Once more we return to the embarkation1 jetty at Portsmouth.
There, as of old, we find a huge, white-painted troop-ship warping2 slowly in, her bulwarks3 and ports crowded with white helmets, and eager faces gazing at the equally eager but anxious faces on shore.
Miss Robinson’s coffee-shed shows signs of life! Our friend Brown is stimulating4 the boiler5. The great solitary6 port-hole has been opened, and the never-failing lady-workers are there, preparing their ammunition7 and getting ready for action, for every troop-ship that comes to Portsmouth from foreign shores, laden8 with the bronzed warriors9 of Britain, has to face the certainty of going into action with that unconquerable little coffee-shed!
We do not, however, mean to draw the reader again through the old scene, further than to point out that, among the many faces that loom10 over these bulwarks, five are familiar, namely, those of our friends Miles Milton, William Armstrong, Moses Pyne, Stevenson, and Simkin. Jack11 Molloy is not with them, because he has preferred to remain in Egypt, believing himself to be capable of still further service to Queen and country.
A feeling of great disappointment oppresses Miles and his friend Armstrong, for they fail to recognise in the eager crowd those whom they had expected to see.
“My mother must be ill,” muttered Miles.
“So must my Emmy,” murmured his friend.
There was a very anxious little widow on the jetty who could not manage to distinguish individuals in the sea of brown faces and white helmets, because the tears in her eyes mixed them all up most perplexingly. It is not surprising that Miles had totally failed to recognise the mother of old in the unfamiliar13 widow’s weeds—especially when it is considered that his was a shrinking, timid mother, who kept well in the background of the demonstrative crowd. Their eyes met at last, however, and those of the widow opened wide with surprise at the change in the son, while those of the son were suddenly blinded with tears at the change in the mother.
Then they met—and such a meeting!—in the midst of men and women, elbowing, crowding, embracing, exclaiming, rejoicing, chaffing, weeping! It was an awkward state of things, but as every one else was in the same predicament, and as all were more or less swallowed up in their own affairs, Miles and his mother were fain to make the best of it. They retired14 under the partial shelter of a bulkhead, where block-tackles and nautical15 débris interfered16 with their footing, and tarry odours regaled their noses, and there, in semi-publicity, they interchanged their first confidences.
Suddenly Mrs Milton observed a tall young fellow standing17 not far off, looking wistfully at the bewildering scene, apparently18 in deep dejection.
“Who is that, Miles?” she asked.
“Why, that’s my comrade, chum, and friend, whom I have so often written about, Willie Armstrong. Come. I will introduce you.”
“Oh! how selfish of me!” cried the widow, starting forward and not waiting for the introduction; “Mr Armstrong—I’m so sorry; forgive me! I promised to let you know that your wife waits to meet you at the Soldiers’ Institute.”
The difference between darkness and light seemed to pass over the soldier’s face, then a slight shade of anxiety clouded it. “She is not ill, is she?”
“No, no, quite well,” said Mrs Milton, with a peculiar19 smile; “but she thought it wiser not to risk a meeting on the jetty as the east wind is sharp. I’m so sorry I did not tell you at once, but I selfishly thought only—”
“Pray make no apology, madam,” interrupted Armstrong. “I’m so thankful that all is well. I had begun to fear that something must be wrong, for my Emmy never disappoints me. If she thinks it wiser not to meet on the jetty, it is wiser!”
A crowd of men pushed between them at this moment. Immediately after, a female shout was heard, followed by the words, “There he is! Och, it’s himsilf—the darlint!”
Mrs Flynn had discovered the little corporal, and her trooper son, Terence, who had come down with her, stood by to see fair-play while the two embraced.
Drifting with a rather rapid tide of mingled20 human beings, Miles and his mother soon found themselves stranded21 beside the coffee-shed. Retiring behind this they continued their conference there, disturbed only by wind and weather, while the distribution of hot coffee was going on in front.
Meanwhile, when leave was obtained, Armstrong made his way to the Institute, where the old scene of bustle22 and hilarity23 on the arrival of a troop-ship was going on. Here, in a private room, he discovered Emmy and the cause of her not appearing on the jetty.
“Look at him—Willie the second!” cried the little woman, holding up a bundle of some sort. The soldier was staggered for a moment—the only infantry24 that had ever staggered him!—for his wife had said nothing about this bundle in her letters. He recovered, however, and striding across the room embraced the wife and the bundle in one tremendous hug!
The wife did not object, but the bundle did, and instantly set up a howl that quite alarmed the father, and was sweetest music in the mother’s ears!
“Now tell me,” said the little woman, after calming the baby and putting it in a crib; “have you brought Miles Milton home all safe?”
“Yes, all right, Emmy.”
“And is he married to that dear girl you wrote about?”
“No, not yet—of course.”
“But are they engaged?”
“No. Miles told me that he would not presume to ask her while he had no home to offer her.”
“Pooh! He’s a goose! He ought to make sure of her, and let the home look after itself. He may lose her. Girls, you know, are changeable, giddy things!”
“I know nothing of the sort, Emmy.”
The young wife laughed, and—well, there is no need to say what else she did.
About the same time, Mrs Milton and her son were seated in another private room of the Institute finishing off that interchange of confidences which had begun in such confusion. As it happened, they were conversing25 on the same subject that occupied Emmy and her husband.
“You have acted rightly, Miles,” said the mother, “for it would have been unfair and selfish to have induced the poor girl to accept you until you had some prospect26 of a home to give her. God will bless you for doing the right, and trusting to Him. And now, dear boy, are you prepared for bad news?”
“Prepared for anything!” answered Miles, pressing his mother’s hand, “but I hope the bad news does not affect you, mother.”
“It does. Your dear father died a bankrupt. I shrank from telling you this when you were wounded and ill. So you have to begin again the battle of life with only one hand, my poor boy, for the annuity27 I have of twenty pounds a year will not go far to keep us both.”
Mrs Milton tried to speak lightly on this point, by way of breaking it to her son, but she nearly broke down, for she had already begun to feel the pinch of extreme poverty, and knew it to be very, very different from what “well-off” people fancy. The grave manner in which her son received this news filled her with anxiety.
“Mother,” he said, after pondering in silence for a few moments, and taking her hand in his while he slipped the handless arm round her waist, “the news is indeed serious, but our Father whom you have trusted so long will not fail us now. Happily it is my right hand that has been spared, and wonders, you know, may be wrought28 with a strong right hand, especially if assisted by a strong left stump29, into which spoons, forks, hooks, and all manner of ingenious contrivances can be fitted. Now, cheer up, little mother, and I’ll tell you what we will do. But first, is there nothing left? Do the creditors30 take everything?”
“All, I believe, except some of the furniture which has been kindly31 left for us to start afresh with. But we must quit the old home next month. At least, so I am told by my kind little lawyer, who looks after everything, for I understand nothing.”
“Your mention of a lawyer reminds me, mother, that a poor sergeant32, who died a short time ago in Egypt, made me his executor, and as I am painfully ignorant of the duties of an executor I’ll go and see this ‘kind little lawyer’ if you will give me his address.”
Leaving Miles to consult his lawyer, we will now turn to a meeting—a grand tea-fight—in the great hall of the Institute, that took place a few days after the return of the troop-ship which brought our hero and his friends to England. Some telling incidents occurred at this fight which render it worthy33 of notice.
First, Miss Robinson herself presided and gave a stirring address, which, if not of much interest to readers who did not hear it, was a point of immense attraction to the hundreds of soldiers, sailors, and civilians34 to whom it was delivered, for it was full of sympathy, and information, and humour, and encouragement, and, above all, of the Gospel.
Everybody worth mentioning was there—that is, everybody connected with our tale who was in England at the time. Miles and his mother of course were there, and Armstrong with Emmy—ay, and with Willie the second too—who was pronounced on all hands to be the born image of his father. Alas35 for his father, if that had been true! A round piece of dough36 with three holes punched in it and a little knot in the midst would have borne as strong a resemblance to Miles as that baby did. Nevertheless, it was a “magnificent” baby! and “so good,” undeniably good, for it slept soundly in its little mother’s lap the whole evening!
Stevenson was also there, you may be sure; and so were Moses and Sutherland, and Rattling37 Bill Simkin and Corporal Flynn, with his mother and Terence the Irish trooper, who fraternised with Johnson the English trooper, who was also home on the sick-list—though he seemed to have a marvellous colour and appetite for a sick man.
“Is that the ‘Soldiers Friend?’” asked Simkin, in a whisper, of a man who stood near him, as a lady came on the platform and took the chair.
“Ay, that’s her,” answered the man—and the speaker was Thomas Tufnell, the ex-trooper of the Queen’s Bays, and the present manager of the Institute—“Ay, that’s the ‘Soldier’s Friend.’”
“Well, I might have guessed it,” returned Simkin, “from the kindly way in which she shook hands with a lot of soldiers just now.”
“Yes, she has shook hands with a good many red-coats in her day, has the ‘Soldier’s Friend,’” returned the manager. “Why, I remember on one occasion when she was giving a lecture to soldiers, and so many men came forward to shake hands with her that, as she told me herself, her hand was stiff and swelled38 all night after it!”
“But it’s not so much for what she has done for ourselves that we’re grateful to her,” remarked a corporal, who sat on Simkin’s right, “as for what she has done for our wives, widows, and children, through the Soldiers’ and Sailors’ Wives’ Aid Association. Lookin’ arter them when we’re away fightin’ our country’s battles has endeared her to us more than anything else.”
Thus favourably39 predisposed, Simkin was open to good impressions that night. But, indeed, there was an atmosphere—a spirit of good-will—in the hall that night which rendered many others besides Simkin open to good impressions. Among the civilians there was a man named Sloper, who had for some time past been carefully fished for by an enthusiastic young red-coat whom he had basely misled and swindled. He had been at last hooked by the young red-coat, played, and finally landed in the hall, with his captor beside him to keep him there—for Sloper was a slippery fish, with much of the eel12 in his nature.
Perhaps the most unexpected visitors to the hall were two ladies in mourning, who had just arrived from Egypt by way of Brindisi. Mrs and Miss Drew, having occasion to pass through Portsmouth on their way home, learned that there was to be a tea-fight at the Institute, and Marion immediately said, “I should like so much to see it!”
However much “so much” was, Mrs Drew said she would like to see it as much, so away they went, and were conducted to the front row. There Miles saw them! With his heart in his mouth, and his head in confusion, he quietly rose, bade his wondering mother get up; conducted her to the front seat, and, setting her down beside the Drews, introduced them. Then, sitting down beside Marion, he went in for a pleasant evening.
And it was a pleasant evening! Besides preliminary tea and buns, there were speeches, songs, recitations, etcetera,—all being received with immense satisfaction by a crowded house, which had not yet risen to the unenviable heights of classical taste and blaséism. As for Miles and Marion, nothing came amiss to them! If a singer had put B flat in the place of A natural they would have accepted it as quite natural. If a humourist had said the circle was a square, they would have believed it—in a sense—and tried to square their reason accordingly.
But nothing is without alloy40 in this life. To the surprise of Miles and his mother, their “kind little lawyer” also made his appearance in the hall. More than that, he insisted, by signs, that Miles should go out and speak with him. But Miles was obdurate41. He was anchored, and nothing but cutting the cable could move him from his anchorage.
At last the “kind little man” pushed his way through the crowd.
“I must have a word with you, my dear sir. It is of importance,” he said.
“My dear sir,” said the little man, seizing his hand, “I congratulate you.”
“You’re very kind, but pray, explain why.”
“I find that you are heir to a considerable fortune.”
Miles was somewhat interested in this, and asked, “How’s that?”
“Yes; what then? That can’t be the fortune!”
“Indeed it is. Hardy, you remember, made you his residuary legatee. I find, on inquiry45, that the old cousin you told me about, who meant to leave all his money to build a hospital, changed his mind at the last and made out a will in favour of Hardy, who was his only relative. So, you see, you, being Hardy’s heir, have come into possession of something like two thousand a year.”
To this Miles replied by a whistle of surprise, and then said, “Is that all?”
“Upon my word, sir,” said the ‘kind little lawyer,’ in a blaze of astonishment46, “you appear to take this communication in a peculiar manner!”
“You mistake me,” returned Miles, with a laugh. “I don’t mean ‘is that all the fortune?’ but ‘is that all you have to say?’”
“It is, and to my mind I have said a good deal.”
“You certainly have. And, believe me, I am not indifferent or unthankful, but—but—the fact is, that at present I am particularly engaged. Good-bye, and thank you.”
So saying, Miles shook the puzzled old gentleman heartily47 by the hand, and hurried back to his anchorage in the hall.
“I’ve done it, mother!” whispered Miles, two days thereafter, in the privacy of the Institute reading-room.
“Miles!” said the startled lady, with a reproachful look, “I thought you said that nothing would induce you—”
“Circumstances have altered, mother. I have had a long consultation48 with your ‘kind little lawyer,’ and he has related some interesting facts to me.”
“So, you see, I went and proposed at once—not to the lawyer—to Marion.”
“And was accepted?”
“Well—yes. I could hardly believe it at the time. I scarcely believe it now, so I’m going back this afternoon to make quite sure.”
“I congratulate you, my darling boy, for a good wife is God’s best gift to man.”
“How do you know she is good, mother?”
“I know it, because—I know it! Anybody looking in her face can see it. And with two thousand a year, why—”
“One thousand, mother.”
“I thought you said two, my son.”
“So I did. That is the amount of the fortune left by the eccentric old hospital-for-incurables founder50. When poor Hardy made out his will he made me residuary legatee because the trifle he had to leave—his kit51, etcetera,—was not worth dividing between me and Armstrong. If it had been worth much he would have divided it. It is therefore my duty now to divide it with my friend.”
But in our anxiety to tell you these interesting facts, dear reader, we have run ahead of the tea-fight! To detail all its incidents, all its bearings, all its grand issues and blessed influences, would require a whole volume. We return to it only to mention one or two gratifying facts.
It was essentially52 a temperance—that is, a total-abstinence, a blue-ribbon—meeting, and, at the end, the “Soldiers’ Friend” earnestly invited all who felt so disposed to come forward and sign the pledge. At the same time, medals and prizes were presented to those among the civilians who had loyally kept their pledge intact for certain periods of time. On an average, over a thousand pledges a year are taken at the Institute, and we cannot help thinking that the year we are writing of must have exceeded the average—to judge from the numbers that pressed forward on this particular night.
There were soldiers, sailors, and civilians; men, women, and children. Amongst the first, Rattling Bill Simkin walked to the front—his moral courage restored to an equality with his physical heroism—and put down his name. So did Johnson and Sutherland—the former as timid before the audience as he had been plucky53 before the Soudanese, but walking erect54, nevertheless, as men do when conscious that they are in the right; the latter “as bold as brass”—as if to defy the world in arms to make him ever again drink another drop of anything stronger than tea.
Moses Pyne also “put on the blue,” although, to do him justice, he required no protection of that sort, and so did Corporal Flynn and Terence and their mother—which last, if truth must be told, stood more in need of the pledge than her stout55 sons.
Among the civilians several noted56 personages were influenced in the right direction. Chief among these was sodden57, blear-eyed, disreputable Sloper, whose trembling hand scrawled58 a hieroglyphic59, supposed to represent his name, which began indeed with an S, but ended in a mysterious prolongation, and was further rendered indecipherable by a penitent60 tear which fell upon it from the point of his red, red nose!
Some people laughed, and said that there was no use in getting Sloper to put on the blue-ribbon, that he was an utterly61 demoralised man, that he had no strength of character, that no power on earth could save him! They were right. No power on earth could save him—or them! These people forgot that it is not the righteous but sinners who are called to repentance62.
Time passed away and wrought its wonted changes. Among other things, it brought back to Portsmouth big, burly Jack Molloy, as hearty63 and vigorous as he was when being half-hanged in the Soudan, but—minus a leg! Poor Jack! a spent cannon-ball—would that it had been spent in vain!—removed it, below the knee, much more promptly64 than it could have been taken off by the surgeon’s knife. But what was loss to the Royal Navy was gain to Portsmouth, for Jack Molloy came home and devoted65 himself, heart and soul, to the lending of “a helping66 hand” to his fellow-creatures in distress—devoting his attentions chiefly to the region lying round Nobbs Lane, and causing himself to be adored principally by old women and children. And there and thus he probably works to this day—at least, some very like him do.
When not thus engaged he is prone67 to take a cruise to a certain rural district in the south of England, where he finds congenial company in two very tall, erect, moustached, dignified68 gentlemen, who have a tendency to keep step as they walk, one of whom has lost his left hand, and who dwell in two farm-houses close together.
These two gentlemen have remarkably69 pretty wives, and wonderfully boisterous70 children, and the uproar71 which these children make when Molloy comes to cast anchor among them, is stupendous! As for the appearance of the brood, and of Jack after a spree among the hay, the word has yet to be invented which will correctly describe it.
The two military-looking farmers are spoken of by the people around as philanthropists. Like true philanthropists, whose foundation-motive is love to God, they do not limit their attentions to their own little neighbourhood, but allow their sympathies and their benefactions to run riot round the world—wheresoever there is anything that is true, honourable72, just, pure, lovely, or of good report to be thought of, or done, or assisted.
Only one of these acts of sympathy and benefaction we will mention. Every Christmas there is received by Miss Robinson at the Soldiers’ Institute, Portsmouth, a huge hamper73 full of old and new garments of all kinds—shoes, boots, gowns, frocks, trousers, shawls, comforters, etcetera,—with the words written inside the lid—“Blessed are they that consider the poor.” And on the same day come two cheques in a letter. We refuse, for the best of all reasons, to divulge74 the amount of those cheques, but we consider it no breach75 of confidence to reveal the fact that the letter containing them is signed by two old and grateful Blue Lights.
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