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Not a very large acreage, it is true, but then it is all good land, for the most part such as auctioneers describe as rich, warm, deep, old pasture land; such land that, at the time this tale opens, any farmer, by thrift9, knowledge of his business, and hard work, could make even more than a bare living out of, and could meet his landlord on rent day with a cheerful face, knowing that after rent and other outgoings were provided for something would yet be left for himself.
Who occupies the Watercress Farm now, and whether in these days of depression his rent is forthcoming or not, matters little. At the time I write of it, it was rented by farmer Leigh, even as his forefathers10, according to village tradition, had rented it for some two hundred years. In quiet, conservative places like Coombe-Acton, a farm of this kind often goes from father to son with more regularity11 than an entailed12 estate, landlord and tenant13 well knowing that their interests are identical.
It was a fine afternoon towards the end of June. Abraham Leigh was standing14 by the gate of the field known as the home meadow looking at the long, ripe grass rippling15 as the summer breeze swept across it. He was a thoroughly16 good specimen17 of the Somersetshire farmer. A big, sturdy man, whose movements were slow and deliberate. His face, if heavy and stolid18, not by any means the face of a fool. No doubt, a man of circumscribed19 views—the world, for him, extending eastwards20 to Bristol market and westwards to the Bristol Channel. Nevertheless, respected in his little world as a wonderful judge of a beast, a great authority on tillages, and, above all, a man who always[145] had a balance in his favor at the Somersetshire Bank; a type of that extinct race, the prosperous farmer, who looked on all townsmen with contempt, thinking, as all farmers should think, that the owners of broad acres, and those engaged in agriculture were alone worthy22 of respect.
Yet, to-day, in spite of his advantages and acquirements, Farmer Leigh looked on the fifteen-acre meadow with a puzzled and discontented expression on his honest face; and, moreover, murmurs24 of dissatisfaction were proceeding25 from his lips. Farmers—Somersetshire farmers especially—are proverbial grumblers, but it is seldom they grumble26 without an audience. It is outsiders who get the benefit of their complaints. Besides, one would think that the tenant of Watercress Farm had little at present to complain of. The drop of rain so badly wanted had been long in coming, but it had come just in the nick of time to save the grass, and if the crop outwardly looked a little thin, Mr. Leigh’s experienced eye told him that the undergrowth was thick, and that the quality of the hay would be first-class. Moreover, what corn and roots he had looked promising27, so it seems strange that the farmer should be grumbling28 when he had no one to listen to him, and should lean so disconsolately29 upon the gate of the field when no one observed him.
“I can’t make him out,” he said. “Good boy he be, too; yet, instead o’ helping30 me with the land, always going about dreaming or messing with mud. Can’t think where he got his notions from. Suppose it must ’a been from the mother, poor thing! Always fond o’ gimcracks and such like, she were. Gave the lad such an outlandish name I’m ashamed to hear it.[146] Father’s and grandfather’s name ought to be good enough for a Leigh—good boy though he be, too!”
A soft look settled on Abraham Leigh’s face as he repeated the last words; then he went deeper into his slough31 of despond, where, no doubt, he battled as manfully as a Christian32 until he reached the other shore and fancied he had found the solution of his difficulties.
His face brightened. “Tell ’ee what,” he said, addressing the waving grass in front of him, “I’ll ask Mr. Herbert. Squire’s a man who have seen the world. I’ll take his advice about the boy. Seems hard like on me, too. Ne’er a Leigh till this one but what were a farmer to the backbone33!”
His mind made up, the farmer strode off to make arrangement with mowers. Had he been troubled with twenty unnatural34 and incompetent35 sons, the hay must be made while the sun shines.
Although he had settled what to do, it was some time before the weighty resolve was carried into execution. Folks about Coombe-Acton do not move with the celerity of cotton brokers36 or other men of business. Sure they are, but slow. So it was not until the September rent day that the farmer consulted his landlord about his domestic difficulty—the possession of a son, an only child, of about fifteen, who, instead of making himself useful on the land, did little else save wander about in a dreamy way, looking at all objects in nature, animate37 or inanimate, or employed himself in the mysterious pursuit which his father described as “messing with mud.” Such conduct was a departure from the respectable bucolic38 traditions of the Leigh family, so great, that at times the father thought it an infliction[147] laid upon him for some cause or other by an inscrutable Providence39.
There are certain Spanish noblemen who, on account of the antiquity40 of their families and services rendered, are permitted to enter the royal presence with covered heads. It was, perhaps, for somewhat similar reasons, a custom handed down from father to son and established by time, that the tenant of Watercress Farm paid his rent to the landlord in person, not through the medium of an agent. Mr. Herbert being an important man in the West country, the Leigh family valued this privilege as highly as ever hidalgo valued the one above mentioned. Mr. Herbert, a refined, intellectual-looking man of about fifty, received the farmer kindly41, and after the rent, without a word as to abatement42 or reduction, had been paid in notes of the county bank—dark and greasy43, but valued in this particular district far above Bank of England promises—landlord and tenant settled down to a few minutes’ conversation on crops and kindred subjects. Then the farmer unburdened his mind.
“I’ve come to ask a favor of your advice, sir, about my boy, Jerry.”
“Yes,” said Mr. Herbert, “I know him—a nice, good-looking boy. I see him at church with you, and about your place when I pass. What of him?”
“Well, you zee, zur,” said the farmer, speaking with more Somerset dialect than usual, “he’ve a been at Bristol Grammar School till just now. Masters all send good accounts of him. I don’t hold wi’ too much learning, so thought ’twere time he come home and helped me like. But not a bit o’ good he be on the varm; not a bit, zur! Spends near all his time messing about wi’ dirt.”
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“Doing what?” asked Mr. Herbert, astonished.
“A-muddling and a-messing with bits o’ clay. Making little figgers, like, and tries to bake ’em in the oven.”
“Oh, I see what you mean. What sort of figures?”
“All sorts, sir. Little clay figgers of horses, dogs, pigs—why, you’d scarce believe it, sir—last week I found him making the figger of a naked ’ooman! A naked ’ooman! Why, the lad could never a’ seen such a thing.”
Abraham Leigh waited with open eyes to hear Mr. Herbert’s opinion of such an extraordinary, if not positively44 unusual, proceeding.
Mr. Herbert smiled. “Perhaps your son is a youthful genius.”
“Genius or not, I want to know, sir, what to do wi’ him. How’s the boy to make a living? A farmer he’ll never be.”
“You follow me and I will show you something.”
Mr. Herbert led his guest to his drawing-room—a room furnished with the taste of a travelled man. As the farmer gaped45 at its splendor46, he directed his attention to four beautiful statues standing in the corners of the room.
“I gave the man who made those seven hundred pounds for them, and could sell them to-morrow for a thousand if I chose. That’s almost as good as farming, isn’t it?”
His tenant’s eyes were wide with amazement47. “A thousand pounds, sir!” he gasped48. “Why, you might have bought that fourteen-acre field with that.”
“These give me more pleasure than land,” replied Mr. Herbert. “But about your boy; when I am riding[149] by I will look in and see what he can do, then give you my advice.”
The farmer thanked him and returned home. As he jogged along the road to Watercress Farm, he muttered at intervals49: “A thousand pounds in those white figures! Well, well, well, I never did!”
Mr. Herbert was a man who kept a promise, whether made to high or low. Five days after his interview with Abraham Leigh he rode up to the door of the farm. He was not alone. By his side rode a gay, laughing, light-haired child of thirteen, who ruled an indulgent father with a rod of iron. Mr. Herbert had been a widower50 for some years; the girl, and a boy who was just leaving Harrow for the university, being his only surviving children. The boy was, perhaps, all that Mr. Herbert might have wished, but he could see no fault in the precocious51, imperious, spoilt little maid, who was the sunshine of his life.
She tripped lightly after her father into the farm-house, laughing at the way in which he was obliged to bend his head to avoid damage from the low doorway52; she seated herself with becoming dignity on the chair which the widowed sister, who kept house for Abraham Leigh, tendered her with many courtesies. A pretty child, indeed, and one who gave rare promise of growing into a lovely woman.
The farmer was away somewhere on the farm, but could be fetched in a minute if Mr. Herbert would wait. Mr. Herbert waited, and very soon his tenant made his appearance and thanked his visitor for the trouble he was taking on his behalf.
“Now let me see the boy,” said Mr. Herbert, after disclaiming53 all sense of trouble.
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Leigh went to the door of the room and shouted out, “Jerry, Jerry, come down. You’re wanted, my man.”
In a moment the door opened, and the cause of Mr. Leigh’s discontent came upon the scene in the form of a dark-eyed, dark-haired, pale-faced boy, tall but slightly built; not, so far as physique went, much credit to the country-side. Yet in some respects a striking-looking if not handsome lad. The dark, eloquent54 eyes and strongly-marked brow would arrest attention; but the face was too thin, too thoughtful for the age, and could scarcely be associated with what commonly constitutes a good-looking lad. Yet regularity of feature was there, and no one would dare to be sure that beauty would not come with manhood.
He was not seen at that moment under advantageous55 circumstances. Knowing nothing about the distinguished56 visitors, he had obeyed his father’s summons in hot haste; consequently he entered the room in his shirt sleeves, which were certainly not very clean, and with hands covered with red clay. Mr. Herbert looked amused, while the little princess turned up her nose in great disdain57.
Poor Abraham Leigh was much mortified58 at the unpresentable state in which his son showed himself. To make matters worse, the boy was not soiled by honest, legitimate59 toil60.
“Tut! tut!” he said, crossly. “All of a muck, as usual.”
The boy, who felt that his father had a right to complain, hung his head and showed signs of retreating. Mr. Herbert came to the rescue.
“Never mind,” he said, patting young Leigh on the[151] shoulder, “he has been working in his own fashion. I have come on purpose to see those modellings of yours, my boy.”
The boy started as one surprised. His cheek flushed, and he looked at the speaker with incredulity yet hope in his eyes.
“Yes,” said his father, sharply. “Go and put your hands under the pump, Jerry; then bring some of ’em down. Maybe, anyway, they’ll amuse the little lady.”
“No, no,” said Mr. Herbert. “I’ll come with you and see them for myself. Lead the way.”
Young Leigh did not speak, but his eyes thanked Mr. Herbert. That gentleman followed him from the room, leaving the farmer to amuse the little maid. He did this so far as he was able by producing a well-thumbed copy of the “Pilgrim’s Progress,” the leaves of which Miss Herbert condescended61 to turn daintily over until she was quite terrified by the picture of the combat with Apollyon.
Meanwhile “Jerry,” with a beating heart, led Mr. Herbert up-stairs to a room destitute62 of furniture save an old table and chair. A bucket half-full of common red clay stood in one corner, and on the table were several of the little clay figures which had excited the farmer’s ire and consternation63.
Crude, defective64, full of faults as they were, there was enough power in them to make Mr. Herbert look at the lad in wonderment, almost envy. He was a man who worshipped art; who had dabbled65 as an amateur in painting and sculpturing for years; who considered a gifted artist the most fortunate of mankind. So the word envy is not ill-chosen. What he[152] would have given half his wealth to possess came to this boy unsought for—to the son of a clod of a farmer the precious gift was vouchsafed66!
As he would have expected, the most ambitious efforts were the worst—the “naked ’ooman” was particularly atrocious—but, still wet, and not ruined by an abortive67 attempt at baking, was a group modelled from life; a vulgar subject, representing, as it did, Abraham Leigh’s prize sow, surrounded by her ten greedy offspring. There was such power and talent in this production that, had he seen nothing else, Mr. Herbert would have been certain that the lad as a modeller and copyist must take the first rank. If, in addition to his manual dexterity68, he had poetry, feeling, and imagination, it might well be that one of the greatest sculptors70 of the nineteenth century stood in embryo71 before him.
As Mr. Herbert glanced from the rough clay sketches72 to the pale boy who stood breathless, as one expecting a verdict of life or death, he wondered what could have been the cause of such a divergence73 from the traits habitual74 to the Leighs. Then he remembered that some twenty years ago Abraham Leigh had chosen for a wife, not one of his own kind, but a dweller75 in cities—a governess, who exchanged, no doubt, a life of penury76 and servitude for the rough but comfortable home the Somersetshire farmer was willing to give her. Mr. Herbert remembered her; remembered how utterly77 out of place the delicate, refined woman seemed to be as Leigh’s wife; remembered how, a few years after the birth of the boy, she sickened and died. It was from the mother’s side the artistic78 taste came.
Mr. Herbert, although a kind man, was cautious.[153] He had no intention of raising hopes which might be futile79. Yet he felt a word of encouragement was due to the lad.
“Some of these figures show decided80 talent,” he said. “After seeing them, I need scarcely ask you if you wish to be a sculptor69?”
Young Leigh clasped his hands together. “Oh, sir!” he gasped. “If it could only be!”
“You do not care to be a farmer, like your father?”
“I could never be a farmer, sir. I am not fit for it.”
“Yet, if you follow in your father’s track, you will lead a comfortable, useful life. If you follow art, you may go through years of poverty and suffering before success is attained81.”
The boy raised his head and looked full at the speaker; there was almost passionate82 entreaty83 in his eyes.
“Oh, sir,” he said, “if you would only persuade my father to let me try—even for a few years. If I did not succeed I would come back to him and work as a laborer84 for the rest of my life without a murmur23.”
Mr. Herbert was impressed by the boy’s earnestness. “I will speak to your father,” he said. Then the two went back to the sitting-room85, where they found Abraham Leigh much exercised by some difficult questions propounded86 by Miss Herbert respecting the nature of Apollyon.
“Take my little girl for a walk round the garden,” said Mr. Herbert to young Leigh. “I want to speak to your father.”
In spite of the great gulf87 between her and the clay-bespattered boy in his shirt sleeves, the little princess[154] was too glad of a change of scene to wish to disobey her father. She followed her conductor to the back of the house, and the boy and girl stepped out into the autumnal sunshine.
The little maid looked so trim and dainty in her neat riding-habit, coquettish hat and tiny gloves that his own draggled appearance struck the boy forcibly.
“If you will excuse me a minute,” he said, “I will run and wash my hands.”
“Yes; I think it will be better,” said Miss Herbert, with dignity.
In a minute or two young Leigh returned. He had found time not only to wash the rich red clay from his long, well-shaped fingers, but to slip on his coat and generally beautify himself. His improved appearance had a great effect upon the child, who, like most of her age, was influenced by exteriors88.
So Miss Herbert, this little great lady, unbent and allowed “Jerry” to lead her round the old-fashioned garden, to the out-houses and pigsties89, where the obese90 pigs lay oblivious91 of what fate had in store for them; to the stables; to the dairy, where she condescended to drink a glass of new milk, and by the time they had returned to the garden the two were as good friends as their different stations in life would permit. Young Leigh, who saw in this dainty little maid the incarnation of fairies, nymphs, goddesses, and other ideals which, in a dim way, were forming themselves in his brain, endeavored, after his first shyness had passed away, to show her what beautiful shapes and forms could be found in flower, leaf, and tree, and other things in nature. His talk, indeed, soared far above her pretty little head, and when they returned to the[155] garden he was trying to make her see that those masses of white clouds low down in the distance were two bodies of warriors92 just about to meet in deadly fray93.
“You are a very, very funny boy,” said Miss Herbert, with such an air of conviction that he was startled into silence.
“Your name is Jerry, isn’t it?” she continued. “Jerry’s an ugly name.”
“My name is Gerald—Gerald Leigh.”
“Oh; Gerald!” Even this child could see the impropriety of a tenant farmer having a son named Gerald. No wonder Abraham Leigh addressed his boy as Jerry!
“Do you like being a farmer?” she asked.
“I am not going to be a farmer; I don’t like it.”
“What a pity! Farmers are such a worthy, respectable class of men,” said the girl, using a stock phrase she had caught up somewhere.
The boy laughed merrily. Mr. Herbert’s approbation94 sat newly upon him, and he was only talking to a child; so he said:
“I hope to be worthy and respectable, but a much greater man than a farmer.”
“Oh! How great? as great as papa?”
“Yes; I hope so.”
“That’s absurd, you know,” said Miss Herbert, with all the outraged95 family pride that thirteen years can feel; and, turning away, she switched at the flowers with her riding-whip.
However, a few words from Gerald made them friends once more, and she expressed her pleasure that he should pick her one of the few roses which remained in the garden.
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“Roses are common,” said the boy. “Every one gives roses. I will give you something prettier.”
He went to the sunny side of the house, and soon returned with half a dozen pale lavender stars in his hands. They were blossoms of a new sort of late clematis, which some one’s gardener had given Abraham Leigh. Gerald’s deft96 fingers arranged them into a most artistic bouquet97, the appearance of which was entirely98 spoilt by Miss Herbert’s insistence99 that two or three roses should be added. The bouquet was just finished and presented when Mr. Herbert, followed by the farmer, appeared.
Although he said nothing more to young Leigh on the subject which was uppermost in the boy’s mind, the kindly encouraging look he gave him raised the widest hopes in his heart. Mr. Herbert bade the father and son a pleasant good-day, and rode off with his little daughter.
Miss Herbert carried the bunch of clematis for about two miles when, finding it rather encumbered100 her, tossed it over a hedge.
Gerald Leigh went back to his attic101 and commenced about half a dozen clay sketches of the prettiest object which as yet had crossed his path. For several days he was on thorns to hear what fate had in store for him; but fate, personified by his father, made no sign, but went about his work stolid and sphinx-like. Mr. Herbert, Gerald learned, had gone to London for a few days.
However, before a fortnight had gone by, Abraham Leigh received a letter from his landlord, and the same evening, whilst smoking his pipe in the farm kitchen, informed his son and his sister that to-morrow he was[157] going into Gloucestershire to see if his brother Joseph could spare him one of his many boys to take Jerry’s place. Jerry was to go to London the next day and meet Mr. Herbert. Most likely he’d stay there. ’Twas clear as noontide the boy would never make a farmer, and if there were fools enough in the world to buy white figures at hundreds of pounds apiece, Jerry might as well try to make his living that way as any other.
The truth is, Mr. Herbert told Abraham Leigh that if he would not consent to pay for his son’s art education, he, Mr. Herbert, would bear the expense himself. But the monetary102 part of it troubled the substantial farmer little. He could pay for his child’s keep if he could bring his mind to consent to his going. And now the consent was given.
Gerald heard his father’s communication with glowing eyes. For shame’s sake he hid his joy, for he knew that, with all his stolid demeanor103, his father almost broke down as he contemplated104 the diverging105 paths his son and he must henceforward thread. The boy thanked him from his heart, and the rough farmer, laying his hand on his child’s head, blessed him and bade him go and prosper21.
In this way Gerald Leigh left Coombe-Acton. At long intervals he reappeared for a few days. The worthy villagers eyed him askance; the only conception they could form of his profession being connected with dark-skinned itinerants106 who bore double-tiered platforms on their heads, and earned a precarious107 livehood by traversing the country selling conventional representations of angels and busts108 of eminent109 men.
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