My son Gildart, with his hands in his pockets and his cap very much on one side of his head, entered my drawing-room one morning with a perplexed1 air.
“What troubles you to-day?” asked Lizzie Gordon, who was seated at the window winding2 up a ball of worsted, the skein of which was being held by Miss Puff3, who was at that time residing with us.
“What troubles me?—everything troubles me,” said the middy with a stern air, as he turned his back to the fire; “the world troubles me, circumstances trouble me, my heart troubles me, my pocket troubles me, my friends and relations trouble me, and so do my enemies; in fact, it would be difficult to name the sublunary creature or thing that does not trouble me. It blows trouble from every point of the compass, a peculiarity4 in moral gales6 that is never observed in physical breezes.”
“How philosophically7 you talk this morning,” observed Lizzie with a laugh. “May it not be just possible that the trouble, instead of flowing from all points to you as a centre, wells up within and flows out in all directions, and that a warped8 mind inverts9 the process?”
“Perhaps you are right, sweet cousin! Anyhow we can’t be both wrong, which is a comfort.”
“May I ask what is the heart-trouble you complain of?” said Lizzie.
“Love and hatred10,” replied Gildart with a sigh and a frown.
“Indeed! Is the name of the beloved object a secret?”
“Of course,” said the middy with a pointed11 glance at Miss Puff, who blushed scarlet12 from the roots of her hair to the edge of her dress, (perhaps to the points of her toes—I am inclined to think so); “of course it is; but the hated object’s name is no secret. It is Haco Barepoles.”
“The mad skipper!” exclaimed Lizzie in surprise. “I thought he was the most amiable13 man in existence. Every one speaks well of him.”
“It may be so, but I hate him. The hatred is peculiar5, though I believe not incurable14, but at present it is powerful. That preposterous15 giant, that fathom16 and four inches of conceit17, that insufferable disgrace to his cloth, that huge mass of human bones in a pig-skin—he—he bothers me.”
“But how does he bother you?”
“Well, in the first place, he positively18 refuses to let his daughter Susan marry Dan Horsey, and I have set my heart on that match, for Susan is a favourite of mine, and Dan is a capital fellow, though he is a groom19 and a scoundrel—and nothing would delight me more than to bother our cook, who is a perfect vixen, and would naturally die of vexation if these two were spliced20; besides, I want a dance at a wedding, or a shindy of some sort, before setting sail for the land of spices and niggers. Haco puts a stop to all that; but, worse still, when I was down at the Sailors’ Home the other day, I heard him telling some wonderful stories to the men there, in one of which he boasted that he had never been taken by surprise, nor got a start in his life; that a twenty-four pounder had once burst at his side and cut the head clean off a comrade, without causing his nerves to shake or his pulse to increase a bit. I laid him a bet of ten pounds on the spot that I could give him a fright, and he took it at once. Now I can’t for the life of me think how to give him a fright, yet I must do it somehow, for it will never do to be beat.”
“Couldn’t you shoot off a pistol at his ear?” suggested Lizzie.
Miss Puff sniggered, and Gildart said he might as well try to startle him with a sneeze.
“Get up a ghost, then,” said Lizzie; “I have known a ghost act with great effect on a dark night in an out-of-the-way place.”
“No use,” returned Gildart, shaking his head. “Haco has seen ghosts enough to frighten a squadron of horse-marines.”
Miss Puff sniggered again, and continued to do so until her puffy face and neck became extremely pink and dangerously inflated21, insomuch that Gildart asked her somewhat abruptly22 what in the world she was laughing at. Miss Puff said she wouldn’t tell, and Gildart insisted that she would; but she positively declined, until Gildart dragged her forcibly from her chair into a window-recess23, where she was prevailed on to whisper the ideas that made her laugh.
“Capital!” exclaimed the middy, chuckling24 as he issued from the recess; “I’ll try it. You’re a charming creature, Puff, with an imagination worthy25 the owner of a better name. There, don’t pout26. You know my sentiments. Adieu, fair cousin! Puff, good-bye.”
So saying, the volatile27 youth left the room.
That afternoon Gildart sauntered down to the Sailors’ Home and entered the public hall, in which a dozen or two of sailors were engaged in playing draughts28 or chatting together. He glanced round, but, not finding the object of his search, was about to leave, when Dan Horsey came up, and, touching29 his hat, asked if he were looking for Haco Barepoles.
“I am,” said Gildart.
“So is meself,” said Dan; “but the mad skipper an’t aisy to git howld of, an’ not aisy to kape howld of when ye’ve got him. He’s goin’ to Cove30 this afternoon, I believe, an’ll be here before startin’, so I’m towld, so I’m waitin’ for him.”
As he spoke31 Haco entered, and Dan delivered a letter to him.
“Who from?” inquired the skipper sternly.
“Mr Stuart, alias32 the guv’nor,” replied Dan with extreme affability; “an’ as no answer is required, I’ll take my leave with your highness’s permission.”
Haco deigned33 no reply, but turned to Gildart and held out his hand.
“You’ve not gone to stay at Cove yet, I see,” said Gildart.
“Not yet, lad, but I go to-night at nine o’clock. You see Mrs Gaff is a-goin’ to visit a relation for a week, an’ wants me to take care o’ the house, the boodwar, as she calls it, though why she calls it by that name is more than I can tell. However I’ll be here for a week yet, as the ‘Coffin’ wants a few repairs, (I wonder if it ever didn’t want repairs), an’ I may as well be there as in the Home, though I’m bound to say the Home is as good a lodgin’ as ever I was in at home or abroad, and cheap too, an’ they looks arter you so well. The only thing I an’t sure of is whether the repairs is to be done here or in Athenbury.”
“The letter from Mr Stuart may bear on that point,” suggested Gildart.
“True,” replied the skipper, opening the letter.
“Ha! sure enough the repairs is to be done there, so I’ll have to cut my visit to Cove short by four days.”
“But you’ll sleep there to-night, I suppose?” asked Gildart, with more anxiety than the subject seemed to warrant.
“Ay, no doubt o’ that, for Mrs G and Tottie left this mornin’, trustin’ to my comin’ down in the evenin’; but I can’t get before nine o’clock.”
“Well, good-day to you,” said Gildart; “I hope you’ll enjoy yourself at Cove.”
The middy hastened away from the Sailors’ Home with the air of a man who had business on hand. Turning the corner of a street he came upon a brass34 band, the tones of which were rendering35 all the bilious36 people within hearing almost unable to support existence. There was one irascible old gentleman, (a lawyer), under whose window it was braying37, who sat at his desk with a finger in each ear trying to make sense out of a legal document. This was a difficult task at any time, for the legal document was compounded chiefly of nonsense, with the smallest possible modicum38 of sense scattered39 through it. In the circumstances the thing was impossible, so the lawyer rose and stamped about the floor, and wished he were the Emperor of Russia with a cannon40 charged with grape-shot loaded to the muzzle41 and pointed at the centre of that brass band, in which case he would—. Well, the old gentleman never thought out the sentence, but he stamped on and raved42 a little as the band brayed43 below his window.
There was a sick man in a room not far from the old lawyer’s office. He had spent two days and two nights in the delirium44 of fever. At last the doctor succeeded in getting him to fall into a slumber45. It was not a very sound one; but such as it was it was of inestimable value to the sick man. The brass band, however, brayed the slumber away to the strains of “Rule Britannia,” and effectually restored the delirium with “God Save the Queen.”
There were many other interesting little scenes enacted46 in that street in consequence of the harmonious47 music of that brass band, but I shall refrain from entering into farther particulars. Suffice it to say that Gildart stood listening to it for some time with evident delight.
“Splendid,” he muttered, as an absolutely appalling48 burst of discord49 rent the surrounding air and left it in tatters. “Magnificent! I think that will do.”
“You seem fond of bad music, sir,” observed an elderly gentleman, who had been standing50 near a doorway51 looking at the middy with a quiet smile.
“Yes, on the present occasion I am,” replied Gildart; “discord suits my taste just now, and noise is pleasant to my ear.”
The band ceased to play at that moment, and Gildart, stepping up to the man who appeared to be the leader, inasmuch as he performed on the clarionet, asked him to turn aside with him for a few minutes.
The man obeyed with a look of surprise, not unmingled with suspicion.
“You are leader of this band?”
“Yes, sir, I ham.”
“Have you any objection to earn a sovereign or two?”
“No, sir, I han’t.”
“It’s a goodish band,” observed Gildart.
“A fus’-rater,” replied the clarionet. “No doubt the trombone is a little cracked and brassy, so to speak, because of a hinfluenza as has wonted him for some weeks; but there’s good stuff in ’im, sir, and plenty o’ lungs. The key-bugle is a noo ’and, but ’e’s capital, ’ticklerly in the ’igh notes an’ flats; besides, bein’ young, ’e’ll improve. As to the French ’orn, there ain’t his ekal in the country; w’en he does the pathetic it would make a banker weep. You like pathetic music, sir?”
“Not much,” replied the middy.
“No! now that’s hodd. I do. It ’armonises so with the usual state o’ my feelin’s. My feelin’s is a’most always pathetic, sir.”
“Indeed!”
“Yes, ’cept at meal-times, w’en I do manage to git a little jolly. Ah! sir, music ain’t wot it used to be. There’s a general flatness about it now, sir, an’ people don’t seem to admire it ’alf so much as w’en I first began. But if you don’t like the pathetic, p’raps you like the bravoory style?”
“I doat on it,” said Gildart. “Come, let’s have a touch of the ‘bravoory.’”
“I’ve got a piece,” said the clarionet slowly, looking at the sky with a pathetic air, “a piece as I composed myself. I don’t often play it, ’cause, you know, sir, one doesn’t ’xactly like to shove one’s-self too prominently afore the public. I calls it the ‘Banging-smash Polka.’ But I generally charge hextra for it, for it’s dreadful hard on the lungs, and the trombone he gets cross when I mention it, for it nearly bu’sts the hinstrument; besides, it kicks up sich a row that it puts the French ’orn’s nose out o’ jint—you can’t ’ear a note of him. I flatter myself that the key-bugle plays his part to parfection, but the piece was written chiefly for the trombone and clarionet; the one being deep and crashing, the other shrill52 and high. I had the battle o’ Waterloo in my mind w’en I wrote it.”
“Will that do?” said Gildart, putting half-a-crown into the man’s hand.
The clarionet nodded, and, turning to his comrades, winked53 gravely as he pronounced the magic word—“Banging-smash.”
Next moment there was a burst as if a bomb-shell had torn up the street, and this was followed up by a series of crashes so rapid, violent, and wildly intermingled, that the middy’s heart almost leapt out of him with delight!
In a few seconds three doors burst open, and three servant-girls rushed at the band with three sixpences to beseech54 it to go away.
“Couldn’t go under a shillin’ a head,” said the clarionet gravely.
A word from Gildart, however, induced him to accept of the bribe55 and depart.
As they went along the street Gildart walked with the clarionet and held earnest converse56 with him—apparently of a persuasive57 nature, for the clarionet frequently shook his head and appeared to remonstrate58. Presently he called on his comrades to stop, and held with them a long palaver59, in which the French horn seemed to be an objector, and the trombone an assenter, while the key-bugle didn’t seem to care. At last they all came to an agreement.
“Now,” said the middy, taking out his purse, “that’s all fixed60; here is five shillings in advance, and twenty shillings will follow when the performance is over. Don’t forget the time and place: the village of Cove, the rear of Stephen Gaff’s cottage—everybody knows it—and eight o’clock precisely61.”
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puff
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gales
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philosophically
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warped
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inverts
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hatred
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pointed
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scarlet
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amiable
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incurable
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fathom
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conceit
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positively
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groom
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spliced
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inflated
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cove
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