For a couple of days after the return of the miller3 with his daughter and son, very little was said about the past;—very little, at least, in which either the father or Sam took any part. Between the two sisters there were no doubt questions and answers by the hour together as to every smallest detail of the occurrences at Salisbury. And the mother almost sang hymns4 of joy over her child, in that the hour which she had so much dreaded5 had passed by. But the miller said not a word;—and Sam was almost equally silent. “But it be all over, Sam?” asked his mother, anxiously one day. “For certain sure it be all over now?”
“There’s one, mother, for whom it ain’t all over yet;—poor devil.”
“But he was the—murderer, Sam.”
“So was t’other fellow. There weren’t no difference. If one was more spry to kill t’old chap than t’other, Acorn6 was the spryest. That’s what I think. But it’s done now, and there ain’t been much justice in it. As far as I sees, there never ain’t much justice. They was nigh a-hanging o’ me; and if those chaps had thought o’ bringing t’old man’s box nigh the mill, instead of over by t’old woman’s cottage, they would a hung me;—outright. And then they was twelve months about it! I don’t think much on ’em.” When his mother tried to continue the conversation,—which she would have loved to do with that morbid7 interest which we always take in a matter which has been nearly fatal to us, but from which we have escaped,—Sam turned into the mill, saying that he had had enough of it, and wouldn’t have any more.
Then, on the third day, a report of the trial in a county newspaper reached them. This the miller read all through, painfully, from the beginning to the end, omitting no detail of the official occurrences. At last, when he came to the account of Sam’s evidence, he got up from the chair on which he was sitting close to the window, and striking his fist upon the table, made his first and last comment upon the trial. “It was well said, Sam. Yes; though thou be’est my own, it was well said.” Then he put the paper down and walked out of doors, and they could see that his eyes were full of tears.
But from that time forth8 there came a great change in his manner to his youngest daughter. “Well, Carry,” he would say to her in the morning, with as much outward sign of affection as he ever showed to any one; and at night, when she came and stood over him before he lifted his weary limbs out of his chair to take himself away to his bed, he turned his forehead to her to be kissed, as he did to that better daughter who had needed no forgiveness from him. Nevertheless, they who knew him,—and there were none who knew him better than Fanny did,—were aware that he never for a moment forgot the disgrace which had fallen upon his household. He had forgiven the sinner, but the shame of the sin was always on him; and he carried himself as a man who was bound to hide himself from the eyes of his neighbours because there had come upon him a misfortune which made it fit that he should live in retirement9.
Sam took up his abode10 in the house, and worked daily in the mill, and for weeks nothing was said either of his going away or of his return. He would talk to his sisters of the manner in which he had worked among the machinery11 of the Durham mine at which he had found employment; but he said nothing for awhile of the cause which had taken him north, or of his purpose of remaining where he was. He ate and drank in the house, and from time to time his father paid him small sums as wages. At last, sitting one evening after the work of the day was done, he spoke12 out his mind. “Father,” said he, “I’m about minded to get me a wife.” His mother and sisters were all there and heard the proposition made.
“And who is the girl as is to have thee, Sam?” asked his mother.
As Sam did not answer at once, Carry replied for him. “Who should it be, mother;—but only Agnes Pope?”
“It ain’t that ’un?” said the miller, surlily.
“And why shouldn’t it be that ’un, father? It is that ’un, and no other. If she be not liked here, why, we’ll just go further, and perhaps not fare worse.”
There was nothing to be said against poor Agnes Pope,—only this, that she had been in Trumbull’s house on the night of the murder, and had for awhile been suspected by the police of having communicated to her lover the tidings of the farmer’s box of money. Evil things had of course been said of her then, but the words spoken of her had been proved to be untrue. She had been taken from the farmer’s house into that of the Vicar,—who had, indeed, been somewhat abused by the Puddlehamites for harbouring her; but as the belief in Sam’s guilt13 had gradually been abandoned, so, of course, had the ground disappeared for supposing that poor Agnes had had ought to do in bringing about the murder of her late master. For two days the miller was very gloomy, and made no reply when Sam declared his purpose of leaving the mill before Christmas unless Agnes should be received there as his wife;—but at last he gave way. “As the old ‘uns go into their graves,” he said, “it’s no more than nature that the young ‘uns should become masters.” And so Sam was married, and was taken, with his wife, to live with the other Brattles at the mill. It was well for the miller that it should be so, for Sam was a man who would surely earn money when he put his shoulder in earnest to the wheel.
As for Carry, she lived still with them, doomed14 by her beauty, as was her elder sister by the want of it, to expect that no lover should come and ask her to establish with him a homestead of their own.
Our friend the Vicar married Sam and his sweetheart, and is still often at the mill. From time to time he has made efforts to convert the unbelieving old man whose grave is now so near to his feet; but he has never prevailed to make the miller own even the need of any change. “I’ve struv’ to be honest,” he said, when last he was thus attacked, “and I’ve wrought15 for my wife and bairns. I ain’t been a drunkard, nor yet, as I knows on, neither a tale-bearer, nor yet a liar16. I’ve been harsh-tempered and dour17 enough I know, and maybe it’s fitting as they shall be hard and dour to me where I’m going. I don’t say again it, Muster18 Fenwick;—but nothing as I can do now’ll change it.” This, at any rate, was clear to the Vicar,—that Death, when it came, would come without making the old man tremble.
Mr. Gilmore has been some years away from Bullhampton; but when I last heard from my friends in that village I was told that at last he was expected home.
The end
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