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Daddy Darwin’s Dovecot
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“Maester Shaw! you’ll not let them chaps get off? Daddy’s mazelin’ wi’ trouble, sir, but I reckon you’ll see to it.”
“If it costs t’ worth of the pigeons ten times over, I’ll see to it, my lad,” was Master Shaw’s reply. And the parish constable rose even to a vein of satire as he avenged himself of the man who had slighted his office. “Settle it out of court? Aye! I dare say. And send t’ same chaps to fetch ’em away again t’ night after. Nay–bear a hand with this hamper, Maester Shaw, if you please–if it’s all t’ same to you, Mr. Proprietor, I think we shall have to trouble you to step up to t’ Town Hall by-and-by, and see if we can’t get shut of them mistaking friends o’ yours for three months any way.”
If that day was a trying one to Daddy Darwin the night that followed it was far worse. The thieves were known to the police, and the case was down to come on at the Town Hall the following morning; but meanwhile the constable thought fit to keep the pigeons under his own charge in the village lock-up. Jack refused to be parted from his birds, and remained with them, leaving Daddy Darwin alone in the Dovecot. He dared not go to bed, and it was not a pleasant night that he spent, dozing with weariness, and starting up with fright, in an arm-chair facing the money-hole.
Some things that he had been nervous about he got quite used to, however. He bore himself with sufficient dignity in the publicity of the Town Hall, where a great sensation was created by the pigeons being let loose without, and coming to Jack’s call. Some of them fed from the boy’s lips, and he was the hero of the hour, to Daddy Darwin’s delight.
Then the lawyer and the lawyer’s office proved genial and comfortable to him. He liked civil ways and smooth speech, and understood them far better than Master Shaw’s brevity and uncouthness. The lawyer chatted kindly and intelligently; he gave Daddy Darwin wine and biscuit, and talked of the long standing of the Darwin family and its vicissitudes; he even took down some fat yellow books, and showed the old man how many curious laws had been made from time to time for the special protection of pigeons in Dovecots, very ancient statutes making the killing of a house-dove felony. Then 1 James I. c. 29 awarded three months’ imprisonment “without bail or main price” to any person who should “shoot at, kill, or destroy with any gun, crossbow, stone-bow, or longbow, any house-dove or pigeon;” but allowed an alternative fine of twenty shillings to be paid to the churchwardens of the parish for the benefit of the poor. Daddy Darwin hoped there was no such alternative in this case, and it proved that by 2 Geo. III. c. 29, the twenty-shilling fine was transferred to the owner of birds; at which point another client called, and the polite lawyer left Daddy to study the laws by himself.
It was when Jack as helping Master Shaw to put the horse into the cart, after the trial was over, that the farmer said to him, “I don’t want to put you about, my lad, but I’m afraid you won’t keep your master long. T’old gentleman’s breaking up, mark my words! Constable and me was going into the George for a glass, and Master Darwin left us and went back to the office. I says, ‘What are ye going back to t’ lawyer for?’ and he says, ‘I don’t mind telling you, Master Shaw, but it’s to make my will.’ And off he goes. Now, there’s only two more things between that and death, Jack March! And one’s the parson, and t’ other’s the doctor.”
SCENE VIII.
Little Phoebe Shaw coming out of the day school, and picking her way home to tea, was startled by folk running past her, and by a sound of cheering from the far end of the village, which gradually increased in volume, and was caught up by the bystanders as they ran. When Phoebe heard that it was “Constable, and Master Shaw, and Daddy Darwin and his lad, coming home, and the pigeons along wi’ ’em,” she felt inclined to run too; but a fit of shyness came over her, and she demurely decided to wait by the school-gate till they came her way. They did not come. They stopped. What were they doing? Another bystander explained, “They’re shaking hands wi’ Daddy, and I reckon they’re making him put up t’ birds here, to see ’em go home to t’ Dovecot.”