Part 2 (2/2)
”the Everlasting had not fixed His canon 'gainst self-slaughter.”
I must reach him by other methods than these, if at all. ”Who can be more alive than you,” I said, ”to the fact that man, by the fear of death, is degraded below the level of the brutes?”
”If so, he is degraded,” said Crasweller. ”It is his condition.”
”But need he remain so? Is it not for you and me to raise him to a higher level?”
”Not for me--not for me, certainly. I own that I am no more than man. Little Christchurch is so pleasant to me, and Eva's smiles and happiness; and the lowing of my flocks and the bleating of my sheep are so gracious in my ears, and it is so sweet to my eyes to see how fairly I have turned this wilderness into a paradise, that I own that I would fain stay here a little longer.”
”But the law, my friend, the law,--the law which you yourself have been so active in creating.”
”The law allows me two years yet,” said he; that look of stubbornness which I had before observed again spreading itself over his face.
Now this was a lie; an absolute, undoubted, demonstrable lie. And yet it was a lie which, by its mere telling, might be made available for its intended purpose. If it were known through the capital that Crasweller was anxious to obtain a year's grace by means of so foul a lie, the year's grace would be accorded to him. And then the Fixed Period would be at an end.
”I will tell you what it is,” said he, anxious to represent his wishes to me in another light. ”Grundle wants to get rid of me.”
”Grundle, I fear, has truth on his side,” said I, determined to show him that I, at any rate, would not consent to lend myself to the furtherance of a falsehood.
”Grundle wants to get rid of me,” he repeated in the same tone. ”But he shan't find that I am so easy to deal with. Eva already does not above half like him. Eva thinks that this depositing plan is abominable. She says that no good Christians ever thought of it.”
”A child--a sweet child--but still only a child; and brought up by her mother with all the old prejudices.”
”I don't know much about that. I never knew a decent woman who wasn't an Episcopalian. Eva is at any rate a good girl, to endeavour to save her father; and I'll tell you what--it is not too late yet. As far as my opinion goes, Jack Neverbend is ten to one a better sort of fellow than Abraham Grundle. Of course a promise has been made; but promises are like pie-crusts. Don't you think that Jack Neverbend is quite old enough to marry a wife, and that he only needs be told to make up his mind to do it? Little Christchurch would do just as well for him as for Grundle. If he don't think much of the girl he must think something of the sheep.”
Not think much of the girl! Just at this time Jack was talking to his mother, morning, noon, and night, about Eva, and threatening young Grundle with all kinds of schoolboy punishments if he should persevere in his suit. Only yesterday he had insulted Abraham grossly, and, as I had reason to suspect, had been more than once out to Christchurch on some clandestine object, as to which it was necessary, he thought, to keep old Crasweller in the dark. And then to be told in this manner that Jack didn't think much of Eva, and should be encouraged in preference to look after the sheep! He would have sacrificed every sheep on the place for the sake of half an hour with Eva alone in the woods. But he was afraid of Crasweller, whom he knew to have sanctioned an engagement with Abraham Grundle.
”I don't think that we need bring Jack and his love into this dispute,” said I.
”Only that it isn't too late, you know. Do you think that Jack could be brought to lend an ear to it?”
Perish Jack! perish Eva! perish Jack's mother, before I would allow myself to be bribed in this manner, to abandon the great object of all my life! This was evidently Crasweller's purpose. He was endeavouring to tempt me with his flocks and herds. The temptation, had he known it, would have been with Eva,--with Eva and the genuine, downright, honest love of my gallant boy. I knew, too, that at home I should not dare to tell my wife that the offer had been made to me and had been refused. My wife could not understand,--Crasweller could not understand,--how strong may be the pa.s.sion founded on the conviction of a life. And honesty, simple honesty, would forbid it. For me to strike a bargain with one already destined for deposition,--that he should be withdrawn from his glorious, his almost immortal state, on the payment of a bribe to me and my family!
I had called this man my friend and brother, but how little had the man known me! Could I have saved all Gladstonopolis from imminent flames by yielding an inch in my convictions, I would not have done so in my then frame of mind; and yet this man,--my friend and brother,--had supposed that I could be bought to change my purpose by the pretty slopes and fat flocks of Little Christchurch!
”Crasweller,” said I, ”let us keep these two things separate; or rather, in discussing the momentous question of the Fixed Period, let us forget the loves of a boy and a girl.”
”But the sheep, and the oxen, and the pastures! I can still make my will.”
”The sheep, and the oxen, and the pastures must also be forgotten.
They can have nothing to do with the settlement of this matter. My boy is dear to me, and Eva is dear also, but not to save even their young lives could I consent to a falsehood in this matter.”
”Falsehood! There is no falsehood intended.”
”Then there need be no bargain as to Eva, and no need for discussing the flocks and herds on this occasion. Crasweller, you are sixty-six now, and will be sixty-seven this time next year. Then the period of your deposition will have arrived, and in the year following,--two years hence, mind,--the Fixed Period of your departure will have come.”
”No.”
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