His Pastors And Masters

: THE WONDER AMONG BOOKS

I



For many months after that long afternoon in the library, Challis was

affected with a fever of restlessness, and his work on the book stood

still. He was in Rome during May, and in June he was seized by a sudden

whim and went to China by the Trans-Siberian railway. Lewes did not

accompany him. Challis preferred, one imagines, to have no intercourse

with Lewes while the memory of certain pronouncements w
s still fresh.

He might have been tempted to discuss that interview, and if, as was

practically certain, Lewes attempted to pour contempt on the whole

affair, Challis might have been drawn into a defence which would have

revived many memories he wished to obliterate.



He came back to London in September--he made the return journey by

steamer--and found his secretary still working at the monograph on the

primitive peoples of Melanesia.



Lewes had spent the whole summer in Challis's town house in Eaton

Square, whither all the material had been removed two days after that

momentous afternoon in the library of Challis Court.



"I have been wanting your help badly for some time, sir," Lewes said on

the evening of Challis's return. "Are you proposing to take up the work

again? If not ..." Gregory Lewes thought he was wasting valuable time.



"Yes, yes, of course; I am ready to begin again now, if you care to go

on with me," said Challis. He talked for a few minutes of the book

without any great show of interest. Presently they came to a pause, and

Lewes suggested that he should give some account of how his time had

been spent.



"To-morrow," replied Challis, "to-morrow will be time enough. I shall

settle down again in a few days." He hesitated a moment, and then said:

"Any news from Chilborough?"



"N-no, I don't think so," returned Lewes. He was occupied with his own

interests; he doubted Challis's intention to continue his work on the

book--the announcement had been so half-hearted.



"What about that child?" asked Challis.



"That child?" Lewes appeared to have forgotten the existence of Victor

Stott.



"That abnormal child of Stott's?" prompted Challis.



"Oh! Of course, yes. I believe he still goes nearly every day to the

library. I have been down there two or three times, and found him

reading. He has learned the use of the index-catalogue. He can get any

book he wants. He uses the steps."



"Do you know what he reads?"



"No; I can't say I do."



"What do you think will become of him?"



"Oh! these infant prodigies, you know," said Lewes with a large air of

authority, "they all go the same way. Most of them die young, of course,

the others develop into ordinary commonplace men rather under than over

the normal ability. After all, it is what one would expect. Nature

always maintains her average by some means or another. If a child like

this with his abnormal memory were to go on developing, there would be

no place for him in the world's economy. The idea is inconceivable."



"Quite, quite," murmured Challis, and after a short silence he added:

"You think he will deteriorate, that his faculties will decay

prematurely?"



"I should say there could be no doubt of it," replied Lewes.



"Ah! well. I'll go down and have a look at him, one day next week," said

Challis; but he did not go till the middle of October.



The immediate cause of his going was a letter from Crashaw, who offered

to come up to town, as the matter was one of "really peculiar urgency."



"I wonder if young Stott has been blaspheming again," Challis remarked

to Lewes. "Wire the man that I'll go down and see him this afternoon. I

shall motor. Say I'll be at Stoke about half-past three."





II



Challis was ushered into Crashaw's study on his arrival, and found the

rector in company with another man--introduced as Mr. Forman--a

jolly-looking, high-complexioned man of sixty or so, with a great

quantity of white hair on his head and face; he was wearing an

old-fashioned morning-coat and grey trousers that were noticeably too

short for him.



Crashaw lost no time in introducing the subject of "really peculiar

urgency," but he rambled in his introduction.



"You have probably forgotten," he said, "that last spring I had to bring

a most horrible charge against a child called Victor Stott, who has

since been living, practically, as I may say, under your aegis, that is,

he has, at least, spent a greater part of his day, er--playing in your

library at Challis Court."



"Quite, quite; I remember perfectly," said Challis. "I made myself

responsible for him up to a certain point. I gave him an occupation. It

was intended, was it not, to divert his mind from speaking against

religion to the yokels?"



"Quite a character, if I may say so," put in Mr. Forman cheerfully.



Crashaw was seated at his study table; the affair had something the

effect of an examining magistrate taking the evidence of witnesses.



"Yes, yes," he said testily; "I did ask your help, Mr. Challis, and I

did, in a way, receive some assistance from you. That is, the child has

to some extent been isolated by spending so much of his time at your

house."



"Has he broken out again?" asked Challis.



"If I understand you to mean has the child been speaking openly on any

subject connected with religion, I must say 'No,'" said Crashaw. "But he

never attends any Sunday school, or place of worship; he has received no

instruction in--er--any sacred subject, though I understand he is able

to read; and his time is spent among books which, pardon me, would not,

I suppose, be likely to give a serious turn to his thoughts."



"Serious?" questioned Challis.



"Perhaps I should say 'religious,'" replied Crashaw. "To me the two

words are synonymous."



Mr. Forman bowed his head slightly with an air of reverence, and nodded

two or three times to express his perfect approval of the rector's

sentiments.



"You think the child's mind is being perverted by his intercourse with

the books in the library where he--he--'plays' was your word, I

believe?"



"No, not altogether," replied Crashaw, drawing his eyebrows together.

"We can hardly suppose that he is able at so tender an age to read, much

less to understand, those works of philosophy and science which would

produce an evil effect on his mind. I am willing to admit, since I, too,

have had some training in scientific reading, that writers on those

subjects are not easily understood even by the mature intelligence."



"Then why, exactly, do you wish me to prohibit the child from coming to

Challis Court?"



"Possibly you have not realised that the child is now five years old?"

said Crashaw with an air of conferring illumination.



"Indeed! Yes. An age of some discretion, no doubt," returned Challis.



"An age at which the State requires that he should receive the elements

of education," continued Crashaw.



"Eh?" said Challis.



"Time he went to school," explained Mr. Forman. "I've been after him,

you know. I'm the attendance officer for this district."



Challis for once committed a breach of good manners. The import of the

thing suddenly appealed to his sense of humour: he began to chuckle and

then he laughed out a great, hearty laugh, such as had not been stirred

in him for twenty years.



"Oh! forgive me, forgive me," he said, when he had recovered his

self-control. "But you don't know; you can't conceive the utter,

childish absurdity of setting that child to recite the multiplication

table with village infants of his own age. Oh! believe me, if you could

only guess, you would laugh with me. It's so funny, so inimitably

funny."



"I fail to see, Mr. Challis," said Crashaw, "that there is anything in

any way absurd or--or unusual in the proposition."



"Five is the age fixed by the State," said Mr. Forman. He had relaxed

into a broad smile in sympathy with Challis's laugh, but he had now

relapsed into a fair imitation of Crashaw's intense seriousness.



"Oh! How can I explain?" said Challis. "Let me take an instance. You

propose to teach him, among other things, the elements of arithmetic?"



"It is a part of the curriculum," replied Mr. Forman.



"I have only had one conversation with this child," went on Challis--and

at the mention of that conversation his brows drew together and he

became very grave again; "but in the course of that conversation this

child had occasion to refer, by way of illustration, to some abstruse

theorem of the differential calculus. He did it, you will understand, by

way of making his meaning clear--though the illustration was utterly

beyond me: that reference represented an act of intellectual

condescension."



"God bless me, you don't say so?" said Mr. Forman.



"I cannot see," said Crashaw, "that this instance of yours, Mr. Challis,

has any real bearing on the situation. If the child is a mathematical

genius--there have been instances in history, such as Blaise Pascal--he

would not, of course, receive elementary instruction in a subject with

which he was already acquainted."



"You could not find any subject, believe me, Crashaw, in which he could

be instructed by any teacher in a Council school."



"Forgive me, I don't agree with you," returned Crashaw. "He is sadly in

need of some religious training."



"He would not get that at a Council school," said Challis, and Mr.

Forman shook his head sadly, as though he greatly deprecated the fact.



"He must learn to recognise authority," said Crashaw. "When he has been

taught the necessity of submitting himself to all his governors,

teachers, spiritual pastors, and masters: ordering himself lowly and

reverently to all his betters; when, I say, he has learnt that lesson,

he may be in a fit and proper condition to receive the teachings of the

Holy Church."



Mr. Forman appeared to think he was attending divine service. If the

rector had said "Let us pray," there can be no doubt that he would

immediately have fallen on his knees.



Challis shook his head. "You can't understand, Crashaw," he said.



"I do understand," said Crashaw, rising to his feet, "and I intend to

see that the statute is not disobeyed in the case of this child, Victor

Stott."



Challis shrugged his shoulders; Mr. Forman assumed an expression of

stern determination.



"In any case, why drag me into it?" asked Challis.



Crashaw sat down again. The flush which had warmed his sallow skin

subsided as his passion died out. He had worked himself into a condition

of righteous indignation, but the calm politeness of Challis rebuked

him. If Crashaw prided himself on his devotion to the Church, he did not

wish that attitude to overshadow the pride he also took in the belief

that he was Challis's social equal. Crashaw's father had been a lawyer,

with a fair practice in Derby, but he had worked his way up to a

partnership from the position of office-boy, and Percy Crashaw seldom

forgot to be conscious that he was a gentleman by education and

profession.



"I did not wish to drag you into this business," he said quietly,

putting his elbows on the writing-table in front of him, and reassuming

the judicial attitude he had adopted earlier; "but I regard this child

as, in some sense, your protege." Crashaw put the tips of his fingers

together, and Mr. Forman watched him warily, waiting for his cue. If

this was to be a case for prayer, Mr. Forman was ready, with a clean

white handkerchief to kneel upon.



"In some sense, perhaps," returned Challis. "I haven't seen him for some

months."



"Cannot you see the necessity of his attending school?" asked Crashaw,

this time with an insinuating suavity; he believed that Challis was

coming round.



"Oh!" Challis sighed with a note of expostulation. "Oh! the thing's

grotesque, ridiculous."



"If that's so," put in Mr. Forman, who had been struck by a brilliant

idea, "why not bring the child here, and let the Reverend Mr. Crashaw,

or myself, put a few general questions to 'im?"



"Ye-es," hesitated Crashaw, "that might be done; but, of course, the

decision does not rest with us."



"It rests with the Local Authority," mused Challis. He was running over

three or four names of members of that body who were known to him.



"Certainly," said Crashaw, "the Local Education Authority alone has the

right to prosecute, but----" He did not state his antithesis. They had

come to the crux which Crashaw had wished to avoid. He had no influence

with the committee of the L.E.A., and Challis's recommendation would

have much weight. Crashaw intended that Victor Stott should attend

school, but he had bungled his preliminaries; he had rested on his own

authority, and forgotten that Challis had little respect for that

influence. Conciliation was the only card to play now.



"If I brought him, he wouldn't answer your questions," sighed Challis.

"He's very difficult to deal with."



"Is he, indeed?" sympathised Mr. Forman. "I've 'ardly seen 'im myself;

not to speak to, that is."



"He might come with his mother," suggested Crashaw.



Challis shook his head. "By the way, it is the mother whom you would

proceed against?" he asked.



"The parent is responsible," said Mr. Forman. "She will be brought

before a magistrate and fined for the first offence."



"I shan't fine her if she comes before me," replied Challis.



Crashaw smiled. He meant to avoid that eventuality.



The little meeting lapsed into a brief silence. There seemed to be

nothing more to say.



"Well," said Crashaw, at last, with a rising inflexion that had a

conciliatory, encouraging, now-my-little-man kind of air, "We-ll, of

course, no one wishes to proceed to extremes. I think, Mr. Challis, I

think I may say that you are the person who has most influence in this

matter, and I cannot believe that you will go against the established

authority both of the Church and the State. If it were only for the sake

of example."



Challis rose deliberately. He shook his head, and unconsciously his

hands went behind his back. There was hardly room for him to pace up and

down, but he took two steps towards Mr. Forman, who immediately rose to

his feet; and then turned and went over to the window. It was from there

that he pronounced his ultimatum.



"Regulations, laws, religious and lay authorities," he said, "come into

existence in order to deal with the rule, the average. That must be so.

But if we are a reasoning, intellectual people we must have some means

of dealing with the exception. That means rests with a consensus of

intelligent opinion strong enough to set the rule upon one side. In an

overwhelming majority of cases there is no such consensus of opinion,

and the exceptional individual suffers by coming within the rule of a

law which should not apply to him. Now, I put it to you, as reasoning,

intelligent men" ('ear, 'ear, murmured Mr. Forman automatically), "are

we, now that we have the power to perform a common act of justice, to

exempt an unfortunate individual exception who has come within the rule

of a law that holds no application for him, or are we to exhibit a crass

stupidity by enforcing that law? Is it not better to take the case into

our own hands, and act according to the dictates of common sense?"



"Very forcibly put," murmured Mr. Forman.



"I'm not finding any fault with the law or the principle of the law,"

continued Challis; "but it is, it must be, framed for the average. We

must use our discretion in dealing with the exception--and this is an

exception such as has never occurred since we have had an Education

Act."



"I don't agree with you," said Crashaw, stubbornly. "I do not consider

this an exception."



"But you must agree with me, Crashaw. I have a certain amount of

influence and I shall use it."



"In that case," replied Crashaw, rising to his feet, "I shall fight you

to the bitter end. I am determined"--he raised his voice and struck

the writing-table with his fist--"I am determined that this infidel

child shall go to school. I am prepared, if necessary, to spend all my

leisure in seeing that the law is carried out."



Mr. Forman had also risen. "Very right, very right, indeed," he said,

and he knitted his mild brows and stroked his patriarchal white beard

with an appearance of stern determination.



"I think you would be better advised to let the matter rest," said

Challis.



Mr. Forman looked inquiringly at the representative of the Church.



"I shall fight," replied Crashaw, stubbornly, fiercely.



"Ha!" said Mr. Forman.



"Very well, as you think best," was Challis's last word.



As Challis walked down to the gate, where his motor was waiting for him,

Mr. Forman trotted up from behind and ranged himself alongside.



"More rain wanted yet for the roots, sir," he said. "September was a

grand month for 'arvest, but we want rain badly now."



"Quite, quite," murmured Challis, politely. He shook hands with Mr.

Forman before he got into the car.



Mr. Forman, standing politely bareheaded, saw that Mr. Challis's car

went in the direction of Ailesworth.



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