Amelia Barr - I, Thou, and the Other One: A Love Story стр 4.

Well, I never! Putting thy own son down with harlots and swine, and such like!

I do nothing of the sort, Maude. Theres all kinds of prodigals. Has not Edgar left his home and gone away with Radicals and Reformers, and poor, discontented beggars of all makes and kinds? Happen, I could have forgiven him easier if it had been a bit of pleasuring,wine and a bonny lass, or a race-horse or two. But mechanics meetings, and pandering to ranting RadicalsI call it scandalous!

Edgar has a good heart.

A good heart! A cat and a fiddle! And that friend of his thou wantest me to run after, he is nothing but a bouncing, swaggering puppy! Body of me, Maude! I will not have this subject named again. If thou thinkest I will ever humble to Edgar Atheling, thou art off thy horse; for I will notnever!

Well, John, as none of thy family were ever out of their senses before, I do hope thou wilt come round; I do indeed!

Make thyself easy on that score. Lord! What did the Almighty make women of? It confounds me.

To be sure it does. Didst thou expect the Almighty to tell thee? He has so ordered things that men get wed, and then try and find the secret out. Thou hadst better go to bed, John Atheling. I see plainly there is neither sense nor reason in thee to-night. I fancy thou art a bit set up with the thought of being sent to Parliament by Duke Richmoor. I wouldnt if I was thee, for thou wilt have to do just what he tells thee to do.

What an aggravating woman thou art! and with the words he passed through the door, clashing it after him in a way that made Mistress Atheling smile and nod her handsome head understandingly. She stood waiting until she heard a door clash sympathetically up-stairs, and then she said softly,

He did not manage to throw or threep me; if he was cock of the walk down on the greenwhat fools men are!I see clear through himstubborn thoughtakes after his motherand there never was a woman more stubborn than Dame Joan Atheling.

During this soliloquy she was locking up the cupboards in the parlour and houseplace. Then she opened the kitchen door and sharply gave the two women watching the malt mash her last orders; after which she took off her slippers at the foot of the stairs, and went very quietly up them. She had no light, but without any hesitation she turned towards a certain corridor, and gently pushed open a door. It let her into a large, low room; and the moonlight showed in the centre of it a high canopied bedstead, piled with snowy pillows and drapery, and among them, lying with closed eyes, her daughter Kate.

Kate! Kitty darling! Are you awake? she whispered.

Mother! Yes, dear Mother, I am wide awake.

Your father has been in one of his tantrums againfretting and fuming like everything.

Poor father! What angered him?

Well, child, I angered him. Why wouldnt I? He saw a man in the village who has been living with Edgar for a year, and he never asked him whether your poor brother was alive or dead. What do you think of that?

It was too bad. Never mind, Mother. I will go to the village in the morning, and I will find the man, and hear all about Edgar. If there is any chance, and you want to see him, I will bring him here.

I would like him to come here, Kitty; for you know he might take Edgar his best clothes. The poor lad must be in rags by this time.

Dont fret, Mother. Ill manage it.

I knew you would. Your father is going to Parliament, Kate. The Duke offers to seat him, and you will get up to London. What do you think of that?

I am very glad to hear it. Father ought to be in Parliament. He is such a straight-forward man.

Well, I dont know whether that kind of man is wanted there, Kate; but he will do right, and speak plain, I have no doubt. I thought I would tell you at once. It is something to look forward to. Now go to sleep and dream of what may come out of it,for one thing, you shall have plenty of fine new dressesgood-night, my dear child.

Good-night, Mother. You may go sweetly to sleep, for I will find out all about Edgar. You shall be at rest before dinner-time to-morrow. Then the mother stooped and tucked in the bedclothing, not because it needed it, but because it was a natural and instinctive way to express her care and tenderness. Very softly she stepped to the door, but ere she reached it, turned back to the bed, and laying her hand upon Kittys head whispered, Lord Exham is home again. He is coming here to-morrow.

And Kate neither spoke nor moved; but when she knew that she was quite alone, a sweet smile gathered round her lips, and with a gentle sigh she went quickly away to the Land of Happy Dreams.

CHAPTER SECOND

CECIL AND EDGAR

Early the next morning the Squire was in the parlour standing at the open lattices, and whistling to a robin on a branch of the cherry-tree above them. The robin sang, and the Squire whistled, scattering crumbs as he did so, and it was this kindly picture which met Kates eyes as she opened the door of the room. To watch and to listen was natural; and she stood on the threshold doing so until the Squire came to the last bars of his melody. Then in a gay voice she took it up, and sang to his whistling:

Hello, Kate! he cried in his delight as he turned to her; and as joyously as the birds sing Spring! she called, Good-morning, Father!

God bless thee, Kate! and for a moment he let his eyes rest on the vision of her girlish beauty. For there was none like Kate Atheling in all the North-Riding; from her sandalled feet to her shining hair, she was the fairest, sweetest maid that ever Yorkshire bred,an adorable creature of exquisite form and superb colouring; merry as a bird, with a fine spirit and a most affectionate heart. As he gazed at her she came close to him, put her fingers on his big shoulders, and stood on tiptoes to give him his morning greeting. He lifted her bodily and kissed her several times; and she said with a laugh,

One kiss for my duty, and one for my pleasure, and all the rest are stolen. Put me down, Father; and what will you do for me to-day?

What wouldst thou like me to do?

May I ride with you?

Nay; I cant take thee with me to-day. I am going to Squire Aytons, and from there to Rudbys, and very like as far as Ormesby and Pickering.

Then you will not be home to dinner?

Not I. I shall get my dinner somewhere.

Can I come and meet you?

Thou hadst better not.

At this moment Mrs. Atheling entered, and Kate, turning to her, said, Mother, I am not to ride with father to-day. He is going a visiting,going to get his dinner somewhere, and he thinks I had better not come to meet him.

Father is right. Father knows he is not to trust to when he goes somewhere for his dinner. For he will call for Ayton, and they two will get Rudby, and then it will be Ormesby, and so by dinner-time they may draw rein at Pickering, and Pickering will start Corn Laws and Protection for the Farmers, and midnight will be talked away. Is not that about right, John? but she asked the question with a smile that proved Maude Atheling was once more the wise and loving guardian angel of her husband.

Thou knowest all about it, Maude.

I know enough, any way, to advise thee to stand by thy own heart, and to say and do what it counsels thee. Pickering is made after the meanest model of a Yorkshireman; and when a Yorkshireman turns out to be a failure, he is a ruin, and no mistake.