On the sea-shore, not far from the spot where the brig had been wrecked2, Charlie Brooke and Shank Leather walked up and down engaged in earnest conversation soon after the interviews just described.
Very different was the day from that on which the wreck1 had taken place. It seemed almost beyond possibility that the serene3 sky above, and the calm, glinting ocean which rippled4 so softly at their feet, could be connected with the same world in which inky clouds and snowy foam5 and roaring billows had but a short time before held high revelry.
“Well, Charlie,” said his friend, after a pause, “it was very good of you, old boy, and I hope that I’ll do credit to your recommendation. The old man seems a decent sort of chap, though somewhat cross-grained.”
“He is kind-hearted, Shank; I feel quite sure of that, and hope sincerely that you will get on well with him.”
“‘With him!’” repeated Leather; “you don’t seem to understand that the situation he is to get for me is not in connection with his own business, whatever that may be. It is in some other City firm, the name of which he has not yet mentioned. I can’t myself understand why he is so close!”
“Perhaps because he has been born with a secretive nature,” suggested Charlie.
“May be so. However, that’s no business of mine, and it doesn’t do to be too inquisitive6 when a man is offering you a situation of two hundred a year. It would be like looking a gift-horse in the mouth. All I care about is that I’m to go to London next week and begin work—Why, you don’t seem pleased to hear of my good fortune,” continued Leather, turning a sharp look on his friend, who was gazing gravely at the sand, in which he was poking7 holes with his stick.
“I congratulate you, Shank, with all my heart, and you know it; but—I’m sorry to find that you are not to be in connection with Mr Crossley himself, for there is more good in him than appears on the surface. Did he then make no mention of the nature of his own business?”
“None whatever. To say truth, that mysteriousness or secrecy8 is the only point about the old fellow’s character that I don’t like,” said Leather, with a frown of virtuous9 disapproval10. “‘All fair and above-board,’ that’s my motto. Speak out your mind and fear nothing!”
At these noble sentiments a faint smile, if we may say so, hovered11 somewhere in the recesses12 of Charlie Brooke’s interior, but not the quiver of a muscle disturbed the solemnity of his face.
“The secrecy of his nature seems even to have infected that skipper with—or rather by—whom he was wrecked,” continued Leather, “for when I asked him yesterday about the old gentleman, he became suddenly silent, and when I pressed him, he made me a rigmarole speech something like this: ‘Young man, I make it a rule to know nothin’ whatever about my passengers. As I said only two days past to my missus: “Maggie,” says I, “it’s of no use your axin’ me. My passengers’ business is their business, and my business is mine. All I’ve got to do is to sail my ship, an’ see to it that I land my passengers in safety.”’
“‘You made a pretty mess of your business, then, the last trip,’ said I, for I was bothered with his obvious determination not to give me any information.
“‘Right you are, young man,’ said he, ‘and it would have been a still prettier mess if your friend Mr Brooke hadn’t come off wi’ that there line!’
“I laughed at this and recovered my temper, but I could pump nothing more out of him. Perhaps there was nothing to pump.—But now tell me, how is it—for I cannot understand—that you refused all offers to yourself? You are as much ‘out of work’ just now as I am.”
“That’s true, Shank, and really I feel almost as incapable13 of giving you an answer as Captain Stride himself. You see, during our conversation Mr Crossley attributed mean—at all events wrong—motives to me, and somehow I felt that I could not accept any favour at his hands just then. I suspect I was too hasty. I fear it was false pride—”
“Ha! ha!” laughed Leather; “‘pride!’ I wonder in what secret chamber14 of your big corpus your pride lies.”
“Well, I don’t know. It must be pretty deep. Perhaps it is engrained, and cannot be easily recognised.”
“That last is true, Charlie. Assuredly it can’t be recognised, for it’s not there at all. Why, if you had been born with a scrap15 of false pride you and I could never have been friends—for I hate it!”
Shank Leather, in saying this, had hit the nail fairly on the head, although he had not intelligently probed the truth to the bottom. In fact a great deal of the friendship which drew these young men together was the result of their great dissimilarity of character. They acted on each other somewhat after the fashion of a well-adjusted piece of mechanism16, the ratchets of selfishness and cog-wheels of vanity in Shank fitting easily into the pinions17 of good-will and modesty18 which characterised his friend, so that there was no jarring in their intercourse19. This alone would not, perhaps, have induced the strong friendship that existed if it had not been coupled with their intimacy20 from childhood, and if Brooke had not been particularly fond of Shank’s invalid21 mother, and recognised a few of her good characteristics faintly reproduced in her son, while Shank fully22 appreciated in Charlie that amiable23 temperament24 which inclines its happy possessor to sympathise much with others, to talk little of self, to believe all things and to hope all things, to the verge25 almost of infantine credulity.
“Well, well,” resumed Charlie, with a laugh, “however that may be, I did decline Mr Crossley’s offers, but it does not matter much now, for that same worthy26 captain who bothered you so much has told me of a situation of which he has the gift, and has offered it to me.”
“You don’t say so! Is it a good one?”
“Yes, and well paid, I’m told, though I don’t know the exact amount of the salary yet.”
“And have you accepted?”
“I have. Mother agreed, after some demur27, that it is better than nothing, so, like you, I begin work in a few days.”
“Well now, how strangely things do happen sometimes!” said Leather, stopping and looking out seaward, where the remains28 of the brig could still be distinguished29 on the rocks that had fixed30 her doom31. “But for that fortunate wreck and our saving the people in her, you and I might still have been whistling in the ranks of the Great Unemployed—And what sort of a situation is it, Charlie?”
“You will smile, perhaps, when I tell you. It is to act as supercargo of the Walrus32, which is commanded by Captain Stride himself.”
Young Leather’s countenance33 fell. “Why, Charlie,” he said, “that means that you’re going away to sea!”
“I fear it does.”
“Soon?”
“In a week or two.”
For some little time Leather did not speak. The news fell upon him with a shock of disagreeable surprise, for, apart from the fact that he really loved his friend, he was somehow aware that there were not many other young men who cared much for himself—in regard to which he was not a little surprised, for it never occurred to him that egotism and selfishness had anything to do with the coolness of his friends, or that none but men like our hero, with sweet tempers and self-forgetting dispositions34, could by any possibility put up with him.
“Who are the owners of the Walrus, Charlie?” he asked, as they turned into the lane that led from the beach to the village.
“Withers and Company of London.”
“H’m—don’t know them. They must be trustful fellows, however, to take a captain into their employ who has just lost his vessel35.”
“They have not taken him into their employ,” said Charlie. “Captain Stride tells me he has been in their service for more than a quarter of a century, and they exonerate36 him from all blame in the loss of the brig. It does seem odd to me, however, that he should be appointed so immediately to a new ship, but, as you remarked, that’s none of my business. Come, I’ll go in with you and congratulate your mother and May on your appointment.”
They had reached the door of Shank Leather’s house by that time. It was a poor-looking house, in a poor side street or blind alley37 of the village, the haunt of riotous38 children during the day-time, and of maddening cats at night. Stray dogs now and then invaded the alley, but, for the most part, it was to children and cats that the region was given over. Here, for the purpose of enabling the proverbial “two ends” to “meet,” dwelt a considerable population in houses of diminutive39 size and small accommodation. A few of these were persons who, having “seen better days,” were anxious to hide their poverty and existence from the “friends” of those better days. There was likewise a sprinkling of individuals and families who, having grown callous40 to the sorrows of earth, had reached that condition wherein the meeting of the two ends is a matter of comparative indifference41, because they never met, and were never more expected to meet—the blank, annually42 left gaping43, being filled up, somehow, by a sort of compromise between bankruptcy44, charity, and starvation.
To the second of these the Leather family belonged. They had been brought to their sad condition by that prolific45 source of human misery—the bottle.
To do the family justice, it was only the father who had succumbed46. He had been a gentleman; he was now a sot. His wife—delicate owing to bad treatment, sorrow, and insufficient47 nourishment—was, ever had been, and ever would be, a lady and a Christian48. Owing to the last priceless condition she was still alive. It is despair that kills, and despair had been banished49 from her vocabulary ever since she had laid down the arms of her rebellion and accepted the Saviour50 of mankind as her guide and consolation51.
But sorrow, suffering, toil52 had not departed when the demon53 despair fled away. They had, however, been wonderfully lightened, and one of the brightest gleams of hope in her sad life was that she might possibly be used as the means of saving her husband. There were other gleams of light, however, one of the brightest of them being that May, her only daughter, was loving and sympathetic—or, as she sometimes expressed it, “as good as gold.” But there was also a very dark spot in her life: Shank, her only son, was beginning to show a tendency to tread in his father’s steps.
Many golden texts were enshrined in the heart of poor Mrs Leather, and not a few of these—painted by the hand of May—hung on the walls of their little sitting-room54, but the word to which she turned her eyes in seasons of profoundest obscurity, and which served her as a sheet-anchor in the midst of the wildest storms, was, “Hope thou in God, for thou shalt yet praise Him.” And alongside of that text, whenever she thought of it or chanced to look at it, there invariably flashed another: “Immanuel, God with us.”
May and her mother were alone when the young men entered; the former was at her lessons, the latter busy with knitting-needles.
Knitting was the means by which Mrs Leather, with constant labour and inexhaustible perseverance55, managed to fill up the gap between the before-mentioned “two ends,” which her dissolute husband failed to draw together. She could read or assist May with her lessons, while her delicate fingers, working below the table, performed miraculous56 gyrations with steel and worsted. To most male minds, we presume, this is utterly57 incomprehensible. It is well not to attempt the description of that which one does not understand. The good lady knitted socks and stockings, and mittens58 and cuffs59, and comforters, and other things, in absolutely overwhelming quantities, so that the accumulation in the press in which she stored them was at times quite marvellous. Yet that press never quite filled up, owing to the fact that there was an incurable60 leak in it—a sort of secret channel—through which the products of her toil flowed out nearly as fast as she poured them in.
This leak in the worsted press, strange to say, increased wonderfully just after the wreck described in a previous chapter, and the rivulet61 to which it gave rise flowed in the direction of the back-door of the house, emptying itself into a reservoir which always took the form of a little elderly lady, with a plain but intensely lovable countenance, who had been, perhaps still was, governess in a family in a neighbouring town where Mrs Leather had spent some of her “better days.” Her name was Molloy.
Like a burglar Miss Molloy came in a stealthy manner at irregular intervals62 to the back-door of the house, and swept the press of its contents, made them up into a bundle of enormous size, and carried them off on the shoulders of an appropriately disreputable blackguard boy—as Shank called him—whom she retained for the purpose. Unlike a burglar, however, Miss Molloy did not “bolt with the swag,” but honestly paid for everything, from the hugest pair of gentlemen’s fishing socks to the smallest pair of children’s cuffs.
What Miss Molloy did with this perennial63 flow of woollen work, whom she came from, where she went to, who discovered her, and why she did it, were subjects of inquiry64 which baffled investigation65, and always simmered in the minds of Shank and May, though the mind of Mrs Leather herself seemed to be little if at all exercised by it. At all events she was uncommunicative on the point, and her children’s curiosity was never gratified, for the mother was obdurate66, and, torture being illegal at that time in England, they had no means of compelling disclosure. It was sometimes hinted by Shank that their little dog Scraggy—appropriately named!—knew more than he chose to tell about the subject, for he was generally present at the half-secret interviews, and always closed the scene with a sham67 but furious assault on the ever contemptuous blackguard boy. But Scraggy was faithful to his trust, and revealed nothing.
“I can’t tell you how glad I am, Mrs Leather, about Shank’s good fortune,” said Charlie, with a gentle shake of the hand, which Mr Crossley would have appreciated. Like the Nasmyth steam-hammer, which flattens68 a ton of iron or gently cracks a hazel-nut, our Herculean hero could accommodate himself to circumstances; “as your son says, it has been a lucky wreck for us.”
“Lucky indeed for him,” responded the lady, instantly resuming her knitting, which she generally kept down near her lap, well hidden by the table, while she looked at her visitor and talked, “but not very pleasant for those who have lost by it.”
“Pooh! mother, nobody has lost by it,” said Shank in his free-and-easy style. “The owners don’t lose, because of course it was insured; and the Insurance Companies can’t be said to lose, for the value of a small brig will be no more felt by them than the losing of a pin would be felt by yourself; and the captain won’t lose—except a few sea-garments and things o’ that kind—for he has been appointed to another ship already. By the way, mother, that reminds me that Charlie has also got a situation through this lucky wreck, for Captain Stride feels so grateful that he has offered him the situation of supercargo in his new ship.”
For once Mrs Leather’s knitting-needles came to a sudden stop, and she looked inquiringly at her young friend. So did May.
“Have you accepted it?”
“Well, yes. I have.”
“I’m so sorry,” said May; “I don’t know what Shank will do without you.”
At that moment a loud knocking was heard at the door. May rose to open it, and Mrs Leather looked anxiously at her son.
A savage69 undertoned growl70 and an unsteady step told all too plainly that the head of the house had returned home.
With sudden interest in worsted fabrics71, which he was far from feeling, Charlie Brooke turned his back to the door, and, leaning forward, took up an end of the work with which the knitter was busy.
“That’s an extremely pretty pattern, Mrs Leather. Does it take you long to make things of the kind?”
“Not long; I—I make a good many of them.”
She said this with hesitation72, and with her eyes fixed on the doorway73, through the opening of which her husband thrust a shaggy dishevelled head, with dissipation stamped on a countenance which had evidently been handsome once.
But Charlie saw neither the husband’s head nor the poor wife’s gaze, for he was still bending over the worsted-work in mild admiration74.
Under the impression that he had not been observed, Mr Leather suddenly withdrew his head, and was heard to stumble up-stairs under the guidance of May. Then the bang of a door, followed by a shaking of the slimly-built house, suggested the idea that the poor man had flung himself on his bed.
“Shank Leather,” said Charlie Brooke, that same night as they strolled on the sea-shore, “you gave expression to some sentiments to-day which I highly approved of. One of them was ‘Speak out your mind, and fear nothing!’ I mean to do so now, and expect that you will not be hurt by my following your advice.”
“Well!” exclaimed Shank, with a dubious75 glance, for he disliked the seriousness of his friend’s tone.
“Your father—” began Charlie.
“Please don’t speak about him,” interrupted the other. “I know all that you can say. His case is hopeless, and I can’t bear to speak about it.”
“Well, I won’t speak about him, though I cannot agree with you that his case is hopeless. But it is yourself that I wish to speak about. You and I are soon to separate; it must be for a good long while—it may be for ever. Now I must speak out my mind before I go. My old playmate, school-fellow, and chum, you have begun to walk in your poor father’s footsteps, and you may be sure that if you don’t turn round all your hopes will be blasted—at least for this life—perhaps also for that which is to come. Now don’t be angry or hurt, Shank. Remember that you not only encouraged me, but advised me to speak out my mind.”
“Yes, but I did not advise you to form a false, uncharitable judgment76 of your chum,” returned Leather, with a dash of bitterness in his tone. “I admit that I’m fond of a social glass, and that I sometimes, though rarely, take a little—a very little—more than, perhaps, is necessary. But that is very different from being a drunkard, which you appear to assume that I am.”
“Nay, Shank, I don’t assume that. What I said was that you are beginning to walk in your dear father’s footsteps. No man ever yet became a drunkard without beginning. And I feel certain that no man ever, when beginning, had the most distant intention or expectation of becoming a drunkard. Your danger, dear old fellow, lies in your not seeing the danger. You admit that you like a social glass. Shank, I candidly77 make the same admission—I like it,—but after seeing your father, and hearing your defence, the danger has been so deeply impressed on me, that from this hour I resolve, God helping78 me, never more to taste a social glass.”
“Well, Charlie, you know yourself best,” returned his friend airily, “and if you think yourself in so great danger, of course your resolve is a very prudent79 one; but for myself, I admit that I see no danger, and I don’t feel any particular weakness of will in regard to temptation.”
“Ah, Shank, you remind me of an eccentric old lady I have heard of who was talking with a friend about the difficulties of life. ‘My dear,’ said the friend, ‘I do find it such a difficult thing to resist temptation—don’t you?’ ‘No,’ replied the eccentric old lady, ‘I don’t, for I never resist temptation, I always give way to it!’”
“Don’t you see? You feel no weakness of will in regard to temptation because you never give your will an opportunity of resisting it. You always give way to it. You see, I am speaking out my mind freely—as you have advised!”
“Yes, and you take the whole of my advice, and fear nothing, else you would not risk a quarrel by doing so. But really, my boy, it’s of no use your troubling your head on that subject, for I feel quite safe, and I don’t mean to give in, so there’s an end on’t.”
Our hero persevered81 notwithstanding, and for some time longer sought to convince or move his friend both by earnest appeal and light pleasantry, but to all appearance without success, although he reduced him to silence. He left him at last, and went home meditating82 on the truth of the proverb that “a man convinced against his will is of the same opinion still.”
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