As you drew from the sea, the precipitous nature of the land ceased, and far into the hazy8 distance the undulating down now waved with the ripening9 corn. The comfortable-looking homesteads scattered10 here and there seemed almost buried in the golden billows. The distinction, too, between the land and sea folk was sharply marked. The one rarely mingled11 with the other. When Grimleigh folk left Grimleigh it was mostly for the sea, while Poldew--the market-town some ten miles further inland--was the invariable goal of farmer and farm labourer.
Mr. Carwell owned the farm nearest to Grimleigh. It stretched directly from the ridge13 where the hills sloped beachwards. A broad highway running through the corn-lands lifted itself over the rise and dropped gradually down until it ran into the High Street bisecting the silt. Besides this main approach, the place was rich in paths, which ran round the meadows; these the Grimleigh folk put to the fullest possible use, both economic and romantic.
A month after the disappearance14 of Tera two figures might have been seen climbing one of these paths. The one was Herbert Mayne, a smart yeoman squire15, of handsome countenance16 and somewhat fickle17 disposition18; the other Rachel Carwell, to whom for some time past the young man had attached himself. Rachel was small and rather pale; but you would not have denied her prettiness. Her brown curling hair and a neat figure and large blue eyes were attractions quite strong enough for the inflammable Herbert to lose his head over. In spite of her modest slate-coloured garb19 and close bonnet20, Rachel knew very well that she was pretty. She in nowise resented Herbert's attentions, for he was well-looking, well-to-do, and of a good yeoman family. Her father, she knew, would approve of such a match, and as her own inclinations21 leaned towards it, she grudged22 Herbert neither her company nor her conversation. It is true that he had been wild, that there were many tales current in the district about his attentions to other girls, and that it was reported that he had once been in love with a gipsy girl; but Rachel looked upon all these things as follies23 of the past. Herbert was now a reformed character. He went to chapel24, he attended to his farm, and he cast no glance at another woman while Rachel was by; and, although he had said no word of love to her, she quite looked on him as her future husband. She was prepared to become Mrs. Mayne whenever he should propose to raise her to that dignity. There was no romance about Rachel or her courting: all was dull and respectable, with just an element of religion thrown in, to render her position irreproachable25.
When the pair reached the brow of the hill, they cast one glance at a distant field, where Farmer Carwell was cutting and binding26 his corn, then turned to look back on Grimleigh and the distant ocean sparkling in the strong sunshine. Rachel had taken Herbert's arm to climb the hill, and she still leaned on it with girlish confidence in its strong support. After a time they sat down on a convenient seat, and Rachel, feeling hot, took off her close linen27 bonnet. Her hair was very beautiful.
"What lovely curls you have!" said Herbert, admiringly. "It seems a shame to hide them."
Rachel laughed and blushed, not ill pleased. When was a woman impervious28 to flattery?
"It is not right that one of our congregation should give way to the vanities of this world," she said demurely29. "I should put on my bonnet again, since my hair attracts your attention."
"No, don't, Rachel. I like to see a woman make herself look as pretty as she can."
"Vanity and vexation of spirit, Herbert."
"Nonsense! I think our people are far too severe. Wouldn't you like to wear dresses of a pretty colour, and a gold brooch and a hat with flowers in it?"
"What is the use of thinking of such things?" said Rachel, rather pettishly30, for she had the true feminine instinct for fashion and colour. "Father would never let me dress gaily31; besides, think of the scandal there would be if I appeared in Bethgamul as you describe."
"That native girl, Tera, was gaily enough dressed, Rachel; and no one said anything in rebuke32 to her."
"You mean Bithiah," corrected Rachel, primly33. "Don't call her by the name her heathen father gave her; you forget, Bithiah was a king's daughter--not an English girl. Mr. Johnson said that her father wished her to be dressed like a parrot. After all, Bithiah was only a poor heathen."
"It did not do her much good, then," said Rachel, with jealousy35, "seeing that she ran away from our good minister. They will never find her again."
"Never!" said Herbert, confidently. "She has vanished as completely as though the earth had swallowed her up. Mr. Johnson thought that she might have gone to London. Indeed, he went there to search for her."
"Why to London?"
"Oh, it seems that the captain of the ship she came to England in lives in London--a man called Jacob Shackel, to whom Mr. Johnson thought she might have gone. But Shackel knew nothing about her, and Mr. Johnson came home in despair. I often wonder why she ran away."
"I don't," said Miss Carwell, shrewdly. "Everybody is making mystery out of her disappearance, but I can't see it myself. She was in love with my wicked cousin Jack36--and ran away with him."
"You are wrong, Rachel. Mr. Brand, the missionary37, asked Jack about that, and he denied it. Besides, Jack was almost mad with grief when he heard the girl was lost, and hunted for her everywhere. There isn't a hole or corner in the country where he has not been to search for her."
"Oh, Jack is very wicked and very clever," said Rachel, with a toss of her head. "He never comes to chapel, and was always a scoffer38 at godly things. He bowed down to that girl as though she were one of her own idols39. Jack has been gone from Grimleigh these two weeks. I believe Bithiah ran away first, and he joined her. Bithiah indeed!"--this with a more vigorous toss of the head--"she has forfeited40 all right to that name by her conduct. I shall call her Tera. Well, Jack, believe me--Jack and Tera, wherever they are, are together."
"But, Rachel, Jack left here to join his ship in London."
"So he says; but I don't believe him. Jack never did have any regard for the truth. No, he has joined Bithiah; else why did she take her pearls with her?"
This reasoning was so purely41 feminine that Herbert could neither follow nor answer it. He was a friend of Finland's, and had received from him so solemn an assurance about his ignorance of Tera's whereabouts, that he did not for one moment believe that the lovers were together. Moreover, before Jack had left for London he had asked Mayne to watch Johnson, so as to discover, if possible, if the minister were in anyway concerned in his ward4's disappearance. In pursuance of his promise, Herbert had made many inquiries42 about Johnson, and had learned much concerning him which he now imparted to Rachel.
"What! Mr. Johnson--in debt?" gasped45 Rachel, brokenly. "I don't believe it; no, I can't. Why, he lives like a pauper--at least, well within his income."
"He is hard up, for all that, Rachel. While at college he contracted certain debts, and these are not yet paid. Now he is suffering for the sins of his youth."
Rachel, who was a fervent46 admirer of the minister, jumped up, and began to walk towards the distant cornfield. She seemed very angry. "I would not talk of youthful sins if I were you," she said tartly47 to the astonished Herbert, as he regained48 his place by her side; "you are not so good yourself, or were not till lately."
"I never pretended to be a saint, Rachel. No man is, that I know of--not even our precious pastor, in spite of what they say. He was in love with Bithiah himself."
"I know that," retorted Miss Carwell, unexpectedly. "I have seen him looking at her in chapel. Do you think I have no eyes in my head? Of course Mr. Johnson loved her, and a very lucky girl she was to gain the affection of such a man. But that her heart was set on worldly things, she would have remained here and married our pastor, instead of running away with that wicked cousin of mine. But these debts, Herbert--who told you about them?"
"I heard of them from several people. But the main source is through Mr. Johnson's servant, who found one or two of the letters asking for payment, and read them."
"Oh, Herbert!--poor Mr. Johnson will be called to account by the elders for this. They think it is a dire12 sin to owe money."
"No doubt; and he will probably be asked to resign the pastorate of our Bethgamul. But----"
"Now don't you say a word against him," interrupted Rachel, with crimson49 cheeks, "or I shall go away."
"Rachel, you are not in love with him, I hope?"
"No, Mr. Mayne, I am not. How dare you say such a thing to me! I am in love with no one at present."
"Not with anyone?" whispered Mayne, looking directly at her.
"I refuse to answer questions which you have not the right to ask."
By her reply, Rachel hinted very plainly that Herbert could easily become possessed50 of that right by the simple procedure of a proposal. She quite expected him to do so, seeing that she had thus met him half-way; but to her surprise and secret anger he appeared in no way anxious to avail himself of the opportunity. Making no reply, he walked on gloomily beside her, silent and ill pleased. This behaviour both piqued51 and frightened her. So, determined52 not to say the first word in reconciliation53 of their tiff54, she, too, held her tongue. And so they walked on.
By this time they had arrived nearly at the cornfield where the harvesting was going on, under the personal supervision55 of Farmer Carwell. The sturdy old man was no convert to the use of steam, and his corn was reaped with sickle56 and scythe57 in the style of his forefathers58. A long line of men, whose bodies rose and fell in rhythmic59 movement, swept the glittering blades through the thick standing60 grain. At their heels scrambled61 a crowd of women and boys, binding the swathes into sheaves. After them came the gleaners, picking up what was left. The sun flamed hotly in a cloudless sky of soft blue, and the yellow plain glowed like a furnace, Carwell, with his coat off, was directing operations, and only desisted from shouting and working when he saw his daughter approach with the silent Herbert at her heels.
"Hey, lass! you are just in time to give us a hand," said he, wiping the perspiration63 from off his brow. "And you too, Mayne; but maybe you are too much taken up with your own crops to lend a hand with mine?"
"Oh, I'll help," said Herbert, slipping off his coat. "I just came up with Rachel here, although by rights I should be back at the farm."
"I'm sorry you troubled to come with me, Mr. Mayne," replied Rachel, not well pleased at this ungallant speech. "But we won't detain you here. Please go back to your own land."
"Nay64, nay," cried her father; "let the lad have a glass of beer and give us a hand if he will. We need all the help we can get, for I shouldn't be surprised if we have a deal of rain before the end of the week."
"The weather looks set enough now," said Herbert, picking up a scythe. "Phew! it's as hot as the tropics. Well, I'll mow65. Rachel, will you be my Ruth, and glean62 after me?"
Rachel tossed her head. "Indeed I will not, Mr. Mayne."
"It was 'Herbert' a few minutes ago," hinted the young man, dropping his voice.
"Ah, you were good then. Just now I am not pleased with you."
It was on Herbert's lips to ask her the reason, when a commotion66 was seen to take place amongst the harvesters. Excited voices were raised; two or three men stepped into the standing corn, and all threw down their hooks.
"Hullo, hullo!" cried the farmer, striding towards them. "What's all this?"
The answer he received startled him. A woman shrieked67, and then several of them came tearing past, wild-eyed and white-faced. Rachel looked at Mayne. "What--what is it?" she gasped. But without reply Herbert rushed on towards the disordered group.
"What is the matter?" roared Carwell, parting the crowd right and left. "What are ye----?"
Then his eye caught sight of a dark object lying in the middle of the corn, and he recoiled68. "A body!" he exclaimed, in horrified69 tone. "God help us--the body of a lass!"
It was, indeed, the body of a woman. The harvesters examined it, but they could not recognize the face. It had evidently lain there several weeks among the standing corn. Recognition of its identity was impossible; indeed rain and sun and wind had combined to blot70 out well-nigh all semblance71 to humanity. But the dress showed these were the remains72 of a woman. There was something very pitiful in this poor clay lying there in the sunshine.
"Strangled!" muttered Carwell, bending over it; "there is a cord round the throat. Send the women away," he shouted; "this is no sight for them. Poor lass! Dead--and in my field. I wonder who she was. Keep back, Rachel," he added, as his daughter, attracted by the news, came swiftly up.
But Rachel did not pause. She had caught sight of the dead woman's dress, and brushed past her father.
"Bithiah!" she cried. "It is Bithiah--Tera--Mr. Johnson's ward!"
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