That many if not most names have originated in the character or condition of individuals seems obvious, else why is it that so many people take after their names? We have no desire to argue the question, but hasten on to remark that old Jacob Crossley was said to be—observe, we do not say that he was—a notable illustration of what we refer to.
Jacob was “as cross as two sticks,” if we are to believe Mrs Bland1, his housekeeper2—and Mrs Bland was worthy3 of belief, for she was an honest widow who held prevarication4 to be equivalent to lying, and who, besides having been in the old bachelor’s service for many years, had on one occasion been plucked by him from under the feet of a pair of horses when attempting the more dangerous than nor’-west passage of a London crossing. Gratitude5, therefore, rendered it probable that Mrs Bland spake truly when she said that her master was as cross as two sticks. Of course we admit that her judgment6 may have been faulty.
Strange to say Mr Crossley had no reason—at least no very apparent reason—for being cross, unless, indeed, the mere7 fact of his being an old bachelor was a sufficient reason. Perhaps it was! But in regard to everything else he had, as the saying goes, nothing to complain of. He was a prosperous East India merchant—not a miser8, though a cross old bachelor, and not a millionaire, though comfortably rich. His business was prosperous, his friends were numerous, his digestion9 was good, his nervous system was apparently10 all that could be desired, and he slept well!
Standing11 one morning in the familiar British position before his dining-room fire in London, he frowningly contemplated12 his housekeeper as that indefatigable13 woman removed the breakfast equipage.
“Has the young man called this morning?”
“Not yet, sir.”
“Well, when he comes tell him I had business in the city and could wait no—”
A ring and a sharp knock interrupted him. A few moments later Charlie Brooke was ushered14 into the room. It was a smallish room, for Mr Crossley, although well off, did not see the propriety15 of wasting money on unnecessary space or rent, and the doorway16 was so low that Charlie’s hair brushed against the top as he entered.
“I called, Mr Crossley, in accordance with the wish expressed in your letter. Although, being a stranger, I do not—”
The young man stopped at this point and looked steadily17 at the old gentleman with a peculiarly questioning expression.
“You recognise me, I see,” said the old man, with a very slight smile.
“Well—I may be mistaken, but you do bear some resemblance to—”
“Just so, I’m the man that you hauled so violently out of the cabin of the wreck18 last week, and shoved so unceremoniously into the life-buoy, and I have sent for you, first, to thank you for saving my life, because they tell me that, but for your swimming off with a rope, we should certainly have all been lost; and, secondly19, to offer you aid in any course of life you may wish to adopt, for I have been informed that you are not at present engaged in any special employment.”
“You are very kind, sir, very kind,” returned Charlie, somewhat embarrassed. “I can scarcely claim, however, to have saved your life, though I thankfully admit having had the opportunity to lend a hand. The rocket-men, in reality, did the work, for without their splendid working of the apparatus20 my swimming off would have been useless.”
Mr Crossley frowned while the youth was speaking, and regarded him with some suspicion.
“You admit, I suppose,” he rejoined sternly, “that if you had not swum off, the rocket apparatus would have been equally useless.”
“By no means,” returned Charlie, with that benignant smile that always accompanied his opposition21 in argument. “I do not admit that, because, if I had not done it, assuredly some one else would. In fact a friend of mine was on the point of making the attempt when I pulled him back and prevented him.”
“And why did you prevent him?”
“Because he was not so well able to do it as I.”
“Oh! I see. In other words, you have a pretty high opinion of your own powers.”
“Possibly I have,” returned the youth, somewhat sharply. “I lay claim to no exemption22 from the universal law of vanity which seems to affect the entire human race—especially the cynical23 part of it. At the same time, knowing from long experience that I am physically24 stronger, can swim better, and have greater power of endurance, though not greater courage, than my friend, it would be mere pretence25 were I to assume that in such matters I was his inferior. You asked me why I prevented him: I gave you the reason exactly and straightforwardly26. I now repeat it.”
“Don’t be so ready to fire up, young man,” said Crossley, with a deprecating smile. “I had no intention of hurting your feelings.”
“You have not hurt them, sir,” returned Charlie, with almost provoking urbanity of manner and sweetness of voice, “you have only misunderstood me.”
“Well, well, let it pass. Tell me, now, can I do anything for you?”
“Nothing, thank you.”
“Eh?” exclaimed the old gentleman in surprise.
“Nothing, thank you,” repeated his visitor. “I did not save you for the purpose of being rewarded, and I refuse to accept reward for saving you.”
For a second or two Mr Crossley regarded his visitor in silence, with a conflicting mixture of frown and smile—a sort of acidulated-drop expression on his rugged27 face. Then he asked—
“What is the name of this friend whom you prevented from swimming off to us?”
“Shank Leather.”
“Is he a very great friend of yours?”
“Very. We have been playmates from childhood, and school-fellows till now.”
“What is he?—his profession, I mean?”
“Nothing at present. That is to say, he has, like myself, been trained to no special profession, and the failure of the firm in the counting-house of which we have both served for some months has cast us adrift at the same time.”
“Would it give you much satisfaction if I were to find good employment for your friend?”
“Indeed it would—the highest possible satisfaction,” exclaimed Charlie, with the first symptom of enthusiasm in his tone and look.
“What can your friend Shank Leather do?” asked the old man brusquely.
“Oh! many things. He’s capital at figures, thoroughly29 understands book-keeping, and—and is a hard-working fellow, whatever he puts his hand to.”
“Is he steady?”
Charlie was silent for a few moments.
“Well, one cannot be sure,” he answered, with some hesitation30, “what meaning you attach to the word ‘steady.’ I—”
“Yes, yes, I see,” interrupted Crossley, consulting his watch. “No time to discuss meanings of words just now. Will you tell your friend to call on me here the day after to-morrow at six o’clock? You live in Sealford, I have been told; does he live near you?”
“Yes, within a few minutes’ walk.”
“Well, tell him to be punctual. Punctuality is the soul of business. Hope I won’t find your friend as independent as you seem to be! You are quite sure, are you, that I can do nothing for you? I have both money and influence.”
The more determined31 that our hero became to decline all offers of assistance from the man who had misconstrued his motives32, the more of urbanity marked his manner, and it was with a smile of ineffable33 good-nature on his masculine features that he repeated, “Nothing, thank you—quite sure. You will have done me the greatest possible service when you help my friend. Yet—stay. You mentioned money. There is an institution in which I am much interested, and which you might appropriately remember just now.”
“What is that?”
“The Lifeboat Institution.”
“But it was not the Lifeboat Institution that saved me. It was the Rocket apparatus.”
“True, but it might have been a lifeboat that saved you. The rockets are in charge of the Coast-Guard and need no assistance, whereas the Lifeboat Service depends on voluntary contributions, and the fact that it did not happen to save Mr Crossley from a grave in the sea does not affect its claim to the nation’s gratitude for the hundreds of lives saved by its boats every year.”
“Admitted, my young friend, your reasoning is just,” said the old gentleman, sitting down at a writing table and taking a cheque-book from a drawer; “what shall I put down?”
“You know your circumstances best,” said Charlie, somewhat amused by the question.
“Most people in ordinary circumstances,” returned the old man slowly as he wrote, “contribute a guinea to such charities.”
“Many people,” remarked Charlie, with a feeling of pity rather than contempt, “contribute five, or even fifteen.”
“Ah, indeed—yes, well, Mr Brooke, will you condescend35 to be the bearer of my contribution? Fourteen Saint John Street, Adelphi, is not far from this, and it will save a penny of postage, you know!”
Mr Crossley rose and handed the cheque to his visitor, who felt half disposed—on the strength of the postage remark—to refuse it and speak his mind somewhat freely on the subject, but, his eye happening to fall on the cheque at the moment, he paused.
“You have made a mistake, I think,” he said. “This is for five hundred pounds.”
“I make no mistakes, Mr Brooke,” returned the old man sternly. “You said something about five or fifteen. I could not well manage fifteen hundred just now, for it is bad times in the city at present. Indeed, according to some people, it is always bad times there, and, to say truth, some people are not far wrong—at least as regards their own experiences. Now, I must be off to business. Good-bye. Don’t forget to impress on your friend the importance of punctuality.”
Jacob Crossley held out his hand with an expression of affability which was for him quite marvellous.
“You’re a much better man than I thought!” exclaimed Charlie, grasping the proffered36 hand with a fervour that caused the other to wince37.
“Young sir,” returned Crossley, regarding the fingers of his right hand somewhat pitifully, “people whose physique is moulded on the pattern of Samson ought to bear in mind that rheumatism38 is not altogether unknown to elderly men. Your opinion of me was probably erroneous to begin with, and it is certainly false to end with. Let me advise you to remember that the gift of money does not necessarily prove anything except that a man has money to give—nay, it does not always prove even that, for many people are notoriously prone39 to give away money that belongs to somebody else. Five hundred pounds is to some men not of much more importance than five pence is to others. Everything is relative. Good-bye.”
While he was speaking Mr Crossley rang the bell and politely opened the dining-room door, so that our hero found himself in the street before he had quite recovered from his astonishment40.
“Please, sir,” said Mrs Bland to her master after Charlie was gone, “Cap’en Stride is awaitin’ in the library.”
“Send him here,” said Crossley, once more consulting his watch.
“Well, Captain Stride, I’ve had a talk with him,” he said, as an exceedingly broad, heavy, short-legged man entered, with a bald head and a general air of salt water, tar34, and whiskers about him. “Sit down. Have you made up your mind to take command of the Walrus41?”
“Well, Mr Crossley, since you’re so very good,” said the sea-captain with a modest look, “I had feared that the loss o’—”
“Never mind the loss of the brig, Captain. It was no fault of yours that she came to grief. Other ship-owners may do as they please. I shall take the liberty of doing as I please. So, if you are ready, the ship is ready. I have seen Captain Stuart, and I find that he is down with typhoid fever, poor fellow, and won’t be fit for duty again for many weeks. The Walrus must sail not later than a week or ten days hence. She can’t sail without a captain, and I know of no better man than yourself; so, if you agree to take command, there she is, if not I’ll find another man.”
“I’m agreeable, sir,” said Captain Stride, with a gratified, meek42 look on his large bronzed face—a look so very different from the leonine glare with which he was wont43 to regard tempestuous44 weather or turbulent men. “Of course it’ll come rather sudden on the missus, but w’en it blows hard what’s a man got to do but make all snug45 and stand by?”
“Quite true, Stride, I have no doubt that you are nautically46 as well as morally correct, so I leave it to you to bring round the mistress, and consider that matter as settled. By the way, I hope that she and your little girl have not suffered from the wetting and rough handling experienced when being rescued.”
“Not in the least, sir, thankee. In fact I incline to the belief that they are rather more frisky47 than usual in consekince. Leastwise little Maggie is.”
“Glad to hear it. Now, about that young fellow.”
“By which I s’pose you mean Mr Brooke, sir?”
“The same. He has just left me, and upon my word, he’s about the coolest young fellow I ever met with.”
“That’s just what I said to the missus, sir, the very night arter we was rescued. ‘The way that young feller come off, Maggie,’ says I, ‘is most extraor’nar’. No fish that—’”
“Yes, yes, Stride, I know, but that’s not exactly what I mean: it’s his being so amazingly independent that—”
“’Zactly what I said, sir. ‘Maggie,’ says I, ‘that young feller seemed to be quite independent of fin28 or tail, for he came right off in the teeth o’ wind and tide—’”
“That’s not what I mean either, Captain,” interrupted the old gentleman, with slight impatience48. “It’s his independent spirit I refer to.”
“Oh! I ax your pardon, sir.”
“Well, now, listen, and don’t interrupt me. But first let me ask, does he know that I am the owner of the brig that was lost?”
“Yes; he knows that.”
“Does he know that I also own the Walrus.”
“No, I’m pretty sure he don’t. Leastwise I didn’t tell him, an’ there’s nobody else down there as knows anything about you.”
“So far, good. Now, Stride, I want you to help me. The young goose is so proud, or I know not what, that he won’t accept any favours or rewards from me, and I find that he is out of work just now, so I’m determined to give him something to do in spite of himself. The present supercargo of the Walrus is a young man who will be pleased to fall in with anything I propose to him. I mean, therefore, to put him in another ship and appoint young Brooke to the Walrus. Fortunately the firm of Withers49 and Company does not reveal my name—I having been Company originally, though I’m the firm now, so that he won’t suspect anything, and what I want is, that you should do the engaging of him—being authorised by Withers and Company—you understand?”
“I follow you, sir. But what if he objects?”
“He won’t object. I have privately50 inquired about him. He is anxious to get employment, and has strong leanings to an adventurous51 life on the sea. There’s no accounting52 for taste, Captain!”
“Right you are, sir,” replied the Captain, with an approving nod. “That’s what I said only this mornin’ to my missus. ‘Maggie,’ says I, ‘salt water hasn’t a good taste, as even the stoopidest of mortals knows, but w’en a man has had to lick it off his lips at sea for the better part of half a century, it’s astonishin’ how he not only gits used to it, but even comes to like the taste of it.’ ‘Pooh!’ says she, ‘don’t tell me you likes it, for you don’t! It’s all a d’lusion an’ a snare53. I hates both the taste an’ the smell of it.’ ‘Maggie,’ says I, quite solemn-like, ‘that may be so, but you’re not me.’ ‘No, thank goodness!’ says she—which you mustn’t suppose, sir, meant as she didn’t like me, for she’s a true-hearted affectionate creetur—though I say it as shouldn’t—but she meant that she’d have had to go to sea reg’lar if she had been me, an’ that would have done for her in about six weeks, more or less, for the first time she ever went she was all but turned inside—”
“If you’re going citywards,” interrupted Mr Crossley, again pulling out his watch, “we may as well finish our talk in the street.”
As Captain Stride was “quite agreeable” to this proposal, the two left the house together, and, hailing a hansom, drove off in the direction of the City.
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