CHAPTER XXIII
GRIZEL PAYS THREE VISITS
Less alarming but more irritating was the attempt of the youth ofMonypenny and the West town end, to establish a rival firm of Jacobites(without even being sure of the name). They started business (FrancieCrabb leader, because he had a kilt) on a flagon of porter and anounce of twist, which they carried on a stick through the Den, saying"Bowf!" like dogs, when they met anyone, and then laughing doubtfully.The twist and porter were seized by Tommy and his followers, andHaggerty-Taggerty, Major, arrived home with his head so firmly securedin the flagon that the solder had to be melted before he saw the worldagain. Francie was in still worse plight, for during the remainder ofthe evening he had to hide in shame among the brackens, and Tommy wore akilt.
One cruel revenge the beaten rivals had. They waylaid Grizel, when shewas alone, and thus assailed her, she answering not a word.
"What's a father?"
"She'll soon no have a mither either!"
"The Painted Lady needs to paint her cheeks no longer!"
"Na, the red spots comes themsels now."
"Have you heard her hoasting?"
"Ay, it's the hoast o' a dying woman."
"The joiner heard it, and gave her a look, measuring her wi' his eye forthe coffin. 'Five and a half by one and a half would hold her snod,' hesays to himsel'."
"Ronny-On's auld wife heard it, and says she, 'Dinna think, my leddy, asyou'll be buried in consecrated ground.'"
"Na, a'body kens she'll just be hauled at the end o' a rope to the holewhere the witches was shooled in."
"Wi' a paling spar through her, to keep her down on the day o'judgment."
Well, well, these children became men and women in time, one of themeven a bit of a hero, though he never knew it.
Are you angry with them? If so, put the cheap thing aside, or think onlyof Grizel, and perhaps God will turn your anger into love for her.
Great-hearted, solitary child! She walked away from them withoutflinching, but on reaching the Den, where no one could see her--she laydown on the ground, and her cheeks were dry, but little wells of waterstood in her eyes.
She would not be the Lady Grizel that night. She went home instead, butthere was something she wanted to ask Tommy now, and the next time shesaw him she began at once. Grizel always began at once, often in themiddle, she saw what she was making for so clearly.
"Do you know what it means when there are red spots in your cheeks, thatused not to be there?"
Tommy knew at once to whom she was referring, for he had heard thegossip of the youth of Monypenny, and he hesitated to answer.
"And if, when you cough, you bring up a tiny speck of blood?"
"I would get a bottle frae the doctor," said Tommy, evasively.
"She won't have the doctor," answered Grizel, unguardedly, and then witha look dared Tommy to say that she spoke of her mother.
"Does it mean you are dying?"
"I--I--oh, no, they soon get better."
He said this because he was so sorry for Grizel. There never was a moresympathetic nature than Tommy's. At every time of his life his pity waseasily roused for persons in distress, and he sought to comfort them byshutting their eyes to the truth as long as possible. This sometimesbrought relief to them, but it was useless to Grizel, who must face hertroubles.
"Why don't you answer truthfully?" she cried, with vehemence. "It is soeasy to be truthful!"
"Well, then," said Tommy, reluctantly, "I think they generally die."
Elspeth often carried in her pocket a little Testament, presented to herby the Rev. Mr. Dishart for learning by heart one of the noblest ofbooks, the Shorter Catechism, as Scottish children do or did, notunderstanding it at the time, but its meaning comes long afterwards andsuddenly, when you have most need of it. Sometimes Elspeth read aloudfrom her Testament to Grizel, who made no comment, but this sameevening, when the two were alone, she said abruptly:
"Have you your Testament?"
"Yes," Elspeth said, producing it.
"Which is the page about saving sinners?"
"It's all about that."
"But the page when you are in a hurry?"
Elspeth read aloud the story of the Crucifixion, and Grizel listenedsharply until she heard what Jesus said to the malefactor: "To-day shaltthou be with me in Paradise."
"And was he?"
"Of course."
"But he had been wicked all his life, and I believe he was only good,just that minute, because they were crucifying him. If they had let himcome down.--"
"No, he repented, you know. That means he had faith, and if you havefaith you are saved. It doesna matter how bad you have been. You havejust to say 'I believe' before you die, and God lets you in. It's soeasy, Grizel," cried Elspeth, with shining eyes.
Grizel pondered. "I don't believe it is so easy as that," she said,decisively.
Nevertheless she asked presently what the Testament cost, and whenElspeth answered "Fourpence," offered her the money.
"I don't want to sell it," Elspeth remonstrated.
"If you don't give it to me, I shall take it from you," said Grizel,determinedly.
"You can buy one."
"No, the shop people would guess."
"Guess what?"
"I won't tell you."
"I'll lend it to you."
"I won't take it that way." So Elspeth had to part with her Testament,saying wonderingly, "Can you read?"
"Yes, and write too. Mamma taught me."
"But I thought she was daft," Elspeth blurted out.
"She is only daft now and then," Grizel replied, without her usualspirit. "Generally she is not daft at all, but only timid."
Next morning the Painted Lady's child paid three calls, one in town, twoin the country. The adorable thing is that, once having made up hermind, she never flinched, not even when her hand was on the knocker.
The first gentleman received her in his lobby. For a moment he did notremember her; then suddenly the color deepened on his face, and he wentback and shut the parlor-door.
"Did anybody see you coming here?" he asked, quickly.
"I don't know."
"What does she want?"
"She did not send me, I came myself."
"Well?"
"When you come to our house--"
"I never come to your house."
"That is a lie."
"Speak lower!"
"When you come to our house you tell me to go out and play. But I don't.I go and cry."
No doubt he was listening, but his eyes were on the parlor-door.
"I don't know why I cry, but you know, you wicked man! Why is it?"
"Why is it?" she demanded again, like a queen-child, but he could onlyfidget with his gold chain and shuffle uneasily in his parnella shoes.
"You are not coming to see my mamma again."
The gentleman gave her an ugly look.
"If you do," she said at once, "I shall come straight here and open thatdoor you are looking at, and tell your wife."
He dared not swear. His hand--
"If you offer me money," said Grizel, "I shall tell her now."
He muttered something to himself.
"Is it true?" she asked, "that mamma is dying?"
This was a genuine shock to him, for he had not been at Double Dykessince winter, and then the Painted Lady was quite well.
"Nonsense!" he said, and his obvious disbelief brought some comfort tothe girl. But she asked, "Why are there red spots on her cheeks, then?"
"Paint," he answered.
"No," cried Grizel, rocking her arms, "it is not paint now. I thought itmight be and I tried to rub it off while she was sleeping, but it willnot come off. And when she coughs there is blood on her handkerchief."
He looked alarmed now, and Grizel's fears came back. "If mamma dies,"she said determinedly, "she must be buried in the cemetery."
"She is not dying, I tell you."
"And you must come to the funeral."
r /> "Are you gyte?"
"With crape on your hat."
His mouth formed an emphatic "No."
"You must," said Grizel, firmly, "you shall! If you don't--" She pointedto the parlor-door.
Her remaining two visits were to a similar effect, and one of thegentlemen came out of the ordeal somewhat less shamefully than thefirst, the other worse, for he blubbered and wanted to kiss her. It isquestionable whether many young ladies have made such a profoundimpression in a series of morning calls.
The names of these gentlemen are not known, but you shall be toldpresently where they may be found. Every person in Thrums used to knowthe place, and many itched to get at the names, but as yet no one hashad the nerve to look for them.
Not at this time did Grizel say a word of these interviews to herfriends, though Tommy had to be told of them later, and she never againreferred to her mother at the Saturday evenings in the Den. But theothers began to know a queer thing, nothing less than this, that intheir absence the lair was sometimes visited by a person or personsunknown, who made use of their stock of firewood. It was a startlingdiscovery, but when they discussed it in council, Grizel nevercontributed a word. The affair remained a mystery until one Saturdayevening, when Tommy and Elspeth, reaching the lair first, found in it adelicate white shawl. They both recognized in it the pretty thing thePainted Lady had pinned across her shoulders on the night they saw hersteal out of Double Dykes, to meet the man of long ago.
Even while their eyes were saying this, Grizel climbed in without givingthe password, and they knew from her quick glance around that she hadcome for the shawl. She snatched it out of Tommy's hand with a lookthat prohibited questions.
"It's the pair o' them," Tommy said to Elspeth at the first opportunity,"that sometimes comes here at nights and kindles the fire and warmsthemsels at the gloze. And the last time they came they forgot theshawl."
"I dinna like to think the Painted Lady has been up here, Tommy."
"But she has. You ken how, when she has a daft fit, she wanders the Dentrysting the man that never comes. Has she no been seen at all hours o'the night, Grizel following a wee bit ahint, like as if to take tent oher?"
"They say that, and that Grizel canna get her to go home till the daftfit has passed."
"Well, she has that kechering hoast and spit now, and so Grizel bringsher up here out o' the blasts."
"But how could she be got to come here, if she winna go home?"
"Because frae here she can watch for the man."
Elspeth shuddered. "Do you think she's here often, Tommy?" she asked.
"Just when she has a daft fit on, and they say she's wise sax days inseven."
This made the Jacobite meetings eerie events for Elspeth, but Tommyliked them the better; and what were they not to Grizel, who ran to themwith passionate fondness every Saturday night? Sometimes she evenoutdistanced her haunting dreads, for she knew that her mother did notthink herself seriously ill; and had not the three gentlemen made lightof that curious cough? So there were nights when the lair saw Grizel goriotous with glee, laughing, dancing, and shouting over-much, like onetrying to make up for a lost childhood. But it was also noticed thatwhen the time came to leave the Den she was very loath, and kissed herhands to the places where she had been happiest, saying, wistfully, andwith pretty gestures that were foreign to Thrums, "Good-night, dearCuttle Well! Good-by, sweet, sweet Lair!" as if she knew it could notlast. These weekly risings in the Den were most real to Tommy, but itwas Grizel who loved them best.