Mary Ann Shaughnessy - The Devil And Marianne Part 16

Even in her misery Mary Ann could not help but be impressed by Tony's deference-she had never known anybody else call her da Sir. And to keep on calling him Sir even now, that was something-Tony liked her da, she liked Tony.

"You think us a funny crowd, lad, don't you? A lot of things puzzle you, eh? I puzzle you, don't I?" Mike did not wait for a reply but went on with a wave of his hand, "Oh, yes, I do. You've wondered how I could be running a farm when I know d.a.m.n all; you with your book learning could buy and sell me. An' you've taught me a lot, lad. You've helped me to surprise me Lord and Master by glibly repeating some of the things you've said. Oh aye, I've played the learned boy. Johne's Disease, I've talked about. 'That pond in bottom field wants filling in,' I said. 'Better be safe than sorry.' And Bloat-I even remembered you called it Tympanites-not that I didn't know about Bloat and have got rid of it with a twist of the knife in their hunkers afore now. But did I tell the old boy that? No. I spouted it from your book, word for word. 'The best method,' I said, 'is to insert a trocaj and a canula into the rumen. The old methods are dead,' I said. He was impressed-an' you know something? So * was I. I was impressed by all the things you knew out of books . . . not that they'll be any good to you without the experience." Mike paused and looked at Tony with his head on one side, then said slowly, "There's summat, lad, I've wanted to ask you, but in me sober senses wouldn't dream of doing it. But now I'm"- he paused and glanced derisively down on Mary Ann-"a bit sick . . . I'm a bit sick, aren't I, hinny? . . . Well, now I'm a bit sick I've the cheek of the devil. Your da always has courage when he's like this, hasn't he?"

Mary Ann had slid to the ground and was standing by his knee, and for answer she swallowed, and he turned to Tony again, his hand to his head now, "What was I saying, anyway?" He gripped the skin of his forehead tightly between his finger and thumb in an effort to clear his thinking. "Oh aye. You were wondering how I came by this job, how I could kid the old fellow. Well, I didn't kid him. He won me in a raffle sort of. S'fact. I was the penny that was tossed up between two gamblers and the old man won me. It's a fact. But you know, it's also a fact that gamblers always lose in the end, for what good does their winnings do them. The old boy won me and see how I've turned out. . . . And here's the loser." He put his hand on Mary Ann's head without looking at her. "She had to paypay the old boy-a child, he made her pay. What'd you think of that, eh? I'm talking rot, you say, I can see it in your eyes, but I'm not. ... Or you didn't say anything. No, you wouldn't, you're a tight one all right. I know that much about you, lad, and I know you have as much love for the old boy as I have. Yet what has he done to you, except growl? He hasn't stolen your bairn, he's done nowt to you-yet you hate his guts. That's why you and me get on together, isn't it? And that's what I was going to ask you. Aye, I knew it was something different to what I've been on about. Why did you pick this farm, you can learn nowt here that you don't already know? What you here for? That's what I've been wanting to ask you. . . . What's that?"

Tony had been supporting the lid of the trunk with the back of his leg-he had not been able to close it before Mike's entry -but on Mike's last words his body had seemed to jerk and the lid slipped into place with a click. Now showing up, almost white against the black leather work, was a piece of the blouse, just a couple of inches of lace, and it caught Mike's eye, and although his mind was fuddled it did not prevent him from a.s.sociating the piece of lace with the click of the catch.

"Ah, ha! what's going on?" He rose as heavily as he had sat down and walked towards Tony, and when opposite to him he looked down at the age-seered lace, then up into the boy's face, and again repeated, "What's going on?" His voice was now no longer friendly. "I'm having none of that here, lad. I'm still manager, don't forget, and I've never pilfered in me life. I've done many things but I've never been for 'what's yours is mine'. That's the old boy's property. What've you taken?" , "Nothing, Mike, nothing. Honest. You don't understand."

Tony had called her da Mike, not Sir. Mary Ann stared at his white, strained face.

"Don't I ! I understand you've opened this trunk, an' I want to know why. . . . Out of the way!" With a thrust of his arm, Mike pushed Tony violently towards the wall of the barn, almost knocking him off his feet. Then he lifted the lid and looked down on the jumbled contents of the trunk, and the first things that met his eye were the photographs. But his mind and his hand pa.s.sed over these as not worthy of stealing. He was stirring !73 up the contents as if he had his hand in a bran tub when Mary Ann let out a squeal. It was only a small squeal for it was strangled in her throat by the sight of Mr. Lord standing in die barn doorway. Only the Devil himself could have appeared so silently, and her turbulent, panic-stricken dioughts suggested that it was that very gentleman who was standing there, for never had she seen Mr. Lord look as he was doing now. He looked terrible, like, like Her mind boggled for a description, and when the voice thundered, "Yes ! and what may I ask, are you doing, Shaughnessy?" the whole barn seemed to become full of devils. She watched her da swing about with his eyes blazing and his jaw thrust out, and she saw on Tony's face, from where he stood in the shadow of the barn wall, the same look that had frightene4, her earlier. They all looked like devils.

"Well I*'

The word seemed to splash into Mike's face, spurring him to retaliation. His head jerked upwards and he blinked once before saying, thickly, "It was knocked over, the catch broke. I was . . . putting things straight."

If his pursed lips and slowly blinking eyes had not betrayed him, his voice would have done, and Mary Ann, in a sweat of fear, saw Mr. Lord's mouth become a thin grim line, and his eyes draw out into steely slits. Then whatever he might have said to her da was checked by Tony's voice crying, "I opened it." Her eyes sprang towards him as he moved quickly from the wall to the side of the trunk, one hand held behind him.

Mr. Lord's eyes swivelled slowly, as if reluctant to move away from Mike, and came to rest on the young man.

"It was me who opened it, do you hear-me!"

Mary Ann's blood and ash-smeared hand went to her mouth as she saw Tony take a step towards Mr. Lord, and a voice, loud within her, cried out to him, "Eeh! don't-don't you be cheeky or you'll get the sack an' all." Then the expression on Tony's face froze even her thinking. He looked as if he loathed Mr. Lord, as if he would hit him. She saw her da reach out and catch his arm. It was the arm that Tony was holding behind him, and when his hand was dragged forward he had in it one of the silver-framed photographs.

'74 It was the sight of the picture that seemed to change Mr. Lord. From being like a dark, furious devil, ageless in his wrath, his entire body appeared to shrink; he became old, very old. For a moment his face moved into wrinkles of perplexity, then flushed into impotent rage, and he spluttered as he cried, "Wh-what are you doing with that! Stealing? . . . stealing? Who-who are you, anyway ?'.

Although Tony was still held in Mike's grip he leaned forward and strained his face towards Mr. Lord's, and with his eyes on the twitching mouth, and his words coming slow and bitter, he said, "Who am I? I've news for you, I'll tell you . . . I'm your grandson."

There was silence in the barn; the whole farm was silent, no mooing of cows, no cackling of birds, no barking from the dogs; no footsteps, no voices, not even the soft scrambling of one of the many barn cats disturbed the dreadful silence. Then Mr. Lord, in a voice high, almost like a scream, cried, "You're a liar! A liar ! I had no son. Never had a son . . . never had a child . . . never . . . never." His voice stopped abruptly. He had the look of someone just awakening from sleep. His eyes became wide, his mouth stretched and his jaw hung slack, as if it wanted to fall off.

Distressed beyond measure, Mary Ann watched it, and her own mouth widened and dropped into a gape, for she was seeing what Mr. Lord was seeing, in fact what she had unconsciously noticed the first day this man and the boy had met, they were alike. She watched Mr. Lord's hands go first to his head and then to his throat, and he made a gurgling sound like the cows did when the gra.s.s went down the wrong way. Then she heard herself screaming as he fell. He went sideways, and although her da lumbered quickly forward, he couldn't save him.

The screaming was filling her head as on the day her da got his hand in the machine. Then it was silenced by a blow. Her da had hit her again, boxed her ears.

"Stop it! Stop it, d'you hear!" It was her da yelling at her and his voice was no longer fuddled. "Go and get your matell her to go up to the house."

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"Oh, Da! Da! Oh!-oh! he's "

"Go on-do as I tell you. Go and get your ma."

She dragged her eyes from the crumpled form up to Tony, then muttering, "Yes. Yes, Da, yes," she ran out of the barn, carrying with her not so much the impression of the prostrate figure of the old man but of Tony standing stiff and white and frightened.

"Ma ! Ma ! " She went screaming across the yard, "Ma ! Ma ! " out into the road and to the gate, through it and up the path. "Ma! Ma! Oh, Ma!"

Before she reached the door Lizzie was there, fear on her face. "What is it?" She stopped Mary Ann's mad-long rush.

"Oh, Ma, it's, it's "

"Calm yourself. Is it your da?"

Mary Ana"could have said yes to this, but she shook her head and gasped, "Mr. Lord. He fell-he's bad-in the barn. Come on. Me da says come on."

Lizzie was now running down the path, Mary Ann beside her, and when they entered the farmyard it was to see Mike crossing it, carrying Mr. Lord in his arms. And supporting the old man's head to stop it from dangling was Tony.

As Lizzie came up, Mike said briefly, "Go and warn Ben. Phone a doctor."

Without comment Lizzie ran on ahead, but Mary Ann did not run with her, she stayed where she was. She did not even attempt to follow the trio up to the house. She was feeling sick, Mr. Lord was dying. She was experiencing a great depthless sense of loss; if only they had been kind. If he died and they weren't kind what would she do? Love for the old man blotted out everything at this moment, it even smothered the worry over her da and the latest trouble-his lapse.

She stood tearless, her head bowed on her chest thinking. She had a theory that you could never ask G.o.d for two important things at the same time. Five minutes ago she had wanted only one thing in the world-the well-being of her da-and, as on other occasions she had bargained with G.o.d to bring this about, now she was willing that if only one request could be asked of Him, it should be for Mr. Lord's life, and if it could only be paid for by neglect of her da, and such neglect she imagined would mean his complete fall, then let it be so.

She turned slowly and went towards the little barn again, and kneeling down by the open trunk, for somehow she felt close to him here, she began to entreat the Holy Family for Mr. Lord's life, offering them, in exchange, her own blameless and lieless life in the future.

10.

Mary Ann lay on the kitchen couch with her face turned to the wall. Her hands were smarting, her knees were smarting, and her heart was sad. Moreover, the place was alive with excitement, and she was shut out of it-or, to be more correct, shut in from it.

After she had said her prayers in the barn she had intended going to the "house, for then Mr. Lord would be in bed and looking, if her prayers had been answered, all right again, but she had hardly finished blessing herself when their Michael had come running in to say their ma said she hadn't to go near the house but was to go indoors and stay there. She had protested, as was only natural, even going so far as to emphasise her protests with a number of pushes, but Michael was adamant and she found herself hauled to the kitchen where he none too gently washed the grazes on her hands and knees, then applied Dettol-raw. When she bawled loudly at this torture, he liberally applied more, whereupon he received just payment by a good hard kick on the shins.

Following on this, her plans to slip out, when he was gone, did not materialise, for he didn't go out but settled himself down to his homework. His lack of feeling and refusal to be drawn into a discussion as to what was happening nearly drove her frantic, until at last she flung herself on to the couch and suffered agonies of frustration when she heard, at intervals, the sound of cars coming into the yard. By this time she wasn't speaking to their Michael, and as Michael had the only view of the yard from the window and she wouldn't demean herself to go near him, she had to remain in ignorance as to the ident.i.ty of the visitors.

It seemed years later when the kitchen door opened and her da appeared and brought her from the point of sleep. She swung 178 her legs dazedly off the couch, but had to sit for a moment to collect herself, and in that moment she saw that her da was in no talking mood, for his face was tense, his expression closed, and he was now quite sober.

"Your mother wants you. Go on up to the house." He was looking and speaking to Michael, and Mary Ann thought, "It isn't fair, it should be me, and I want to know how he is." She looked up at Mike, but couldn't say, "Is he better?" in case he wasn't. She felt sick, her head was aching, her hands and knees hurting, but it was the pain in her chest which centred around Mr. Lord that felt the worst.

Michael, after one hard look at his father, went out, and Mary Ann rose from the couch and went towards Mike.

"Da."

"Yes?"

"Da-is he ?"

"He's all right." Mike turned his back on her and stared down into the fire. "Go on up to bed."

"I don't want to go to bed, Da."

"Then go on die couch."

Mary Ann looked up the broad expanse of Mike's back, then turned slowly about and went back to the couch. Her da wanted to be quiet, she knew the signs, he would only get mad if she kept on. She lay down, her eyes on him for a time until the sound of his knuckles beating on the mantelpiece made her throw herself round and face the wall again.

Her da was worried-upset . . . perhaps Mr. Lord was dying. Eeh! no, he mustn't die. If he died Tony would be to blame. What had Tony said? Eeh! yes, that Mr. Lord was his granda. Eeh! . . . Well, she had said the same thing herself. But she had only been making on; Tony hadn't been making on, he had meant it. And she had a feeling that he didn't like it ... didn't like Mr. Lord being his granda.

Her mind puzzled itself about this new problem, and when some time later she awoke to the sound of Tony's voice she couldn't believe she had been asleep and wondered how he had come in without her hearing him. He was talking softly to her da, and she-couldn't make out what he was saying, for she was lying on one ear. When she did move her head her da was speaking.

"Why didn't you come openly and tell him? This was no way to do the thing, sneaking about."

It was some time before Tony's voice came to her, and then she could only just hear it. "I had no

intention of telling him at all. I was paying him out because of my grandmother's life "

"She did her own paying, I would think, to go off like that and not let on she was having his child. I don't hold much to her."

"You didn't know her."

"I know the old fellow, and I know this much, if he'd had a child, son or ^daughter, he'd have been a

different man. He's the loneliest creature on G.o.d's earth, that's why he tried to take her."

Mary Ann felt their eyes on her back, but she didn't move, for if her da knew she was awake they would stop talking.

"You don't know what a life my grandmother had."

"By the accounts I've heard of it, it was a pretty gay one. It nearly broke him, anyway."

"A woman will spend money if she can't get anything else. He had no more feeling than an iceberg, and

he was old enough to be her father."

"She knew that in the first place. What happened to the fellow she went off with?"

"He left her when my mother was six."

There was silence now in the kitchen, and Mary Ann waited, trying not to turn round to see what they

were doing, and just when her curiosity was about to get the better of her, Mike's voice said, "Well,

she's not the first woman that's had to work to bring up a child, and she won't be the last."

"But it was different for her, she had never worked in her life, she was made for pleasant things." Tony's voice held sorrow.

"Aren't we all!" Mike's tone was mocking.

"You don't understand."

"I understand all right. I understand you've been brought up by a woman who had the knack of making

you see things and people exactly as she wanted you to see them. It's my idea that

your grandmother knew that she had wronged the old man and that made her keep talking about him-her conscience was at work. Were you brought up with her all the time?" "Yes, my mother and father had to travel about, they were in Rep. I was only ten when they died. They both went together . . they were trapped in a fire in an old theatre."

Again there was silence, and now Mary Ann was saying to herself, "Eeh! poor things."

"If your grandmother was hard up why didn't she write to him?"

"Write to him? You say that when you know him ! Wouldn't it have given him a kick to know that she

was begging!"

"I wonder ... I wonder. Anyway, I think she did him a great wrong. If he'd known he had a child. . . .

My G.o.d! When you come to think of it, it was wicked, d.a.m.n well wicked. I could say evil. . . . It's no use your rearing up like that, Tony. You're a young lad, you've got all your life afore you. Just imagine

someone withholding the fact that you had a child. But you've never been married, you don't know how it'd feel . . . you don't understand."

Mary Ann heard her da pacing the mat, and then his steps stopped and his voice demanded, "If she had

such a struggle to bring you up how did you manage the money to go to college?"

"I didn't have to have much money, I pa.s.sed for the Grammar School. Left when I was sixteen and got a