^-^i^ '•L ^ rcl ]■■ } ijl'^ '^- ^THEY "l UON't know what I SHOULD HAVli DONE WITHOUT TALLIES."— p. 'THEY' BY RUDYARD KIPLING WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BT F. H. TOWNSEND iLontion MACMILLAN AND CO., Limited 1905 j4U rights reur-ved THE LIBRARY UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA SANTA BARBARA ILLUSTRATIONS ' I don't know what I should liavc done without tallies ' (p. 68) .... Frontispiece She turned and made as though looking about her 13 He fled at our approach , . . . • 17 I swerved amply lest the devil that leads little boys to play should drag me into child- murder . . . . . . • 2_|. It was a trap to catch all childhood, for on such a day, I argued, the children would not be far off . . . . . . ■ 29 'Why you've arranged them like playing shop ! ' . 33 The woman flung her apron o\-er her head and literally grovelled in the dust . . ■ \'^ 1 saw the Doctor come out of the cottage followed by a draggle-tailed wench . . • +7 At last a white-haired lady sitting under a cedar of Lebanon . . . . . • 5° THEY' V PAGE ' I dunno but it opens de 'cart like. Yes, it opens de 'cart ' 55 ' This is one of their rooms — everything ready, you sec' ........ 62 They must have slipped down while we were in the passages . . . . . -65 ' Would you like a lamp to see to eat by ? * . -67 The little brushing kiss tell in the centre of my palm ........ 74 ' And yet they love me. They must ! Don't theyr' 78 THE RETURN OF THE CHILDREN Neither the harps nor the crowns amused, nor the cherubs' dove-winged races — Holding hands forlornly the Children wandered beneath the Dome ; Plucking the radiant robes of the passers-by, and with pitiful faces Begging what Princes and Powers refused: — 'Ah, please will you let us go home ?' Over the jewelled floor, nigh weeping, ran to them Mary the Mother, Kneeled and caressed and made promise with kisses, and drew them along to the gateway — Yea, the all-iron unbribeable Door which Peter must guard and none other — Straightway She took the Keys from his keeping, and opened and freed them straightway. Then to Her Son, Who had seen and smiled. She said : ' On the night that I bore Thee, What didst Thou care for a love beyond mine or a heaven that was not mv arm r Didst Thou push from the nipple, O Child, to hear the angels adore Thee ? When we two lay in the breath of the kine?' And He said : — ' Thou hast done no harm.' So through the \^oid the Children ran homeward merrily hand in hand, Looking neither to left nor right where the breathless Heavens stood still ; And the Guards of the Void resheathed their swords, for they heard the Command : ' Shall I that have suffered the children to come to mc hold them against their will ?' ' THEY ' One view called mc to another ; one hill top to its fellow, half across the county, and since 1 could answer at no more trouble than the snapping forward of a lever, 1 let the county flow under my wheels. The orchid-studded flats of the East gave way to the thyme, ilex, and grey grass of the Downs ; these again to the rich cornland and fig-trees of the lower coast, where you carry the beat of the tide on your left hand for fifteen level miles ; and when, at last, I turned inland through a huddle of rounded hills and woods I had run myself clean out of my known marks. 'E 7 * THEY ' 8 Beyond that precise hamlet which stands godmother to the capital of the United States, I found hidden villages where bees, the only things awake, boomed in eighty-foot lindens that overhung grey Norman churches ; miraculous brooks diving under stone bridges built for heavier traffic than w^ould ever vex them again ; tithe- barns larger than their churches, and an old smithv that cried out aloud how it had once been a hall of the Knights of the Temple. Gipsies 1 met on a common where the gorse, brackens, and heath fought it out to- gether up a mile of Roman road ; and a little farther on I disturbed a red fox rollin": doo:-fashion in the naked sun- light. As the wooded hills closed about me I stood up in the car to take the bear- ings of that great Down whose ringed head is a landmark for fiftv miles across *THEY' 9 the low countries. 1 judged that the lie ot the country would hri ng nie across some westward-running road that went to his feet, hut 1 did not allow for the confusing veils of the woods. A quick turn plunged me first into a green cut- ting brim-full of liquid sunshine; next into a gloomy tunnel where last year's dead leaves whispered and scuffled about my tyres. The strong hazel stuff meeting overhead had not been cut for a couple of generations at least, nor had any axe helped the moss-cankered oak and beech to spring above them. Here the road changed frankly into a carpeted ride on whose brown velvet spent primrose-clumps showed like jade, and a few sickly, white-stalked blue-bells nodded together. As the slope favoured I shut off the power and slid over the whirled leaves, expecting every moment to meet a keeper ; but I only heard a 'THEY' lo jay, far ofF, arguing against the silence under the twilight ot the trees. Still the track descended. I was on the point of reversing and working my way back as best I could ere I ended in some swamp, when I saw sunshine through the tangle ahead and lifted the brake. It was down again at once. As the light beat across my face my fore-wheels took the turf of a smooth still lawn from which sprang horsemen ten feet high with levelled lances, monstrous peacocks, and sleek round-headed maids of honour — blue, black, and glistening — all of clipped yew. Across the lawn — the marshalled woods besieged it on three sides — stood an ancient house of lichened and weather-worn stone, with mullioned windows and roofs of rose-red tile. It was flanked by semi-circular walls, also rose-red, that closed the lawn to the fourth side, and at their feet a box hedge 'THEY' II p:rew man-hip h. There were doves on the roof about the slim brick chimneys, and I caught a gHmpse of an octagonal dove-house behind the screening wall. Here, then, I stayed ; a horseman's green spear laid at my breast ; held by the exceeding beauty of that jewel in that setting. * If I am not packed off for a trespasser, or if this knight does not ride a wallop at me,' thought I, *• Shakespeare and Oueen Elizabeth will come out of that half-open garden door and ask me to tea.' A child appeared at an upper window, and I thought the little thing waved a friendlv hand. But it was to call a companion, for presently another bright head showed. Then I heard a laugh among the yew-peacocks, and turning to make sure (till then I had been watching the house only) saw the 'THEY' 12 silver of a fountain behind a hedge thrown up against the sun. The doves on the roof cooed to the cooing water ; but between the two notes I caught the utterly happy chuckle of a child absorbed in some light mischief. The garden door — heavy oak sunk deep in the thickness of the wall — opened further : a woman in a big garden hat set her foot slowly on the time-hollowed stone steps and slowly walked across the turf I was forming some apology w^hen she lifted her head and I saw that she was blind. ' I heard you,' she said. ' Isn't that a motor car ? ' ' I'm afraid I've made a mistake in my road. I should have turned off up above — I never dreamed ' I began. ' But I'm very glad. Fancy a motor car coming into the garden ! It will be such a treat ' She turned and SHE TURNED AND MADE AS THOIGH LOCKING ABOUT HER. 'THEY' 14 made as though looking about her. 'You — you haven't seen any one, have you — perhaps ?' ' No one to speak to, hut the children seemed interested at a distance.' ' Which .? ' ' I saw a couple up at the window just now, and I think I heard a little chap in the grounds.' ' Oh, lucky you ! ' she cried, and her face brightened. ' 1 hear them, of course, but that's all. You've seen them and heard them ^ ' ' Yes,' I answered. ' And if I know anything of children, one of them's having a beautiful time by the fountain yonder. Escaped, I imagine.' ' You're fond of children ? ' I gave her one or two reasons why I did not altogether hate them. ' Ot course, of course,' she said. ' Then you understand. Then you 'THEY' 15 won't think it foolish if I ask you to take your car through the gardens, once or twice — quite slowly ? I'm sure they'd like to see it. They see so little, poor things. One tries to make their lite pleasant, but ' she threw out her hands towards the woods. ' We're so out of the world here.' ' That will be splendid,' I said. ' But I mustn't cut up your grass.' She faced to the right. ' Wait a minute,' said she. ' We're at the South gate, aren't we ? Behind those peacocks there's a flagged path. We call it the Peacocks' Walk. You can't see it from here, they tell me, but it you squeeze along by the edge of the wood you can turn at the tirst peacock and get on to the t^ags.' It w^as sacrilege to wake that dream- ing house-front with the clatter of machinery, but I swung the car to clear 'THEY' i6 the turf, brushed along the edge of the wood and turned in on the broad stone path where the fountain-basin lay like one star-sapphire. ' May I come too ? ' she cried, ' No, please don't help me. They'll like it better if they see me.' She felt her way lightly to the front of the car, and with one foot on the step she called : ' Children, oh, children I Look and see what's going to happen ! ' The voice would have drawn lost souls from the Pit, for the yearning that underlay its sweetness, and I was not ^ surprised to hear an answering shout behind the yews. It must have been the child by the fountain, but he fled at our approach, leaving a little toy boat in the water. I saw the glint of his blue blouse among the still horsemen. Very disposedly we paraded the length of the walk and at her request HE FI,En AT OUR Ari'NOACH 'THEY' I 8 backed again. This time the child had got the better of his panic, but stood far off and doubting. * The little fellow's watching us,' I said. ' I wonder if he'd like a ride.' ' They're very shy still. Very shy. But, oh, lucky you to be able to see them ! Let's listen.' I stopped the machine at once, and the humid stillness, heavy with the scent ot box, cloaked us deep. Shears I could hear where some gardener was clipping, a mumble of bees, and broken voices that might have been the doves. ' Oh, unkind ! ' she said weariedly. ' Perhaps they're only shy of the motor. That little maid at the window looks tremendously interested.' ' Yes ? ' She raised her head. ' It was wrong of me to say that. They are really fond of me. It's the only thing that makes life worth living — 'THEY' 19 when they're fond of you, isn't it ? I daren't think what the place would be without them. By the way, is it beautiful ? ' ' I think it is the most beautiful place I have ever seen.' ' So they all tell me. T can feel it, of course, but that isn't quite the same thing.' 'Then have you never ?' I began, but stopped abashed. ' Not since I can remember. It happened when I was only a few months old, they tell me. And yet I must remember something, else how could I dream about colours. I see light in my dreams, and colours, but I never see them. I only hear them, just as I do when I'm awake.' ' It's difficult to see faces in dreams. Some people can, but most of us haven't the gift,' I went on, looking up at the 'THEY' 20 window where the child stood all but hidden. ' I've heard that too,' she said. * And they tell me that one never sees a dead person's face in a dream. Is that true ? ' ' I believe it is — now I come to think of it; ' But how is it with yourself — your- self? ' The blind eyes turned towards me. ' I have never seen the faces of my dead in any dream,' I answered. ' Then it must be as bad as being blind.' The sun had dipped behind the woods and the long shades were possess- ing the insolent horsemen one by one. I saw the light die from off the top of a glossy-leaved lance and all its brave hard green turn to soft black. The house, accepting another day at end, as it had accepted an hundred thousand 'THEY' 21 gone, seemed to settle deeper into its rest among the shadows. ' Have you ever wanted to ? ' she said after the silence. * Very much sometimes,' I replied. The child had left the window as the shadows shut upon it. ' Ah ! So've I, but I don't sup- pose it's allowed. . . , Where d'you live ? ' ' Quite the other side of the county — sixty miles and more, and I must be going back. I've come without my big lamps.' ' But it's not dark yet. I can feel it.' ' I'm afraid it will be by the time I get home. Could you lend me some one to set me on my road at first ? I've utterly lost myself.' ' I'll send Madden with you to the cross-roads. We are so out of the 'THEY' 22 world, I don't wonder you were lost. I'll guide you round to the front of the house ; but you will go slowly, won't you, till you're out of the grounds? It isn't foolish, do you think ? ' ' I promise you I'll go like this,' I said, and let the car start herself down the flagged path. We skirted the left wing of the house, whose elaborately cast lead gutter- ing alone was worth a day's journey ;. passed under a great rose-grown gate in the red wall, and so round to the high front of the house which in beauty and stateliness as much excelled the back as that all others I had seen. ' Is it so very beautiful ? ' she said wistfully when she heard my raptures. * And you like the lead-figures too t There's the old azalea garden behind. They say that this place must have been made for children. Will you help me 'THEY' 23 out, please ? I should like to come with you as far as the cross-roads, but I mustn't leave them. Is that you, Madden ? I want y">-i to show this gentleman the way to the cross-roads. He has lost his way but — he has seen them.' A butler appeared noiselessly at the miracle of old oak that must be called the front door, and slipped aside to put on his hat. She stood looking at me with open blue eyes in which no sight lay ; and I saw for the first time that she was beautiful. ' Remember,' she said quietly, ' if you are fond of them you will come again,' and disappeared within the house. The butler in the car said nothing till we were nearly at the lodge gates, where catching a glimpse of a blue blouse in a shrubbery I swerved amply I SWEKVED AMl'I.Y LEST THK DEVII, THAT LEADS LITTLE BOYS TO I'LAY SHOULD DRAG ME INTO CHILD-MURDEK. 'THEY' 25 lest the devil that leads little boys to play should drag me into child-murder. ' Excuse me,' he asked of a sudden, * but why did you do that, Sir ? ' 'The child yonder.' ' Our young gentleman in blue ? ' ' Of course.' '• He runs about a good deal. Did you see him by the fountain. Sir ? ' ' Oh, yes, several times. Do w^e turn here ? ' ' Yes, Sir. And did you 'appen to see them upstairs too ? ' * At the upper window^ ? Yes.' ' Was that before the mistress come out to speak to you, Sir ? ' ' A little before that. Why d'you want to know ? ' He paused a littlco ' Only to make sure that — that they had seen the car, Sir, because with children running about, though I'm sure you're driving 'THEY' 26 particularly careful, there might be an accident. That was all, Sir. Here are the cross-roads. You can't miss your way from now on. Thank you, Sir, but that isn't our custom, not witli ' ' I beg your pardon,' I said, and thrust away the British silver. ' Oh, it's quite right with the rest of 'em as a rule. Good-bve, Sir.' He retired into the armour-plated conning-tower of his caste and walked away. Evidently a butler solicitous for the honour of the house, and in- terested, probably through a maid, in its nursery. Once bevond the signposts at the cross-roads I looked back, but the crumpled hills interlaced so jealously that I could not see where the house had lain. When I asked its name at a cottage along the road, the tat woman who sold sweetmeats there gave me to 'THEY' 27 understand that people with motor cars had small right to live — much less to ' go about talking like carriage folk.' They were not a pleasant -mannered community. As I retraced my run on the map that evening I was little wiser. Hawkin's Old Farm appeared to be the Survey title of the place, and the old County Gazetteer, generally so ample, did not allude to it. The big house of those parts was Hodnington Hall, Georgian with early Victorian embellishments, as an atrocious steel engraving attested. I carried my diffi- culty to a neighbour — a deep-rooted tree of that soil — and he gave me a name of a family which conveyed no meaning. A month or so later I went again — or it may have been that mv car took the road of her own volition. She 'THEY' 28 over-ran the fruitless Downs, threaded every turn of the maze of lanes below the hills, drew through the high-walled woods, impenetrable in their full leaf, came out at the cross-roads where the butler had left me, and a little farther on developed an internal trouble which forced me to turn her in on a grass way-waste that cut into a summer-silent hazel wood. So far as I could make sure by the sun and a six-inch Ordnance map, this should be the road-flank of that wood which I had first explored from the heights above. I made a mighty serious business of my repairs and a glittering shop of my repair-kit, spanners, pump, and the like, which I spread out orderly upon a rug. It was a trap to catch all childhood, for on such a day, I argued, the children would not be far off. When I paused in my work I listened, but the wood was so IT WAS A TKAi Tu CATi.il Al..- ciiiLi^liuuU, Ju.v v. I- tiLCH A IvAV, 1 AKuUEI-, THE CHILDhEN WOULD NOT BE FAK OIF. 'THEY' 30 full of the noises of summer (though the birds had mated) that I could not at first distinguish these from the tread of small cautious feet stealing across the dead leaves. I rang my bell in an alluring manner, but the feet fled, and I repented, for to a child a sudden noise is very real terror. I must have been at work half an hour when I heard in the wood the voice of the blind woman crying : ' Children, oh, children ! Where are you ? ' and the stillness made slow to close on the perfection of that cry. She came towards me, half feeling her way between the tree-boles, and though a child, it seemed, clung to her skirt, it swerved into the leafage like a rabbit as she drew nearer. ' Is that vou ? ' she said. ' From the other side of the county ? ' ' Yes, it's me — from the other side of the county.' 'THEY' 31 ' Then why didn't you come through the upper woods ? Thev were there just now.' 'They were here a few minutes ago. I expect they knew my car had broken down, and came to see the fun.' ' Nothing serious, I hope ? How do cars break down ? ' ' In fifty different ways. Only mine has chosen the fifty first.' She laughed merrily at the tiny joke, cooed with delicious laughter, and pushed her hat back. ' Let me hear,' she said. ' Wait a moment,' I cried, ' and I'll get you a cushion.' She set her foot on the rug all covered with spare parts, and stooped above it eagerly. ' What delightful things ! ' The hands through which she saw glanced in the chequered sun- light. 'A box here — another box! 'THEY' 32 Why you've arranged them Hke play- ing shop ! ' * I confess now that I put it out to attract them. I don't need half those things really.' ' How nice of you ! I heard your bell in the upper wood. You say they were here before that ? ' ' I'm sure of it. Why are they so shy ? That little fellow in blue who was with you just now ought to have got over his fright. He's been watching me like a Red Indian.' ' It must have been your bell,' she said. ' I heard one of them go past me in trouble when I was coming down. They're shy — so shy even with me.' She turned her face over her shoulder and cried again : ' Children, oh, chil- dren ! Look and see ! ' ' They must have gone off together on their own affairs,' I suggested, for WHY YOi; VI-: AKKAKGEl) 'I HEM LIKE FLAYING SHOI" 'THEY' 34 there was a murmur behind us of lowered voices broken by the sudden squawking giggles of childhood. I re- turned to my tinkerings and she leaned forward, her chin on her hand, listening interestedly. ' How many are they ? ' I said at last. My work was finished, but 1 saw no reason to go. Her forehead puckered a little in thought. ' I don't quite know,' she said simply. ' Sometimes more — some- times less. They come and stay with me because I love them, you see.' 'That must be very jolly,' I said, replacing a drawer, and as I spoke I heard the inanity of my answer. ' You — you aren't laughing at me,' she cried. ' I — I haven't any of my own. I never married. People laugh at me sometimes about them because — because — ' 'THEY- 35 ' Because they're savages,' I returned. ' It's nothing to fret for. That sort laugh at everything that isn't in their own fat lives.' I don't knov^''. How should I ? I only don't like being laughed at about them. It hurts ; and when one can't see. ... I don't want to seem silly,' her chin quivered like a child's as she spoke, * but we blindies have only one skin, I think. Everything outside hits straight at our souls. It's different with you. You've such good defences in your eyes — looking out — before any one can really pain you in your soul. People forget that with us.' I was silent reviewing that inexhaust- ible matter — the more than inherited (since it is also carefully taught) brutality of the Christian peoples, beside which the mere heathendom of the West Coast nigger is clean and restrained. 'THEY' 36 It led me a long distance into my- self. ' Don't do that ! ' she said of a sudden,, putting her hands before her eyes. ' What ? ' She made a gesture with her hand. 'That! It's — it's all purple and black. Don't ! That colour hurts.' * But, how in the world do you know about colours ? ' I exclaimed, for here was a revelation indeed. ' Colours as colours .? ' she asked. ' No. Those Colours which you saw just now.' ' You know as well as I do,' she laughed, ' else you wouldn't have asked that question. They aren't in the world at all. They're in you — when you went so angry.' ' D'you mean dull purplish patches,, like port wine mixed with ink ? ' I said. ' I've never seen ink or port wine. 'THEY* 37 but the colours aren't mixed. They are separate — all separate.' ' Do you mean black streaks and jags across the purple ? ' She nodded. ' Yes — if they are like this,' and zig-zagged her linger again, ' hut it's more red than purple — that bad colour.' ' And what are the colours at the top of the — whatever you see .? ' Slowly she leaned forward and traced on the rug the figure of the Egg itself. ' I see them so,' she said, pointing with a grass stem, ' white, green, yellow, red, purple, and when people are angry or bad, black across the red — as you were just now.' ' Who told you anything about it — in the beginning ? ' I demanded. ' About the Colours ? No one. I used to ask what colours were when I was little — in table-covers and curtains 'THEY' 38 and carpets, you see — because some colours hurt me and some made me happy. People told me ; and when I got older that was how I saw people.' Again she traced the outline of the Egg which it is given to very few of us to see. ' All by yourself? ' I repeated. ' All by mvself. There wasn't any one else. I only found out afterwards that other people did not see the Colours.' She leaned against the tree-bole plaiting and unplaiting chance-plucked grass stems. The children in the wood had drawn nearer. I could see them, with the tail of my eye, frolicking like squirrels. ' Now I am sure you will never laugh at me,' she went on after a long silence. ' Nor at tkem' ' Goodness — no ! ' I cried, jolted 'THEY' 39 out ot m\ train of thought. *• A man who laughs at a cliild — unless the child is laughing too — is a heathen I ' ' I didn't mean that, of course. You'd never laugh dt children, hut I thought — I used to think — that perhaps you might laugh ahout t/wm. So now I beg your pardon. . . . What are you going to laugh at ? ' I had made no sound, hut she knew. ' At the notion of your begging my pardon. If vou had done your duty as a pillar of the State and a landed pro- prietress you ought to have summoned me for trespass when I barged through your woods the other day. It was dis- graceful ot me — inexcusable.' She looked at me, her head against the tree trunk — long and steadfastly — this woman who could see the naked soul. ' THEY ' 40 ' How curious,' she lialt whispered. ' How very curious.' ' Why, what have I done ? ' ' You don't understand . . . and yet you understood about the Colours. Don't you understand .? ' She spoke with a passion that nothing had justified, and I taced her bewild- eredly as she rose. The children had gathered themselves in a roundel behind a bramble bush. One sleek head bent over something smaller, and the set of the little shoulders told me that fingers were on lips. Thev, too, had some child's tremendous secret. I alone was hopelessly astray there in the broad sun- hght. ' No,' I said, and shook my head as though the dead eves could note. 'Whatever it is, I don't understand yet. Perhaps I shall later — if you'll let me come again.' 'THEY' 41 ' You will come again,' she answered. 'You will surely come again and walk in the wood.' ' Perhaps the children will know me well enough by that time to let me play with them — as a favour. You know what children are like.' ' It isn't a matter of fav^our but of right,' she replied, and while I wondered what she meant, a dishevelled woman plunged round the bend of the road, loose-haired, purple, almost lowing with agony as she ran. It was my rude, fit friend of the sweetmeat shop. The blind woman heard and stepped forward. ' What is it, Mrs. Madehurst ? ' she asked. The woman flung her apron over her head and literally grovelled in the dust, crying that her grandchild was sick to death, that the local doctor was away fishing, that Jenny the mother was at THE WOMAN FLUNG HER APRON OVKK HER HEAD AND LITEKALI.Y GROVELLI'lO IN THE DUST. *THEY' 43 her wits' end, and so forth, with repeti- tions and hellowings. ' Where's the next nearest doctor ? ' I asked between paroxysms. ' Madden will tell you. Go round to the house and take him with you. I'll attend to this. Be quick ! ' She half supported the fat woman into the shade. In two minutes I was blowing all the horns of Jericho under the front of the House Beautiful, and Madden, from the pantry, rose to the crisis like a butler and a man. A quarter of an hour at illegal speeds caught us a doctor five miles away. Within the half-hour we had decanted him, much interested in motors, at the door of the sweetmeat shop, and drew up the road to await the verdict. ' Useful things cars,' said Madden, all man and no butler. * If I'd had one 'THEY' 44 when mine took sick she wouldn't have died.' ' How was it ?' 1 asked. ' Croup. Mrs. Madden was away. No one knew what to do. I drove eight miles in a tax-cart for the doctor. She was choked when we came back. This car 'd ha' saved her. She'd have been close on ten now.' ' I'm sorry,' I said. ' I thought you were rather fond ot children from what you told me going to the cross-roads the other day.' ' Have you seen 'em again, Sir — this mornin' .? ' ' Yes, but they're well broke to cars. I couldn't get any of them within twenty yards ot it.' He looked at me carefully as a scout considers a stranger — not as a menial should lift his eyes to his divinely appointed superior. 'TPIEY' 45 * I wonder why,' he said just above the breath that he drew. We waited on. A light wind from the sea faltered up and down the long lines ot the woods, and the way- side grasses, whitened already with summer dust, rose and bowed in sallow waves. A woman, wiping the suds off her arms, came out of the cottage next the sweetmeat shop. ' I've be'n listenin' in de back-yard,' she said cheerily. ' He says Arthur's unaccountable bad. Did ye hear him shruck just now? Unaccountable bad. I reckon t'will come Jenny's turn to walk in de wood nex' week along, Mr. Madden.' ' Excuse me. Sir, but your lap-robe is slipping,' said Madden deferentially. The woman started, dropped a curtsey., and hurried away. 'THEY' 46 '^ What does she mean by " walking m. the wood " ? ' I asked. ' It must be some saying they use hereabouts. I'm from Norfolk myself,' said Madden. * They're an independent lot in this county. She took you for a chauffeur. Sir.' I saw the Doctor come out of the cottage followed by a draggle-tailed wench who clung to his arm as though he could make treaty for her with Death. ' Dat sort,' she wailed — ' dey're just as much to us dat has 'em as it dey was lawful born. Just as much — just as much ! An' God he'd be just as pleased if you saved 'un. Doctor. Don't take it from me. Miss Florence will tell ye de very same. Don't leave 'im. Doctor ! ' ' I know, I know,' said the man ; ' but he'll be quiet for a while now. We'll get the nurse and the medicine as fast as we can.' He signalled me to I SAW THE DOCTOR COME OUT OF THE COTTAGE FOLLOWED FY DKAGCLE-TAILED WENCH. 'THEY' 48 come forward with the car, and I strove not to be privy to what followed. But I saw the girl's face, blotched and frozen with grief, and I felt the hand without a ring clutching at my knees when we moved away. The Doctor was a man of some humour, for I remember he claimed my car under the Oath of yEsculapius, and used it and me without mercy. First we convoyed Mrs. Madehurst and the blind woman to wait by the sick bed till the nurse should come. Next we invaded a neat county town for pre- scriptions (the Doctor said the trouble was cerebro-spinal meningitis), and when the County Institute, banked and flanked with scared market cattle, reported itself out of nurses for the moment we literally flung ourselves loose upon the county. We conferred with the owners of great houses — magnates at the ends 'THKY' 49 of overarching avenues whose big-boned womenfolk strode awav from their tea- tables to listen to the imperious Doctor. At last a white-haired lady sitting under a cedar of Lebanon and surrounded by a court of magnificent Borzois — all hostile to motors — gave the Doctor, who received them as from a princess, written orders which we bore many miles at top speed, through a park, to a French nunnery, where we took over in exchange a pallid-faced and trembling Sister. She knelt at the bottom of the tonneau telling her beads without pause till, by short-cuts of the Doctor's invention, we had her to the sweetmeat shop once more. It was a long afternoon crowded with mad episodes that rose and dissolved like the dust of our wheels ; cross-sections of remote and incompre- hensible lives through which we raced at right angles ; and I went home in AT LAST A WHITE-HAIRED LADY SITTINC UNDER A CEDAR OF LEBANON. 'THEY' 51 che dusk, wearied out, to dream of the clashing horns ofcattle ; round-eyed nuns walking in a garden of graves ; pleasant tea-parties beneath shaded trees ; the carbolic-scented, grey-painted corridors of the County Institute ; the steps of shy children in the wood, and the hands that clung to my knees as the motor began to move. I had intended to return in a day or two, but it pleased Fate to hold me from that side of the county, on many pretexts, till the elder and the wild rose had fruited. There came at last a brilliant day, swept clear from the south- west, that brought the hills within hand's reach — a day of unstable airs and high filmy clouds. Through no merit of my own I was free, and set the car for the third time on that known road. As I reached the crest of the Downs 'THEY' 52 I felt the soft air change, saw it glaze under the sun ; and, looking down at the sea, in that instant beheld the blue of the Channel turn through polished silver and dulled steel to dingy pewter. A laden collier hugging the coast steered outward for deeper water, and, across copper-coloured haze, I saw sails rise one by one on the anchored fishing-fleet. In a deep dene behind me an eddy of sudden wind drummed through sheltered oaks, and spun alolt the first dry sample of autumn leaves. When I reached the beach road the sea-fog fumed over the brickfields, and the tide was telling all the groins of the gale beyond Ushant. In less than an hour summer England vanished in chill grey. We were again the shut island of the North, all the ships of the world bellowing at our perilous gates ; and between their outcries ran the piping 'THEY- 53 of bewildered gulls. My cap dripped moisture, the folds of the rug held it in pools or sluiced it away in runnels, and the salt-rime stuck to my lips. Inland the smell of autumn loaded the thickened fog among the trees, and the drip became a continuous shower. Yet the late flowers — mallow of the wayside, scabious of the field, and dahlia of the garden — showed gay in the mist, and beyond the sea's breath there was little sign of decay in the leaf. Yet in the villages the house doors were all open, and bare-legged, bare-headed children sat at ease on the damp door- steps to shout ' pip-pip ' at the stranger. I made bold to call at the sweetmeat shop, where Mrs. Madehurst met me with a fat woman's hospitable tears. Jenny's child, she said, had died two days after the nun had come. It was, she felt, best out of the way, even though 'THEY' 54 insurance offices, tor reasons which she did ijot pretend to follow, would not willingly insure such stray lives. ' Not hut what Jenny didn't tend to Arthur as though he'd come all proper at de end of de first year — like Jenny herself Thanks to Miss Florence, the child had been buried with a pomp which, in Mrs. Madehurst's opinion, more than covered the small irregularity of its birth. She described the coffin, within and without, the glass hearse, and the ever- green lining of the grave. * But how's the mother ? ' I asked. ' Jenny ? Oh, she'll get over it. I've telt dat way with one or two o' my own. She'll get over. She's walkin' in de wood now.' 'In this weather ? ' Mrs. Madehurst looked at me with narrowed eyes across the counter. ' I dunno but it opens de 'eart I nUNNO RUT IT Ol'ENS DK ISART I.IKl'. Yi:';. IT <11'I;NS TE KAKT *THEY' 56 like. Yes, it opens de 'eart. Dat's where losin' and bearin' comes so alike in de long run, we do say.' Now the wisdom of the old wives is greater than that of all the Fathers, and this last oracle sent me thinking so ex- tendedly as I went up the road, that I nearly ran over a woman and a child at the wooded corner by the lodge gates of the House Beautiful. ' Awful weather ! ' I cried, as I slowed dead for the turn. ' Not so bad,' she answered placidly out of the fog. ' Mine's used to 'un. You'll find yours indoors, I reckon.' Indoors, Madden received me with professional courtesy, and kind inquiries for the health of the motor, which he would put under cover. I waited in a still, nut-brown hall, pleasant with late flowers and warmed 'THEY' ^^ with a delicious wood fire — a place of good intiuence and great peace. (Men and women may sometimes, after great effort, achieve a creditable lie ; hut the house, which is their temple, cannot tell anything save the truth of those who have lived in it.) A child's cart and a doll lay on the black-and-white door, where a rug had been kicked back. I felt that the children had only just hurried away — to hide themselves, most like, in the many turns of the great adzed staircase that climbed statelily out of the hall, or to crouch at gaze behind the lions and roses of the carven gallery above. Then I heard her voice above me, singing as the blind sing — from the soul : — In the pleasant orchard-closes. And all my early summer came back at the call. 'THEY' 58 Iti the pleasant orchard-closes, God bless all our gains sav we — But mav God bless all our losses, Better suits with our degree. She dropped the marring fifth hue, and repeated — Better suits with our degree ! I saw her lean over the gallery, her linked hands white as pearl against the oak. ' Is that you — from the other side of the county ? ' she called. ' Yes, me — from the other side of the county,' I answered, laughing. ' What a long time before you had to come here again.' She ran down the stairs, one hand lightly touching the broad rail. ' It's two months and four days. Summer's gone ! ' ' I meant to come before, but Fate prevented.' *THEY' 59 ' T knew it. Please do something to that hre. They won't let me play with it, but I can feel it's behaving badly. Hit it!' I looked on either side of the deep fireplace, and found but a half-charred hedge-stake with which I punched a black log into flame. ' It never goes out, day or night,' she said, as though explaining. * In case any one comes in with cold toes, you see.' ' It's even lovelier inside than it was out,' I murmured. The red light poured itself along the age-polished dusky panels till the Tudor roses and lions of the gallery took colour and motion. An old eagle-topped convex mirror gathered the picture into its mysterious heart, distorting afresh the distorted shadows, and curving the gallery lines into the curves of a ship. *THEY' 60 The day was shutting down in half a eale as the foz turned to strin