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THE
CAPTAIN'S Cabin.
Jl Chratmas Barn.
BY EDWARD JENKINS, M. P.
Author of "Little Hodge," "Lord Bantam,"
" GiNx's Baby," &c.
Illustrated by Wallis MacKay,
MONTREAL: :
DAWSON BROTHERS, PUBLISHERS.
1878.
ir iHitTr- iilriTpij^r iTTTr
2033
Entered according to Act of Parliament of Canada, in the
year 1877, by
DAWSON BROTHERS,
in the Off.ce of the Minister of AgriciUture.
A. A. Stevenson, Printer.
PREFACE.
^
/^^RITICS have'often brought an objection
— among others — against the few books
I have written, that " they are written with a
purpose." To The CaNains Cabin they will
no doubt object that it is written without a
purpose. And so, like the famous old man
with his a3s, who ever since he was invented
has been the stock friend of authors writlno-
prefaces, I shall no doubt be still held by the
critics to have pleased nobody. But that
makes me love them none the less. If they
speak well, I find that people buy the books
to find out whether the judgment be true. If
they speak ill, all the world desires to know
for itself the reasons for their distaste. Where-
fore I wish all my critics a most hearty
VI
PREFACE.
Christmas and a good digestion, that whetlier
they be disposed to approve or to disdain,
they may e'en do it with all their might.
To my public, always so kind to me in that
most touching of compliments to an author
or an artist, the buying of his works, I may
say, that although in The Captains Cabin I
have not had before me any of the definite
purposes of philanthropy or social reform
which were the chief moi"ives of books like
Ginxs Baby and Lutchmee and Dilloo, this
book will not be found to be wholly with-
out a purpose. If it should only make you
soundly merry at this festive time, or read
you some good lesson of human sympathy,
forbearance, and ch:irity, I shall not be dis-
contented. Wherefore also unto you all, my
readers everywhere, I wish all the blessings
and pleasures of a healthy and a merry
Christmas! E. J.
CONTENTS.
THE DINNER BELL
CHAPTER I.
*•• ••• ••• •«
••• ••• At*
PAGFi
I
CHAPTER II.
IN THE STEERAGE
27
CHAPTER III.
A FELON ABOARD 38
CHAPTER IV.
A CURIOUS IMBROGLIO ^I
A SEA LAWYER
CHAPTER V.
••• ••• ••. •.. ••• ... 88
CHAPTER VI.
A VALET TO ORDER ,,,
••• ... •<• ... ,., ,,, ,,, i|_
via
CONTENTS.
CHAPTER VII.
I'AGE
A MIXED COMPANY I25
CHArTER VIII.
FEMININE MYSTERIES
■•• •••
••• •••
CHAPTER IX.
THE REPRISAL OF THE PAST
«9« ••• ••• ••• ••
137
149
CHAPTER X.
A BOW SHOT AT A VENTURE 165
CHAPTER XI.
THE DISCOVERY 184
CHAPTER XII.
THE RESURRECTION OF HOPE ... .
•• ••• ••• •••
209
CHAPTER XIII.
THE RECONCILIATION - 221
CHAPTER XIV.
A RUNAWAY MATCH ... 234
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PAGE
... 125
... 137
149
THE CAPTAIN'S CABIN.
... 165
... 184
209
. ... 221
234
CHAPTER I.
THE DINNER BELL.
"TAING-DONG, dmg-doMg, ding-dong, ding-dong,
ding-dong, ding-a~dong ! The great ship
Kamschatkan, 3,500 tons. Captain Windlass, R.N.R.,
commanding, had cleared the Mersey, and was
running up the channel for the west of the Isle of
Man, the breeze being light at N.E., and her speed
twelve knots. But for the thud and vibration of
her screw twirling on the great shaft in mighty-
revolutions to the splendid play of a pair of Penn's
marvellous engines, whose enormous cylinders os-
cillated to and fro with an ease and quietness that
THE captain's cabin.
was almost appalling to a spectacor ; and but for
the evidence of their eyes, as the grccn-sct river
banks, with their charming panorama of wood and
field and mansion, with here and there the spires or
• towers of hamlet churches, and all the other sweet
features of English scenery, had swiftly passed from
view, the passengers would scarcely have believed
themselves to be driving through the water nearly
at the speed of a racehorse — six hundred of them,
with bag and baggage, and some thousands of tons
of merchandise into the bargain. •
Less than three hours before, the majestic
vessel displayed from the pier, to the eager eyes of
the last batch of first-class passengers, who were
with much ado embarking on the tender, her long
and graceful hulk floating out in the middle of
the noble river, the Union Jack at the stern, the
pennon of the steamship company at the fore peak,
her masts and spars sharply relieved against a
black cloud, while the sun from its westering path
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THE DINNER BELL.
picked out with a golden burnish the complicated
tracery of tackle and stay, of rigging, rope, and
spar.
The funnel vomited smoke, which the lazy
breeze bore aft in a broad black ribbon, and across
the river could be heard the bellowing of the great
steam pipe, as the engineer, watching his gauges
curbed the impatience of the hissing boilers. The
tiny tender, rolling in the slight swell of the river,
came bowling alongside with her deck crowded.
From amidships to the bow of the giant vessel
steerage emigrants pressed to the starboard bul-
warks, to watch the embarkation of the few scores
of " fellow " passengers who w ere to occupy the
luxurious cabins, and enjoy if they were able the
rich fare, of the saloon deck. The canny Scotch
and Canadian passengers, who had gone aboard
by an earlier tender, and had seen and " nobbled "
their stewards and stewardesses, and settled down
comfortably in their cabins, and secured the best
THE captain's CABIN.
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seats at table, now peered curiously over at the later
arrivals, with whom they were to eat and drink and
talk and quarel and vomit in friendly community
for the next ten or twelve days. These astute
persons had already studied the list of passengers
which lay before the purser in the saloon, and had
to some extent drawn therefrom their own con-
clusions as to the chances of a pleasant company
for the voyage.
Meanwhile, amidst much uproar, immense con-
fusion, wholesale giving and disregarding of com-
mands, murderous heaving about and pitching down
of luggage, screams, oaths, angry words, laughter,
shouts of captain, mates, stewards, and seamen,
and no little chaffing from the leviathan to the
cockboat and back again, suddenly a bell clangs,
** All ashoic ! " The captain roars from the bridge
to the tender, " Cast oflf there ! " The steam
rushes out with a deafening clangour that drowns
** good-byes," The tender, darting off amid a cloud
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THE DINNER BELL.
5
of waving handkerchiefs and a feeble cheer, takes
away and leaves behind a few aching hearts and
crying eyes ; and then suddenly a little bell rings
from the bridge. A man below lays his hand on a
steel rod ; it moves slowly. It moves ! There is
a second's pause, a rushing mighty sound through
the bowels of the great ship, a quiver ; and the
screw, at the bidding of that slight command,
twirls its tons of iron fluke through resisting tons
of water, just like a child's toy-windmill in a breeze.
Anon, with a shudder that thrills through every
heart on board, from the experienced captain to
the new cabin-boy — from Sir Benjamin Peakman,
K.C.M.G., the swell of the cabin, down to John
and Betsy Smith, children of John and Betsy
Smith from Dorsetshire, steerage passengers, who
are leaving starvation at home to risk it abroad
— the leviathan majestically moves forward.
" We are off! " says Sir Benjamin, with a slight
trace of excitement in his tone, addressing his
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daughter, a young lady of eighteen, fresh from a
crack school near Windsor, where she has been
trying to learn, amongst relatives of royalty, the
accomplishments of an aristocrat. •
"We're off! " says Mr. Sandy McGowkie, of the
firm of McGowkie and Middlemass, who keep a
*' store " at Toronto, where everything a man or
woman can wear or use or waste in the way of
* dry goods " is sold, to yield the thrifty Scots a
handsome twenty thousand dollars a year clear
profit. He speaks to a neat-looking little Scotch-
woman, with a blooming face — just now a trifle
pale — and bright eyes, and a fine row of pearly
teeth, which she displays to perfection as between
a sob (thrown after the tender) and a smile (meant
for McGowkie, who however does not see it) she
faintly echoes, "We're off!" Honest McGowkie
has just brought this little woman from Aber-
deen, his native city, where she has figured for a
few short years back as pretty Miss Auldjo,
THE DINNER BELL.
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daughter of the Reverend Andrew Auldjo, the well-
known U.P. minister. That worthy — having come
off with them in the earliest tender, and given them
many a word of sober warning and good counsel,
along with his parting blessing, emphasised by a
brief exercise of prayer in their little cabin — can
still be discerned on the paddle-box of the tender,
conspicuous by his great height, waving up and
down a tear-damped pocket-handkerchief with the
ungainly regularity of a semaphore, or a flag signal.
For the staunch old man is going back to a
widower's home, and to his Lord's work, with a
shadowed albeit a steadfast heart.
"We're off!" cries poor little Miss Beckwith, a
young lady somewhat short of forty summers, in
a dingy grey travelling dress and coarse straw
hat with a blue veil of ninepenny net, which she
drops over her pale face and moist eyes, as she
takes from her bosom a well-worn locket, contain-
ing the photograph of a man — a man not handsome,
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THE captain's CABIN.
and made even ghastly by the ill-used sun, which
often so effectively resents the work of the so-called
" artists " who endeavour to adapt him to their vile
purposes. But she kisses the glass that protects
the picture, and her poor little heart, which has
throbbed to many a sorrow, pulsates rudely against
the whalebone fencing of her stays — her oldest and
staunchest friend in the world. She is departing —
the steamship company having agreed to carry her
first-class at half price, for I can vouch that steam-
ship companies have both consciences and hearts —
to try her luck as a governess in Canada. That
photograph is one of her brother, a hopeless " ne'er-
do-weel," whom she has practically been keeping
for years out of her small earnings ; from whom
she is indeed now trying to escape ; who only last
night, in the poor inn they stayed at in Liverpool,
got drunk, and struck her, for not leaving him the
few shillings she had kept over to give her a
week or two's chance of life in America ; a brute
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9
whom she left snoring this very day in a drunken
slumber, and all unconscious of her sorrowful
parting kisses. Great Heaven ! what bloodless and .
bleeding hearts get linked together in this mad
world of ours!
"We're off!" says a seedy-looking man, with a
sharp, cold, Jewish face, who has restlessly moved
to and fro among the crowding steerage people,
averting his features whenever they were glanced
at, however casually, and drawing low over his
forehead a great dirty-brown felt wideawake that
looks fit to serve the gloomy turrt of a famous
night-prowling poet. Sharply has this man, and
with increasing restlessness, been watching the
arrival of the tender ; quickly has his eye run
over its company and taken a measure of every
man and woman on board ; anxiously he sees the
steamer at length depart with its lightened load ;
eagerly he watches the captain, leaning on the rail
of the bridge before he gives the critical command ;
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and deep and grateful is the sigh he heaves as he
sees the skipper's hand rise and gently touch the
button which sends the order for the mighty machine
below to begin its labours. And now, drawing a
deep breath, he smiles sardonically on the people
around him, and cries aloud, " We're off! " " Thank
God ! " he adds to himself, with a quaint and
profane stroke of piety. It is the gratitude of a
heart evil and full of evil apprehensions.
"We're off!" says a man to himself in the cap-
tain's cabin, feeling the first thrill of motion, as he
lies on the velvet sofa, and glances round the
darkened chamber, where his valet : as piled up,
in extreme confusion, bags, valises, rugs, sticks, and
boxes — hat, dressing, despatch, or otherwise —
enough for a batch of officials on a Queen's Com-
mission. " Ha ! we're off," he says, sighing. " I
wish I were ashore again, I declare I do." And
he turns his face to the cushion and lies there
motionless, but occasionally grumbling to himself.
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II
This man had the best cabin in the ship, on the
upper deck, starboard side, at the stern end of the
row of deck-houses, which embraced, as is usual in
these big vessels, the cabins of captain, purser,
doctor, the ladies upper saloon, and the smoking-
room, besides enclosing the " companion " leading
down to the spar-deck and its port and starboard
lines of cabins. The captain, for a consideration,
had agreed to give up this luxurious place for the
voyage, and to be satisfied with his great chart-
room amidships, under the bridge, where there
was every convenience for sleeping, and where he
was within hail of everybody. Only the day before
the vessel sailed had an agent arranged with the
owners that his client should occupy the favoured
room astern.
But we shall have gone over the whole vessel
before we return to our sheep, so we come back to
the huge dinner bell, which the youngest and most
energetic steward — like the king of the " ghouls "
n !
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THE CAPTAIN'S CABIN.
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in the tower in Poe's celebrated jingle— is ringing
with all the zest and ferocity of a madman. Hor-
rible, jovial bell ! To-day every one may call it,
with Byron — '
. That tocsin of the soul, the dinner bell!
but to-morrow afternoon, driving up beyond the
north coast of Ireland in the teeth of a nor'-
wester, when that madcap villain stands there,
and for five full minutes bangs and jangles that
brazen bowl about with a brutal jollity, and over
the creak of stay and warping plank, and the shi-
vering thud of the waves on the dead-lights and
on the thin iron skin of the ship, the wild and wan-
ton brawl of that metallic voice will sound like the
crack of doom — it will thrill to many ears as if it
were the demoniac howling of a spirit of the storm,
or like the hideous cachinnation of some diabo-
Jical cynic sitting at the foot of the companion,
and laughing over the sorrows of the wretches who,
huddled and cowering and squirming in their nar-
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ringing
Kor-
ean it,
)nd the
a nor'-
1 there,
es that
id over
he shi-
ts and
d wan-
ike the
as if it
storm,
diabo-
)anion,
js who,
ir nar-
row berths, ha\ e that horrible sensation of going up
to heaven and going down into the deep, so well
described by a psalmist, and have become for the
nonce utterly indifferent where it might all end, if
the infernal torture could only be straightway and
for ever terminated. — But here, again, we must
pull up our too active Pegasus. To begin, we were
too r^/r£7spective ; now we are /respecting too far.
For the moment, at least, when this hideous jangle,
inadequately reported in our first sentence, startles
the ship, the sea is smooth and the air is appe-
tizing, and from nearly every cabin, with few ex-
ceptions, ladies and gentlemen and cads and counter-
jumpers are streaming into the great saloon.
In the broad, long, low room, with its row of
round -eyed lights, its polished panils, gilded
cornices, and flashing mirrors, two tables are laid
out on either side. That to the right, entering
on the port side, is the captain's table, at the top
whereof sit those whom he selects for the honour
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to the number of twelve, friends of himself or the
owners, and distinguished passengers. On the left
is the purser's table, frequented mostly by bachelors,
old and young, and by leery commercials, who are
married when at home, but are travelling for the
voyage en gar^on — a most lively table, where the
purser genially encourages a vast consumption of
strong sherry and stronger whiskies, where rough
joke and bread story are never wanting ; and where,
however dark or unweatherly the day, the men come
up to the call of the imp with the bell, the strong
stomachs of these practised voyagers ever standing
out manfully against the perturbing efforts of storm
and wave.
Soup is on the table. Many of the guests are
seated. Stewards are standing at intervals of every
ten persons on either side of the long tables,
curiously examining their squads of victims, and
forming estimates of the probable amount of the
gratuities when the voyage is over. A bell tinkles,
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15
the covers of the soup tureens come off with a
flourish, their steaming contents are ladled out, and
clattering spoons and smacking lips give testimony
rather to the appetite than to the good-breeding of
the general company. The benches are pretty well
filled. There are eighty-seven cabin passengers on
board. Here and there in the long ranks a hiatus
is visible, the empty chair of some invalid, or weak-
stomached man or woman, or of some one whose
sorrow at parting is keener than appetite. There is
also at first a considerable blank at the head of the
captain's table. He of course is absent. So long as
his ship is in the channel he will not leave the deck.
But to the right and left of his seat several places
are vacant. The cards of the persons to whom they
have been assigned lie on the table-cloth.
" Where are the swells ? " said a coarse-looking
middle-aged man, with cheeks that looked as if
it was no unusual thing for them to weather an
Atlantic storm, and who sat at the foot of the
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captain's table. He addressed a young gentleman
opposite to him, tall, with dark hair and eyes,
well -cut features, and a reserved and haughty
bearing.
The young man lazily lifted his eyes towards
the speaker, and inquired rather with them than by
his tone of voice — which was fashionably drawling
and monotonous — " I beg pardon. What do you
mean .? "
" Why, don't you see," replied the other, not
minding his fellow-traveller's manner, " there ain't
any one at the head of the table, where the swells
sit .? "
" Oh I " returned the young man, quietly apply-
ing himself again to his soup. The red-faced man
plied his spoon vigorously and audibly. When he
had done, he renewed the attack.
"You know, I s'pose, that only the captain's
friends and the ' aristocracy ' are alloived to sit in
the twelve first places ? **
itleman
id eyes,
laughty
towards
than by
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do you
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ed man
Ihcn he
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" No. I am not an experienced traveller. I
never was at sea before," said the other, carelessly.
" Yes," persisted the man ; " it's a sheer bit of
humbug. I've seen fellows sitting up there I
shouldn't care to associate with. There is always
such a lot of snobbery about these things. / prefer
to come to this end of the table. It's the most
independent, and / think the most respectable."
At this moment an elderly gentleman opened
the door which led into the saloon from the pas-
sage, and stepping aside, made way for two ladies,
who, leisurely sailing in, instantly attracted all eyes
at both tables. The first to enter was a large, over-
dressed, haughty-looking woman, whose features,
no longer handsome, were nevertheless striking,
and expressive of a powerful character. As she
stepped through the door, she brusquely lifted her
gold eye-glass, and with a sweep round the saloon,
took in the whole company, deliberately, from the
captain's end round to the purser, and from the
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purser round again to the captain's seat. Then
she turned to her companion, a young girl, here-
after to be described, and beckoning to her to take
the place to the left of the captain, herself secured
that at the post of honour on the right. The
elderly gentleman, who also carried and used
sharply a pair of gold glasses, seated himself next
to the younger lady, on an imperative nod from
the other. We have said that several seats were
unoccupied. The lady again raised her glasses and
read the name on the card placed next to her own.
She then reached over for the card beyond, and
perused it carefully. By a quick impatient move-
ment she ordered the gentleman to hand her the
cards which were in corresponding relation to him
on the other side ; and when she had studied these,
and returned them, she applied herself to her soup.
One card only remained uninspected. It was the
fourth on the captain's right. That one appar-
ently escaped her.
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■t. Then
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;r to take
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The card at her own right hand bore the name
of Mrs. Carpmael, the next one that of Mr. Carp-
mael. On the opposite side, near the elderly
gentleman, were the names of Mr. and Mrs.
McGowkie.
" Of Toronto," the gentleman had said, in answer
to an interrogatory raising of the lady's eyebrows.
" Dry goods."
"Captain's friends, I suppose," she said, care-
lessly.
" Yes. No doubt. McGowkie is making money
— he's a good man of business."
" " Humph ! Well, here he is, I dare say," said the
lady, as the Scotchman, entering first, dressed in
his rough tweed suit, was followed by his pretty
wife, who had mounted a bright coquettish little
cap, which th^ thrifty storeman had selected for
1 or from a wholesale lot at the Wood Street
Warehouse Company's, in London.
Mr. McGowkie nodded to the elderly gentleman,
3»
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THE captain's CABIN.
neither familiarly nor rudely, but with a certain
sedate assurance. He allr'wed his wife to take her
seat next to the knight — for the party at the head
of the table was in fact that of Sir Benjamin Peak-
man — and seeming not to notice the fact that both
his wife and himself were being mercilessly ogled
by Lady Peakman, McGowkie said :
" Sir Benjamin, I beg to introduce you to my
wife, Mistress McGowkie. She's ower fresh as yet
to matrimony, and to sailing, too ; but she'll get
experience in time."
Sir Benjamin thereupon shook hands with Mrs.
McGowkie, with the air of a nobleman condescend-
ing to his housekeeper.
" I congratulate you, Mr. McGowkie," he said,
glancing at Mrs. McGowkie's fresh bright face.
" May I say that you are evidently a fortunate
man } It is not every one who is so successful in
his investments as you always appear to be."
And the knight's eye wandered a moment across.
THE DINNER BELL.
21
to his lady, who was now looking at him through
her glasses. She seemed amused. Pretty Mrs.
McGowkie blushed finely, and then asked for
soup ; and then, suddenly seeing that the fish was
on the table, said she would not take any soup ;
and then, getting quite crimson, sat poring over
her plate for a full five minutes, with her silly
little heart throbbing, throbbing, like a mill-wheel.
Nothing of all this, except the words, had
escaped the eyes of the red-faced man at the foot
of the table, who had in truth been staring with all
his might. Neither had the young gentleman been
entirely blind, though he took his observations
with an indolent ease and affectation of indifference
peculiar to him. He asked no questions.
" Do you know who that old boy is > " said the
red-faced man, a little nettled by the young man's
indifference.
" I do not," replied the other, bending over his
turbot
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THE CAPTAIN'S CABIN.
I
" It's Sir Benjamin Peakman, one of the new
knights they've made to the Order of Saint
Michael and Saint George. He's a wealthy old
fellow from Quebec — was prime minister there
four years ago ; and, for all his airs, was once a
ploughboy."
" Really ! I think the better of him, then," re-
plied the young gentleman, slowly sticking a glass
in his eye, and for a moment or two glancing at
the knight.
The red- faced man was encouraged. It was his
nature to bait his company. He hated men who
were impenetrable, and by fair means or foul, by
cunning or sheer rudeness, he was wont to force
his way over any guard, however practised, strong,
or skilful. He was one of a dozen thick-skinned
commercials such as you may find any voyage,
travelling from Liverpool to Quebec or Portland.
"That swellish-looking old woman," he added,
* with the great pile o' ribbons on her head, and
• t?^*TA.>fc-.>*'ir'*'.^^
THE DINNER BELL.
23
the gold lorney-etts, is Lady Peakman. She's a
strange woman, she is. They call her in Quebec
the leader of society. No one knows who she is
or where she comes from, but folks tell some queer
stories about her. Sir Benjamin Peakman picked
her up, they say, somewhere on the continent, long
ago, when he was travelling there on business as
simple Mr. Peakman. He's her second husband, I
believe. At least, so they say. That girl 's the
only child they have, and a mighty pretty one, too,
only she looks too stuck up. Coming aboard, I
saw her lift her dress, and she had on fine silk
stockings, all pink colour, like a ballet-girl's."
" Humph ! " said the young man, taking no notice
whatever of the girl to whom his attention had
been directed. " You see sharply ; you might be a
haberdasher, sir," looking keenly at his tormentor.
Then, with great nonchalance^ he proceeded to dis-
cuss the stewed kidneys which had now reached
the table.
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THE captain's cabin.
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The red-faced man grew redder for an instant,
for the youth had hit him, by some extraordi-
nary chance, squarely and accurately. He was
Mr. Twopenny, hosier and haberdasher, of West
Notre-Dame Street, Montreal. He relapsed for
awhile upon his food, and waited for another op-
portunity. After a hasty struggle with a large
plate of kidneys and potatoes, he glanced up the
table again.
" La ! there's the Carpmaels come in," he said.
"That man, sir, has the biggest law business in
Montreal. There ain't a lawyer in the province
can touch him. That's his wife, with the thin
nose and nut-cracker face. They say she's dis-
tantly connected with the nobility. I believe she
was over with Lady Blogden, when Sir Antony
was governor."
The young man having finished his entree, and
no doubt feeling called on to say something in ac-
knowledgment of the garrulity of his vis-d-vis,
THE DINNER BELL.
25
said, with a studied drawl, "Ah, you appear to
know everybody on board."
, "Well, I do know a good lot," replied the
other, with unconcealed pride, " but not all of 'em.
Now," he said, leaning his arm on the table, and
stretching forward confidentially, " there's an elderly
man I saw go into the captain's cabin upstairs. I
guess he has taken it for the voyage. He has a
man-servant with him. He ain't here to-night, and
I fancy his seat is the empty one up there near
Mr. Carpmael. I don't know him, and nobody on
board seems to know him. His name is Fex. I
saw it on the boxes. A queer name, ain't it ? No
one I've spoken to ever heard the name before.
Did you .? "
" No," said the other. " I never heard the name
before."
He yawned ostentatiously, and turned to ad-
dress a question to the mild-looking gentleman
beside him, who was dressed in a dark tweed suit,
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THE captain's CABIN.
and wore a black necktie. This gentleman had
been an attentive listener to the loud talk of their
vis-d-vis, and to the mild responses of his neigh-
bour, but had not uttered a word except to the
waiters. He might have been an actor, or a peda-
gogue, or a parson, or a dissenting minister. His
quiet answers attracted the young man, and the
most determined efforts of the rougher traveller
opposite failed to break up the conversation, which
was carried on in a tone that scarcely allowed
a word to reach him. So the red-faced man
turned to his neighbour, who happened to be the
little governess, Miss Beckwith,
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CHAPTER II.
IN THE STEERAGE.
WHILE the saloon passengers were spending
their hour and a half at dinner, and in that
gossip and general canvass of each other's names,
appearances, and characters, which always takes
place at the first symposium on board an outgoing
steamer, the three or four hundred persons in
the steerage were trying to settle down in their
more humble quarters. A strange medley is the
so-called "steerage" of a great ocean packet.
Walk a hundred feet forward from the saloon
cabins, by the port or starboard ways, past the
thin wooden partitions which screen in the
throbbing, quivering movements of the Titanic
machinery; past the scullery and the galley.
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THE captain's CABIN.
where white-turbaned boys and cooks through
all weathers carry on their skilful labour in con-
cocting dishes that are not eaten, or many a time,
if swallowed, never digested, the visitor from
the after portion of the ship reaches, just abaft
the huge foremast, the large square hatchway,
around which in glorious confusion circulate
men, women, and children, of many nations and
conditions. It is a stirring scene. Sailors pass-
ing to the deck from the forecastle bunkers, or idly
lounging about ; scullery boys pushing to and fro
huge basket-waggons of dirty plates, or washing and
preparing the vegetables for the saloon and steerage
meals; laundrymen with the soiled table-linen for
the daily wash ; the baker's assistants bringing up
the flour for the bread of a thousand people from
the storeroom far down on the main deck below
the forecastle, at the extreme bow of the ship ;
rough women chaffing rougher men ; children
swarming in and out ; in fine weather a lively
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39
mob of bantering, laii^liing, and gesticulating folk
of all countries ; in stoimy weather, often a scene
of abject misery, illness, and squalor.
Descend the iron ladder of the hatchway into
the quarters on the main deck. You drop among
a mass of humanity, occupying a great space be-
tween decks, about seven feet high, and extending
from the fore part of the vessel back for about
one-fourth of her length to a point-where the main
bulkheads shut in the hugh area devoted to the
coal and machinery, and to a score of varied uses
in the ship's economy. The only light this space
can receive is from the hatchway down which you
have descended, or from the round ports in the
rough cabins which line the sides of the vessel, and
this only at times when their doors can be left
open by the inmates. The cabins from door to side-
lights are about twelve feet deep. On either side of
the narrow passage, which ru.is athwart the ship,
are great bunkers, one below and one above, di-
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THE captain's CABIN.
vided by rough boards — except in a case where
whole families wish to sleep together — into berths
about two feet and a half wide and six feet long —
very like coffins with the lid off. Into this chamber,
where air can never enter during the whole passage,
except through the door and from the space be-
tween decks outside, which itself depends for fresh
air upon windsails passed down the hatchway (for
the port-lights are only a few feet above the water-
line and cannot be opened during the voyage),
there are crowded twenty persons. Twenty per-
sons in a cabin twelve feet long, fifteen feet wide,
and seven feet high, with sixty-three cu^ic feet of
what is called air to each person, when the hatches
are battened down during a gale, is not according
to Richardson's gospel of hygiene. Families claim
the right to go together. Fathers, mothers, boys,
maidens, ^nd infants, huddled into these troughs,
with their mattrasses and blankets, manage as best
they can to reconcile the exigencies of physical life
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31
with the decencies prescribed by instinct or good
feeling. Every day, however, these places are care-
fully cleaned out, and inspected by the doctor, and
not unfrequently by the captain, if he be a good one.
Further along the deck, in the darkness there amid-
ships, where a lanthorn is always necessary to
enable you to pick your way, you may find the
quarters of the single men — narrow berths hastily
but firmly knocked up with rough deal boards,
when it is found by the owners that living freight
is for that voyage to take the place of dead weight.
For the single women, a curious mixture of
poverty-stricken respectability and indescribable
immorality, one or two of the larger cabins are set
aside ; and, if the officer in charge does his duty,
they will be kept free from the intrusion of men.
The conditions are the very best that can be
attained for sea travelling at six guineas a head.
The air in this place, even in the early morning, is
on ordinary occasions by no means foul. But
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THE captain's CABIN.
when the safety of the ship necessitates the closing
of all openings, it is likely that the steerage is a
trifle worse off than the saloon.
To maintain order in the motley assemblage, to
preserve young people from the vilest contamina-
tion, to watch a society so various and so rudely
cast together, you may as well admit is an impos-
sible task. It is however attempted, and as well
done as it can be by some of the steamship owners
— by the owners of the Kamschatkan and her sister
ships. And happily for human nature there are
rarely wanting among these reeking crowds persons
who, skilled in benevolent work and taught by
experience something of the temptations and evils
of life, and also of blessed antidotes, give them-
selves up to the task of mitigating the horrors,
the abominations, the perils, of these intolerable
circumstances.
The confusion in the gangway, and on the
middle and lower deck, upon the first night out
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IN THE STEERAGE.
33
of the Kamschatkan was indescribable. A gang
of men under the direction of the fourth officer
and the steerage steward were trying to clear
away and stow in the luggage - room a quantity
of boxes, baskets, bags, and bundles which still
lay about, and which the owners cherished the
impossible hope of retaining in or near their
sleeping-places during the voyage. Loud quarrels,
objurgations in half-a-dozen different languages,
the commanding voice of the officer, the chaff of
the disinterested onlookers, the movement to and
fro of bodies of people, groups of friends, large
families, fathers and mothers seeking lost children,
and squalling younglings looking for vanished
parents, altogether produced an effect such as
might be imagined from a combination of Babel
with Bedlam. In the middle of it here and there
might be seen a few groups of persons who, re-
gardless of the noise and commotion, sat at the
rough tables which were fixed across the deck at
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THE captain's CABIN.
It
t' yi^
its widest part. Some of these groups were finish-
ing the tea and bread which had lately been served
to them upstairs on the main deck, in their tin
cups and on their platters of the same metal.
Others were drinking off their small stores of ale
or spirits, brought on board in defiance of the
rules, and which they desired to get rid of at
one bout, before the officials had had time to ob-
serve them. Towards one of these groups — which
was particularly noisy and uproarious, and in the
middle of which there was going on, with the aid
of the lanthorn that swung from the beam above
them, some game of cards — the man with the wide-
awake hat and Jewish face was pushing his way
through the stirring crowd. A buxom young girl
of about sixteen or eighteen years of age, turning
hurriedly out of the cabin in which she had been
aiding her mother to arrange the family bunker,
ran against him.
He instantly threw his arms round her, crying
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IN THE STEERAGE.
35
out, " Now, my dear, not so quick. You're pretty
fast at wooing, you are."
The girl's face grew crimson as she struggled to
get free, and finding the man's arms were powerful
and his manner determined, she gave him a sharp
slap in the face, which left the marks of her rosy
fingers even on his pallid complexion.
" D — you ! " said he, throwing her off violently.
" I'll pay you off for this before we get ashore."
" Yo will, eh, maister ? " said a long, slouching,
broad-chested fellow, who, stretched out, would have
been six feet one, to an inch, but whom the bending
influence of labour had brought down a few inches.
" Yo take my caounsel, wull ee, and leave she aloan."
Looking up and down the rough-clad dimensions
of the fresh - looking Norfolk giant, who owned
to a friendship with the girl, the Jew-faced man
seemed inclined to avoid trying conclusions, and
wished to laugh it off.
" Oh ! my friend," he said, with an affectation of
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THE captain's CABIN.
il^
good humour, " it's all right. I was only chaffing."
And he rapidly passed on. At the same time he
said to himself, " I'll remember you, young man,
and take it out of you, too."
" Chaffen, weer ee ? " said the tall youth, looking
after him suspiciously. " Then oi zay doant ee
chaff no muore that way. Oi zay, Meary, he han't
a hurt ee, have he } Oi'll crack the skull ov 'im
naouw ef he have."
" O no, Zacky," said the girl, " I'm all right."
" Yo cum and tell me, Meary, ef ee goes on to
try any muore of his tricks wi ee ;- do ee zee ^ Yo
just cum to me, an' oile pitch im into the zay ; oi
wull, zure as my name's Zachary Plumtree."
Meanwhile the object of Zachary's wrath had
reached the place where, with the scent of a sleuth-
hound, he had judged that there was some gambling
going on. A circle of eight or ten people of dif-
ferent nationalities were watching four men who
were playing the American game of euchre. Shad-
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IN THE STEERAGE.
37
ing his face carefully with the broad flap of his
felt hat, the new comer keenly took stock of the
company — then of the players — and lastly ad-
dressed himself to the play. In two minutes he
picked out the pigeon and the escrocs. Satisfied
with his inspection, or disgusted with the smallnesa
of the stakes, he soon went away.
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CHAPTER III.
A FELON ABOARD.
''"T^HE ship had put into Lough Foyle, for Mo-
ville. The tender from Derry had brought
up one or two passengers. The mails had been
transhipped. And now the Kamschatkan, bracing
herself to the task, was rapidly leaving Tory
behind her, running directly into the teeth of -a
nor'-wester. The night fell black and drizzly ; the
ship, without a stitch of canvas, and with her top-
masts lowered, hurled on by the enormous pressure
of the untiring screw, pitched her bow gallantly
at the vast advancing waves, ran up their sliding
bosoms until she nearly reached the crest, quivered
a moment up there on that dizzy height, and then
plunging like a sea-mew or a porpoise through the
A FELON ABOARD.
39
tons of boiling surf that capped these leviathan
rollers of the deep, and shaking them off her
shoulders in a hissing fall of foam, she darted down
with dizzy vehemence to the bottom of the vast
abyss which the rising mass had left behind it.
Everythmg had been made tight. The fore hatches
had been battened down ; the dead-lights had been
screwed on the engme-room and saloon skylights
and the deck-cabin windows ; the fiddles were on
the table in the saloon, and everything was in the
usual trim for dirty weather. Bad as the weather
was, the watch were busily engaged in securing
more firmly the tarpaulins and tacklings of the
boats, and in making everything as taut as possible.
Scarcely a passenger was to be seen. One or two
brave fellows stuck to the smoking-room, and tried
to be jolly over their pipes and whisky. In the
steerage only one man seemed to be able to with-
stand the general demoralisation. It was the man
in the wideawake. He was sitting near the top of
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40
THE captain's cabin.
the companion on the main deck, in the coil of a
huge cable, talking to the steerage steward. After
comparing some notes about his fellow-passengers
at that end, he turned the conversation to the
saloon.
"You've a rare lot of first-class passengers
aboard, haven't you ? "
" Yes," said the steward. " Most on 'em wants to
get home for Christmas, you see. It's not a
favourite time for crossing, but this is a new ship,
and captain's a favourite, and so a good many on
*em have been waiting. I never saw so many
afore, at this time o' year."
" Hah I Anybody particular aboard ? "
" Well, there's a live lord among the rest. A
young fellow, I believe, name of Lord Pendlcbury,
but I haven't seen him. Then there's old Sir
Benjamin Peakman and his wife and daughter.
He's as rich as Creases. I don't know of any other
folks of consequence. The usual lot, I suppose,
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A FELON ABOARD.
41
commercial travellers, agents, and small trades-
people."
" You say Sir Benjamin Peakman is rich } Has
he got a valet with him ? "
" Not on board this time. He generally has one
when he crosses. — There's a fellow, by the way, in
the captain's cabin, Mr. Fex — rum name, ain't it ?
—he has a gentleman to wait on him."
" Do you think Sir B. wants a valet .? That's my
business, you know."
" Oh ! I didn't know," replied the other. « Well,
I can find out for you."
" Do. I know sometimes these Canadian swells
look out for servants on board your ships."
" Do you ? Have you ever crossed before, then?"
" Not with you," said the other, evasively. " Try
a drop of my brandy," handing a flask. " You'll
find it exlra good," he added, winking. " It came
out of the cellar of my last governor."
Mr. Crog, the steerage steward, highly appre-
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43
THE CAPTAIN S CABIN.
ciated the brandy and the joke. They untied his
tongue a little.
" I say " he said, lowering his voice, though in
the infernal din that was filling the air from the
fearful storm without and the rattle and racket and
groanmg and shrieking within, there was little
chance of their being overheard, "tl^^ captain's
m a precious stew. Just as we wen vmg off
from Greencastle, after the tender had left us, a
little boat ran up from the telegraph station there.
A man in the stern held up a telegram.
" * What is it ? ' shouted the captain.
" ' Telegram to stop the ship.'
« ' Stop the ship .? What for .? '
" * You've got Kane, the murderer, on board.*
" * Nonsense I ' shouted the captain.
" ' I tell you. Captain Windlass, you have. Here's
the telegram, describing him.'
" ' All right,* says the captain. ' Quartermaster,
there ! '
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A FELON ABOARD.
43
fi
" • Ay, ay, sir.'
" * Heave out a few coils of the log line there into
that boat.'
" * Heave it is, sir.'
" When it was done, ' Now,' says he to the tele-
graph clerk, ' tie on the paper and run your boat
close alongside."
"In another moment the telegram was aboard.
*' ' Hav' vou got it ? ' shouts the captain.
" ' Ay, ay, jir.'
" Ring went the bell, ' Full speed.' Round went
the screw.' The boat was precious nearly upset,
and we could hear them scolding as we bore away.
— Halloo, I say ! Look out ; you'll go down the
hatchway I "
The Jewish- looking man, who had been sitting
comfortably enough on the huge coil of rope, was
suddenly pitched over head and heels backwards
into the water-way, and with another roll described
a graceful parabolic curve, which landed him only
— w^— — »— ■
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THE CAPTAIN 3 CABIN
a foot or two short of the hatchway, with his
shoulder jam against the combing, where he came
to an anchor. The steward ran forward and se-
cured him. He seemed to be much shaken and
alarmed.
'" There, get down again into your crib, and hold
on tight with both hands. Why, you've knocked
your weather eye, and look like death. Here, take
a swig of your own reviver."
" Oh, it's nothing," said the other. " Where's my
hat ? "
In handing him the big wideawake, the steward
took a good look at him.
" That's not the man ! " he muttered to himself.
" But he's a precious sharp-looking un, now one
gets a sight of him."
Any observer would have agreed with Mr. Crog.
The removal of the wideawake had revealed a most
striking head and physiognomy. A head with an
immense shock of carroty hair, which was in a state
A FELON ABOARD.
45
of great disorder. A forehead, square, receding from
great ugly brows. Black, keen, flashing eyes, ga-
thered inward, and completely caverned by those
brows. A long pale face, every lineament telling of
strength, and resolution, and passion, and cunning.
A nose sharp and thin, with a Jewish outline ; a
small mouth ; a long narrow chin ; half whiskers at
the side of the face, of a peculiar sandy-red colour,
which oddly contrasted with the darkness of his
skin and eyes. The lower part of the face shaved
smooth as a child's. For an instant the man's eyes
looked up boldly and peremptorily into those of the
steward, as if to penetrate his inmost thoughts. But
Mr. Crog had no sooner seen his man than every
trace of suspicion vanished. The stranger revered
himself again with his hat. One eye was swelling
desperately with a blow from one of the iron
stanchions at the side of the vessel. He made no
effort to relieve it.
" I'm all right, new," he said, laughing. " What
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THE captain's CABIN.
were you saying ? Try a little more of this. I can
fill it again."
"Oh, I thought perhaps you could help me in
fishing out this fellow. There's a tremendous re-
ward offered — five hundred pounds."
"Whew!" said the other, jumping up briskly,
but, warned by the increasingly savage motion of
the vessel, tumbling into his nest again and holding
on firmly. " Have you got a description } "
His face was turned away from the steward, and
his tone was one of indifference, but if Mr. Crog
could have peered under the dark sombrero, he
would have seen on those singular features a mix-
ture of irrepressible pain and anxiety.
"Yes," said Mr. Crog. — "Take care! Don't you
go squirming about so, or you'll be off again. I've
got it here. The capen gave me a copy of it
Every officer and steward has a copy. It's short,
you see, being by telegraph. We was to have
waited till the detective arrived by special boat
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A FELON ABOARD.
47
from Derry, with the full description, and no one
was to be allowed to go ashore. [Reads.]
" A man of about forty-five or fifty years of age,
with thick black hair, supposed to be dyed to cover
grey, parted down the middle. Large black
whiskers, worn a la Dundreary, with heavy mous-
tache. High forehead, big eyebrows, black shining
eyes. An imperial on chin, prominent nose, dresses
handsomely in frock-coat, or, when travelling, in a
tweed shooting suit. Large diamond ring on left
little finger. Very powerful build, seems about
five feet eight or ten inches in height. Good
address, and very gentlemanly in his manners.
Probably has a wound or bruise on his left eye.
Talks German, French, and English."
'* Well, you've got the bruise, any way," said Mr.
Grog, laughing. " It's fortunate I was by, to see how
you got it. They're all so keen after the quarry, I'll
bet you anything with that bruise you'd have been
in quod in twenty-four hours."
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THE captain's CABIN.
" By Jove ! " said the other, laughing loud and
long. " Take a man up for murder because he has
a black eye ! You'll be able to seize a dozen of
these fellows downstairs on that score before two
days are over. There's a gang of gamblers on
board." •
"No. Is there.?"
" Yes. I found 'em out last night. I've not been
a gentleman's gent, and all over Europe, from St.
Petersburg to Biarritz, not to speak of Homburg
and Monaco, for nothing."
Mr. Crog looked respectfully at his Jewish friend.
This was the very man to help him to dig out the
criminal from the mine of humanity below there.
"Well," replied Mr. Crog, "there's a hundred
pounds for you if you pick him out, dead or
alive."
'• A hundred pounds, sir," cried the other, in a
contemptuous tone. " Do you suppose I'm going
to share with you at any less than half the money .<*
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I'll . see you hanged first. Wait until I've talked
it over with some of the officers."
Mr. Crog was quick enough to see that the
astute stranger had caught him, and being a man
of sense, he agreed with the fellow quickly, whiles
he was in the way with him, seeing that now
it would be that or nothing. They shook hands
over the bargain, and then the stranger tried to
rise to get to his berth. He could scarcely move.
"Well," he said, "I am stiff! I shall have to
lie up, I can see. Well, don't you be in a hurry
about that fellow. I shall stay quietly in my berth
for a day or two, and listen to what goes on, es-
pecially if this infernal weather lasts."
"By the way," said Mr. Crog, "what's your
name } "
"Stillwater," replied the other. "James Still-
water. I've given up my ticket to the purser's
steward, so you need not bother me about that
I'll look after myself."
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He crawled slowly down the hatchway, and
limped along to the men's quarters, where he had
selected the most retired, the darkest, and most
disagreeable berth in the ship.
CHAPTER IV.
A CURIOUS IMBROGLIO.
OIR BENJAMIN PEAKMAN, K.CM.G., was
a new knight, but not a new light, in the colo-
nial world. His name had been associated with the
business and politics of our transatlantic posses-
sions for now very nearly a third of a century.
Hard and astute, he knew how to conceal his
shrewdness and sternness under an air of good hu-
mour and even of deference, which, if it reminded
one too much of the sleek affectation of a cat,
bent on a hunting excursion in a bird-frequented
garden, was at all events generally agreeable. He
was not a handsome man, but he had large teeth,
and he showed them with adroitness. He was
always smiling. He smiled to himself when he
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was by himself, and when (you would have thought)
he fancied no one was looking. The truth was he
always saw everybody and everything. He forgot
nothing. His manners were invariably gentle and
conciliatory, specially so, some people said, when
he meant mischief. He purred, whichever way
you stroked him, which proves that the feline
analogy is not quite perfect. He had been like
this from the time when he first emerged from
obscurity into a visible and noticeable life. People
in Quebec could remember him — when Quebec
was the greatest commercial place in Canada — an
errand boy for the shipping house of Macwhappy
and Salt. It was said that he had come to that
post from the Eastern Townships, where many a
time he had driven the team that dragged his
father's plough. If mentioned at all, that ought
to be put down to his credit, for never did plough-
boy carry into town a gentler mien or a more
natural deference than Benjy Peakman, when he
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deserted agriculture for commerce. He was a
big boy too, and a sharp one. His mother was
descended from a family of U. K. loyalists, who
had selected a home in the colony of Quebec
when, with a sturdy love of Monarchy and Tory-
ism, they were obliged either to flee the new re-
public, or to fight to establish it. It was by her
impulsion that young Benjy, who had received a
tolerable education at a village school, conducted
by an honest Presbyterian Scotchman, was led to
leave the tending of his father's flocks, and
try his luck at fleecing in a larger arena. The
result did honour, in some sense, to the maternal
instinct. Master Benjamin had been brought up
in a hard school. He had rarely handled money.
When he did see it he appreciated it. His small
eyes danced in his large face whenever he held it
in his hand. The propensity of trade, of winning
wealth, of keeping it, and of making it grow, ab-
sorbed his soul. There are such boys with faculties
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Otherwise noble and worthy. Had I such a boy
1 should pray that this devil might be cast out of
hinri, for I know none worse. I could cherish some-
hope for a profligate, prodigal, debauched, or
drunken character ; but the steady establishment
in any hum.an being, by a gradual process from
early youth to manhood, of the trading soul and
spirit, with all that follows it of selfishness, hardness,
want of scruple, low subtlety of intelligence, blood-
less heart, impenetrable conscience, consuming
hunger and thirst after wealth, and indomitable
determination to possess it at all hazards — present
and future — is the most dismal and hopeless per-
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version of a God-made nature that it is possible to
conceive. Rather than that, be happy to see your
son making ducks and drakes of his fortune, if you
are fool enough to give him one, and with some
scraps of honour, of good feeling, of generosity, of
conscience, still glowing amid the embers of his
disordered being.
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However, this may seem to be rather hard upon
Sir Benjamin Peakman, besides appearing to fore-
stall or prejudice the reader's opinion of him.
Wherefore it is to be accepted distinctly as in no
way referring to him, but as an interlocutory and
abstracted remark, for thj relevance and propriety
whereof there is ample precedent in numerous
works, ancient and modern, admitted by all the
critics to be perfect both in matter and form.
Young Peakman's policy from the first was like
that of the British Government when it means
mischief: it was a policy of conciliation. No one
could put him out of temper. His mates could
never bully him into a fight or tempt him to a
harsh word ; his employers, when they swore at
him, saw him accept their oaths as if they were
blessings; he disarmed the most ill-tempered
debtors to the firm, or its most impracticable
customers, by the gentleness with which he parried
their rude remarks, and the quiet steadiness and
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the crafty devotion with which he insisted on
carrying out his employers' commands. He was
one day hit on the head by a jack-boot thrown at
him by a captain of one of his employers' ships
who was in bed at an hotel. He picked it up, and
respectfully returned it ♦o the owner, saying,
" What message shall I give, sir, to Messrs. Mac-
whappy and Salt ? "
All this was very amiable, and to many persons
seemed to be very praiseworthy. And so it would
have been, had it been the natural ornament of a
meek and quiet spirit. But it was not. It was
simply cunning of the meanest order. Twenty
years later, when Captain Gumbo wa«s a veteran,
and Benjamin Peakman had ' «rftr ^r ^ part-
ner in the firm of Macwh jakman,
the old man was turned oh it the ist chance like
a mangy dog ; and when he went to Peakman anr^
pleaded his long service and his six children, ani
besought that he might not be sent into hopci ?
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poverty, Mr. Peakman, in his blandest manner and
with the smile of an angel, said, " Captain Gumbo,
I am sorry I cannot hold out the least prospect of
our requiring you again. You have perhaps for-
gotten a little incident which occurred so many
years ago, when I was a boy in this office and you
were the senior captain ? I wish you good-morning.
If
sir.
The captain told this story all over Quebec.
Everybody commiserated him, but everybody re-
spected Benjamin Peakman the more. They saw
that he was not to be trifled with. Sir Benjamin
Peakman was known, then, to be an able man, a
steady, resolute, even a dogged man ; a man who
hid from other people equally his aims and his
manner of working them out. A trustworthy
friend, if it were worth his while ; but a man whom
if you once crossed, he would have his revenge out
of you in some way, and, by general opinion, would
not be nice about the means. But always so oily,
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SO acute, so studious of the people he dealt with,
so wide awake to their weaknesses and so subser-
vient to their wishes, that all the world, with a few
exceptions, regarded him as the " ablest," the
" nicest," the " altogether most atlractive " man.
Hence when Mr. Peakman, then a wealthy-
colonist and a member of the Upper House and
a colonial cabinet minister, v/as sent over to Lon-
don to make certain financial and political nego-
tiations with the Home Government, he at once
made his way. His deference just suited the
courtly ministers ; his ability took those who were
men of business. The whole Colonial Office, from
the doorkeeper to the Secretary of State, regarded
him as the pink of colonial statesmanship. When
he had gone away they found he had got a great
deal more out of them than they could well defend
in Parliament.
Sir Benjamin had been more than lucky in find-
ing a wife every way as clever and as ambitious as
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himself. She was devoted to the joint interest, and
promoted it by every means in her power. Nothing
was too low or too high for her to attempt. She
resolved that they should be asked to the Prince's
parties at Chiswick, and they were asked. In her
Canadian home she had been known to spend her
mornings in whipping cream and preparing compotes
with her own liands for an evening ball-supper to
the Governor - General. It had always been a
mystery who she was and where she had come
from. It was known that Mr. Peakman had first
met her at Baden. It was said she had been
known as Countess Stracchino, and of course that
her first husband was dead. It was a favourite
joke with the officers of the garrison at Quebec to
say that she was "the real cheese." Whatever
might have been her early history, her later days
were in every way exemplary. She bore children
to Mr. Peakman. She aided him in all his efforts.
She kd society in the ancient city of Quebec
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over the heads of ladies who were great-grand-
daughters of earls and third cousins of the wives
of marquises. Every attenr*pt to oust her had
failed. She patronised the Anglican Church of
the colony, and was, in the estimation of the
Bishop, its real defender of the faith. She was
omnipotent. Success always stirs up hatred. She
was widely and thoroughly hated. There was
a good deal in her that laid her open to attack.
Her manners were a trifle vulgar, her pronun-
ciation and grammar were not unexceptionable.
Her face and figure were neither handsome nor
elegant. But nothing could stand against the com-
bination of a millionaire with a conciliatory
manner and the spouse of a millionaire with the
ambition to rule.
This lady had been the mother of several chil-
dr'^r, as we have already said, but of these only one
survived infancy — the daughter, Miss Araminta.
A pretty girl, with a nice fresh complexion, a
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straight nose, beautiful blue eyes, brown hair, sweet
lips, rather too full for perfect form, and a dimpled
chin.
Now the Lady Peakman and her daughter had
the best cabin in the ship, except the captain's, to
wit, the large cabin which was immediately behind
the captain's chair in the saloon — at the end of the
port passage. Their maids occupied the next room,
with a narrow gangway between. Sir Benjamin
preferred the inner line of cabins on the other
side of the passage, and had one to himself some
few numbers down towards the middle of the '
ship.
It was the afternoon of the second day out.
Neither the knight nor his ladies had thought it
discreet to attempt to leave their cabins. Lady
Peakman in the lower berth, and Araminta in the
upper, lay panting and screaming and dozing and
trembling, in turns, all through the dismal hours,
as the great vessel for its part rolled, pitched,
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vibrated, shrieked, and groaned like a vast tor-
mented Cyclops.
"Oh! Oh!" shrieked Lady Peakman. "Maria,
Maria ! The There I Go this instant and tell
Sir Benjamin I'm dying. Tell him to come to me
immediately. I have something to say to him be-
fore I go."
" Yes, my lady," said the unhappy maid, rushing
out of the room with suspicious alacrity, and throw-
ing herself into the opposite cabin, where for a few
minutes she mingled her tears and — well, we won't
go into particulars — with those of Miss Fanny
Ringdove, the young lady's maid. By-and-by she
returned to Lady Peakman, who had begun again
to shout for her.
" Sir Benjamin's compliments, my lady, and he is
very ill himself, or he would come to you imme-
diately, but he dare not leave his berth. He would
like to say a few words to you, my lady, if you
could go to him, in case the worst should happen."
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" Oh, the wretch ! " sighed my lady. « Araminta !
Ar-a-w/7/-ta ! Do you hear ? "
" Yes, mamma ! " very feebly.
"I'm dying, do you hear ? and your father won't
come to me! Oh, I know it! I have a presenti-
ment that we're going to the bottom. Maria I
Maria ! Be quick ! "
In rushed the unhappy maid again, and pro-
duced that basin which is at once our horror
and our reh'ef when we yield to the antic triclcs
of the bounding sea. Bur alas ! alas I the girl
herself was uncontrollably ill. At times like these
nature's longings cannot be repressed, degrees of
rank are not to be maintained, and mistress
and maid mingled their sorrows in the flowing
bowl!
"Mamma!" shouted Araminta, when this dis-
agreeable duet had ceased, and Lady Peakman
sank back exhausted, "are you better.?"
" O no : what is it .? "
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" Where do you think Lord Pendlebury can have
been last night?"
" How should I know, child ? Probably in his
berth."
" Have you ever seen him } "
"Never. And now I never shall. I'm dying!
—Maria ! "
" My lady."
" Sal volatile, brandy, chloroform ; quick, or you'll
be too late! Ah! there! O dear! I
cannot go any farther, my heart will come up
next Why, where's the girl gone to ?
Maria ! "
But Maria had rushed off in paroxysms of a
grief of her own, which was by no means a silent
one, to the cabin on the other side, and my lady
might shout away, for there was no answer.
Araminta. Mamma, is Lord Pendlebury very
rich ?
Mamma. Yes. I see by " Burke " he has all the
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have
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all the
Horndean estates, and several county properties.
Are you not ill, Araminta ?
Araminta. a little, but I try to conquer it. Do
you think Sir Benjamin will make Lord Pcndle-
bury's acquaintance. Mamma ?
Mamma. Oh, certainly. If ever we get a chance
with this weather. Mind you do your best. It is
your first opportunity.
Araminta. I don't believe I shall ever see the
deck again, if this horrible storm continues. Oh,
there ! did you hear that crash ? Oh, deliver us I
Something has happened."
Miss Araminta was right.
Something had happened.
The gale, which had been blowing with increas-
ing strength from nor'-nor'-west, while the great
swell of the Atlantic waves came sweeping up
from a point or two south of west, had already
created in the cross purposes of these mighty forces
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a sufficiently troublesome state of circumstances
even for a huge steam Triton three hundred and
sixty feet long. The wind was charged with icy
wet, which was disseminated not so much in spouts
of rain as in a ceaseless drizzly scour, which sought
out and penetrated every crevice in anything hu-
man or inanimate that was exposed to its action.
The look-outs on the fore-deck, the captain and the
mate, who, clad in india-rubber from head to foot,
anxiously moved about on the reeking bridge,
peeied over the dripping man-sails which served for
a poor protection from the terrific blast against
which the ship was driven with all the power of
the enginery below.
" What does she say, Dick ? " shouts the captain
in the mate's ear ; for, in the horrible rout and roar,
voice is blown away into eternal space before it
can pass an inch from a man's mouth.
" Twenty-eight all but a tenth, sir," shouts the
mate, who has been down to the chart-room to
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s the
m to
examine the barometer. "We're near the worst
of it."
The instant he speaks, high up to heaven, right
in front of them, heaves the bow of the great
vessel. The two men, holding on to the stanchions
of the bridge like grim death, and knowing that
something is coming, cast an eye through the drift
up the long incline of deck before them, up to the
farthest end, where for a moment they catch a
glimpse of two men, like themselves, hanging on
there with desperate vigour to lee and weather
braces. Then there is a moment's poise ; the whole
of the mighty hulk of the steamer seems to be
balanced somewhere about the middle of the keel,
on the top of a shivering mountain ; then there is
a sudden twist of the mountain beneath them, as it
throws the vessel contemptuously off its shoulder
sidewise with an angry shudder! Down a terrific
yawning pit into a sea-green hell rushes the great
ship, rolling, as she runs, over on her lee beam, till
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the boiling waves hiss up the scuppers and into
the waterways, and now suddenly recovering her-
self with a mighty trembling and straining, in the
midst of which the huge flukes of the screw are
released from the water, and fly round with a
roaring noise and a prodigious vibration that can
be heard and felt by every soul on board, she
slowly rolls back again on the weather beam ;
and then, with a mighty roar, a huge green curl of
seething waters raise a frightful crest for twenty
feet above the bulwarks on the weather bow, and
looking and moving like a thing of life, menacing
with annihilation the two awestruck men beneath,
dashes some thirty tons of water over on the upper
deck. See, where it sweeps along, hissing, boiling,
prancing, swirling, four feet deep from bow to stern,
and then finding no ready outlet, thrashes away
some ten or fifteen feet of bulwark, and pours
back in a torrent to the sea from whence it had
leaped. The noble vessel, shaking herself free from
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the tormenting wave, rises again proudly to her
work, and bids de^ance once more to the giant
powers of storm and sea.
This was what the two officers saw, and they
breathed more freely when out of the seething
waters the two look-outs emerged, still hanging on
manfully, and shaking the water out of their eyes
and hats, as half friguLrned and half laughing they
tried to look at each other across the deck, and to
shout congratulations which could not be heard.
But in hurtling along the space of deck confined
by the bulwarks, the water, foiled in its deadlier
purpose, resolved to make malicious use of its
assumed right of way. As it rushed round the
stern deck-houses, gathering momentum from the
upward incline of the triumphant bow and the
starboard roll of the vessel, a mass of water was
thrown with great force against the closed door of
the little gangway at the top of the companion on
the starboard side, and of the door next to it, which
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ti ;
was that of the purser's cabin. The impact of a
ton or two of fluid was too much for the strong
brass fastenings of these defences, and in an instant
bursting them in, the uproarious water rushed on,
and tumbling down the stairs in a green cascade*
seethed and gambolled tumultuously along the
passages, overtopping the combings of the nearer
cabins, and flooding the floors with briny foam.
Shrieks went up on every side. Forgetting nausea
and decency together, men and women jumped
out of their berths, splashing into the cold water,
and, dashing out of their cabins into the long pas-
sages, clasped each other with new-born fervour
for the brotherhood and sisterhood of humanity.
Down through the open doorway the fierce wind,
finding entrance, now blew cold and cutting.
Ye gods I What is man or woman either in
such a time as this } Lady Peakman, having cast
off the shawl in which her large head had been
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nuit, ?.^ the extremity of which appeared her sturdy
limbs swathed in long white woollen stockings,
with which she plashed up and down in the
water, that with every motion of the vessel washed
to and fro and in and out of the surrounding
cabins. Miss Araminta, poor child, in a vain
effort of decency, had seized and thrown around
her neck the first thing that came to hand — a
short flannel toilet-jacket — and screaming at once
for her father, her maid, and the captain, darted
up the companion hatchway into the arms of a
gentleman who, in very imperfect costume, and
wet from head to foot, seemed to have freshly
come in from taking a bath in the open. Her
screams were mingled with his groans and en-
treaties, for the terrified young lady clung to him
as if he were a life-buoy.
" Let me go, miss, if you please, for heaven's
sake ! She's coming, site's coming ! "
Shrieks were heard from the upper deck, and
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suddenly through the open door there rushed into
the gangway a middle-aged female, with a turban
of flannel on her head and a red petticoat of the
sarr.2 material put on over her long robe, which,
clinging in wet folds to her knees and legs, very
oddly impeded her freeness of motion. • ■ ^0
' " 'Tis she ! 'Tis she ! " shouted the man ; and
breaking free from Araminta, he bolted down the
companion and into the first cabin that appeared,
locking the door behind him, and jumping without
ceremony inf-o the lower berth, which was unoc-
cupied. It was the cabin of Lady Peakman's
maids, one of whom. Miss Ringdove, still lay in
mortal terror and sickne^.s in the upper berth. No
sooner did she witness this bold intiusion, than she
added her part to the universal chorus. But people
outside were far too alarmed on their own account
— thinking that they were all going straightway
to the bottom — to be stirred by Miss Ringdove's
exclamations.
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" My dear young lady," said the gentleman from
below, sticking out his night -capped head, and
shouting as loud as he could, in a vain effort to rise
superior to the horrible racket, "pray, pray be
quiet ! I'll do you no harm whatever."
"O dear, O dear! O-o-o-o-o-o ! " shrieked
Ringdove.
"I'm in earnest! On my honour I won't hurt
you ! " roared the man.
" O-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o ! " screamed the maid.
The man jumped out of the berth in desperation
and the woman went off in a fit.
Miss Araminta, thus rudely cast oft; had caught
hold of tho brass balustrade at her side to keep
herself from being thrown down the stairs.
At this moment a gentleman ran up from belov/,
enveloped in an ulster. Notwithstanding his ex-
citement, which was however not that abject terror
from the outbreak of which he was escaping, he
could not help appreciating in an instant, in all its
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absurdity, the scene before him. Poor little Ara-
minta, pale as a sheet, and with her utterly ineffi-
cient scarlet jacket and white fluttering muslin, as
she clung to the side of the companion, was gazing
awe-struck at the apparition of the lady above her,
dressed as we have described, who no sooner saw
the gentleman than she whipped out of the gang-
way and into the s':orm again.
Hardly able to suppress hi" laughter, the new-
comer addressed the trembling damsel.
"Pray, miss, don't be frightened. There can be
nothing the matter. A little water has burst in;
but, don't you see, we should all have been at
the bottom long ago if anything really serious had
occurred. Take my arm. Here, put on my coat ; "
and throwing off his ulster, the youth, who was
dressed, wrapped it around shivering little Ara-
minta, and buttoned her in safely, and then asked
where she would be taken to.
"Oh, to Captain Windlass, to the captain's cabin,
please. I'm so frightened I "
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The young man made no reply. He did as he
was told, carrying the young lady in his warm
ulster up to the deck and into the cabin of which
we have spoken, the door of which was open.
There was a foot of water within, the combing re-
taining it, but he plashed through this and laid her
on the sofa.
" Where is Captain Windlass ? " said little Ara-
minta. " Oh, please find him, sir ; ask him to get
me a p!ace in his boat."
The young man saw that she was wandering^,
and with great delicacy he said, " Do believe me,
that there is no danger. May I go and fetch your
father ? '
"Yes, do, please. Sir Benjamin Peakman, No.
35. God bless you ! thank you ; thank you ever so
much ! "
The young gentleman foiwhwith departed in
search of the knight. As i e descended the com-
panion he heard a tremendous row below. The
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reader must remember that all this time the
steamer had been pitching and rolling as madly as
ever. The water downstairs was running out of the
passages and into the water-ways at the gang-
way on either side of the main - hatch. The
excited passengers had been calmed down by the
stewards, and were returning to their berths. The
cabins were being swabbed out by boys, who
laughed as they listened to *-he groans of the
shivering victims. But at Lady Peakman's cabin
things had not settled down as quietly as else-
where. There were collected — Sir Benjamin, in a
neat al fresco costume of which he was evidentiy
unconscious — for he was a man of very particular
dignity ; Lady Peakman, as we have before de-
picted her, wringing her hands and weeping ; Lady
Peakman's maid Maria, also weeping ; and a couple
of stewards.
" Base man ! " screamed Lady Peakman. " What
have you done with my daughter } Let us in."
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From inside proceeded the subdued sobs of
Miss Ringdove, who, having sh'ghtly recovered,
had wrapped her head in the counterpane, and
was ineffectually screaming "Murder!"
"If you don't let us in, we will break open the
• door ! " shouted Sir Benjamin, for once in a passion.
" What do you mean, sir } "
"All right, sir ; all right," retorted a hoarse voice.
« I beg the young lady's pardon, I'm sure. I have
done her no harm. But is Mrs. Corcoran out
there.?"
"No, no!" cried the stewards. "There's no
Mrs. Corcoran here."
" Well, ladies and gentlemen, make way ! " cried
the malefactor; and before they had had time to
obey his injunction he threw open the door, and,
rushing out, dashed his head straight into the
manly chest of the knight, and pitching him and
the stewards over like ninepins, narrowly escaped
doing the same trick for Araminta's benefactor,
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who was turning into the passage, and then he
sped up the comoanion and out upon the deck
like a maniac. In another moment, Mr. Fex, for
it was he, had darted breathless into the captain's
cabin. Slamming and bolting the door, he was
about to drop exhausted on the sofa, when a suc-
cession of piercing screams from that quarter filled
his ear. There was a female in the cabin !
"Great heavens!" said the distracted Fex.
" What does this mean ? Am I mad ? One wo-
man after another ! And in my cabin too ! Pray,
madam [" Oh ! Oh ! " screamed Araminta.] I
beseech you, miss [he went down on his knees
in the water], for any sake, miss, calm yourself.
How did you come into my cabin .? Where on
earth am I to go to? Every cabin is full of
women."
" Your cabin, sir!" cried Araminta, who was a
good deal cooler than she pretendeo. " Is not this
the captain's cabin ? "
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" Yes, my dear young lady ; but I have engaged
it"
"Oh, murder! Papa! Mammal Help here!
Mur-d-e-e-r ! "
The unfortunate Mr. Fex was more than at his
wits' end. He was ready to jump overboard. At
this moment a knocking was heard without. There,
no doubt, was the young man, who had come back
with a steward and Sir Benjamin.
Mr. Fex in desperation leaped into his berth a.id
wrapped the clothes around him. Araminta, who
had not lost her presence of mind, jumped up and
unlocked the door. The young man was the first
to enter, followed by the knight.
« Where is that rascal > " cried the knight, in a
towering passion. All his principles had given way
under this severe strain. « What on earth do you
mean, sir?" he shouted, as Araminta pointed to the
berth, and, catching the young man's glance, they
both collapsed in hysterics of laughter.
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" Kill me ! Kill me ! " murmured Mr. Fex.
"There is no harm done, papa," cried Miss Ara-
minta, smoothing her hair and looking round, to
see that the ulster was as gracefully disposed as
/ possible. *' It's my fault. I rushed upstairs in my
fright, and this — this — gentleman — was kind enough
to take charge of me. I asked him to bring me to
the captain's cabin. For some reason or other that
gentleman there had left it — and when he came
back he — he — locked the door before he discovered
me •-= . , ,
Araminta would have gone on, but Sir Benjamin
began to feel in his gouty feet the chilling effects
of the water in which they were standing.
" Take my arm," he said, curtly, to his daughter.
" I am infinitely obliged to you, sir, whoever you
are, for your attention to Miss Peakman. She is
very young and inexperienced."
" Not more so than I am, I expect," returned the
7 .' man, bowing haughtily. "I am glad to
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have been of any service to the young lady,"
with a more kindly inclination to Araminta.
As the knight and his fair daughter left the
cabin, the youth was about to follow them, when a
muttered remark from the occupant drew him to
the side of the berth. He caught a glimpse of the
man's face, who with his eyes shut appeared to be
groaning out maledictions.
" What, Corcoran ! " cried the young gentleman,
seizing Mr. Fex by the shoulder, and shaking him
roughly. " What on earth, sir, are you doing here ?
and travelling incog, too .? "
" I'm gone clean mad ! " said Mr. Fex, starting
straight up in the bed, and speaking with an un-
mistakable Dublin accent. " Where on earth — or
at sea rather — did you come from, my lord t if it
is indeed yourself — for I can't believe my own eyes
and ears."
" I ought to ask you that question, sir," said Lord
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it that the Master in Chancery is off duty, and at
his age, under an assumed name, performing these
pranks on a steamer a thousand miles from
Dublin?"
Overcome with the oddity of the thing, the
young man threw himself on the sofa and laughed
boisterously.
" Oh, Corcoran ! " he cried, at length. " I owe
you a guinea. I was lying in my berth as sick
as a dog when all this happened, and you have
cured me ! '
" Whist, me lord ! " cried the reputed Mr. Fex,
putting his head out of his berth, and earnestly
motioning to the peer to be silent. " You knew all
about the ' proceedings,' of course ?"
Lord Pendlebury nodded. - :;
" And that she got the divorce ? * ^ i
The peer nodded again.
" And that she got it on suborned evidence got
up by that cursed attorney and thief Mulrooney ? "
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" I did not know that^ Corcoran," replied the
young man, gravely.
" Fex, Fex ! My lord, call me Fex," cried the
tenant of the cabin, in a ludicrous attempt to speak
low and yet to carry his voice through the din.
" I've seen her ! — She's there ! " and he poirif-ed to-
wards the thin mahogany bulkhead which divided
his cabin from that of the purser next door.
"What, Mrs. "
" Och, dear Lord Pendlebury, don't you mention
the name now, darling, for I'm at my wits' end
what to do."
" Oh, it is impossible : it's all nonsense ! "
" No, no ; look here ; " and Fex, alias Corcoran,
vaulted into the water, and shutting the door,
whispered loudly to his friend. " You know when
that terrible shock came, I was lying here quiet
enough, and thinking I'd soon be three thousand
miles away from Dublin and the everlasting banter
of the Castle and the clubs, when I heard the
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shock and roar of the water as it rushed along
the deck and burst in the two doors next to
mine, and came running in here through every
cranny and crevice. I thought we were all off for
Hades, and not liking the idea of going down in
my berth, I opened my door and ran out on the
deck. At the same instant, on my life as I hold
on here, sAe ran out of ^he next cabin, the purser's,
in a neat undress familiar to me ; and she no
sooner saw me standing there in my own al fresco
state, than she began to give tongue like a steam
fire-engine whistling for water — though, by the way,
at the moment there was plenty of that about.
" ' *Tis he ! 'Tis he ! ' says she, covering her eyes.
' 'Tis Peter's ghost come to reproach me, just as I
am about to perish. — Oh, Peter 1 Peter ! ' and she
tried to lay hold of my arm.
" ' Aroynt thee ! ' says I. For I thought she was
a ghost too, and that may be we had each ap-
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ments. And I made a leap for the cabin. Faith,
I don't know what's to come of it ! There was a
female on deck, there was a female in the cabin
I ran into, and there was a female in possession
of my own when I came back. There are at least
two people to be settled with, besides her second
husband, who must be on board, for I was told
six months since she was to be married again.
You'll stand by me now, won't you?"
The earnestness of the narrator produced on the
young lord an effect the reverse of that intended.
He shouted with laughter.
'- "Oh, my lord," said poor Mr. Fex. " It's amusing
to you, but it's death to me. Now you know all
about this, I need never show my face in Dublin
again. Well, well, I may arrange a thing or two,
and get ovc. the side of the ship, for 'twill kill me,
any way."
There was just a flash of seriousness in the
speaker's manner, and Lord Pendlebury, who was
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an astute young fellow for his age, began to be
afraid the joke was going too far. He sat up and
assumed a more sober air. ' -
" Nonsense, Corcoran. I give you my word of
honour I'll say nothing about it. The fact is, in '
the excitement, you have made a mistake. S/ie ■
is not on board. It is impossible. Make yourself
easy. Come, I'll call up a steward. They must
bail out this cabin, which is one huge footbath.
As for that ridiculous old knight, and his chit of
a daughter, and her stupid maid, we shall soon
put them all right. Get into bed, my friend, you
are shivering fearfully. How did you get that
bruise over the eye } "
Mr. Fex was soon in bed, and the events of the
day, acting upon an excitable temperament,
brought on a slight attack of fever. His servant
being prostrated, as gentlemen's gentlemen and
ladies* abigails invariably are by the weather at
sea, a steward was told off by the doctor to
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look after him during the night. This fellow,
having nothing better to do than to listen to
the patient's incoherent wanderings, excogitated a
theory about poor Mr. Fex which entailed serious
consequences.
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T3 Y the morning of the third day the wind had
"^'^ slightly abated, although it was still blowing
what are termed " great guns," and the captain,
who had been up the better part of two nights,
was taking a few hours' rest in the chart -room,
when a loud knock, followed by the opening of the
door and the insertion of a dripping sou'-wester,
disturbed him.
" If you please, sir," said the intruder, " may I
speak to you, sir ? "
" Yes, Mr. Stackpoole, if it is anything important.
Come in."
The intruder was the fourth officer, and he was
followed by a steward, Cadbury. They both looked
very grave.
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" I think, sir," said the mate, " we've got him ! "
" Got what ! " said the captain, whose brain was
a little disturbed by want of sleep.
"///;«, sir ; the murderer Kane, sir!" |
" The devil ! " cried the captain. " Where ? "
" In your cabin, sir ! " y ^
The honest captain burst out in a cold perspira-
tion at the idea of his quarters being occupied by '
an accused malefactor.
"What, the Mr. Fex ?"
" His name ain't Fex, sir/* interrupted the
steward, touching his forehead. " He was took ill
yesterday, sir, and I've been with him all night.
He's been going on rambling most dreadful, just
•like a murderer; asking God to forgive him, saying
he'd drown hisself, calling out that he'd be the
death of a man of the name of Mulrooney that,
of course, sir, would be the detective — and asking
his dearest Pearl to forgive him— that would be
some wicked woman of his acquaintance, sir."
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" Does he answer to the description ? "
" Exactly, sir," cried the officer and the steward
in one breath. "And we've agreed to divide the
reward."
" Humph ! " said the captain, throwing off his
great woollen nightcap, scratching his head, screw-
ing up his eye, and taking an observation of the
two lucky men bobbing there before him, and
wishing to himself that they might ever get the
reward they were so cock - sure of dividing.
" Humph ! What have you done with the man ? "
" He's still in the cabin, sir."
" But he'll run away ; he will throw himself over-
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" Oh, no, sir. He is very weak this morning.
And I've stationed six of the watch, under a
quartermaster, outside his door, with instructions
to seize him if he tries to escape," said the officer.
" Very well, Mr. Stackpoole. Keep the guard on
until further orders. Serve out a brace of pistols
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Stackpoole. Yes. All right, sir!
Captain. "Large black whiskers, worn d la
Dundreary."
Ambo. Right you are, sir.
[" Dundreary, ye scoundrels ! And who or what
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Ambo. Reg'lar Rooshians, sir!
Captain. " Low forehead — big eyebrows — black
shining eyes — long chin — prominent nose." How
does that strike you, Stackpoole ?
Stackpoole. Like two bights of the same
hawser.
Captain. " Dresses handsomely in a frock-coat,
or, when travelling, in a tweed shooting suit."
1 hey all look round the cabin. Mr. Stackpoole,
with a long, brown middle digit, indicates on the
peg at the head of the " prisoner's " berth a suit of
grey Irish tweed.
Ambo. True to a knot, sir !
Captain. "Large diamond ring on left little
finger."
Mr. Fex moves his hand instinctively, but the
fourth officer is too quick for him. He darts for-
ward, seizes the left hand, and there, sure enough
on the little finger glitters a large Cape diamond.
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Stackpoole. Diary\orid it is, sir, clear as the
North Star. v •
[" Powers above ! " said poor Fex. " It's a plot to
ruin me !"]
Captain. Prisoner, keep silence till you're fully-
identified.—" Very powerful build — seems about
5 feet 8 or 10 inches in height."
Ambo. Every word true, sir ! Looks like a young
box !
["Five feet eight, do ye say.?" cries Mr. Fex,
indignantly. " Five feet eleven in my stockings, as
I live. Will ye have me measured, captain > "]
Captain. " Good address and very gentlemanly
manner." — Humph!
[" There they have me," interrupted the prisoner.
" That and the diamond are the only points that
are true to fact ! "]
Ambo. Undoubted swell, sir !
Captain. " Probably has a wound or bruise on
his left eye."
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Ambo. Left eye as blue as blue-Peter, sir !
Captain. " Talks German, French, and English.'*
[" Sorra a bit of German ever dirtied my mouth,"
shouted Mr. Fex, emphatically.]
Captain. No French either, eh >
Fex. Mats out, Monsieur le Capitahte, d mer-
veille.
Captain. Ha ! Then that will do. Notice that,
my men, speaks French like a Nantes skipper.
["Does he.?" growls Mr. Fex in greater wrath
than ever. " Me, that the Emperor didn't know
from a Frenchman."]
Captain. Outside, there, fetch in the irons I
At these words the unhappy Fex, giving a roar
that shook the cabin, made an effort to jump out
of his berth. But on the signal six or seven men
rushed in, and each securing a limb or a por-
tion of one, the luckless man lay completely at
their mercy, still roaring with all his might. The
riot alarmed the lady who occupied the purser's
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cabin. They could hear her giving vent to her
anxiety in loud lamentations.
" They're killing him, they're killing him ! Oh,
captain ! what are ye doing to him ? " she screamed
through the thin partition.
" No harm, madam ; don't be alarmed," shouted
the captain.
Poor Fex — Corcoran — was by this time subdued
and unconscious ; and the captain, leaving two
sturdy sailors under the quartermaster to guard
his prisoner, went off to his chart-room, with the
pride of a man who had done his duty.
It was soon all over the ship among the officers
and crew — the only people able to be about — that
the murderer had been secured in the captain's
cabin. Hence, when the steward who waited on
Lord Pendlebury took him his breakfast at the
usual hour of nine, the whole story, with many
embellishments, was retailed for his benefit. To
the narrator's surprise, the young lord laughed at
the top of his bent.
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" Well, you are a set of duffers ! " he cried. " Go
and tell the captain to let the poor fellow oflf
immediately, or there will be the devil to pay. That
gentleman is a friend of mine, a Master in Chancery
in Dublin, and this is as good as two thousand
pounds damages to him \ O dear, O dear ! Cor-
coran, you'll kill me with laughing."
The young lord having dressed himself rapidly,
his loud occasional guffaws sounding through the
thin bulkheads, and exciting the greatest indigna-
tion among his neighbours at the untimely mirth,
was on his way to the deck, when Sir Benjamin
Peakman encountered him in the passage.
" I have only just heard," he said, bowing in his
most conciliatory manner, " to whom I am indebted
for the courtesy shown yesterday to my daughter
in very trying circumstances. I am very happy,
Lord Pendiebury, knowing many of your friends,
to make your acquaintance. Let me present
myself— Sir Benjamin Peakman."
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Lord Pendlebury bowed — rather stiffly.
" Pray, Sir Benjamin," he said, " do not take the
trouble to recall the slight and very ordinary atten-
tion I was happy to render to the young lady. I
hope she is none the worse for her fright. I am
on my way, if you will excuse me, to my poor
friend in the captain's cabin, who has fallen into
a ridiculous scrape, the result of our skipper's over-
zeal."
" Your friend^ Lord Pendlebury ? " gasped the
knight.
"Yes, Mr. Peter Corcoran, an Irish Master in
Chancery, who has taken a whim to travel incognito
as Mr. Fex."
" A most important man I " cried the knight, with
fervour. " But — I believe — lately — he had — a — a — *
"A suit for a divorce. Exactly. And won it
That is to say," said the young lord, laughing, " the
divorce was decreed. He was freed from his wife."
"And he is a friend of yours," cried Sir Ben-
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a good deal of influence with the owners of these
steamers. Can I be of any service, do you think ? "
" Well," said the peer, drily, " possibly, Sir
Benjamin, you may be able to persuade the captain
that he has done a very ridiculous thing, and that
his owners will have to pay handsomely for his
blunder, unless he can patch it up with Corcoran."
" My lord, I will see Captain Windlass at once.
I shall make a point of setting this matter right.
He is, I can assure you, an estimable fellow, and
no one will feel more sorry than he that any
friend of Lord Pendlebury's should have been
maltreated in his ship."
" Oh, pray let him not regard me in the matter
at all," replied Lord Pendlebury. " But you may
perhaps know that Corcoran is a nephew of Lord
Summerton, and of sufficient consequence in him-
self to demand the captain's best amends."
With that Lord Pendlebury ran off to his un-
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fortunate friend, whom he found eyeing his guards
in mute horror, and listening to occasional groans
and sighs which could be distinctly heard from the
purser's cabin.
" Pendlebury ! " he cried. " I had entirely for-
gotten you 1 Only think of this. Accused, under
the name of Cain, of murdering my brother Abel.
Convicted of dyeing myself — my hair, my friend,
'that never knew a single hue that nature had not
painted 1 * Cut down by an inexorable law to five
feet eight inches, which I haven't been since I was
sixteen. Handcuffed by these ruffians — I shall
never survive this ! Whisper, my lord. Open that
small box there. It's my medicine case. You will
see a small phial, No. 28, marked strychnine. I
always kept it when she was about, in case I should
need it. Just hand it to me secretly, like a Chris-
tian friend, and say no more."
" No, Corcoran I I cannot spare you yet. You
must last out this voyage, at least Wouldn't the
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whole Castle go into hysterics over this I I have
sent off the old knight you hit so hard in the
stomach yesterday, to arrange matters. He's a
sly commonplace curmudgeon, but he may be use-
ful. P.emember, you must not claim vindictive
damages."
" Ten thousand pounds ! Not a farthing less I
They've bruised me al! over: charged me with
murder, dyeing, robbery — shortened my length,
and perhaps my life."
" Never mind. If you threaten them with such
penalties as that, you know it will pay to throw
you overboard."
This argument produced an impression. • "I say,
Pendlebury," he said, in a low tone. "Do you
hear her^ next door > She has been going on that
way ever since this happened. Curious, eh ? Is
it possible she grieves ? No matter, I'll never for-
give her."
Lord Pendlebury was a man of the world, but
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he looked a little shocked at the coolness of Mr.
Corcoran
" You forgive her, Corcoran I Come now, that's
too audacious ! You forget, man, that it all came
out in evidence — though, God knows, I don't want
to be hard on you — and that it was you who were
defendant, and it was against ^(7tt the Ordinary gave
judgment."
" Bah ! " cried Corcoran, earnestly. " It all comes
of your ridiculous English justice. You try a case
in six hours, and scamp it, while an Irish Court
would take six days at it, and give ample justice
for the money ! Gn my honour, Pendlebury, as a
gentleman, and as I stand before God, I tell you
there was not a word of truth in the charge. We
had no children, and she had nothing to do but to
watch and nettle me, and I was always more lively
than discreet ; but, as sure as I live, she never had
any just cause to complain of me. Her attorneys
were determined to win their case, and they got the
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* proofs ' — as they call them — but there was no truth
in the charges."
"Whew!" said Pendlebury. " Tout pent se r^tablir.'*
" No, no ; she is married. I'm glad to say I'm
relieved of the trouble of thinking about it."
" How do you know ? "
" What is she doing here ? She must be travel-
ling with somebody. That som.ebody is her hus-
band."
" Where is he, then ? " inquired the peer.
** I don't know. Ill, on his back, in one of the
lower cabins. — Ah ! what's this now } "
Sir Benjamin Peakman and the captain entered.
The knight in his blandest manner made the
humblest apologies for his errors of yesterday.
The captain more awkwardly endeavoured to
make his peace with the Master in Chancery.
"Captain," said the Master, with a grave face,
*' I'll forgive you on one condition. Do I talk
French like a Nantes skipper? Am I aiR feet
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eight inches ? Is my hair dyed ? Do you retract
these and all other personal reflections?"
Captain Windlass, being more of an honest
sailor than a man of the world, did not relish this
raillery ; but he took off the irons with his own
hands, and there was a tear in the corner of his
clear blue eye as he tendered his big fist to his
quondam prisoner.
" Faith, captain," said the Master, "your method
of examination was 'cross* in more senses than
onj. If you were to transport that huge corpus of
yours into the Four Courts, and emphasise your
questions with those big fists as you did with me,
there's never a witness could stand before ye.
They'd swear anything you liked. However, I'm
obliged to you. It's ten thousand pounds in my
pocket. But now I'll pay ye good for evil. You
say the murderer is on board. I'll help you to
detect him, and when he's found we'll manage
with him better than you did with me."
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through a good deal of mental worry and
physical exertion since the vessel had eloped from
Greencastle Bay in the manner he so graphically
described to his new friend, Mr. Stillwater. The
four hundred people under his care were an un-
usually large number for the season of the year
and its invariably furious weather. They kept
him busy at all points. Their cries, their tears,
their adjurations, their oaths, their threats, their
terrors — all of which he would like to have treated
with contempt, but dared not, for these people know
how to take their money's worth out of the com-
panies — brought down Mr. Crog in three days
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from a state of breathless redundancy to one of
breathless emaciation, and altered his colour from
a fine healthy rose-blush to a tint of tawny orange.
To meet the fickle fancies of such a various charge,
to soothe, to threaten, to nurse, to cheer, and to
bully three hundred people who are rolling about
in helpless terror and misery, is not an occupation
which one would suppose to hold out attractions
even to a performing dog, but there are men found
to take to it, and not unkindly. Mr. Crog was ever
vowing when at sea that he would leave it, and
ever when in port reversing his decision.
The storm which had been driving in the teeth of
the gallant Kamschatkan for nearly three days be-
gan on the evening of the fourth day to abate. The
wind shifted a point or two ; the barometer, like a
repentant spirit, took a turn upward. Hope spread
from cabin to cabin, where most of the passengers
had been the prey of abject terror and into! .rable
discomfort. The closed doors and battened hatches
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allowed no air to penetrate below, and to the hor-
rible swinging and shaking of the vessel was added
the steady poisoning of the victims by confined
and rebreathed air. It is strange that with all
those resources of mechanical science which are
available in the construction of these huge floating
palaces, no successful means should yet have been
devised to produce between decks and in the gor-
geous cabins, that most successful antidote to sea-
sickness — fresh air. What are electric bells and
gilded cornices to a vomiting mammal .? What is
the healthy ozone of a deck rising and falling
between some sixty degrees of variation from the
horizontal, to a creature lying below, pitilessly
turned upside down and inside out amid the smell
of bilge-water and cookery ? Give us more air, my
masters, more air, an you would have us reconciled
to the pleasures of the " melancholy ocean."
The steerage — on the main deck below the spar
deck — had been, during the three days, a purgatory
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in more senses than one. It was impossible to rig
up wind-sails, and the foulness of the air below
prostrated many a sturdy constitution. Here, how-
ever, Mr. Crog held on his way, overwhelmed with
labour, which was shared by a stewardess, Mrs.
Crog to wit, and by the doctor, a little man who,
coming on board a very pale pink, had gradually
taken on the look and colour of a dirty piece of
parchment.
Unhappy doctor! He is the one man on the
ship who cannot shirk his duty, and often the man
least fit for it. When my Lady Peakman feels that
nausea defies all the coaxing arts of her maid, and
all the faint resolution she can herself muster, the
doctor must be fetched from bed, or board, or
cabin, or steerage, to go through the idle form of
prescribing again what has invariably failed before,
of trying to find an anodyne for the incurable.
" What do you fancy, my lady .? " cries the dis-
tracted medico, himself half nauseated by the
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the symptoms of the universal malady.
" Something acid. Oh, my dear doctor, pre-
scribe an acid drink — with something in it to
support me ! "
" Lemonade and brandy } "
" Ugh ! Don't mention it ! " She motions with
her fingers in a certain direction.
" Champagne } "
" Oh ! gone long since ! " Fingers pointing again.
" Have you tried the effervescent citrate of bis-
muth ? »
" Maria ! here, quick ! Doctor, you'll
kill me. The mention of it is enough."
" Your paroxysms are exceedingly severe," says
the medico, who has been observing with his head
on one side. He has said so to every one in
the chip. "I'll tell you what I'll do— I'll order
you squeezed lemon in potass water."
" The very thing ! Just what I feel I want. Oh !
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my clear doctor (hysterically), how shall I ever
sufficiently thank you ! I felt I was dying, and
you may have saved my life. Do come back in an
hour, and see how I am getting on."
" By all means, my lady. Her ladyship must be
kept warm," he says to the drooping Maria, and
hurrying away, buries himself in the steerage far
out of call of the indignant dame when, an hour
later, after a temporary struggle with his last pre-
scription, she is once more screaming for the hapless
medico. If he turns into his berth for an hour's
sleep, he is aroused by a terrific thump on the door,
" Docther, doc-ther ! "
" What's the matter } Who's there > "
" It's me, yer honour," says a gigantic Hibernian,
thrusting into the cabin a shock of red hair, from
beneath which his eyes dance all over the bottles
that are rattling about in their racks.
" Well, what do you want } ".
"Biddy Maclore, me own wife, yer honour, is
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gone clane off to glory ? "
"Stuff! they're all dying. What's the matter
with her ? "
" She can't heave no furder, yer honour ; and she
says it'll be the death of her sure in five minnits,
if ye don't come."
" Maclore ! "
" Yer honour ! "
" Do you see those cards in a little tray on your
right >" '
" I do, yer honour."
" They're orders for Bass's ale. Take one, and
give half the bottle to Biddy as soon as you can,
and take the other half yourself. You're looking
seedy under the eyes ; and, mind you, don't you
bother me again to-day."
"Thank ye, yer honour, ye've saved her life;"
and helping himself to two cards, Maclore goes
ofT to claim the " medicine."
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Mr. Grog's engrossing cares had not prevented
him from giving some attention to tne subject of
the fugitive criminal. Great indeed was his chagrin
when it was announced on the morning of the third
day that the man had been found, by a rival
steward, and in the captain's cabin. He tried to
look up Mr. Stillwater, who, having disappeared
into the men's quarters, had not emerged again.
But that person had very successfully concealed
himself. He was provided with all that he needed,
and he made no requisitions on the steward. He
managed to get his tea brought to him by a fellow-
passenger, who was just able to crawl up and down
again with their tin mugs. Mr. Stillwater had kept
his ears open to everything that was said around
him during the two days, and this acute listener
acquired many a hint of the experiences, aims, and
destinies of the emigrants.
Towards the afternoon of the fourth day, Mr.
Grog, provided with a lanthorn, entered the men's
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quarters on the starboard side of the engine bulk-
heads, and proceeded deliberately to scan the faces
of all the invalids who tenanted its rows of cribs,
top and bottom. The men lay four deep, side by
side. At length, at the farthest end, in the inside
berth of t'le lowest row, Mr. Crog recognised the
great wideawake, under which, even in the dark-
ness, Mr. Stillwater concealed his face. The truth
was, he had an objection to the skirmishing of rats
over his countenance.
" Halloo ! " said Mr. Crog. " Here you are I I
thought you must be dead."
" More dead than alive," replied the other, shad-
ing his face from the light. "Take away that
confounded lanthorn — it blinds one."
" All right. Are you able to get up > The
weather's beginning to moderate, and the peison
you know of has sent down to the steerage to
ascertain if there's a v/ally aboard in want of a
place."
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" Bravo ! That's all right. I shall get up directly.
I've only been a bit lazy."
" I've such a game to tell you of, about our run-
away friend. Come along as quick as you can."
Leaving his lanthorn for the man to take to the
wash-room, the steward went off and waited fc
Mr. Stillwater at the top of the companion.
" Come," he said, looking at Mr. Stillwater's im-
proved appearance, " you're all right now — and
your eye is quite well."
He then related the story of Mr. Fex's arrest,
and of the subsequent denouement. The latter was
not so much enjoyed by Mr. Stillwater as the
former. However, he laughed at Mr. Crog's nar-
rative, which, being the fourth or fifth edition,
had become by this time considerably em-
bellished.
"We still have to find our man. Well, the
weather promises better now: it will bring him
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" I heard something while I was lying in there,"
replied the other, " which gave me a notion that
there was somebody aboard connected with a rob-
bery, at all events."
" No. Did you ? " said Mr. Crog, keenly. " Tell
us all about it."
" Better wait until I've got to the bottom of it,"
replied Mr. Stillwater, quietly. " Now, where shall
I find this old gent, eh ? "
"No. 35, port side, inside cabin. Knock. He
expects you."
As Mr. Stillwater went off, steadying himself to
the motion of the vessel, Mr. Crog looked after
him, with a suspicious expression upon his face,
"You're too knowin', you are," he muttered.
" I was a fool to let on to you. I shall have to
watch you pretty close, my man, or you'll be doing
me out of my share."
The interview of Mr. Stillwater with Sir Ben-
jamin Peakman was satisfactory. The knight, not
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feeling very well, required attentions which Mr.
Stillwatci undertook to minister for the sake of a
few small coiijs of the realm, about which there
was an amusing parley between the quick-witted
knave and the much more able man of business.
The latter had the best of it.
" If you should satisfy me," said Sir Benjamin,
" I shall probably find a place for you in my house
at Quebec. You can enter on your duties at once.
And as I don't like your cDming to wait on me
from the steerage, I have arranged with the
purser that you shall occupy a cabin amidships.
Get your things removed there as soon as you
can."
Mr. Crog was lying in wait for Mr. Stillwater
when he returned, and was not sorry to hear that
the latter was to remove from the steerage.
" He'll have enough to do to look after Sir B.,'*
said the steward to himself."
Accordingly he assisted Mr. Stillwater with
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alacrity to remove his effects, among which was a
heavy portmanteau, to his new berth. On his part,
Mr. Stillwater was not sorry to get away from Mr.
Crog's too familiar observation.
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A MIXED COMPANY.
TOURING the night the wind veered round
to the east and considerably moderated, and
the barometer leaped up an inch and a quarter. The
late-rising sun emerged bright and clear from the
horizon, and the vessel, being now fairly out in the
open Atlantic, and running in a south-westerly
direction, sped on through a warm bright atmo-
sphere. The huge swell of the disturbed ocean had
given place to dancing waves, which seemed from
the rapidly-moving deck to roll along in crystal-
green battalions crested with snowy foam. Before
noon, the awning-deck, fore and aft, was crowded
with lounging convalescents, in every variety of
costume, lying about in sheltered and sunny spots.
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Above them, now poising in relief against the clear
blue sky, now hovering over the flaky wake of the
vessel, and ever and anon darting down to pick
up some of the garbage which the galley stewards
had thrown down the shoots, were huge graceful
sea-gulls — the prettiest scavengers in nature.
The watch, dispersed about the deck, overhauled
the ropes, stays, tarpaulins, and other gear, which
had been injured by the storm. A shroud -net-
ting had been rigged on the quarter-deck, to keep
off the passengers while the ship's carpenter and
his mates endeavoured to provide temporary bul-
warks for the large piece which had been carried
away by the wave.
In one of the most comfortable places on the lee
side of the deck-house (which had by her direc-
tions been secured at an early hour by her maid),
Lady Peakman sat, propped up by cushions from
the saloon bunkers, which any other passengers
would have removed at their peril. Her ladyship,
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however, was accustomed to presume on her hus-
band's wealth, and on her own superiority. She
looked rather languid. The last few days had
convinced her once more of the vanity of human
wishes, and the weakness of the human stomach.
Her large cheeks were depressed and flabby. Dark
strokes underlined her eyes. A good deal of their
brightness and fierceness was subdued, and the
eyelids had a tendency to droop over them heavily.
But she had caused Maria to array her in an ela-
borate toilette. Over her black - grey hair she
wore a beautiful cap of unplucked sea-otter skin.
Her dress was of olive cloth richly embroidered,
over which had been thrown a fur -lined pelisse
of more than half her length.
Miss Araminta, who had also suffered extremely,
if less noisily than her mamma, was a charming
little picture of a recovering invalid. She lay in
the sun, in a scarlet cloak, left open, and display-
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matelassi trimmed v/ith feathers. On her head
was a coquettish little felt hat, with a blackcock's
feather, which suited admirably her fine auburn
hair. Her little form, half hidden, half set off by a
carefully-adjusted rug of the fur of the white fox,
while her head lay back on a soft pillow of eider-
down, presented a very pretty though over-dressed
picture to any unattached young gallant, peer or
commoner, who might be loitering abo'it. The
two ladies were lying close to the open door of
the purser's cabin. Within, upon the sofa, at-
tended by a middle-aged maid of sedate deport-
ment, lay a tall and handsome woman, herself of
middle age, who listened with half contemptuous
interest to the conversation that went on without
Seated on a camp-stool, with his back against
the poop scantling, was the knight, reading a
novel. His new valet had arranged the stool,
with a skin upon it, and laid a small pile of
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It was the first time this man had seen Lady
Peakman. She was reclining, with her eyes half-
closed, and took no notice of him. He, on the
contrary, having glanced at her an instant, suddenly
dropped his face, a habit he had, to shade his eyes,
and regarded her with a fixed, keen look. Sir
Benjamin, coming up at the moment, spoke to his
lady, who opened her eyes directly on Mr. Still-
water's face, and catching his intent stare, coloured,
frowned, looked away, and then with a startled
expression looked at him again. But he had
gone.
The knight saw this. "Ohl" he said, "you
were wondering who that man was. He is the
fellow I have engaged as my temporary valet. He
understands his business, though I don't like his
expression. His hair and whiskers are a beastly
red."
Lady Peakman made no observation, and the
knight sat down and took up William Black's latest
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for the rudest and the most artistic mind.
Presently Miss Araminta, who had been silently-
using her eyes, said, " There he is, mamma ! "
A tall young gentleman, in a coarse tweed suit,
passed from the companion, and slightly raising
his hat to the young lady, proceeded along the
deck further astern, where several persons were
extended at their ease, protected from the slight
wind by the saloon skylight and its high combing.
Lady Peakman glanced approvingly at the young
lord's figure, but presently her face assumed an air
of astonishment arid disgust.
" Sir Benjamin," she said, " come here quickly."
The knight, annoyed at being interrupted, came
forward, smiling like a cherub.
"Look here, my dear. Lord Pendlebury has
gone and thrown himself down on a rug at the
feet of that vulgar Mrs. McGowkie ; and, do you
see, she has the impudence to smirk and chat
suit,
with him as coolly as if he were a draper's as-
sistant ? Do go and tell him who those people are.
He will be exceedingly mortified by-and-by if you
allow this to go on without warning."
Sir Benjamin was not born a gentleman, and
this is said to be a disadvantage which no after
experience can make up. He put his book under
his arm, and swinging his glasses in his hand,
sauntered up the deck to the spot where the young
peer was abandoning himself to the quaint and easy
liveliness of the U. P. minister's daughter. Mr.
McGowkie, who had met the young lord in the
smoking-room, was aiding and abetting with ad-
mirable Caledonian coolness. Sir Benjamin, stand-
ing above, and bowing to Mr. McGowkie in his
most polished manner, and beaming on the whole
party with his curious smiling eyes and large
flashing teeth, said, —
"Oh, can I have a word with you, my lord >"*
Lord Pendlebury, inwardly cursing Sir Benjamin
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for a troublesome old fellow, but thinking that he
mi^ht have something to say about his friend
Corcoran, rose and walked beside the knight, who
led the way amidships. When they were fairly
out of hearing, the latter said, —
" Lord Pendlebury, Lady Peakman, who hopes
you will permit me to present ; to her, thought
that I ought to convey to you a piece of informa-
tion. She is, you probably are aware, quite an
habitude of society ; and I am sure that you will
feel that she is only discharging her duty — and —
and will accept her kindly little intervention in the
spirit in which it is meant ? "
Lord Pendlebury, astonished at this exordium,
merely bowed, and looked straight before him.
" Lady Peakman was afraid, you know," said Sir
Benjamin, who required all his blandness and all
his resource to acquit himself of the delicate
mission he had undertaken, " lest you should think
us remiss, being thoroughly conversant with our
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little colonial society, and therefore acquainted
with all the colonial people on board — as no
doubt you can understand persons in our position
are obliged to be," said Sir Benjamin, apologeti-
cally, with a simper, which did not seem to exert
upon the peer a soothing effect, for the quick-
eyed knight saw his nostrils dilating, "if we did
n*. "" inform you who and what they are. Because,
of course,* proceeded Sir Benjamin, with a win-
ning effort at a smile, " we know that a peer
would not care to be associated with any who —
though they might be very honest people — were
not exactly persons of any position, you know ;
in fact, quite the reverse."
" Oh, you are quite mistaken about that," said
Lord Pendlebury, brusquely, hoping to cut short
this tirade, which was boring him extremely. " I
rather have a fancy for odd company, and cads are
my particular whim. But, to tell you the truth,
I haven't been into the steerage yet Is Lady
Feakman afraid of fleas ? "
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" O dear no ! You misunderstand me, my dear
Lord Pendlebury," cried the knight, flushing up.
" Lady Peakman observed you were being addressed
in very familiar terms by the person you were
talking to when I came up — a Mrs. McGowkie —
and she thought it would only be right to let you
know that she is only the daughter of a Scotch
dissenting minister, and that Mr. McGowkie, her
husband, is what in England you would call a
wholesale draper of Toronto."
" Ah 1 " said Lord Pendlebury, with greater tact
than the knight had shown. " How kind of Lady
Peakman to concern herself about me ! I quite
appreciate her good taste and her good feeling.
Will you do me the honour to present me to her
ladyship }"
Sir Benjamin was delighted. They proceeded
aft. Lord Pendlebury said a few polite words to
Lady Peakman about the \/eather, slyly squinting
meanwhile into the purser's cabin at its occupant,
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who was listening intently to all that took place ;
•and then, after exchanging a few commonplace
remarks with Araminta, the peer lifted his hat, and
coolly walking back again, resumed his position
opposite little Mrs. McGowkie, who became more
lively and pretty than ever. Shrewd Sandy Mc
Gowkie had not been an apprentice at Lewis and
Allonby's for nothing. He had watched the whole
performance with a sardonic interest and a grim
sense of humour, which produced curious results on
his steady face.
Araminta pouted and pretended to sleep. Lady
Peakman tossed her head and turned her back.
Sir Benjamin's study of Mr. William Black's
charming book assumed an intensity v/hich the
great novelist would have been pained to witness,
especially if he had noticed that not a page was
turned over for h?.if-an-hour. After lunch, however,
the peer, v/ith commanding coolness, seized upon
the knight's stool, and conning with the air of an
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amateur admirer the graceful figure and pretty
dress of Miss Araminta, made himself immensely'
at home. The facile knight lent himself agreeably
to this whim, while his lady endeavoured, with in-
different success, to run a delicate line between
hauteur and amiability. She was too fond of
governing to endure with equanimity a neat and
successful rebuff. But little Araminta prattled
away in the best Windsor-school style, and by-and-
by, when Lord Pendlebury gravely asked the per-
mission of Lady Peakman to give her daughter a
promenade, it was very solacing to the old lady to
watch the lithe damsel leaning on the steady arm
of the rich and brilliant young peer.
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FEMININE MYSTERIES.
T^ING-DONG, &c. Once more that dinner bell
with its "clang and clash and roar!" The
bright cool weather had quickened the blood and
sharpened the appetites of the saloon passengers,
and with very few exceptions they showed up
at the table. There was the captain, rosy and
smiling, fresh from his shaving-glass, in his blue
jacket and gilt buttons, every inch a sailor and a
man. He was chatting with his friends the
McGowkies. Sandy had been crossing to and
fro for ten years, and Captain Windlass and he
always " foregathered " with mutual g'^od-will. Mr.
Carpmael, a trifle sea-green perhaps about the
cheeks, and his wife were at the table. Next to
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them there had seated herself a tall lady, who,
though past the prime of life, still showed
traces of a period when she must have figured as
handsome. Her fine cap and black lace shawl,
which dropped negligently off her shoulders, vin-
dicated her regard for the conventional custom
of dressing for dinner.
Lady Peakman coming in, as usual, late, with
considerable fuss, exchanged glances with this lady,
and saw in a moment that she had to do with a
person probably as skilled as herself in the ways of
society. Araminta's dress showed that her maid
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had been put to some trouble in preparing her
for action. The knight in his black frock coat
asserted the eminent dignity of the family.
Behind his chair the new valet silently stationed
himself.
"Oh, I thought," said Lady Peakman to the
captain, as she raised her glasses and swept the
table with her glance until she had reached the
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point where Lord Pendlebury — who, she observed
in a moment, still retained his grey tweed coat —
was sitting, " I thought, captain, that you would
have been able to arrange that Lord Pendlebury
should join our party at the head of the table."
" I should have been very happy," said the cap-
tain, with the indifference of a matter-of-fact man
who was master of his ship, " to find Lord Pendle-
bury a place somewhere up here, had he applied to
me in time. But he selected his own seat."
" Oh, I know. He came on board late," said her
ladyship. And turning her eyes inquiringly across
the table, she added, with a curious mixture of
graciousness and insolence, " Perhaps Mr. Mc
Gowkie could ^"
" Na ! " said Sandy McGowkie, drily, interrupt-
ing her. " We're no to move, my Lady Peakman,
noo we're settled down in these seats. His lord-
ship may just shift for himsel*."
" The impertinent puppy," said Lady Peakman
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condescending to him."
The lady opposite McGowkie could hardly re-
press a smile, which the knight caught and re-
sented. Lady Peakman had not been so fortunate.
" Oh," she said, turning deliberately towards the
stranger, " here is a lady who, I believe, has no
companion. Do you think, madam, that it might
be possible to arrange that Lord Pendlebury — a
friend of ours — who is at the foot of the table,
might be allowed to join us by making an exchange
of seats with you.?"
" Lord Pendlebury, madam," said the lady,
quietly raising a single eye-glass and looking at
the peer, " is an old friend of ours — I mean, of
mine — and I can scarcely conceive that he would
consent to the arrangement you propose."
"The table must stand as it is arranged," said
the captain, bluntly, and he was dashed in Lady
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The knight smiled all the time, and bowed with
affected approval upon McGowkie and his vts-d-vis,
as they made their remarks. With the greatest
ease he instantly entered into conversation with the
strange lady about the young peer. Her accent
gave him a hint, which he improved.
" He was a short time in Ireland, I think } " said
he, deferentially.
The experienced dame gave a sly side-glance at
Lady Peakman, on this incautious admission by
her husband that the "friendship" with the young
lord was not of. sufficient intimacy to have enabled
them to follow his notorious movements.
" I knew him very well in Dublin," said the lady,
" when he was an aide-de-camp to the Lord-Lieu-
tenant. He was so clever, everybody liked him at
the Castle."
Sandy McGowkie's under jaw was a study.
Mistress McGowkie looked frightened. This was
a battle with great guns, and she knew who she
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thought had won. Mr. Carpmael, with lawyer-like
alacrity, turned the conversation, out of which Lord
Pendlebury was allowed to drop " like a hot potato."
Lady Peakman had used her scented handker-
chief very vigorously, and then applied herself to
the soup. As she laid down the spoon, her eye
fell on the face of the knight's valet, who stood
sedately behind his chair. He was looking straight
at her. Their eyes therefore met. A curious change
passed over his face swiftly, like a flash of lightning.
" Good Lord I " cried Lady Peakman, and she
fainted away.
In an instant there was immense commotion.
The valet darted round the table and supported his
lady. Araminta screr.med. Everybody jumped up.
Little Mistress McGowkie was the only one who
retained her presence of mind. She clapped a
bottle of smelling salts to her ladyship's nose, and
dashed a glass of water in her face. But it was not
a fit which would yield to those remedies. Lady
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into her cabin, the knight following and wringing
his hands. The doctor, who had, on taking a
glance at her, instantly run for his lancet, now
ordered the cabin to be cleared.
Later on it was reported in the ship that Lady
Peakman had had a slight fit, brought on by eating
too rapidly when in a state of excessive weakness.
Two persons were ceaseless in their inquiries and
in their offers of help, namely, Mrs. McGowkie and
the lady who sat next to Mrs. Carpmael. This
lady's maid, an older and more experienced person
than either Maria or Miss Ringdove, was installed
for a time in charge of the invalid. She gave as
the name of her mistress, Mrs. Belldoran.
One person on board had not yet taken advan-
tage of the finer weather to leave his quarters. The
door of the captain's cabin, surrounded as we have
seen by aristocratic and pretty loungers, remained
closed, save when Nick Donovan, the steady-going
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wait upon his master. Mr. Corcoran, for he must
now be known by his correct name, was not
merely kept in hiding by a pusillanimous shame,
but his terror at the idea of another meeting — even
under more dignified conditions — with his divorced
lady was more than he could overcome. On her part,
as we have seen, there appeared to be no such mau'
vaise honte. She had gone to dinner ready to face
any emergency. When the excitement created by
Lady Peakman's illness had subsided, and people,
finding the patient did not mean immediately to
die, resumed their places, Mrs. Belldoran made
herself very agreeable to the company about her.
Lord Pendlebury joined her as she was leaving the
saloon, and a few words passed between them.
" Well, you have not forgotten me } " she said.
"O no, Mrs. Cor I mean — whew! I forgot!
A thousand excuses. Forgive me. What shall I
say ? "
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" Mrs. Bclldoran."
" Your family name. Of course I have not for-
gotten you. What a dch'ghtful place that Castle
was ! — But what changes ! — How terrible all this
is ! Forgive me, I cannot help alluding to it."
" Oh ! " said the lady, touching her eyes with
her pocket-handkerchief. " What I have suffered I
And now, what do you think ? Come into my
cabin a moment, where no one can hear us, and
let me tell you. — You swear you will never utter
a word of this .? Well. I met in London a very
estimable and gentlemanly person — a Mr. Free-
mantle — cousin, you know, of the Freemantles
of Castle Doynton. He is permanent financial
secretary, or auditor - general, or something like
that, in the Canadian Government. And, my
dear Lord Pendlebury, do you know I agreed to
marry him at the expiration of a year from the —
the — you know. I cannot bear to mention the word.
The year is just up, and I thought it would be
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better to go out and marry him quietly in Montreal,
instead of setting every one's tongue a-going here.
Well now of all the most perverse and terrible
accidents in the world — He is on board. Ay !
and in the very nexi c abin. I heard his voice. I
have seen him " — Mrs. Belldoran covered her eyes
with her handkerchief, as if to shut out the terrible
vision — " seen him under the most absurd circum-
stances, which I won't describe to you." Then she
began to cry.
" And do you know," she continued, sobbing,
"the poor creature ! my maid tells me they mistook
him for a murderer, and put ^' in irons. I heard
them struggling with ^ ^ «^ar! was there
ever anything mort auiui, jre awkward ! "
" Pray be calm ! ' cried Lord Pendlebury, who
was distressed at the feel-'ng she showed, 'ie bit
his lips, for he knew not what else to ^ The
chance of a re-establishment was gone, foi re was
the lady e7t route to be married.
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"You may at least be friends again," he said
to himself, half thinking aloud.
" No," she said, beating her breast. " No, never!
I sat in court. I heard the evidence. Up to that
time, although I was dreadfully angry with him,
for he is a most foolish and impracticable fellow, I
never really in my heart believed the worst about
him. But the evidence of that Homburg waiter I
There was no getting over that you know."
" Mrs. Corcoran — there — please forgive me, but
I can call you nothing else — that evidence was
not true," said Lord Pendlebury, surprised at his
own dogmatism. He had nothing but Corcoran's
word for it.
" Who says so ? " said the lady, vehemently.
" I have seen him in the next cabin. He told me
the whole story. He assured me on his honour as
a man c id a Christian that there was not a word of
truth in that evidence, though he admits he behaved
stupidly and unadvisedly."
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" Heaven help me!" cried Mrs. Belldoran, throw-
ing herself down and weeping bitterly. " If I could
only believe it ! I have never had a happy hour
since this horrible thing happened. Pray leave me,"
she added, holding up her hand and motioning him
away.
The young peer, greatly moved, walked out on
the now darKcned deck, and paced up and down a
full hour before he could recover his self-command.
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THE REPRISAL OF THE PAST.
A LL nightlong LadyPeakman lay in Ir^r berth.
The curtain was drawn, to shade from her
eyes the light, which by the captain's permission
had been left burning. Araminta and her maid had
been removed to an empty cabin, and her lady-
ship's abigail occupied the other cabin alone. To-
wards night the wind, which as the gale moderated
had gone round with the sun, freshened up a little,
and the comparative serenity of the day was suc-
ceeded by a slight rolling motion, which was not
however unpleasant. To and fro rocked Lady
Peakman, to and fro through the draggling hours ;
listening to the irritating crack-crack of the wood-
work as it started here and started there ; to the
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heavy step of the watch trampling to and fro to
heave the log or haul tight a brace ; to the jingling
of the glasses in the rack over her head ; to the
melancholy sough and boom of the wind and
ocean, that strangely-mingled sound which im-
presses such a feeling of intense mystery and
powerlessness on a lonely soul at sea.
And just now Lady Peakman was intolerably
alone — painfully isolated in her own sorrow. For
a great and terrible sorrow had stricken her.
" Oh," she said to herself, " if I wei -^ only ashore.
If I were not shut up in this floating den. It is too
horrible ! "
She was a woman of courage, of experience, of
resource, but she was completely paralysed. At
times she burst into fits of weeping.
4 Had Maria been awake, she could have heard
the sobs, and the low moans between them, which,
strong as her mistress was, and desperately as she
strove to stifle them, would have way. What was
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It is too
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it that went and came with its gentle and its tem-
pestuous changes through the soul of this woman
—this woman so hard to herself, so haughty, so
domineering, so relentless to others ! Somethin!
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laughed immoderately. A faint echo came from the
adjacent cabin.
"Ah! I see, you're joking!" cried Mr. Corcoran,
beginning to draw in again.
" On my honour, it's true," replied the peer, re-
covering his gravity. " The happy substitute is to
meet her at Portland, and they will be married
before Christnas Day."
" Will tlity ? " cried Mr. Corcoran, in a tone of
thunder, as he slipped out of bed with extraordinary
alacrity. " Give me my trousers ! "
A silvery laugh again in the purser's cabin. Mr.
Corcoran blushed and looked foolish.
" Stop ! " said the young lord, highly delighted.
*' Remember, my dear Corcoran, whatever steps you
propose to take, you have plenty of time. We are
only five days out, and we shall be lucky indeed if
we get in under seven more. Let me send you
your servant, and then I shall be at your disposal."
In three-quarters of an hour the mysterious Mr,
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Fex appeared on deck, walking arm-in-arm with
Lord Pendlebury.
The red-faced man of the dinner table was sitting
in the smoking-room, exchanging vulgar confidences
with some other people of his own sort. He had
been relating a cock-and-bull story of the manner
in which he had " taken down " the young peer, in
a conversation at the foot of the table.
"There he is now!" he suddenly exclaimed,
pointing with the stem of his pipe, "talking to
that Mr. Fex who is in the captain's cabin. The
first time the man has shown up since his arrest.
What a lark that was ! They say the man came
aboard here under a false name, but I haven't been
able to find out what his real one is. I believe
old Peakman knows, but he is such a snob —
you can never get anything out of him. He
and that old duchess keep themselves as close as
weasels."
" Is dere not some story about dis Lady Peak-
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man ? " said Mr. Weiss, a German tobacconist of
Kingston. "Vas she not an actress before he
married her } "
" O no ! " reph'ed the red-faced man. " Nothing
so good as that. They said her husband was an
Italian count, name of Stracchino."
" Stracchino ! " cried the German. " A Prince of
Milan, I suppose. Eh ? Ha ! Ha ! It is a name
that ought to smell — vot you call stink — at all
events."
Mr. Weiss's joke was addressed to an audience to
whom Gorgonzola and its magnificent flavour were
alike unknown. But the red-faced man took the
point, though he could not understand the joke.
" Well," he said, " if all they say is true, it did
stink considerably in all the gambling-places in
Europe. But Madame is clever. She never lets out
anything, and it is so long ago, that inquiries are
useless."
"Veil," said Mr. Weiss. "Vy vould you inquire?
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or any von else vant to trouble ze poor lady ? "
Mr. Weiss, who was a man of some weight, sat
puffing at his meerschaum, and his words, having
a taste of honesty and good feeling in them, rather
depressed the malicious energy of the red -faced
man.
The topic was changed by Mr. Turton, the editor
of a low Ottawa newspaper, returning from his first
visit to the " old country," on what Americans call
a "dead head" trip extracted from the owner-,
of the Kamschatkan. He spoke in a horrible tone,
which was neither Yankee, nor Irish, nor Scotch,
but a successful compound of the most vulgar ele-
ments of all three.
" Well, sirr I Never mind the old lady. Though
I'm of opinion that everybody's sins should be
brought out square, and shown up, for the good of
society in general, and of the folks themselves in
particular." He puffed the smoke from under a
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scrubby moustache of a dirty clay colour, and
looked round on the assembled witenagemote of
Canadian counter - jumpers. " But, lookee here !
Has any one heard what they are doing to dis-
cover this murderer they say they have on board ? "
No one had any news.
" Well, I've been doing a little detection on my
own hook, down in the steerage—
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" And you have found de man ! " said Mr. Weiss,
with great gravity removing his pipe to utter the
words.
" / did'nt say so, sirr I " cried the other, annoyed.
" But, if he is aboard — which I don't believe — he is
among a troop of German gamblers I've spotted in
the steerage."
The company laughed at Mr. Weiss, who went
on puffing away, with perfectly steady features.
Then deliberately removing his pipe, he said, " Den
I do not give a cent for your discovery."
" I'll bet you ten dollars I'll find him ! " cried the
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" Do-one," said the German, gravely. " Ve vill
at vonce de money shtake. Dere is my ten dollars."
And he drew out of a greasy pocket-book two five-
dollar notes.
"I haven't any Canadian money about me, I
guess," answered the editor, shoving his hands
ostentatiously into all his pockets, out of which,
as he had been able to anticipate, nothing was
evolved. "You'll have to trust me."
"No," said the German, with a prolonged and
exasperating intonation, as he restored his money
to its case. " I nevare trustish a Canadian editor.
Dare is von bill of sixty dollar of see-gar, dat vas
all smoke up by de editor of de ' Toronto Scalper,'
but for me it all end in de smoke. He offer me
to take it in advertising, but I tell him to advertise
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The laugh was turned against the journalist, who
registered a vow that one of the earliest numbers
of his paper, after his return, should contain a
letter from Kingston, alluding in scathing terms
to the return of Mr. Weiss, the German Jew,
from his native Hamburgh, with a consignment
of bad tobacco and German cigars, which he
was palming off on a trustful public for genuine
Havanna.
A few minutes later Lord Pendlebury again
passed the smoking-room door. He had left Mr.
Corcoran chatting with the captain. The red-faced
man slipped out of the cabin and approached the
peer as he stood near the wheel-house.
" My lord," he said, taking off his hat, « I hope
your lordship will permit me to offer my humblest
apologies for any rudeness I may have committed
in ignorance of your lordship's rank, when speaking
to you at table .? "
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" Stretcher, my lord. Your lordship will allow
me to hand you my card. One of the best shops
in Montreal, for all that a gentleman can need
your lordship, and I shall feel deeply honoured by
your distinguished patronage, my lord."
"Oh! very well, Mr. Stretcher. I accept your
advertisement. Your apologies are unnecessary."
And Lord Pendlebury resumed his walk. His
mind was occupied in considering with an earnest-
ness and sagacity beyond his years the puzzling
dilemma in which he saw his two friends to be
placed. He was satisfied of Corcoran's good faith.
The late Master in Chancery was a well-known
man in Dublin society, lively, agreeable, amusing,
not always either dignified or discreet, fond no less
of conversation than of toddy, a favourite with
men and women. Moreover, he was for his age
an excellently preserved man. The late Mrs.
Corcoran, now Mrs. Belldoran, at one time a
handsome person, was Scotch, of good family, high
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bred, exceedingly particular in her bearing, man-
ner, conversation, and associates.
They had married late in life. No children had
blessed their union. Not understanding her hus-
band's Irish nature, or his fondness for irony of
speech and situation, and often disturbed by the
flavour of * is racy humour or the freedom of his
manneid, Mrs. Corcoran's confidence in her hus-
band became seriously shaken. Suspicions were
excited. Sharp words were exchanged. Mr. Cor-
coran, conscious of his own honesty, keenly resented
his wife's reflections, and did what many a man
foolishly does in such circumstances — he affected
to become more extravagant than ever. An un-
usually hot matrimonial skirmish having taken
place at Homburg, Mrs. Corcoran left her husbb.nd
without notice, and, returning to London, placed
herself in the hands of solicitors. Mulrooney
and Cadge "got up" a case for her with
exemplary readiness and disastrous success. A
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cause cdebre was tried at Westminster, for the
pair had been married in England. A German
waiter was produced, who swore to conduct on
the part of the learned Master which satisfied the
judge and shocked his friends. A divorce was de-
creed. Upon this Mr. Corcoran retired from the
Mastership. He had a considerable fortune, and
finding life in Dublin, notwithstanding the fact
that many of his friends remained staunch, to be
painfully changed for him, he resolved to take
a tour in America. To be perfectly free from any
embarrassing inquiries, he assumed the whimsical
name of Fex.
Lord Pendlebury, as aide-de-camp to the Lord-
Lieutenant, had seen a good deal both of Mr.
Corcoran and his wife, and had been extremely
shocked by the circumstances and results of the
appeal to the Divorce Court. And now, when by
a most extraordinary fatality they were brought
together under conditions which seemed to be fa-
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vourable to a reconciliation, here was a Canadian
auditor-general, or some other official, expecting to
meet Mrs. Belldoran, as his Jiancee, at their port of
destination. The young lord viewed his own po-
sition with some anxiety, and not without a sen-
sation of amusement. Both parties had chosen to
make him a confidant of their hostile griefs. He
fancied that he detected on either siJe a tone of
regret at the past, which might, were experienced
tact only at hand, be nourished into some effort to
retrieve its sorrowful and disastrous consequences.
He was specially alive to the necessity of securing
the aid of some woman of sense and spirit in the
delicate task which circumstances had thrown
upon him. Lady Peakman occurred to his mind»
only to be discarded. He saw that Mrs. Belldoran
would not suffer interference from any one of Lady
Peakman's manners and temperament. There was
only one other person even distantly available,
namely, Mrs. McGowkie, a quaint, gentle, pleasant
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little Scotch wife, without a shadow of experience
in the ways of the wicked world.
"Well," he said to himself, "there can be no
harm in making them acquainted. The Scotchwo-
man's simplicity and genuineness may have soi"ne
effect on the elder lady. And who knows } They
may ' foregather,' as Mr. McGowkie would say."
So, before an hour was over, Lord Pendlebury
had managed to bring the proud Mrs. Belldoran
and the blushing little Mrs. McGowkie together.
To the latter he had given no information. He
left the two ladies to mature an acquaintance and
exchange confidences if they pleased. At the
same time the cunning young peer kept his friend
upon the deck, engaged in a peripatetic conversa-
tion, during which he several times designedly took
him past the place where the two ladies were sit-
ting. Hence Corcoran and his former wife were
obliged to exchange glances, and every time they
did so their hearts were bleeding.
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Mean time Mrs. McGowkie, being taken in hand
by a superior tactician, had told her prouder
countrywoman all about herself, and her early life,
and her marriage, with unaffected, and not in the
least vulgar or offensive, candour. There was a
freshness about this young person which was sooth-
ing to Mrs. Belldoran's disquiet. The familiar
native accent also fell with a gentle charm on the
lady's heart.
"You know," said Mrs. McGowkie, prattling
away, "it is so pleasant to feel you are really
loved and respected by the man you marry — and
so easy to agree with him. I never could imagine
how two people who loved each other sufficiently
to become man and wife could ever have a differ-
ence. He is the * head of the wife,' * as she is
a * crown unto her husband.* "
" Why, you silly little chit," said Mrs. Belldoran,
looking down magnificently on this commonplace
and inexperienced little sciolist. "Do you not
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know that very few people become man and wife
because they love each other? There are much
more ordinary and unsentimental reasons than that."
Mrs. McGowkie blushed.
" I know nothing about them, madam. If
people choose to begin wrong, they must e'en end
wrong."
"Ay, but again it is said that love matches
generally end the worst. Affection is easily satiated.
People get bored with each other's company, sus-
picious of each other's faith."
" Ay, that's people ' in the world,' " interrupted
Mrs. McGowkie. "I've had little to do with the
like of them. To their own master must they stand
or fall. I am sure, my dear madam, you have no
experience of that sort ! "
Mrs. McGowkie's simple heart having been
deeply pained by her companion's cynicism, she
spoke this with some intensity of feeling and ex-
pression. In the earnestness of the moment she
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laid her hand, in its little brown kid glove, on the
arm of her haughty companion, and gave it a
gentle pressure. The lady looked embarrassed.
" Oh, believe me, lady," continued Mrs. McGowkie,
adopting, in the warmth of her feeling, the language
and accent of her home life, " Said ye na ken it, as
I trust in God ye doo, when twa hearts is in tune
the ane wi th'ither, and baith takin their note
from the Great Master in heaven, though noo and
again earthly imperfections may waken a bit dis-
cord throo trouble or anger, His hand will sune
set the chords aricht. He bindeth up the broken
hearts ; and surely He can harmonise the broken
music of earnest an' loving souls."
" You know little of the world, my child," said
the lady, bending over and kissing the soft bloom-
ing cheek, ere she rose and hastily retreated to her
cabin. Mrs. McGowkie wiped away a tear-drop
that was coursing down her face. It had not come
from her own eye.
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"Mebbe," ske mused to herself, "I ha' done
wrong. The puir Icddy will dootless hae a sair
heart of her ain. But it was a' true, and truth
canna harm if it's kindly told.''
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THE DISCOVERY.
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ADY PEAKMAN did not leave her berth.
She was suffering from a violent headache.
Sir Benjamin came and went. Araminta flitted in
and out. The maids succeeded each other in their
attendance. But her ladyship, in a state of prostra-
tion, would only open her eyes painfully and lan-
guidly. Every half hour the fine-toned bells rang
out, first on the poop, then on the forward deck.
As eight bells struck in the afternoon, that ran-
corous dinner gong again gave iron tongue to
brazen discord. Although the knight came in
and persuaded her to make an effort, she would
not go to dinner. Nor would she eat. She sent
away her maid to take an airing on deck. She
simply wished to be alone.
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ird deck.
:hat ran-
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came in
he would
She sent
;ck. She
Every one had gone to the saloon. Stewards
could be heard passing to and fro along the cor-
ridors. Clattering dishes, chattering tongues, the
clink of bottles and glasses at the bar, the noise of
people talking on the other side of the saloon bulk-
head, disturbed her painfully. She could not think.
Her brain was throbbing with anxiety and terror.
Suddenly there was a knock at her door. Was
it that man again ? No, he must be waiting on
Sir Benjamin. Drawing her robe around her, she
called out 10 the inquirer to come in. A head of
a man, unknown to her, looking mysterious, was
inserted through the half -open door. It gazed
round. It vanished an instant. It came back
immediately, with the body to which it belonged.
To the body were attached two arms, and on the
hand of one of the arms swung her ladyship's
jewel-case,
.. If you please, my lady," said the man, touching
his hair in front. " may this be yours ? »
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She hardly glanced at it. There was no neces-
sity. She feU what it was. , Her heart sank within
her. She knew that her name lay across the top of
it in proud letters of gold.
" Yes. Who are you ? Where did you get it } "
*' Mr. Crog, may it please your ladyship. Steerage .
steward. This case was found, mum — my lady — •"
stowed away under the mattress of Sir Benjamin's
new valet, Mr. Stillwater."
" Gracious goodness ! "
"Yes, my lady. Might you have given it to him
to take charge of, my lady ? "
" Certainly not."
"Because," said Mr. Crog, "this morning early,
my lady, when eight bells rang — which is four
o'clock a.m., my lady — I was one of the stewards
that had to turn out, and I had occasion to
go and arrange some things, my lady, at the
main hatchway ; and there, at that hour of the
morning, my lady, I see a figure cut across from
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the port passage, here, between the cabins, and run
slap into Slovenly George — a sailor we calls by
that name, my lady. Well, it was dark, and I
shouldn't a known the individual, but the sailor
speaks to him and he answers the sailor, and I
recognises Mr. Stillwater's voice immediate. Says
I to myself, my lady, 'What's this fellar a runnin'
about the ship at this hour of the day for ? And a
carrying somethin' heavy in his hand, moreover ? '
Howsomever, I know that gentlemen on board is
wanting their servants at all hours of the day or
night, and so I says nothing at the time, but thinks
I — 'I'll watch your movements, Mr. Stillwater.' So
I tips the wink to my friend Mr. Benbow, the
steward of the first-class cabins amidships, larboard
side, to look out sharp all round the cabin in
making up the bed, and see if he could find any-
thing ; and he found this uiider the mattress, my
lady. And, my lady, there's a description on board,
and a reward offered for a man who has committed
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walley had his hair as red as carrots, when it ought
to ha' been dyed black, I would have him in irons
ten minutes after dinner was over."
" How do you think he got it ? "
" He must ha' slipped in when you was asleep,
my lady."
" Oh, dear ! " said her ladyship, giving a little
scream. " Surely not ! How shocking ! A man
in my room ! I should certainly have heard him.
... Mr. Crog."
" My lady."
" Don't say anything about this. Now I come to
think of it, Sir Benjamin, who is always very-
anxious about this valuable case, may have asked
the man to take charge of it No doubt that is the
explanation. I will speak to Sir Benjamin. But
I am none the less indebted to you. Here is a
sovereign for you,
" Thank you, my lady,** said Crog, who however
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a little
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come to
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e asked
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ZTQ is a
aowever
felt deeply disappointed that Mr. Stillwater was to
be let off so easily.
"That will do now, Mr. Crog. You need not
speak to Sir Benjamin about it. I shall see him
directly after dinner, and if there is anything wrong
I will send for you ; but I hope it is all right."
Mr. Crog vanished as mysteriously as he came.
In returning to his quarters he slipped into Mr.
Stillwater's cabin, to take an observation on his
own account, being assured that at the moment
the valet was in attendance on his master in the
saloon.
" I don't half like the look of this cove," said Mr.
Crog to himself There was no special reason why
Mr. Crog should have been seized with this pro-
found suspicion of Mr. Stillwater, beyond the fact
that Mr. Stillwater had proved too sharp for him.
Mr. Crog's amour propre had been wounded by the
quick rough way in which Mr. Stillwater had pulled
•him up on the subject of the division of plunder.
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It is only human nature. If you take a man down
even one peg, he will be ready to hold you a thief
and a murderer on very sliglit evidence.
" Now," said Mr. Crog to himself, in continuance,
"here's this cove's baggage. A large pockmantle,
brown leather, wery seedy-looking, been a number,
of woyages, leather cut and scratched all over. Ha !
a stout hasp and a good lock too : don't want no
intruders. No name thereon, leastways so far as I
can see. Wot's this } * Hotel de V Europe, Homhurg*
' Kaiserhofy Koln' Where's that, I wonder } Then
some place or other * Monaco* * Hotel des Etoiles^
Biarritz* Here's one torn off — lets see. *r-n-r —
that's a railway station mark — * r-n-1.' " He took out
the paper containing a description of the runaway.
** Ha ! * Darnley' is the name of the place where the
murder was committed. Well, this is rum, to say
the least of it. Anything else ? Hat-box — wotj
A hat-box, Mr. Stillwater ! You are a swell, for a
walley out of place, you are I — Small trunk or case
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m down
I a thief
nuance,
mantle,
lumber,
;r. Ha!
i^ant no
far as I
niburgl
? Then
EtoiieSt
r-n-1'—
Dok out
naway.
ere the
to say
—-wot J
I, for a
or case
two feet long, with brass nails all over it. No other
mark but * Stillwater' in ink on the bottom. All
locked up, tight as the specie-room. — Nothing else
about } No, not even a pocket-handkercher. You're
a dark un, Mr. Stillwater. ' Still waters run deep.'
Ha, ha, ha ! "
"Ha! ha! ha!" echoed a voice in the cabin,
within a couple of feet of him. Mr. Crog turned
sharply round, and his eyes encountered those of
Mr. Stillwater, which at the moment were lit up
with a dangerous sparkle. He promptly shut
the door and locked it, putting the key in his
pocket.
" What are you doing in here, Mr. Crog .? " inquired
the valet, in an angry tone. " You ain't the steward
of this part of the ship, you know."
" Oh ! " replied Mr. Crog, recovering a little from
his surprise, " I wanted to see you, and I was waiting
for you. I think I have some information about
our much-needed friend."
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ing Mr. Grog's eyes to their very depths, and not
satisfied with the result.
" Yes. I believe I have him. There's a German
has been lying among the men down there, where
you were stowed away so snugly. He don't answer
the description as to hair, et-settery, but you know
it's easy to shave or dye, and if the rest suits, we
hadn't need to stand on ceremony."
Mr. Stillwater looked at Mr. Crog again, with a
quick, keen, penetrating inquiry. The steward, a
powerful fellow, had recovered his assurance. The
cabin in which they were standing was next to the
mess-room of the engineers. Several of them could
be distinctly heard talking on the other side.
" Now, guvnor," said Mr. Crog, thinking it advis-
able to remind him of this fact, "don't talk so
loud, or those parties will overhear us. Come
along with me, and we will take a peep at
the cove I've spotted." Stillwater did not move.
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, search-
and not
German
s, where
answer
)u know
luits, we
, with a
ward, a
e. The
t to the
n could
t advis-
talk so
Come
leep at
t move.
"You've pocketed the key by mistake, Mr. Still-
water. Open the door and come along."
Stillwater hesitated a moment. His face be-
came dark and menacing, and his hand with an
undecided motion sought, not the pocket where he
had deposited the key, but his bosom.
" Bah ! " said Mr. Crog, who was watching every
movement, and he threw himself with all his force
upon the man, and seized his hands. " You would
try that on, would you > " He shouted, " Engineers
there— help ! "
A terrific struggle ensued within the narrow
limits of the cabin. Stillwater, surprised for an
instant by Mr. Grog's unexpected promptness, re-
covered himself with the resourceful readiness of
a man accustomed to situations of danger, and
well trained in all the arts of defence. He soon
shook off Mr. Grog's grasp upon his arms, and,
closing with him, threw him on his back upon the
floor, with his head against the sofa, which raa
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along the ship's side of the cabin, a position which
left the poor steward at his mercy. In the scuffle
a revolver had dropped from the valet's breast, and
fortunately for Mr. Crog at the moment, it was
lying under him, to his great discomfort, so that
his foe was unable to recover it. Mean time the
steward's tongue had not been silent. Men were
already knocking at the door. As Stillwater,
kneeling on the breast of the prostrate Crog, was
striving to get his powerful hands fairly fixed on
his neck, an effort which Crog resisted as well as
he could in his awkward position, two or three
sturdy engineers, applying their shoulders to the
slight panel which constituted the door, burst it in,
with its fastenings, and they and the wreck came
tumbling in together upon Mr. Stillwater and his
intended victim.
The soi-disant valet displayed immense strength,
and the blood which was afterwards found scat-
tered on the white French paint showed how
3n which
le scuffle
east, and
t, it was
, so that
time the
/len were
tillwater,
!rog, was
fixed on
s well as
or three
rs to the
irst it in,
:ck came
■ and his
strength,
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terrific was the struggle that ensued. But weight
and numbers soon told, and in about five or six
minutes Mr. Stillwater, with his hands artistically
tied behind him in a way known only to sailors,
his face bleeding and his clothes nearly torn off
his back, was seated on the sofa, facing several
panting and excited men, whose figures and dress
gave proof of the prisoner's desperate force and
energy.
M^ Crog, more breathless and discomposed than
the rest, was resting upon the edge of the lower
berth, with one eye artificially closed and coloured,
his side - face covered with blood from a scalp
wound, and his general appearance, as a cabin
steward, by no means as trim and taut as the ship's
regulations required. He was intently studying,
with the single eye that remained open, in which
there seemed to play a malicious gleam, the face
and aspect of the so-called Mr. Stillwater. And,
indeed, that person's exertions had wrou^^ht in him
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a remarkable transformation. His red hair had
vanished. It was lying about the floor of the cabin
in rough tags. He now showed black, ruffled,
short-clipped hair, above a high, strongly-marked
forehead. But his whiskers still bore their carroty
colour, as it was now clear, produced by dyeing.
His face showed marks of rough handling. It had
assumed a pale bluish tinge. He replied to Mr.
Crog's stare with a cynical grin, and muttered
through his teeth —
" Ah ! if I had only had another minute of loving
caress on your neck, my friend, you and I might
have died happy."
Mr. Crog was not inclined to reply. A sickly
sensation came over him, and he lay down. Mean-
time the captain, who had been summoned, entered,
and after Mr. Crog had been revived by some
brandy, received an account of the extraordinary
occurrence. Determined this time to act with
caution, he sent a message to the so-called Mr. Fex,
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ruffled,
marked
carroty
dyeing.
It had
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f loving
[ might
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Mean-
entered,
y some
Drdinary
Lct with
Mr. Fex,
stating that a suspicious person had been discovered
on board in the person of Sir Benjamin's valet, and
begging that he would give him the benefit of his
advice. The messenger found the ex-Master, Lord
Pendlebury, and Sir Benjamin, together. They at
once proceeded in company to the engineers' mess-
room, to which the prisoner had been removed.
As it was now dark, the swinging lamps over the
table had been lit. The light fell on the expressive
face of the captured man. Mr. Corcoran had no
sooner glanced at it than he seized Lord Pendlebury's
arm with a spasmodic grip, and said to him aside, —
" Pendlebury, that is the man, as sure as fate
— the rascal from Homburg that gave evidence
against me. He has shaved off his beard and dyed
his whiskers; but I should know him if his face
were skinned."
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Lord Pendlebury instantly saw the importance ^
of this discovery, but he whispered a caution to
his friend for the present to say nothing about it.
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"Now gentlemen," said the captain, "you shall
first hear Mr. Crog's account of his acquaintance
and dealings with this person, and then we can
proceed to make other inquiries."
Mr. Crog, watching with his single eye the
prisoner and his hearers alternately, told at great
length, and in every particular, the story of his
relations with the prisoner. When he stated that
Mr. Stillwater's left eyebrow had borne on the first
day out that mark which was designated in the
description of the accused Darnley murderer, every
one was struck with astonishment. And when he
went on to speak of the engagement of the prisoner
by Sir Benjamin Peakman, and to tell the story of
his mysterious movements in the early morning,
the knight became painfully interested.
"I thought," said Mr. Crog, "that maybe Sir
Benjamin was requiring something during the
night -
n
** Certainly not I " interrupted Sir Benjamin.
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u shall
Intance
ive can
ye the
t great
of his
sd that
;he first
in the
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/hen he
)nsoner
story of
lorning,
/be Sir
ng the
njamin.
"He left me in my berth last night at ten
o'clock, and I did not see him until eight this
morning."
The knight's face grew pale with alarm as Mr.
Crog, proceeding with his narrative, described the
finding of her ladyship's jewel-case, and his own
interview with Lady Peakman.
" I can settle Lady Peakman's difficulty in a
moment," cried the knight. " I never said a word
to this man about the case."
During Mr. Grog's narrative of his interview
with Lady Peakman, the face of the so-called
Stillwater had worn a sardonic smile. At the ex-
clamation of the knight, he opened his lips.
" Lady Peakman gave me the case herself," he
said, quietly.
The four gentlemen looked at each other.
« Shut up, you rascal," cried the captain. " You
are a liar."
« Well, if you bring Lady Peakman here, I will
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soon get her to own to it," said the fellow, with a
malicious grin.
" Do not take Lady Peakman's name into your
mouth, sir ! " said the knight, smiling in his most
enraged manner. " Your story only confirms our
impression that you are a dangerous fellow."
" Her name has been very often in my mouth,"
said Mr. Stillwater, " and will be again, Sir Benja-
min, before I have done with you."
" I shall have you gagged, if you don't keep
your mouth shut," said the captain. "Go on
Grog."
Mr. Grog finished his recital with an account of
the struggle in the cabin, pointing out the dis-
closures which had resulted from it in the extra-
ordinary change wrought upon Mr. Stillwater's
personal appearance.
" Has he any luggage > " asked Mr. Gorcoran.
Grog answered in the affirmative.
" Then, captain, I should have it searched."
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The prisoner's face grew deadly pale.
" Mr. Turbot," said the captain to the first
officer, " remove all the baggage into the mail-room,
and exaMiine it carefully in the presence of the
mail -officer. Make out a list of everything
found."
"Now," said Mr. Corcoran, looking again sharply
at the prisoner, " look at me, sir. Have you ever
seen me before } "
The man examined him an instant with a cool
scrutiny, and a flash of recognition passed swiftly
over his features, followed by a smile, which made
them more ghastly than ever,
" O yaus ! Corcorran — and Cor-corran," said the
man, adopting a foreign accent. " I remember well
ze Meinheer und Frau at ze Hotel of ze Ambas-
sadors at Homburg — eh ? "
" I thought so," said Mr. Corcoran. " And you
gave evidence at Westminster ? "
- Yes."
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" Pendlebury," said the ex-Master, " will you see
if you can get a certain lady to step down here ? "
As Lord Pendlebury left the cabin, the ci-devant
Mr. Fex turned to the captain and asked him to
have the room cleared of all except the three gen-
tlemen. By the time this had been done, and a
guard had been established at the door, the peer
returned. Leaning on his arm, in a highly excited
state, was Mrs. Belldoran.
As she entered, the gentlemen rose. Mr. Cor-
coran was at the upper end of the table, about ten
feet from the door. Their eyes met. They bowed
to each other. The captain and Sir Benjamin
watched the scene with curiosity and surprise.
" Madam," said Mr. Corcoran, politely, " a very
extraordinary thing has happened, which has led
me to put you to the pain and trouble of this
interview. Our common friend. Lord Pendlebury,
agrees with me that it is desirable you should be
present."
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Lord Pendlebury bowed.
" Do you know this man ? " said Mr. Corcoran,
pointing gravely to Mr. Stillwater.
Mrs. Belldoran looked earnestly at the prisoner,
and coloured violently. She put her hand on her
heart, and staggered to a seat. Lord Pendlebury
hastened to her, but she recovered with a few whiffs
from the scent-bottle.
" I scarcely recognise him," she said, " for I only
saw the person twice in my life, to my knowledge.
He is much altered. But he is the man who —
who "
"Precisely," interrupted Mr. Corcoran, gently,
" who committed perjury in the case of Corcoran
V. Corcoran."
" Perjury ! " exclaimed Mrs. Belldoran.
" Yes. Perjury, madam. What do you say, sir ? "
"A man is not bound to criminate himself,"
replied the prisoner, coolly. "You are a lawyer,
sir, and know that as well as I do."
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In speaking these words, this extraordinary in-
dividual appeared to assume a new character. His
manner became dignified, and his tone was that ot
a cultivated gentleman.
" True, Mr. What's-your-name. But you are now
in a serious position. And it was on your evidence
chiefly that the Judge-Ordinary relied — that this
lady was deceived — that a great and terrible
calamity has come upon two innocent people."
" Pooh ! " said the man, the blackguard coming
out of him again. " All that is a matter of senti-
ment. People that will go into the Divorce Court
are not much concerned about either dignity or
decency, innocence or guilt. I was paid to help
you both out of a scrape," he said, glancing with
an impudent smile at Mrs. Belldoran, " and I was
very happy to be of service to you."
"You bad man 1" cried tht lady, " Do you mean
to say you perjured yourself? What induced you
to commit such a wickedness ? "
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nary in-
)r. His
that ot
are now
vidence
liat this
terrible
Dple."
coming
f senti-
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nity or
to help
tig with
1 I was
u mean
ed you
"You did, madam, through your solicitors, or
rather through the agents they employed to get
up the evidence. It was very easy for one so
well used to the world and its ways as I
am to imagine on your behalf those peccadilloes
which it was desired to bring home to your
husband."
Mrs. Belldoran wrung her hands and raised her
eyes to the ceiling. Lord Pendlebury, with ex-
quisite tact, gave her his hand, and led her from
the cabin.
"You admit, then," said Mr. Cotooran, "that the
evidence you gave before the Ordinary in the suit
of Corcoran v. Corcoran was false ? "
"If it will give you any satisfaction for me to
admit it," replied the man. " Yes. Though, for my
part," he added, shrugging his shoulders, " I don't
understand your wishing to know it. You were
set at liberty by my testimony from a trouble-
some connection. I should scarcely have thought,
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anxious to put on the noose again."
" Happily my motives, feelings, and sentiments
are not submitted for your opinion," replied Mr.
Corcoran, with severity. " Gentlemen, I may rely
on you to carry in your minds the important state-
ment we have heard. By some singular and
blessed Providence I appear to have been brought
on board this vessel, to find at once the means of
clearing myself from a cloud which was resting on
my life, and of convincing one for whom I had a
deep and sincere affection that she has been the
victim of a villainous perjury."
Lord Pendlebury here returned, and was imme-
diately followed by the first officer. The latter
carried in his hand a packet of papers. They had
been found concealed in the false bottom of the
prisoner's portmanteau. Among them were several
bonds and other documents, shown by the endorse-
ments to belong to the "Darnley Branch of the
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ve been
timents
ied Mr.
ay rely
it state-
ar and
brought
Leans of
ting on
I had a
een the
1 imme-
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tiey had
of the
several
jndorse-
of the
National Provincial Bank." More important still,
a small dagger, wrapped in a handkerchief covered
with blood, had been found hidden in the casing of
the hat-box. The manager of the Darnley Branch
Bank, as every one knew from the newspapers,
had, when working late one night in the office of
the bank — the upper portion of which was used as
his dwelling-house — been stabbed to the heart by
a single blow, delivered over his right shoulder by
an expert and powerful assassin. So noiselessly
and quickly had the crime been committed, that
the wife and servants of the victim, who were
sleeping upstairs, knew nothing of it until, waking
towards morning, the lady descended, to find her
husband cold and dead, and the safe of the bank
rifled.
When these evidences were adduced, Mr. Still-
water's face became a ghastly green. His con-
fidence vanished ; his head drooped ; he seemed to
be completely overpowered. The captain ordered
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that he should be heavily ironed and confined in
the carpenter's room, which abutted on the space
surrounding the main hatchway on the spar-deck.
Two armed sailors patrolled around this marine
prison.
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CHAPTER XII.
THE RESURRECTION OF HOPE.
T ADY PEAKMAN'S first impulse, when Sir
Benjamin related to her with graphic verve
and particularity the story of the terrible scene in
which his valet had been the ignoble hero, and
of the still more terrible discovery that had ensued
upon it, was to faint away. And she yielded to
the impulse. Sir Benjamin naturally, and the doctor
scientifically, attributed the syncope to the shock
given by a horrible surprise to an enfeebled system.
On her recovery, all that she demanded was quiet.
In the quiet she wept and prayed. She felt certain
that this ruffian, who knew so much, would now,
out of mere malice, if from no other motive, let out
the secret of her early life — of his relations to her.
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It was true that she had honestly believed him to be
dead. Moreover, it was true that, since he had left
her, she had been a very changed woman. But as
she lay there, swiftly reviewing all her life since then,
she recalled to herself how much of that better
existence had been given to mere selfishness and
pride : to how many she — a reclaimed sinner — had
been a harsh and unrelenting critic, nay, frequently
a cruel censor ; and how often she had pursued the
aims of her paltry ambition to be something in
society, by means which her awakened conscience
now recalled with disgust and sorrow.
It is in those hours, when all our plans seem to
be failing, and disaster or humiliation threaten to
overwhelm us, that we realise with the most start-
ling clearness the exact value or worthlessness of
our most cherished aims, our dearest triumphs.
Lady Peakman saw before her only mortification,
exposure, her husband's anger and hatred — for
she knew well how he would be affected by the
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im to be
had left
But as
ice then,
.t better
less and
er — had
jquently
3ued the
thing in
tiscience
seem to
^aten to
St start-
sness of
'iumphs.
fication,
ed — for
I by the
inevitable discovery — and her daughter's lifelong
shame.
Nevertheless, out of the depths her poor heart,
feebly reaching forth in the darkness for something
to lay hold of, cried out in anguish to the unseen
and eternal Helper.
But the interest excited in the vessel by the ex-
traordinary events of the afternoon soon yielded
to the livelier sensations caused by a brisk and
growing gale from the north-east, which to-
wards ten o'clock that evening created among the
passengers familiar and irrepressible horrors. Once
more the hatches were battened down, the dead-
lights were screwed on, and the roar without was
almost deafened by the tumult within. There was
a general collapse. The gale increased steadily
during the night, and by Wednesday morning the
ship was scudding before it at the rate of fourteen
knots an hour. Everything gave way to the over-
powering influences. What are sentiment, or sor-
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row, or fear, or mortification, or good will, when
man or woman has no stomach for anything ? In
such circumstances you lie indifferent to the loss of
your wife, and might even view without a pang the
drowning of your wife's mother. Mr. Corcoran,
Mrs. Belldoran, Lord Pendlebury, Lady Peakman,
Sir Benjamin, Mrs. McGowkie, Miss Araminta, and
many another, might on that morning be said to be
tossing about with all their ordinary purposes and
wishes in a state of suspended animation. During
those dreary hours some of them may have wished
that they could die.
It is certain that Lady Peakman would have
done so if she could. It was the only thought that
crossed again and again her fevered brain. She
wished a higher power would decree that her
lisery should end. At length she fell into an
uneasy slumber — a doze, wherein the noise of the
hcv.'ling storm and the loud anguish of the creak-
ing ship were mixed up with the grim shadows
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of sorrow and despair which hovered around her
excited brow.
How long she lay in this frightful doze she knew
not. But at length she started up with a shriek.
Her cabin door had opened— she thought a man
was landing between her and the light — she
thought his hand was stretched out, was already
clutching her throat. — There was a man. His
hand was unloosing the knitted hood she wore tied
round her face and neck. She looked again. It
was her husband. A cheerful morning sun was
shining through the round-eyed port. The time
was past eight o'clock.
"Oh!" she cried, shudderingly, as she caught
sight of his face, which looked pale and alarmed.
" I thought it was " She stopped, and clasped
her hands together.
" The thief, I suppose you were going to say >
No, I thought you were ill. You were struggling
and mumbling in your sleep, and I was afraid you
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were going to have a fit, so I was undoing your
hood. How do you feel now ? "
She fell back.
" Oh," she said, " it was a nightmare. How came
you here so early } "
" I have been called up. A terrible thing has
happened, and I desired that you should learn it at
once, and from myself, lest you should be told of
it suddenly by the women. It relates to that
wretched creature who was called Stillwater."
She closed her eyes.
" It is all coming," she said to herself, and set-
ting her teeth together, braced herself as bravely as
she could for what she felt certain was to follow.
" Do you remember," the knight went on, quietly,
" that when you first saw him you showed a great
aversion to him ? I saw your glance, and evidently
his aspect was repulsive to you, partly no doubt
because of the villainous red hair he had assumed
for a disguise. I can assure you he looked much
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better without it. Indeed, for a Jewish - faced
rascal, he was not such a bad -looking fellow.
Well, yesterday he was shut up in the carpenter's
cabin, heavily ironed. He could, however, move
his hands about, and lift them. Two men were
placed outside, to guard him. They looked in on
him last night at about twelve. You know how
rough it was. A mattress had been arranged for
him on ^he floor. He seemed to be lying on the
mattress quietly enough. This morning at six the
watch entered and found him dead.*'
"Dead ! " cried Lady Peakman, sitting up in her
berth, and looking at the knight in a way that
startled him. " Dead, did you say .? "
" Yes. He managed during the night to get
hold of a sharp bradawl or auger, and with that he
opened veins in both arms. The doctor says the
man musl have understood the business perfectly.
The mattress was found deluged in blood, and he
lay there quite cold. It is a horrible thing."
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" Horrible ! " echoed Lady Peakman, ly'ng down
again and closing her eyes.
Who could imagine what a torrent of conflicting
emotions then surged through her mind! The man
was dead whom she had believed to be dead before.
Twice dead for her, each time, alas, most welcomely.
This man, whom she had once loved, and yet
whose resurrection had shaken her with a horror
which was the most awful experience of her life.
Dead ? Alas, poor wretch ! Gone to his account
wicked and unrepentant. Dead .? Ay, what a
relief ! He can no longer threaten her. Her secret
is buried with him.
She was unconscious of Sir Benjamin's presence,
waiting for her eyes to open, and her lips to speak.
He addressed her. She turned her face and looked
at his with a strange look he could not understand.
She took his hand and clasped it nervously,
warmly. Tears ran down her face.
"This terrible business has exhausted you,"
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he said. "There now, lie down and be quiet
awhile."
And he went out, leaving her to her own
thoughts.
She knew not what to think of this strange,
unlooked-for deliverance. It was scarcely possible
to believe in it. Was it even right to accept it ?
So deeply, so truly had she realised all the terrors
of exposure, that now, to be certain that the danger
was removed, that only she and God held the
secret, that her husband's and her daughter's
honour were safe, seemed incredible, unreal. Yet
the sense of relief gradually won its way over her
mental and physical frame. And slowly it brought
with it a blessed humbling influence. Turning to
her Bible, she cast her eye over psalm after psalm,
and words which humanity has ever found to be
the fittest to express the deepest and most power-
ful emotions of the soul, welled up like a spring
out of the experiences of past ages, as fresh, as
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reviving, as if they had been written for her
to-day.
. " Out of the depths have I cried unto thee, O
Lord. Lord, hear my voice, and the voice of my
supplication. If thou. Lord, shouldcst mark ini-
quity, O Lord, who shall stand ? But there is
forgiveness with thee, that thou mayest be feared.
... My soul waiteth for the Lord, more than they
that watch for the morning. I say, more than they
that watch for the morning."
If we say that out of this dreadful experience
this woman by-and-by came forth altered, softened,
chastened, bettered, who shall scorn it .'' The old
life passed away. It died, with all its evil influ-
ences — and was buried. It had only slumbered
when ^e — the Mephistopheles of its worst period
— had awhile disappeared. There had been no
real repentance. But now that he was gone who
had come back in circumstances so horrible, now
that the menace of a fearful retribution had de-
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parted from her, now that she could safely bury
the past with him, she felt that a gentler spirit
came in and took possession of her heart, she
felt as if a humbling, but a holy influence had
breathed upon her life. It was a shuddering dread
to turn and gaze again upon that morose departing
cloud carrying away with it the mist and darkness
of a hard experience. But how much brighter
shone the sun whose beams now cheered her way.
And it was clear that all this must for ever
be locked in her own breast. The secret of her
changed manners, pursuits, hopes, could not be
revealed. To tell it to Sir Benjamin, would be to
inflict a needless, and perhaps a remediless, pain.
For her innocent daughter's sake nothing must
be risked. There was no human being with whom
this burden should be shared. Perhaps it might
be left where the pilgrim in the allegory left it ;
but if not, it must be carried bravely by her — alone.
God is ever more pitiful than man; He had
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closed up and sealed over for this poor, proud, erring
woman, such a past as a malignant society would
have rejoiced to peer into, to uncover, to dissect,
to set up in the light of day as a most delightful
scandal. Could we, ever needing pity, only be as
compassionate as He who requires it not ! Could
we, men and women, only imitate the Divine
benevolence, and charitably veil for our brethren
and sisters their dead disastrous past, in order to
render more fruitful of hope the redeeming future I
Could our Christmas time, our Christmas church-
goings, our Christmas greetings, our Christmas
pleasures, only bring near to us the spirit of the
Christmas Childling, who in His manhood looking
sadly upon discovered sin, reproved its malignant
and hypocritical censors, while to the trembling
sinner He gently said : " Neither do I condemn
thee. Go in peace, and sin no more / "
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CHAPTER XIII.
THE RECONCILIATION.
^ I ^HERE were many signs on board the Kams-
chatkan that its mariners were soon expect-
ing to approach the land. The passengers now be-
coming accustomed to the motion of the ship, and
tempted by the finer weather, gladly watched the
sailors, under the direction of the quartermasters,
busily overhauling the tackling and covering of the
boats, or here and there, where there were marks
of weather, putting on injured bulwarks a patch of
paint; or, in that deliberate but skilful way in
which sailors do these odd jobs, splicing, and
reeving, and sewing, and tanlng stays, braces,
ropes, rigging, netting, or tarpaulins which had
been injured by the weather. The voyage had
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been an unexpectedly rapid one, and there was
every hope of reaching Portland by Sunday after-
noon, the 23rd of December.
On Friday, with a brisk breeze from the east, and
a bright sun sparkling on the blue rolling waves
with their crowns of snowy spray, it was a pleasure
to pace the deck and gossip and watch the sailors
at work, or the crowds of steerage passengers
lounging about the warm quarters of the smoke
funnels with their iron casings.
Lady Peakman was able to come up on deck —
pale, weak, an altered woman. Araminta, happily
unconscious of her mother's thoughts, was in a
mood as bright and sparkling as the little wavelets
that danced off the sharp bow of the glancing
vessel. Wrapt in an ermine cloak, and with a
scarlet feather in a little deer-stalking hat, she
looked very saucy and dazzling. So thought Lord
Pendlebury when he emerged from the smoking-
room, where he had been amusing himself over his
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ere was
ly after-
ast, and
g waves
pleasure
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sengers
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)king-
er his
pipe ,with the conversation of Mr. Weiss and the
Ottawa editor, whose failure to discover the fugitive
Kane left him at the mercy of the cunning and
stolid German. The editor, however, was con-
soling himself with the thought that he only of
"all the journalists in creation" was at present
acquainted with the romantic and thrilling events
which had occurred on board the Kamschatkan,
and which would render her outward voyage one
of the most memorable on record. He was
already calculating how many dollars he would
get out of the " New York Flasher " and other
transatlantic journals for a highly-spiced and sen-
sational account which he was preparing to send
on speculation by telegraph from Portland. He-
was therefore not in so bad a humour as his dearest
friends would have desired.
The decease of the man Kane, alias Stillwater,
alias Moreno, &c., had been made the subject of a
grave consultation in the captain's chart-room. Lord
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Pendlebury, Mr. Corcoran, Sir Benjamin Peakman,
and Mr. Carpmael had been called in to assist the
skipper with their advice. It was decided that the
body should be thrown overboard after the doctor
had made a careful examination and written an
accurate description of the deceased. Mr. Carpmael
was of opinion that the evidences of identity were
sufficient without producing the remains, which, in
any case, would have been of no use unless sent to
England. Thus the last faint possibility that the
dead man might be identified as the quondam Count
Stracchino was removed. Lord Pendlebury, as an
English justice of the peace, and Mr. Carpmael, as
a commissioner to take oaths for Canada, then took
written depositions of all the persons who had any
evidence to offer concerning the deceased, and
these were placed in the captain's hands. This
solemn business '^ver, every one was glad to dismiss
from his mind the horrid episode.
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Another meeting had taken place. When Mrs.
Belldoran left the room where the culprit was
under examination, she was stunned by the reve-
lation he had made. Idle and baseless as her
suspicions were now proved to have been, she had
honestly believed in them. The bitterness of the
thought that he had wronged her had hardened
her heart against Corcoran, and she came on board
the Kamschatkan with a clear conscience and a real
satisfaction that she was about to shake off the
memory of her former marriage, and to join her lot
with one whom she esteemed to be in every way
more worthy of her affections than the discarded
Master in Chancery. But events had touched her
heart. It was impossible to see him again, to know
that he was miserable, to learn that he asserted
his innocence, without a painful convulsion of heart.
Moreover, the words of Mistress McGowkie, few^
and simple as they were, produced a strong effect.
Mrs. Belldoran's resentment was softened.
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ing. She was legally freed from this man whom
she still conceived to have injured her, and she
was under an engagement to another to whom her
affections had been honourably pledged. Yet now
the earlier love, and the memories of a happier
past, and the promptings C)f a noble forgiveness,
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quainted with the state of affairs.
" You had best just ask the gentleman to walk
straight into the cabin next his own, and talk to
her himself," said Mrs. McGowkie, with the singu-
lar decisiveness that is natural to all her country-
men and countrywomen. " They must e'en settle
it together, ye see, for there's no one else can do if
for them."
Lord Pendlebury looked with such a gleam of
quizzical admiration into the pretty blue eyes
opposite to him, that the good little lady blushed
scarlet, though a pleasant smile played about her
lips. He left her, and hastened to the captain's
cabin, where he found Corcoran in great distress.
He was listening to weeping in the neighbouring
room, and tears stood in liis own eyes.
" Pendlebury," he said, when he saw his friend*
" this cannot last. I must see /ter" pointing with
his finger towards the purser's cabin. " She is not
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happy, and I am sure that I am in an intolerable
state."
The peer took his hand.
"My dear Corcoran," he said, "I came to tell
you to go in and speak to her frankly and con-
fidently — to assure you that you may safely do so.
She is waiting — she will be glad to see you. A
little bird has told me."
" You don't say so ? " said Corcoran, with native
impulsiveness, and without another word he darted
out of the captain's cabin and into the next. Lord
Pendlebury, anxious to avoid overhearing any por-
tion of the interview, stepped quickly out of the
room and shut the door. We shall imitate his
delicacy. *****
A half-hour passed — an hour. The young peer,
filled with anxiety which he could not suppress,
and feeling unable to resume the bantering conver-
sation with Miss Araminta, paced the deck from
amidships to the poop and back again, watching
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the door of the purser's cabin. The lunch bell
had rung, but there was no sign. The deck be-
came clear of passengers. Still Lord Pendlebury
walked up and down. At length the purser's door
opened. Corcoran emerged. He glanced round
quickly, and perceiving P'^ndlebury, beckoned to
him, and rushed into the captain's cabin.
" Thank God ! my dear fellow ! " cried the Irish-
man, squeezing the- young lord's hand with great
warmth. " It's all settled ! She's my own once
more. I'll never forget you for this, my dear
friend. She's as gentle as a child. All the old
love come back again. To think we must go back
to the altar, to be man and wife once more ! I'll
be a Roman Catholic after this — they are right —
the law of divorce is most wicked and unnatural!
Take my advice, my friend. Never have a divorce
under any circumstances."
Lord Pendlebury restrained his amusement at
the whimsical mixture of humour and good feeling
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displayed by the worthy ex-Master. He congra-
tulated him heartily on the reconciliation.
"Your Christmas will be a merry one, at all
events," he said, cheerily.
" Faith, it will be merrier than /its" he said, point
ing in the direction of the land. " It's hard— eh ?—
robbing a poor fellow of an expected wife at this
time of year, when he was looking out for her as
a Christmas-box. But the difficulty is only be-
ginning. What is to be done? Maybe he's an
irascible customer, and he might shoot me, or per-
haps the barbarous laws of this new country may
deny me the right to marry my own wife again.
Any way, there will be a scene. It is precious un-
pleasant."
" Let me think of a way out of that difficulty.
Meanwhile, Corcoran, come with me, and let me
introduce you to the dear little lady to whom you
are most indebted for this happy re-arrangement.
Forgive the word, but what else can I call it ? "
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CHAPTER XIV.
A RUNAWAY MATCH.
T^ELAYED by a fog, it was early on Monday
"^^^ morning, the eleventh day out, when the
Kamsc/iatkan, steaming through the great open-
ing of Casco bay, approached the harbour of
Portland. On board all wgis excitement and
preparation. Passengers, officers, seamen, stewards,
and baggage, were mixing themselves up in a con-
glomerate that promised to be insoluble. Above
the stirring scene, on the bridge, the pilot, who had
been picked up thirty miles away, coolly chatted
with the captain as they watched the points of the
lapping headlands opening up one after the other.
Joyous seemed the morning sun and enlivening the
brisk keen wind that came off the snow-spread
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country, on which rested so many curious eyes.
The Canadian and American passengers were
anxiously calculating their chances of reachino-
home in time for the celebration of Christmas
— a day and an idea which carries all round the
great world an unbroken circle of festivity ; and
their brightened fancy looked forward to affec-
tionate greetings and pleasures doubled by glad
reunion. But to the majority it was a chill and
wondering look-out. What Christmas cheer was
there for them in that vast ice-sprent land, among
a strange people and in circumstances so new and
so painful.? Little Miss Beckwith, gazing earnestly
at the approaching shore as she stood alone by the
wheelhouse, drew her thin cloak closer round her
spare figure, and shuddered not so much at the
cold as with sorrowful apprehension. Some one,
however, had been looking at the thin blue face,
and came up abruptly, but with a kindly gentle-
ness in his voice. It was Sandy McGowkie. His
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countenance was a picture of efflorescent comfort
and good health.
" Eh ! Miss Beckwith," he cried. " This will be
a cold look-out for ye ! But it's not so cold when
you get to it, as it looks from here, and feels, too.
Ye seem to be half frozen. I'll warrant ye've
never thought of getting yourself any warm winter
clothing, now ! "
" O yes, I am quite warm enough, thank you,
Mr. McGowkie," cried the little woman, a faint
dash of blood flushing the skin for a moment, but
never changing the blue of the brave lips which
she pressed closely together to stop the tremor, lest
it should belie her words.
" Ay, but not enough," persisted Sandy. " Ye're
for Montreal, now, are ye not ? "
" Yes," she said.
" Ah ! well now. Mistress McGowkie was just
saying that you'd be unco' lonely and sad to-
morrow, for a stranger in a strange land, and we'll
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be lonely too. Ye'll just please go on with us, and
eat a Christmas dinner at St. Lawrence Hall, for
I'm thinking we shall not get all the way home to
Toronto in time. Come away, now, and get a big
shawl, to keep ye warm. It's a new one, and
they'll pass it more readily at the customs if it's on
your back, and we shall be greatly obliged to ye."
Following Mr. McGowkie to the cabin he oc-
cupied jointly with his wife, the governess was soon
wrapped up cosily in a huge, soft, lambswool shawl,
and the touch of a generous sympathy sent a glow
through her shivering heart.
" Eh ! " cried McGowkie, " but where is my wifie,
now } Ay ! ay ! she'll be away with that young
lord, looking after they doitering dzvorsees, as she
calls them. Hout ! What a matter these quarrel-
ling mates make o' life ! Ye'll just come with me
then and indicate your luggage, and I'll see that it
goes with ours ; and, mind ye, if ye please, ye'll be
our guest so long as we are together, and you'll not
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mention a syllable about the expenses, or I'll cast
ye off, bag and baggage."
Mrs. McGowkie was indeed engaged in the
purser's cabin. To avoid a scene on the boat or
on the pier, which would have been inevitable had
the expectant bridegroom recognised the lady, it
had been decided at a council held in the captain's
cabin that Mrs. Belldoran and Mr. Corcoran must
be smuggled ashore in disguise, and get away from
Portland as soon as possible. How this was to be
accomplished, without attracting the attention of
the general company, and in the teeth of the fact
that the lady's name and that of her maid were on
the purser's list, and would at once be seen by the
inquiring official, as soon as he came on board, was
a problem which had puzzled Lord Pendlebury's
ingenuity, and greatly perplexed the simple soul of
Mistress McGowkie. She had the gravest doubts
about lending her assistance to a scheme of decep-
tion which was, in her eyes, worse even than play-
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play-
acting, because it was so real. Indeed, she urged
Mr. Corcoran to brave the difficulty, and just "meet
the poor man and tell him the truth." But the ex-
Master knew himself too well to agree to this.
" It will never do, my dear lady," he said. " Do
you think a man gives up a woman with a thousand
a year ana good connections, without a struggle }
He would wish to see her, and then he would re-
proach her, and then he would threaten her, and
then, maybe, he would run clean off with her ; and
in this blessed democratic country, for all I know,
law and public opinion would go with him. And
then, where wouH I be ? "
The ex -Master put this question with such
melancholy earnestness, that the peer, who was
listening to the conversation, laughed aloud, and
even Mrs. McGowkie could not repress her smiles.
So the little Scotchwoman, considering that it was
a right thing to help "to bind up broken hearts,"
yielded to her good nature, and was aiding and
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abetting in an elaborate plan which had been
devised to enable the separated couple to execute
a runaway match.
Lord Pendlebury's neighbour at the dinner table
was a Boston clergyman, and he had informed the
peer that a marriage could be legally performed in
the United States between two persons of full age
before any minister, and without a license. It was
therefore arranged that the pair should accompany
him to Boston by the first train, which would leave
upon the arrival of the steamer, and that the cere-
mony should be performed by him on Christmas
morning.
" A good day for a good deed," said Mr. Corcoran.
sij t
The unhappy Mr. Freemantle, who had turned
out of the St. Louis House as soon as the vessel had
been signalled, was now walking up and down
on the slippery pier in a state of preternatural
excitement, as the KamscJtatkan^ moving majes-
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tically through the smooth deep water of the
magnificent harbour, drew up alongside. His eye
eagerly scanned the faces v/hich thronged the port
bulwarks in a long line from stem to stern. But
he looked in vain. The wished-for face of the
fiancee was wanting. Again and again he searched
the crowd on the stern deck, always to be dis-
appointed. Slowly the huge ship moved. Lines
were thrown into boats and towed ashore ; cables
were attached to the big posts on the pier ; the
donkey engine worked away with its short, quick,
rub-a-dub strokes, and gradually, deliberately,
with exasperating slowness, the floating mass
came nearer and nearer to the pier. But no Mrs
Belldoran was to be seen at the bulwarks with a
waving handkerchief and a smiling welcome. Lord
Pendlebury, coolly chatting for the moment with
Araminta, but really in a state of the deepest
anxiety, watched the crowd of persons collected on
the pier, to see if he could discover the auditor-
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general, whose person had been described to him
by Mrs. Belldoran. At this moment the purser
appeared at the bulwarks and threw a book to a
clerk of the shipping firm, who was waiting on the
pier. The purser was not in the secret. A
gentleman standing near the clerk said to him
quickly —
" Is that the purser ? **
" Yes, sir."
"Purser!" he shouted. "Is there a Mrs. Bell-
doran on board ? "
" Yes," answered the officer. " Purser's cabin."
Lord Pendlebury started. There, no doubt, was
Mr. Freemantle, and he would be aboard in five
minutes. Without a word of apology to Miss
Peakman the peer darted off, and pushed his way
through the crowd that occupied the fore-deck.
There he found a man dressed in the uniform of
one of the ship's stewards, with a low cap on,
prominently peaked. To his arm was clinging a
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cap on,
nging a
person dressed in a somewhat seedy costume, but
whose large and showy figure very ill supported
the character she had assumed of a lady's-maid.
A thick blue veil covered her face.
" He is there ! " cried Lord Pendlebury, in a
whisper. He pointed out to the supposed steward
the unconscious Coelebs, who, wrapped in a warm
coat of Astrachan fur, seemed to be anxious to leap
upon the vessel. Corcoran felt the hand on his
arm clutch it convulsively and tremble.
The peer joined Nick Donovan, Mr. Corcoran's
servant, who was waiting at the steerage gang-
way, ready to be the first to rush ashore and secure
a hack to convey the fugitives to the Boston
d^p6t.
"There is the gentleman, Nick, in the big
black fur coat."
" Stand back there ! " cried a voice. The vessel
had touched the pier. A number of men seized
upon a b-oad gangway. The ropes were already
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the space that had been opened in the bulwarks.
The steerage gangway was up first. Regardless
of cries and curses, the man in the fur coat rushed
breathless up the wooden bridge, brushing past the
peer and the servant.
" Where is the purser's cabin .<* " he shouted.
" Oh ! " screamed Mrs. Belldoran. Corcoran
placed his hand over her mouth.
" Silence, my dear — for the love of heaven and
me ! " he whispered. But the inquirer had been too
excited to notice the exclamation of the steerage
passenger. He pushed forward. At the same
time Lord Pendlebury and Nick Donovan were
running along the pier and through the yard of the
Grand Trunk Railway, to the outer area where
sleighs were in waiting. Nick held in his hands
two travelling-bags and a bundle of rugs. A sleigh
and pair were easily obtained. The peer hastened
back, to find the fugitives, in their excitement, losing
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:d it up to
J bulwarks.
Regardless
:oat rushed
ng past the
outed.
Corcoran
tieaven and
.d been too
e steerage
the same
ovan were
ard of the
rea where
his hands
A sleigh
hastened
lent, losing
themselves in the mazes of the great goods-station.
They reached the sleigh, and rapidly ensconced
themselves in the buffalo robes.
" You have no time to lose," said Lord Pendle-
bury. " A merry Christmas to you, Corcoran, and
to you, Mrs. Corcoran, — I may say I hope .? "
" God bless you, my dear Pendlebury !" cried the
ex-Master. " May ye never elope yourself in less
happy circumstances. I suppose the parson will
turn up in good time for the train ? Tell our — our
friend we are grieved that necessity obliges us to
play him such a scurvy trick; and you might
perhaps add that he has lost nothing by it ! — Eh,
Pearl } — A merry Christmas to you, my dear fel-
low 1 "
Mrs. Belldoran's grasp was no less warm and
cordial. She could scarcely speak. Tears were
in her eyes.
'• My dear boy," she said, " you have played the
part of an old and experienced friend. In restoring
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our peace, may you add to your own. A thousand
thousand blessings on you ! "
As the young peer turned away, touched by the
feeling she had shown, he overheard Corcoran
addressing his servant.
" Nick ! "
" Yes, sir 1 "
" Go aboard now, and look after the things of
myself and my lady, and get them through the
customs in good order. And see hero now, closer.
Don't ye be making up to my lady's maid, and
running away with her. It's a disreputable way
of doing things. If you manage this all right,
I'll settle something handsome on you for life.
Good-bye now. You will follow by the next train
to Boston, and look us up at the Commonwealth
Hotel."
Lord Pendlebury hastened back to the ship,
where by this time the injured Mr. Freemantle
was creating a lively scene. When he rushed off
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247
A thousand
hed by the
i Corcoran
things of
'rough the
ow, closer,
maid, and
table way-
all right,
1 for lik.
lext train
lonwealth
the ship,
eemantle
ished off
to the purser-s cabin, the eager bridegroom found its
door closed and locked. He knocked gently on
the panel. No answer. More loudly. No reply.
Still louder.
" '^^°'' '^''^ •' " «'-ed a voice from the inside of
the cabin.
" 'Tis she ! " said Freemantle. " I am here, my
love ! " he cried, through the key-hole.
"Oh, dear!" replied the voice. « Please ■ wait
I shall not be out for some time yet."
" ^'' y"" "°' '•<=^dy yet ? " cried the impatient
official. "Why, my dear madam, the vessel is
alongside the pier, and eve^^body going ashore.
How long will you be ? "
" Half-an-hour."
With a gesture of vexation, the candidate for
matrimonial honours set off to pace the deck. The
people were now crowding ashore, and the con-
fusion was immense. In the midst of it Sir Benja-
min Peakman emerged from the companion hatch
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on the starboard side. He instantly recognised the
auditor-general.
" You here, Freemantle ! "
" Yes," replied the other, simpering, and pointing
to the door of the purser's cabin. " I have come
to meet Mrs. Belldoran. You must have seen her.
You may perhaps have heard. We are to be mar-
ried. My sister has accompanied me down to meet
her."
" To be married !" cried the knight, gasping with
surprise. " Her former name was Corcoran ! "
" Yes — a vile rascal — there was a divorce — entire
separation. I hope to make her happy."
"Well, Freemantle," said the knight, looking
curiously into the excited face of his friend, and with
his own features burnished all over with a peculiar
smile, " my impression is that you had better
arrange quietly to go home with me, and say
nothing about it."
* What do you mean ? "
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249
jnised the
I pointing
ive come
•^een her.
be mar-
to meet
ing with
—entire
looking
id with -
•ecuh'ar
better
d say
" Her former husband, Corcoran, is on board."
" The »
"No-excuse me-Corcoran. And from what
I have heard and seen, I believe they have made
it up."
Freemantle's face coloured with rage.
"Am I to understand, Sir Benjamin, on your
honour as a gentleman, that what you tell me is
true and bond fide ? "
" Yes. To the best of my belief ! "
Freemantle rushed to the door of the purser's
cabin.
"Let me in!" he cried, as he thundered on the
heavy teak panel. There was a faint scream from
within. He continued to hammer on the door, in
spite of the knight's entreaties.
"I m//know ail about it," he cried, foaming with
rage.
. The door suddenly opened, and Mrs. McGowkie
stood before him. There was no one else within.
" What do you want sir ?>^u Z "
wcinr, sir.^ she said with all fi,
. ^^^v^ty she could assume. ' ^^^^ all the
The knight smiled.
pardon. I have m=^ ^—^ beg your
nave made a mistake."
It was at this moment tu,^ r
-turned upon the , ■■' '"^"'^'^'^'"^
very sad and ' """ '''^°-'^- '-^ed
very sad and uncomfortable.
" May I ask," said the neer t.. c- „
" whether this is Mr P ^'"^''"■■"'
"■IS IS Mr. Freemantle ? »
The knight introduced them. The offi.- . k
ever, was in too great « ' ''°^-
-introduction. "'"°"^^--^- -"
"Forgive me," he said. "I must see this rascai
at once, wherever he is T fc .
deluded." '"''" '^^" g^°^'y
"Co you mean Mr. Corcoran .." said Lo .
Pendleburv "Pr,„ ^°'''' ■
'• ^"^y come with mn tr t
cuDierf fi,. . "e has oc-
cupied the capta n's cabin "
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251
'ith all the
■ thought
beg your
fidlebury
e looked
■njamfn,
lI, how-
3r such
rascal "
Tossly
Lord
s oc-
The three gentlemen entered the cabin, where
Lord Pendlebuo., spinning out the yarn as long he
could, described to Mr. Freemantle what had taken
place. The expectant bridegroom's wrath was
natural, and naturally extreme. He sat down and
covered his face with his hands.
"A thousand a year I" he murmured, fn h!s
anguish. «I could have retired comfortably on
that and my pension ! "
Lord Pendlebury glanced at the knight, who was
smiling benignly. The astute millionaire loved to
see human nature uncovering itself, and he was
just the man to offer consolation to such a cha-
racter in such an emergency.
"Come, come! Mr. Freemantle," he said, half
maliciously, half kindly. "You have not lost ^
much after all. If that is your real point of view, we
can arrange for you a more advantageous/^;-/; than
that, in Quebec, I dare say. You shall spend your
Christmas-and intended honeymoon-with us at
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THE CAPTAIN'S CABIN.
O-k Park, and Lady Peak„,„ .ii^^^Zr^T
am sure if