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ONCE MORE, AND YET AGAIN.
From that hour I set myself to look after my uncle's affairs. It was the
only way to endure his absence. Working for him, thinking what he would
like, trying to carry it out, referring every perplexity to him and
imagining his answer, he grew so much dearer to me, that his absence was
filled with hope. My heart being in it, I had soon learned enough of the
management to perceive where, in more than one quarter, improvement,
generally in the way of saving, was possible: I do not mean by any
lowering of wages; my uncle would have conned me small thanks for such
improvement as that! Neither was it long before I began to delight in the
feeling that I was in partnership with the powers of life; that I had to
do with the operation and government and preservation of things created;
that I was doing a work to which I was set by the Highest; that I was at
least a floor-sweeper in the house of God, a servant for the good of his
world. Existence had grown fuller and richer; I had come, like a toad out
of a rock, into a larger, therefore truer universe, in which I had work
to do that was wanted. Had I not been thus expanded and strengthened, how
should I have patiently waited while hearing nothing of my uncle!
It was not many days before John began to press me to let my uncle have
his way: where was the good any longer, he said, in our not being
married? But I could not endure the thought of being married without my
uncle: it would not seem real marriage without his giving me to my
husband. And when John was convinced that I could not be prevailed upon,
I found him think the more of me because of my resolve, and my
persistency in it. For John was always reasonable, and that is more than
can be said of most men. Some, indeed, who are reasonable enough with
men, are often unreasonable with women. If in course of time the
management of affairs be taken from men and given to women--which may God
for our sakes forbid--it will be because men have made it necessary by
their arrogance. But when they have been kept down long enough to learn
that they are not the lords of creation one bit more than the weakest
woman, I hope they will be allowed to take the lead again, lest women
should become what men were, and go strutting in their importance. Only
the true man knows the true woman; only the true woman knows the true
man: the difficulty between men and women comes all from the prevailing
selfishness, that is, untruth, of both. Who, while such is their
character, would be judge or divider between them, save one of their own
kind? When such ceases to be their character, they will call for no
umpire.
John lived in his own house with his mother, but they did not meet. His
mother managed his affairs, to whose advantage I need hardly say; and
John helped me to manage my uncle's, to the advantage of all concerned.
Every morning he came to see me, and every night rode back to his worse
than dreary home. At my earnest request, he had a strong bolt put on his
bedroom-door, the use of which he promised me never to neglect. At my
suggestion too, he let it be known that he had always a brace of loaded
pistols within his reach, and showed himself well practiced in shooting
with them. I feared much for John.
After I no longer only believed, but knew the bailiff trustworthy, and
had got some few points in his management bettered, I ceased giving so
much attention to details, and allowed myself more time to read and walk
and ride with John. I laid myself out to make up to him, as much as ever
I could, for the miserable lack of any home-life. At Rising he had not
the least sense of comfort or even security. He could never tell what his
mother might not be plotting against him. He had a very strong close box
made for Leander, and always locked him up in it at night, never allowing
one of the men there to touch him. The horse had all the attention any
master could desire, when, having locked his box behind him, he brought
him over to us in the morning.
One lovely, cold day, in the month of March, with ice on some of the
pools, and the wind blowing from the north, I mounted Zoe to meet John
midway on the moor, and had gone about two-thirds of the distance, when I
saw him, as I thought, a long way to my right, and concluded he had not
expected me so soon, and had gone exploring. I turned aside therefore to
join him; but had gone only a few yards when, from some shift in a
shadow, or some change in his position with regard to the light, I saw
that the horse was not John's; it was a gray, or rather, a white horse.
Could the rider be my uncle? Even at that distance I almost thought I
recognized him. It must indeed have been he John saw at the quarry! He
was not gone abroad! He had been all this long time lingering about the
place, lest ill should befall us! "Just like him!" said my heart, as I
gave Zoe the rein, and she sprang off at her best speed. But after riding
some distance, I lost sight of the horseman, whoever he was, and then saw
that, if I did not turn at once, I should not keep my appointment with
John. Of course had I believed it was my uncle, I should have followed
and followed; and the incident would not have been worth mentioning, for
gray horses are not so uncommon that there might not be one upon the
heath at any moment, but for something more I saw the same night.
It was bright moonlight. I had taken down a curtain of my window to mend,
and the moon shone in so that I could not sleep. My thoughts were all
with my uncle--wondering what he was about; whether he was very dull;
whether he wanted me much; whether he was going about Paris, or haunting
the moor that stretched far into the distance from where I lay. Perhaps
at that moment he was out there in the moonlight, would be there alone,
in the cold, wide night, while I slept! The thought made me feel lonely
myself: one is indeed apt to feel lonely when sleepless; and as the moon
was having a night of it, or rather making a day of it, all alone with
herself, why should we not keep each other a little company? I rose, drew
the other curtain of my window aside, and looked out.
I have said that the house lay on the slope of a hollow: from whichever
window of it you glanced, you saw the line of your private horizon either
close to you, or but a little way off. If you wanted an outlook, you must
climb; and then you were on the moor.
From my window I could see the more distant edge of the hollow: looking
thitherward, I saw against the sky the shape of a man on horseback. Not
for a moment could I doubt it was my uncle. The figure was plainly his.
My heart seemed to stand still with awe, or was it with intensity of
gladness? Perhaps every night he was thus near me while I slept--a
heavenly sentinel patrolling the house--the visible one of a whole camp
unseen, of horses of fire and chariots of fire. So entrancing was the
notion, that I stood there a little child, a mere incarnate love, the
tears running down my checks for very bliss.
But presently my mood changed: what had befallen him? When first I saw
him, horse and man were standing still, and I noted nothing strange,
blinded perhaps by the tears of my gladness. But presently they moved on,
keeping so to the horizon-line that it was plain my uncle's object was to
have the house full in view; and as thus they skirted the edge of heaven,
oh, how changed he seemed! His tall figure hung bent over the pommel, his
neck drooped heavily. And the horse was so thin that I seemed to see,
almost to feel his bones. Poor Thanatos! he looked tired to death, and I
fancied his bent knees quivering, each short slow step he took. Ah, how
unlike the happy old horse that had been! I thought of Death returning
home weary from the slaughter of many kings, and cast the thought away. I
thought of Death returning home on the eve of the great dawn, worn with
his age-long work, pleased that at last it was over, and no more need of
him: I kept that thought. Along the sky-line they held their slow way,
toilsome through weakness, the rider with weary swing in the saddle, the
horse with long gray neck hanging low to his hoofs, as if picking his
path with purblind eyes. When his rider should collapse and fall from his
back, not a step further would he take, but stand there till he fell to
pieces!
Fancy gave way to reality. I woke up, called myself hard names, and
hurried on a few of my clothes. My blessed uncle out in the night and
weary to dissolution, and I at a window, contemplating him like a
picture! I was an evil, heartless brute!
By the time I had my shoes on, and went again to the window, he had
passed out of its range. I ran to one on the stair that looked at right
angles to mine: he had not yet come within its field. I stood and waited.
Presently he appeared, crawling along, a gray mounted ghost, in the light
that so strangely befits lovers wandering in the May of hope, and the
wasted spectre no less, whose imagination of the past reveals him to the
eyes of men. For an instant I almost wished him dead and at rest; the
next I was out of the house--then up on the moor, looking eagerly this
way and that, poised on the swift feet of love, ready to spring to his
bosom. How I longed to lead him to his own warm bed, and watch by him as
he slept, while the great father kept watch over every heart in his
universe. I gazed and gazed, but nowhere could I see the death-jaded
horseman.
I bounded down the hill, through the wilderness and the dark alleys, and
hurried to the stable. Trembling with haste I led Zoe out, sprang on her
bare back, and darted off to scout the moor. Not a man or a horse or a
live thing was to be seen in any direction! Once more I all but concluded
I had looked on an apparition. Was my uncle dead? Had he come back thus
to let me know? And was he now gone home indeed? Cold and disappointed, I
returned to bed, full of the conviction that I had seen my uncle, but
whether in the body or out of the body, I could not tell.
When John came, the notion of my having been out alone on the moor in the
middle of the night, did not please him. He would have me promise not
again, for any vision or apparition whatever, to leave the house without
his company. But he could not persuade me. He asked what I would have
done, if, having overtaken the horseman, I had found neither my uncle nor
Death. I told him I would have given Zoe the use of her heels, when
that horse would soon have seen the last of her. At the same time, he
was inclined to believe with me, that I had seen my uncle. His intended
proximity would account, he said, for his making no arrangement to hear
from me; and if he continued to haunt the moor in such fashion, we could
not fail to encounter him before long. In the meantime he thought it well
to show no sign of suspecting his neighbourhood.
That I had seen my uncle, John was for a moment convinced when, the very
next day, having gone to Wittenage, he saw Thanatos carrying Dr.
Southwell, my uncle's friend. On the other hand, Thanatos looked very
much alive, and in lovely condition! The doctor would not confess to
knowing anything about my uncle, and expressed wonder that he had not yet
returned, but said he did not mind how long he had the loan of such a
horse.
Things went on as before for a while.
John began again to press me to marry him. I think it was mainly,
I am sure it was in part, that I might never again ride the midnight
moor--"like a witch out on her own mischievous hook," as he had once
said. He knew that, if I caught sight of anything like my uncle anywhere,
John or no John, I would go after it.
There was another good reason, however, besides the absence of my uncle,
for our not marrying: John was not yet of legal age, and who could tell
what might not lurk in his mother's threat! Who could tell what such a
woman might not have prevailed on her husband to set down in his will! I
was ready enough to marry a poor man, but I was not ready to let my lover
become a poor man by marrying me a few months sooner. Were we not happy
enough, seeing each other everyday, and mostly all day long? No doubt
people talked, but why not let them talk? The mind of the many is not the
mind of God! As to society, John called it an oyster of a divinity. He
argued, however, that probably my uncle was keeping close until he saw us
married. I answered that, if we were married, his mother would only be
the more eager to have her revenge on us all, and my uncle the more
careful of himself for our sakes. Anyhow, I said, I would not consent to
be happier than we were, until we found him. The greater happiness I
would receive only from his hand.
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