Fire! There is something appalling1 in the cry to most ears; something deadly in the sound; something that tells of imminent2 danger and urgent haste. After David Boone’s first alarm was given, other voices took it up; passers-by became suddenly wild, darted3 about spasmodically and shouted it; late sitters-up flung open their windows and proclaimed it; sleepers5 awoke crying, “What! where?” and, huddling6 on their clothes, rushed out to look at it; little boys yelled it; frantic7 females screamed it, and in a few minutes the hubbub8 in Poorthing Lane swelled9 into a steady roar.
Among the sound sleepers in that region was Miss Deemas. The fair head of that lady reposed10 on its soft pillow all unconscious of the fact that she was even then being gently smoked before being roasted alive.
Miss Tippet, on the very first note of alarm, bounced out of bed with an emphatic11 “There!” which was meant to announce the triumphant12 fulfilment of an old prophecy which she had been in the habit of making for some time past; namely, that Matty Merryon would certainly set the house on fire if she did not take care!
The energy with which Miss Tippet sprang to the floor and exclaimed “There!” caused Emma Ward13 to open her eyes to the utmost possible extent, and exclaim, “Where?”
Without waiting for a reply she too bounded out of bed like an indiarubber ball, and seeing (for there was always a night-light in the room) that Miss Tippet’s face was as white as her night-dress, she attempted to shriek14, but failed, owing to a lump of some kind that had got somehow into her throat, and which refused to be swallowed on any terms.
The repetition of the cry, “Fire! fire!” outside, induced both ladies at once to become insane. Miss Tippet, with a touch of method even in her madness, seized the counterpane, wrapped it round her, and rushed out of the room and downstairs. Emma followed her example with a blanket, and also fled, just as Matty Merryon, who slept in an attic15 room above, tumbled down her wooden staircase and burst into the room by another door, uttering a wild exclamation16 that was choked in the bud partly by terror, partly by smoke. Attempting in vain to wrap herself in a bolster17, Matty followed her mistress. All three had utterly18 forgotten the existence of Miss Deemas. That strong-minded lady being, as we have hinted, a sound sleeper4, was not awakened19 by the commotion20 in the street. In fact, she was above such weaknesses. Becoming aware of a crackling sound and a sensation of smoke, she smiled sweetly in her slumbers21, and, turning gently on her other side, with a sigh, dreamed ardently22 of fried ham and eggs—her usual breakfast.
While these events were occurring the cry of fire had reached the ears of one of London’s guardians23; our friend Samuel Forest. That stout-hearted man was seated at the time rapping the sides of his sentry-box with his head, in a useless struggle with sleep. He had just succumbed24, and was snoring out his allegiance to the great conqueror25, when the policeman on the beat dashed open his door and shouted “Fire!”
Sam was a calm, self-possessed man. He was no more flurried by this sudden, unexpected, and fierce shout of “Fire,” than he would have been if the policeman had in a mild voice made a statement of water. But, although self-possessed and cool, Sam was not slow. With one energetic effort he tripped up and floored the conqueror with one hand, as it were, while he put on his black helmet with the other, and in three minutes more the fire-escape was seen coming up the lane like a rampant26 monster of the antediluvian27 period.
It was received by the crowd with frantic cheers, because they had just become aware that a lady was asleep in one of the upper rooms, which were by that time unapproachable, owing to the lower part of the staircase having caught fire.
The fact was made known with a sudden look of horror by Miss Tippet, who, with Emma Ward, had been rescued from the first-floor window by a gallant28 policeman. This man, having procured29 a ladder, entered the house at considerable personal risk, and carried the ladies out in safety, one after the other; an event, we may remark in passing, which is not of rare occurrence at London fires, where the police are noted30 for their efficient services and for the daring of some of the members of the force, many of whom have received medals and other rewards for acts of personal daring in attempting to save life before the firemen had arrived on the ground.
Having put Miss Tippet and Emma in a place of security, the policeman was about to make a desperate attempt to reach the upper floor by rushing through the flames, when the escape came up and rendered it unnecessary.
Dozens of tongues and hundreds of voices directed Sam Forest to the right window. He pointed31 his escape towards it, but so vigorous was the uninvited assistance lent by the crowd that the head of the machine went crashing through it and dashed the frame into the middle of the room.
To say that Miss Deemas was horror-struck by such an awakening32 would be to use a mild expression. Her strong mind was not strong enough to prevent her strong body from trembling like an aspen leaf, as she lay for a few moments unable to cry or move. Suddenly she believed that she was dreaming, and that the instrument which had burst through her window was a nightmare or a guillotine, and she made dreadful efforts to pinch herself awake without success. Next moment a man’s head, looking very grim in the light of a bull’s-eye lamp, appeared at the top of the guillotine. So far this was in keeping with her idea; but when the head leapt into the room, followed by its relative body, and made a rush at her, Miss Deemas cast courage and philosophy to the dogs, gave herself over to abject33 fear, uttered a piercing shriek, dipped her head under the bedclothes, and, drawing her knees up to her mouth, clasped her hands over them in agony.
“Come, ma’am, don’t take on so; no time to lose; floor’s goin’ down!” said Sam. He coughed as he said it, for the smoke was getting thicker every moment.
Shriek upon shriek was the only answer vouchsafed34 by the terrified Eagle. A wild cheer from the mob outside seemed to be a reply of encouragement to her; but it was not so; it was called forth35 by the sudden appearance of a fire-engine dashing round the corner of the lane.
“Be quiet, my good lady,” said Sam Forest in a voice of tenderness; but if his voice was tender his actions were the reverse, for it was now a matter of life or death; so he grasped the Eagle, bedclothes and all, in his arms, and bore her to the window.
It is probable that this act revived in Miss Deemas some reminiscences of her childhood, for she suddenly straightened herself out and struggled violently, after the manner of those sweet little ones who won’t be made to sit on nurse’s knees. Being a tall, heavy woman, she struggled out of Sam’s grasp and fell to the floor; but her victory was short-lived. Another moment and that bold man had her round the waist, in a grasp from which she could not free herself. Sam was considerate, however, and polite even in this extremity36. He begged pardon as he wrapped the bedclothes round his victim, and lifting her into the head of the escape, let her go.
No swoop37 that the Eagle ever made (mentally) down upon base, unworthy, arrogant39 man, was at all comparable to the descent which she made (physically) on that occasion into the arms of an expectant fireman! She held her breath, also the blankets, tightly, as she went down like a lightning-flash, and felt that she was about to be dashed to pieces, but to her surprise soft cushions received her, and she was immediately borne, by another of these desperate men in helmets, into an adjoining house, and left unhurt in the arms of her sympathetic friend Miss Tippet.
“Oh, my dear, dear Julia!” exclaimed Miss Tippet, shutting the door of the room into which they had been ushered40, and assisting her friend to disentangle herself from the bedclothes. “Oh! what a mercy we’ve not all been roasted alive like beef steaks—or—oh! what a sight you are, my darling! You must have got it coming down that dreadful thing—the what’s-’is-name, you know. Shall I ring for water?”
“Tut, nonsense!” exclaimed the Eagle, panting as well from nervous excitement as exhaustion41; “you are always so fussy42, Emelina. Please assist me to tie this string, Miss Ward.”
“Yes, I know I’m fussy, dear Julia!” exclaimed Miss Tippet, bustling43 nervously44 about the room; “but I can’t help it, and I’m so thankful for—; but it was so bold in these noble fellows to risk their lives to—”
“Noble fellows!” shouted Miss Deemas, with flashing eyes, “d’you call it noble to pull me out of bed, and roll me in a blanket and shoot me down a—a—I don’t know what, like a sack of coals? Noble fellows, indeed! Brutes45!”
Here Miss Deemas clasped her hands above her head in a passion of conflicting feelings, and, being unable to find words for utterance46, burst into a flood of tears, dropped into a chair, and covered her face with both hands.
“Dear, dear, darling Julia!” said Miss Tippet soothingly47.
“Don’t speak to me!” sobbed48 the Eagle passionately49, and stamping her foot; “I can’t bear to think of it.”
“But you know, dear,” persevered50 her friend, “they could not help being—being—what d’you call it?—energetic, you know, for it was not rough. We should all have been roasted to death but for them, and I feel very, very grateful to them. I shall respect that policeman as long as I live.”
“Ah, sure an’ he is a dacent boy now,” said Matty Merryon, who entered the room just then; “the way he lifted you an’ Miss Emma up an’ flung ye over his showlder, as aisy as if ye was two bolsters51, was beautiful to look at; indade it was. Shure it remimbered me o’ the purty pottery52 ye was readin’ just the other night, as was writ53 by O’Dood or O’Hood—”
“Hood,” suggested Miss Tippet.
“P’r’aps it was,” said Matty; “he’d be none the worse of an O before his name anyhow. But the pottery begood with— ‘Take her up tinderly, lift her with care,’ if I don’t misremimber.”
“Will you hold your tongue!” cried the Eagle, looking up suddenly and drying her eyes.
“Surely, miss,” said Matty, with a toss of her head; “anything to plaize ye.”
It is due to Matty to say that, while the policeman was descending54 the ladder with her mistress, she had faithfully remained to comfort and encourage Emma; and after Emma was rescued she had quietly descended55 the ladder without assistance, having previously56 found time to clothe herself in something a little more ample and appropriate than a bolster.
But where was David Boone all this time? Rather say, where was he not? Everywhere by turns, and nowhere long, was David to be seen, in the frenzy57 of his excitement. Conscience-smitten, for what he had done, or rather intended to do, he ran wildly about, making the most desperate efforts to extinguish the fire.
No one knows what he can do till he is tried. That is a proverb (at least if it is not it ought to be) which embraces much deep truth. The way in which David Boone set personal danger at defiance58, and seemed to regard suffocation59 by smoke or roasting by fire as terminations of life worth courting, was astounding60, and rendered his friends and neighbours dumb with amazement61.
David was now on the staircase among the firemen, fighting his way up through fire and smoke, for the purpose of saving Miss Tippet, until he was hauled forcibly back by Dale or Baxmore—who were in the thick of it as usual. Anon, down in the basement, knee-deep in water, searching for the bodies of his two shopmen, both of whom were standing62 comfortably outside, looking on. Presently he was on the leads of the adjoining house, directing, commanding, exhorting63, entreating64, the firemen there to point their branch at the “blue bedroom.” Soon after he was in the street, tearing his hair, shouting that it was all his fault; that he did it, and that it would kill him.
Before the fire was put out, poor Boone’s eyelashes and whiskers were singed65 off; little hair was left on his head, and that little was short and frizzled. His clothes, of course, were completely soaked; in addition to which, they were torn almost to shreds66, and some of his skin was in the same condition. At last he had to be forcibly taken in charge, and kept shut up in an adjoining house, from the window of which he watched the destruction of his property and his hopes.
Almost superhuman efforts had been made by the firemen to save the house. Many a house in London had they saved that year, partially67 or wholly; as, indeed, is the case every year, and many thousands of pounds’ worth of property had they rescued; but this case utterly defied them. So well had the plot been laid; so thoroughly68 had the combustibles been distributed and lubricated with inflammable liquids, that all the engines in the metropolis69 would have failed to extinguish that fire.
David Boone knew this, and he groaned70 in spirit. The firemen knew it not, and they worked like heroes.
There was a shout at last among the firemen to “look out!” It was feared one of the partition walls was coming down, so each man beat a hasty retreat. They swarmed71 out at the door like bees, and were all safe when the wall fell—all safe, but one, Joe Corney, who, being a reckless man, took things too leisurely72, and was knocked down by the falling bricks.
Moxey and Williams ran back, and carried him out of danger. Then, seeing that he did not recover consciousness, although he breathed, they carried him at once to the hospital. The flames of the burning house sprang up, just then, as if they leaped in triumph over a fallen foe73; but the polished surface of poor Joe’s helmet seemed to flash back defiance at the flames as they bore him away.
After the partition wall fell, the fire sank, and in the course of a few hours it was extinguished altogether. But nothing whatever was saved, and the firemen had only the satisfaction of knowing that they had done their best, and had preserved the adjoining houses, which would certainly have gone, but for their untiring energy.
By this time, David Boone, besides being mad, was in a raging fever. The tenant74 of the house to which he had been taken was a friend, as well as a neighbour of his own—a greengrocer, named Mrs Craw, and she turned out to be a good Samaritan, for she insisted on keeping Boone in her house, and nursing him; asserting stoutly75, and with a very red face (she almost always asserted things stoutly, and with a red face), that Mister Boone was one of ’er best an’ holdest friends, as she wouldn’t see ’im go to a hospital on charity—which she despised, so she did—as long as there was a spare bed in her ’ouse, so there was—which it wasn’t as long as could be wished, considerin’ Mister Boone’s height; but that could be put right by knocking out the foot-board, and two cheers, so it could—and as long she had one copper76 to rub on another; no, though she was to be flayed77 alive for her hospitality. By which round statement, Mrs Craw was understood to imply a severe rebuke78 to Mrs Grab—another greengrocer over the way (and a widow)—who had been heard to say, during the progress of the fire, that it served Boone right, and that she wouldn’t give him a helping79 hand in his distress80 on any account whatever.
Why Mrs Grab was so bitter and Mrs Craw so humane81 is a matter of uncertainty82; but it was generally believed that the former having had a matrimonial eye on Boone, and that Boone having expressed general objections to matrimony—besides having gone of late to Mrs Craw for his vegetables—had something to do with it.
Next day, D. Gorman happened, quite in a casual way of course, to saunter into Poorthing Lane; and it was positively83 interesting to note—as many people did note—the surprise and consternation84 with which he received the news of the fire from the people at the end of the lane who first met him, and who knew him well.
“Wery sad, ain’t it, sir?” said a sympathetic barber. “He was sitch a droll85 dog too. He’ll be quite a loss to the neighbourhood; won’t he, sir?”
“I hope he won’t,” said Gorman, loud enough to be heard by several persons who lounged about their doors. “I hope to see him start afresh, an’ git on better than ever, poor fellow; at least, I’ll do all I can to help him.”
“Ah! you’ve helped him already, sir, more than once, I believe; at least so he told me,” said the barber, with an approving nod.
“Well, so I have,” returned Gorman modestly, “but he may be assured that any trifle he owes me won’t be called for just now. In fact, my small loan to him is an old debt, which I might have got any time these last six years, when he was flourishing; so I’m not going to press him now, poor fellow. He’s ill, you say?”
“Yes, so I’m told; raither serious too.”
“That’s very sad; where is he?”
“With Mrs Craw, sir, the greengrocer.”
“Ah, I’ll go and see him. Good-day.”
Gorman passed on, with as much benignity86 thrown into his countenance87 as it could contain; and the barber observed, as he re-entered his shop, that, “that man was a better fellow than he looked.”
But Gorman’s intentions, whatever they might have been, were frustrated88 at that time; for he found Boone in high fever, and quite delirious89. He did not, however, quit the house without putting, as he expressed it, at least one spoke90 in his wheel; for he conducted himself in such a way towards Mrs Craw, and expressed so much feeling for her friend “and his,” that he made quite a favourable91 impression on that worthy38 woman. He also left a sovereign, wherewith to purchase any little luxuries for the sick man, that might be conducive92 to his health and comfort, and went away with the assurance that he would look in to inquire for him as often as he could.
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