Mr. Poskitt's Nightcaps. Stories of a Yorkshire Farmer. Fletcher Joseph Smith
was throwing liquid diamonds into the sunlight with every revolution. Miriam saw none of these things; she hurried into the mill-house and onward into the living-room. For perhaps the first time in her life she was conscious of impending disaster – why or what she could not have told.
Old Tobias lay back in his easy-chair, looking very white and worn – his housekeeper, old Margaret Burton, stood at his side holding a cup. She sighed with relief as Miriam entered.
"Eh, I'm glad ye've comed, Mistress Michael!" she said. "I'm afeard th' maister has had a stroke – he turned queer all of a sudden."
"Have you sent for the doctor?" asked Miriam, going up to the old man and taking his hand.
"Aye, one o' th' mill lads has gone post haste on th' owd pony," answered the housekeeper. "But I'm afeard – "
Tobias opened his eyes, and, seeing Miriam, looked recognition. His grey lips moved.
"'Tisn' a stroke!" he whispered faintly. "It's th' end. Miriam, I want to say – summat to thee, my lass."
Miriam understood that he had something which he wished to say to her alone, and she motioned the housekeeper out of the living-room.
"There's a drop o' brandy in the cupboard there," said Tobias, when the door was closed upon himself and his daughter-in-law. "Gi' me a sup, lass – it'll keep me up till th' doctor comes – there's a matter I must do then. Miriam!"
"Yes, father?"
"Miriam, thou's a clever woman and a strong 'un," the old man went on, when he had sipped the brandy. "I must tell thee summat that nobody knows, and thou must tell it to Michael when I'm gone – I daren't tell him."
Miriam's heart leapt once and seemed to stand still; a sudden swelling seized her throat.
"Tell Michael?" she said. "Yes, father."
"Miriam … hearken. Michael – he weren't – he weren't born in wedlock!"
Michael's wife was a woman of quick perception. The full meaning of the old man's words fell on her with the force of a thunderstorm that breaks upon a peaceful countryside without warning. She said nothing, and the old man motioned her to give him more brandy.
"Weren't born in wedlock," he repeated, "and so is of course illegitimate and can't heir nowt o' mine. It was this way," he went on, gathering strength from the stimulant. "His mother and me weren't wed till after he were born – we were wed just before we came here. We came from a long way off – nobody knows about it in these parts. And, of course, Michael's real name is Michael Oldfield – his mother's name – and, by law, Stephen takes all."
"Stephen takes all!" she repeated in a dull voice.
Old Tobias Weere's eyes gleamed out of the ashen-grey of his face, and his lips curled with the old cunning which Miriam knew well.
"But I ha' put matters right," he said, with a horrible attempt at a smile, "I ha' put matters right! Didn't want to do it till th' end, 'cause folk will talk, and I can't abide talking. I ha' made a will leaving one-half o' my property to my son, Stephen Weere; t'other half to Michael Oldfield, otherwise known as Michael Weere, o' Millrace Cottage, Ashdale, i' th' county – "
The old man's face suddenly paled, and Miriam put more brandy to his lips. After a moment he pointed to a bunch of keys lying on the table beside him, and then to an ancient bureau which stood in a dark corner of the living-room. "It's i' th' top – drawer – th' will," he whispered. "Get it out, my lass, and lay the writing things o' th' table – doctor and James Bream'll witness it, an' then all will be in order. 'Cause, you see, somed'y might chance-along as knew the secret, an' would let out that Michael were born before we were wed, an' then – "
Sick and cold with the surprise and horror of this news, Miriam took the keys and went over to the old bureau. There, in the top drawer, lay a sheet of parchment – she knew little of law matters, but she saw that this had been written by a practised hand. She set it out on the table with pen and ink and blotting-paper – in silence.
"A lawyer chap in London town, as axed no questions, drew that there," murmured Tobias. "Wants naught but signing and witnessing and the date putting in. Why doesn't doctor come, and Jim Bream on the owd pony? Go to th' house door, lass, and see if ye can see 'em coming."
Miriam went out into the stone-paved porch, and, shading her aching eyes, looked across the garden. Eliza Kate had arrived with the baby, and sat nursing it beneath the lilac-trees. It caught sight of its mother, and stretched its arms and lifted its voice to her. Miriam gave no heed to it – her heart was heavy as the grey stones she stood on.
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