Stephen Archer; and other tales

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STEPHEN ARCHEB * 1

THE GIFTS OF THE CHILD CHBIST 26

Chapter 1

My hearers, we grow old,” said the preacher. “ Be it summer or be it spring with us now, autumn will soon settle down into winter, that winter whose snow melts only in the grave. The wind of the world sets for the tomb. Some of us rejoice to be swept along on its swift wings, and hear it bellowing in the hollows of earth and sky ; but it will grow a terror to the man of trembling limb and withered brain, until at length he will long for the shelter of the tomb to escape its roaring and buffeting. Happy the man who shall then be able to believe that old age itself, with its pitiable decays and sad dreams of youth, is the chastening of the Lord, a sure sign of his love and his fatherhood.”

It was the first Sunday in Advent; but the chastening of the Lord ” came into almost every sermon that man preached.

“ Eloquent ! But after all, can this kind of thing be true?” said to himself a man of about thirty, who sat decorously listening. For many years he had thought he believed this kind of thing — but of late he was not so sure.

Beside him sat his wife, in her new winter bonnet, her pretty face turned up toward the preacher; but her eyes — nothing else — revealed that she was not listening. She was much younger than her husband — hardly twenty, indeed.

In the upper corner of the pew sat a pale-faced child about five, sucking her thumb, and staring at the preacher.

The sermon over, they walked home in proximity. The husband looked gloomy, and his eyes sought the ground. The wife looked more smiling than cheerful, and her pretty eyes went hither and thither. Behind them walked the child — steadily, “ with levelfronting eyelids.”

It was a late-built region of large, commonplace houses, and at one of them they stopped and entered. The door of the dining-room was open, showing the table laid for their Sunday dinner. The gentleman passed on to the library behind it, the lady went up to her bedroom, and the child a stage higher to the nursery.

It wanted half an hour to dinner. Mr. Greatorex sat down, drummed with his fingers on the arm of his easy-chair, took up a l30ok of arctic exploration, threw it again on the table, got up, and went to the smoking-room. He had built it for his wife’s sake, but was often glad of it for his own. Again he seated himself, took a cigar, and smoked gloomily.

Having reached her bedroom, Mrs. Greatorex took off her bonnet, and stood for ten minutes turning it round and round. Earnestly she regarded it — now gave a twist to the wire-stem of a flower, then spread wider the loop of a bow. She was meditating what it lacked of perfection rather than brooding over its merits : she was keen in bonnets.

Little Sophy — or, as she called herself by a transposition of consonant sounds common with children, Phosy — found her nurse Alice in the nursery. But she was lost in the pages of a certain London weekly, which had found her in a mood open to its influences, and did not even look up when the child entered. With some effort Phosy drew off her gloves, and with more difficulty untied her hat. Then she took off her jacket, smoothed her hair, and retreated to a corner. There a large shabby doll lay upon her little chair : she took it up, disposed it gently upon the bed, seated herself in its place, got a little book from where she had left it under the chair, smoothed down her skirts, and began simultaneously to read and suck her thumb. The book was an unhealthy one, a cup filled to the brim with a poverty-stricken and selfish religion : such are always breaking Dut like an eruption here and there over the body of the Church, doing their part, doubtless, in carrying off the evil humours generated by poverty of blood, or the congestion of self-preservation. It is wonderful out of what spoiled fruit some children will suck sweetness.

But she did not read far : her thoughts went back to a phrase which had haunted her ever since first she went to church : “ Whom the Lord loveth, he chasteneth.”

“ I wish he would chasten me,” she thought for the hundredth time.

The small Christian had no suspicion that her whole life had been a period of chastening — that few children indeed had to live in such a sunless atmosphere as hers.

Alice threw, down the newspaper, gazed from the window into the back-yard of the next house, saw nothing but an elderly manservant brushing a garment, and turned upon Sophy.

“ Why don’t you hang up your jacket, miss ? ” she said, sharply.

The little one rose, opened the wardrobedoor wide, carried a chair to it, fetched her jacket from the bed, clambered up on the chair, and, leaning far forward to reach a peg, tumbled right into the bottom of the wardrobe.

“ You clumsy ! ” exclaimed the nurse angrily, and pulling her out by the arm, shook her.

Alice was not generally rough to her, but there were reasons to-day.

Phosy crept back to her seat, pale, frightened, and a little hurt. Alice hung up the jacket, closed the wardrobe, and, turning, contemplated her own pretty face and neat figure in the glass opposite. The dinner-bell rang.

“ There, I declare ! ” she cried, and wheeled round on Phosy. “ And your hair not brushed yet, miss ! Will you ever learn to do a thing without being told it? Thank goodness, I shan’t be plagued with you long ! But I pity her as comes after me : I do ! ”

“ If the Lord would but chasten me ! ” said the child to herself, as she rose and laid down her book with a sigh.

The maid seized her roughly by the arm, and brushed her hair with an angry haste that made the child’s eyes water, and herself feel a little ashamed at the sight of them.

“ How could anybody love such a troublesome chit ? ” she said, seeking the comfort of justification from the child herself.

Another sigh was the poor little damsel’s only answer. She looked very white and solemn as she entered the dining-room.

Mr. Greatorex was a merchant in the City. But he was more of a man than a merchant, which all merchants are not. Also, he was more scrupulous in his dealings than some merchants in the same line of business, who yet stood as well with the world as he ; but, on the other hand, he had the meanness to pride himself upon it as if it had been something he might have done without and yet held up his head.

Some six years before, he had married to please his parents ; and a year before, he had married to please himself. His first wife had intellect, education, and heart, but little individuality — not enough to reflect the individuality of her husband. The consequence was, he found her uninteresting. He was kind and indulgent however, and not even her best friend blamed him much for manifesting nothing beyond the average devotion of husbands. But in truth his wife had great capabilities, only they had never ripened, and when she died, a fortnight after giving birth to Sophy, her husband had not a suspicion of the large amount of undeveloped power that had passed away with her.

Her child was so like her both in countenance and manner that he was too constantly reminded of her unlamented mother ; and he loved neither enough to discover that, in a sense as true as marvellous, the child was the very flower-bud of her mother’s nature, in which her retarded blossom had yet a chance of being slowly carried to perfection. Love alone gives insight, and the father took her merely for a miniature edition of the volume which he seemed to have laid aside for ever in the dust of the earth’s lumberroom. Instead, therefore, of watering the roots of his little human slip from the well of his afi*ections, he had scarcely as yet perceived more in relation to her than that he was legally accountable for her existence, and bound to give her shelter and food. If he had questioned himself on the matter, he would have replied that love was not wanting, only waiting upon her growth, and the development of something to interest him.

Little right as he had had to expect anything from his first marriage, he had yet cherished some hopes therein — tolerably vague, it is true, yet hardly faint enough, it would seem, for he was disappointed in them. When its bonds fell from him, however, he flattered himself that he had not worn them in vain, but had through them arrived at a knowledge of women as rare as profound. But whatever the reach of this knowledge, it was not sufficient to prevent him from harbouring the presumptuous hope of so choosing and so fashioning the heart and mind of a woman that they should be as concave mirrors to his own. I do not mean that he would have admitted the figure, but such was really the end he blindly sought. I wonder how many of those who have been disappointed in such an attempt have been thereby aroused to the perception of what a frightful failure their success would have been on both sides. It was bad enough that Augustus Greatorex’s theories had cramped his own development ; it would have been ten-fold worse had they been \)perative to the stunting of another soul.

Letty Mere wether was the daughter of a bishop in partihus. She had been burn tolerably innocent, had grown up more than tolerably pretty, and was, when she came to England at the age of sixteen, as nearly a genuine example of Locke’s sheet of white paper as could well have fallen to the hand of such an experimenter as Grreatorex would fain become.

In his suit he had prospered — perhaps too easily. He loved the girl, or at lea^^t loved the modified reflection of her in his own mind; while she, thoroughly admiring the dignity, good looks, and accomplishments of the man whose attentions flattered her selfopinion, accorded him defeience enough to encourage his vainest hopes. Although she knew little, fluttering over the merest surfaces of existence, she had sense enough to know that he talked sense to her, and foolishness enough to put it down to her own credit, while for the sense itself she cared little or nothing. And Greatorex, without even knowing what she was rough-hewn for, would take upon him to shape her ends ! — an ambition the Divinity never permits to succeed : he who fancies himself the carver finds himself but the chisel, or indeed perhaps only the mallet, in the hand of the true workman.

During the days of his courtship, then, Letty listened and smiled, or answered with what he took for a spiritual response, when it was merely a brain-eclio. Looking down into the pond of her being, whose surface was not yet ruffled by any bubbling of springs from below, he saw the reflection of himself and was satisfied. An able man on his hobby looks a centaur of wisdom and folly ; but if he be at all a wise man, the beast will one day or other show him the jade’s favour of unseating him. Meantime Augustus G-reatorex was fooled, not by poor little Letty, who was not capable of fooling him, but by himself. Letty had made no pretences ; had been interested, and had shown her interest; had understood, or seemed to understand, what he said to her, and forgotten it the next moment — had no pocket to put it in, did not know what to do with it, and let it drop into the Limbo of Yanity. They had not been married iriany days before the scouts of advancing disappointment were upon them. Augustus resisted manfully for a time. But the truth was each of the two had to become a great deal more than either was, before any approach to unity was possible. He tried to interest her in one subject alter another — tried her first, I am ashamed to say, with political economy. In that instance, when he came home to dinner he found that she had not got beyond the first page of the book he had left with her. But she had the best of excuses, namely, that of that page she had not understood a sentence.

He saw his mistake, and tried her with poetry. But Milton, with whom unfortunately he commenced his approaches, was to her, if not equally unintelligible, equally uninteresting. He tried her next with the elements of science, but with no better success. He returned to poetry, and read some of the Faerie Queene with her : she was, or seemed to be, interested in all his talk about it, and inclined to go on with it in his absence, but found the fir^t stanza she tried more than enough without him to give life to it. She could give it none, and therefore it gave her none. I believe she read a chapter of the Bible every day, but the only books she read with any real interest were novels of a sort that Augustus despised. It never occurred to him that he ought at once to have made friends of this Momus of unrighteousness, for by them he might have found entrance to the sealed chamber. He ought to have read with her the books she did like, for by them only could he make her think, and from them alone could he lead her to better. It is but from the very step upon which one stands that one can move to the next. Besides these books, there was nothing in her scheme of the universe but fashion, dress, calls, the park, other-peopledom, concerts, plays, churchgoing — whatever could show itself on the frosted glass of her camera obscura — make an interest of motion and colour in her darkened chamber. Without these, her bosom’s mis* tress would have found life unendurable, for not yet had she ascended her throne, but lay on the floor of her nursery, surrounded with toys that imitated life.

It was no wonder, therefore, that Augustus was at length compelled to allow himself disappointed. That it was the fault of his selfconfidence made the thing no whit better. He was too much of a man not to cherish a certain tenderness for her, but he soon found to his dismay that it had begun to be mingled with a shadow of contempt. Against this he struggled, but with fluctuating success. He st()pped later and later at business, and when he came home spent more and more of his time in the smoking-room, where by and by he had bookshelves put up. Occasionally he would accept an invitation to dinner and accompany his wife, but he detested evening parties, and when Letty, who never refused an invitation if she could help it, went to one, he remained at home with his books. But his power of reading began to diminish. He became restless and irritable. Something kept gnawing at his heart. There was a sore spot in it. The spot grew larger and larger, and by degrees the centre of his consciousness came to be a soreness : his cherished idea had been fooled ; he had taken a silly girl for a woman of undeveloped wealth ; — a bubble, a surface whereon fair colours chased each other, for a hearted crystal.

On her part, Letty too had her grief, which, unlike Augustus, she did not keep to herself, receiving in return from more than one of her friends the soothing assurance that Augustus was only like all other men ; that women were but their toys, which they cast away when weary of them. Letty did not see that she was herself making a toy of her life, or that Augustus was right in refusing to play with such a costly and delicate thing. Neither did Augustus see that, having, by his own blunder, married a mere child, he was bound to deal with her as one, and not let the child suffer for his fault more than what could not be helped. It is not by pressing our insights upon them, but by bathing the sealed eyelids of the human kittens, that we can help them.

And all the time poor little Phosy was left to the care of Alice, a clever, careless, goodhearted, self-satisfied damsel, who, although seldom so rough in her behaviour as we have just seen her, abandoned the child almost entirely to her own resources. It was often she sat alone in the nursery, wishing the Lord would chasten her — because then he would love her.

The first course was nearly over ere Augustus had brought himself to ask —

“ What did you think of the sermon to-day, Letty ? ”

“Not much,” answered Letty. “ I am not fond of finery. I prefer simplicity.”

Augustus lield liis peace bitterly. For it was just finery in a sermon, without knowing it, that Letty was fond of : what seemed to him a flimsy syllabub of sacred things, beaten up with the whisk of composition, was charming to Letty ; while, on the contrary, if a man such as they had been listening to was carried away by the thoughts that struggled in him for utterance, the result, to her judgment, was finery, and the object display. In excuse it must be remembered that she had been used to her father’s style, which no one could have aspersed with lack of sobriety.

Presently she spoke again.

“ Gus, dear, couldn’t you make up your mind for once to go with me to Lady Ashdaile’s to-morrow ? I am getting quite ashamed of appearing so often without you.”

‘‘ There is another way of avoiding that unpleasantness,” remarked her husband drily.

“ You cruel creature ! ” returned Letty playfully. “ But I must go this once, for I promised Mrs. Holden.”

“ You know, Letty,” said her husband, after a little pause, “ it gets of more and more consequence that you should not I’atigue yourself. By keeping such late hours in such stifling rooms you are endangering two lives — remember that, Letty. If you stay at home to-morrow, I will come home early, and read to you all the evening.”

“ Guss}^, that iwuld be charming. You know there is nothing in the world I should enjoy so much. But this time I really mustn’t.”

She launched into a list of all tlie great nobodies and small somebodies who were to be there, and whom she positively must see : it might be her only chance.

Those last words quenched a sarcasm on Augustus’ lips. He was kinder than usual the rest of the evening, and read her to sleep with the Pilgrim’s Progress.

Phosy sat in a corner, listened, and understood. Or where she misunderstood, it was an honest misunderstanding, which never does much hurt. Neither father nor mother spoke to her till they bade her good night. Neither saw the hungry heart under the mask of the still face. The father never imagined her already fit for the modelling she was better without, and the stepmother had to become a mother before she could value her.

Phosy went to bed to dream of the Valley of Humiliation.

CHAPTER 11.

The next morning Alice gave her mistress warning. It was quite unexpected, and she looked at her aghast.

“ Alice,” she said at length, “ you’re never going to leave me at such a time ! ”

I’m sorry it don’t suit you, ma’am, but I must.”

“ Why, Alice ? What is the matter ? Has Sophy been troublesome ? ”

“No, ma’am; there’s no harm in that child.”

“Then what can it be, Alice? Perhaps you are going to be married sooner than you expected ? ”

Alice gave her chin a little toss, pressed her lips together, and was silent.

“ I have always been kind to you,” resumed her mistress.

“ I’m sure, ma’am, I never made no complaints ! ” returned Alice, but as she spoke she drew herself up straighter than before.

“ Then what is it ? ” said her mistress.

“ The fact is, ma’am,” answered the girl, almost fiercely, “ I cdiimot any longer endure a state of domestic slavery.”

“ I don’t understand you a bit better,” said Mrs. Greatorex, trying, but in vain, to smile, and therefore looking angrier than she was.

“ I mean, ma’am — an’ I see no reason as [ shouldn’t say it, for it’s the truth — theie’s a worm at the root of society where one yuman bein’ ’s got to do the dirty work of another. I don’t mind sweepin’ up my own dust, but I won’t sweep up nobody else’s. I ain’t a goin’ to demean myself no longer ! There ! ”

“ Leave the room, Alice,” said Mrs. Greatorex ; and when, with a toss and a flounce.

tlie young woman had vanished, she burst into tears of anger and annoyance.

The day passed. The evening came. She dressed without Alice’s usual help, and went to Lady Ashdaile’s with her iriend. There a reaction took place, and her spirits rose unnaturally. She even danced — to the disgust of one or two quick-eyed matrons who eat by the wall.

When she came home she found her husband sitting up for her. He said next to nothing, and sat up an hour longer with his book.

In the night she was taken ill. Her husband called Alice, and ran himself to fetch the doctor. For some hours she seemed in danger, but by noon was much better. Only the greatest care was necessary.

As soon as she could speak, she told Augustus of Alice’s warning, and he sent for her to the library.

She stood before him with flushed cheeks and flashing eyes.

“ I understand, Alice, you have given your mistress warning,” he said gently.

“ Yes, sir.”

“ Your mistress is very ill, Alice.”

“ Yes, sir.”

‘‘ Don’t you think it would be ungrateful of you to leave her in her present condition ? She’s not likely to be strong for some time to come.”

The use of the word ‘‘ ungrateful ” was an nnfortnnate one. Alice beg'ged to know what she had to be grateful for. Was her work worth nothing ? And her master, as every one must who claims that which can only be freely given, found himself in the wrong.

“ Well, Alice,” he said, “ we won’t dispute that point ; and if you are really determined on going, you must do the best you can for your mistress for the rest of the month.”

Alice’s sense of injury was soothed by her master’s forbearance. She had always rather approved of Mr. Grreatorex, and she left the room more softly than she had entered it.

Letty had a fortnight in bed, during which she reflected a little.

The very day on which she left her room, Alice sought an interview with her master, and declared she could not stay out her month ; she must go home at once.

She had been very attentive to her mistress during the fortnight : there must be something to account for her strange behaviour.

“ Come now, Alice,” said her master, “ what’s at the back of all this ? ' You have been a good, well-behaved, obliging girl till now, and I am certain you would never be like this if there weren’t something wrong somewhere.”

“ Something wrong, sir ! No, indeed, sir ! Except you call it wrong to have an old unMe s dies and leaves ever so much money ands on thousands, the lawyers say.”

And does it come to yon then, Alice ? ”

1 get my share, sir. He left it to be parted even between his nephews and nieces.'’

“ Why, Alice, you are quite an heiress, then ! ” returned her master, scarcely however believing the thing so grand as Alice would have it. “ But don’t you think now it would be rather hard that your fortune should be Mrs. Greatorex’s misfortune ? ”

“Well, I don’t see as how it shouldn’t,” replied Alice. “ It’s mis’ess’s fortun’ as ’as been my misfortun’ — ain’t it now, sir ? An’ why shouldn’t it be the other way next ? ”

“ I don’t quite see how your mistress’s fortune can be said to be your misfortune, Alice.”

“ Anybody would see that, sir, as wasn’t blinded by class-prejudices.”

“ Class-prejudices ! ” exclaimed Mr. Greatorex, in surprise at the word.

“ It’s a term they use, I believe, sir ! But it’s plain enough that if mis’ess hadn’t ’a’ been better off than me, she wouldn’t ha’ been able to secure my services— as you calls it.”

“ That is certainly plain enough,” returned Mr. Greatorex. “ But suppose nobody had been able to secure your services, what would have become of you ? ”

“By that time the people’d have rose to assert their rights.”

“ To what ? — To fortunes like yours ? ”

“ To bread and cheese at least, sir,” returned Alice, pertly.

Well, but you’ve had something better than bread and cheese.”

“ I don’t make no complaints as to the style of livin’ in the house, sir, but that’s all one, so long as it’s on the vile condition of domestic slavery — which it’s nothing can justify.”

“ Then of course, although you are now a woman of property, you will never dream of having any one to wait on you,” said her master, amused with the volume of human nature thus opened to him.

“ All I say, sir, is — it’s my turn now ; and I ain’t goin’ to be sit upon by no one. I know my dooty to myself.”

“ I didn’t know there was such a duty, Alice,” said her master.

Something in his tone displeased her.

“ Then you know now, sir,” she said, and bounced out of the room.

The next moment, however, ashamed of her rudeness, she re-entered, saying,

‘‘ I don’t want to be unkind, sir, but I must go home. I’ve got a brother that’s ill, too, and wants to see me. If you don’t object to me goin’ home for a month, I promise you to come back and see mis’ess through her trouble — as a friend, you know, sir.”

“ But just listen to me first, Alice,” said Mr. Greatorex. “ I’ve had something to do with wills in my time, and I can assure you it is not likely to be less than a year before you can touch the money. You had much better stay where you are till your uncle’s affairs are settled. You don’t know what may happen. There’s many a slip between cup and lip, you know.”

“Oh! it’s all right, sir. Everybody knows the money’s left to his nephews and nieces, and me and my brother’s as good as any.”

“ I don’t doubt it : still, if you’ll take my advice, you’ll keep a sound roof over your head till another’s ready for you.”

Alice only threw her chin in the air, and said almost threateningly,

“Am I to go for the month, sir? ”

“ I’ll talk to your mistress about it,” answered Mr. Grreatorex, not at all sure that such an arrangement would be for his wife’s comfort.

But the next day Mrs. Greatorex had a long talk with Alice, and the result was that on the following Monday she was to go home for a month, and then return for two months more at least. What Mr. Greatorex had said about the legacy, had had its effect, and, besides, her mistress had spoken to her with pleasure in her good fortune. About Sophy no one felt any anxiety : she was no trouble to any one, and the housemaid would see to her.

THE (jllETE OE THE CHILD CHKiET.

Chapter III

On the Sunday evening, Alice’s lover, having heard, not from herself, but by a side wind, that she was going home the next day, made his appearance in Wimborne Square, somewhat perplexed — both at the move, and at her leaving him in ignorance of the same. He was a cabinet-maker in an honest shop in the neighbourhood, and in education, faculty, and general worth, considerably Alice’s superior — a fact which had hitherto rather pleased her, but now gave zest to the change which she imagined had subverted their former relation. Full of the sense of her new superiority, she met him draped in an indescribable strangeness. John Jephson felt, at the very first word, as if her voice came from the other side of the English Channel. He wondered what he had done, or rather what Alice could imagine he had done or said, to put her in such tantrums.

Alice, my dear,” he said — for John was a man to go straight at the enem}^, “ what’s amiss ? What’s come over you ? You ain’t altogether like your own self to-night ! And here I find you’re goin’ away, and ne’er a word to me about it ! What have I done ? ” Alice’s chin alone made reply. She waited the fitting moment, with splendour to astonish, and with grandeur to subdue her lover. To tell the sad truth, she was no longer sure that it would be well to encourage him on the old footing ; was she not standing on tiptoe, her skirts in her hand, on the brink of the brook that parted serfdom from gentility, on the point of stepping daintily across, and leaving domestic slavery, red hands, caps, and obedience behind her? How then was she to marry a man that had black nails, and smelt of glue ? It was incumbent on her at least, for propriety’s sake, to render him at once aware that it was in condescension ineffable she took any notice of him.