Delphi Complete Works of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle (Illustrated)

by SIR ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE

  One day when I came in from the sheep, there was my father sitting with a letter in his hands, which was a very rare thing with us, except when the factor wrote for the rent. Then as I came nearer to him I saw that he was crying, and I stood staring, for I had always thought that it was not a thing that a man could do. I can see him now, for he had so deep a crease across his brown cheek that no tear could pass it, but must trickle away sideways and so down to his ear, hopping off on to the sheet of paper. My mother sat beside him and stroked his hands like she did the cat’s back when she would soothe it.

  “Aye, Jeannie,” said he, “poor Willie’s gone. It’s from the lawyer, and it was sudden or they’d ha’ sent word of it. Carbuncle, he says, and a flush o’ blood to the head.”

  “Ah! well, his trouble’s over,” said my mother.

  My father rubbed his ears with the tablecloth.

  “He’s left a’ his savings to his lassie,” said he, “and by gom if she’s not changed from what she promised to be she’ll soon gar them flee. You mind what she said of weak tea under this very roof, and it at seven shillings the pound!”

  My mother shook her head, and looked up at the flitches of bacon that hung from the ceiling.

  “He doesn’t say how much, but she’ll have enough and to spare, he says.

  And she’s to come and bide with us, for that was his last wish.”

  “To pay for her keep!” cried my mother sharply. I was sorry that she should have spoken of money at that moment, but then if she had not been sharp we would all have been on the roadside in a twelvemonth.

  “Aye, she’ll pay, and she’s coming this very day. Jock lad, I’ll want you to drive to Ayton and meet the evening coach. Your Cousin Edie will be in it, and you can fetch her over to West Inch.”

  And so off I started at quarter past five with Souter Johnnie, the long-haired fifteen-year-old, and our cart with the new-painted tail-board that we only used on great days. The coach was in just as I came, and I, like a foolish country lad, taking no heed to the years that had passed, was looking about among the folk in the Inn front for a slip of a girl with her petticoats just under her knees. And as I slouched past and craned my neck there came a touch to my elbow, and there was a lady dressed all in black standing by the steps, and I knew that it was my cousin Edie.

  I knew it, I say, and yet had she not touched me I might have passed her a score of times and never known it. My word, if Jim Horscroft had asked me then if she were pretty or no, I should have known how to answer him! She was dark, much darker than is common among our border lasses, and yet with such a faint blush of pink breaking through her dainty colour, like the deeper flush at the heart of a sulphur rose. Her lips were red, and kindly, and firm; and even then, at the first glance, I saw that light of mischief and mockery that danced away at the back of her great dark eyes. She took me then and there as though I had been her heritage, put out her hand and plucked me. She was, as I have said, in black, dressed in what seemed to me to be a wondrous fashion, with a black veil pushed up from her brow.

  “Ah! Jack,” said she, in a mincing English fashion, that she had learned at the boarding school. “No, no, we are rather old for that” — this because I in my awkward fashion was pushing my foolish brown face forward to kiss her, as I had done when I saw her last. “Just hurry up like a good fellow and give a shilling to the conductor, who has been exceedingly civil to me during the journey.”

  I flushed up red to the ears, for I had only a silver fourpenny piece in my pocket. Never had my lack of pence weighed so heavily upon me as just at that moment. But she read me at a glance, and there in an instant was a little moleskin purse with a silver clasp thrust into my hand. I paid the man, and would have given it back, but she still would have me keep it.

  “You shall be my factor, Jack,” said she, laughing. “Is this our carriage? How funny it looks! And where am I to sit?”

  “On the sacking,” said I.

  “And how am I to get there?”

  “Put your foot on the hub,” said I. “I’ll help you.”

  I sprang up and took her two little gloved hands in my own. As she came over the side her breath blew in my face, sweet and warm, and all that vagueness and unrest seemed in a moment to have been shredded away from my soul. I felt as if that instant had taken me out from myself, and made me one of the race. It took but the time of the flicking of the horse’s tail, and yet something had happened, a barrier had gone down somewhere, and I was leading a wider and a wiser life. I felt it all in a flush, but shy and backward as I was, I could do nothing but flatten out the sacking for her. Her eyes were after the coach which was rattling away to Berwick, and suddenly she shook her handkerchief in the air.

  “He took off his hat,” said she. “I think he must have been an officer. He was very distinguished looking. Perhaps you noticed him — a gentleman on the outside, very handsome, with a brown overcoat.”

  I shook my head, with all my flush of joy changed to foolish resentment.

  “Ah! well, I shall never see him again. Here are all the green braes and the brown winding road just the same as ever. And you, Jack, I don’t see any great change in you either. I hope your manners are better than they used to be. You won’t try to put any frogs down my back, will you?”

  I crept all over when I thought of such a thing.

  “We’ll do all we can to make you happy at West Inch,” said I, playing with the whip.

  “I’m sure it’s very kind of you to take a poor lonely girl in,” said she.

  “It’s very kind of you to come, Cousin Edie,” I stammered. “You’ll find it very dull, I fear.”

  “I suppose it is a little quiet, Jack, eh? Not many men about, as I remember it.”

  “There is Major Elliott, up at Corriemuir. He comes down of an evening, a real brave old soldier who had a ball in his knee under Wellington.”

  “Ah, when I speak of men. Jack, I don’t mean old folk with balls in their knees. I meant people of our own age that we could make friends of. By the way, that crabbed old doctor had a son, had he not?”

  “Oh yes, that’s Jim Horscroft, my best friend.”

  “Is he at home?”

  “No. He’ll be home soon. He’s still at Edinburgh studying.”

  “Ah! then we’ll keep each other company until he comes, Jack. And I’m very tired and I wish I was at West Inch.”

  I made old Souter Johnnie cover the ground as he has never done before or since, and in an hour she was seated at the supper table, where my mother had laid out not only butter, but a glass dish of gooseberry jam, which sparkled and looked fine in the candle-light. I could see that my parents were as overcome as I was at the difference in her, though not in the same way. My mother was so set back by the feather thing that she had round her neck that she called her Miss Calder instead of Edie, until my cousin in her pretty flighty way would lift her forefinger to her whenever she did it. After supper, when she had gone to bed, they could talk of nothing but her looks and her breeding.

  “By the way, though,” says my father, “it does not look as if she were heart-broke about my brother’s death.”

  And then for the first time I remembered that she had never said a word about the matter since I had met her.

  CHAPTER III.

  THE SHADOW ON THE WATERS.

  It was not very long before Cousin Edie was queen of West Inch, and we all her devoted subjects from my father down. She had money and to spare, though none of us knew how much. When my mother said that four shillings the week would cover all that she would cost, she fixed on seven shillings and sixpence of her own free will. The south room, which was the sunniest and had the honeysuckle round the window, was for her; and it was a marvel to see the things that she brought from Berwick to put into it. Twice a week she would drive over, and the cart would not do for her, for she hired a gig from Angus Whitehead, whose farm lay over the hill. And it was seldom that she went without bringing something back for one or other of us. It was
a wooden pipe for my father, or a Shetland plaid for my mother, or a book for me, or a brass collar for Rob the collie. There was never a woman more free-handed.

  But the best thing that she gave us was just her own presence. To me it changed the whole country-side, and the sun was brighter and the braes greener and the air sweeter from the day she came. Our lives were common no longer now that we spent them with such a one as she, and the old dull grey house was another place in my eyes since she had set her foot across the door-mat. It was not her face, though that was winsome enough, nor her form, though I never saw the lass that could match her; but it was her spirit, her queer mocking ways, her fresh new fashion of talk, her proud whisk of the dress and toss of the head, which made one feel like the ground beneath her feet, and then the quick challenge in her eye, and the kindly word that brought one up to her level again.

  But never quite to her level either. To me she was always something above and beyond. I might brace myself and blame myself, and do what I would, but still I could not feel that the same blood ran in our veins, and that she was but a country lassie, as I was a country lad. The more I loved her the more frightened I was at her, and she could see the fright long before she knew the love. I was uneasy to be away from her, and yet when I was with her I was in a shiver all the time for fear my stumbling talk might weary her or give her offence. Had I known more of the ways of women I might have taken less pains.

  “You’re a deal changed from what you used to be, Jack,” said she, looking at me sideways from under her dark lashes.

  “You said not when first we met,” says I.

  “Ah! I was speaking of your looks then, and of your ways now. You used to be so rough to me, and so masterful, and would have your own way, like the little man that you were. I can see you now with your touzled brown hair and your mischievous eyes. And now you are so gentle and quiet and soft-spoken.”

  “One learns to behave,” says I.

  “Ah, but, Jack, I liked you so much better as you were!”

  Well, when she said that I fairly stared at her, for I had thought that she could never have quite forgiven me for the way I used to carry on. That anyone out of a daft house could have liked it, was clean beyond my understanding. I thought of how when she was reading by the door I would go up on the moor with a hazel switch and fix little clay balls at the end of it, and sling them at her until I made her cry. And then I thought of how I caught an eel in the Corriemuir burn and chivied her about with it, until she ran screaming under my mother’s apron half mad with fright, and my father gave me one on the ear-hole with the porridge stick which knocked me and my eel under the kitchen dresser. And these were the things that she missed! Well, she must miss them, for my hand would wither before I could do them now. But for the first time I began to understand the queerness that lies in a woman, and that a man must not reason about one, but just watch and try to learn.

  We found our level after a time, when she saw that she had just to do what she liked and how she liked, and that I was as much at her beck and call as old Rob was at mine. You’ll think I was a fool to have had my head so turned, and maybe I was; but then you must think how little I was used to women, and how much we were thrown together. Besides she was a woman in a million, and I can tell you that it was a strong head that would not be turned by her.

  Why, there was Major Elliott, a man that had buried three wives, and had twelve pitched battles to his name, Edie could have turned him round her finger like a damp rag — she, only new from the boarding school. I met him hobbling from West Inch the first time after she came, with pink in his cheeks and a shine in his eye that took ten years from him. He was cocking up his grey moustaches at either end and curling them into his eyes, and strutting out with his sound leg as proud as a piper. What she had said to him the Lord knows, but it was like old wine in his veins.

  “I’ve been up to see you, laddie,” said he, “but I must home again now. My visit has not been wasted, however, as I had an opportunity of seeing la belle cousine. A most charming and engaging young lady, laddie.”

  He had a formal stiff way of talking, and was fond of jerking in a bit of the French, for he had picked some up in the Peninsula. He would have gone on talking of Cousin Edie, but I saw the corner of a newspaper thrusting out of his pocket, and I knew that he had come over, as was his way, to give me some news, for we heard little enough at West Inch.

  “What is fresh, Major?” I asked. He pulled the paper out with a flourish.

  “The allies have won a great battle, my lad,” says he. “I don’t think Nap can stand up long against this. The Saxons have thrown him over, and he’s been badly beat at Leipzig. Wellington is past the Pyrenees, and Graham’s folk will be at Bayonne before long.”

  I chucked up my hat.

  “Then the war will come to an end at last,” I cried.

  “Aye, and time too,” said he, shaking his head gravely. “It’s been a bloody business. But it is hardly worth while for me to say now what was in my mind about you.”

  “What was that?”

  “Well, laddie, you are doing no good here, and now that my knee is getting more limber I was hoping that I might get on active service again. I wondered whether maybe you might like to do a little soldiering under me.”

  My heart jumped at the thought.

  “Aye, would I!” I cried.

  “But it’ll be clear six months before I’ll be fit to pass a board, and it’s long odds that Boney will be under lock and key before that.”

  “And there’s my mother,” said I, “I doubt she’d never let me go.”

  “Ah! well, she’ll never be asked to now,” he answered, and hobbled on upon his way.

  I sat down among the heather with my chin on my hand, turning the thing over in my mind, and watching him in his old brown clothes, with the end of a grey plaid flapping over his shoulder, as he picked his way up the swell of the hill. It was a poor life this, at West Inch, waiting to fill my father’s shoes, with the same heath, and the same burn, and the same sheep, and the same grey house for ever before me. But over there, over the blue sea, ah! there was a life fit for a man. There was the Major, a man past his prime, wounded and spent, and yet planning to get to work again, whilst I, with all the strength of my youth, was wasting it upon these hillsides. A hot wave of shame flushed over me, and I sprang up all in a tingle to be off and playing a man’s part in the world.

  For two days I turned it over in my mind, and on the third there came something which first brought all my resolutions to a head, and then blew them all to nothing like a puff of smoke in the wind.

  I had strolled out in ‘the afternoon with Cousin Edie and Rob, until we found ourselves upon the brow of the slope which dips away down to the beach. It was late in the fall, and the links were all bronzed and faded; but the sun still shone warmly, and a south breeze came in little hot pants, rippling the broad blue sea with white curling lines. I pulled an armful of bracken to make a couch for Edie, and there she lay in her listless fashion, happy and contented; for of all folk that I have ever met, she had the most joy from warmth and light. I leaned on a tussock of grass, with Rob’s head upon my knee, and there as we sat alone in peace in the wilderness, even there we saw suddenly thrown upon the waters in front of us the shadow of that great man over yonder, who had scrawled his name in red letters across the map of Europe. There was a ship coming up with the wind, a black sedate old merchant-man, bound for Leith as likely as not. Her yards were square and she was running with all sail set. On the other tack, coming from the north-east, were two great ugly lugger-like craft, with one high mast each, and a big square brown sail. A prettier sight one would not wish than to see the three craft dipping along upon so fair a day. But of a sudden there came a spurt of flame and a whirl of blue smoke from one lugger, then the same from the second, and a rap, rap, rap, from the ship. In a twinkling hell had elbowed out heaven, and there on the waters was hatred and savagery and the lust for blood.

  We had sp
rung to our feet at the outburst, and Edie put her hand all in a tremble upon my arm.

  “They are fighting, Jack!” she cried. “What are they? Who are they?”

  My heart was thudding with the guns, and it was all that I could do to answer her for the catch of my breath.

  “It’s two French privateers, Edie,” said I, “Chasse-marries, they call them, and yon’s one of our merchant ships, and they’ll take her as sure as death; for the Major says they’ve always got heavy guns, and are as full of men as an egg is full of meat. Why doesn’t the fool make back for Tweedmouth bar?”

  But not an inch of canvas did she lower, but floundered on in her stolid fashion, while a little black ball ran up to her peak, and the rare old flag streamed suddenly out from the halliard. Then again came the rap, rap, rap, of her little guns, and the boom, boom of the big carronades in the bows of the lugger. An instant later the three ships met, and the merchant-man staggered on like a stag with two wolves hanging to its haunches. The three became but a dark blurr amid the smoke, with the top spars thrusting out in a bristle, and from the heart of that cloud came the quick red flashes of flame, and such a devils’ racket of big guns and small, cheering and screaming, as was to din in my head for many a week. For a stricken hour the hell-cloud moved slowly across the face of the water, and still with our hearts in our mouths we watched the flap of the flag, straining to see if it were yet there. And then suddenly, the ship, as proud and black and high as ever, shot on upon her way; and as the smoke cleared we saw one of the luggers squattering like a broken winged duck upon the water, and the other working hard to get the crew from her before she sank.