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Put Yourself in His Place
by Charles Reade
I will frame a work of fiction upon notorious fact； so that anybody shall think he can do the same； shall labor and toil attempting the same； and failsuch is the power of sequence and connection in writing。〃HORACE： Art of Poetry。
CHAPTER I。
Hillsborough and its outlying suburbs make bricks by the million； spin and weave both wool and cotton； forge in steel from the finest needle up to a ship's armor； and so add considerably to the kingdom's wealth。
But industry so vast； working by steam on a limited space； has been fatal to beauty： Hillsborough； though built on one of the loveliest sites in England； is perhaps the most hideous town in creation。 All ups and down and back slums。 Not one of its wriggling； broken… backed streets has handsome shops in an unbroken row。 Houses seem to have battled in the air； and stuck wherever they tumbled down dead out of the melee。 But worst of all； the city is pockmarked with public…houses； and bristles with high round chimneys。 These are not confined to a locality； but stuck all over the place like cloves in an orange。 They defy the law； and belch forth massy volumes of black smoke； that hang like acres of crape over the place； and veil the sun and the blue sky even in the brightest day。 But in a fogwhy； the air of Hillsborough looks a thing to plow； if you want a dirty job。
More than one crystal stream runs sparkling down the valleys； and enters the town； but they soon get defiled； and creep through it heavily charged with dyes； clogged with putridity； and bubbling with poisonous gases； till at last they turn to mere ink； stink； and malaria； and people the churchyards as they crawl。
This infernal city； whose water is blacking； and whose air is coal； lies in a basin of delight and beauty： noble slopes； broad valleys； watered by rivers and brooks of singular beauty； and fringed by fair woods in places； and； eastward； the hills rise into mountains； and amongst them towers Cairnhope； striped with silver rills； and violet in the setting sun。
Cairnhope is a forked mountain； with a bosom of purple heather and a craggy head。 Between its forks stood； at the period of my story； a great curiosity； which merits description on its own account； and also as the scene of curious incidents to come。
It was a deserted church。 The walls were pierced with arrow…slits； through which the original worshipers had sent many a deadly shaft in defense of their women and cattle； collected within the sacred edifice at the first news of marauders coming。
Built up among the heathery hills in times of war and trouble； it had outlived its uses。 Its people had long ago gone down into the fruitful valley； and raised another church in their midst； and left this old house of God alone； and silent as the tombs of their forefathers that lay around it。
It was no ruin； though on the road to decay。 One of the side walls was much lower than the other； and the roof had two great waves； and was heavily clothed； in natural patterns； with velvet moss； and sprinkled all over with bright amber lichen： a few tiles had slipped off in two places； and showed the rafters brown with time and weather： but the structure was solid and sound； the fallen tiles lay undisturbed beneath the eaves； not a brick； not a beam； not a gravestone had been stolen； not even to build the new church： of the diamond panes full half remained； the stone font was still in its place； with its Gothic cover； richly carved； and four brasses reposed in the chancel； one of them loose in its bed。
What had caused the church to be deserted had kept it from being desecrated； it was clean out of the way。 No gypsy； nor vagrant； ever slept there； and even the boys of the village kept their distance。 Nothing would have pleased them better than to break the sacred windows time had spared； and defile the graves of their forefathers with pitch…farthing and other arts； but it was three miles off； and there was a lion in the way： they must pass in sight of Squire Raby's house； and； whenever they had tried it； he and his groom had followed them on swift horses that could jump as well as gallop； had caught them in the churchyard； and lashed them heartily； and the same night notice to quit had been given to their parents； who were all Mr。 Raby's weekly tenants： and this had led to a compromise and flagellation。
Once or twice every summer a more insidious foe approached。 Some little party of tourists； including a lady； who sketched in water and never finished anything； would hear of the old church； and wander up to it。 But Mr。 Raby's trusty groom was sure to be after them； with orders to keep by them； under guise of friendship； and tell them outrageous figments； and see that they demolished not； stole not； sculptured not。
All this was odd enough in itself； but it astonished nobody who knew Mr。 Raby。 His father and predecessor had guarded the old church religiously in his day； and was buried in it； by his own orders； and； as for Guy Raby himself； what wonder he respected it； since his own mind； like that old church； was out of date； and a relic of the past？
An antique Tory squire； nursed in expiring Jacobitism； and cradled in the pride of race； educated at Oxford； well read in books； versed in county business； and acquainted with trade and commerce； yet puffed up with aristocratic notions； and hugging the very prejudices our nobility are getting rid of as fast as the vulgar will let them。
He had a sovereign contempt for tradespeople； and especially for manufacturers。 Any one of those numerous disputes between masters and mechanics； which distinguish British industry； might have been safely referred to him； for he abhorred and despised them both with strict impartiality。
The lingering beams of a bright December day still gilded the moss… clad roof of that deserted church； and flamed on its broken panes； when a young man came galloping toward it； from Hillsborough； on one of those powerful horses common in that district。
He came so swiftly and so direct； that； ere the sun had been down twenty minutes； he and his smoking horse had reached a winding gorge about three furlongs from the church。 Here； however； the bridle… road； which had hitherto served his turn across the moor； turned off sharply toward the village of Cairnhope； and the horse had to pick his way over heather； and bog； and great loose stones。 He lowered his nose； and hesitated more than once。 But the rein was loose upon his neck； and he was left to take his time。 He had also his own tracks to guide him in places； for this was by no means his first visit； and he managed so well； that at last he got safe to a mountain stream which gurgled past the north side of the churchyard： he went cautiously through the water； and then his rider gathered up the reins； stuck in the spurs； and put him at a part of the wall where the moonlight showed a considerable breach。 The good horse rose to it； and cleared it； with a foot to spare； and the invader landed in the sacred precincts unobserved； for the road he had come by was not visible from Raby House； nor indeed was the church itself。
He was of swarthy complexion； dres