“Now,” said he to himself, “I’ve done it. There’ll be no more love-making atween them two arter this, I reckon. A very preposterous plan this of mine—very preposterous.”
But great as was the triumph of Juniper at the success of his efforts on this occasion, this very success was well nigh bringing about a total defeat. For it came to Frank’s ears, by a side wind, as such things so often do, that his man had been playing him a trick, and had been filling up his glass continually with strong ale when he was not conscious of it.
“It were a burning shame, it were, to put upon the young master in that way,” he overheard a kind-hearted mother say, one of the tenant’s wives. So he taxed Juniper with it, but the man stoutly denied it.
“Dear me, sir; to think of my behaving in such a uncompromising way to any gentleman. It’s only them ill-natured folks’ prevarications. I’ll assure you, sir, I only just took care that you had a little in your glass to drink healths with, as was becoming; and I’m sure I was vexed as any one when I saw how the heat and your weakness together, sir, had combined to bring you into a state of unfortunate oblivion.”
“Well,” replied Frank, “you must look-out, Master Juniper, I can tell you. If I find you at any of your tricks again, I shall make short work with you.”
But Juniper had no intention of being foiled. He would be more wary, but not less determined. Upon two things he was thoroughly resolved—first, that Frank should not become an abstainer; and secondly, that he should not marry Mary Oliphant. He was greatly staggered, however, when he discovered that his young master, after the affair at the harvest-home, had contrived to make his peace at the rectory.
“I must bide my time,” he said to himself; “but I’ll circumscribe ’em yet, as sure as my name’s Juniper Graves.”
So he laid himself out in every possible way to please Frank, and to make himself essential to his comforts and pleasures. For a while he cautiously avoided any allusion to total abstinence, and was only careful to see that beer and spirits were always at hand, to be had by Frank at a moment’s notice. If the weather was hot, there was sure to be a jug of shandy-gaff or some other equally enticing compound ready to be produced just at the time when its contents would be most appreciated. If the weather was cold, then, in the time of greatest need, Juniper had always an extra flask of spirits to supplement what his master carried. And the crafty fellow so contrived it that Frank should feel that, while he was quite moderate in the presence of his parents and their guests, he might go a little over the border with his groom without any danger.
Things were just in this state at the time when the conversation took place at the hall, which resulted in the permission to Mr Oliphant to persuade Frank—if he could—to become a pledged abstainer. A day or two after that conversation, Frank walked over to the rectory. He found Mary busily engaged in gathering flowers to decorate the tables at a school feast. His heart, somehow or other, smote him as he looked at her bright sweet face. She was like a pure flower herself; and was there no danger that the hot breath of his own intemperance would wither out the bloom which made her look so beautiful? But he tossed away the reflection with a wave of his flowing hair, and said cheerily,—
“Cannot I share, or lighten your task, dear Mary?”