By the Crimson Maltster Folk who are at all acquainted with the traditions of Stapleford Park will not need to be told that in the middle of the last century it was owned by that trump of mortgagees,Timothy Petrick,whose skill in gaining possession of fair estates by granting sums of money on their title-deeds has seldom if ever been equalled in our part of England.Timothy was a lawyer by profession,and agent to several noblemen,by which means his special line of business became opened to him by a sort of revelation.It is said that a relative of his,a very deep thinker,who afterwards had the misfortune to be transported for life for mistaken notions on the signing of a will,taught him considerable legal lore,which he creditably resolved never to throw away for the benefit of other people,but to reserve it entirely for his own.
However,I have nothing in particular to say about his early and active days,but rather of the time when,an old man,he had become the owner of vast estates by the means I have signified--among them the great manor of Stapleford,on which he lived,in the splendid old mansion now pulled down;likewise estates at Marlott,estates near Sherton Abbas,nearly all the borough of Millpool,and many properties near Ivell.Indeed,I can't call to mind half his landed possessions,and I don't know that it matters much at this time of day,seeing that he's been dead and gone many years.It is said that when he bought an estate he would not decide to pay the price till he had walked over every single acre with his own two feet,and prodded the soil at every point with his own spud,to test its quality,which,if we regard the extent of his properties,must have been a stiff business for him.
At the time I am speaking of he was a man over eighty,and his son was dead;but he had two grandsons,the eldest of whom,his namesake,was married,and was shortly expecting issue.Just then the grandfather was taken ill,for death,as it seemed,considering his age.By his will the old man had created an entail (as Ibelieve the lawyers call it),devising the whole of the estates to his elder grandson and his issue male,failing which,to his younger grandson and his issue male,failing which,to remoter relatives,who need not be mentioned now.
While old Timothy Petrick was lying ill,his elder grandson's wife,Annetta,gave birth to her expected child,who,as fortune would have it,was a son.Timothy,her husband,through sprung of a scheming family,was no great schemer himself;he was the single one of the Petricks then living whose heart had ever been greatly moved by sentiments which did not run in the groove of ambition;and on this account he had not married well,as the saying is;his wife having been the daughter of a family of no better beginnings than his own;that is to say,her father was a country townsman of the professional class.But she was a very pretty woman,by all accounts,and her husband had seen,courted,and married her in a high tide of infatuation,after a very short acquaintance,and with very little knowledge of her heart's history.He had never found reason to regret his choice as yet,and his anxiety for her recovery was great.
She was supposed to be out of danger,and herself and the child progressing well,when there was a change for the worse,and she sank so rapidly that she was soon given over.When she felt that she was about to leave him,Annetta sent for her husband,and,on his speedy entry and assurance that they were alone,she made him solemnly vow to give the child every care in any circumstances that might arise,if it should please Heaven to take her.This,of course,he readily promised.Then,after some hesitation,she told him that she could not die with a falsehood upon her soul,and dire deceit in her life;she must make a terrible confession to him before her lips were sealed for ever.She thereupon related an incident concerning the baby's parentage,which was not as he supposed.
Timothy Petrick,though a quick-feeling man,was not of a sort to show nerves outwardly;and he bore himself as heroically as he possibly could do in this trying moment of his life.That same night his wife died;and while she lay dead,and before her funeral,he hastened to the bedside of his sick grandfather,and revealed to him all that had happened:the baby's birth,his wife's confession,and her death,beseeching the aged man,as he loved him,to bestir himself now,at the eleventh hour,and alter his will so as to dish the intruder.Old Timothy,seeing matters in the same light as his grandson,required no urging against allowing anything to stand in the way of legitimate inheritance;he executed another will,limiting the entail to Timothy his grandson,for life,and his male heirs thereafter to be born;after them to his other grandson Edward,and Edward's heirs.Thus the newly-born infant,who had been the centre of so many hopes,was cut off and scorned as none of the elect.
The old mortgagee lived but a short time after this,the excitement of the discovery having told upon him considerably,and he was gathered to his fathers like the most charitable man in his neighbourhood.Both wife and grandparent being buried,Timothy settled down to his usual life as well as he was able,mentally satisfied that he had by prompt action defeated the consequences of such dire domestic treachery as had been shown towards him,and resolving to marry a second time as soon as he could satisfy himself in the choice of a wife.
But men do not always know themselves.The embittered state of Timothy Petrick's mind bred in him by degrees such a hatred and mistrust of womankind that,though several specimens of high attractiveness came under his eyes,he could not bring himself to the point of proposing marriage.He dreaded to take up the position of husband a second time,discerning a trap in every petticoat,and a Slough of Despond in possible heirs.'What has happened once,when all seemed so fair,may happen again,'he said to himself.
