THE FAIRBROTHERS.
Now when the Fairbrothers concluded that they could never give rest
to their tender consciences until they had done right by their poor
sister Greeba they set themselves straightway to consider the ways
and means. Ballacraine they must sell in order that its proceeds
might be taken to Greeba as her share and interest; but Ballacraine
belonged to Jacob, and another provision would forthwith need to be
made for him. So after much arguing and some nagging across the
hearth of the kitchen at Lague it was decided that each of Jacob's
five brothers should mortgage his farm to one-sixth its value, and
that the gross sum of their five-sixths should be Jacob's for his
share. This arrangement would have the disadvantage of leaving Jacob
without land, but he showed a magnanimous spirit in that relation.
"Don't trouble about me," said he, "it's sweet and nice to do a
kindness to your own brothers."
And four of his brethren applauded that sentiment, but Thurstan
curled up his red nose and thought, "Aw, yes, of coorse, a powerful
big boiler of brotherly love the little miser keeps going under his
weskit."
And having so decided they further concluded to see the crops off the
ground, and then lose no time in carrying out their design. "Let's
wait for the melya," said Asher, meaning the harvest-home, "and then
off for Marky the Lord." The person who went by this name was one
Mark Skillicorn, an advocate, of Ramsey, who combined the functions
of pettifogger with those of money-lender and auctioneer. Marky the
Lord was old, and plausible and facetious. He was a distant relative
of the Fairbrothers by the side of their mother's French family; and
it was a strange chain of circumstances that no big farmer ever got
into trouble but he became a client of Marky the Lord's, that no
client of Marky the Lord's did not in the end go altogether to the
bad, and that poor Marky the Lord never had a client who did not die
in his debt. Nevertheless Marky the Lord grew richer as his losses
grew heavier, and more facetious as his years increased. Oh, he was a
funny dog, was Marky the Lord; but there was just one dog on the
island a shade or two funnier still, and that was Jacob Fairbrother.
This thrifty soul had for many a year kept a nest of private savings,
and even in the days when he and his brethren went down to make a
poor mouth before their father at Castletown he had money secretly
lent out on the conscientious interest of only three per cent. above
the legal rate.
And thus it chanced that when Ballacraine was advertised in big
letters on every barn door in the north of Mann, Jacob Fairbrother
went down to Marky the Lord, and made a private bargain to buy it in
again. So when the day of the sale came, and Marky the Lord strode
over the fields with some thirty men--farmers, miners, advocates, and
parsons--at his heels, and then drew up on the roadside by the
"Hibernian," and there mounted the till-board of a cart for the final
reckoning, little Jacob was too much moved to be present, though his
brothers were there, all glooming around on the outside of the group,
with their hands in their breeches pockets.
Ballacraine was knocked down cheap to somebody that nobody knew, and
then came the work of the mortgages; so once again Jacob went off to
Marky the Lord, and bargained to be made mortgagor, though no one was
to be a whit the wiser. And ten per cent. he was to get from each of
his five brothers for the use of the money which next day came back
to his own hands.
Thus far all was straight dealing, but with the approach of the time
to go to Iceland the complications grew thick. Jacob had so husbanded
his money that while seeming to spend he still possessed it, and now
he was troubled to know where to lodge that portion of it which he
should not want in Iceland and might find it unsafe to take there.
And while he was in the throes of his uncertainty his brothers--all
save John--were in the travail of their own big conception.
Now Asher, Stean, Ross and Thurstan, having each made up his mind
that he would go to Iceland also, had to consider how to get there,
for their late bargaining had left them all penniless. The proceeds
of the sale of Ballacraine were lodged with Jacob for Greeba, and
Jacob also held as his own what had come to each man from his
mortgage. So thinking that Jacob must have more than he could want,
they approached him one by one, confidentially and slyly. And
wondrous were the lies they told him, for they dare not confess that
their sole need of money was to go to Iceland after him, and watch
him that he did not cheat them when Greeba sent them all their
fortunes in return for their brotherly love of her.
Thus Asher took Jacob aside and whispered, "I'm morthal hard pressed
for a matter of five and thirty pound, boy--just five and thirty, for
draining and fencing. I make bold to think you'll lend me the like of
it, and six per cent. I'll be paying reg'lar."
"Ah, I can't do it, Asher," said Jacob, "for old Marky the Lord has
stripped me."
Then came Stean, plucking a bit of ling and looking careless, and he
said, "I've got a fine thing on now. I can buy a yoke of ploughing
oxen for thirty pound. Only thirty, and a dead bargain. Can you lend
me the brass? But whisht's the word, for Ross is sneaking after
them."
"Very sorry, Stean," said Jacob, "but Ross has been here before you,
and I've just lent him the money."
Ross himself came next, and said, "I borrowed five-and-twenty pound
from Stean a bit back, and he's not above threatening to sell me up
for a dirty little debt like that. Maybe ye'd tide me over the
trouble and say nothing to Stean."
"Make your mind easy, Ross," said Jacob, "Stean told me himself, and
I've paid him all you owe him."
So these two went their ways and thereafter eyed each other
threateningly, but neither dare explode, for both had their secret
fear. And last of all came Thurstan, made well drunk for the better
support of his courage, and he maudled and cried, "What d'ye think?
Poor Ballabeg is dead--him that used to play the fiddle at
church--and the old parson wants me to take Ballabeg's place up in
the gallery-loft. Says I'd be wonderful good at the viol-bass. I
wouldn't mind doing it neither, only it costs such a power of money,
a viol-bass does--twenty pound maybe."
"Well, what of that?" said Jacob, interrupting him, "the parson says
he'll lend you the money. He told me so himself."
With such shrewd answers did Jacob escape from the danger of lending
to his brothers, whom he could not trust. But he lost no time in
going down to Marky the Lord and offering his money to be lent out on
interest with good security. Knowing nothing of this, Asher, Stean,
Ross, and Thurstan each in his turn stole down to Marky the Lord to
borrow the sum he needed. And Marky the Lord kept his own worthy
counsel, and showed no unwise eagerness. First he said to Jacob, "I
can lend out your money on good security."
"Who to?" said Jacob.
"That I've given my word not to tell. What interest do you want?"
"Not less than twelve per cent." said the temperate Jacob.
"I'll get it," said Marky the Lord, and Jacob went away with a sly
smile.
Then said Marky the Lord to each of the borrowers in turn, "I can
find you the money."
"Whose is it?" asked Asher, who came the first.
"That I've sworn not to tell," said Marky the Lord.
"What interest?"
"Only four per cent. to my friend."
"Well, and that's reasonable, and he's a right honest, well-meaning
man, whoever he is," said Asher.
"That he is, friend," said Marky the Lord, "but as he had not got the
money himself he had to borrow it of an acquaintance, and pay ten per
cent. for the convenience."
"So he wants fourteen per cent.!" cried Asher. "Shoo! Lord save us!
Oh, the grasping miser. It's outrageous. I'll not pay it--the
Nightman fly away with me if I do."
"You need be under no uneasiness about that," said Marky the Lord,
"for I've three other borrowers ready to take the money the moment
you say you won't."
"Hand it out," said Asher, and away he went, fuming.
Then Stean, Ross, and Thurstan followed, one by one, and each
behaved as Asher had done before him. When the transaction was
complete, and the time had come to set sail for Iceland, many and
wonderful were the shifts of the four who had formed the secret
design to conceal their busy preparations. But when all was complete,
and berths taken, all six in the same vessel, Jacob and Gentleman
John rode round the farms of Lague to bid a touching farewell to
their brethren.
"Good-bye, Thurstan," said Jacob, sitting on the cross-board of the
cart. "We've had arguments in our time, and fallen on some rough harm
in the course of them, but we'll meet for peace and quietness in
heaven some day."
"We'll meet before that," thought Thurstan.
And when Jacob and John were gone on towards Ramsey, Thurstan mounted
the till-board of his own cart, and followed. Meantime Asher, Stean,
and Ross were on their journey, and because they did not cross on the
road they came face to face for the first time, all six together,
each lugging his kit of clothes behind him, on the deck of the ship
that was to take them to Iceland. Then Jacob's pale face grew livid.
"What does this mean?" he cried.
"It means that we can't trust you," said Thurstan.
"None of you?" said Jacob.
"None of us, seemingly," said Thurstan, glancing round into the
confused faces about him.
"What! Not your own brother?" said Jacob.
"'Near is my shirt, but nearer is my skin,' as the saying is," said
Thurstan, with a sneer.
"'Poor once, poor forever,' as the saying is," mocked Jacob. "Last
week you hadn't twenty pound to buy your viol-bass to play in the
gallery loft."
Stean laughed at that, and Jacob turned hotly upon him. "And _you_
hadn't thirty pound to buy your yoke of oxen that Ross was sneaking
after."
Then Ross made a loud guffaw, and Jacob faced about to him. "And
maybe _you've_ paid back your dirty five-and-twenty pound that Stean
threatened to sell you up for?"
Then Stean glowered hard at Ross, and Ross looked black at Stean, and
Asher almost burst his sides with laughter.
"And you, too, my dear eldest brother," said Jacob, bitterly, "you
have the advantage of me in years but not in wisdom. You thought,
like the rest of them, to get the money out of me, to help you to
follow me and watch me. So that was it, was it? But I was too much
for you, my dear brother, and you had to go elsewhere for your
draining and ditching."
"So I had, bad cess to you," said Asher; "and fourteen per cent. I
had to pay for the shabby loan I got."
At that Stean and Ross and Thurstan pricked up their ears.
"And did _you_ pay fourteen per cent.?" said Stean.
"I did, bad cess to Marky the Lord, and the grasping old miser behind
him, whoever he is."
And now it was Jacob's turn to look amazed.
"Wait," he said; "I don't like the look of you."
"Then shut your eyes," said Thurstan.
"Did Marky the Lord lend you the money?" asked Jacob of Asher.
"Ay, he did," said Asher.
"And _you_, too, said Jacob?" turning stiffly to Stean.
"Ay," said Stean.
"And _you_?" said Jacob, facing towards Ross.
"I darn say no," said Ross.
"And _you_, as well?" said Jacob, confronting Thurstan.
"Why not?" said Thurstan.
"The blockhead!" cried Jacob, "The scoundrel! It was _my_
money--mine--mine, I tell you, and he might as well have pitched it
into the sea."
Then the four men began to double their fists.
"Wait!" said Asher. "Are you the grasping young miser that asked
fourteen per cent.!"
"He is, clear enough," said Stean.
"Well," said Thurstan, "I really think--look you, boys, I really do
think, but I speak under correction--I really think, all things
considered, this Jacob is a damned rascal."
"I may have the advantage of him in years," said Asher, doubling up
his sleeves, "but if I can't----"
"Go to the devil," said Jacob, and he went below, boiling hot with
rage.
It was idle to keep up the quarrel, for very soon all six were out on
the high seas, bound to each other's company at bed and board, and
doomed to pass the better part of a fortnight together. So before
they came to Iceland they were good friends, after their fashion,
though that was perhaps the fashion of cat and mouse, and being
landed at Reykjavik they were once more in their old relations, with
Jacob as purse-bearer and spokesman.
"And now listen," said that thrifty person. "What's it saying? 'A
bird in the hand is worth two in the bush.' We've got our bird in the
hand, haven't we?"
"So we have," said Asher; "six hundred golden pounds that Ballacraine
fetched at the sale."
"Just so," said Jacob; "and before we part with it let us make sure
about the two in the bush."
With that intention they started inquiries, as best they could;
touching the position of Michael Sunlocks, his salary and influence.
And in spite of the difficulties of language they heard and saw
enough to satisfy them. Old Iceland was awakening from a bad dream of
three bad centuries and setting to work with a will to become a power
among the States; the young President, Michael Sunlocks, was the
restorer and protector of her liberties; fame and honor were before
him, and before all who laid a hand to his plough. This was what they
heard in many jargons on every side.
"It's all right," whispered Jacob, "and now for the girl."
They had landed late in the day of Greeba's visit to Red Jason at the
little house of detention, and had heard of her marriage, of its
festivities, and of the attempt on the life of the President. But
though they knew that Jason was no longer in Mann they were too much
immersed in their own vast schemes to put two and two together, until
next morning they came upon the sad procession bound for the Sulphur
Mines, and saw that Jason was one of the prisoners. They were then on
their way to Government House, and Jacob said with a wink, "Boys,
that's worth remembering. When did it do any harm to have two strings
to your bow?"
The others laughed at that, and John nudged Thurstan and said, "Isn't
he a boy!" And Thurstan grunted and trudged on.
When they arrived at the kitchen door of the house they asked for
Greeba by her new name, and after some inarticulate fencing with a
fat Icelandic cook, the little English maid was brought down to them.
"Leave her to me," whispered Jacob, and straightway he tackled her.
Could they see the mistress? What about? Well, it was a bit of a
private matter, but no disrespect to herself, miss. Aw, yes, they
were Englishmen--that's to say a sort of Englishmen--being Manxmen.
Would the mistress know them? Ay, go bail on that. Eh, boys? Ha! ha!
Fact was they were her brothers, miss. Yes, her brothers, all six of
them, and longing mortal to clap eyes again on their sweet little
sister.
And after that Master Jacob addressed himself adroitly to an
important question, and got most gratifying replies. Oh, yes, the
President loved his young wife beyond words; worshipped the very
ground she walked on, as they say. And, oh, yes, she had great, great
influence with him, and he would do anything in the wide world to
please her.
"That'll do," whispered Jacob over his shoulder, as the little maid
tripped away to inform her mistress. "I'll give that girl a shilling
when she comes again," he added.
"And give her another for me," said Stean.
"And me," said Asher.
"Seeing that I've no land at home now I wouldn't mind staying here
when you all go back," said Jacob.
"I'll sell you mine, Jacob," said Thurstan.
The maid returned to ask them to follow, and they went after her,
stroking their lank hair smooth on their foreheads, and studying the
remains of the snow on their boots. When they came to the door of the
room where they were to meet with Greeba, Jacob whispered to the
little maid, "I'll give you a crown when I come out again." Then he
twisted his face over his shoulder and said: "Do as I do; d'ye hear?"
"_Isn't_ he a boy?" chuckled Gentleman John.
Then into the room they passed, one by one, all six in file. Greeba
was standing by a table, erect, quivering, with flashing eyes, and
the old trembling on both sides her heart. Jacob and John instantly
went down on one knee before her, and their four lumbering brethren
behind made shift to do the same.
"So we have found you at last, thank God," said Jacob, in a mighty
burst of fervor.
"Thank God, thank God," the others echoed.
"Ah, Greeba," said Jacob, in a tone of sorrowful reproach, "why ever
did you go way without warning, and leave us all so racked with
suspense? You little knew how you grieved us, seeming to slight our
love and kindness towards you----"
"Stop," said Greeba. "I know too well what your love and kindness
have been to me. Why have you come?"
"Don't say that," said Jacob, sadly, "for see what we have made free
to fetch you--six hundred pound," he added, lugging a bag and a roll
of paper out of his pocket.
"Six hundred golden pounds," repeated the others.
"It's your share of Lague--your full share, Greeba, woman," said
Jacob, deliberately, "and every penny of it is yours. So take it, and
may it bring you a blessing, Greeba. And don't think unkind of us
because we have held it back until now, for we kept it from you for
your own good, seeing plain there was someone harking after you for
sake of what you had, and fearing your good money would thereby fall
into evil hands, and you be made poor and penniless."
"Ay, ay," muttered the others; "that Jason--that Red Jason."
"But he's gone now, and serve him right," said Jacob, "and you're
wedded to the right man, praise God."
So saying he shambled to his feet, and his brothers did likewise.
But Greeba stood without moving, and said through her compressed
lips, "How did you know that I was here?"
"The letter, the letter," Asher blurted out, and Jacob gave him a
side-long look, and then said:
"Ye see, dear, it was this way. When you were gone, and we didn't
know where to look for you, and were sore grieved to think you'd
maybe left us in anger, not rightly seeing our drift towards you, we
could do nothing but sit about and fret for you. And one day we were
turning over some things in a box, just to bring back the memory of
you, when what should we find but a letter writ to you by the good
man himself."
"Ay, Sunlocks--Michael Sunlocks," said Stean.
"And a right good man he is, beyond gainsay; and he knows how to go
through life, and I always said it," said Asher.
And Jacob continued, "So said I; 'Boys,' I said, 'now we know where
she is, and that by this time she must have married the man she
ought, let's do the right by her and sell Ballacraine, and take her
the money and give her joy.'"
"So you did, so you did," said John.
"And we sold it dirt cheap, too," said Jacob, "but you're not the
loser; no, for here is a full seventh of all Lague straight to your
hand."
"Give me the money," said Greeba.
"And there it is, dear," said Jacob, fumbling the notes and the gold
to count them, while his brethren, much gratified by this sign of
Greeba's complacency, began to stretch their legs from the easy
chairs about them.
"Ay, and a pretty penny it has cost us to fetch it," said John.
"We've had to pinch ourselves to do it, I can tell you."
"How much has it cost you?" said Greeba.
"No matter of that," interrupted Jacob, with a lofty sweep of the
hand.
"Let me pay you back what you have spent in coming," said Greeba.
"Not a pound of it," said Jacob. "What's a matter of forty or fifty
pounds to any of us, compared to doing what's right by our own flesh
and blood?"
"Let me pay you," said Greeba, turning to Asher, and Asher was for
holding out his hand, but Jacob, coming behind him, tugged at his
coat, and so he drew back and said,
"Aw, no, child, no; I couldn't touch it for my life."
"Then _you_," said Greeba to Thurstan, and Thurstan looked as hungry
as a hungry gull at the bait that was offered him, but just then
Jacob was coughing most lamentably. So with a wry face, that was all
colors at once, Thurstan answered, "Aw, Greeba, woman, do you really
think a poor man has got no feelings? Don't press it, woman. You'll
hurt me."
Recking nothing of these refusals Greeba tried each of the others in
turn, and getting the same answer from all, she wheeled about,
saying, "Very well, be it so," and quickly locked the money in the
drawer of a cabinet. This done, she said sharply, "Now, you can go."
"Go?" they cried, looking up from their seats in bewilderment.
"Yes," she said, "before my husband returns."
"Before he returns?" said Jacob. "Why, Greeba, we wish to see him."
"You had better not wait," said Greeba. "He might remember what you
appear to forget."
"Why," said Jacob, with every accent of incredulity, "and isn't he
our brother, so to say, brought up in the house of our own father?"
"And he knows what you did for our poor father, who wouldn't lie
shipwrecked now but for your heartless cruelties," said Greeba.
"Greeba, lass, Greeba, lass," Jacob protested, "don't say he wouldn't
take kind to the own brothers of his own wife."
"He also knows what you did for her," said Greeba, "and the sorry
plight you brought her to."
"What!" cried Jacob, "you never mean to say you are going to show an
ungrateful spirit, Greeba, after all we've brought you?"
"Small thanks to you for that, after defrauding me so long," said
Greeba.
"What! Keeping you from marrying that cheating knave?" cried Jacob.
"You kept me from nothing but my just rights," said Greeba. "Now
go--go."
Her words fell on them like swords that smote them hip and thigh, and
like sheep they huddled together with looks of amazement and fear.
"Why, Greeba, you don't mean to turn us out of the house," said
Jacob.
"And if I do," said Greeba, "it is no more than you did for our dear
old father, but less; for that house was his, while this is mine, and
you ought to be ashamed to show your wicked faces inside its doors."
"Oh, the outrageous little atomy," cried Asher.
"This is the thanks you get for crossing the seas to pay people what
there was never no call to give them," said Stean.
"Oh, bad cess to it all," cried Ross, "I'll take what it cost me to
come, and get away straight. Give it me, and I'm off."
"No," said Greeba, "I'll have no half measures. You refused what I
offered you, and now you shall have nothing."
"Och, the sly slut--the crafty young minx," cried Ross, "to get a
hold of the money first."
"Hush, boys, leave it to me," said Jacob. "Greeba," he said, in a
voice of deep sorrow, "I never should have believed it of you--you
that was always so kind and loving to strangers, not to speak of your
own kith and kin----"
"Stop that," cried Greeba, lifting her head proudly, her eyes
flashing, and the woman all over aflame. "Do you think I don't see
through your paltry schemes? You defrauded me when I was poor and at
your mercy, and now when you think I am rich, and could do you a
service, you come to me on your knees. But I spurn you, you mean,
grovelling men, you that impoverished my father and then turned your
backs upon him, you that plotted against my husband and would now
lick the dust under his feet. Get out of my house, and never darken
my doors again. Come here no more, I tell you, or I will disown you.
Go--go!"
And just as sheep they had huddled together, so as sheep she swept
them out before her. They trooped away through the kitchen and past
the little English maid, but their eyes were down and they did not
see her.
"Did ye give her that crown piece?" asked Thurstan, looking into
Jacob's eyes. But Jacob said nothing--he only swore a little.
"The numskull!" muttered Thurstan. "The tomfool! The booby! The
mooncalf! The jobbernowl! I was a fool to join his crackbrained
scheme."
"I always said it would come to nothing," said Asher, "and we've
thrown away five and thirty pound apiece, and fourteen per cent. for
the honor of doing it."
"It's his money, though--the grinding young miser--and may he whistle
till he gets it," said Thurstan.
"Oh, yes, you're a pretty pack of wise asses, you are," said Jacob,
bitterly. "Money thrown away, is it? You've never been so near to
your fortune in your life."
"How is that?" asked the other five at once.
"How is it that Red Jason has gone to prison? For threatening Michael
Sunlocks? Very likely," said Jacob, with a curl of the lip.
"What then?" said John.
"For threatening herself," said Jacob. "She has lied about it."
"And what if she has? Where's our account in that?" said Asher.
"Where? Why, with her husband," said Jacob, and four distinct
whistles answered him.
"You go bail Michael Sunlocks knows less than we know," Jacob added,
"and maybe we might tell him something that would be worth a trifle."
"What's that?" asked John.
"That she loved Red Jason, and ought to have married him," said
Jacob; "but threw him up after they had been sweethearting together,
because he was poor, and then came to Iceland and married Michael
Sunlocks because he was rich."
"Chut! Numskull again! He'd never believe you," said Thurstan.
"Would he not?" said Jacob, "then maybe he would believe his own
eyes. Look there," and he drew a letter out of his pocket.
It was the abandoned letter that Greeba wrote to Jason.
"_Isn't_ he a boy!" chuckled Gentleman John.
Two days longer they stayed at Reykjavik, and rambled idly about the
town, much observed by the Icelanders and Danes for their monkey
jackets of blue Manx cloth, and great sea boots up to their thighs.
Early on the afternoon of the second day they sighted, from the new
embankment where they stood and watched the masons, a ship coming up
the fiord from the Smoky Point. It was a brig, with square sails set,
and as she neared the port she ran up a flag to the masthead. The
flag was the Icelandic flag, the banner of the Vikings, the white
falcon on the blue ground, and the Fairbrothers noticed that at the
next moment it was answered by a like flag on the flag-staff of
Government House.
"He's coming, he's yonder," said Jacob, flapping his hands under his
armpits to warm them.
In a few minutes they saw that there was a flutter over the smooth
surface of the life of the town, and that small groups of people were
trooping down to the jetty. Half an hour later the brig ran into
harbor, dropped anchor below the lava reef, and sent its small boat
ashore. Three men sat in the boat; the two sailors who rowed, and a
gentleman who sat on the seat between them. The gentleman was young,
flaxen-haired, tall, slight, with a strong yet winsome face, and clad
in a squirrel-skin coat and close-fitting squirrel-skin cap. When the
boat grounded by the jetty he leapt ashore with a light spring,
smiled and nodded to the many who touched their hats to him, hailed
others with a hearty word, and then swung into the saddle of a horse
that stood waiting for him, and rode away at an eager trot in the
direction of Government House.
It was Michael Sunlocks.