CHAPTER IV.
LONG LEGS ARE GOOD FOR RUNNING IF NOT FOR DANCING.
Mistress Billet was a fat woman who honored her husband, delighted inher daughter and fed her field hands as no other housewife did formiles around. So there was a rush to be employed at Billet's.
Pitou appreciated his luck at the full value when he saw the goldenloaf placed at his elbow, the pot of cider set on his right, and thechunk of mild-cured bacon before him. Since he lost his mother, fiveyears before, the orphan had never enjoyed such cheer, even on a feastday.
He remembered, too, that his new duties of neatherd and shepherd hadbeen fulfilled by gods and demigods.
Besides Mrs. Billet had the management of the kine and orders were notharsh from Catherine's mouth.
"You shall stay here," said she; "I have made father understand thatyou are good for a heap of things; for instance, you can keep theaccounts----"
"Well, I know the four rules of arithmetic," said Pitou, proudly.
"You are one ahead of me. Here you stay."
"I am glad, for I could not live afar from you. Oh, I beg pardon, butthat came from my heart."
"I do not bear you ill will for that," said Catherine; "it is not yourfault if you like us here."
Poor young lambs, they say so much in so few words!
So Pitou did much of Catherine's work and she had more time to makepretty caps and "titivate herself up," to use her mother's words.
"I think you prettier without a cap on," he remarked.
"You may; but your taste is not the rule. I cannot go over to the townand dance without a cap on. That is all very well for fine ladies, whohave the right to go bareheaded and wear powder on the hair."
"You beat them all without powder."
"Compliments again, did you learn to make them at Fortier's."
"No, he taught nothing like that."
"Dancing?"
"Lord help us--dancing at Fortier's! he made us cut capers at the endof the birch."
"So you do not know how to dance? Still you shall come along with me onSunday, and see Master Isidor Charny dance: he is the best dancer ofall the gentlemen round here."
"Who is he?"
"Owner of Boursiennes Manor. He will dance with me next Sunday."
Pitou's heart shrank without his knowing why.
"So you make yourself lovely to dance with him?" he inquired.
"With him and all the rest. You, too, if you like to learn."
Next day he applied himself to the new accomplishment and had toacknowledge that tuition is agreeable according to the tutor. In twohours he had a very good idea of the art.
"Ah, if you had taught me Latin, I don't believe I should have made somany mistakes," he sighed.
"But then you would be a priest and be shut up in an ugly old monasterywhere no women are allowed."
"That's so; well, I am not sorry I am not to be a priest."
At breakfast Billet reminded his new man that the reading of theGilbert pamphlet was to take place in the barn at ten A. M. next day.That was the hour for mass, Pitou objected.
"Just why I pitch on it, to test my lads," replied the farmer.
Billet detested religious leaders as the apostles of tyranny, andseized the opportunity of setting up one altar against another.
His wife and daughter raising some remonstrance, he said that churchwas good enough for womanfolks, no doubt, and they might go and sleepaway their time there; but it suited men to hear stronger stuff, orelse the men should not work on his land.
Billet was a despot in his house; only Catherine ever coped with himand she was hushed when he frowned.
But she thought to gain something for Pitou on the occasion. Shepointed out that the doctrines might suffer by the mouthpiece; thatthe reader was too shabby for the phrases to make a mark. So Pitou wasagreeably surprised when Sunday morning came round to see the tailorenter while he was ruminating how he could "clean up," and lay on achair a coat and breeches of sky blue cloth and a long waistcoat ofwhite and pink stripes. At the same time a housemaid came in to puton another chair opposite the first, a shirt and a neckcloth; if theformer fitted, she was to make half-a-dozen.
It was the day for surprises: behind the two came the hatter whobrought a three-cocked hat of the latest fashion so full of style andelegance that nothing better was worn in Villers Cotterets.
The only trouble was that the shoes were too small for Ange: the manhad made them on the last of his son who was four years the senior ofPitou. This superiority of our friend made him proud for a space, butit was spoilt by his fear that he would have to go to the ball in hisold shoes--which would mar the new suit. This uneasiness was of shortduration. A pair of shoes sent for Father Billet were brought at thesame time and they fitted Pitou--a fact kept hidden from Billet, whomight not like his new man literally stepping into his own shoes.
When Pitou, dressed, hatted, shod and his hair dressed, looked athimself in the mirror, he did not know himself. He grinned approvinglyand said, as he drew himself up to his full height:
"Fetch along your Master Charnys now!"
"My eyes," cried the farmer, admiring him as much as the women when hestrutted into the main room: "you have turned out a strapper, my lad. Ishould like Aunt Angelique to see you thus togged out. She would wantyou home again."
"But, papa, she could not take him back, could she?"
"As long as he is a minor--unless she forfeited her right by drivinghim out."
"But the five years are over," said Pitou quickly, "for which Dr.Gilbert paid a thousand francs."
"There is a man for you!" exclaimed Billet: "just think that I amalways hearing such good deeds of his. D'ye see, it is life and deathfor him!" and he raised his hand to heaven.
"He wanted me to learn a trade," went on the youth.
"Quite right of him. See how the best intentions are given a twist. Athousand francs are left to fit a lad for the battle of life, and theyput him in a priest's school to make a psalm-singer of him. How muchdid your aunt give old Fortier?"
"Nothing."
"Then she pocketed Master Gilbert's money?"
"It is likely enough."
"Mark ye, Pitou, I have a bit of a hint to give you. When the oldhumbug of a saint cracks her whistle, look into the boxes, demijohnsand old crocks, for she has been hiding her savings. But to business.Have you the Gilbert book?"
"Here, in my pocket."
"Have you thought the matter over, father?" said Catherine.
"Good actions do not want any thought," replied the farmer. "The doctorbade me have the book read and the good principles sown. The book shallbe read and the principles scattered."
"But we can go to church?" ventured the maid timidly.
"Mother and you can go to the pew, yes: but we men have better to do.Come alone, Pitou, my man."
Pitou bowed to the ladies as well as the tight coat allowed andfollowed the farmer, proud to be called a man.
The gathering in the barn was numerous. Billet was highly esteemed byhis hired men and they did not mind his roaring at them as long as heboarded and lodged them bounteously. So they had all hastened to comeat his invitation.
Besides, at this period, the strange fever ran through France felt whena nation is going to go to work. New and strange words were current inmouths never pronouncing them. Freedom, Independence, emancipation,were heard not only among the lower classes but from the nobility inthe first place, so that the popular voice was but their echo.
From the West came the light which illumined before it burnt. The sunrose in the Great Republic of America which was to be in its round avast conflagration for France by the beams of which frightened nationswere to see "Freedom" inscribed in letters of blood.
So political meetings were less rare than might be supposed. Apostlesof an unknown deity sprang up from heaven knows where, and went fromtown to town, disseminating words of hope. Those at the head of thegovernment found certain wheels clogged without understanding wherethe hindranc
e lay. Opposition was in all minds before it appeared inhands and limbs, but it was present, sensible, and the more menacing asit was intangible like a spectre and could be premised before it wasgrappled with.
Twenty and more farmers, field hands, and neighbors of Billet were inthe barn.
When their friend walked in with Pitou, all heads were uncovered andall hats waved at arms-length. It was plain that these men were willingto die at the master's call.
The farmer explained that the book was by Dr. Gilbert which the youngman was about to read out. The doctor was well-known in the districtwhere he owned much land, while Billet was his principal tenant.
A cask was ready for the reader, who scrambled upon it, and began histask.
Common folks, I may almost say, people in general, listen with themost attention to words they do not clearly understand. The fullsense of the pamphlet escaped the keenest wits here, and Billet's aswell. But in the midst of the cloudy phrases shone the words Freedom,Independence and Equality like lightnings in the dark, and that wasenough for the applause to break forth:
"Hurrah for Dr. Gilbert!" was shouted.
When the book was read a third through, it was resolved to have therest in two more sessions, next time on the Sunday coming, when allhands promised to attend.
Pitou had read very well: nothing succeeds like success. He took hisshare in the cheers for the language, and Billet himself felt somerespect arise for the dismissed pupil of Father Fortier.
One thing was lacking to Ange, that Catherine had not witnessed hisoratorical triumph.
But Billet hastened to impart his pleasure to his wife and daughter.Mother Billet said nothing, being a woman of narrow mind.
"I am afraid you will get into trouble," sighed Catherine, smilingsadly.
"Pshaw, playing the bird of ill-omen again. Let me tell you that I likelarks better than owls."
"Father, I had warning that you were looked upon suspiciously."
"Who said so?"
"A friend."
"Advice ought to be thanked. Tell me the friend's name?"
"He ought to be well informed, as it is Viscount Isidor Charny."
"What makes that scented dandy meddle with such matters? Does he giveme advice on the way I should think? Do I suggest how he should cut hiscoat? It seems to me that it would be only tarring him with the samebrush."
"I am not telling you this to vex you, father: but the advice is givenwith good intention."
"I will give him a piece, and you can transmit it with my compliments.Let him and his upper class look to themselves. The National Assemblyis going to give them a shaking up; and the question will be roughlyhandled of the royal pets and favorites. Warning to his brother George,the Count of Charny, who is one of the gang, and on very close termswith the Austrian leech."
"Father, you have more experience than we, and you can act as youplease," returned the girl.
"Indeed," said Pitou in a low voice, "why does this Charny fop shove inhis oar anyhow?" for he was filled with arrogance from his success.
Catherine did not hear, or pretended not, and the subject dropped.
Pitou thought the dinner lasted a long time as he was in a hurry to gooff with Catherine and show his finery at the rustic ball. Catherinelooked charming. She was a pretty, black-eyed but fair girl, slenderand flexible as the willows shading the farm spring. She had trickedherself out with the natural daintiness setting off all her advantages,and the little cap she had made for herself suited her wonderfully.
Almost the first of the stray gentlemen who condescended to patronizethe popular amusement was a young man whom Pitou guessed to be IsidorCharny.
He was a handsome young blade of twenty-three or so, graceful in everymovement like those brought up in aristocratic education from thecradle. Besides, he was one of those who wear dress to the best harmony.
On seeing his hands and feet, Pitou began to be less proud overNature's prodigality towards him in these respects. He looked downat his legs with the eye of the stag in the fable. He sighed whenCatherine wished to know why he was so glum.
But honest Pitou, after being forced to own the superiority of Charnyas a beauty, had to do so as a dancer.
Dancing was part of the training, then: Lauzum owed his fortune atcourt to his skill in a curranto in the royal quadrille. More than oneother nobleman had won his way by the manner of treading a measure andarching the instep.
The viscount was a model of grace and perfection.
"Lord 'a' mercy," sighed Pitou when Catherine returned to him; "I shallnever dare to dance with you after seeing Lord Charny at it."
Catherine did not answer as she was too good to tell a lie; she staredat the speaker for he was suddenly becoming a man: he could feeljealousy.
She danced three or four times yet, and after another round with IsidorCharny, she asked to be taken home; that was all she had come for, onemight guess.
"What ails you?" she asked as her companion kept quiet; "why do you notspeak to me?"
"Because I cannot talk like Viscount Charny," was the other's reply."What can I say after all the fine things he spoke during the dances?"
"You are unfair, Ange; for we were talking about you. If your guardiandoes not turn up, we must find you a patron."
"Am I not good enough to keep the farm books?" sighed Pitou.
"On the contrary, with the education you have received you are fittedfor something better."
"I do not know what I am coming to, but I do not want to owe it toViscount Charny."
"Why refuse his protection? His brother the Count, is, they say,particularly in favor at the court, and he married a bosom friend ofthe Queen Marie Antoinette. Lord Isidor tells me that he will get you aplace in the custom-house, if you like."
"Much obliged, but as I have already told you, I am content to stay asI am, if your father does not send me away."
"Why the devil should I," broke in a rough voice which Catherinestarted to recognize as her father's.
"Not a word about Lord Isidor," whispered she to Pitou.
"I--I hardly know--I kind o' feared I was not smart enough, stammeredAnge.
"When you can count like one o'clock, and read to beat theschoolmaster, who still believes himself a wise clerk. No, Pitou, thegood God brings people to me, and once they are under my rooftree, theystick as long as He pleases."
With this assurance Pitou returned to his new home. He had experienceda great change. He had lost trust in himself. And so he slept badly.He recalled Gilbert's book; it was principally against the privilegedclasses and their abuses, and the cowardice of those who submitted tothem. Pitou fancied he began to understand these matters better and hemade up his mind to read more of the work on the morrow.
Rising early, he went down with it into the yard where he could havethe light fall on the book through an open window with the additionaladvantage that he might see Catherine through it. She might be expecteddown at any moment.
But when he glanced up from his reading at the intervention ofan opaque body between him and the light, he was amazed at thedisagreeable person who caused the eclipse.
This was a man of middle age, longer and thinner than Pitou, clad in acoat as patched and thread-bare as his own--for Pitou had resumed hisold clothes for the working day--while thrusting his head forward on alank neck, he read the book with as much curiosity as the other feltrelish--though it was upside down to him.
Ange was greatly astonished. A kind smile adorned the stranger's mouthin which a few snags stuck up, a pair crossing another like boar'sfangs.
"The American edition," said the man snuffling up his nose, "In octavo,'On the Freedom of Man and the Independence of Nations. Boston, 1788.'"
Pitou opened his eyes in proportion to the progress of the unknownreader, so that when he had reached the end his eyes were at the utmostextent.
"Just so, sir," said Pitou.
"This is the treatise of Dr. Gilbert's?" said the man in black.
"Yes, sir," rejoined the
young man politely.
He rose as he had been taught that he must not sit in a superior'spresence and to simple Ange everybody was a superior. In risingsomething fair and rosy attracted his attention at the window: it wasCatherine come down at last, who was making cautionary signs to him.
"I do not want to be inquisitive, sir, but I should like to know whosebook this is?" remarked the stranger pointing at the book withouttouching it as it was between Pitou's hands.
Pitou was going to say it belonged to Billet, but the girl motionedthat he ought to lay claim to it himself. So he majestically responded:
"This book is mine."
The man in black had seen nothing but the book and its reader and heardbut these words. But he suspiciously glanced behind: swift as a bird,Catherine had vanished.
"Your book?"
"Yes; do you want to read it--'Avidus legendi libri' or 'legendiehistoriae?'"
"Hello! you appear much above the condition your clothes beseem," saidthe stranger: "'Non dives vestitu sed ingenio'----and it follows thatI take you into custody."
"Me, in custody?" gasped Pitou at the summit of stupefaction.
At the order of the man in black, two sergeants of the Paris Policeseemed to rise up out of the ground.
"Let us draw up a report," said the man, while one of the constablesbound Pitou's hands by a rope and took the book into his ownpossession, and the other secured the prisoner to a ring happening tobe by the window.
Pitou was going to bellow, but the same person who had already soinfluenced him seemed to hint he should submit.
He submitted with a docility enchanting the policemen, and the man in ablack suit in particular. Hence, without any distrust, they walked intothe farmhouse where the two policemen took seats at a table while theother--we shall know what he was after presently.
Scarcely had the trio gone in than Pitou heard the voice:
"Hold up your hands."
He raised them and his head as well, and saw Catherine's pale andfrightened face: in her hand she held a knife.
Pitou rose on tiptoe and she cut the rope round his wrists.
"Take the knife," she said, "and cut yourself free from the ringbolt."
Pitou did not wait for twice telling but found himself wholly free.
"Here is a double-louis," went on the girl; "you have good legs. Makeaway. Go to Paris and warn the doctor."
She could not conclude for the constables appeared again as the coinfell at Pitou's feet. He picked it up quickly. Indeed the armedconstables stood on the sill for an instant, astounded to see the manfree whom they had left bound. But as at the dog's least stir the harebolts, at the first move of the police, Pitou made a prodigious leapand was on the other side of the hedge.
They uttered a yell which brought out the corporal, who held a littlecasket under the arm. He lost no time in speech-making but dartedafter the escaped one. His men followed his example. But they were notable to jump the hedge and ditch, like Pitou, and were forced to goroundabout.
But when they got over, they beheld the youth five hundred paces off onthe meadow, tearing away directly to the woods, a quarter of a leaguedistant, which he would gain in a short time.
He turned at this nick, and perceiving the enemy take up the chase,though more for the name of the thing than any hope of overtaking him,he doubled his speed and soon dashed out of sight in the thicket.
He had the wind as well as the swiftness of the buck, and he ran forten minutes as he might for an hour. But judging that he was out ofdanger, by his instinct, he stopped to breathe, listen and make surethat he was quite alone.
"It is incredible what a quantity of incidents have been crammed intothree days," he mused.
He looked alternately at his coin and the knife.
"I must find time to change the gold and give Miss Catherine a pennyfor the knife, for fear it will cut our friendship. Never mind, sinceshe bade me go to Paris, I shall go."
On making out where he was, he struck a straight line over the heath tocome out on the Paris highroad.
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