Rensselaer Republican, Volume 25, Number 27, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 2 March 1893 — The Master of Ballantrae [ARTICLE]

The Master of Ballantrae

By Robert Louis Stevenson.

CHAPTER XVTll— Continued. In that part we had the difficult}’ of the choice, for it was a quarter consisting entirely of walled gardens and the lanes which divided them were at that hour of the night deserted. I gave the cipaye a back, and we had soon drooped into a large tuclosure full of trees. The place ■was soaking with the dew which, in that country, is exceedingly unwholesome, above all to whites; yet my fatigue was so extreme that I was already half asleep, when the cipaye recalled me 1 to my senses. In the far end nf the enclosure a bright light had suddenly shone out, and continued to burn steadily among the leaves. It was circumstance highly unusual in such a place and hour; and in our situation, it behooved us to pn»ceed with some timidity. The cipaye was sent to reconnoiter, and firettv soon returned with the inteligence that we had fallen extremely amiss, for the house belonged to a white man who was in all likelihood

English. “Fai.h," says I, “if there is a white man to be seen, I have a look at him; for the Lord be praised! there are more sorts than the one!” The cipaye led me forward accordingly to a place from which I had a clear view upon the house. It was surrounded with a wide veranda; a lamp; very well trimmed, stood upon the floor o’ it; and on tithersideof the lamp ili'ere sat a man, crosslegged after the Oriental manner. Both, besides, were bundled up in muslin like two natives; and yet one of them was not only a white man, but a man very well known to me and the reader; being indeed that very master of Ballantrae of whose gallantry and genius I have had to speak so often. Word had reached me that he was come to the Indies; though we had never met at least, and I heard little of his occupations. But sure, I had no sooner recognized him, and found myself in the arms of so old a comrade, than I supposed my tribulations were quite done. I stepped plainly forth in the light of moon, which shone exceeding strong, and hailing Ballantrae by name, made him in a few words master of my grievous situation. He turned, started the least

thing in the world, looked me fair in the face while I was speaking, and when I had done, addressed himself to his companion in the barbarous native dialect. The second person, who was of an extraordinary delicate appearance, with legs like walk-ing-canes and fingers like the stock of a tobacco pipe, now rose to his feet. ‘'The sahib,” say she, “understands ■no English language. I understand it myself, and I see you make some -small mistake—oh, which may happen very often! But the sahib would be glad to know how you come in a garden." “Ballantrae!" I cried. “Have you the damned impudence to deny me to my face?" Ballantrae never moved a muscle, staring at me like an image in pagoda. “The sahib understands no EngILsh language," says the native as glib as before. “He be glad to know how you come in a garden." “Ob, the divil fetch him!" says I. “Hawauld-bo glad to know haw I came in a garden, would he? Well now, my dear man, just have the civility to tell the sahib, with my kind love, that we are two soldiers here whom he never met and never heard of, but the cipaye is a broth of a boy, and lam a broth of a boy myself; and if we don’t get a full meal of meat, and a turban, and slippers, and the value of a gold mohur in small change as a matter of convenience, bedad, my friend, I could lay my hand on a garden where there is going to be trouble."’ They carried their comedy so far as to converse awile in Hindoostanee; and then, says the Hindoo, with the same smile, but sighing as if he was tired of the repetition: ’“The sahib would be glad to know how you come in a garden.” “Is this the way of it?” says I, and laying my hand on my sword-hilt, I bade the cipaye draw. Ballantrae's Hindoo, still smiling, pulled out. a pistol from his bosom, and though Ballantrae himself never moved a muscle, I knew him well enough to know that he was prepared. “The sahib thinks you better go away," says the Hindoo. Well, to be plain, it was what I was thinking myself; for the report of a pistol would have been, under Providence, the means of hanging the pair of us.

“Tell the sahib, I consider him no gentleman,” fays I, and turned away with a gesture of contenipt. I was not gone three steps ’When" the voice of the Hindoo called me back. ‘ : The sahib would be glad to know if you are a damn low Irishman,” says he; and at the word Ballantrac smiled and bowed very low. “What is that’” says I. •, “The sahib say you ask your friend Mackellar,” sayS the Hindoo. “The itahib he cry quits." “Ted the sahib I will give him a cure for the Scots fiddle when next we meet, ” cried I. The pair were still smiling as I left. There is little doubt some flaws may be picked in my own behavior; ana when a mon, however gallant, appeals to posterity with an account of his exploits, ho must almost cer! tainly expect to share the fate of Cawar and Alexander, and to meet with some detractors. But there is

Ohe thing that can n ever be laid atthe door of Francis BurkC; he never turned his back on a friend..... ; (Here follows a passage that the Chevalier Burke has been at the pains to delfttp. before sending me his ffianuscript. Doubtless it was some very natural complaint of what he supposed aiT indiscretion on my part; though, indeed, I can call none to mind. Perhaps , Mr. Henry was less guarded; or it is just possible the master found the means to examine my correspondence, and himself read the letter from Troyes: in revenge for which this cruel jest was perpetrated on Mr. Burke in his extreme necessity. The master, for all his wickedness, was not without some natural affection; I believe he was sincerely attached to Mr. Burke in the beginning; but the thoughts of treachery dried up the springs of his very shallow friendship, and his detestable nature appeared naked. —E. McK.) CHAPTER XIX. , THE ENEMY IN THE HOUSE. It is a strange thing that I should be at a stick for a date—the date, besides, of an incident that changed the very nature of my life, and sent us all into foreign lands. But the truth is I was stricken out of all my habitudes, and find my journals very ill read up, the day not indicated sometimes for a week or two together, and the whole fashion of the thing like that of a man near desperate. It was late in March at least or early in April, 1764. I had slept heavily and.wakened with a Bremenition of some evil j;o befall. So strong was this upon my spirit that I hurried down stairs in my shirt and breeches and my hand (I remember) shook on the rail. It was a cold, sunny morning with a thick white frost; the, blackbirds sung exceedingly sweet and loud about the house of Durrisdeer and there was a noise of the sea in all the chambers. As I came by

the doors of the hall another sound arrested me, of voices talking. I drew nearer and stood like a man dreaming. Here was certainly a human voice, and that in my own master’s house, and yet I knew it not; certainly a human speech, and that in my native land, and yet listen as I pleased I could not catch one syllabic. An old tale started up in my mind of a fairy wife (or perhaps only a wandering stranger) that came to the place of my fathers some generations back and stayed a matter of a week, talking in a tongue that signified nothing to the hearers and went again as she had come, under cloud of night, leaving not so much as a name behind her. A little fear I had but more curiosity, and I opened the hall door and entered. The supper things still lay upon the table; the shutters were closed although day peeped in the divisions, and the great room was lighted only with a single taperand some lurching reverberation of the fire. Close in the chimney sat two men. The one that was wrapped in a cloak and wore boots I knew at once; it was the bird of ill-Omen back again. Of the other, who was set close to the red embers and made up into a bun-

dle like a mummy, I could but see he was an alien of a darker hue than any man of Europe, very frailly built with a singular tall forehead and a secret eye. -- Several bundles and a small valise were on the floor, and to judge by the smallness of this luggage and the condition of the master's boots, grossly patched by some unscrupulous country cobbler, evil had not prospered. He rose at my entrance, our eyes crossed, and I know not why it should have been, but my courage rose like a lark on a May morning. “Ha!" said I, “is this you?”—and I was pleased with the unconcern of my voice. “It is even myself, worthy Mackellar," says the master. “This time you have brought the black dog visibly upon your back,” I continued. “Referring to Secundra Dass?” asked the master. “Let me present you. He is a native gentleman of India.” “Hum!” said I, “I am no great lover either of you or your friends, Mr. Bally. But I will let a little daylight in and have a look at you.” And so saying," I undid the shutters of the eastern window.

By the light of the morning I could perceive the man was changed. Later, when we were all together, I was more struck to see how lightly time had dealt with him; but the first glance was otherwise. “You are getting an old man,’ said I. A shade came upon his face. “If you could see yourself,” said he, “you would not perhaps dwell on the topic. ” “Hut!" I returned, “old age is nothing to me. I think I have been always old; and I am now, thank God, better known and more respected. It is not every one that can say that, Mr. Bally! The lines on your trow are calamities; your life begins to close in upon you like a prison; death will soon be rapping at the door, and I see not from what source you draw your consolation’" Here' the master addressed himself to Secundra Dass in Hindoostanee, from which I gathered (I freely confess with a high degree of pleasure) that my remarks annoyed him. All this while, you may be sure, my mind had been busy upon othei’ matters even while I rallied my enemy, and chiefly as to how I should communicate secretly and quickly with my lord. To do this in the breathing space now given me I turned all the forces of my mind, when suddenly shifting my eyes I was aware of the man himself standing in the doorway and to all appearances quite composed. Ho had no

sooner met my looks that he stepped ; across the threshold. The master heard him coming and advanced’upon the other side; about four feet apart these brothers came to a sudden ; pause and stood exchanging steady .j looks, and then my lord smiled, 1 bowed a little forward and turned J briskly away, “Mackellar,” says he, “we must see to breakfast for these travelers." It was plain the master was a trifle disconcerted, but he assumed the more impudence of speech and manner. “I am as hungry as a hawk,” says he. “Let it be something good, Henry.” My lord turned to him with the same hard smile. “Lord Durris deer,” says he. “Oh, never in the family!’, returned the master. “Every one in the house renders me my proper title,” says my lord. ~“H it -.pleases you to make an. exception I will leave you to consider what appearance it will bear to strangers, and whether it may not be translated as an effect of impotent jealousy.” I could have clapped my hands together with delight; the more so as my lord left no time for an answer; but. bidding me with a sign to follow him, went straight out of the hall. “Come quick,” says he, “we have to sweep vermin from the house,” And he sped through the passages with so swift a step that I could scarce keep up with him, straight to the door of John Paul, the which he opened without summons and walked in. John was to all appearance sound asleep, but my lord made no pretense, of waking him. “John Paul,” he said, speaking as quietly as I ever heard him, “you served my father long, or I would pack you from the house like a . dog. If in half an hour’s time I find you gone, you shall continue to receive your wages at Edinburgh. If you linger here or in St Brides —old man. old servant, and altogether —I shall find some very astonishing way to make you smart for your disloyalty. Up, and begone. I do not choose my son shall see your face again. ” “I am rejoiced to find you bear the thing so quietly,” said I when’ we were forth again by ourselves“Quietly!” cries he, and put my hand suddenly against his heart, which struck on his bosom like a sledge. At this revelation I was filled with wonder and fear. There was no con-

stitution could tear so violent a strain—his least of all, that was unhinged already; and I decided in my mind that we must bring this monstrous situation to an end. —. “It would be well, I think, if I took word to my lady," said I. Indeed, he should have gone himself, but I counted (not in vain) on his indifference. . . “Aye,” says he, “do. I will hurry breakfast: we must all appear at the the table, even Alexander; it must appear we are untroubled.” I ran to my lady’s room, and, with no preparatory cruelty, disclosed my news. “My mind was long ago made up,” said she. “We must make our packets secretly to-day, and leave secretly to-night. Thank Heaven, we have another house! The first ship that sails shall bear us to New York.” “And what of him?” I asked. “We leave him Durrisdeer,” she cried. “Let him work his pleasure upon that.” “Not so, by your leave,” said I. “There shall be a dog at his heels that can hold him fast. Bed he shall have and board, andr&diocse> to ride upon, if he behave himself; but the keys, if you think well of it, my lady, shall be left in the hands of one. Mackellar. There will be good care taken; trust him for that.” “Mr. Mackellar,’she cried,‘l thank you for that thought! All shall be left in your hands. If we must go to a savage country, I bequeath it to you that you may take our vengeance. Sepd Macconochie to St., Bride’s, to arrange privately for horses and to call the lawyer. My lord must leave procuration.” At that moment my lord came to the door, we opened our plan to him. “I will never hear of it,” he cried; “he would think I feared him. I will stay in my own house, please God,

until I die. There lives not the man that can beard me out of it. Once, and for all, here lam and here. I stay, in spite of all the devils in hell." I can give no idea of the vebemency of his words and utterance; but we both stood aghast, and I in particular, who had been a witness of his former self-restraint. My lady looked with an appeal that went to my heart and recalled me to my wits. I made her a private sign to go, and, when my lord and I were alone, went up to him where he was racing to and fro in in one end of the room like a half lunatic, and set my hand firmly on his shoulder. “My lord," said I, “I am going to be the plain-dealer once more; if for the last time, so much the better, for I am grown weary of the part. ” ‘(Nothing will change me," he answered. -‘-‘God forbid I should refuse to hear you; but nothing will change me." This he said firmly, with no signal of the former violence, which already raised my hopes. “Very well,” said I, pointing to a chair, and he sat down and looked at me. “I cap afford to waste my breath. I can remember a time when my lady very much neglected you." said I. . , “I never spoke of it while it lastod, and it’s all changed now,” returned my lord with a high flush of color.“Do you knowhow much?" I said. “Do you knowhow much it has all changed? The tables are turned* my lordl It is my lady that now

courtsyoufor a wort, a J »lbbk. ay, and courts in vain. Do you Know with whom she passes her days while you are out gallivanting in the policies? My lord, she is glad to pass them with, .a certain E dry old grief(—Land Steward) — of the name of Ephriam Mackellar, and I think you may be able to remember what that means, for I am the more in a mistake or you were once driven to the same company yourself.” “Mackellar!” cries my lord, getting to his feet. “Oh, my God, Mackellar!” “It is neither the name of Mackelrtar nor the nanrerof God that, can change the truth,” said I; “and I am telling you the fact. Now. for you. that suffered so much, to deal out the same suffering to another, is that the part of any Christian? But you are so swallowed up in your new friend that the old are all forgotten. They are all clean vanishect“"frunr your memory. And yet they stood by you at the darkest; my lady not the least. And does my lady ever cross your mind? Does it ever cross your mind what she went that night?—-or what manner of a wife she has been to you thenceforward?—or in what kind of a position she finds herself to-day? Never. It is your pride to stay and face him out, and she must stay along with you. Oh, my lord’s pride —that’s the great affair! And yet she is the woman and you are the great, hulking man! She is the woman that you swore to protect; and, more betoken, the own mother of that son of yours!” “You are speaking very bitterly, Mackellar," said he; “but, the Lord knows, I fear you are speaking very

true. I have not proved worthy of my happiness. Bring my lady back.” My lady was waiting near at hand to learn the issue. When I brought her in, my lord took a hand of each of us and laid them both upon his bosom. “I have had two friends in life,” said he. “All the comfort ever I had, it came from one or other. When you two are in a mind, I think I would be an ungrateful dog —” he shut his mouth very hard, and looked on us with swimming eyes, i “Do what ye like with me,” says he, “only don’t think—” He stopped again. “Do what you please with me. God knows I love and honor you.” And dropping our two hands he turned his back and went and gaze 1 out of the window. But my lady ian after, calling his name, and threw herself upon his neck in a passion of weeping. I went out and shut the door behind me, and stood and thanked God from the bottom of my heart. • At the breakfast board, according to my lord’s design, we were all met. The master had by that time plucked off his patched boots and made a toilet suitable to the hour; Secundra Dass was no longer bundled up in wrappers, but wore a decent plain black suit, which misbecame him strangely; and the pair were at the great window looking forth when the family entered. They turned, and the black man (as they had already named him in the house) bowed

almost to his knees, but the master was for running forward like onoof of the family. My lady stopped him, COurteSying low from the far end Of the hall, and keeping her children at her baek. My lord was a little in advance; so there were the three ec uiins of Durrisdeer face to face. The hand of time was very legible on all. I seemed to read in their changed faces a memento mori; and what affected me still more, it was the wicked man that bore his—years the handsomest. My lady was quite transfigured into a matron, a becoming woman for the head of a great tablefull of children and dependents. My lord was grown slack in his limbs; he stooped; he walked with a running motion, as though he had learned again from Mr. Alexander; his face was drawn; it seemed a trifle longer than of old; and it wore at times a smile very singularly mingled, and which (in my eyes) appeared both bitter and pathetic. But the master still bore himself erect, although perhaps with effort; his brow barred about the center with imperious lines, his mouth set as for command. He had all the gravity and something of the splendor of Satan in the “Paradise Lost.” I could not help but see the man with admiration, and was snly surprised that I saw him with so little fear.

But indeed (as long as we were at table) it seemed as if his authority were quite vanished and his teeth all drawn. We had known him a magician that controlled the elements; and here he was, transformed into an ordinary gentleman, chatting like his neighbors at the breakfast board. For now the father was dead, and my lord and lady reconciled, in what ear was he to pour bis calumnies? ’’lt came upon me in a kind of vision how hugely I had overrated the man’s subtlety. He had his malice still, he was as false as ever; and the occasion being gone that made his strength, he sat there impotent; he was still the viper, but now spent his venom on a file. Two more thoughts occured to me while yet we sat at breakfast: first, that he was abashed —I had almost said distressed —to find his wickcdnpss quite unavailing; the second, that perhaps my lord was in the right, and we did amiss to fly from our dismasted enemy. But mv poor masters leaping heart came into my mind, and I remembered it whs for his life we played the coward. When the meal was over, the master followed me to .ny room, and, taking a chair, which I had never offered nim, asked me what was to Bq done with him. (to be continued.) *