A man in semi-clerical dress was walking along the road which led
from the railway-station into a provincial town. As he walked he
read persistently, only looking up once now and then to see that he
was keeping on the foot track and to avoid other passengers. At
those moments, whoever had known the former students at the
millwright's would have perceived that one of them, Joshua
Halborough, was the peripatetic reader here.
What had been simple force in the youth's face was energized judgment
in the man's. His character was gradually writing itself out in his
countenance. That he was watching his own career with deeper and
deeper interest, that he continually 'heard his days before him,' and
cared to hear little else, might have been hazarded from what was
seen there. His ambitions were, in truth, passionate, yet
controlled; so that the germs of many more plans than ever blossomed
to maturity had place in him; and forward visions were kept purposely
in twilight, to avoid distraction.
Events so far had been encouraging. Shortly after assuming the
mastership of his first school he had obtained an introduction to the
Bishop of a diocese far from his native county, who had looked upon
him as a promising young man and taken him in hand. He was now in
the second year of his residence at the theological college of the
cathedral-town, and would soon be presented for ordination.
He entered the town, turned into a back street, and then into a yard,
keeping his book before him till he set foot under the arch of the
latter place. Round the arch was written 'National School,' and the
stonework of the jambs was worn away as nothing but boys and the
waves of ocean will wear it. He was soon amid the sing-song accents
of the scholars.
His brother Cornelius, who was the schoolmaster here, laid down the
pointer with which he was directing attention to the Capes of Europe,
and came forward.
'That's his brother Jos!' whispered one of the sixth standard boys.
'He's going to be a pa'son, he's now at college.'
'Corney is going to be one too, when he's saved enough money,' said
After greeting his brother, whom he had not seen for several months,
the junior began to explain his system of teaching geography.
But Halborough the elder took no interest in the subject. 'How about
your own studies?' he asked. 'Did you get the books I sent?'
Cornelius had received them, and he related what he was doing.
'Mind you work in the morning. What time do you get up?'
The younger replied: 'Half-past five.'
'Half-past four is not a minute too soon this time of the year.
There is no time like the morning for construing. I don't know why,
but when I feel even too dreary to read a novel I can translate--
there is something mechanical about it I suppose. Now, Cornelius,
you are rather behindhand, and have some heavy reading before you if
you mean to get out of this next Christmas.'
'I am afraid I have.'
'We must soon sound the Bishop. I am sure you will get a title
without difficulty when he has heard all. The sub-dean, the
principal of my college, says that the best plan will be for you to
come there when his lordship is present at an examination, and he'll
get you a personal interview with him. Mind you make a good
impression upon him. I found in my case that that was everything and
doctrine almost nothing. You'll do for a deacon, Corney, if not for
The younger remained thoughtful. 'Have you heard from Rosa lately?'
he asked; 'I had a letter this morning.'
'Yes. The little minx writes rather too often. She is homesick--
though Brussels must be an attractive place enough. But she must
make the most of her time over there. I thought a year would be
enough for her, after that high-class school at Sandbourne, but I
have decided to give her two, and make a good job of it, expensive as
the establishment is.'
Their two rather harsh faces had softened directly they began to
speak of their sister, whom they loved more ambitiously than they
'But where is the money to come from, Joshua?'
'I have already got it.' He looked round, and finding that some boys
were near withdrew a few steps. 'I have borrowed it at five per
cent. from the farmer who used to occupy the farm next our field.
You remember him.'
'But about paying him?'
'I shall pay him by degrees out of my stipend. No, Cornelius, it was
no use to do the thing by halves. She promises to be a most
attractive, not to say beautiful, girl. I have seen that for years;
and if her face is not her fortune, her face and her brains together
will be, if I observe and contrive aright. That she should be, every
inch of her, an accomplished and refined woman, was indispensable for
the fulfilment of her destiny, and for moving onwards and upwards
with us; and she'll do it, you will see. I'd half starve myself
rather than take her away from that school now.'
They looked round the school they were in. To Cornelius it was
natural and familiar enough, but to Joshua, with his limited human
sympathies, who had just dropped in from a superior sort of place,
the sight jarred unpleasantly, as being that of something he had left
behind. 'I shall be glad when you are out of this,' he said, 'and in
your pulpit, and well through your first sermon.'
'You may as well say inducted into my fat living, while you are about
'Ah, well--don't think lightly of the Church. There's a fine work
for any man of energy in the Church, as you'll find,' he said
fervidly. 'Torrents of infidelity to be stemmed, new views of old
subjects to be expounded, truths in spirit to be substituted for
truths in the letter . . . ' He lapsed into reverie with the vision
of his career, persuading himself that it was ardour for Christianity
which spurred him on, and not pride of place. He had shouldered a
body of doctrine, and was prepared to defend it tooth and nail,
solely for the honour and glory that warriors win.
'If the Church is elastic, and stretches to the shape of the time,
she'll last, I suppose,' said Cornelius. 'If not--. Only think, I
bought a copy of Paley's Evidences, best edition, broad margins,
excellent preservation, at a bookstall the other day for--ninepence;
and I thought that at this rate Christianity must be in rather a bad
'No, no!' said the other almost, angrily. 'It only shows that such
defences are no longer necessary. Men's eyes can see the truth
without extraneous assistance. Besides, we are in for Christianity,
and must stick to her whether or no. I am just now going right
through Pusey's Library of the Fathers.'
'You'll be a bishop, Joshua, before you have done!'
'Ah!' said the other bitterly, shaking his head. 'Perhaps I might
have been--I might have been! But where is my D.D. or LL.D.; and how
be a bishop without that kind of appendage? Archbishop Tillotson was
the son of a Sowerby clothier, but he was sent to Clare College. To
hail Oxford or Cambridge as alma mater is not for me--for us! My
God! when I think of what we should have been--what fair promise has
been blighted by that cursed, worthless--'
'Hush, hush! . . . But I feel it, too, as much as you. I have seen
it more forcibly lately. You would have obtained your degree long
before this time--possibly fellowship--and I should have been on my
way to mine.'
'Don't talk of it,' said the other. 'We must do the best we can.'
They looked out of the window sadly, through the dusty panes, so high
up that only the sky was visible. By degrees the haunting trouble
loomed again, and Cornelius broke the silence with a whisper: 'He
has called on me!'
The living pulses died on Joshua's face, which grew arid as a
clinker. 'When was that?' he asked quickly.
'How did he get here--so many miles?'
'Came by railway. He came to ask for money.'
'He says he will call on you.'
Joshua replied resignedly. The theme of their conversation spoilt
his buoyancy for that afternoon. He returned in the evening,
Cornelius accompanying him to the station; but he did not read in the
train which took him back to the Fountall Theological College, as he
had done on the way out. That ineradicable trouble still remained as
a squalid spot in the expanse of his life. He sat with the other
students in the cathedral choir next day; and the recollection of the
trouble obscured the purple splendour thrown by the panes upon the
It was afternoon. All was as still in the Close as a cathedral-green
can be between the Sunday services, and the incessant cawing of the
rooks was the only sound. Joshua Halborough had finished his ascetic
lunch, and had gone into the library, where he stood for a few
moments looking out of the large window facing the green. He saw
walking slowly across it a man in a fustian coat and a battered white
hat with a much-ruffled nap, having upon his arm a tall gipsy-woman
wearing long brass earrings. The man was staring quizzically at the
west front of the cathedral, and Halborough recognized in him the
form and features of his father. Who the woman was he knew not.
Almost as soon as Joshua became conscious of these things, the sub-
dean, who was also the principal of the college, and of whom the
young man stood in more awe than of the Bishop himself, emerged from
the gate and entered a path across the Close. The pair met the
dignitary, and to Joshua's horror his father turned and addressed the
What passed between them he could not tell. But as he stood in a
cold sweat he saw his father place his hand familiarly on the sub-
dean's shoulder; the shrinking response of the latter, and his quick
withdrawal, told his feeling. The woman seemed to say nothing, but
when the sub-dean had passed by they came on towards the college
Halborough flew along the corridor and out at a side door, so as to
intercept them before they could reach the front entrance, for which
they were making. He caught them behind a clump of laurel.
'By Jerry, here's the very chap! Well, you're a fine fellow, Jos,
never to send your father as much as a twist o' baccy on such an
occasion, and to leave him to travel all these miles to find ye out!'
'First, who is this?' said Joshua Halborough with pale dignity,
waving his hand towards the buxom woman with the great earrings.
'Dammy, the mis'ess! Your step-mother! Didn't you know I'd married?
She helped me home from market one night, and we came to terms, and
struck the bargain. Didn't we, Selinar?'
'Oi, by the great Lord an' we did!' simpered the lady.
'Well, what sort of a place is this you are living in?' asked the
millwright. 'A kind of house-of-correction, apparently?'
Joshua listened abstractedly, his features set to resignation. Sick
at heart he was going to ask them if they were in want of any
necessary, any meal, when his father cut him short by saying, 'Why,
we've called to ask ye to come round and take pot-luck with us at the
Cock-and-Bottle, where we've put up for the day, on our way to see
mis'ess's friends at Binegar Fair, where they'll be lying under
canvas for a night or two. As for the victuals at the Cock I can't
testify to 'em at all; but for the drink, they've the rarest drop of
Old Tom that I've tasted for many a year.'
'Thanks; but I am a teetotaller; and I have lunched,' said Joshua,
who could fully believe his father's testimony to the gin, from the
odour of his breath. 'You see we have to observe regular habits
here; and I couldn't be seen at the Cock-and-Bottle just now.'
'O dammy, then don't come, your reverence. Perhaps you won't mind
standing treat for those who can be seen there?'
'Not a penny,' said the younger firmly. 'You've had enough already.'
'Thank you for nothing. By the bye, who was that spindle-legged,
shoe-buckled parson feller we met by now? He seemed to think we
should poison him!'
Joshua remarked coldly that it was the principal of his college,
guardedly inquiring, 'Did you tell him whom you were come to see?'
His father did not reply. He and his strapping gipsy wife--if she
were his wife--stayed no longer, and disappeared in the direction of
the High Street. Joshua Halborough went back to the library.
Determined as was his nature, he wept hot tears upon the books, and
was immeasurably more wretched that afternoon than the unwelcome
millwright. In the evening he sat down and wrote a letter to his
brother, in which, after stating what had happened, and expatiating
upon this new disgrace in the gipsy wife, he propounded a plan for
raising money sufficient to induce the couple to emigrate to Canada.
'It is our only chance,' he said. 'The case as it stands is
maddening. For a successful painter, sculptor, musician, author, who
takes society by storm, it is no drawback, it is sometimes even a
romantic recommendation, to hail from outcasts and profligates. But
for a clergyman of the Church of England! Cornelius, it is fatal!
To succeed in the Church, people must believe in you, first of all,
as a gentleman, secondly as a man of means, thirdly as a scholar,
fourthly as a preacher, fifthly, perhaps, as a Christian,--but always
first as a gentleman, with all their heart and soul and strength. I
would have faced the fact of being a small machinist's son, and have
taken my chance, if he'd been in any sense respectable and decent.
The essence of Christianity is humility, and by the help of God I
would have brazened it out. But this terrible vagabondage and
disreputable connection! If he does not accept my terms and leave
the country, it will extinguish us and kill me. For how can we live,
and relinquish our high aim, and bring down our dear sister Rosa to
the level of a gipsy's step-daughter?'