The Parson O' Dumford Part 81

"Whom the G.o.ds will destroy, they first make mad," muttered the vicar to himself, in the old Latin.

"It would be giving way to them," said Richard, "and that I'll never do."

"But you give way when you do open," said the vicar.

"I'm not going to argue that," said Richard, haughtily; "I've made up my mind, and I shall keep to it."

"Then leave your orders, and go quietly away for a few days, till the works are in full swing again."

Richard had made up his mind to do that very thing; but, as the vicar proposed it, and Eve eagerly acquiesced, he was dead against it on the instant.

"I shall stay here," he said firmly, "and have the police to guard the house."

"It is like inviting attack," said the vicar, excitedly. "For your mother's and Miss Pelly's sake, don't do that. It is throwing down the gauntlet to a set of men maddened by a belief in their wrongs. Many of them are fierce with hunger."

"Bah! Stuff!" said Richard; "they've got plenty saved up, and--he, he, he!--nicely they've humbugged you into relieving them with soup and bread and meat. You don't know Dumford yet, Mr Selwood."

"If I am to know it as you know it," thought the vicar, "I hope I never shall;" but he did not give utterance to his thoughts.

"I shall go--" began Richard; then, insolently--"You won't go and betray me, parson, will you?"

The vicar did not reply.

"I shall go and stay over at the works, mother," said Richard.

"What!" exclaimed Mrs Glaire.

"Stay over at the works till the opening day. Let the brutes think I have left the town; and, with a few blankets and some provisions, I shall do. I'll go over to-night."

"But, Richard, this is folly," cried Eve, beginning to tremble.

"You don't know anything about it," he said, sharply. "If the beasts mean mischief again, they'll try to get me away from here, and most likely they are watching every train to catch me. If I slip over in the middle of the night, I shall be safe; for no one will think I am there.

What do you say, parson?"

The vicar sat thinking for a few moments, and then gave in his acquiescence to the plan.

"But you must keep strictly in hiding," he said.

"Well, it won't be for long," replied Richard; "and won't be more dull than being in here."

Eve winced a little, but she turned and tried to smile.

"But would it be wise, Mr Selwood?" exclaimed Mrs Glaire, eagerly.

"Yes; I think it would," said the vicar, "if he can get there unseen.

If these misguided men do search for him, that is one of the last places they will go to, I feel sure. But will you keep closely in hiding?

Would it not be better to give way at once?" he continued, addressing Richard.

"I have said what I mean to do," said Richard, sharply; "and what I say I keep to."

The vicar bowed his head, and lent himself as much as was likely to be acceptable to the scheme; ending by saying, with a smile on his face--

"I hope, Miss Pelly, that this is the last of these unpleasant affairs we shall ever have here; for rest a.s.sured I shall lose no time in trying to bring the people to a better way of thinking."

He rose and left them, it being thoroughly understood that Richard was to go into hiding that very night, while the vicar would communicate with the police, to ensure some protection for the house; though all felt it to be needless, as any attack was certain to be made on Richard personally.

As he reached the door, though, the vicar turned to Richard--

"Shall I come and be your companion every night? I will come. I can sleep on a bare board with any fellow, and," he added, smiling, "I enjoy a pipe."

Richard jumped eagerly at the idea, and was about to say yes, but the evil part of his nature prevailed.

"No," he said rudely; "when I want Mr Selwood's help I will ask for it."

"As you will, Mr Glaire," was the reply; "and I hope you will.

Good-bye, Mrs Glaire--Miss Pelly, and I sincerely hope this will prove a false alarm."

"If that fellow thinks he's coming to my place after the marriage, he's grievously mistaken," said Richard to himself, and the door closed.

Meanwhile the vicar called at the station, and after a few words about the burglary and the forthcoming examination--

"By the way, Smith," he said to the constable, "will you and your man oblige me by keeping a strict watch over the House--Mr Glaire's--for the next week? I have my reasons."

"Certainly, sir," was the reply; "and, by the way, sir, my missus's duty to you for the port wine: it's doing her a sight o' good."

"Glad of it, Smith; send down for some more when that's done."

"He's a good sort," muttered the policeman, "that he is; but he ought to have sent up for me the other night."

The vicar strolled back towards the bottom of the town, and turning off, was making his way towards the foreman's cottage, when he came upon Big Harry with a stick and a bundle, going across the field--cut to the station.

The great fellow tried to get away, but the vicar hailed him, and he stopped.

"Now, don't thee ask queshtuns, paarson," he exclaimed; "I tell'd ye I'm sweered, and can't say owt."

"I will not ask you anything, Harry," said the vicar; "only thank you, as I do, for your hint. But where are you going?"

"Sheffle first, Birming after. I'm sick o' this."

"Going to get work?"

"Yes, paarson."

"Why not stop another week?"

"No," said the big fellow; "I wean't stay another day. I'm off."

"You've got some other reason for going?"