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âBut they CANâT,â said Peter; âpeople only go to prison when theyâve done wrong.â
âOr when the Judges THINK theyâve done wrong,â said Mother. âYes, thatâs so in England. But in Russia it was different. And he wrote a beautiful book about poor people and how to help them. Iâve read it. Thereâs nothing in it but goodness and kindness. And they sent him to prison for it. He was three years in a horrible dungeon, with hardly any light, and all damp and dreadful. In prison all alone for three years.â
Motherâs voice trembled a little and stopped suddenly.
âBut, Mother,â said Peter, âthat canât be true NOW. It sounds like something out of a history bookâthe Inquisition, or something.â
âIt WAS true,â said Mother; âitâs all horribly true. Well, then they took him out and sent him to Siberia, a convict chained to other convictsâwicked men whoâd done all sorts of crimesâa long chain of them, and they walked, and walked, and walked, for days and weeks, till he thought theyâd never stop walking. And overseers went behind them with whipsâyes, whipsâto beat them if they got tired. And some of them went lame, and some fell down, and when they couldnât get up and go on, they beat them, and then left them to die. Oh, itâs all too terrible! And at last he got to the mines, and he was condemned to stay there for lifeâfor life, just for writing a good, noble, splendid book.â
âHow did he get away?â
âWhen the war came, some of the Russian prisoners were allowed to volunteer as soldiers. And he volunteered. But he deserted at the first chance he got andââ
âBut thatâs very cowardly, isnât itââsaid Peterââto desert? Especially when itâs war.â
âDo you think he owed anything to a country that had done THAT to him? If he did, he owed more to his wife and children. He didnât know what had become of them.â
âOh,â cried Bobbie, âhe had THEM to think about and be miserable about TOO, then, all the time he was in prison?â
âYes, he had them to think about and be miserable about all the time he was in prison. For anything he knew they might have been sent to prison, too. They did those things in Russia. But while he was in the mines some friends managed to get a message to him that his wife and children had escaped and come to England. So when he deserted he came here to look for them.â
âHad he got their address?â said practical Peter.
âNo; just England. He was going to London, and he thought he had to change at our station, and then he found heâd lost his ticket and his purse.â
âOh, DO you think heâll find them?âI mean his wife and children, not the ticket and things.â
âI hope so. Oh, I hope and pray that heâll find his wife and children again.â
Even Phyllis now perceived that motherâs voice was very unsteady.
âWhy, Mother,â she said, âhow very sorry you seem to be for him!â
Mother didnât answer for a minute. Then she just said, âYes,â and then she seemed to be thinking. The children were quiet.
Presently she said, âDears, when you say your prayers, I think you might ask God to show His pity upon all prisoners and captives.â
âTo show His pity,â Bobbie repeated slowly, âupon all prisoners and captives. Is that right, Mother?â
âYes,â said Mother, âupon all prisoners and captives. All prisoners and captives.â
Chapter VI. Saviours of the train.
The Russian gentleman was better the next day, and the day after that better still, and on the third day he was well enough to come into the garden. A basket chair was put for him and he sat there, dressed in clothes of Fatherâs which were too big for him. But when Mother had hemmed up the ends of the sleeves and the trousers, the clothes did well enough. His was a kind face now that it was no longer tired and frightened, and he smiled at the children whenever he saw them. They wished very much that he could speak English. Mother wrote several letters to people she thought might know whereabouts in England a Russian gentlemanâs wife and family might possibly be; not to the people she used to know before she came to live at Three Chimneysâshe never wrote to any of themâbut strange peopleâMembers of Parliament and Editors of papers, and Secretaries of Societies.
And she did not do much of her story-writing, only corrected proofs as she sat in the sun near the Russian, and talked to him every now and then.
The children wanted very much to show how kindly they felt to this man who had been sent to prison and to Siberia just for writing a beautiful book about poor people. They could smile at him, of course; they could and they did. But if you smile too constantly, the smile is apt to get fixed like the smile of the hyaena. And then it no longer looks friendly, but simply silly. So they tried other ways, and brought him flowers till the place where he sat was surrounded by little fading bunches of clover and roses and Canterbury bells.
And then Phyllis had an idea. She beckoned mysteriously to the others and drew them into the back yard, and there, in a concealed spot, between the pump and the water-butt, she said:â
âYou remember Perks promising me the very first strawberries out of his own garden?â Perks, you will recollect, was the Porter. âWell, I should think theyâre ripe now. Letâs go down and see.â
Mother had been down as she had promised to tell the Station Master the story of the Russian Prisoner. But even the charms of the railway had been unable to tear the children away from the neighbourhood of the interesting stranger. So they had not been to the station for three days.
They went now.
And, to their surprise and distress, were very coldly received by Perks.
ââIghly honoured, Iâm sure,â he said when they peeped in at the door of the Portersâ room. And he went on reading his newspaper.
There was an uncomfortable silence.
âOh, dear,â said Bobbie, with a sigh, âI do believe youâre CROSS.â
âWhat, me? Not me!â said Perks loftily; âit ainât nothing to me.â
âWhat AINâT nothing to you?â said Peter, too anxious and alarmed to change the form of words.
âNothing ainât nothing. What âappens either âere or elsewhere,â said Perks; âif you likes to âave your secrets, âave âem and welcome. Thatâs what I say.â
The secret-chamber of each heart was rapidly examined during the pause that followed. Three heads were shaken.
âWe havenât got any secrets from YOU,â said Bobbie at last.
âMaybe you âave, and maybe you âavenât,â said Perks; âit ainât nothing to me. And I wish you all a very good afternoon.â He held up the paper between him and them and went on reading.
âOh, DONâT!â said Phyllis, in despair; âthis is truly dreadful! Whatever it is, do tell us.â
âWe didnât mean to do it whatever it was.â
No answer. The paper was refolded and Perks began on another column.
âLook here,â said Peter, suddenly, âitâs not fair. Even people who do crimes arenât punished without being told what itâs forâas once they were in Russia.â
âI donât know nothing about Russia.â
âOh, yes, you do, when Mother came down on purpose to tell you and Mr. Gills all about OUR Russian.â
âCanât you fancy it?â said Perks, indignantly; âdonât you see âim a-asking of me to step into âis room and take a chair and listen to what âer Ladyship âas to say?â
âDo you mean to say youâve not heard?â
âNot so much as a breath. I did go so far as to put a question. And he shuts me up like a rat-trap. âAffairs of State, Perks,â says he. But I did think one oâ you would âaâ nipped down to tell meâ youâre here sharp enough when you want to get anything out of old PerksââPhyllis flushed purple as she thought of the strawberriesâ âinformation about locomotives or signals or the likes,â said Perks.
âWe didnât know you didnât know.â
âWe thought Mother had told you.â
âWewantedtotellyouonlywethoughtitwouldbestalenews.â
The three spoke all at once.
Perks said it was all very well, and still held up the paper. Then Phyllis suddenly snatched it away, and threw her arms round his neck.
âOh, letâs kiss and be friends,â she said; âweâll say weâre sorry first, if you like, but we didnât really know that you didnât know.â
âWe are so sorry,â said the others.
And Perks at last consented to accept their apologies.
Then they got him to come out and sit in the sun on the green Railway Bank, where the grass was quite hot to touch, and there, sometimes speaking one at a time, and sometimes all together, they told the Porter the story of the Russian Prisoner.
âWell, I must say,â said Perks; but he did not say itâwhatever it was.
âYes, it is pretty awful, isnât it?â said Peter, âand I donât wonder you were curious about who the Russian was.â
âI wasnât curious, not so much as interested,â said the Porter.
âWell, I do think Mr. Gills might have told you about it. It was horrid of him.â
âI donât keep no down on âim for that, Missie,â said the Porter; âcos why? I see âis reasons. âE wouldnât want to give away âis own side with a tale like that âere. It ainât human nature. A manâs got to stand up for his own side whatever they does. Thatâs what it means by Party Politics. I should âaâ done the same myself if that long-âaired chap âad âaâ been a Jap.â
âBut the Japs didnât do cruel, wicked things like that,â said Bobbie.
âPârâaps not,â said Perks, cautiously; âstill you canât be sure with foreigners. My own belief is theyâre all tarred with the same brush.â
âThen why were you on the side of the Japs?â Peter asked.
âWell, you see, you must take one side or the other. Same as with Liberals and Conservatives. The great thing is to take your side and then stick to it, whatever happens.â
A signal sounded.
âThereâs the 3.14 up,â said Perks. âYou lie low till sheâs through, and then weâll go up along to my place, and see if thereâs any of them strawberries ripe what I told you about.â
âIf there are any ripe, and you DO give them to me,â said Phyllis, âyou wonât mind if I give them to the poor Russian, will you?â
Perks narrowed his eyes and then raised his eyebrows.
âSo it was them strawberries you come down for this afternoon, eh?â said he.
This was an awkward moment for Phyllis. To say âyesâ would seem rude and greedy, and unkind to Perks. But she knew if she said âno,â she would not be pleased with herself afterwards. Soâ
âYes,â she said, âit was.â
âWell done!â said the Porter; âspeak the truth and shame theââ
âBut weâd have come down the very next day if weâd known you hadnât heard the story,â Phyllis added hastily.
âI believe you, Missie,â said Perks, and sprang across the line six feet in front of the advancing train.
The girls hated to see him do this, but Peter liked it. It was so exciting.
The Russian gentleman was so delighted with the strawberries that the three racked their brains to find some other surprise for him. But all the racking did not bring out any idea more novel than wild cherries. And this idea occurred to them next morning. They had seen the blossom on the trees in the spring, and they knew where to look for wild cherries now that
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