To begin with he openly professed1 what were then considered extreme views, and thereby2 hopelessly alienated3 the patron of the comfortable living on which his mother’s eye had been fixed4 when she encouraged his desire to take Holy Orders.
“As if lighted candles, and flowers on the altar, and that sort of thing, mattered two brass6 farthings when ￡800 a year was at stake,” wailed7 Mrs. Seer, to a sympathizing friend.
Paul Seer then proceeded to fall in love, and with great promptitude married the music mistress at the local High School for Girls. She was adorably pretty, with the temper of an angel, and they succeeded in being what Mrs. Seer described as “wickedly happy” in a state of semi-starvation on his curate’s pay of ￡120 a year.
27They had three children with the greatest possible speed.
That two died at birth Mrs. Seer looked upon as a direct sign of a Merciful Providence8.
Poor lady, she had struggled for so many years on a minute income, an income barely sufficient for one which had to provide for three, to say nothing of getting the boy educated by charity, that it was small wonder if a heart and mind, narrow to start with, had become entirely9 ruled by the consideration of ways and means.
And, the world being so arranged that ways and means do bulk iniquitously10 large in most people’s lives, obliterating11, even against their will, almost everything else by comparison, perhaps it was also a Merciful Providence which took the boyish curate and his small wife to Itself within a week of each other, during the first influenza12 epidemic13. You cannot work very hard, and not get enough food or warmth, and at the same time hold your own against the Influenza Fiend when he means business. So, at the age of three, the Benevolent14 Clergy’s Orphanage15, Parson’s Green, London, S.E., swallowed Ruth Courthope Seer. A very minute figure all in coal black, in what seemed to her a coal-black world. For many a long year, in times of depression, that sense of an all pervading16 28blackness would swallow Ruth up, struggle she never so fiercely.
Asked, long after she had left it, what the Orphanage was like, she answered instantly and without thought:
“It was an ugly place.”
That was the adjective which covered to her everything in it, and the life she led there. It was ugly.
The Matron was the widow of a Low Church parson. A worthy17 woman who looked on life as a vale of tears, on human beings as miserable18 sinners, and on joy and beauty as a distinct mark of the Beast.
She did her duty by the orphans19 according to the light she possessed20. They were sufficiently21 fed, and kept warm and clean. They learnt the three R’s, sewing and housework. Also to play “a piece” on the piano, and a smattering of British French. The Orphanage still in these days considered that only three professions were open to “ladies by birth.” They must be either a governess, a companion, or a hospital nurse.
The Matron inculcated the virtues22 of gratitude23, obedience24 and contentment, and two great precepts25, “You must bow to the Will of God” and “You must behave like a lady.”
“The Will of God” seemed to typify every 29unpleasant thing that could possibly happen to you; and Ruth, in the beginnings of dawning thought, always pictured It as a large purple-black storm-cloud, which descended27 on all and sundry28 at the most unexpected moments, and before which the dust blew and the trees were bent29 double, and human beings were scattered30 as with a flail31. And in Ruth’s mind the storm-cloud was peculiarly terrible because unaccompanied by rain.
With regard to the second precept26, when thought progressed still farther, and she began to reason things out, she one day electrified33 the whole Orphanage when rebuked34 for unladylike behaviour, by standing35 up and saying, firmly but politely, “If you please, Matron, I don’t want to be a lady. I want to be a little girl.”
But for the most part she was a silent child and gave little trouble.
Twice a year a severe lady, known as “your Grandmother,” and a younger less severe lady, known as “your Aunt Amelia,” came to see her, and they always hoped she “was a good girl.”
Then Aunt Amelia ceased to come, for she had gone out to India to be married, and “your Grandmother” came alone. And then Grandmother died and went to heaven, and nobody came to see Ruth any more. Only a parcel 30came, an event hitherto unknown in Ruth’s drab little existence, and of stupendous interest. It contained a baby’s first shoe, a curl of gold hair in a tiny envelope, labelled “Paul, aged5 2,” in a pointed36 writing, a letter in straggling round hand beginning “My dear Mamma,” another letter in neat copper37 plate beginning “My dear Mother,” and a highly coloured picture of St. George attacking the dragon, signed “Paul Courthope Seer,” with the date added in the pointed writing.
When she was seventeen the Committee found a situation for her as companion to a lady. The Matron recommended her as suitable for the position, and the Committee informed her, on the solemn occasion when she appeared before them to receive their parting valediction39, delivered by the Chairman, that she was extremely lucky to secure a situation in a Christian40 household where she would not only have every comfort, but even Every Luxury.
So Ruth departed to a large and heavily furnished house, where the windows were only opened for a half an hour each day while the servants did the rooms, and which consequently smelt41 of the bodies of the people who lived in it. Every day, except Sunday, she went for a drive 31with an old lady in a brougham with both windows closed. On fine warm days she walked out with an old lady leaning on her arm. Every morning she read the newspaper aloud. At other times she picked up dropped stitches in knitting, played Halma, or read a novel aloud, by such authors as Rhoda Broughton or Mrs. Hungerford.
Any book less calculated to have salutary effect on a young girl who never spoke42 to any man under fifty, and that but rarely, can hardly be imagined.
If there had been an animal in the house, or a garden round it, Ruth might have struggled longer. As it was, at the end of three months she proved to be one of the Orphanage’s few failures and, without even consulting the Committee, gave notice, and took a place as shop assistant to a second-hand43 bookseller in a small back street off the Tottenham Court Road. And here Ruth stayed and worked for the space of seventeen years—to be exact, until the year of the Great War, 1914.
The Committee ceased to take an interest in her, and her Aunt Amelia, still in India, ceased to write at Christmas, and Ruth’s last frail44 links with the world of her father were broken.
It was a strange life for a girl in the little bookshop, but at any rate she had achieved 32some measure of freedom, she had got rid of the burden of her ladyhood, and in some notable directions her starved intelligence was fed.
Her master, Raphael Goltz, came of the most despised of all race combinations; he was a German Jew, and he possessed the combined brain-power of both races.
He had the head of one of Michael Angelo’s apostles, on the curious beetle-shaped body of the typical Jew. He was incredibly mean, and rather incredibly dirty, and he had three passions—books, music, and food.
When he discovered in his new assistant a fellow lover of the two first, and an intelligence considerably46 above the average, he taught her how and what to read, and to play and sing great music not unworthily. With regard to the third, he taught her, in his own interest, to be a cook of supreme47 excellence48.
And on the whole Ruth was not unhappy. Sometimes she looked her loneliness in the face, and the long years struck at her like stones. Sometimes her dying, slowly dying, youth called to her in the night watches, and she counted the hours of the grey past years, hours and hours with nothing of youth’s meed of joy and love in them. But for the most part she strangled these thoughts with firm hands. There was nothing to be gained by them, for there was 33nothing to be done. An untrained woman, without money or people, must take what she can get and be thankful.
She read a great many both of the wisest and of the most beautiful books in the world, she listened to music played by the master hand, and her skilled cooking interested her. As the years went on, old Goltz left the business more and more to her, spending his time in his little back parlour surrounded by his beloved first editions, which he knew better by now than to offer for sale, drawing the music of the spheres from his wonderful Bluthner piano, and steadily49 smoking. He gave Ruth a sitting-room50 of her own upstairs, and allowed her to take in the two little dogs Sarah and Selina. On Saturday afternoons and Sundays she would take train into the country, and tramp along miles with them in the world she loved.
And then, when it seemed as if life were going on like that for ever and ever, came the breathless days before August 4, 1914, those days when the whole world stood as it were on tiptoe, waiting for the trumpet51 signal.
Ah well! there was something of the wonder and glory of war, of which we had read, about it then—before we knew—yes, before we knew! The bugle52 call—the tramp of armed men—the glamour53 of victory and great deeds—and of sacrifice 34too,—of sacrifice too. The love of one’s country suddenly made concrete as it were. Just for that while, at any rate, no one thinking of himself, or personal profit. Personal glory, perhaps, which is a better matter. Every one standing ready. “Send me.”
The world felt cleaner, purer.
It was a wonderful time. Too wonderful to last perhaps. But the marks last. At any rate we have known. We have seen white presences upon the hills. We have heard the voices of the Eternal Gods.
The greatest crime in history. Yes. But we were touched to finer issues in those first days.
And then Raphael Goltz woke up too. He talked to Ruth in the hot August evenings instead of sleeping. Even she was astonished at what the old man knew. He had studied foreign politics for years. He knew that the cause of the war lay farther back, much farther back than men realized. He saw things from a wide standpoint. He was a German Jew by blood and in intellect, Jew by nature, but England had always been his home. That he loved her well Ruth never had any doubt after those evenings.
He never thought, though, that it would come to war. It seemed to him impossible. “It would be infamy,” he said.
35And then it came. Came with a shock, and yet with a strange sense of exhilaration about it. Men who had stood behind counters, and sat on office stools since boyhood, stretched themselves, as the blood of fighting forefathers54 stirred in their veins55. They were still the sons of men who had gone voyaging with Drake and Frobisher, of men who had sailed the seven seas, and fought great fights, and found strange lands, and died brave deaths, in the days when a Great Adventure was possible for all. For them too had, almost inconceivably, come the chance to get away from greyly monotonous56 days which seemed like “yesterday come back”; for them too was the Great Adventure possible. The lad who, under Ruth’s supervision57, took down shutters58, cleaned boots, knives and windows, swept the floors and ran errands, was among the first to go, falsifying his age by two years, and it was old Raphael Goltz, German Jew, who even in those first days knew the war as the crime of all the ages.
Ruth was the next, and he helped her too; while the authorities turned skilled workers down, and threw cold water in buckets on the men and women standing shoulder to shoulder ready for any sacrifice in those first days, old Raphael Goltz, knowing the value of Ruth’s cooking and physical soundness, found her the 36money to offer her services free—old Raphael Goltz, who through so many years had been so incredibly mean. He disliked dogs cordially, yet he undertook the care of Sarah and Selina in her absence. To Ruth’s further amazement59, he also gave her introductions of value to leading authorities in Paris who welcomed her gladly and sent her forthwith into an estaminet behind the lines in Northern France.
Something of her childhood in the Orphanage, and of the long years with Raphael Goltz, Ruth told North, as they sat together in the warmth and stillness of the May evening, but of the years in France she spoke little. She had seen unspeakable things there. The memory of them was almost unbearable60. They were things she held away from thought. Beautiful and wonderful things there were too, belonging to those years. But they were still more impossible to speak of. She carried the mark of them both, the terrible and the beautiful, in her steady eyes. Besides, some one else, who was interested too, who was surely—the consciousness was not to be ignored—interested too, knew all about that. And suddenly she realized how that common knowledge of life and death at their height was also a bond, as well as love of Thorpe, and she paused in her tale, and sat very still.
37“And then?” said North, after a while.
“I was out there for two years, without coming home, the first time. There seemed nothing for me to come home for, and I didn’t want to leave. There was always so much to be done, and one felt of use. It was selfish of me really, but I never realized somehow that Raphael Goltz cared. Then I had bad news from him. You remember the time when the mobs wrecked61 the shops with German names? Well, his was one of them. So I got leave and came back to him. It was very sad. The old shop was broken to pieces, his books had been thrown into the street and many burnt, and the piano, his beautiful piano, smashed past all repair. I found him up in the back attic62, with Sarah and Selina. He had saved them for me somehow. He cried when I came. He was very old, you see, and he had felt the war as much as any of us.”
Her eyes were full of tears, and she stopped for a moment to steady her voice. “He bore no malice63, and three days after I got back he died, babbling64 the old cry, ‘We ought to have been friends.’
“It was always that, ‘We ought to have been friends,’ and once he said, ‘Together we could have regenerated65 the world.’ He left everything he had to me, over ￡60,000. It is to him 38I owe Thorpe.” Her eyes shone through the tears in them.
“Come! and let me show you,” she said, and so almost seemed to help him out of his chair, and then, still holding his hand, led him through the door behind them, along the passage into the front hall. Here he stopped, and undoubtedly66 but for the compelling hand would have gone no farther. But the soft firm grip held, and something with it, some force outside both of them, drew him after her into the room that once was his friend’s. A spacious67 friendly room, with wide windows looking south and west, and filled just now with the light of a cloudless sunset.
And the dreaded68 moment held nothing to fear. Nothing was changed. Nothing was spoilt. He had expected something, which to him, unreasonably69 perhaps, but uncontrollably, would have seemed like sacrilege; instead he found it was sanctuary70. Sanctuary for that, to him, annihilated71 personality which had been the companion of the best years of his life.
Dick might have come back at any moment and found his room waiting for him, as it had waited on many a spring evening just like this. His capacious armchair was still by the window. The big untidy writing-table, with its many drawers and pigeon-holes, in its place. The 39piano where he used to sit and strum odd bits of music by ear.
“But it is all just the same,” he said, standing like a man in a dream when Ruth dropped his hand inside the threshold.
“I was offered the furniture with the house,” she said, “and when I saw this room I felt I wanted it just as it is. Before that I had all sorts of ideas in my head as to how I would furnish! But this appealed to me. There is an air of space and comfort and peace about the room that I could not bear to disturb. And now I am very glad, because I feel he is pleased. Of course, his more personal things have gone, and I have added a few things of my own. Look, this is what I brought you to see.”
She pointed towards the west window, where stood an exquisitely72 carved and gilded73 table of foreign workmanship which was new to him, and on it burnt a burnished74 bronze lamp, its flame clear and bright even in the fierce glow of the setting sun. Beside the lamp stood a glass vase, very beautiful in shape and clarity, filled with white pinks.
North crossed the room and examined the lamp with interest.
“What does it mean?” he asked.
“It is a custom of the orthodox Jews. When anyone belonging to them dies, they keep a 40lamp burning for a year. The flame is never allowed to go out. It is a symbol. A symbol of the Life Eternal. All the years of the war Raphael Goltz kept this lamp burning for the men who went West. You see it is in the west window. And now I keep it burning for him. You don’t think he would mind, although my poor old master was a German Jew, racially?”
She looked up at North anxiously, as they stood side by side before the lamp.
“Not Dick—certainly not Dick!” said North. Ruth heaved a sigh of relief.
“You see, I don’t really know anything about him except what I feel about the farm, and I did want the lamp here.”
“No, Dick wouldn’t mind. But you are mad, you know, quite mad!”
“I expect it is being so much alone,” she said tranquilly76, stooping to smell the pinks.
“Was Goltz an orthodox Jew then?” asked North.
“Oh no, very far from it. He wasn’t anything in the least orthodox. If you could have known him!” Ruth laughed a little. “But he had some queer religion of his own. He believed in Beauty, and that it was a revelation of something very great and wonderful, beyond 41the wildest dreams of a crassly77 ignorant and blind humanity. That glass vase was his. Have you noticed the wonderful shape of it? And look now with the light shining through. Do you think it is a shame to put flowers in it? But their scent78 is the incense79 on the altar.”
“Oh, that’s the idea, is it?” said North. He spoke very gently, as one would to a child showing you its treasures.
“This place is full of altars,” said Ruth, her eyes looking west. “Do you know the drive in the little spinney? All one broad blue path of hyacinths, and white may trees on either side.”
“Oh, that’s the idea, is it?” said North. He in his voice—“you mean Dick’s ‘Pathway to Heaven’!”
“Did he call it that?”
“He said it was so blue it must be.”
“Yes, and it seems to vanish into space between the trees.”
“As I must,” said North. “I have paid you an unwarrantable visitation, and I shall only just get home now before lighting-up time.”
“You will come again?” said Ruth as they went down the garden. “I want to show you the site for my cottages. I think it is the right one.”
“Cottages?”
“Yes, I am going to build three. My lawyer 42tells me it is economically an unsound investment. My conscience tells me it has got to be done, if I am to enjoy Thorpe properly. Two couples are waiting to be married until the cottages are ready, and one man is working here and his wife living in London because there is no possible place for them. I am giving him a room here at present.”
“Do you take in anybody promiscuously81 who comes along?” he asked.
“Well, this man went through four years of the war. Was a sergeant82, and holds the Mons Medal and the D.C.M. He is a painter by trade, and worked for Baxter, who is putting up a billiard-room and a garage at Mentmore Court.”
“Mentmore Court?” North looked across at the big white house on the hill. “Why, there is a billiard-room and a garage there already.”
“I believe they are turning the existing billiard-room into a winter garden, or something of that sort. And they have six cars, so the present garage is not big enough.”
“Your cottages will probably be of more use to the country,” said North. “I hear he made his money in leather, and his name is Pithey. Do you know him?”
“Well, he took a ‘fancy’ to my Shorthorns, 43and walked in last week to ask if I’d sell. Price was no object. He fancied them. Then he took a fancy to some of the furniture and offered to buy that, and finally he said if I was open to take ‘a profit on my deal’ over the farm, he was prepared to go to a fancy price for it.”
North stopped and looked at her.
“Are you making it up?” he asked.
Ruth bubbled over into an irrepressible laugh.
“When he went away he told me not to worry. Mrs. Pithey was coming to call, but she had been so busy, and now those lazy dogs of workmen couldn’t be out of the place for another month at least.”
“He was there a moment ago; I saw him just before you stopped, but I never saw him jump out.”
North called in vain until he gave a peculiar32 whistle, which brought a plainly reluctant Larry to view.
“He doesn’t want to come with me,” said North. “Get in, Larry.” And Larry obeyed the peremptory84 command, while Ruth checked an impulse to suggest that she should keep him.
As the car started slowly up the hill he turned, 44laying his black and tan velvet85 muzzle86 on the back of the hood45. Long after they had vanished, Ruth was haunted by the wistful amber87 eyes looking at her from a cloud of dust.
Slowly she went up home through the scented88 evening. It had been a wonderful day. And she had made a friend. It was not such an event as it would have been before she went to France, but it was sufficiently uplifting even now. She sang to herself as she went. And then quite suddenly she thought of the man in the brown suit. “I wonder who he was, and where he disappeared to,” she said to herself, as she answered Miss McCox’s injured summons to supper.
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