Jude the Obsure - Page 53/318

Two or three days later he heard that Arabella and her parents had

departed. He had sent a message offering to see her for a formal

leave-taking, but she had said that it would be better otherwise,

since she was bent on going, which perhaps was true. On the evening

following their emigration, when his day's work was done, he came out

of doors after supper, and strolled in the starlight along the too

familiar road towards the upland whereon had been experienced the

chief emotions of his life. It seemed to be his own again.

He could not realize himself. On the old track he seemed to be a

boy still, hardly a day older than when he had stood dreaming at the

top of that hill, inwardly fired for the first time with ardours for

Christminster and scholarship. "Yet I am a man," he said. "I have

a wife. More, I have arrived at the still riper stage of having

disagreed with her, disliked her, had a scuffle with her, and parted

from her."

He remembered then that he was standing not far from the spot at

which the parting between his father and his mother was said to have

occurred.

A little further on was the summit whence Christminster, or what he

had taken for that city, had seemed to be visible. A milestone, now

as always, stood at the roadside hard by. Jude drew near it, and

felt rather than read the mileage to the city. He remembered that

once on his way home he had proudly cut with his keen new chisel an

inscription on the back of that milestone, embodying his aspirations.

It had been done in the first week of his apprenticeship, before

he had been diverted from his purposes by an unsuitable woman. He

wondered if the inscription were legible still, and going to the back

of the milestone brushed away the nettles. By the light of a match

he could still discern what he had cut so enthusiastically so long

ago:

THITHER

J. F.

[with a pointing finger]

The sight of it, unimpaired, within its screen of grass and nettles,

lit in his soul a spark of the old fire. Surely his plan should

be to move onward through good and ill--to avoid morbid sorrow

even though he did see uglinesses in the world? _Bene agere et

loetari_--to do good cheerfully--which he had heard to be the

philosophy of one Spinoza, might be his own even now.

He might battle with his evil star, and follow out his original

intention.

By moving to a spot a little way off he uncovered the horizon in a

north-easterly direction. There actually rose the faint halo, a

small dim nebulousness, hardly recognizable save by the eye of faith.

It was enough for him. He would go to Christminster as soon as the

term of his apprenticeship expired.