Part 23 (1/2)

CHAPTER XIX

CORP IS BROUGHT TO HEEL--GRIZEL DEFIANT

Corp s.h.i.+ach was a bare-footed colt of a boy, of ungainly build, with a nose so thick and turned up that it was a certificate of character, and his hands were covered with warts, which he had a trick of biting till they bled. Then he rubbed them on his trousers, which were the picturesque part of him, for he was at present ”serving” to the masons (he had ”earned his keep” since long before he could remember), and so wore the white or yellow ducks which the dust of the quarry stains a rarer orange color than is known elsewhere. The orange of the masons'

trousers, the blue of the hearthstones, these are the most beautiful colors to be seen in Thrums, though of course Corp was unaware of it. He was really very good-natured, and only used his fists freely because of imagination he had none, and thinking made him sweat, and consequently the simplest way of proving his case was to say, ”I'll fight you.” What might have been the issue of a conflict between him and Shovel was a problem for Tommy to puzzle over. Shovel was as quick as Corp was deliberate, and would have danced round him, putting in unexpected ones, but if he had remained just one moment too long within Corp's reach--

They nicknamed him Corp because he took fits, when he lay like one dead.

He was proud of his fits, was Corp, but they were a bother to him, too, because he could make so little of them. They interested doctors and other carriage folk, who came to his aunt's house to put their fingers into him, and gave him sixpence, and would have given him more, but when they pressed him to tell them what he remembered about his fits, he could only answer dejectedly, ”Not a d.a.m.ned thing.”

”You might as well no have them ava,” his wrathful aunt, with whom he lived, would say, and she thrashed him until his size forbade it.

Soon after the Muckley came word that the Lady of the Spittal was to be brought to see Corp by Mr. Ogilvy, the school-master of Glen Quharity, and at first Corp boasted of it, but as the appointed day drew near he became uneasy.

”The worst o't,” he said to anyone who would listen, ”is that my auntie is to be away frae hame, and so they'll put a' their questions to me.”

The Haggerty-Taggertys and Birkie were so jealous that they said they were glad _they_ never had fits, but Tommy made no such pretence.

”Oh, Corp, if I had thae fits of yours!” he exclaimed greedily.

”If they were mine to give awa',” replied Corp sullenly, ”you could have them and welcome.” Grown meek in his trouble, he invited Tommy to speak freely, with the result that his eyes were partially opened to the superiority of that boy's attainments. Tommy told him a number of interesting things to say to Mr. Ogilvy and the lady about his fits, about how queer he felt just before they came on, and the visions he had while he was lying stiff. But though the admiring Corp gave attentive ear, he said hopelessly next day, ”Not a dagont thing do I mind. When they question me about my fits I'll just say I'm sometimes in them and sometimes out o' them, and if they badger me more, I can aye kick.”

Tommy gave him a look that meant, ”Fits are just wasted on you,” and Corp replied with another that meant, ”I ken they are.” Then they parted, one of them to reflect.

”Corp,” he said excitedly, when next they met, ”has Mr. Ogilvy or the lady ever come to see you afore?”

They had not, and Corp was able to swear that they did not even know him by sight.

”They dinna ken me either,” said Tommy.

”What does that matter?” asked Corp, but Tommy was too full to speak. He had ”found a way.”

The lady and Mr. Ogilvy found Corp such a success that the one gave him a s.h.i.+lling and the other took down his reminiscences in a note-book. But if you would hear of the rings of blue and white and yellow Corp saw, and of the other extraordinary experiences he described himself as having when in a fit, you need not search that note-book, for the page has been torn out. Instead of making inquiries of Mr. Ogilvy, try any other dominie in the district, Mr. Cathro, for instance, who delighted to tell the tale. This of course was when it leaked out that Tommy had personated Corp, by arrangement with the real Corp, who was listening in rapture beneath the bed.

Tommy, who played his part so well that he came out of it in a daze, had Corp at heel from that hour. He told him what a rogue he had been in London, and Corp cried admiringly, ”Oh, you deevil! oh, you queer little deevil!” and sometimes it was Elspeth who was narrator, and then Tommy's n.o.ble acts were the subject; but still Corp's comment was ”Oh, the deevil! oh, the queer little deevil!” Elspeth was flattered by his hero-wors.h.i.+p, but his language shocked her, and after consulting Miss Ailie she advised him to count twenty when he felt an oath coming, at the end of which exercise the desire to swear would have pa.s.sed away.

Good-natured Corp willingly promised to try this, but he was never hopeful, and as he explained to Tommy, after a failure, ”It just made me waur than ever, for when I had counted the twenty I said a big d.a.m.n, thoughtful-like, and syne out jumpit three little d.a.m.ns, like as if the first ane had cleckit in my mouth.”

It was fortunate that Elspeth liked Corp on the whole, for during the three years now to be rapidly pa.s.sed over, Tommy took delight in his society, though he never treated him as an equal; Corp indeed did not expect that, and was humbly grateful for what he got. In summer, fis.h.i.+ng was their great diversion. They would set off as early as four in the morning, fis.h.i.+ng wands in hand, and scour the world for trout, plodding home in the gloaming with stones in their fis.h.i.+ng-basket to deceive those who felt its weight. In the long winter nights they liked best to listen to Blinder's tales of the Thrums Jacobites, tales never put into writing, but handed down from father to son, and proved true in the oddest of ways, as by Blinder's trick of involuntarily holding out his hands to a fire when he found himself near one, though he might be sweating to the s.h.i.+rt and the time a July forenoon. ”I make no doubt,”

he told them, ”as I do that because my forbear, Buchan Osler (called Buchan wi' the Haap after the wars was ower), had to hod so lang frae the troopers, and them so greedy for him that he daredna crawl to a fire once in an eight days.”

The Lord of the Spittal and handsome Captain Body (whose being ”out”

made all the women anxious) marched through the Den, flapping their wings at the head of a fearsome retinue, and the Thrums folk looked so glum at them that gay Captain Body said he should kiss every la.s.s who did not cheer for Charlie, and none cheered, but at the same time none ran away. Few in Thrums cared a doit for Charlie, but some hung on behind this troop till there was no turning back for them, and one of these was Buchan. He forced his wife to give Captain Body a white rose from her bush by the door, but a thorn in it p.r.i.c.ked the gallant, and the blood from his fingers fell on the bush, and from that year it grew red roses.

”If you dinna believe me,” Blinder said, ”look if the roses is no red on the bush at Pyotd.y.k.es, which was a split frae Buchan's, and speir whether they're no named the blood rose.”

”I believe you,” Tommy would say breathlessly: ”go on.”

Captain Body was back in the Den by and by, but he had no thought of preeing la.s.ses' mouths now. His face was scratched and haggard and his gay coat torn, and when he crawled to the Cuttle Well he caught some of the water in his bonnet and mixed meal with it, stirring the precious compound with his finger and using the loof of his hand as a spoon.