This is all the information the experts employed by Sir Arthur Deane will need. The facts are unquestionable. "Assuming that I am alive, we will, of course, be co-partners in the mine. If I am dead, I wish one-sixth share to be given to my uncle, William Anstruther, Crossthwaite Manor, Northallerton, Yorkshire, as a recompense for his kindness to me during my early life.
If you ever have, it must have taught you several things. But all this while, it must not be supposed that I had forgotten my promise to good Farmer Porter, to look for his missing son. And, indeed, Crossthwaite and I were already engaged in a similar search for a friend of his the young tailor, who, as I told Porter, had been lost for several months.
Mackaye, to spare me, went on to talk of the agricultural distress, and Crossthwaite explained that he wanted to send a deputation down to the country to spread the principles of the Charter. "I will go," I said, starting up. "They shall see I do care for the Cause. Where is the place?" "About ten miles from D ." "D !" My heart sank. If it had been any other spot! But it was too late to retract.
He died three weeks ago; and not only he, but the servant who brushed his clothes, and the shopman, who had a few days before, brought him a new coat home." "How did you learn all this?" "From Mr. Crossthwaite. But the strangest part of the sad story is to come.
She had shrunk from me, too, very much, since my ferocious attack that Sunday evening on the dark minister, who was her special favourite. I remarked it, and it was a fresh cause of unhappiness and perplexity. At last I made up my mind, come what would, to force myself upon Crossthwaite.
The windows were tight-closed to keep out the cold winter air, and the condensed breath ran in streams down the panes. The foreman turned to one of the men, and said, "Here, Crossthwaite, take this younker and make a tailor of him. Keep him next you, and prick him with your needle if he shirks." Mechanically, as if in a dream, I sat down, and as the foreman vanished a burst of chatter rose.
Slowly, and with relapses into insensibility, I passed, like one who recovers from drowning, through the painful gate of birth into another life. Crossthwaite and his wife, as they sat by me, tender and careful nurses both, told me in time that to Eleanor I owed all my comforts. "She's an angel out of heaven," he said.
I entreat all those who disbelieve this apparently prodigious assertion, to read the evidence given on the trial of the John Street conspirators, and judge for themselves. "The petition's filling faster than ever!" said Crossthwaite, as that evening we returned to Mackaye's little back room.
We felt that to-morrow must decide our destiny and we felt rightly, though little we guessed what that destiny would be! But it was time to go. We had to prepare for the meeting, We must be at Kennington Common within three hours at furthest; and Crossthwaite hurried away, leaving Katie and me to watch the dead.
I shrank from him at first, when I heard him called a Chartist; for my dim notions of that class were, that they were a very wicked set of people, who wanted to kill all the soldiers and policemen and respectable people, and rob all the shops of their contents. But, Chartist or none, Crossthwaite fascinated me. I often found myself neglecting my work to study his face.