nora and her father went slowly down a shady walk, which led in the direction of the shore. soon they found themselves in a hay-field. the crop here was not particularly good. the hay had been spoiled by rains, which had soaked down on the lands a fortnight ago. it was stunted in height, and in some parts had that impoverished appearance which is so painful to the heart of the good farmer.
squire o'shanaghgan, notwithstanding his somewhat careless ways, was really a capital farmer. he had the best interests of the land at heart, and did his utmost to get profit out of his many acres. he now shook his head over the hay-crop.
“it's just like all the rest, norrie—everything going to ruin—the whole place going to the dogs; and yet—and yet, colleen, it's about the sweetest bit of earth in all god's world. i wouldn't give o'shanaghgan for the grandest place in the whole of england; and i told your lady-mother so this morning.”
“why did you say it, father? had mother been—”
“oh, nothing, child—nothing; the old grumbles. but it's her way, poor dear; she can't help herself; she was born so. it's not to be expected that she who was brought up in that prim land over yonder, where everything is cut and dry, and no one ever thinks of managing anything but by the rule of three, would take to our wild ways. but there, norrie, it's the freedom of the life that suits me; when i am up and away on black bess or on monarch, i don't think there is a happier fellow in the world. but there, when i come face to face with money, why, i'm bothered—i'm bothered entirely, child.”
“father,” said nora, “won't you tell me what is worrying you?”
“how do you know i am worried about anything, colleen?”
“how do i know, father?” answered nora a little playfully. she turned and faced him. “i know,” she said; “that is enough; you are worried. what is it?”
the squire looked at her attentively. he was much the taller of the two, and his furrowed face seemed to the girl, as she looked up at him, like a great rock rising above her. she was wont to sun herself in his smile, and to look to him always as a sure refuge in any perplexity. she did not love anyone in the whole world as she loved her father. his manliness appealed to her; his generous ways suited her; but, above all these things, he was her father; he was irish to his backbone, and so was she.
“you must tell me,” she said. “something is troubling you, and nora has to know.”
“ah, my light o' the morning! what would i do without you?” answered the squire.
“prove that you trust me,” said nora, “and tell me what worries you.”
“well, nora, you cannot understand; and yet if you could it would be a relief to unburden my mind. but you know nothing about mortgages—do you, little woman?”
“more than you think,” said nora. “i am not a child—i am nearly seventeen; and i have not lived at o'shanaghgan all my life for nothing. of course we are poor! i don't know that i want to be rich.”
“i'll tell you what i want,” said the squire; “i want to forget that there is such a thing as money. if it were not for money i would say to myself, 'there's not a better lot than mine.' what air we have here!” he opened his mouth and took in a great breath of the pure atlantic breezes. “what a place it is! look at the beauty of it! look round, norrie, and see for yourself; the mountains over there; and the water rolling up almost to our doors; and the grand roar of the waves in our ears; and those trees yonder; and this field with the sun on it; and the house, though it is a bit of a barrack, yet it is where my forebears were born. oh, it's the best place on earth; it's o'shanaghgan, and it's mine! there, nora, there; i can't stand it!”
the squire dashed his hand to his brow. nora looked up at him; she was feeling the exposure and excitement of last night. her pallor suddenly attracted his attention.
“why, what's the matter with you, colleen?” he said. “are you well—are you sure you're well?”
“absolutely, perfectly well, father. go on—tell me all.”
“well, you know, child, when i came in for the estate it was not to say free.”
“what does that mean, father?”
“it was my father before me—your grandfather—the best hunter in the county. he could take his bottle of port and never turn a hair; and he rode to hounds! god bless you, nora! i wish you could have seen your grandfather riding to hounds. it was a sight to remember. well, he died—god bless him!—and there were difficulties. before he died those difficulties began, and he mortgaged some of the outer fields and knock robin farm—the best farm on the whole estate; but i didn't think anything of that. i thought i could redeem it; but somehow, child, somehow rents have been going down; the poor folk can't pay, and i'm the last to press them; and things have got worse and worse. i had a tight time of it five years ago; i was all but done for. it was partly the fact of the famine; we none of us ever got over that—none of us in this part of ireland, and many of the people went away. half the cabins were deserted. there's half a mile of 'em down yonder; every single one had a dead man or woman in it at the time of the famine, and now they're empty. well of course, you know all about that?”
“oh, yes, father; hannah has told me of the famine many, many times.”
“to be sure—to be sure; but it is a dark subject, and not fit for a pretty young thing like you. but there, let me go on. it was five years ago i mortgaged some of the place, a good bit, to my old friend dan murphy. he lent me ten thousand pounds—not a penny more, i assure you. it just tided me over, and i thought, of course, i'd pay him back, interest and all, by easy stages. it seemed so easy to mortgage the place to murphy, and there was nothing else to be done.”
the squire had been walking slowly; now he stopped, dropped nora's hand from his arm, and faced her.
“it seemed so easy to mortgage the land to dan murphy,” he said, dropping his voice, “so very easy, and that money was so handy, and i thought—”
“yes, father?” said nora in a voice of fear. “you said these words before. go on—it was so easy. well?”
“well, a month ago, child, i got a letter from murphy's lawyer in dublin, to say that the money must be paid up, or they would foreclose.”
“foreclose, father. what is that?”
“take possession, child—take possession.”
“a month ago you got that letter? they would take possession—possession of the land you have mortgaged. does that mean that it would belong to squire murphy, father?”
“so i thought, my dear colleen, and i didn't fret much. the fact is, i put the letter in the fire and forgot it. it was only three days ago that i got another letter to know what i meant to do. i was given three months to pay in, and if i didn't pay up the whole ten thousand, with the five years' interest, they'd foreclose. i hadn't paid that, nora; i hadn't paid a penny of it; and what with interest and compound interest, it mounted to a good round sum. dan charged me six per cent, on the money; but there, you don't understand figures, child, and your pretty head shan't be worried. anyhow, i was to pay it all up within the three months—i, who haven't even fifty pounds in the bank. it was a bit of a staggerer.”
“i understand,” said nora; “and that was why you went the day before yesterday to see squire murphy. of course, he'll give you time; though, now i come to think of it, he is very poor himself.”
“he is that,” said the squire. “i don't blame him—not a bit.”
“but what will you do, father?”
“i must think. it is a bit of a blow, my child, and i don't quite see my way. but i am sure to, before the time comes; and i have got three months.”
“but won't he let you off, father? must you really pay it in three months?”
“god help me, norrie! i can't, not just now; but i will before the time comes.”
“but what did he say, father? i don't understand.”
“it's this, nora. ah, you have a wise little head on your shoulders, even though you are an irish colleen. he said that he had sold my mortgage to another man, and had got money on it; and the other man—he is an englishman, curse him!—and he wants the place, nora, and he'll take it in lieu of the mortgage if i don't pay up in three months.”
“the place,” said nora; “o'shanaghgan—he wants o'shanaghgan?”
“yes, yes; that's it; he wants the land, and the old house.”
“but he can't,” said nora. “you have not—oh! you have not mortgaged the house?”
“bless you, nora! it is i that have done it; the house that you were born in, and that my father, and father before him, and father before him again, were born in, and that i was born in—it goes, and the land goes, the lake yonder, all these fields, and the bit of the shore; all the bonny place goes in three months if we cannot pay the mortgage. it goes for an old song, and it breaks my heart, nora.”
“i understand,” said nora very gravely. she did not cry out; the tears pressed close to the back of her eyes, and scalded her with cruel pain; but she would not allow one of them to flow. she held her head very erect, and the color returned to her pale cheeks, and a new light shone in her dark-blue eyes.
“we'll manage somehow; we must,” she said.
“i was thinking of that,” said the squire. “of course we'll manage.” he gave a great sigh, as if a load were lifted from his heart. “of course we'll manage,” he repeated; “and don't you tell your mother, for the life of you, child.”
“of course i will tell nothing until you give me leave. but how do you mean to manage?”
“i am thinking of going up to dublin next week to see one or two old friends of mine; they are sure to help me at a pinch like this. they would never see patrick o'shanaghgan deprived of his acres. they know me too well; they know it would break my heart. i was thinking of going up next week.”
“but why next week, father? you have only three months. why do you put it off to next week?”
“why, then, you're right, colleen; but it's a job i don't fancy.”
“but you have got to do it, and you ought to do it at once.”
“to be sure—to be sure.”
“take me with you, father; let us go tomorrow.”
“but i have not got money for us both. i must go alone; and then your mother must not be left. there's terence gallivanting off to england to visit his fine relations, and that will take a good bit. i had to give him ten pounds this morning, and there are only forty now left in the bank. oh, plenty to tide us for a bit. we shan't want to eat much; and there's a good supply of fruit and vegetables on the land; and the poor folk will wait for their wages. of course there will be more rents coming in, and we'll scrape along somehow. don't you fret, colleen. i declare it's light as a feather my heart is since i told you the truth. you are a comfort to me, norrie.”
“father,” said nora suddenly, “there's one thing i want to say.”
“what is that, pet?”
“you know andy neil?”
“what! andrew neil—that scoundrel?” the squire's brow grew very black. “yes, yes. what about him? you have not seen him, have you?”
“yes, father, i have.”
“over at murphy's? he knew he dare not show his face here. well, what about him, nora?”
“this,” said nora, trembling very much; “he—he does not want you to evict him.”
“he'll pay his rent, or he'll go,” thundered the squire. “no more of this at present. i can't be worried.”
“but, oh, father! he—he can't pay it any more than you can pay the mortgage. don't be cruel to him if you want to be dealt with mercifully yourself; it would be such bad luck.”
“good gracious, nora, are you demented? the man pays his rent, or he goes. not another word.”
“father, dear father!”
“not another word. go in and see your mother, or she'll be wondering what has happened to you. yes, i'll go off to dublin to-morrow. if neil doesn't pay up his rent in a week, off he goes; it's men like andrew neil who are the scum of the earth. he has put my back up; and pay his rent he will, or out he goes.”
