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A TRAGEDY OF TWO AMBITIONS




CHAPTER I



The shouts of the village-boys came in at the window, accompanied by
broken laughter from loungers at the inn-door; but the brothers
Halborough worked on.

They were sitting in a bedroom of the master-millwright's house,
engaged in the untutored reading of Greek and Latin. It was no tale
of Homeric blows and knocks, Argonautic voyaging, or Theban family
woe that inflamed their imaginations and spurred them onward. They
were plodding away at the Greek Testament, immersed in a chapter of
the idiomatic and difficult Epistle to the Hebrews.

The Dog-day sun in its decline reached the low ceiling with slanting
sides, and the shadows of the great goat's-willow swayed and
interchanged upon the walls like a spectral army manoeuvring. The
open casement which admitted the remoter sounds now brought the voice
of some one close at hand. It was their sister, a pretty girl of
fourteen, who stood in the court below.

'I can see the tops of your heads! What's the use of staying up
there? I like you not to go out with the street-boys; but do come
and play with me!'

They treated her as an inadequate interlocutor, and put her off with
some slight word. She went away disappointed. Presently there was a
dull noise of heavy footsteps at the side of the house, and one of
the brothers sat up. 'I fancy I hear him coming,' he murmured, his
eyes on the window.

A man in the light drab clothes of an old-fashioned country tradesman
approached from round the corner, reeling as he came. The elder son
flushed with anger, rose from his books, and descended the stairs.
The younger sat on, till, after the lapse of a few minutes, his
brother re-entered the room.

'Did Rosa see him?'

'No.'

'Nor anybody?'

'No.'

'What have you done with him?'

'He's in the straw-shed. I got him in with some trouble, and he has
fallen asleep. I thought this would be the explanation of his
absence! No stones dressed for Miller Kench, the great wheel of the
saw-mills waiting for new float-boards, even the poor folk not able
to get their waggons wheeled.'

'What IS the use of poring over this!' said the younger, shutting up
Donnegan's Lexicon with a slap. 'O if we had only been able to keep
mother's nine hundred pounds, what we could have done!'

'How well she had estimated the sum necessary! Four hundred and
fifty each, she thought. And I have no doubt that we could have done
it on that, with care.'

This loss of the nine hundred pounds was the sharp thorn of their
crown. It was a sum which their mother had amassed with great
exertion and self-denial, by adding to a chance legacy such other
small amounts as she could lay hands on from time to time; and she
had intended with the hoard to indulge the dear wish of her heart--
that of sending her sons, Joshua and Cornelius, to one of the
Universities, having been informed that from four hundred to four
hundred and fifty each might carry them through their terms with such
great economy as she knew she could trust them to practise. But she
had died a year or two before this time, worn out by too keen a
strain towards these ends; and the money, coming unreservedly into
the hands of their father, had been nearly dissipated. With its
exhaustion went all opportunity and hope of a university degree for
the sons.

'It drives me mad when I think of it,' said Joshua, the elder. 'And
here we work and work in our own bungling way, and the utmost we can
hope for is a term of years as national schoolmasters, and possible
admission to a Theological college, and ordination as despised
licentiates.'

The anger of the elder was reflected as simple sadness in the face of
the other. 'We can preach the Gospel as well without a hood on our
surplices as with one,' he said with feeble consolation.

'Preach the Gospel--true,' said Joshua with a slight pursing of
mouth. 'But we can't rise!'

'Let us make the best of it, and grind on.'

The other was silent, and they drearily bent over their books again.

The cause of all this gloom, the millwright Halborough, now snoring
in the shed, had been a thriving master-machinist, notwithstanding
his free and careless disposition, till a taste for a more than
adequate quantity of strong liquor took hold of him; since when his
habits had interfered with his business sadly. Already millers went
elsewhere for their gear, and only one set of hands was now kept
going, though there were formerly two. Already he found a difficulty
in meeting his men at the week's end, and though they had been
reduced in number there was barely enough work to do for those who
remained.

The sun dropped lower and vanished, the shouts of the village
children ceased to resound, darkness cloaked the students' bedroom,
and all the scene outwardly breathed peace. None knew of the fevered
youthful ambitions that throbbed in two breasts within the quiet
creeper-covered walls of the millwright's house.

In a few months the brothers left the village of their birth to enter
themselves as students in a training college for schoolmasters; first
having placed their young sister Rosa under as efficient a tuition at
a fashionable watering-place as the means at their disposal could
command.





Life's Little Ironies by Thomas Hardy
Category:
19th century fiction

Short stories
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