School was just over. The boys belonging to Arlingford College poured
out into the playing fields, the juniors tumbling over one another in
haste and confusion, as though the premises were on fire behind them;
the seniors strolling leisurely out, or gathering in small groups near
the school door, to arrange their plans for the afternoon. Dr
Stansfield, the headmaster, still remained, in conversation with
Reginald Margetts, a connection of his wife's, a young man of
two-and-twenty, who was passing the Oxford long vacation at his house,
and had come in with a message from Mrs Stansfield. One of the
assistant masters also, George Rivers by name, sat at his desk, looking
over some exercises of which he had not completed the revision. He was
near about Margetts' age, a well-built young fellow with an intelligent
and pleasant face.
"Well, that will do, Redgy," said the Doctor. "You may tell Mrs
Stansfield that I do not know, and cannot conjecture who her visitor may
have been; but if he is to return in half an hour, I shall be in the
library ready to receive him. At present I must have a little talk with
George Rivers here, before I leave the school."
"I am going to walk with Rivers presently, sir," said Margetts. "Shall
you be long?"
"A quarter of an hour, I daresay. George will join you when we have
done. George," he continued, as Margetts left the room, "I have looked
over the papers you have sent me. I intended to have had this
conversation, even if you had not invited it. It is time that some
conclusion was come to. You have not, I fear, received any fresh
information?"
"I am sorry to say I have not."
"I am sorry too; but I hardly expected anything else. You are, I think,
more than one-and-twenty?"
"Two-and-twenty in a few months, sir."
"Indeed. Well, there ought to be no further delay in the arrangement of
your plans for the future. Do you not think so?"
"Yes, sir; and I believe I have made up my mind."
"What have you resolved to do?"
"Before I go into that, Dr Stansfield, I ought to thank you for the
great kindness you have shown me. I should be a pauper, or something
like it, but for you."
"We need not speak of that. Go on."
"Well, sir, I feel that I ought not to remain longer in England. I have
already trespassed too long on your bounty."
"If that is your reason for leaving England, you had better reconsider
it. Whatever might have been the case three years and a half ago, you
are not costing me anything now. Your assistant-mastership, small as
the salary is, with what you have of your own, is enough to keep you,
and you fully earn it. You have, I believe, once or twice expressed a
wish to enter holy orders?"
"It has been my wish for some time past, sir."
"Very well. You could not be ordained for more than a year. Before
that I think I could arrange with the Bishop for you to be ordained on
your mastership here. There is not so much difficulty made about a
title as used to be the case."
"You are most kind, sir. I hope you will not think me ungrateful; but I
feel it to be my first duty to find my mother and sister, if I can."
"I cannot blame you. But I should like to know what steps you mean to
take. I understood you to say you had obtained no further information."
"No; and I do not expect to obtain any information, so long as I am in
England. But if I were out in Australia, it might be different."
"What do you propose to do, then?"
"Well, in the first place, to work my passage out to Australia--to Swan
River, you know."
"Ay, to Dalby's Plot, to which it was ascertained that your mother went
when she landed in Australia. But you doubtless remember that we
ascertained, two years and a half ago, that she had left the colony, and
had gone--some said to Tasmania, and others to Cape Town; but no one has
ever given us a clue, by which we might discover the place to which she
had really removed."
"That is so. But if I were on the spot I think I might be able to hunt
out information, which no one, who was not as deeply interested as I am,
would be able to obtain."
"You may be right in that. Well, suppose you went out, and succeeded in
finding Mrs Rivers--what then?"
"Then I should like to buy land--a small farm. A little money goes a
long way out there, you know, sir. Then, when I was getting on pretty
well, I might be ordained by one of the colonial bishops, and do
clerical work combined with farming. It isn't the same kind of thing
out there, I am told, that it is in England. There are no large
populations--except, of course, in the towns--which take up a man's
whole time."
"You are right, I believe. A number of educated and zealous men
supporting themselves by their own industry, and yet having the power of
ministering to their neighbours, would be a great boon in the colonies.
I would willingly lend you all the assistance in my power towards
carrying out your scheme; but, as I have already said, I am afraid I see
but little hope of learning what has become of your mother and sister."
"I do not see much more; but I think it my duty to make the trial."
"Be it so then. What money have you?"
"Enough to pay my passage to Australia, sir,--that is, as a third-class
passenger, if I should prefer that to serving as a sailor on board one
of the steamers,--and perhaps 100 pounds over."
"I think you must go as a passenger. It might prejudice your errand,
when you get there, if you had been before the mast. We must contrive
to get you a letter of introduction to one of the Australian bishops."
"I'll give him one!" exclaimed a voice. "I know two or three of them as
well as I know my own brother."
Dr Stansfield started up in great surprise. "What, Rogers!" he
exclaimed. "Are you the visitor whom Mrs Stansfield told me to expect?
I knew you were coming to England, but not so soon as this."
"To be sure I am. I was told you would be out of school by a quarter
past twelve at latest, and now it is half-past, and you are still
there!"
"We had forgotten the lapse of time," said the Doctor. "But tell me
what has brought you to England so much earlier than was expected."
"The rows with the Boers and the Zulus," said Mr Rogers. "I have come
home--partly at the request of many of the leading men in Natal, partly
because my own interests were deeply concerned--to try and induce the
Government to put matters on some satisfactory footing."
"I had better leave you, sir, had I not?" said George, rising. "You can
speak to me further at another time."
Both the gentlemen turned and looked at the speaker, whose presence
perhaps they had forgotten.
"Oh yes," said Dr Stansfield; "I will bear what you have told me in
mind, and speak to you about it in a day or two."
George bowed, and left the room.
"Who is that lad?" inquired Mr Rogers. "I don't suppose I can have
seen him before; but his face seems strangely familiar to me."
"No; you can't have seen him before," rejoined the Doctor, smiling,
"unless it was in a dream. He has never been in South Africa, and you,
I think, have never left it since he was a child."
"No; I have never left the Transvaal, unless to visit Cape Town, or
Zululand, or Natal, for twenty years. I wonder you knew me, Stansfield;
but, to be sure, you were expecting me before long. But as regards this
lad--has he any relatives in the Transvaal?"
"His mother and sister may be in the Transvaal for all I can tell. They
left England some years ago, and the place where they are living is
quite unknown."
"What is his name?" asked Mr Rogers.
"Rivers," answered the headmaster,--"George Rivers." Mr Rogers shook
his head. "I know no person of that name," he said. "It must be a mere
chance resemblance. But I should like to know his history; for some
reason or other he interests me."
"Well, I can tell it you now," said the Doctor. "Sophia will not expect
us until luncheon-time, and that is not for another half-hour yet. Sit
down in that chair, and you shall hear it.
"George's father was a country doctor; he lived in this neighbourhood,
and was a very estimable man, and skilful in his profession, but very
poor. He married Farmer Wylie's daughter, a well-to-do man, and able to
give his daughter Agnes a very comfortable portion, particularly as she
was his only child. But he set himself against the marriage, forbade it
for several years, and at last only agreed because he saw nothing could
change his daughter's mind. But he would give her nothing more than a
hundred pounds, to buy her wedding clothes and help furnish the house.
A country doctor's practice is not very profitable, and Mr Rivers,
though not an extravagant, was not a saving man. They found it hard
work to live, still harder when their children began to grow up. George
was born to them two years after their marriage, and Thyrza two years
after that."
"Thyrza, did you say?" interposed Mr Rogers suddenly.
"Yes, Thyrza," said the Doctor. "It was an unusual name, but I believe
it was her father's fancy. Well, Mr and Mrs Rivers got poorer and
poorer. He had sent George to the college here. The lad was clever and
hard-working, and he obtained a scholarship, which went a long way
towards paying his schooling. But Mr Rivers called upon me one day,
when George was between sixteen and seventeen, and told me that he could
not longer afford to pay even the slight cost of his son's education.
He had had an interview with his son, he said, and had told him the
truth. I was interested in the lad, and told Mr Rivers that whatever
school fees there were would be remitted in the case of his son. The
poor man was very grateful; but when he reached home with the good news,
he found it had come too late. The boy had disappeared, no one knew
whither. It was not for nearly a month afterwards that a letter
arrived, saying that he had resolved he would no longer be a charge upon
his parents' scanty means. He had therefore gone on board a ship bound
for Australia. He meant to work his passage out there before the mast,
and when out there hoped to be able to find employment enough to keep
himself. As soon as he reached his destination, they should hear from
him again. Mrs Rivers brought me this letter, in the hope that I might
be able to assist her. She was wrapt up in this boy, and his departure
had nearly broken her heart.
"`We could bear anything,' she said to me, `if he was only with us.'
"I promised that I would write to the owners of the ship in which he had
sailed, and make arrangements for his return to England on the earliest
opportunity. But a series of misfortunes ensued, which I have often
wondered that she survived. First of all, there was a terrible fire, by
which Mr Rivers' house was burnt to the ground. No life was lost, but
there was heavy loss, and, what was worse, Mrs Rivers was severely
burned. One arm was so much injured that it was thought for a long time
she would lose the use of it, and the scars on her wrist and thumb will
never be erased."
Mr Rogers again started, and was on the point of speaking. But he
checked himself, and allowed the Doctor to go on.
"Before she had recovered from her wounds came the news that the
_Boomerang_, in which George had sailed, had been wrecked. The crew had
taken to the boats, some of which had landed safe on the Australian
coast; but others, it was feared, were lost. Mr Rivers could not bear
up against this continual current of misfortune. He took to his bed,
lingered some weeks, and then died. That his widow did not speedily
follow him has, as I have already intimated, always been a matter of
wonder to me. I think the necessity of living for the sake of her
daughter was the only thing that bore her up. She was left, of course,
quite penniless. I had the not very pleasant task of calling upon old
Farmer Wylie to inform him of his daughter's destitute condition. The
old man had turned more and more against the match, as it became evident
that the Riverses were not thriving in the world. Mr Rivers had felt
hurt and affronted at the language used by his father-in-law; and for
the last few years all intercourse had been broken off. But it was now
necessary to apply to him. I rode over accordingly, but found I had
gone on a bootless errand. Old Wylie himself was dangerously ill, and
died within a few days, never having recovered consciousness. When his
will was opened, it was found that his whole property had been
bequeathed to the county hospital. There was a small sum which had
belonged to his wife, which it was agreed might be made over to his
daughter. It was enough to pay her husband's debts, and leave her about
a couple of hundred pounds. She resolved with this to emigrate to
Australia."
"That was a strange resolution, was it not, under the circumstances?"
remarked Mr Rogers.
"I think it was, but she had a reason for it. She fancied that her
uncle Christopher, who had gone thither many years before, might still
be living there. I believe, too, that the sight of the familiar scenes
around her, associated as they were in her mind with her husband and
son, were more than she could endure. At all events she went, and
arrived safely in the colony. She wrote to apprise me of it, but I
never heard from her again. Nor have I ever been able to discover what
became of her, except that she left Australia soon afterwards."
"And what of George, then?" asked Mr Rogers, who had become interested
in the narrative.
"He returned to England about six months after his mother's departure.
The boat in which he had left the _Boomerang_ had been driven out of its
course, and had at last reached the Island of Timor. Thence George had
obtained a passage to Singapore, and thence again home. He came to me
in great distress. His father's death and his mother's departure from
England had been terrible shocks to him. His first thought, of course,
was of immediately joining his mother, wherever she might be. But I
pointed out to him that it would be better for him to wait until we
could learn more of her movements. All that I had heard at that time
was that she had left Australia soon after her arrival there, her uncle,
Mr Christopher Wylie, having gone somewhere else, though no one seemed
to know where. Probably, however, she would write home again.
Meanwhile, inquiry might continue to be made. George, who was now
nearly eighteen, had better re-enter the college for a year. A small
legacy left him by a relative would enable him to pay for his board, and
the school fees we remitted. He agreed to this, and continued in the
school for a year and a half, after which I found him some employment as
an extra junior master. He has continued his studies, and is now a very
tolerable scholar."
"And he has never discovered his mother's present residence?"
"Never. A friend in Swan River, to whom I wrote, made every inquiry,
but could only learn what I have already told you, that Mrs Rivers went
away soon after her arrival. She had discovered some clue, it was
thought, to her uncle's new place of abode. But even that is
conjecture."
"And what does the lad propose to do with himself?" asked Mr Rogers.
"He will not, I suppose, remain here much longer."
"No. He will go away at midsummer. He wanted to go at once, but I
urged his remaining until the end of the half-year. Indeed, there are
preparations which must be made before undertaking a long voyage."
"He is going to Australia, then?"
"Yes. He thinks that, although Mr Welstead's inquiries failed to
elicit the required information, he himself might be more successful. I
don't agree with him; but it would be hard to discourage him."
"And if he finds his mother and sister?"
"Then he would buy a little land with what remains of his cousin's
legacy, and settle in the colony with his relatives, combining farming
with a clergyman's work."
"A clergyman's work? Has he any fancy for that?"
"Yes, a very decided one. He is one of those who are anxious to do
good, but who combine with it an impatience of settled habits of life,
and a thirst for novelty and adventure. I do not know how to blame him.
He has all the qualities that would fit him for the course on which he
desires to enter. He is resolute, intelligent, and ready; capital at
all field sports and outdoor exercises; capable of bearing considerable
fatigue and hardships without murmuring; and withal extremely
affectionate and right-minded. Whatever purpose he might conceive, he
would be pretty sure to carry out, and, unless under very exceptional
circumstances, successfully."
"Indeed!" said Mr Rogers. "Then he is certainly the man for the
colonies. Well, Stansfield, I have not interrupted you, because I
wanted particularly to hear the whole of this story; but you will be
surprised, I think, to hear that I not only know the place where young
Rivers' mother and sister are living, but am myself personally
acquainted with them."
"With Mrs Rivers and her daughter!" exclaimed the headmaster in
surprise. "I thought you said just now that you knew no one of that
name?"
"Nor do I," said Mr Rogers; "but I do know a Mrs Mansen, the wife of a
Dutch farmer, who lives at one of my farms, only a short distance from
my station. She has a daughter named Thyrza Rivers, whose age
corresponds nearly with that of the Thyrza of your story."
"It is an uncommon name," said the headmaster. "Still there might be
two persons so called."
"No doubt. But you said the mother had been disfigured in the hand by a
severe burn. Mrs Mansen is a handsome woman past forty; but she has
just such a scar as you describe on her wrist. But did I understand you
to say her Christian name was Agnes?"
"Yes," said Dr Stansfield; "I am pretty sure it is. But anyway it will
be in the School Register. Yes," he added, taking a book down; "here it
is: `September 24, 18--. George, son of George and Agnes Rivers,
admitted.'"
"Then I think there can be no doubt of the identity," said Mr Rogers.
"Mrs Mansen's name is certainly Agnes. She had occasion to sign her
name before me, as a magistrate, a twelvemonth ago, and I remember it
perfectly. Mrs Mansen, too, had lost, or rather, believed she had lost
her only son, at sea. Well, this simplifies matters, I think,
considerably. I conclude this young fellow will give up all idea of
proceeding to Australia, and betake himself to Mansen's
place--`Spielman's Vley,' as it is called--instead?"
"Spielman's Vley," repeated the Doctor. "Is that in Natal or in
Zululand?"
"It is in neither. My station--Umvalosa--is just on the very borders of
the three countries, Zululand, Natal, and the Transvaal; and Spielman's
Vley lies a short distance only to the north-west, in the Transvaal. It
is one of the places which my chaplain,--as I call him,--Lambert,
continually visits."
"Ay; his visitations are rather different, I expect, from those of our
parochial clergy?"
"Very different. There are at least a dozen places round Umvalosa,
which, but for him, would be wholly without spiritual care. He visits
these in regular order, as well as he can; but some of them only get a
service once in two months or so. Unless there is some special reason,
such as some one on his deathbed wanting him, he is unable to visit them
oftener."
"That must cause a good deal of spiritual deadness," observed Dr
Stansfield. "They must soon forget all about his visits."
"Ah, so you in England fancy; but nothing can be further from the fact.
If the parson's visits were looked for in England as they are in my
neighbourhood, the English Church would be in a very different position.
Our people never forget the day when Mr Lambert is due. They will
come a long distance, and in all weathers, to be present at the
services. But that is human nature after all. What a man can have for
the asking, he cares little about, let it be ever so valuable; what he
can only get by taking much trouble and incurring great risk, that he
appreciates. But this has nothing to do with young Rivers. I think I
ought to see him, and tell him my conjectures--or rather, I think I may
say, my decided convictions--as to the identity of his mother with Mrs
Mansen."
"Of course," returned the Doctor. "He must judge for himself; but it
appears to me to be a clear case."
"Well, but there is something further. If he is convinced that I am
right, he will, I conclude, set out shortly--not for Australia, but for
South Africa."
"No doubt of that," assented the headmaster.
"In that case I shall make him an offer, which I hope he will accept. I
told you it was the political aspect of things that had brought me home
a month or two sooner than I had originally intended; but I had other
reasons besides. I wanted to get one or two young men, who would take
situations as schoolmasters and readers, and who might ultimately be
ordained, and serve churches out there, which I believe I can contrive
to get built. Now this lad seems to be the very person I am looking
after. I could put him into a small farm, which he could cultivate with
the help of some natives, and there would be a salary enough to keep him
until the farm began to pay. That it would soon do if he was capable
and painstaking, as by your account he is."
"He is all that, I can answer for it. If any young fellow is more
likely than another to succeed in such a position, it is George Rivers."
"Very good. If he engages with me, I shall undertake to provide his
outfit, and pay his passage to Durban and from thence to Umvalosa. But
he must make up his mind at once. I must leave this place for London
to-morrow."
"You had better see him without loss of time. He was to go out for a
short walk with his friend, Reginald Margetts; but he will be back by
dinner-time. I think he will probably accept your offer. I should
certainly advise him to do so."
Dr Stansfield proved to be right in his anticipations. George was at
first inclined to be somewhat sceptical as to the identity of his mother
with Mrs Mansen, and also made many inquiries as to the man who,
according to Mr Rogers' theory, was her second husband. He was told
that Ludwig Mansen was a very worthy man, well educated, and much
respected. George would find him a very desirable relative. He was not
rich, but in good circumstances. He and Mrs Mansen were generally
thought to live very happily together. As regards himself, Mr Rogers
knew that his mother had never ceased to deplore his death, which she
supposed had certainly occurred, and that his reappearance would be like
new life to her. If George had had no other reason for accepting Mr
Rogers' offer, this would have been sufficient to induce him to do so;
in fact, the desire of meeting her again grew so greatly on him, that it
was with difficulty that he could bring himself to consent to the delay
of five or six weeks, which Mr Rogers had declared to be necessary for
making the required arrangements. His passage was taken in the _Zulu
Queen_,--Captain Ranken, commander,--a large vessel carrying a cargo to
Durban, and taking a few first-class passengers at a lower rate than was
usually charged by the great steam companies.
About a week after Mr Rogers' departure for London, Redgy Margetts came
to Rivers with a letter, which he had that morning received from his
father.
"All right," he said, "old fellow! The governor has given his consent,
like a brick, as he is!"
"Given his consent to what, Redgy?" inquired George with surprise.
"To my sailing with you for Durban in the _Zulu Queen_" answered
Margetts. "I hoped from the first that he would; but I said nothing
about it till I was sure."
"You go to the Transvaal, Redgy!" exclaimed Rivers. "What should take
you there?"
"Oh, I have always intended to go out to one of the colonies. There is
nothing for any one to do in England, you know; and it will be very
jolly having you for my messmate and fellow-settler."
"It will be very jolly for _me_ anyway," said Rivers, shaking him
heartily by the hand. "I really think the thing is quite perfect now."