"Well, I suppose there's no reason why you shouldn't know, so long as you don't chatter3 about it," said the latter. "I think you can be trusted to keep a secret?"
"If it's Dad's secret," returned Gwen.
"Well, the fact is, Dad's had a living offered to him. You needn't jump and clap your hands, for it's nothing at all out of the way—indeed he hardly knows whether to accept it or not. It's a good deal better from a money point of view than this curacy, but there are objections."
"Where is it?"
"That's one of the chief objections. It's in a very poor part of a crowded manufacturing town, a place black with huge chimneys that send out clouds of
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smoke, where there's hardly a blade of grass, and the very trees are all blighted4 with the chemicals in the air. Father knows the place well; he was curate there for a short time just after his ordination5. He called it Sodom-and-Gomorrah-mixed then, and it's probably worse instead of improved, for they've built more chemical works, he hears."
"Oh!" said Gwen, her enthusiasm very much damped. "But he's surely not going to accept it?"
"I don't know. There are many things to be considered. We're a big family, and the boys have got to be educated somehow. I don't know how it's to be done here."
"There's the Stedburgh Grammar School."
"Yes, but how are we to manage the fees? Winnie can't go and teach there to equalize their school bills! If we went to Rawtenbeck, they could all three be sent to King Edward's College. It's certainly an inducement."
"And we should have to leave the Parsonage, and the garden, and everything at Skelwick!"
"Yes; that's the terrible part. Father's simply torn in two. He's done so much for Skelwick. Think what it was when he came! And now there's the Mission Room at Basingwold, and the Lads' Club, and the Library, and the Men's Class, and the Temperance union, and all the Guilds6. Perhaps, if he went, another curate might come who took no interest in them, and they would all go to pieces."
"Dad would be fearfully missed if he went."
"Yes; but there's another side even to that. He's only curate here, and if Mr. Sutton were to die, and
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a new rector came to North Ditton, Dad would be expected to resign. Curates always do when there's a change of incumbent7; it's clerical etiquette8. Mr. Sutton is such an old man that, you see, this may happen any time, so Dad can't feel really settled here."
"I wish he were rector instead of only curate!" sighed Gwen.
"Ah, so do I! But Skelwick isn't a parish by itself, it's only a part of North Ditton. If Dad accepts the living of Rawtenbeck he'll be a vicar then, and he says there's any amount of work to be done in the place. The church has been fearfully slack! He hardly knows which needs him most, Skelwick or Rawtenbeck."
"When must he make up his mind?"
"Fortunately, not immediately. The Bishop9 has given him six weeks to think it over before he need decide."
"Then we've six weeks' reprieve," said Gwen.
She was extremely agitated at the news. She had often thought in a vague way how nice it would be if her father were appointed to a living, but she had never anticipated such a change as this. To remove to a smoky, dirty manufacturing town, where even the trees were blighted with chemicals! The proposition seemed intolerable. Gwen hurried out of the garden and climbed a little way up the headland at the back of the house. It was Saturday morning, and there were plenty of tasks to be done at home, but at the present she felt she must be alone with her thoughts. To leave Skelwick—to go away from all
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this and perhaps never see it again! She sat down on a rock, and took a long comprehensive look over the whole landscape.
There were the cliffs, and the headland, and the great wide stretch of rolling, shimmering10 sea, and the little red sails of the fishing smacks11 far out on the blue horizon; below her stretched the village, with its irregular red roofs and gay patches of flower gardens, and the shingly12 cove13 where some of the boats lay beached. She could just see the chimneys of the Parsonage, and the corner of the tennis lawn where Martin was playing with Jingles14, and a scrap15 of the common where Winnie's hens were pecking in the coarse grass. Above the village, a conspicuous16 object against the sky, rose their little church of St. John the Baptist, standing17 on the high headland at the very edge of the bare wold, as Father often said, like a voice crying in the wilderness18. Who would come there, she wondered, if Dad went? Skelwick was only a chapel-of-ease to North Ditton, and before Mr. Gascoyne's time the place had been much neglected. No resident clergyman had lived there, and though a curate had come from the Parish Church at North Ditton to take Sunday services, no attempt had been made to get hold of the rough fisher folk in the district. It had been uphill work, and with very little assistance or encouragement, for Mr. Sutton, the rector, was old and in delicate health, and quite unable to take any active part; indeed, for many years he had never visited Skelwick or the neighbouring hamlets.
"Everything worth having here is owing to Dad,"
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thought Gwen. "I don't know how he'd ever bear to leave it."
She could not contemplate19 the idea of the smoky Vicarage at Rawtenbeck. Though she sometimes dreamt of how she would go out into the world and do things when she grew up, she had always imagined the Parsonage as a place that would still be there for her to come home to whenever she wished, even from the wilds of Canada. She loved every inch of the dear little house, and every clump20 of flowers in the garden was like a friend.
"As far as homes and houses go I'm a rank old Conservative. I hate being uprooted," said Gwen to herself.
She felt so unsettled she could not go back at present. Her preparation must wait, and she would take a walk higher up on the wold to try and recover her equanimity21. The fresher air of the headland always calmed her when she was annoyed or irritable22.
For some time she strolled on rather aimlessly among the heather and the gorse bushes, watching the birds or the grasshoppers23, and sitting down every now and then to drink in a fuller enjoyment24 of the scene. She was quite alone, and to-day at any rate Gwen loved solitude25. No—after all she had not the moor26 entirely27 to herself. Over a ridge28 of bracken loomed29 a funny little black figure, which seemed to be moving in her direction. As it came nearer she could make out that it was a little old gentleman, very small and thin and wizened30, with a face as yellow as parchment, and a long, hooked nose, and eyes set in a mass of wrinkles. His clothes did not fit him particularly
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well, and were ill cut, and his hat was decidedly shabby. He walked along peering through his glasses as if he were shortsighted, and occasionally even feeling his way with a cane31 which he carried. When he saw Gwen he hastened towards her with an appearance of relief.
"I'm so glad to find somebody in this wild place," he began, in a funny little cracked voice that matched his face and figure. "Can you tell me if I am very far away from the village of Skelwick?"
"About two miles," replied Gwen, wondering who the stranger could be.
"Indeed! And in which direction may the place lie? I'm afraid I am rather out of my reckoning;" and he pulled a road map from his pocket and held it within two inches of his eyes.
"It's down there to the left, but the path's a little hard to find. You have to be careful you don't go through the wrong gap and walk over the edge of the cliff."
"Tut-tut-tut! Such spots ought to be marked 'Dangerous' on the maps. I shall write to the publishers and tell them so. As far as I understand now I am standing exactly here?" and he handed the rather dilapidated sheet to Gwen for verification.
"What a queer old crank!" she thought; but she answered civilly, and tried to identify the particular spot, as he seemed so anxious about it.
"Thank you! If you will put a cross at the point where you consider there is a dangerous gap I shall be obliged, and will endeavour to avoid the place," he remarked.
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"YES, YOU CAN EASILY GO MILES OUT OF YOUR WAY" "YES, YOU CAN EASILY GO MILES OUT OF YOUR WAY"
"I am going back to Skelwick myself, and I could show you the way if you like," returned Gwen, moved with a sudden compassion32 for the frail33 little figure, a whole head shorter than her stalwart self.
"If it will not be incommoding you, I shall be glad to avail myself of your offer. I am a trifle shortsighted, and these moorland paths are confusing."
"Yes, you can easily go miles out of your way," agreed Gwen, wondering again who the stranger could be.
He did not look like an ordinary tourist, and as they walked together over the wold he began to make a number of enquiries about Skelwick and the people who lived there. He was an artful questioner, and Gwen, almost before she realized what she was doing, gave him a full and detailed34 history of the neighbourhood, including what it had been before Father came, and what it was now.
"Of course some of them still drink, but they're better than they were," she said. "Six years ago most of the fishermen wouldn't go near a service, and spent all Sunday with bottles of whisky in that little cabin on the shore, the very one Dad's made into a newsroom now. I don't know what the place would do without him if he really—" but here she stopped in great distress35, remembering she was letting out the secret which Beatrice had strictly36 enjoined37 her to keep.
The blinking, shortsighted eyes did not seem to take any notice of her confusion. The old gentleman twitched38 his mouth hard, and then merely remarked:
"It's well to be a favourite in one's parish."
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"I wish it were Dad's parish!" said Gwen, following up her private train of thought. "If Skelwick were a separate living of its own, quite apart from North Ditton, he could do so much more. It's fearfully hampering40 to be under another church that's such a long way off. It doesn't give Dad a free hand at all."
"Yes—yes—yes; exactly so," commented the stranger, wrinkling up his forehead into thick lines.
He was very silent after this, as if he were turning something over in his mind, and Gwen, who began to think she had chattered41 too much, walked along trying to remember what she had said. They had almost reached the village by now; the sun was glaring on the red roofs below them and on the white highroad which led to North Ditton.
"This is my short cut back to the Parsonage," said Gwen, stopping at a stile; "but if you want the 'King's Arms' you must go along that footpath42 to the right."
"Thank you! I shall get some lunch there, and then go on to North Ditton. By the by, what time is your evening service on Sunday?"
"Half-past six," replied Gwen, wondering as she turned away why a stranger who was evidently only passing through Skelwick should ask such a question.
"Mere39 curiosity, I suppose," she thought. "He seems an inquisitive43 old fellow."
She told her experiences to Beatrice and Winnie, but they had no more idea than herself of the identity of the little old gentleman.
"Some tourist on a walking tour, I expect," said Beatrice. "You were quite right to show him the
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way; but you really must be careful, Gwen, and not talk so freely to chance people whom you meet. I'd rather you didn't go on the moors44 quite alone. Take one of the boys next time."
"Stumps45 is a far worse blabber than I am!" laughed Gwen. "He'd have given the most intimate details of our household arrangements, and what we were going to have for dinner to-day. Perhaps have added an invitation!"
"Which would surely not have been accepted."
"I don't know! Such an eccentric old fellow might be capable of anything. I shall look out for him in church to-morrow evening."
And much to Gwen's surprise he was actually there. He turned up rather late—during the singing of the first Psalm46, in fact—and left in the middle of the hymn47 after the sermon. He sat on one of the benches close to the door, and Gwen would hardly have known of his presence had she not recognized the peculiar48 way in which he cleared his throat, which attracted her attention to him.
"Who was that stranger, Robert?" she asked the clerk afterwards.
"Don't know at all, Miss Gwen. I never see him in my life before. Funny old chap, weren't he? But he put a half-crown in the plate before he left! We don't get many half-crowns at Skelwick; it's mostly pennies and threepennybits, with a few sixpences, as I collect."
"Perhaps he just came over from North Ditton for the walk; he seems to be fond of walking, and perhaps he wanted to see the village by sunset," said
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Gwen. "I wish he'd stayed five minutes longer and spoken to Father. He always likes to welcome strangers who come to the church."
"And those bean't a-many," returned the clerk as he locked the big door.
It was a little incident, and seemed quite unimportant at the time. Gwen dismissed it quickly from her mind, for she had very many other things to think about just then, things that seemed paramount49 and far more interesting and exciting than chance tourists who asked questions.
But she was to hear of the eccentric old gentleman again.
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