THE PASS’N’S PRESCRIPTION
Not a word on that evening would the old rector allow himself to speak
to Kitty relative to the fire, nor would he suffer her to speak about
it. He saw that she was in a condition of nervous excitability, and that
she must be tranquillised. But, indeed, she made hardly an attempt to
speak about the rick, and how it was set on fire; and directly the
rector put up his hand to indicate that the topic was taboo, she
submitted with a sense of relief.
Mr. Fielding had a kind, motherly housekeeper, with tact, and, at a word
from him, she understood how that Kate was to be treated. The rector
was, indeed, alarmed lest the fright and mental excitement he found the
girl labouring under might throw her into fever. He knew that she was
not strong in constitution, and that she was endowed with high-strung
and sensitive nerves.
Walter Bramber, having heard of the fire, of the threatened arrest of
Kate, of her having been taken to the Rectory, hastened to the parsonage
in the hope of seeing her. But this Mr. Fielding would not allow. The
young man was greatly agitated, grievously distressed. He entreated to
be permitted an interview, but the rector was peremptory in refusing it.
“Remember, all is off between you, at all events for a time. That she
likes you, has not ceased to like you, I am convinced. In her present
trouble the sight of you would but increase her distress. There is
something behind all this’something of mystery, which I do not fathom.
Kitty cannot justify herself; not that she is guilty, that neither you
nor I credit. There is something that ties her tongue. She is, perhaps,
afraid of compromising another, and who that is I do not know.”
“I believe,” said Walter impetuously, “that this is a wicked conspiracy
against Kitty. Mr. Pepperill, to clear himself of the suspicion that he
caused the burning down of his stores, painfully laboured to spread the
report that Kitty had done it, and done it out of revenge because he
refused to allow of my suit. And now he has contrived, by some means or
other, to get his rick fired’which is not insured’in such a manner as to
make it appear that Kitty, and Kitty alone, could have done it. It is a
vile plot to ruin her, and she is innocent as a lamb.”
“That she is innocent I am assured,” said the rector. “How this last
fire has come about I cannot even venture to guess. The material for
forming an opinion is not to hand. Till Kitty speaks we probably shall
not know, and I do not know what will induce her to speak. Of one thing
be confident, Walter: whatever Kitty believes is right, that she will
do. I would not urge her to speak, because her sense of duty, her
conscience, tells her to be silent. I have that perfect, unshaken trust
in her, that I simply leave matters alone, and all I seek is to relieve
her of unnecessary trial.”
“I am a poor man,” said Bramber, “but I will give every penny I have,’I
will sell my books, ay, and my violin, to secure the best counsel for
her defence, if it comes to that.”
“You need not trouble yourself on that score,” said Mr. Fielding, with a
smile. “Kitty has other friends besides you. There is her aunt, who
loves her, and there is her pastor, who watches over her with much
care.”
Bramber moved in restless unhappiness. The rector saw how wretched the
young man was, and he said gently, “Bramber, do you not see that the
case is taken almost completely out of our hands?”
“I suppose it is’to some extent.”
“Almost entirely. I will not urge Kitty to say what she thinks should be
withheld. There is but one thing you and I can do, and that is what I
shall advise Kitty, before she goes to bed, that which will be better
than any sleeping draught, that which alone will strengthen her to bear
what is to come, that will cool the fevered heart, and calm the working
brain.”
“What is that? I have tried my violin’music will not ease my mind.”
“No, it is something else. A prescription I had long ago from a Great
Physician: one I have often tried, and never found to fail.”
“What is that?”
“Cast all your care upon God, for He careth for you.”
Walter clasped the old rector’s hand, he could not speak, something rose
in his throat. He turned away, and found that the prescription availed.
Before Kitty went to bed that night, the rector sought her. She had been
standing for an hour at a window, looking in the direction of the
Cellars.
In the few hours that had passed she had become whiter, more sunken
under the eyes, more tremulous in her limbs and mouth. It was with her
as the rector surmised. Her mind was torn with doubt as to what course
she should pursue. If she were to save herself, it must be at the cost
of others.
“Mr. Fielding, is it possible to prevent my being brought before the
magistrates? that is, can I see my uncle in private here, and induce him
to withdraw what he has said?”
“I do not think it is possible.”
“I could tell him something which would make him most anxious to hush
the matter up.”
“Nevertheless, he cannot withdraw. He has made a charge against you. It
has gone beyond the stage at which a recall is possible. Remember,
Kitty, this is not a mere prosecution for injury done; it is a criminal
charge, and your uncle dare not now hold back without making himself
guilty of compounding a felony. I am nothing of a lawyer, but I fancy
such is the law. Even if your uncle did not take the matter up, Mr.
Pooke would be bound to do so. You must make up your mind to that.”
“Then something dreadful will happen.”
“Kitty,” said the rector, “you will have to take my prescription’not
mine, but one given by the Greatest of physicians. Unless you do that,
you will have no rest for mind or body, no sleep, and you will be worn
out before the trial.”
“What is that?”
He told her. “The matter, you see, is taken out of your hands. You can
do nothing by torturing your brain with thoughts how to avoid this, how
to modify that.”
“It is so.”
“Then cast all your care upon God, for He careth for you. Now go to
sleep, and be fresh to-morrow.”
The rector left his house and visited the Cellars. The rick was resolved
into a huge glowing ember, from which fell avalanches of fiery powder.
Above the mass flickered ghost-like blue flames, not in touch with the
incandescent heap below.
At the door of the house the rector encountered Pasco Pepperill.
“There’see how I am served by the public!” exclaimed Pasco. “When a
misfortune happens, there are always some wanton rascals to do mischief
above and beyond what is the main loss.”
“What has happened to you now, Mr. Pepperill?” asked the rector.
“Some idle vagabonds have been at my boat again,” answered Pasco. “It
was so when my stores were burnt’not the same night, but soon after’out
of sheer wickedness they cut my old boat adrift, and I lost her. She was
carried out by the tide, and never have I heard of her from that day to
this.”
“Well, and now?”
“And now they’ve gone and done the same’or worse. Before it was my old
boat, and now it’s the new one’cut the rope, and away she’s gone. It’s
wickedness. Oh my! You should preach and pray against it. There be such
a lot of it in the world’and cost me six guineas did that boat.”
“I am very sorry to hear of this additional loss,” said the rector.
“I suppose the next thing they will say is, I cut my own boat away and
let her go out to sea, because I had insured her. But you may tell
everyone, pass’n, that I hadn’t insured my boat no more than I had my
rick o’ straw. Oh dear! the wickedness there is in the world!”
“I wish to see your wife for a moment.”
“Zerah’s inside, in a fine take-on. She’s gone about like a weathercock
lately, and can’t make enough of Kitty. And now that Kitty is proved to
ha’ done all these horrible crimes, she’s in a bad way, I can assure
you.”
The rector entered the house and found the poor woman. Her former
hardness had given way under the troubles she had undergone; her pride
had been broken down beneath the burden of the knowledge that her
husband had been guilty of setting fire to his stores for the sake of
the insurance money, and of the gnawing suspicion that her brother had
died in the flames; that he had been remorselessly sacrificed by Pasco
to conceal his own guilt. And now that this new conflagration had
occurred, and that Kitty was apparently implicated in it, she was nigh
in despair.
“Mrs. Pepperill,” said the rector, “I have come to you after having
dismissed Kitty to rest.”
“Rest?” echoed Zerah. “Can she sleep? That is more than I can.”
“Yes; so also will you when you have taken the same prescription.”
“I want no medicine.”
“You will take this. You can do nothing for your niece, can you?”
“Nothing but fret,” said Mrs. Pepperill.
“That will not help her. You believe her to be innocent?” asked the
rector.
“I am sure of it.”
“Nothing you can say or do will prove it?”
“Nothing; but if I’m called to bear witness, and I must speak the truth,
then what I say may go against her. That troubles me, terrible. I’m
mazed wi’ the thought. You see, I looked, and there was a can’l-end in
the lantern when she took it; and I saw there was none at all when she
brought back the lantern. I don’t want to say it, as it may go against
her; but I can’t go against my oath and against the truth.”
“Of course not. Speak out what is true.”
“And I can’t have no rest thinkin’, and thinkin’, and frettin’ about it
all.”
“No, Mrs. Pepperill; but you will rest and sleep peacefully after you
have taken my prescription’a sovereign one, as many a vexed soul has
found’the only one possible in many a case’‘Cast all your care upon God,
for He careth for you.’”