Rushbrook and Jane returned to their cottage. Jane closed the door, and
threw herself into her husband's arms. "You are saved at least," she
cried: "thank Heaven for that! You are spared. Alas! we do not know
how much we love till anger comes upon us."
Rushbrook was much affected: he loved his wife, and had good reason to
love her. Jane was a beautiful woman, not yet thirty; tall in her
person, her head was finely formed, yet apparently small for her height
her features were full of expression and sweetness. Had she been born
to a high station, she would have been considered one of the greatest
belles. As it was, she was loved by those around her; and there was a
dignity and commanding air about her which won admiration and respect.
No one could feel more deeply than she did the enormity of the offence
committed by her husband; and yet never in any moment since her marriage
did she cling so earnestly and so closely by him as she did now. She
was of that bold and daring temperament, that she could admire the
courage that propelled to the crime, while the crime itself she
abhorred. It was not, therefore, anything surprising that, at such a
moment, with regard to a husband to whom she was devoted, she thought
more of the danger to which he was exposed than she did of the crime
which had been committed.
To do Rushbrook himself justice, his person and mind were of no plebeian
mould. He was a daring, venturous fellow, ready at any emergency, cool
and collected in danger, had a pleasure in the excitement created by the
difficulty and risk attending his nocturnal pursuits, caring little or
nothing for the profits. He, as well as his wife, had not been
neglected in point of education: he had been born in humble life, and
had, by enlisting, chosen a path by which advancement became impossible;
but had Rushbrook been an officer instead of a common soldier, his
talents would probably have been directed to more noble channels, and
the poacher and pilferer for his captain might have exerted his
dexterity so as to have gained honourable mention. His courage had
always been remarkable, and he was looked upon by his officers--and so
he was by his companions--as the most steady and collected man under
fire to be found in the whole company.
We are the creatures of circumstances. Frederick of Prussia had no
opinion of phrenology; and one day he sent for the professor, and
dressing up a highwayman and a pickpocket in uniforms and orders, he
desired the phrenologist to examine their heads, and give his opinion as
to their qualifications. The _savant_ did so, and turning to the king,
said, "Sire, this person," pointing to the highwayman, "whatever he may
be, would have been a great general, had he been employed. As for the
other, he is quite in a different line. He may be, or, if he is not, he
would make, an admirable financier." The king was satisfied that there
was some truth in the science; "for," as he very rightly observed, "what
is a general but a highwayman, and what is a financier, but a
pickpocket?"
"Calm yourself, dear Jane," said Rushbrook; "all is well now."
"All well!--yes; but my poor child--200 pounds offered for his
apprehension! If they were to take him!"
"I have no fear of that; and if they did, they could not hurt him. It
is true that they have given their verdict; but still they have no
positive proof."
"But they have hanged people upon less proof before now, Rushbrook."
"Jane," replied Rushbrook, "our boy shall never be hanged--I promise you
that; so make your mind easy."
"Then you must confess, to save him; and I shall lose you."
A step at the door interrupted their colloquy. Rushbrook opened it, and
Mr Furness, the schoolmaster, made his appearance.
"Well, my good friends, I am very sorry the verdict has been such as it
is, but it cannot be helped; the evidence was too strong, and it was a
sad thing for me to be obliged to give mine."
"You!" exclaimed Rushbrook; "why, did they call you up?"
"Yes, and put me on my oath. An oath, to a moral man, is a very serious
responsibility; the nature of an oath is awful; and when you consider my
position in this place, as the inculcator of morals and piety to the
younger branches of the community, you must not be surprised at my
telling the truth."
"And what had you to tell?" inquired Rushbrook, with surprise.
"Had to tell--why, I had to tell what you told me this morning; and I
had to prove the bag as belonging to you; for you know you sent me some
potatoes in it by little Joey, poor fellow. Wilful Murder, and two
hundred pounds upon apprehension and conviction!"
Rushbrook looked at the pedagogue with surprise and contempt.
"Pray, may I ask how they came to know that anything had passed between
us yesterday morning, for if I recollect right, you desired me to be
secret."
"Very true, and so I did; but then they knew what good friends we always
were, I suppose, and so they sent for me, and obliged me to speak upon
my oath."
"I don't understand it," replied Rushbrook; "they might have asked you
questions, but how could they have guessed that I had told you
anything?"
"My dear friend, you don't understand it; but in my situation, looking
up to me, as every one does, as an example of moral rectitude and
correctness of conduct--as a pattern to the juvenile branches of the
community,--you see--"
"Yes, I do see that, under such circumstances, you should not go to the
ale-house and get tipsy two days, at least, out of the week," replied
Rushbrook, turning away.
"And why do I go to the ale-house, my dear friend, but to look after
those who indulge too freely--yourself, for instance? How often have I
seen you home?"
"Yes, when you were drunk and I was--" Jane put her hand upon her
husband's mouth.
"And you were what, friend?" inquired Furness, anxiously.
"Worse than you, perhaps. And now, friend Furness, as you must be tired
with your long evidence, I wish you a good night."
"Shall I see you down at the Cat and Fiddle?"
"Not for some time, if ever, friend Furness, that you may depend upon."
"Never go to the Cat and Fiddle! A little wholesome drink drowns care,
my friend; and, therefore, although I should be sorry that you indulged
too much, yet, with me to look after you--"
"And drink half my ale, eh? No, no, friend Furness, those days are
gone."
"Well, you are not in a humour for it now but another time. Mrs
Rushbrook, have you a drop of small beer?"
"I have none to spare," replied Jane, turning away; "you should have
applied to the magistrates for beer."
"Oh, just as you please," replied the pedagogue; "it certainly does
ruffle people's temper when there is a verdict of wilful murder, and two
hundred pounds for apprehension and conviction of the offender. Good
night."
Furness banged the cottage door as he went out.
Rushbrook watched till he was out of hearing, and then said, "He's a
scoundrel."
"I think so too," replied Jane; "but never mind, we will go to bed now,
thank God for his mercies, and pray for his forgiveness. Come,
dearest."
The next morning Mrs Rushbrook was informed by the neighbours that the
schoolmaster had volunteered his evidence. Rushbrook's indignation was
excited, and he vowed revenge.
Whatever may have been the feelings of the community at the time of the
discovery of the murder, certain it is that, after all was over, there
was a strong sympathy expressed for Rushbrook and his wife, and the
condolence was very general. The gamekeeper was avoided, and his friend
Furness fell into great disrepute, after his voluntarily coming forward
and giving evidence against old and sworn friends. The consequence was,
his school fell off, and the pedagogue, whenever he could raise the
means, became more intemperate than ever.
One Saturday night, Rushbrook, who had resolved to pick a quarrel with
Furness, went down to the ale-house. Furness was half drunk, and
pot-valiant. Rushbrook taunted him so as to produce replies. One word
brought on another, till Furness challenged Rushbrook to come outside
and have it out. This was just what Rushbrook wished, and after half an
hour Furness was carried home beaten to a mummy, and unable to leave his
bed for many days. As soon as this revenge had been taken, Rushbrook,
who had long made up his mind so to do, packed up and quitted the
village, no one knowing whither he and Jane went; and Furness, who had
lost all means of subsistence, did the same in a very few days
afterwards, his place of retreat being equally unknown.