Bess did as she was directed; and then paused anxiously in the kitchen to conjecture26 what new form her husband's insanity27 was taking. Occasionally a muttered growl28 came from the recesses29 of the bedroom; and in about a quarter of an hour out came Jem, so transformed that Bess began to doubt her own sanity, and could only say, through her tears:—
"For the love of God, Jem, is 't yourself or your ghost?"
It certainly was not a ghost, but a fine, handsome man, over six feet high, his hair curled, and his whiskers shining with Trotter Oil, and his long pilot coat with the velvet30 collar, which he had got from Father Laverty, and on which the merciful night, now falling, concealed31 the abrasions32 of time. Bess looked at him with all a wife's admiration33; and then, half crying, half laughing, said:—
"And what new divilmint are ye up to now?"
Jem answered not a word. He was on the war-path. He only said sarcastically:—
"Ye needn't expect me home to tay, Mrs. Deady. I'm taking tay with shupparior company to-night."
An hour later there were three gentlemen in Father Letheby's parlor35, who appeared to have known each other in antenatal times, so affectionate and confidential36 were they. The gentleman in the middle was sympathizing with his brethren in the legal profession—for he had introduced himself as the local bailiff—on their being sent down from the metropolis37 and its gayeties, from their wives and children, into this remote and forsaken38 village called Kilronan.
"It ain't too bad," said one, with a strong Northern accent. "A' have bun in wuss diggins thon thus!"
Then the conversation drifted to possible dangers. And it appeared there was not, in Her Majesty's dominions39, a more lawless and fiendish set of ruffians than those who lurked40 in Kilronan. Why, what did they do in the days of the Lague? Didn't they take his predecessor41, as honest a man as ever lived, and strip him, and nail him by the ears to his door, where his neighbors found him in the morning? But "the poluss? the poluss?" "Oh! they're always looking the other way. But let us get the taste of these murderin' ruffians out o' our mout'! Come down to Mrs. Haley's. There isn't a better dhrop betune this and Dublin."
"But the proputty? the proputty?" said the bailiffs, looking around anxiously.
"As safe as if ye had it in yere waistcoat pockets," they were assured.
The three well-dressed gentlemen moved with easy dignity down the one dark street of the village, piloted carefully by the central figure, who linked his arms affectionately in his comrades', and smoked his weed with as much dignity as if he had been born in Cuba.
"Huv tha' no gaws here?" cried his neighbor.
"No. But we're thinkin' of getting up the electric light; at laste the parish priest do be talkin' about it, and sure that's the same as havin' it. But here we are. Now, one word! There's one ruffian here whose name mustn't pass yere mout', or we don't know the consekinces. He's a most consaited and outrageous43 ruffian, doesn't care for law or judge, or priest or pope; he's the only one ye have to be afeard of. Listen, that ye may remimber. His name is Jem Deady. Keep yere mouths locked on that while ye 're here."
It was a pleasant little party in Mrs. Haley's "cosey" or "snuggery." There was warmth, and light, and music, and the odor of rum-punch and lemon, and the pungency44 of cigars, and the pleasant stimulus45 of agreeable conversation. Occasionally one of the "byes" looked in, but was promptly46 relegated47 to the taproom, at a civil distance from the "gintlemin." By and by, however, as more charity and less exclusiveness prevailed under the generous influences of good liquor, the "gintlemin" requested to be allowed to show the light of their glowing faces in the plebeian48 taproom; and the denizens49 of the latter, prompt at recognizing this infinite condescension50, cheered the gentlemen to the echo.
"'T is the likes of ye we wants down here," they cried; "not a set of naygurs who can't buy their tay without credit."
But the local bailiff didn't seem to like it, and kept aloof51 from the dissipation. Also, he drank only "liminade." It was admitted in after years that this was the greatest act of self-denial that was recorded in history. His comrades chaffed him unmercifully.
"And there isn't better liquor in the Cawstle cellars. Here's to yer health, missus."
So the night wore on.
But two poor women had an anxious time. These were Lizzie, who, in some mysterious manner, persuaded herself that she was responsible for the custody54 and safe keeping of the bailiffs in the eyes of the law; and if anything happened to them she might be summoned up to Dublin, and put on her trial on the capital charge. The other was Mrs. Deady. When eleven o'clock struck, she expected to hear every moment the well-known footsteps of her spouse; but no! Half-past eleven—twelve struck—and Jem had not returned. At half-past twelve there was a peculiar55 scratching sound at the back-door, and Bess opened it and dragged Jem into her arms, whilst she poured into his face a fire of cross-questions.
"Ax me no questions an' I'll tell ye no lies," said Jem. "Have ye anythin' to ate?"
Bess had, in the shape of cold fat bacon. Jem set to hungrily.
"Would ye mind covering up the light in the front windy, Bess?" said Jem.
Bess did so promptly, all the while looking at her spouse in a distressed57 and puzzled manner.
"Jem," said she at length, "may the Lord forgive me if I'm wrong, but I think ye're quite sober."
Jem nodded. A knock came to the door. It was Lizzie.
"Have ye no news of the bailiffs, Jem?"
"I have, acushla. I left them at your dure half an hour ago, and they're now fast asleep in their warm and comfortable beds."
"They're not in our house," said Lizzie, alarmed. "Oh, Jem, Jem, what have ye done, at all, at all?"
"I'll tell ye, girl," said Jem, emphatically. "I left the gintlemin at your dure, shook hands wid them, bid them good-night, and came down here. Is that thrue, Bess?"
"Every word of it," said Bess.
"Go back to your bed, alanna," said Jem, "and have pleasant dhreams of your future. Thim gintlemin can mind theirselves."
"'T is thrue, Lizzie," said Bess. "Go home, like a good girl, and make your mind aisy."
Lizzie departed, crying softly to herself.
"What mischief58 have ye done, Jem?" said Bess, when she had carefully locked and bolted the door. "Some day ye'll be dancin' upon nothin', I'm thinkin'."
The following day was Sunday and All Saints' Day besides; and Jem, being a conscientious60 man, heard an early Mass; and being a constitutional man, he strolled down to take the fresh air—down the grassy61 slopes that lead to the sea. Jem was smoking placidly62 and at peace with himself and the world. One trifle troubled him. It was a burn on the lip, where the candle had caught him the night before at Mrs. Haley's, when he was induced to relax a little, and with his hands tied behind his back, grabbed at a rosy63 apple, and caught the lighted candle in his mouth. But that was a trifle. As Jem calmly strolled along, he became suddenly aware of a marine64 phenomenon; and Jem, as a profound student of natural history, was so interested in the phenomenon that he actually took the pipe from his mouth and studied the marvel65 long and carefully. About twenty yards from where he was standing66, a huge pile of rock started suddenly from the deep—a square, embattled mass, covered by the short, springy turf that alone can resist the action of the sea. Beside it, a tall needle of rock, serrated and sharp, shot up. These two solitary67 islands, the abode68 of goats and gulls69, were known in local geography as the Cow and Calf70. Now the Cow and Calf were familiar to Jem Deady from his childhood. So were the deep, hollow caves beneath. So was the angry swirl71 of the tide that, parted outside the rocks, swept around in fierce torrents72, and met with a shock of strength and a sweat of foam73 at the angle near the cliffs. Therefore, these things did not surprise the calm, equable mind of Jem. But perched on the sward on the top were two strange beings, the like of whom Jem had never seen before, and whom his fancy now at once recognized as the mermen of fable74 and romance. Their faces were dark as that of his sable75 majesty; their hair was tossed wildly. But they looked the picture of despair, whereas mermen were generally reputed to be jolly. It might be no harm to accost76 them, and Jem was not shy about strangers.
"Hallo, there!" he cried across the chasm77; "who the—are ye? Did ye shwim across from ole Virginny, or did ye escape from a throupe of Christy Minstrels?"
"You, fellow," said a mournful voice, "go at once for the poluss."
"Aisier said than done," said Jem. "What am I to say suppose the gintlemin are not out of their warm beds?"
"Tell them that two of Her gracious Majesty's servants are here—brought here by the worst set of ruffians that are not yet hanged in Ireland."
"And what do ye expect the police to do?" said Jem, calmly.
"To do? Why, to get a boat and tuk us out o' thus, I suppose!"
"Look at yere feet," said Jem, "and tell me what kind of a boat would live there?"
True enough. The angry waters were hissing78, and embracing, and swirling79 back, and trying to leap the cliffs, and feeling with all their awful strength and agility80 for some channel through which they might reach and devour81 the prisoners.
By some secret telegraphy a crowd had soon gathered. One by one, the "byes" dropped down from the village, and to each in turn Jem had to tell all he knew about the mermen. Then commenced a running fire of chaff52 from every quarter.
"Where are yere banjoes, gintlemin? Ye might as well spind the Sunday pleasantly, for the sorra a wan7 o' ye will get off before night."
"Start 'Way down the Suwanee River,' Jem, and we'll give 'em a chorus."
"You're Jem Deady, I suppose," said one of the bailiffs. "Well, Deady, remember you're a marked mon. I gut82 yer cherickter last night from a gentleman as the greatest ruffian amongst all the ruffians of Kilronan—"
"Yerra, man, ye're takin' lave of yer sinses. Is 't Jem Deady? Jem Deady, the biggest omadhaun in the village."
"Jem Deady, the greatest gommal[9] that ever lived."
"Jem Deady, that doesn't know his right hand from his left."
"Jem Deady, who doesn't know enough to come in out of the wet."
During all these compliments Jem smoked placidly. I had forgotten one of the most serious duties of a novelist—the description of Jem's toilette. I had forgotten to say that a black pilot coat with velvet collar, red silk handkerchief, etc., was a veritable Nessus shirt to Jem. So passionately84 fond of work was he, and so high an idea had he conceived on the sacredness and nobleness of work, that integuments savoring85 of Sabbath indolence were particularly intolerable to him. He moved about stiffly in them, was glad to shake them off, and resume his white, lime-stained, patched, and torn, but oh! such luxuriously86 easy garments of every-day life. Then I regret to have to record an act of supreme87 vanity, that might be pardonable or venial88 in a young lady going to a ball or coming out in her first concert, but was simply shocking in a middle-aged89 man going out to Mass on a Sunday morning. Jem Deady actually powdered his face! I do not say that it was violet powder or that he used a puff90. His methods were more primitive91 and more successful. He went to a pot where lime was seething92, or rather had been seething. He took up the thick lumps and crushed them into dust. He made his face as white as if he were going to play the king in Macbeth, and Banquo's ghost was arising; and he turned his glossy93 locks into a cadaverous and premature94 grayness, and Bess didn't like it. She wanted to see him only one Sunday in "his best shuit"; but Jem, unkind fellow, would not grant her that gratification.
Where was I? Oh, yes!
Jem, nothing loth, "ruz" the "Suwanee River," and accompanying himself on an imaginary banjo, drew tears from all eyes by singing, with mingled95 pathos96 and regret:—
Eberywhere I roam;
Oh! darkies, how my heart grows weary,
Far from the old folks at home."
Then commenced a fresh cross-fire of chaff.
"The gintlemin in the orchaystra will now favor the company wit' a song."
"Begor, perhaps it's badin' ye were goin'. Don't ye know the rigulations of the coast? If ye were caught takin' off even yere hats here without puttin' on a badin' dress, ye'd be dragged before the Mayor and Lord Lieutenant99 of Kilronan, and get six weeks' paynal servitude."
Then suddenly a bright idea seemed to dawn on these scamps. There was a good deal of whispering, and nodding, and pointing; and at last Jem Deady stepped forward, and in a voice full of awe100 and sorrow he said:—
"Wan of the byes is thinkin' that maybe ye're the same strange gintlemin that are on a visit with the priest for the last three days, and who were dacent enough to shtand 'dhrinks all round' last night at Mrs. Haley's. 'Pon the vartue of yere oath, are ye?"
"We are. Und dom fools we made of ourselves."
"Now, aisy, aisy," said Jem. "Ye don't know us as yet; but sure wan good turn desarves another."
"Ye appear to be a dacent sort of fellow," said one of the bailiffs. "Now, look here. If ye get us 'ut of thus, we'll gev ye a pun' note, and as much dhrink as ye can bear."
Here there was a cheer.
"The tide goes down at four o'clock," said Jem, "and thin for eight minits there is a dhry passage across the rocks. Thin ye must run for yere lives, and we'll be here to help ye. But how the divil did ye get there? We never saw but a goat there afore."
"That's a matter for the Queen's Bench, my fine fellow. God help those who brought us here!"
"Amen!" cried all devoutly101, lifting their ragged56 hats. Then they departed to make the needful preparation. After they had half mounted the declivity102, one was sent back.
"The gintlemin who are going to resky ye," he said, "wants to know if ye have any conscientious objection to be brought over on the Sabbath; or wud ye rather remain where ye are till Monday?"
He was answered with an oath, and went away sadly. He was scandalized by such profanity. "Sich language on a Sunday mornin', glory be to God! What is the world comin' to?"
Four o'clock came, and the entire village of Kilronan turned out to the rescue. There were at least one thousand spectators of the interesting proceedings104, and each individual of the thousand had a remark to make, a suggestion to offer, or a joke to deliver at the unhappy prisoners. And all was done under an affectation of sympathy that was deeply touching105. Two constables106 kept order, but appeared to enjoy the fun. Now, in any other country but Ireland, and perhaps, indeed, we may also except Spain and France and Italy, a simple thing is done in a simple, unostentatious manner. That does not suit the genius of our people, which tries to throw around the simplest matter all the pomp and circumstance of a great event, and in the evolution thereof every man, woman, and child is supposed to have a personal interest, and a special and direct calling to order and arrange and bring the whole proceeding103 to perfection. Now, you would say, what could be simpler than to fling a rope to the prisoners and let them walk across on the dry rocks? That's your ignorance and your contempt for details; for no Alpine107 guides, about to cross the crevasses108 of a dangerous glacier109, with a nervous and timid following of tourists, ever made half the preparations that Jem Deady and his followers110 made on this occasion. Two stout111 fishermen, carrying a strong cable, clambered down the cliff, and crossed the narrow ledge112 of rock, now wet with seaweed and slippery. They might have gone down, with perfect ease, the goat-path, sanded and gravelled, by which the bailiffs were carried the night before; but this would not be value for a pound and the copious113 libations that were to follow. They then tied the cable around the bailiffs and around themselves, and proceeded on their perilous114 journey. With infinite care they stepped on rock and seaweed, shouting hoarse115 warnings to their mates; but all their warnings were not sufficient to prevent the bailiffs from slipping and floundering in the deep sea-water pools left by the receding116 tide. Somehow the rope would jerk, or a fisherman would slip, and down all would come together. Meanwhile hoarse shouts echoed from the gallery of spectators above.
"Pull aft there, Bill."
"Let her head stand steady to the cliff."
"Port your helm, you lubber; don't you see where you're standing for?"
"Ease her, ease her, Tim! Now let her for'ard." And so, with shouts, and orders, and a fair sprinkling of profane117 adjurations, the rescuers and the rescued were hauled up the roughest side of the cliff, until the black visages of the bailiffs were visible. Then there was a pause, and many a sympathetic word for the "poor min."
"Where did they come from, at all?"
"No one knows. They're poor shipwrecked furriners."
"Have they any talk?"
"Very little, except to curse."
"Poor min! and I suppose they're all drowned wet."
Whilst the rescuing party halted, and wiped the perspiration119 from their brows, one said, half apologetically:—
"I am axed by these gintlemin to tell ye—ahem! that there's a rule in this village that no credit is given, from the price of an ounce of tay to a pound of tobakky. An' if ye'd be so plasin' as to remimber that poun' note ye promised, an' if it is convanient and contagious120 to ye, perhaps—"
One of the bailiffs fumbled121 at his pockets in his critical condition, and making a round ball of the note, he flung it up the cliff side with a gesture of disgust. Jem Deady took up the missive, opened it calmly, studied the numbers, and put it in his pocket.
"Now, byes, a long pull, a sthrong pull, and a pull thegither!"
And in an instant the bailiffs were sprawling122 on the green turf. Such cheers, such congratulations, such slapping on the back, such hip118! hip! hurrahs! were never heard before. Then the procession formed and passed on to the village; and to the melodious123 strains of "God save Ireland!" the bailiffs were conducted to Father Letheby's house. Lizzie, half crying, half laughing with delight for having escaped arrest and capital punishment, prepared dinner with alacrity124; and then a great hush125 fell on the village—the hush of conjecture and surmise126. Would the bailiffs remain or depart? Would they recognize the deep hatred127 of the villagers under all the chaff and fun, or would they take it as a huge joke? The same questioning agitated128 their own minds; but they decided129 to go for two reasons, viz., (1) that, fresh from the conflict, they could give a more lurid130 description of their adventure, and obtain larger compensation; and (2) that whilst Jem Deady was scraping, with no gentle hand, the oil and lampblack from their faces, that he had placed there the evening before, he told them, confidentially132, to put a hundred miles between themselves and the villagers that night, if they did not care to leave their measures for a coffin133. And so, at six o'clock a car was hired, and amidst a farewell volley of sarcastic34 cheers and uncomplimentary epithets134, they drove to catch the night-mail to Dublin. Father Letheby promptly took possession, and found nothing wrong, except the odor of some stale tobacco smoke.
Next day was All Souls', and it was with whitened lips, and with disappointment writ135 in every one of his fine features, that he came up after Mass to ask had I received any letter. Alas136, no! He had pinned his faith, in his own generous, child-like way, to Alice's prophecy, and the Holy Souls had failed him. I went down to see Alice. She looked at me inquiringly.
"No letter, and no reprieve," I said. "You false prophetess, you child of Mahomet, what did you mean by deceiving us?"
She was crying softly.
"Nevertheless," she said at length, "it will come true. The Holy Souls will never fail him. The day is not past, nor the morrow."
Oh, woman, great is thy faith!
Yet it was a melancholy137 day, a day of conjecture and fear, a day of sad misgivings138 and sadder forebodings; and all through the weary hours the poor priest wore more than ever the aspect of a hunted fugitive139.
Next morning the cloud lifted at last. He rushed up to my house, before he had touched his breakfast, and, fluttering one letter in the air, he proffered140 the other.
Bishop's House, All Souls' Day, 187—.
I nodded my head. Alice was right.
My dear Father Letheby:—
"What?" he cried, jumping up, and coming behind my chair to read over my shoulder.
I have just appointed Father Feely to the pastoral charge of Athlacca, vacated by the death of Canon Jones; and I hereby appoint you to the administratorship of my cathedral and mensal priest here. In doing so, I am departing somewhat from the usual custom, seeing that you have been but one year in the diocese; but in making this appointment, I desire to mark my recognition of the zeal143 and energy you have manifested since your advent131 to Kilronan. I have no doubt whatever but that you will bring increased zeal to the discharge of your larger duties here. Come over, if possible, for the Saturday confessions144 here, and you will remain with me until you make your own arrangements about your room at the presbytery.
I am, my dear Father Letheby,
Yours in Christ,
——
"I never doubted the bishop," I said, when I had read that splendid letter a second time. "His Lordship knows how to distinguish between the accidents of a priestly life and the essentials of the priestly character. You have another letter, I believe?"
"Yes," he replied, as if he were moonstruck; "a clear receipt from the Loughboro' Factory Co. for the entire amount."
"Then Alice was right. God bless the Holy Souls!—though I'm not sure if that's the right expression."
There never was such uproar145 in Kilronan before. The news sped like wildfire. The village turned out en masse. Father Letheby had to stand such a cross-fire of blessings147 and questions and prayers, that we decided he had better clear out on Thursday. Besides, there was an invitation from Father Duff to meet a lot of the brethren at an agape at his house on Thursday night, when Father Letheby would be en route. God bless me! I thought that evening we'd never get the little mare148 under way. The people thronged149 round the little trap, kissed the young curate's hand, kissed the lapels of his coat, demanded his blessing146 a hundred times, fondled the mare and patted her head, until at last, slowly, as a glacier pushing its moraine before it, we wedged our way through a struggling mass of humanity.
"God be wid you, a hundred times!"
"And may His Blessed Mother purtect you!"
"And may your journey thry wid you!"
"Yerra, the bishop, 'oman, could not get on widout him. That's the raison!"
"Will we iver see ye agin, yer reverence?"
Then a deputation of the "Holy Terrors" came forward to ask him let his name remain as their honorary president.
"We'll never see a man again to lift a ball like yer reverence."
"No, nor ye'll niver see the man agin that cud rise a song like him!" said Jem Deady.
Father Letheby had gone down in the afternoon to see Alice. Alice had heard, and Alice was crying with lonely grief. He took up her small white hand.
"Alice," he said, "I came to thank you, my child, for all that you have done for me. Your prayers, your tears, but, above all, your noble example of endurance under suffering, have been an ineffable150 source of strength to me. I have wavered where you stood firm under the cross—"
"I must," he said; "I must tell you that your courage and constancy have shamed and strengthened me a hundredfold. And now you must pray for me. I dare say I have yet further trials before me; for I seem to be one of those who shall have no peace without the cross. But I need strength, and that you will procure152 for me."
"Father, Father!" said the poor girl, "it is you that have helped me. Where would I be to-day if you had not shown me the Crucified behind the cross?"
He laid in her outstretched hand a beautiful prayer-book; and thus they parted, as two souls should part, knowing that an invisible link in the Heart of Christ held them still together.
The parting with Bittra was less painful. He promised often to run over and remain at the "Great House," where he had seen some strange things. Nor did he forget his would-be benefactress, Nell Cassidy. He found time to be kind to all.
What a dinner was that at Father Duff's! Was there ever before such a tumult153 of gladness, such Alleluias of resurrection, such hip! hip! hurrahs! such grand and noble speeches? The brave fellows had joined hands, and dragged the beaten hero from the battlefield, and set the laurels154 on his head. Then they all wanted to become my curates, for "Kilronan spells promotion155 now, you know." But I was too wise to make promises. As we were parting for the night, I heard Father Letheby say to Duff:—
"I am under everlasting156 obligations to you. But you shall have that boat money the moment it comes from the Insurance Office. And those sewing-machines are lying idle over there; they may be of use to you here."
"All right! Send them over, and we'll give you a clear receipt. Look here, Letheby, it's I who am under obligations to you. I had a lot of these dirty shekels accumulated since I was in Australia; and I'm ashamed to say it, I had three figures to my credit down there at the National Bank. If I died in that state, 't would be awful. Now I have a fairly easy conscience, thanks again to you!"
When I reached my room that ev—morning, I was shocked and startled to find the hour hand of my watch pointing steadily157 to two a. m. I rubbed my eyes. Impossible! I held the watch to my ear. It beat rhythmically158. I shook my head. Then, as I sat down in a comfortable arm-chair, I held a long debate with myself as to whether it was my night prayers or my morning prayers I should say. I compromised with my conscience, and said them both together under one formula. But when I lay down to rest, but not to sleep, the wheels began to revolve159 rapidly. I thought of a hundred brilliant things which I could have said at the dinner table, but didn't. Such coruscations of wit, such splendid periods, were never heard before. Then my conscience began to trouble me. Two a.m.! two a.m.! two a. m.! I tried back through all my philosophers for an apology. Horace, my old friend, came back from the shades of Orcus.
"Dulce est desipere in loco,"
said he. Thank you, Flaccus! You were always ready:—
"Quandoque bonus dormitat Homerus,"
he cried, as he vanished into the shades. Then came Ovid, laurel-crowned, and began to sing:—
"Somne, quies rerum, placidissime somne deorum!"
But I dismissed him promptly. Then Seneca hobbled in, old usurer as he was, and said:—
"Commodis omnium læteris, movearis incommodis."
"Good man!" I cried; "that's just me!"
Then came dear, gentle St. Paul, with the look on his face as when he pleaded for the slave:—
"Rejoice with them that rejoice, and weep with them that weep!"
Lastly, came my own Kempensis, who shook his head gravely at me, and said:—
"A merry evening makes a sad morning!"
I like À Kempis; but indeed, and indeed, and indeed again, Thomas, you are sometimes a little too personal in your remarks.
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| n.祈神赐福；祷告；祝福，祝愿 | |
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sobbed
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procure
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tumult
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laurels
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promotion
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everlasting
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