CHAPTER II.

"Mother," then said Will, "why will you keep on thinking she's alive? If

she were but dead, we need never name her name again. We've never heard

nought on her since father wrote her that letter; we never knew whether

she got it or not. She'd left her place before then. Many a one dies

in--"

"Oh, my lad! dunnot speak so to me, or my heart will break outright,"

said his mother, with a sort of cry. Then she calmed herself, for she

yearned to persuade him to her own belief. "Thou never asked, and

thou'rt too like thy father for me to tell without asking--but it were

all to be near Lizzie's old place that I settled down on this side o'

Manchester; and the very day at after we came, I went to her old missus,

and asked to speak a word wi' her. I had a strong mind to cast it up to

her, that she should ha' sent my poor lass away, without telling on it to

us first; but she were in black, and looked so sad I could na' find in my

heart to threep it up. But I did ask her a bit about our Lizzie. The

master would have turned her away at a day's warning (he's gone to

t'other place; I hope he'll meet wi' more mercy there than he showed our

Lizzie--I do), and when the missus asked her should she write to us, she

says Lizzie shook her head; and when she speered at her again, the poor

lass went down on her knees, and begged her not, for she said it would

break my heart (as it has done, Will--God knows it has)," said the poor

mother, choking with her struggle to keep down her hard overmastering

grief, "and her father would curse her--Oh, God, teach me to be patient."

She could not speak for a few minutes--"and the lass threatened, and said

she'd go drown herself in the canal, if the missus wrote home--and so--

"Well! I'd got a trace of my child--the missus thought she'd gone to th'

workhouse to be nursed; and there I went--and there, sure enough, she had

been--and they'd turned her out as she were strong, and told her she were

young enough to work--but whatten kind o' work would be open to her, lad,

and her baby to keep?"

Will listened to his mother's tale with deep sympathy, not unmixed with

the old bitter shame. But the opening of her heart had unlocked his, and

after awhile he spoke--

"Mother! I think I'd e'en better go home. Tom can stay wi' thee. I

know I should stay too, but I cannot stay in peace so near--her--without

craving to see her--Susan Palmer, I mean."

"Has the old Mr. Palmer thou telled me on a daughter?" asked Mrs. Leigh.

"Ay, he has. And I love her above a bit. And it's because I love her I

want to leave Manchester. That's all."

Mrs. Leigh tried to understand this speech for some time, but found it

difficult of interpretation.

"Why shouldst thou not tell her thou lov'st her? Thou'rt a likely lad,

and sure o' work. Thou'lt have Upclose at my death; and as for that, I

could let thee have it now, and keep mysel' by doing a bit of charring.

It seems to me a very backwards sort o' way of winning her to think of

leaving Manchester."

"Oh, mother, she's so gentle and so good--she's downright holy. She's

never known a touch of sin; and can I ask her to marry me, knowing what

we do about Lizzie, and fearing worse? I doubt if one like her could

ever care for me; but if she knew about my sister, it would put a gulf

between us, and she'd shudder up at the thought of crossing it. You

don't know how good she is, mother!"

"Will, Will! if she's so good as thou say'st, she'll have pity on such as

my Lizzie. If she has no pity for such, she's a cruel Pharisee, and

thou'rt best without her."

But he only shook his head, and sighed; and for the time the conversation

dropped.

But a new idea sprang up in Mrs. Leigh's head. She thought that she

would go and see Susan Palmer, and speak up for Will, and tell her the

truth about Lizzie; and according to her pity for the poor sinner, would

she be worthy or unworthy of him. She resolved to go the very next

afternoon, but without telling any one of her plan. Accordingly she

looked out the Sunday clothes she had never before had the heart to

unpack since she came to Manchester, but which she now desired to appear

in, in order to do credit to Will. She put on her old-fashioned black

mode bonnet, trimmed with real lace; her scarlet cloth cloak, which she

had had ever since she was married; and, always spotlessly clean, she set

forth on her unauthorised embassy. She knew the Palmers lived in Crown

Street, though where she had heard it she could not tell; and modestly

asking her way, she arrived in the street about a quarter to four

o'clock. She stopped to enquire the exact number, and the woman whom she

addressed told her that Susan Palmer's school would not be loosed till

four, and asked her to step in and wait until then at her house.

"For," said she, smiling, "them that wants Susan Palmer wants a kind

friend of ours; so we, in a manner, call cousins. Sit down, missus, sit

down. I'll wipe the chair, so that it shanna dirty your cloak. My

mother used to wear them bright cloaks, and they're right gradely things

again a green field."

"Han ye known Susan Palmer long?" asked Mrs. Leigh, pleased with the

admiration of her cloak.

"Ever since they comed to live in our street. Our Sally goes to her

school."

"Whatten sort of a lass is she, for I ha' never seen her?"

"Well, as for looks, I cannot say. It's so long since I first knowed

her, that I've clean forgotten what I thought of her then. My master

says he never saw such a smile for gladdening the heart. But maybe it's

not looks you're asking about. The best thing I can say of her looks is,

that she's just one a stranger would stop in the street to ask help from

if he needed it. All the little childer creeps as close as they can to

her; she'll have as many as three or four hanging to her apron all at

once."

"Is she cocket at all?"

"Cocket, bless you! you never saw a creature less set up in all your

life. Her father's cocket enough. No! she's not cocket any way. You've

not heard much of Susan Palmer, I reckon, if you think she's cocket.

She's just one to come quietly in, and do the very thing most wanted;

little things, maybe, that any one could do, but that few would think on,

for another. She'll bring her thimble wi' her, and mend up after the

childer o' nights; and she writes all Betty Harker's letters to her

grandchild out at service; and she's in nobody's way, and that's a great

matter, I take it. Here's the childer running past! School is loosed.

You'll find her now, missus, ready to hear and to help. But we none on

us frab her by going near her in school-time."

Poor Mrs. Leigh's heart began to beat, and she could almost have turned

round and gone home again. Her country breeding had made her shy of

strangers, and this Susan Palmer appeared to her like a real born lady by

all accounts. So she knocked with a timid feeling at the indicated door,

and when it was opened, dropped a simple curtsey without speaking. Susan

had her little niece in her arms, curled up with fond endearment against

her breast, but she put her gently down to the ground, and instantly

placed a chair in the best corner of the room for Mrs. Leigh, when she

told her who she was. "It's not Will as has asked me to come," said the

mother, apologetically; "I'd a wish just to speak to you myself!"

Susan coloured up to her temples, and stooped to pick up the little

toddling girl. In a minute or two Mrs. Leigh began again.

"Will thinks you would na respect us if you knew all; but I think you

could na help feeling for us in the sorrow God has put upon us; so I just

put on my bonnet, and came off unknownst to the lads. Every one says

you're very good, and that the Lord has keeped you from falling from His

ways; but maybe you've never yet been tried and tempted as some is. I'm

perhaps speaking too plain, but my heart's welly broken, and I can't be

choice in my words as them who are happy can. Well now! I'll tell you

the truth. Will dreads you to hear it, but I'll just tell it you. You

mun know--" but here the poor woman's words failed her, and she could do

nothing but sit rocking herself backwards and forwards, with sad eyes,

straight-gazing into Susan's face, as if they tried to tell the tale of

agony which the quivering lips refused to utter. Those wretched, stony

eyes forced the tears down Susan's cheeks, and, as if this sympathy gave

the mother strength, she went on in a low voice--"I had a daughter once,

my heart's darling. Her father thought I made too much on her, and that

she'd grow marred staying at home; so he said she mun go among strangers

and learn to rough it. She were young, and liked the thought of seeing a

bit of the world; and her father heard on a place in Manchester. Well!

I'll not weary you. That poor girl were led astray; and first thing we

heard on it, was when a letter of her father's was sent back by her

missus, saying she'd left her place, or, to speak right, the master had

turned her into the street soon as he had heard of her condition--and she

not seventeen!"

She now cried aloud; and Susan wept too. The little child looked up into

their faces, and, catching their sorrow, began to whimper and wail. Susan

took it softly up, and hiding her face in its little neck, tried to

restrain her tears, and think of comfort for the mother. At last she

said--

"Where is she now?"

"Lass! I dunnot know," said Mrs. Leigh, checking her sobs to communicate

this addition to her distress. "Mrs. Lomax telled me she went--"

"Mrs. Lomax--what Mrs. Lomax?"

"Her as lives in Brabazon Street. She telled me my poor wench went to

the workhouse fra there. I'll not speak again the dead; but if her

father would but ha' letten me--but he were one who had no notion--no,

I'll not say that; best say nought. He forgave her on his death-bed. I

daresay I did na go th' right way to work."

"Will you hold the child for me one instant?" said Susan.

"Ay, if it will come to me. Childer used to be fond on me till I got the

sad look on my face that scares them, I think."

But the little girl clung to Susan; so she carried it upstairs with her.

Mrs. Leigh sat by herself--how long she did not know.

Susan came down with a bundle of far-worn baby-clothes.

"You must listen to me a bit, and not think too much about what I'm going

to tell you. Nanny is not my niece, nor any kin to me, that I know of. I

used to go out working by the day. One night, as I came home, I thought

some woman was following me; I turned to look. The woman, before I could

see her face (for she turned it to one side), offered me something. I

held out my arms by instinct; she dropped a bundle into them, with a

bursting sob that went straight to my heart. It was a baby. I looked

round again; but the woman was gone. She had run away as quick as

lightning. There was a little packet of clothes--very few--and as if

they were made out of its mother's gowns, for they were large patterns to

buy for a baby. I was always fond of babies; and I had not my wits about

me, father says; for it was very cold, and when I'd seen as well as I

could (for it was past ten) that there was no one in the street, I

brought it in and warmed it. Father was very angry when he came, and

said he'd take it to the workhouse the next morning, and flyted me sadly

about it. But when morning came I could not bear to part with it; it had

slept in my arms all night; and I've heard what workhouse bringing-up is.

So I told father I'd give up going out working and stay at home and keep

school, if I might only keep the baby; and, after a while, he said if I

earned enough for him to have his comforts, he'd let me; but he's never

taken to her. Now, don't tremble so--I've but a little more to tell--and

maybe I'm wrong in telling it; but I used to work next door to Mrs.

Lomax's, in Brabazon Street, and the servants were all thick together;

and I heard about Bessy (they called her) being sent away. I don't know

that ever I saw her; but the time would be about fitting to this child's

age, and I've sometimes fancied it was hers. And now, will you look at

the little clothes that came with her--bless her!"

But Mrs. Leigh had fainted. The strange joy and shame, and gushing love

for the little child, had overpowered her; it was some time before Susan

could bring her round. There she was all trembling, sick with impatience

to look at the little frocks. Among them was a slip of paper which Susan

had forgotten to name, that had been pinned to the bundle. On it was

scrawled in a round stiff hand--

"Call her Anne. She does not cry much, and takes a deal of notice. God

bless you and forgive me."

The writing was no clue at all; the name "Anne," common though it was,

seemed something to build upon. But Mrs. Leigh recognised one of the

frocks instantly, as being made out of a part of a gown that she and her

daughter had bought together in Rochdale.

She stood up, and stretched out her hands in the attitude of blessing

over Susan's bent head.

"God bless you, and show you His mercy in your need, as you have shown it

to this little child."

She took the little creature in her arms, and smoothed away her sad looks

to a smile, and kissed it fondly, saying over and over again, "Nanny,

Nanny, my little Nanny." At last the child was soothed, and looked in

her face and smiled back again.

"It has her eyes," said she to Susan.

"I never saw her to the best of my knowledge. I think it must be hers by

the frock. But where can she be?"

"God knows," said Mrs. Leigh; "I dare not think she's dead. I'm sure she

isn't."

"No; she's not dead. Every now and then a little packet is thrust in

under our door, with, may be, two half-crowns in it; once it was half-a-

sovereign. Altogether I've got seven-and-thirty shillings wrapped up for

Nanny. I never touch it, but I've often thought the poor mother feels

near to God when she brings this money. Father wanted to set the

policeman to watch, but I said No; for I was afraid if she was watched

she might not come, and it seemed such a holy thing to be checking her

in, I could not find in my heart to do it."

"Oh, if we could but find her! I'd take her in my arms, and we'd just

lie down and die together."

"Nay, don't speak so!" said Susan, gently; "for all that's come and gone,

she may turn right at last. Mary Magdalen did, you know."

"Eh! but I were nearer right about thee than Will. He thought you would

never look on him again if you knew about Lizzie. But thou'rt not a

Pharisee."

"I'm sorry he thought I could be so hard," said Susan in a low voice, and

colouring up. Then Mrs. Leigh was alarmed, and, in her motherly anxiety,

she began to fear lest she had injured Will in Susan's estimation.

"You see Will thinks so much of you--gold would not be good enough for

you to walk on, in his eye. He said you'd never look at him as he was,

let alone his being brother to my poor wench. He loves you so, it makes

him think meanly on everything belonging to himself, as not fit to come

near ye; but he's a good lad, and a good son. Thou'lt be a happy woman

if thou'lt have him, so don't let my words go against him--don't!"

But Susan hung her head, and made no answer. She had not known until now

that Will thought so earnestly and seriously about her; and even now she

felt afraid that Mrs. Leigh's words promised her too much happiness, and

that they could not be true. At any rate, the instinct of modesty made

her shrink from saying anything which might seem like a confession of her

own feelings to a third person. Accordingly she turned the conversation

on the child.

"I am sure he could not help loving Nanny," said she. "There never was

such a good little darling; don't you think she'd win his heart if he

knew she was his niece, and perhaps bring him to think kindly on his

sister?"

"I dunnot know," said Mrs. Leigh, shaking her head. "He has a turn in

his eye like his father, that makes me--He's right down good though. But

you see, I've never been a good one at managing folk; one severe look

turns me sick, and then I say just the wrong thing, I'm so fluttered. Now

I should like nothing better than to take Nancy home with me, but Tom

knows nothing but that his sister is dead, and I've not the knack of

speaking rightly to Will. I dare not do it, and that's the truth. But

you mun not think badly of Will. He's so good hissel, that he can't

understand how any one can do wrong; and, above all, I'm sure he loves

you dearly."

"I don't think I could part with Nancy," said Susan, anxious to stop this

revelation of Will's attachment to herself. "He'll come round to her

soon; he can't fail; and I'll keep a sharp look-out after the poor

mother, and try and catch her the next time she comes with her little

parcels of money."

"Ay, lass; we mun get hold of her; my Lizzie. I love thee dearly for thy

kindness to her child: but, if thou canst catch her for me, I'll pray for

thee when I'm too near my death to speak words; and, while I live, I'll

serve thee next to her--she mun come first, thou know'st. God bless

thee, lass. My heart is lighter by a deal than it was when I comed in.

Them lads will be looking for me home, and I mun go, and leave this

little sweet one" (kissing it). "If I can take courage, I'll tell Will

all that has come and gone between us two. He may come and see thee,

mayn't he?"

"Father will be very glad to see him, I'm sure," replied Susan. The way

in which this was spoken satisfied Mrs. Leigh's anxious heart that she

had done Will no harm by what she had said; and, with many a kiss to the

little one, and one more fervent tearful blessing on Susan, she went

homewards.