They moved into a yet smaller house in a yet meaner street. His mother had always been clever with her needle. A card in the front window gave notice that Mrs. Strong’nth’arm, dressmaker and milliner, was willing to make up ladies’ own materials and guaranteed both style and fit. Mill hands and miners’ wives and daughters supplied her clientêle. When things were going well orders were sufficient to keep Mrs. Strong’nth’arm’s sewing machine buzzing and clacking from morn till night.
There were periods, of course, when work was slack and bills remained unpaid1. But on the whole there was enough to just keep and clothe them. It was the problem of Anthony’s education that troubled them both.
And here again it was the Church that came to their rescue. The pious2 founder3 of St. Aldys’ Grammar School had decreed “Foundation Scholarships” enabling twelve poor boys belonging to the faith to be educated free, selection being in the hands of the governors. Sir William Coomber happened to be one, the Vicar another. Young[Pg 60] Tetteridge, overcoming his shyness, canvassed4 the remainder, taking Anthony with him. There was anxiety, alternation of hope and fear. In the end victory. Anthony, subjected to preliminary examination, was deemed sufficiently5 advanced for the third form. Sir William Coomber wrote him a note, the handwriting somewhat shaky, telling him to serve God and honour the Queen and be a blessing6 to his mother. And if ever there was anything that Sir William could do for him to help him he was to let Sir William know. The Vicar shook hands with him and wished him godspeed, adding incidentally that heaven helps those that help themselves. The headmaster received him in his study and was sure they were going to be friends. Young Tetteridge gave a cold collation7 in his honour, to which the head of the third form, the captain of the second division of the football team and three gentlemen of the upper sixth were invited. The captain of the second division of the football team examined his legs and tested his wind and expressed satisfaction. Jarvis, of the upper sixth, made a speech in his honour, quite a kindly8 speech, though it did rather suggest God Almighty9 to a promising10 black beetle11; and Anthony was called upon to reply.
Excess of diffidence had never been his failing.[Pg 61] It never was to be. He said he was glad he was going to be in the third form, because he did like Billy Saunders very much indeed. And he was glad that Mr. Williamson thought he’d be all right in time for football, because he thought it a jolly game and wanted to play it awfully12, if Mr. Williamson would help him and tell him what to do. And, he thought it awfully kind of Mr. Jarvis and Mr. Harrocks and Mr. Andrews to take notice of a little boy like he was; and he hoped that when he got into the upper sixth he’d be like them. And he was awfully bucked13 up at being one of the St. Aldys boys, because he thought it must be the finest school in all the world, and it was awfully ripping of Mr. Tetteridge to have got him into it. And then he sat down and everybody said “Bravo!” and banged the table, and Mr. Jarvis said it wasn’t half bad for a young ’un.
“Did I do all right?” he asked young Tetteridge after the others had gone.
“Splendiferous,” answered young Tetteridge, putting an affectionate arm around him. “You said something about all of them.”
“Yes; I thought they’d like that,” said Anthony.
He discovered that other sentiments than kindliness14 go to the making of a school. It leaked out that he was a “cropped head.” The founder—maybe [Pg 62]for hygienic reasons—had stipulated15 that his twelve free scholars should wear their hair cut close. The custom had fallen into disuetude, but the name still clung to them. By the time they had reached the upper division they had come to be tolerated. But the early stages were made hard for them. Anthony was dubbed16 “Pauper,” “Charity boy.” On the bench the boys right and left of him would draw away so that they might not touch him. In the playground he was left severely17 to himself. That he was quick and clever at his lessons and that the masters liked him worked still further to his disadvantage. At first young Saunders stuck up for him, but finding this made him a sharer of Anthony’s unpopularity soon dropped him, throwing the blame upon Anthony.
“You see it isn’t only your having come in on the ‘Foundation,’” he explained one day to Anthony, having beckoned18 him aside to a quiet corner behind a water-butt. “You ought to have told me your mother was a dressmaker.”
“So is young Harringay’s mother,” argued Anthony.
“Yes; but she keeps a big shop and employs girls to do the sewing,” explained Saunders. “Your mother lives in Snelling’s Row and works with her[Pg 63] own hands. You ought to have told me. It wasn’t fair.”
Ever since he could remember there had been cropping up things that Anthony could not understand. In his earlier days he had worried about these matters and had asked questions concerning them. But never had he succeeded in getting a helpful answer. As a consequence he had unconsciously become a philosopher. The wise traveller coming to an unknown country accepts what he finds there and makes the best of it.
“Sorry,” replied Anthony, and left it at that.
One day in the playground a boy pointed19 at him. He was standing20 with a little group watching the cricket.
Anthony stole a glance at the boy without making any sign of resentment22. As a matter of fact his mother did occasionally go out charing on days when there was no demand for her needle. He was a lithe23, muscular-looking lad some three inches taller than Anthony.
“Ain’t you going to fight him?” suggested a small boy near by with a hopeful grin upon his face.
“Not yet,” answered Anthony, and resumed his interest in the game.
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There was an old crony of his uncle’s, an ex-prize fighter. To this man Anthony made appeal. Mr. Dobb was in a quandary24. Moved by Mrs. Newt’s warnings and exhortations25, he had lately taken up religion and was now running a small public-house in one of the many mining villages adjoining Millsborough.
“It’s agin ‘the Book,’” he answered. “Fighting’s wrong. ‘Whosoever shall smite26 thee on the right cheek turn to him the other also.’ Haven’t tried that, have you?”
“He hasn’t done it,” explained Anthony. “He called my mother a charwoman. They’re always on to me, shouting after me ‘pauper’ and ‘charity boy.’”
“Damn shame,” murmured Mr. Dobb forgetfully.
“There’s something inside me,” explained Anthony, “that makes me want to kill them and never mind what happens to me afterwards. It’s that that I’m afraid of. If I could just give one or two of them a good licking it would stop it.”
Mr. Dobb scratched his head. “Wish you’d come to me a year ago, my lad,” he said, “before your aunt got me to promise to read a chapter of the Bible every night before I went to sleep.” He looked down at Anthony with an approving [Pg 65]professional eye. “You’ve got the shoulders, and your neck might have been made for it. Your reach couldn’t be better for your height. And all you need is another inch round your wind. In a couple of months I could have turned you out equal to anything up to six stun27 seven.”
“But the Bible tells us to fight,” argued Anthony. “Yes, it does,” he persisted in reply to Mr. Dobb’s stare of incredulity. “It was God who told Saul to slay28 all the Amalekites. It was God who taught David to fight, David says so himself. He helped him to fight Goliath.”
Mrs. Newt, having regard to Mr. Dobb’s age, had advised him to read the New Testament29 first. He had just completed the Acts.
“Are you quite sure?” demanded Mr. Dobb.
Anthony found chapter and verse and read them to him.
“Well, this beats me into a cocked hat,” was Mr. Dobb’s comment. “Seems to me to be a case of paying your money and taking your choice.”
Mr. Dobb’s scruples30 being thus laid at rest, he threw himself into the training of Anthony with the enthusiasm of an artist. Anthony promised not to fight till Mr. Dobb gave his consent, and for the rest of the term bore his purgatory31 in silence. On the last day of the vacation Mr. Dobb pronounced him[Pg 66] fit; and on the next morning Anthony set off hopeful of an early opportunity to teach his persecutors forbearance. They were interfering32 with his work. He wanted to be done with them. To his disappointment no chance occurred that day. A few of the customary jibes33 were hurled34 at him; they came, unfortunately, from boys too small to be of any use as an example.
But on his way home the next afternoon he saw, to his delight, young Penlove and Mowbray, of the lower fourth, turn up a quiet road that led through a little copse to the bathing place. Penlove was the boy who had called his mother a charwoman. Young Mowbray belonged to the swells35; his father was the leading solicitor36 of Millsborough. He was a quiet, amiable37 youth with soft eyes and a pink and white complexion38.
Anthony followed them, and when they reached the edge of the copse he ran and overtook them. It was not a good day for bathing, there being a chill east wind, and nobody else was in sight.
They heard Anthony behind them and turned.
“Coming for a swim?” asked young Mowbray pleasantly.
“Not today, thank you,” answered Anthony. “It’s Penlove I wanted to speak to. It won’t take very long.”
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Penlove was looking at him with a puzzled expression. Anthony was an inch taller than when Penlove had noticed him last.
“What is it?” he demanded.
“You called my mother a charwoman last term,” answered Anthony. “She does go out cleaning when she can’t get anything else to do. I think it fine of her. She wouldn’t do it if it wasn’t for me. But you meant it as an insult, didn’t you?”
“Well,” answered young Penlove, “what if I did?” He guessed what was coming, and somehow felt doubtful of the result notwithstanding the two years difference between them.
“I want you to say that you’re sorry and promise never to do it again,” answered Anthony.
It had to be gone through. Young Penlove girded his loins—to be exact, shortened his belt by a couple of holes and determined39 to acquit40 himself like an English schoolboy. Young Mowbray stepped to the end of the copse for the purpose of keeping cave.
It was a short fight, for which young Mowbray, who always felt a little sick on these occasions, was glad. Penlove was outclassed from the beginning. After the third round he held up his hand and gave Anthony best. Anthony helped him to rise, and[Pg 68] seeing he was still groggy41, propped42 him up against a tree.
“Never mind saying you’re sorry,” he suggested. “Leave me and my mother alone for the future, that’s all I want.” He held out his hand.
Young Mowbray had returned.
“Shake hands with him,” he advised Penlove. “You were in the wrong. Show your pluck by acknowledging it.”
Penlove shook hands. “Sorry,” he said. “We have been beastly to you. Take my tip and don’t stand any more of it.”
The story of the fight got about. Penlove had to account for his changed appearance, and did so frankly43. Genuine respect was the leading sentiment he now entertained towards Anthony.
It was shared by almost the entire third class, the only criticism directed against Anthony being for his selection of time and place. The fight ought to have been arranged for a Friday afternoon behind the pavilion, when all things might have been ordered according to ancient custom. That error could and must be rectified44. Penlove’s account of Anthony’s prowess might have been exaggerated to excuse his own defeat. Norcop, a hefty youngster and the pride of the lower fourth, might have given a different account. Anthony, on his way home[Pg 69] two days later, was overtaken in a quiet street by young Mowbray.
“You’ll have to fight Norcop next Friday week,” he told Anthony. “If you lick him there’s to be an end of it, and you’re to be left alone. I thought I’d let you know in time.”
Mowbray lived at the Priory, an old Georgian house with a big garden the other end of the town. He had come far out of his way.
“It’s awfully kind of you,” said Anthony.
“I hope you’ll win,” said Mowbray. “I’m a Socialist45. I think it rubbish all this difference between the classes. I think we’re all equal, and so does my sister. She’s awfully well read.”
“That’s why they’re putting him up,” answered Mowbray. “It’s a rotten silly idea. It’s the way that pack of wolves settle their differences. And the wolf that goes down all the others turn away from and try to make it worse for the poor begger. We’re just the same. If you get licked on Friday you’ll be persecuted48 worse than ever. There’s no sense in it.”
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Anthony looked round at him. It was new sort of talk, this. Young Mowbray flushed.
“I wonder if you could get to like me,” he said. “I liked you so for what you said to Penlove about your thinking it fine of your mother to go out cleaning. I haven’t got any friends among the boys; not real ones. They think me a muff.”
“I don’t,” answered Anthony. “I think you talk awfully interestingly. I’d like tremendously to be friends.”
Mowbray flushed again, with pleasure this time. “Won’t keep you now,” he said. “I do hope you’ll win.”
Anthony never left more than he could help to chance. For the next week all his spare time was passed in the company of Mr. Dobb, who took upon himself the duties not only of instructor49 but of trainer.
On the following Friday afternoon Anthony stepped into the ring with feelings of pleasurable anticipation50.
“Don’t you go in feeling angry or savage,” had been Mr. Dobb’s parting instruction. “Nothing interferes51 with a man’s wind more than getting mad. Just walk into him as if you loved him and were doing it for the glory of God.”
The chorus of opinion afterwards was that it had[Pg 71] been a pretty fight. That Norcop had done his best and that no disgrace attached to him. And that Strong’nth’arm was quite the best man for his years and weight that St. Aldys had produced so far back as the oldest boy could remember. The monitors shook hands with him, and the smaller fry crowded round him and contended for his notice. From ostracism52 he passed in half an hour to the leadership of the third class. It seemed a curious way of gaining honour and affection. Anthony made a note of it.
This principle that if a thing had to be done no pains should be spared towards the doing of it well he applied53 with equal thoroughness to the playing of his games. For lessons in football and cricket he exchanged lessons in boxing. Cricket he did not care for. With practice at the nets it was easy enough to become a good batsman; but fielding was tiresome54. There was too much hanging about, too much depending upon other people. Football appealed to him. It was swift and ceaseless. He loved the manœuvring, the subterfuge55, the seeming yielding, till the moment came for the sudden rush. He loved the fierce scrimmage, when he could let himself go, putting out all his strength.
But it was not for the sake of the game that he[Pg 72] played. Through sport lay the quickest road to popularity. Class distinctions did not count. You made friends that might be useful. One never knew.
His mother found it more and more difficult to make both ends meet. If she should fail before he was ready! Year by year Millsborough increased in numbers and in wealth. On the slopes above the town new, fine houses were being built. Her mill owners and her manufacturers, her coal-masters and her traders, with all their followers56 and their retainers, waxed richer and more prosperous. And along the low-lying land, beside the foul57, black Wyndbeck, spread year by year new miles of mean, drab streets; and the life of her poor grew viler58 and more cursed.
St. Aldys’ Grammar School stood on the northern edge of the old town. Anthony’s way home led him through Hill Terrace. From the highest point one looks down on two worlds: old Millsborough, small and picturesque59, with its pleasant ways and its green spaces, and beyond its fine new houses with their gardens and its tree-lined roads winding60 upward to the moor61; on the other hand, new Millsborough, vast, hideous62, deathlike in its awful monotony.
The boy would stop sometimes, and a wild terror[Pg 73] would seize him lest all his efforts should prove futile63 and in that living grave he should be compelled to rot and die.
To escape from it, to “get on,” at any cost! Nothing else mattered.
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| adj.无效的，无用的，无希望的 | |
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