“Now at the end of this valley was another, called the Valley of the Shadow of Death.”—Pilgrim’s Progress.
“Oh! this is fearful! this is more terrible than all!” muttered Mark, as he regained1 slowly the consciousness that he had half lost. He attempted to raise himself, but motion was torture. He called out, but no one answered to his cry; he had been crossing the fields by a shorter path than the highroad, and therefore was not in the direct line of any thoroughfare, and might lie there for hours unnoticed. Mark felt as though the Shadow of Death were upon him; his mind was too confused and dizzy for prayer; it seemed to grasp nothing but the consciousness that something horrible had occurred. For long he lay there, half delirious2 with pain. The Pilgrim was passing through, perhaps, the darkest passage of his life.
How different was the fate of young Lord Fontonore, as, with his tutor seated beside him in his splendid carriage, he rolled along the highroad towards the north!
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“I am so glad that yesterday’s storm is over!” cried he. “There’s nothing like travelling in an open carriage, except when it pours as it did last night. It raises one’s spirits, passing fast through the air, when the horses dash on without touch from the whip; and the air is so fresh, and the sky so blue, and every turn of the wheel brings us nearer to home!”
“Then you are not sorry to return to the castle?”
“Sorry! oh no! I am too fond of it, too proud of it, for that! I shall be glad, too, to see the old faces again; Aunt Matilda, pretty Clemmy, my uncle, and all. I hope that I shall find my pony3 all right. I shall enjoy a good gallop4 again! Oh, I shall be delighted to see my own home with the drawbridge, and the moat, and the old yew5 hedge; and the flag will wave on the tower, I know, on my return, to welcome the little master back! Then we must go to see my tenants6, especially old Widow Grove7; I am impatient to take her the shell ornament8 which I have bought for her: and my poor dear old friend who lives at the mill—what a welcome I shall have from him! Oh, my tenants will not be sorry to have me amongst them again! And yet,” rattled9 on the lively boy, “I have enjoyed myself exceedingly here. How I delighted in our visit to that old ruin; don’t I see it there, just beyond the fields? Now, Mr. Ewart, I have something to remind me of everything but that; just let me stop the coachman,” he continued,
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drawing the check-string, “and run off for one stone.”
“I think, Charles, that we have a long journey before us; it is hardly desirable to delay.”
“Oh, but I’ll not be two minutes, you’ll see. I’ll be back again, like the lightning!” and, without waiting for the steps to be let down, he sprang lightly out of the carriage.
“Heaven bless the dear boy!” inwardly prayed Mr. Ewart, as he saw the graceful10 form bounding away. “Heaven bless him, and make him a blessing11 to many! A noble career seems to be before him, and he has a kind, a noble, a generous heart, which has already, I trust, been given to God. But I fear for him, the dangers of his position; he will have so much to nourish pride; and pride, alas12! is his besetting13 sin. His guardian14, and his aunt, rather foster than check it; and London, to which he is to be taken in the winter, will be full of snares15 to the young peer. But why should I thus take anxious thought? I earnestly strive to impress on his heart the truths of our holy religion. He is willing to listen, and ready to learn; can I doubt that a blessing will rest on my prayerful efforts, or that he who is ever a Father to the orphan16, will guard my dear pupil in the hour of temptation?”
The clergyman was suddenly arrested in his meditations17 by a loud call from Lord Fontonore, who had
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reached the other end of the field; and looking in that direction, he saw the boy waving his hat, and making impatient and excited gestures as if to entreat18 him to come to him. Convinced that no trifle thus moved his pupil, Mr. Ewart instantly descended19 from the carriage, and ordering the man-servant to follow, proceeded rapidly towards the spot.
MARK DISCOVERED BY LORD FONTONORE.
“Oh, sir! oh, Mr. Ewart, only look here!” exclaimed Charles, as soon as his tutor came within hearing. “Poor
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Mark Dowley, only see how they have treated him. He is not dying—oh, I trust that he is not dying!”
“Help me to raise him,” said the minister quietly, though his blood ran cold at the spectacle before him. “Do you not think, Charles, that you could find a little water?” The boy was off almost before the sentence was concluded. “Jones, we must draw off his jacket very gently,—softly, you pain him; we must examine his hurts.”
With a hand gentle as a woman’s, Mr. Ewart removed the garment from the half senseless sufferer, to stanch20 the blood, and ascertain21 the amount of his injuries. But he had scarcely laid bare the poor bruised22 shoulders of the boy, when he started with an expression of such extreme surprise that Jones looked in wonder to see what could be its cause.
“Is it possible!” exclaimed the clergyman, “can it be really so! Yes, for the countenance23 confirms it, so like the mother; it struck me the first moment that I saw him! And the woman—ah!” he cried, pressing his hand on his forehead, “I remember she would not see me; she dared not, the base—the treacherous24! It must be so; I see all now—but the motive25, what could be the motive!”
“Please, sir,” said Jones, touching26 his hat, “shall I go to yonder cottage for assistance?”
“Carry the boy to the carriage;—no, I will bear him
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myself; it is not the first time that he has been in my arms. And listen, Jones, say not a word of what we have found, but seek out two or three stout27 labourers at once; the police would be better, but we must not lose time, everything depends upon secrecy28 and despatch29.”
While the wondering servant went in search of the required aid, Mr. Ewart, with feelings almost resembling those of a father, after binding30 with his own handkerchief and neckcloth Mark’s most severe wounds, gently carried him to where the carriage stood waiting. Once the poor boy unclosed his eyes, and uttered an exclamation31 of pleasure on recognizing the clergyman, but he seemed almost too feeble to speak. Mr. Ewart had scarcely reached the high road when he was joined by Lord Fontonore, who, flushed and panting in the eagerness of his haste, brought some cold water in his cap.
“Go back with him, Charles, to the house which we have just left, and call upon the surgeon in your way. Oh, be tender with him, as if he were your brother!” the clergyman’s voice trembled as he spoke32.
“And you—”
“I have a sterner duty to perform, but it is one of the utmost importance. There, support the poor fellow’s head on your breast, you see that the water has made him revive; all will be right yet, by the blessing of Heaven!”
As the carriage was turned round, and driven rapidly towards Marshdale, Jones came up with two powerful-looking
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ploughmen, and almost at the same time Mr. Searle, who was walking along the road, reached the spot where they were now standing33 together.
“Most opportunely34 met!” cried the minister, grasping his hand; “you are a magistrate35, you will go with us, and lend sanction to our proceedings36.” He drew the old gentleman aside, and whispered rapidly a few sentences in his ear, at which the watchful37 Jones observed that Mr. Searle looked surprised and shocked. Then, turning towards the three, “Follow me, my men,” said Mr. Ewart, abruptly38; “a great crime has been committed, we go to seize the criminals.” And without giving any further explanation, he led them rapidly towards the cottage of Dowley.
If Dowley felt any remorse39 for the barbarous manner in which he had treated Mark, he was now occupied in drowning all memory and feeling in that fiery40 drink which ruins so many souls. He had even filled the cups of his children with spirits, and the cottage was a scene of wild, unholy mirth, such as might make the pure angels weep. The sudden entrance of Mr. Ewart without knock or previous warning, a grave, stern expression on that usually mild face, startled the party as though he had been an apparition41. He fixed42 his piercing eye upon Ann, who shrank back and covered her face with her hands, then turned it full upon Dowley whose flushed face showed mingled43 emotions of anger and fear.
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“I think that I have seen you before,” said the clergyman; “is not your name John Lawless? were you not once gamekeeper to Lord Fontonore?”
“That’s not my name, nor never was,” replied the man surlily; “and I never heard of Lord Fontonore in my life.”
“What! not from your wife there, who was nurse in the family, and intrusted with the charge of the eldest44 son?”
“I say, what,” exclaimed the man, starting up furiously, “I don’t know what brings you here, forcing yourself into a man’s home without his leave; you shall go out a little quicker than you came—”
“Ay, but I shall not go alone,” replied Mr. Ewart, striking the table with his hand. At the signal, in rushed Jones and the two countrymen, followed by the magistrate; and after a short but furious struggle, they succeeded in securing their prisoner.
Ann attempted to make her escape by the back-door; Mr. Ewart laid his hand upon her arm.
“You are our prisoner also,” he said, “unhappy woman! nothing remains45 to you now but to make all the reparation in your power, by a frank and full confession46.”
Ann wrung47 her hands in despair.
“What is to be done with the children?” said Mr. Ewart to the magistrate, looking round on the frightened, miserable48 family.
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“Their proper home is the workhouse—I will see to them; and these prisoners must be sent to the jail.”
The clergyman gazed on the children with strong compassion49. “We must consider if nothing better can be done for them,” thought he. “Poor inheritors of misery50 in this world, Heaven grant that they may have been taken from evil influence in time to preserve them, through God’s grace, from misery in that which is to come!”
How different was the fate of young Lord Fontonore, as, with his tutor seated beside him in his splendid carriage, he rolled along the highroad towards the north!
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“I am so glad that yesterday’s storm is over!” cried he. “There’s nothing like travelling in an open carriage, except when it pours as it did last night. It raises one’s spirits, passing fast through the air, when the horses dash on without touch from the whip; and the air is so fresh, and the sky so blue, and every turn of the wheel brings us nearer to home!”
“Then you are not sorry to return to the castle?”
“Sorry! oh no! I am too fond of it, too proud of it, for that! I shall be glad, too, to see the old faces again; Aunt Matilda, pretty Clemmy, my uncle, and all. I hope that I shall find my pony3 all right. I shall enjoy a good gallop4 again! Oh, I shall be delighted to see my own home with the drawbridge, and the moat, and the old yew5 hedge; and the flag will wave on the tower, I know, on my return, to welcome the little master back! Then we must go to see my tenants6, especially old Widow Grove7; I am impatient to take her the shell ornament8 which I have bought for her: and my poor dear old friend who lives at the mill—what a welcome I shall have from him! Oh, my tenants will not be sorry to have me amongst them again! And yet,” rattled9 on the lively boy, “I have enjoyed myself exceedingly here. How I delighted in our visit to that old ruin; don’t I see it there, just beyond the fields? Now, Mr. Ewart, I have something to remind me of everything but that; just let me stop the coachman,” he continued,
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drawing the check-string, “and run off for one stone.”
“I think, Charles, that we have a long journey before us; it is hardly desirable to delay.”
“Oh, but I’ll not be two minutes, you’ll see. I’ll be back again, like the lightning!” and, without waiting for the steps to be let down, he sprang lightly out of the carriage.
“Heaven bless the dear boy!” inwardly prayed Mr. Ewart, as he saw the graceful10 form bounding away. “Heaven bless him, and make him a blessing11 to many! A noble career seems to be before him, and he has a kind, a noble, a generous heart, which has already, I trust, been given to God. But I fear for him, the dangers of his position; he will have so much to nourish pride; and pride, alas12! is his besetting13 sin. His guardian14, and his aunt, rather foster than check it; and London, to which he is to be taken in the winter, will be full of snares15 to the young peer. But why should I thus take anxious thought? I earnestly strive to impress on his heart the truths of our holy religion. He is willing to listen, and ready to learn; can I doubt that a blessing will rest on my prayerful efforts, or that he who is ever a Father to the orphan16, will guard my dear pupil in the hour of temptation?”
The clergyman was suddenly arrested in his meditations17 by a loud call from Lord Fontonore, who had
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reached the other end of the field; and looking in that direction, he saw the boy waving his hat, and making impatient and excited gestures as if to entreat18 him to come to him. Convinced that no trifle thus moved his pupil, Mr. Ewart instantly descended19 from the carriage, and ordering the man-servant to follow, proceeded rapidly towards the spot.
MARK DISCOVERED BY LORD FONTONORE.
“Oh, sir! oh, Mr. Ewart, only look here!” exclaimed Charles, as soon as his tutor came within hearing. “Poor
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Mark Dowley, only see how they have treated him. He is not dying—oh, I trust that he is not dying!”
“Help me to raise him,” said the minister quietly, though his blood ran cold at the spectacle before him. “Do you not think, Charles, that you could find a little water?” The boy was off almost before the sentence was concluded. “Jones, we must draw off his jacket very gently,—softly, you pain him; we must examine his hurts.”
With a hand gentle as a woman’s, Mr. Ewart removed the garment from the half senseless sufferer, to stanch20 the blood, and ascertain21 the amount of his injuries. But he had scarcely laid bare the poor bruised22 shoulders of the boy, when he started with an expression of such extreme surprise that Jones looked in wonder to see what could be its cause.
“Is it possible!” exclaimed the clergyman, “can it be really so! Yes, for the countenance23 confirms it, so like the mother; it struck me the first moment that I saw him! And the woman—ah!” he cried, pressing his hand on his forehead, “I remember she would not see me; she dared not, the base—the treacherous24! It must be so; I see all now—but the motive25, what could be the motive!”
“Please, sir,” said Jones, touching26 his hat, “shall I go to yonder cottage for assistance?”
“Carry the boy to the carriage;—no, I will bear him
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myself; it is not the first time that he has been in my arms. And listen, Jones, say not a word of what we have found, but seek out two or three stout27 labourers at once; the police would be better, but we must not lose time, everything depends upon secrecy28 and despatch29.”
While the wondering servant went in search of the required aid, Mr. Ewart, with feelings almost resembling those of a father, after binding30 with his own handkerchief and neckcloth Mark’s most severe wounds, gently carried him to where the carriage stood waiting. Once the poor boy unclosed his eyes, and uttered an exclamation31 of pleasure on recognizing the clergyman, but he seemed almost too feeble to speak. Mr. Ewart had scarcely reached the high road when he was joined by Lord Fontonore, who, flushed and panting in the eagerness of his haste, brought some cold water in his cap.
“Go back with him, Charles, to the house which we have just left, and call upon the surgeon in your way. Oh, be tender with him, as if he were your brother!” the clergyman’s voice trembled as he spoke32.
“And you—”
“I have a sterner duty to perform, but it is one of the utmost importance. There, support the poor fellow’s head on your breast, you see that the water has made him revive; all will be right yet, by the blessing of Heaven!”
As the carriage was turned round, and driven rapidly towards Marshdale, Jones came up with two powerful-looking
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ploughmen, and almost at the same time Mr. Searle, who was walking along the road, reached the spot where they were now standing33 together.
“Most opportunely34 met!” cried the minister, grasping his hand; “you are a magistrate35, you will go with us, and lend sanction to our proceedings36.” He drew the old gentleman aside, and whispered rapidly a few sentences in his ear, at which the watchful37 Jones observed that Mr. Searle looked surprised and shocked. Then, turning towards the three, “Follow me, my men,” said Mr. Ewart, abruptly38; “a great crime has been committed, we go to seize the criminals.” And without giving any further explanation, he led them rapidly towards the cottage of Dowley.
If Dowley felt any remorse39 for the barbarous manner in which he had treated Mark, he was now occupied in drowning all memory and feeling in that fiery40 drink which ruins so many souls. He had even filled the cups of his children with spirits, and the cottage was a scene of wild, unholy mirth, such as might make the pure angels weep. The sudden entrance of Mr. Ewart without knock or previous warning, a grave, stern expression on that usually mild face, startled the party as though he had been an apparition41. He fixed42 his piercing eye upon Ann, who shrank back and covered her face with her hands, then turned it full upon Dowley whose flushed face showed mingled43 emotions of anger and fear.
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“I think that I have seen you before,” said the clergyman; “is not your name John Lawless? were you not once gamekeeper to Lord Fontonore?”
“That’s not my name, nor never was,” replied the man surlily; “and I never heard of Lord Fontonore in my life.”
“What! not from your wife there, who was nurse in the family, and intrusted with the charge of the eldest44 son?”
“I say, what,” exclaimed the man, starting up furiously, “I don’t know what brings you here, forcing yourself into a man’s home without his leave; you shall go out a little quicker than you came—”
“Ay, but I shall not go alone,” replied Mr. Ewart, striking the table with his hand. At the signal, in rushed Jones and the two countrymen, followed by the magistrate; and after a short but furious struggle, they succeeded in securing their prisoner.
Ann attempted to make her escape by the back-door; Mr. Ewart laid his hand upon her arm.
“You are our prisoner also,” he said, “unhappy woman! nothing remains45 to you now but to make all the reparation in your power, by a frank and full confession46.”
Ann wrung47 her hands in despair.
“What is to be done with the children?” said Mr. Ewart to the magistrate, looking round on the frightened, miserable48 family.
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“Their proper home is the workhouse—I will see to them; and these prisoners must be sent to the jail.”
The clergyman gazed on the children with strong compassion49. “We must consider if nothing better can be done for them,” thought he. “Poor inheritors of misery50 in this world, Heaven grant that they may have been taken from evil influence in time to preserve them, through God’s grace, from misery in that which is to come!”
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