Mrs. Channing’s tears fell fast as she received him. She strained him to her bosom3, and held him there; and they had to hold her, for her emotion was great. It is of no use endeavouring to describe this sort of meeting. When the loved who have been thought dead, are restored to life, all description must fall short of reality, if it does not utterly4 fail. Charley, whom they had mourned as lost, was with them again: traces of sickness, of suffering were in his face, in his attenuated5 form; but still he was in life. You must imagine what it was. Mr. and Mrs. Channing, Lady Augusta, Constance, the servants, and the Bishop6 of Helstonleigh: for no less a personage than that distinguished7 prelate had been the visitor to Mr. Channing, come to congratulate him on his cure and his return.
The woman who had accompanied Charley stood apart—a hard-featured woman, in a clean cotton gown, and clean brown apron8, whose face proclaimed that she lived much in the open air. Perhaps she lived so much in it as to disdain9 bonnets10, for she wore none—a red cotton handkerchief, fellow to the one on Charley’s head, being pinned over her white calico cap.
Many unexpected meetings take place in this life. A casual acquaintance whom we have met years ago, but whom we never expected to see again, may come across our path to-morrow. You, my reader, did not, I am sure, expect to meet that woman again, whom you saw hanging up linen11 in a boat, as it glided12 beneath the old cathedral walls, under the noses of Bywater and a few more of his tribe, the morning they were throwing away those unlucky keys, which they fondly thought were never to be fished up again. But here is that very woman before you now, come to pay these pages as unexpected a visit as the keys paid to the college boys. Not more unlooked for, and not more strange than some of our meetings in actual life.
“Mamma, I have been ill; I have been nearly dying; and she has nursed me through it, and been kind to me.”
Mrs. Channing leaned forward and grasped the woman’s hand, gratitude14 shining in her wet eyes. Mr. Channing and Judith had a fight which should grasp the other. Lady Augusta laid hold of her behind, Sarah assailed15 her in front. There appeared to be no room left for Constance and the Bishop, or they might have assisted at the demonstration—as the French say.
It was soon explained. That same barge16 had been passing down stream again that night, when Charley fell into the water. The man heard the splash, called to his horse to stop, leaped overboard, and saved him. A poor little boy, with a wound in his head, quite senseless, it proved to be, when they had him on board and laid him on the bench for inspection17. Meanwhile the docile18 horse went on of its own accord, and before the knotty19 question was decided20 as to whether the man should bring-to, and get him on shore, and try and discover to whom he belonged, the barge was clear of the town, for the current was strong. It had been nearly clear of it when it passed the cathedral wall, and the splash occurred. The man thought it as well that it was so; his voyage, this journey, was being made against time, and he dared not linger. Had the boat-house keeper’s mother not put her head under the bed-clothes and kept it there, she might possibly have heard sounds of the rescue.
So they kept Charley on board. He had evidently struck his head against something which had caused the wound, and stunned21 him. It may have been, it is just possible that it may have been, against the projecting wall of the boat-house, as he turned the corner in his fright and hurry. If so, that, no doubt, caused his fall and his stumble into the water. The woman—she had children of her own: that great girl whom you saw scraping potatoes was one, and she had two others still younger—washed the wound, and tried to bring Charley round. But she could not awaken22 him to full consciousness. His mind appeared to be wandering, and ere another day had passed he was in strong delirium23. Whether it was the blow, or the terrible fright which had preceded it, or—and this was most probable—both combined, Charles Channing was attacked with brain fever. The woman nursed him through it; she applied24 her own simple remedies. She cut off his hair, and kept wet linen constantly to his head; and hot bricks, wrapped round with wet steaming flannels25, to his feet; and she gave him a certain herb tea to drink, which, in her firm belief and experience, had never yet failed to subdue26 fever. Perhaps Charley did as well without a doctor as he would have done with one. By the time they reached their destination the malady27 was subsiding28; but the young patient was so prostrated29 and weak that all he could do was to lie quite still, scarcely opening his eyes, scarcely moving his hands.
When he became able to talk, they were beginning to move up stream again, as the woman called it. Charley told her all about himself, about his home, his dear mamma and Judith, his papa’s ill-health, and hopes of restoration, his college schoolboy life. It was delicious to lie there in the languor30 of returning health, and talk of these things. The kindly31 woman won his love and confidence; but when she asked him how he came to fall into the river, he could never remember. In the social atmosphere of companionship, in the bright sunlight, Charley could look back on the “ghost” in the cloisters32, and draw his own deductions33. His good sense told him it was no ghost; that it was all a trick of Bywater’s and others of the college boys. The woman’s opinion was, that if they did do such a thing to frighten him, they ought to be whipped; but she was inclined to view it as a delusion34 of Charley’s imagination, a relic35 left by the fever.
“Your folks’ll be fine and pleased to see you again, dear,” she would say to him. “My master’ll moor36 the barge to the side when we gets to the place, and I’ll take ye home to ‘um.”
How Charley longed for it, he alone could tell; pleasant as it was, now he was better, to lie on deck, on a rude bed made of sacks, and glide13 peacefully along on the calm river, between the green banks, the blue sky above, the warm sun shining on him. Had Charley been placed on that barge in health, he would have thought it the nastiest place he had ever seen—confined, dirty, monotonous37. But waking to it from fever, when he did not care where he lay, so that he could only lie, he grew reconciled to it. Indeed, Charley began to like the boat; but he was none the less eager for the day that would see him leave it.
That day came at last. The barge was brought-to; and here you see Charley and his protector. Charley’s clothes looked a mile too small for him, he had so grown in his illness; and Charley was minus a cap, and the handkerchief did duty for one. But it was Charley, in spite of all; and I say that you must imagine the meeting. You must imagine their heartfelt thanks to the woman, and their more substantial recompense.
“Charley, darling, if you could only have written to us, what dreadful distress39 you would have saved!” exclaimed Constance.
“He write, miss!” interposed the woman. “He couldn’t have writ38 to save his life! And we was a-moving up stream again before he was well enough to tell us anything about himself. My husband might have writ a word else; I ain’t no hand at a pen myself. We have got quite used to the little gentleman, and shall miss him now.”
“Constance, tell her. Is it not true about the ghost? I am sure you must have heard of it from the boys. She thinks I dreamt it, she says.”
Judith broke out volubly before Constance could answer, testifying that it was true, and relating the ill-doings of the boys that night rather more at length than she need have done. She and the woman appeared to be in perfect accord as to the punishment merited by those gentlemen.
The bishop leaned over Charley. “You hear what a foolish trick it was,” he said. “Were I you, I would be upon good terms with such ghosts in future. There are no other sorts of ghosts, my boy.”
“I know there are not,” answered Charles. “Indeed, my lord, I do know there are not,” he repeated more earnestly. “And I knew it then; only, somehow I got frightened. I will try and learn to be as brave in the dark as in the light.”
“That’s my sensible boy!” said the bishop. “For my part, Charley, I rather like being in the dark. God seems all the nearer to me.”
The woman was preparing to leave, declining all offers that she should rest and take refreshment40. “Our turn both down and up was hurried this time,” she explained, “and I mayna keep the barge and my master a-waiting. I’ll make bold, when we are past the town again, to step ashore41, and see how the young gentleman gets on.”
Charley clung to her. “You shall not go till you promise to stay a whole day with us!” he cried. “And you must bring the children for mamma to see. She will be glad to see them.”
The woman laughed. “A whole day! a whole day’s pleasure was na for the likes of them,” she answered; “but she’d try and spare a bit longer to stop than she could spare now.”
With many kisses to Charles, with many hand-shakes from all, she took her departure. The Bishop of Helstonleigh, high and dignified42 prelate that he was, and she a poor, hard-working barge-woman, took her hand into his, and shook it as heartily43 as the rest. Mr. Channing went out with her. He was going to say a word of gratitude to the man. The bishop also went out, but he turned the other way.
As he was entering Close Street, the bishop encountered Arthur. The latter raised his hat and was passing onwards, but the bishop arrested him.
“Channing, I have just heard some news from your father. You are at length cleared from that charge. You have been innocent all this time.”
Arthur’s lips parted with a smile. “Your lordship may be sure that I am thankful to be cleared at last. Though I am sorry that it should be at the expense of my friend Yorke.”
“Knowing yourself innocent, you might have proclaimed it more decisively. What could have been your motive44 for not doing so?”
The ingenuous45 flush flew into Arthur’s cheek. “The truth is, my lord, I suspected some one else. Not Roland Yorke,” he pointedly46 added. “But—it was one against whom I should have been sorry to bring a charge. And so—and so—I went on bearing the blame.”
“Well, Channing, I must say, and I shall say to others, that you have behaved admirably; showing a true Christian47 spirit. Mr. Channing may well be happy in his children. What will you give me,” added the bishop, releasing Arthur’s hand, which he had taken, and relapsing into his free, pleasant manner, “for some news that I can impart to you?”
Arthur wondered much. What news could the bishop have to impart which concerned him?
“The little lost wanderer has come home.”
“Not Charles!” uttered Arthur, startled to emotion. “Charles! and not dead?”
“Not dead, certainly,” smiled the bishop, “considering that he can talk and walk. He will want some nursing, though. Good-bye, Channing. This, take it for all in all, must be a day of congratulation for you and yours.”
To leap into Mr. Galloway’s with the tidings, to make but a few bounds thence home, did not take many minutes for Arthur. He found Charles in danger of being kissed to death—Mrs. Channing, Lady Augusta, Constance, and Judith, each taking her turn. I fear Arthur only made another.
“Why, Charley, you have grown out of your clothes!” he exclaimed. “How thin and white you are!”
The remarks did not please Judith. “Thin and white!” she resentfully repeated. “Did you expect him to come home as red and fat as a turkey-cock, and him just brought to the edge of the grave with brain fever? One would think, Master Arthur, that you’d rejoice to see him, if he had come back a skeleton, when it seemed too likely you’d never see him at all. And what if he have outgrown48 his clothes? They can be let out, or replaced with new ones. I have hands, and there’s tailors in the place, I hope.”
The more delighted felt Judith, the more ready was she to take up remarks and convert them into grievances49. Arthur knew her, and only laughed. A day of rejoicing, indeed, as the bishop had said. A day of praise to God.
Charley had been whispering to his mother. He wanted to go to the college schoolroom and surprise it. He was longing50 for a sight of his old companions. That happy moment had been pictured in his thoughts fifty times, as he lay in the boat; it was almost as much desired as the return home. Charley bore no malice51, and he was prepared to laugh with them at the ghost.
“You do not appear strong enough to walk even so far as that,” said Mrs. Channing.
“Dear mamma, let me go! I could walk it, for that, if it were twice as far.”
“Yes, let him go,” interposed Arthur, divining the feeling. “I will help him along.”
Charley’s trencher—the very trencher found on the banks—was brought forth, and he started with Arthur.
“Mind you bring him back safe this time!” called out Judy in a tone of command, as she stood at the door to watch them along the Boundaries.
“Arthur,” said the boy, “were they punished for playing me that ghost trick?”
“They have not been punished yet; they are to be. The master waited to see how things would turn out.”
You may remember that Diggs, the boat-house keeper, when he took news of Charles’s supposed fate to the college school, entered it just in time to interrupt an important ceremony, which was about to be performed on the back of Pierce senior. In like manner—and the coincidence was somewhat remarkable—Charles himself now entered it, when that same ceremony was just brought to a conclusion, only that the back, instead of being Pierce senior’s, was Gerald Yorke’s. Terrible disgrace for a senior! and Gerald wished Bywater’s surplice had been at the bottom of the river before he had meddled52 with it. He had not done it purposely. He had fallen in the vestry, ink-bottle in hand, which had broken and spilt its contents over the surplice. In an unlucky moment, Gerald had determined53 to deny all knowledge of the accident, never supposing it would be brought home to him.
Sullen54, angry, and resentful, he was taking his seat again, and the head-master, rather red and hot with exertion55, was locking up the great birch, when the door was opened, and Arthur Channing made his appearance; a boy, carrying the college cap, with him.
The school were struck dumb. The head-master paused, birch in hand. But that he was taller and thinner, and that the bright colour and auburn curls were gone, they would have said at once it was Charley Channing.
The master let fall the birch and the lid of his desk. “Channing!” he uttered, as the child walked up to him. “Is it really you? What has become of you all this time? Where have you been?”
“I have been a long way in a barge, sir. The barge-man saved me. And I have had brain fever.”
He looked round for Tom; and Tom, in the wild exuberance56 of his delight, took Charley in his arms, and tears dropped from his eyes as he kissed him as warmly as Judith could have done. And then brave Tom could have eaten himself up, in mortification57 at having been so demonstrative in sight of the college school.
But the school were not in the humour to be fastidious just then. Some of them felt more inward relief at sight of Charles than they cared to tell; they had never experienced anything like it in their lives, and probably never would again. In the midst of the murmur58 of heartfelt delight that was arising, a most startling interruption occurred from Mr. Bywater. That gentleman sprang from his desk to the middle of the room, turned a somersault, and began dancing a hornpipe on his head.
“Bywater!” uttered the astounded59 master. “Are you mad?”
Bywater finished his dance, and then brought himself to his feet.
“I am so glad he has turned up all right, sir. I forgot you were in school.”
“I should think you did,” significantly returned the master. But Charles interrupted him.
“You will not punish them, sir, now I have come back safe?” he pleaded.
“But they deserve punishment,” said the master.
“I know they have been sorry; Arthur says they have,” urged Charley. “Please do not punish them now, sir; it is so pleasant to be back again!”
“Will you promise never to be frightened at their foolish tricks again?” said the master. “Not that there is much danger of their playing you any: this has been too severe a lesson. I am surprised that a boy of your age, Charles, could allow himself to be alarmed by ‘ghosts.’ You do not suppose there are such things, surely?”
“No, sir; but somehow, that night I got too frightened to think. You will forgive them, sir, won’t you?”
“Yes! There! Go and shake hands with them,” said Mr. Pye, relaxing his dignity. “It is worth something, Charley, to see you here again.”
The school seemed to think so; and I wish you had heard the shout that went up from it—the real, true, if somewhat noisy delight, that greeted Charles. “Charley, we’ll never dress up a ghost again! We’ll never frighten you in any way!” they cried, pressing affectionately round him. “Only forgive us!”
“Why are you sitting in the senior’s place, Tom?” asked Arthur.
“Because it is his own,” said Harry60 Huntley, with a smile of satisfaction. “Lady Augusta came in and set things right for you, and Tom is made senior at last. Hurrah61! Arthur cleared, Tom senior, Charley back, and Gerald flogged! Hurrah!”
“Hurrah! If Pye were worth a dump, he’d give us a holiday!” echoed bold Bywater.
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