and hold the land, and harass them that dwelt thereon. But now at last the world seemed to be threatened with the extinction of a fine old name. When Squire Philip died in the river, as above recorded, his death, from one point of view, was dry, since nobody shed a tear for him, unless it was his child Eliza. Still he was missed and lamented in speech, and even in eloquent speeches, having been a very strong Justice of the Peace, as well as the foremost of riotous gentlemen keeping the order of the county.

He stood above them in his firm resolve to have his own way always, and his way was so crooked that the difficulty was to get out of it and let him have it. And when he was dead, it was either too good or too bad to believe in; and even after he was buried it was held that this might be only another of his tricks. But after his ghost had been seen repeatedly, sitting on the chain and swearing, it began to be known that he was gone indeed, and the relief afforded by his absence endeared him to sad memory. Moreover his good successors enhanced the relish of scandal about him, by seeming themselves to be always so dry, distant, and unimpeachable. Especially so did " My Lady Philippa," as the elder daughter was called by all the tenants and dependents, though the family now held no title of honour.

Mistress Yordas, as she was more correctly styled by usage of the period, was a maiden lady of fine presence, un cumbered as yet by weight of years, and only dignified thereby. Stately, and straight, and substantial of figure, firm but not coarse of feature, she had reached her forty-fifth year without an ailment or a wrinkle. Her eyes were steadfast, clear, and bright, well able to second her distinct calm voice, and handsome still, though their deep blue had waned into a quiet, impenetrable grey ; while her broad clear forehead, straight nose, and red lips might well be considered as comely as ever, at least by those who loved her. Of these, however, there were not many ; and she was content to have it so. Mrs. Carnaby, the younger sister, would not have been content to have it so. Thouo-h not of the weak lot which is enfeoffed to popu larity, she liked to be regarded kindly, and would rather win a smile than exact a curtsey.

Continually it was said of her that she was no genuine Yordas, though really she had all the pride, and all the stubbornness of that race, enlarged perhaps, but little weakened, by severe afflictions. This lady had lost a be loved husband, Colonel Carnaby, killed in battle ; and after that four children of the five she had been so proud of. And the waters of affliction had not turned to bitterness in her soul. Concerning the outward part — which mat ters more than the inward, at first hand — Mrs. Carnaby had no reason to complain of fortune. She had started well as a very fine baby, and grown up well into a lovely maiden, passing through wedlock into a sightlymatron, gentle, fair, and showing reason. For generations it had come to pass that those of the Yordas race who deserved to be cut off for their doings out of doors were followed by ladies of decorum, self-restraint, and regard for their neighbour's landmark.

And so it was now with these two ladies, the handsome Philippa and the fair Eliza leading a peaceful and reputable life, and carefully studying their rent-roll. It was not, however, in the fitness of things that quiet should reign at Scargate Hall for a quarter of a century ; and one strong element of disturbance grew already manifest. Under the will of Squire Philip the heir apparent was the one surviving child of Mrs. Car naby. If ever a mortal life was saved by dint of sleepless care, warm coddling, and perpetual doctoring, it was the precious life of Master Lancelot Yordas Carnaby. In him all the mischief of his race revived, without the strong substance to carry it off. Though his parents were healthy and vigorous, he was of weakly constitution, which would not have been half so dangerous to him, if his mind also had been weakly.

But his mind (or at any rate that rudiment thereof which appears in the shape of self-will even before the teeth appear) was a piece of muscular contortion, tough as oak, and hard as iron. " Pet" was his name with his mother and his aunt ; and his enemies (being the rest of mankind) said that pet was his name and his nature. For this dear child could brook no denial, no slow submission to his wishes ; whatever he wanted must come in a moment, punctual as an echo. In him reappeared not the stub bornness only, but also the keen ingenuity of Yordas in finding out the very thing that never should be done, and then the unerrino* perception of the way in which it could be done most noxiously. Yet any one looking at his eyes would think how tender and bright must his nature be ! " He favoureth his fore elders ; how can he help it ?" kind people exclaimed, when they knew him.

And the servants of the house excused themselves when condemned for putting up with him, " Naa, ye dawn't knaw t' yoong Maaster. He's that fratchy and auld-farrand he mun gau' 's own gaat, if ye wean't chawk him." Being too valuable to be choked, he got his own way always.

Chapter III

A DISAPPOINTING APPOINTMENT. For the sake of Pet Carnaby and of them selves, the ladies of the house were disquieted now, in the first summer weather of a change ful year, the year of our Lord 1801. And their trouble arose as follows : — There had long been a question between the sisters and Sir Walter Carnaby, brother of the late colonel, about an exchange of out lying land, which would have to be ratified by "Pet" hereafter. Terms being settled and agreement signed, the lawyers fell to at the linked sweetness of deducing title. The ab stract of the Yordas title was nearly as big as the parish Bible, so in and out had their deal ings been, and so intricate their pugnacity. Among the many other of the Yordas freaks was a fatuous and generally fatal one. For the slightest miscarriage they discharged their lawyer, and leaped into the office of a new one !

Has any man moved in the affairs of men, with a grain of common sense, or half a penny-weight of experience, without being taught that an old tenter-hook sits easier to him than a new one ? And not only that, but in shifting* his quarters he may leave some truly fundamental thing behind. Old Mr. Jellicorse, of Middleton in Tees dale, had won golden opinions everywhere. He was an uncommonly honest lawyer, highly incapable of almost any trick, and lofty in his view of things, when his side of them was the legal one. He had a large collection of those interesting boxes which are to a lawyer and his family better than caskets of silver and gold ; and especially were his shelves fur nished with what might be called the library of the Scargate title-deeds. He had been proud to take charge of these nearly thirty years ago, and had married on the strength of them, though warned by the rival from whom they were wrested that he must not hope to keep them long.

However, through the peaceful incumbency of ladies, they re mained in his office all those years. vol. I. c This was the gentleman who had drawn and legally sped to its purport the will of the lamented Squire Philip ; who refused very clearly to leave it, and took horse to flourish it at his rebellious son. Mr. Jellicorse had done the utmost, as behoved him, against that rancorous testament ; but meet ing with silence more savage than words, and a bow to depart, he had yielded; and the Squire stamped about the room until his job was finished. A fact accomplished, whether good or bad, improves in character with every revolution of this little world around the sun, that heavenly example of subservience. And now Mr. Jellicorse was well convinced, as nothing had occurred to disturb that will, and the life of the testator had been sacrificed to it, and the devisees under it were his own good clients, and some of his finest turns of words were in it, and the preparation, execution, and attestation, in an hour and ten minutes of the office clock, had never been equalled in Yorkshire before, and perhaps never honestly in London — taking all these things into conscious or unconscious balance, Mr. Jellicorse grew into the clear conviction that •" righteous and wise " were the words to be used whenever this will was spoken of.

With pleasant remembrance of the starve ling fees wherewith he used to charge the public, ere ever his golden spurs were won, the prosperous lawyer now began to run his eye through a duplicate of an abstract furnished upon some little sale about forty years before. This would form the basis of the abstract now to be furnished to Sir Walter Carnaby, with little to be added but the will of Philip Yordas, and statement of facts to be verified. Mr. Jellicorse was fat, but very active still ; he liked good living, but he liked to earn it, and could not sit down to his dinner without feehng that he had helped the Lord to provide these mercies. He carried a pencil on his chain, and liked to use it ere ever he began with knife and fork. For the young men in the office, as he always said, knew nothing.

The day was very bright and clear, and the sun shone through soft lilac leaves on more important folios, while Mr. Jellicorse, with happy sniffs — for his dinner was roasting in the distance — drew a single line here, or a double line there, or a gable on the margin o of the paper, to show his head clerk what to cite, and in what letters, and what to omit, in the abstract to be rendered. For the good solicitor had spent some time in the chambers of a famous conveyancer in London, and prided himself upon deducing title, directly, exhaustively, and yet tersely, in one word, scientifically, and not as the mere quill-driver. The title to the hereditaments, now to be given in exchange, went back for many generations ; but as the deeds were not to pass, Mr. Jellicorse, like an honest man, drew a line across, and made a star at one quite old enough to begin with, in which the little moorland farm in treaty now was specified.

With hum and ha of satisfaction he came down the records, as far as the settlement made upon the marriage of Richard Yordas of Scargate Hall, Esquire, and Eleanor, the daughter of Sir Fursan de Roos. This document created no entail, for strict settlements had never been the manner of the race ; but the property assured in trust, to satisfy the jointure, was then declared subject to joint and surviving powers of appointment limited to the issue of the marriage, with remainder to the uses of the will of the aforesaid Richard Yordas, or, failing such will, to his right heirs for ever. All this was usual enough, and Mr. Jelli corse heeded it little, having never heard of any appointment, and knowing that Richard, the grandfather of his clients, had died, as became a true Yordas, in a fit of fury with a poor tenant, intestate, as well as unrepentant.

The lawyer, being a slightly pious man, afforded a little sigh to this remembrance, and lifted his finger to turn the leaf, but the leaf stuck a moment, and the paper being raised at the very best angle to the sun he saw, or seemed to see, a faint red line, just over against that appointment clause. And then the yellow margin showed some faint red marks. " Well, I never — " Mr. Jellicorse exclaimed, " certainly never saw these marks before. Diana, where are my glasses ?" Mrs. Jellicorse had been to see the potatoes on (for the new cook simply made " kettlefuls of fish" of everything put upon the fire), and now at her husband's call she went to her work-box for his spectacles, which he was not allowed to wear except on Sundays, for fear of injuring his eyesight. Equipped with these, and drawing nearer to the window, the lawyer gradually made out this — first a broad faint line of red, as if some attorney, now a ghost, had cut his finger, and over against that in small round hand the letters " v. b. c." Mr. Jellicorse could swear that they were "v.b.c." " Don't ask me to eat any dinner to-day," he exclaimed, when his wife came to fetch him.

" Diana, I am occupied ; go and eat it up without me." " Nonsense, James," she answered calmly ; " you never get any clever thoughts by starving." Moved by this reasoning, he submitted, fed his wife and children, and own good self, and then brought up a bottle of old Spanish wine, to strengthen the founts of discovery. Whose writing was that upon the broad marge of ver bosity ? Why had it never been observed be fore ? Above all, what was meant by " v.b. c." ? Unaided, he might have gone on for ever, to the bottom of a butt of Xeres wine ; but finding the second glass better than the first, he called to Mrs. Jellicorse, who was in the garden gathering striped roses, to come and have a sip with him, and taste the yellow cherries. And when she came promptly with the flowers in her hand, and their youngest little daughter making sly eyes at the fruit, bothered as he was, he could not help smiling and saying, " Oh !

Diana, what is ' v. b. c' ?" " Very black currants, papa !" cried Emily, dancing a long bunch in the air. " Hush, dear child, you are getting too for ward," said her mother, though proud of her quickness. " James, how should I know what ' v. b. c' is ? But I wish most heartily that you would rid me of my old enemy, box C. I want to put a hanging-press in that corner, instead of which you turn the very passages into office." " Box C ? I remember no box C." " You may not have noticed the letter C upon it, but the box you must know as well as I do. It belongs to those proud Yordas people, who hold their heads so high, forsooth, as if nobody but themselves belonged to a good old county family ! That makes me hate the box the more." " I will take it out of your way at once. I may want it. It should be with the others.

I know it as well as I know my snuff-box. It was Aberthaw who put it in that corner ; but I had forgotten that it was lettered. The others are all numbered." Of course Mr. Jellicorse was not weak enough to make the partner of his bosom the partner of his business ; and much as she longed to know why he had put an unusual question to her, she trusted to the future for discovery of that point. She left him, and he with no undue haste — for the business, after all, was not his own — began to follow out his train of thought, in manner much as follows : — " This is that old Duncombe's writing, ' Dunder-headed Duncombe,' as he used to be called in his lifetime, but ' Long-headed Dun combe ' afterwards. None but his wife knew whether he was a wise man, or a wise-acre. Perhaps either, according to the treatment he received.

Richard Yordas treated him badly ; that may have made him wiser. V. b. c. means ' vide box C,' unless I am greatly mistaken. He wrote those letters as plainly and clearly as he could against this power of appointment as recited here. But afterwards, with knife and pounce, he scraped them out, as now becomes plain with this magnifying glass; probably he did so when all these archives, as he used to call them, were rudely ordered over to my predecessor. A nice bit of revenge, if my suspicions are correct ; and a pretty confusion will follow it." The lawyer's suspicions proved too correct. He took that box to his private room, and with some trouble unlocked it. A damp and musty smell came forth, as when a man delves a potato-bury ; and then appeared layers of parchment yellow and brown, in and out with one another, according to the curing of the sheepskin, perhaps, or the age of the sheep when he began to die ; skins much older than any man's who handled them, and dryer than the brains of any lawyer.

" Anno Jacobi tertio, and Quadragesimo Elisabethæ ! How nice it sounds ! " Mr. Jelli corse exclaimed ; " they ought all to go in, and be charged for. People to be satisfied with sixty years' title ! Why, bless the Lord, I am sixty-eight myself, and could buy and sell the grammar-school at eight years old. It is no security, no security at all. What did the learned Bacupiston say ? ' If a rogue only lives to be a hundred and eleven, he may have been for ninety years dis-seised, and nobody alive to know it ! ' " Older and older grew the documents as the lawyer's hand travelled downwards ; any flaw or failure must have been healed by lapse of time long and long ago ; dust and grime and mildew thickened, ink became paler, and con tractions more contorted; it was rather an antiquary's business now than a lawyer's to decipher them.