o- BY STEPHEN REYNOLDS. Crown 8vo. 6s. each. A POOR MAN'S HOUSE. Cheap Edition, is. net. THE HOLY MOUNTAIN. A Novel. ALONGSHORE. (Illustrated. ) BY STEPHEN REYNOLDS AND BOB &> TOM WOOLLEY. SEEMS SO! A WORKING-CLASS VIEW OF POLITICS. Extra Crown 8vo. 53. net. HOW 'TWAS MACMILLAN AND CO., LIMITED LONDON BOMBAY CALCUTTA MELBOURNE THE MACMILLAN COMPANY NEW YORK BOSTON CHICAGO DALLAS SAN FRANCISCO THE MACMILLAN CO. OF CANADA, LTD. TORONTO HOW 'TWAS SHORT STORIES AND SMALL TRAVELS BY STEPHEN REYNOLDS ' That's hoiv 'ttSj I tell thee. an 1 thee casn't make it no 'tis-er ! ' . DEVON SAVING. MACMILLAN AND CO., LIMITED ST. MARTIN'S STREET. LONDON 1912 COPYRIGHT TO JOSEPH AND JESSIE CONRAD NOTE THE Author acknowledges with thanks the hospitality of the following periodicals, some of which, however, are now extinct : Albany Review, Blackwood's Magazine, Daily News, English Review, Fortnightly Review, New Age, Open Window, Pall Mall Gazette, Pall Mall Magazine, Speaker, Throne and Country, T.P.'s Magazine , T.P.'s Christmas Weekly, Tribune, Weekly Critical Review, Weeks Survey, Westminster Gazette. vn CONTENTS L PEOPLE PAGE BENJIE AND THE BOGEY MAN ..... 3 JASPAR BRAUND'S BOAT . . . . . .25 To SAVE LIFE . . . . . . . - . 40 ANOTHER PRODIGAL ....... 50 THE MISSIONER ....... 56 His MAJESTY'S MEDAL ...... 77 AN UNOFFICIAL DIVORCE . . . . . ' . . 88 THE ENGINEER'S Kiss . . . . . .107 THE BEACHCOMBER . . . . . . .112 THE LOG OF THE BRISTOL BEAUTY . . . .122 ROBBERY ROBBED . . . . . . . 138 MRS. TRIPP'S FLUTTER . . . 144 TURNED OUT ... .... 163 SILLY SALTIE . . . . . . . .168 A LOVE'S HUNGER . . . . . . .184 DEAR PAPA'S LOVE-STORY . . ' , . . .192 A MARRIAGE OF LEARNING . . . . 205 ix x HOW 'TWAS II. KIDS AND CATS PAGE MAY-BABIES ........ 229 TWINSES . . . . . . . . .235 MOTHERS ALL ........ 245 THE POWER OF LIFE AND DEATH . . . .250 A CAT'S TRAGEDY . . . . . . . 260 A KITTEN : THAT'S ALL 266 THE CITIZENRY OF CATS ...... 270 III. SMALL TRAVELS AN OLD WOMAN . . . . . . .281 SELF-EXILED ........ 286 A DOG'S LIFE . . . . . . . . 298 A STEAM-BURST AFLOAT . . . . . .310 PUFFIN HOME . . . . . . . 316 A THIRD-CLASS JOURNEY ...... 340 I PEOPLE BENJIE AND THE BOGEY MAN I THE change of weather foretold by Benjamin Prowse came, just as he had predicted, during the night with the turn of tide. First a little billow rolled in from the sou'south-east ; then the wind dropped out to that quarter. The sea began to make. A misty cloud hid the setting moon, filled the sky, and cloaked the tops of the cliffs in vapour. At peep of day Benjie's nephew crept round the foot of West Cliff towards Western Bay. So long as his feet scrunched companionably on the narrow strip of shingle between the cliff and Broken Rocks he continued talking to himself. " 'Tis full o'it," he complained, glancing at the cloud and mist. "Benjie won't never stay down along there just when he'd better to for once. Who'd ha' thought thic fellow'd ha' turned up here this time o' day ? Never see'd the like o'it ! " Arrived at the bay, Bill Prowse sat down and waited silently, peering along to the westward, 3 4 HOW 'TWAS i and at intervals looking above his head to make sure that the soft red cliff was not falling out upon him. It was one of those very grey dawns, when there seems to be plenty of light long before any distant object can be made out distinctly. The white calm of the evening before, when Benjie had put to sea, was replaced by several broken lines of surf flowing in across the flat sand, fading west- ward into the loom of Steep Head, and filling the whole bay with a re-echoed plaintive rattle. Gulls, looking nearly twice their size, stalked about in the shallow water after sand-eels. By and by a boat became visible suddenly, just outside the broken water. Prawn-nets were piled up high on the stern. One man was sheaving standing up with bent back and rowing forwards whilst the other man pulled in the ordinary manner, seated face astern. "That's ol' Benjie, right enough," observed Bill Prowse. He got up, walked to the water's edge, and, putting his hands funnel -wise to his mouth, shouted as if he did not want to be overheard. " Bogey man ! Bogey man to beach ! 'Spector ! Bide here a bit." The rowing ceased. A word like " What ? " came from the boat. " Bogey man ! Fishery 'Spector ! " The next words from the boat sounded like, " Be the capstan fixed ? " " Bogey man ! " answered Bill. voices failed to carry across the noise of i BENJIE AND THE BOGEY MAN 5 the surf, and the boat could approach no nearer. Benjie had to turn it quickly in order to meet a broken wave bows on. He began rowing again with short, irritable strokes, and finally steered the boat outwards to clear Broken Rocks. Bill Prowse's shouting died away helplessly : " Bogey man ! Bogey-ey-ey. . . ." And still the boat held on its course for Salterport beach. Bill followed hurriedly alongshore. " This here's what comes," he grumbled, "of Benjie blowing his hooter to the likes o' Vivian Maddicke. ' Don't care,' he says, * for no inspector what ever lived.' But 'tis best never to say nort to gentry always was an' always will be." II Two or three fishermen, and one other man slightly apart, stood waiting at the foot of the beach. Benjie ran the boat ashore, high on the crest of a wave ; then jumped into the wash and lifted out half-a-dozen prawn-nets with their lines and cork buoys. " That'll lighten her," he said. " Now haul ! " His round sailor's cap was perched on one side of his head ; his torn jumper was askew ; sea- water ran in streams from his patched greenish- blue trousers, which also were askew ; and his wrinkled face, within its fringe of grey beard, was noticeably haggard after the night's toil. With his arms spread wide over the hoops of the nets and his head bent down by their weight, he almost 6 HOW 'TWAS i bumped into the stranger. Whereupon he pulled up short. Screwing himself still farther sideways, he quizzed the man ; mocked him silently with deeply crowsfooted blue eyes, at once both child- like and shrewd. "Who be you then?" he inquired, placing his prawn-nets very deliberately on the shingle. " Who be you ? "Tisn't often the likes o' you starch-collar sort o' people comes down for to help lend a hand." The fishermen drew nearer. " N'eet any o' our own sort nuther," flashed Benjie, "so early as this in the day." The stranger, a man in a peak -cap and a dark blue overcoat of indifferent fit, cleared his throat. " 'Tis the bogey man, Benjie the 'Spector ! " put in Bill Prowse breathlessly. "I knows that," said Benjie with scorn. "I know'd 'en all right. How long is it since you've a-favoured us wi' a visit, sir ? Eh ? " " Let me see your crabs and lobsters," de- manded the bogey man. " Hold hard, Mister 'Spector. Us been shrimp- ing prawning you calls it prawning wi' the boat-nets an' the prawns I catches I never shows to nobody. I an't got no lobster pots. They was washed ashore an' broken up last October gales, an' I can't afford to replace 'em." " But you catch lobsters in your prawn- nets. . . ." " For sure us do." " Well, I want to see them." i BENJ1E AND THE BOGEY MAN 7 "There they be then." Benjie pointed towards the boat and made as if to lift up his nets. " Show them to me," said the Inspector, taking a measure from his pocket. " You be the 'Specter, ben' 'ee ?" " No nonsense, now," replied the Inspector irritably. " It's my duty to inspect the catches in this fishery district." " Very well, then ; inspect away. If 'tis your duty, you can't help o'it. You'm paid for the same. But 'tisn't my duty for to help 'ee. I bain't paid for thic. There's the boat." Benjie scratched his whiskers : " And lookse here, Mister 'Spector. These here's me prawns what I've a-laboured for this night. Be so kind as to look." He took a small canvas bag from the bow or the boat, walked into the sea, and shook out its contents. The few prawns that stuck in it by their spines he picked out and threw into the water after the rest. " There ! " he said amiably. " Nort but prawns there. You see'd that. But you didn't see how many Benjamin have a-catched, an' you never won't ; n'eet they there starch- collar jokers nuther gen'lemen they calls them- selves what goes downshore disturbing o'it an' catching a man's living for sport, so they says. Sport ! Poaching, /calls it. 'Twas some o' they set 'ee on to me 'cause I won't tell 'em what I catches, nor where I shoots my nets. Iss, 'twas ! I knows. There's the boat. You can b y well 'spect the rest o' what I've a-catched. I be going in house 8 HOW 'TWAS for me dinner an' a couple o' hours' sleep. An't had a bite since yesterday noon nor any sleep this three nights. I on'y hope your duty won't never bring 'ee to keeping a roof over your head wi' shrimping an' measuring the crabs and lobsters what you catches wi' an inch-rule in the dark." Leaving the boat and the nets where they were, Benjie shouldered some drift-wood and strode up the beach. " I shouted to 'ee t'other side o' rocks," Bill Prowse protested. Benjie stopped and turned, his bearing and appearance that of an ancient prophet. " Hell about your shouting ! Let 'en 'spect, / say. I'll get in out o'it." He did. The other fishermen stood with their hands in their pockets on top of the sea-wall, while the bogey man routed about in the boat. Under- sized lobsters had been thrown for'ard, among some old cordage and bottles of tea ; crabs were scuttling all over and under the bottom -boards and stern-sheets. Most of them were wildsters, but the bogey man did find half-a-dozen or so of tamesters. Doubtful specimens he measured carefully. When he had finished, he put the undersized shellfish into one of Benjie's sacks. " An' the sack alone's wuth half a pint," Bill Prowse remarked in the bogey man's hearing. " Ol' Benjie's so honest an' harmless a man as ever put to sea, for all he has his say out when he's a-minded. He've a- worked too hard all his life for to deserve a turn-out like this here, I BENJIE AND THE BOGEY MAN 9 reckon. I tried to warn 'en, but Benjie won't never hear. . . ." " What be talking 'bout. You can swim, can't 'ee ? Could ha' done that could ha' swimmed out to 'en." " Tou didn't try to warn 'en 't all, did 'ee ? An' then you blames me. . . ." " What's the fine ? Ten pound ? " "Benjie '11 never pay thic out o' his profits. He'll hae to sell up his fishing-boat an' nets aye, an' then go short after that. P'raps they won't make 'en pay, fust time an' all. If the likes o' they, what makes such laws, know'd what the likes o' us has to contend with. . . . But there ! they don't know, nor never won't, n'eet care. Benjie '11 tell 'em off, you see. . . ." " G'out ! Let's haul up the boat for 'en. What's the use o' Benjie blowing his hooter ? " III Benjie was all but late for court. He had gone west downshore to pick up some driftwood for firing, and an unexpected easterly breeze gave him a pull home against wind and chop such as few men would have attempted. No time was left him to change his clothes. Vivian Maddicke was on the bench. He always is. He takes his duties as a gentleman and a magistrate almost as seriously as he takes himself. That is to say, he does try, at con- siderable personal inconvenience, to administer justice to hold the balance between an efficient io HOW 'TWAS i and respectful police force and an unruly lower class. He spends, indeed, not a little of his abundant leisure in pointing out to the poor the advantages of hard work, and in impressing upon them his own view of right and wrong. Hence it is, possibly, that his subscriptions and charities and justice hardly bring him a fair return in popularity. When Benjie entered the court in his ragged discoloured longshore rig, a faint expression of disgust passed over Vivian Maddicke's pale but otherwise healthy face. He ordered two windows to be opened. " Let us have some fresh air," he said. " Never mind the draught." Benjie, though he appeared to be examining the nail-heads in the floor, was all the time look- ing up at the bench from beneath his shaggy eyebrows. He understood the slur very well. Still fingering nervously his old round cap, he turned a pair of candid eyes full on Vivian Maddicke, and Vivian Maddicke, who had been gazing benevolently round the court-room, turned his face to the papers on his desk. The case proceeded. There was no legal defence : Benjie had not purchased legal advice. " When I tells 'em how us be situated. . . . " he had said. But he was too much on his guard to give any useful evidence, even on his own behalf. The undersized crabs and lobsters were produced it is wonderful how they fall off in appearance when they have died otherwise than in boiling water. Vivian Maddicke took the opportunity of remark- ing, " I thought we should require some fresh air." BENJIE AND THE BOGEY MAN n The Clerk to the Sea Fisheries Committee a spruce young lawyer in a hurry did not wish to press the case too hard. They would be satisfied with a fine sufficient to show that the regulations of the Sea Fisheries Committee must not be trifled with. The costs of inspection and of prosecution were heavy. He would respectfully suggest to his worship. . . . But his worship was not to be hustled among his own people, as he regarded them, by an out- side lawyer. He sat back in his chair, crossed his legs in the magisterial manner, and dug his quill into his desk. When the lawyer had quite finished, he began. In fining Benjie one pound, including costs, he remarked that it was not a large sum (murmurs of disapproval from fishermen at the back of the court), and that fishery inspectors were not to be trifled with or defied. Furthermore, he impressed upon Benjie in the most kindly manner possible that little lobsters grow into big ones. " Iss, sir," said Benjie, " but the little ones be better eating if people only know'd it, same as mackerel." With a passing reference to the depletion of the North Sea fisheries, the magistrate stated it as a fact, that if the fish were not in the sea they could not be caught out of it. " For sure, sir 1 " Benjie assented. Under cover of being ready and willing to learn, he was edging in his remarks skilfully ; for it was by no means the first time he had tackled the gentry who think they can teach fishermen their trade. 12 HOW 'TWAS i With every show of respect, moreover, he was capturing the laugh in court. Fishery Committees, Vivian Maddicke con- tinued patiently, were created to protect the fisheries. Their regulations were framed in the interests of the fishermen themselves, so that there might be more fish caught. " Don't you believe that, sir," burst forth Benjie with intense conviction. " Do you think the likes o' they makes rules and regylations so that the likes o' us can catch more fish ? 'Tisn't likely ! They bain't afeard o' us not catching fish. What they'm afeard o'is that they won't hae no fish to eat, or won't hae 'em so cheap. Us ! I've a-know'd the time when I could go down along an' catch a pound's-wuth o' lobsters in half- a-dozen rounds wi' the boat-nets ; but I can't do it now. An' why for ? Not 'cause us have a-catched 'em. That's just what us an't done. An' nuther you, sir, n'eet they there Fishery Boards, nor eet me, that have know'd this coast for sixty years, can tell where they'm gone to. Don't you believe they makes their regylations for the good o' us. I can tell 'ee better. How have 'em bettered fishing ? That's what I wants to know." The magistrate's clerk had risen during Benjie's passionate harangue. Vivian Maddicke motioned him down. Benjie, by force of his sincerity and in virtue of his long hard experience, held the court. " I did not, you understand, frame the regula- tions," Maddicke explained. " My duty is to see they are enforced." i BENJIE AND THE BOGEY MAN 13 " Iss ! Duty ! That's what thic Inspector said down to beach. . . ." "One pound," Vivian Maddicke repeated with dignity. " And you can have a fortnight to pay in." Rising from the bench, he added, " If you care to talk to me out of court about the conditions of your work, I shall be pleased to hear ; and perhaps, if there is any special hardship, I can do something in the matter." " Hardship ! Hardship, do 'er say ? " Ad- dressing every one around, gesticulating, trembling with speech, Benjie was hustled from the court- room by those whose duty it is to do such jobs. He did not go home as he was told to do ; he waited outside the magistrate's entrance (other fishermen waited too at a discreet distance), and when Vivian Maddicke appeared, picking bits of fluff from the front of his coat, Benjie stood resolutely before him. " You said as you'd like to know, sir ; an' you ought to know how we'm situated ; an' I be going to tell 'ee. You ought to know the nature o' it, sir ; you ought to know what us got to contend with, afore you fines a man more'n he can pay wi'out selling up some o' the gear what he's got to earn his living with." " But you've a fortnight to pay in." " An' I thank you, sir, for that. An' I tell 'ee what. ... I know'd your father ; a proper gen'leman he was ; he used to go fishing 'long wi* me afore you was born. You come down 'long wi' me one night an' see what 'tis like for i 4 HOW 'TWAS i yourself. Then you'll know. Duty ain't never no excuse for not knowing. You can row, can't > i " ee ! " I used to go in for rowing ; and if you'll send up and let me know when you're going, I will come." " That's spoken proper, sir, like your ol' man hisself. 'Tisn't everybody I'd take 'long with me ; but you come, just for one night. That'll teach 'ee more 'n any amount o' chackle. I'll send up for 'ee right 'nuff. Why ! I mind when . . ." Maddicke said " Good morning " with the air of a man who has an appointment to keep. " Good morning, an' thank you, sir," returned Benjie. To the other fishermen, who joined him for the walk back to the beach, all he would say was : " You bide a bit an' see. The likes o' they sort thinks they bain't ignorant, an' us be." IV Benjie had luck. One afternoon the next week he hauled his boat down the beach, piled his prawn-nets beside it, then waited, instead of telling his fisherman mate to get ready. " What be biding for ? " asked Bill Prowse. " You bain't going to take he t'night, be 'ee ? " " Iss, I be. Why for not ? Nice calm night, ain't it. 'Er can't very well be sea-sick." Bill Prowse jerked his head to seaward. The sun had begun to sink behind the dark i BENJIE AND THE BOGEY MAN 15 mass of Steep Head. The water, a dead calm, was nevertheless not white calm, as it should have been, for to the south'ard and overhead the piled- up sky was black and heavy. It overshadowed the sea ; seemed to be pressing down upon the water. And there was a feeling of unrest in the still air. " Looks thundery, don' it ? " Bill observed. " 'Twas just such another day as this us had thic waterspout. Don't like the looks o'it. You'll get he catched in a storm o' rain, an' wind too, p'raps." "What if I do? 'Twon't hurt 'en. An't never hurted me. Send your Polly up to tell 'en I be shoving off in an hour an' should be glad o' his company if he's minded to come. Tell 'en 'twill be perty cold come midnight." Vivian Maddicke, clothed as if for a shooting expedition in the Arctic regions, was down to the minute. " You might have given me a longer warning," he remarked with make-believe jollity. " Ah ! " said Benjie, " so might, if you was going for a drive on land, like you'm used to. But when you'm depending on the sea you never knows from hour to hour what you'm going to be about." Very polite as host, but as skipper of his own craft not to be played with, he put the bow-oar into Maddicke's hand. With the fleet of sixteen nets and their buoys piled up on the stern seats, they rowed away westward over Broken Rocks, along the shore, into the wet golden haze of sunset. Whether or no Maddicke found his sea 1 6 HOW 'TWAS i oar and the beamy boat heavier than he had expected, they did not arrive underneath Steep Head till its outlines were blurred in the twilight, till its redness was become black, and it seemed nothing but a vast overhanging shadow tenanted by mewing but hardly visible seagulls. "Now," commanded Benjie, "you row wi' both paddles, please, while I baits the nets, an' then us'll shoot 'em across Conger Pool just the other side o' the Head. Keep her like that. You'll get wet if you splashes. You don't need for to strain yourself." From one of his catty sacks Benjie took out a mass of putrid fishmonger's offal fish heads and plaice from which the meat had been filleted which he cut up and fitted into the cross-strings of the nets. The smell made Maddicke shudder ; he turned his head this way and that, but there was no escaping the stink the various sorts of stink. It took the strength out of him as the smell of dead things will do. "An' now," directed Benjie with a quiet chuckle of satisfaction, "you paddle along slow across Conger Pool, while I shoots the nets." Taking up the hoops from a tangle of corks and lines, trying the baits again to make sure, he cast the nets into the water about three boats' lengths apart, and threw the buoys and lines after them. Maddicke was glad to see them go. He heard Benjie talking all the time, but his brain did not gather very well the sense of what the old man was saying. He sweated at the oars, and yet he was cold. Steep Head loomed above them. i BENJIE AND THE BOGEY MAN 17 The sound of the swell, breaking, rattling, swish- ing among the rocks, had in it a sullen wildness not noticeable during full daylight. "An* now," said Benjie, when he had shot the sixteenth net and had taken its bearings, " you can hae a bit o' supper. Us got a night's work afore us. No ? Won't 'ee hae nort ? Well, I never don't nuther when I be shrimping, 'cept a mouth- ful o' cold tay. The bread and butter I brings I gen'rally gives to the birds or else carries it home to breakfast. There ! Did 'ee hear thic cliff rooze out to the west'ard ? 'Twill all be into the sea one day, Steep Head an' all. Aye ! 'tis an ironbound shop, this here, but the sea has it sooner or later, specially after rain." "There hasn't been much rain lately ?" "No. But there's been frostises, an' that's every bit so bad. Now us'll haul up an* see what's there. Perty night for shrimping, this, if it don't come on dirty. Can 'ee see the end buoy ? You can't ? There 'tis ! Now row t'ards it easy now ! " Benjie's directions came fast and peremptory while, with the help of the tiller, he grabbed the lines and hauled the nets up through the water, at first gently, then as swiftly as possible. " Pull your outside oar pull inside inside, not outside back outside back both. You'm on the line steady steady there ! Pull outside both easy. Easy, easy now ! I can't haul 'em up straight while you be pulling. Wants some learning, don't it, this here job ? Now row easy up to the next buoy while I shoots this out again. 1 8 HOW'TWAS Can't 'ee see it ? / can. There 'tis, thic little black mark in the water just outside the shadow o' the cliff." Feeling around the inside of the net, shaking it, holding it up dripping to what light there was, Benjie caught the lobsters and threw them for'ard in the boat, chased the wild crabs with his hands and threw them aft, and placed the prawns care- fully in a basket beside him. Then he shot the net, and the volley of directions began all over again all over again for each net. Maddicke was confused by them. He was still more con- fused, and irritated also, by his own mistakes. He breathed hard with vexation. At the end of the fourth round, the sixty-fourth haul, he was plainly flagging. He was " proper mazed." "You be jumping the water wi* your oars. You'll catch one o' they there t'other sort o' crabs an' crack your skull if you bain't careful," Benjie warned him with perceptible satisfaction. " Better to take a rest, an' while I counts the prawns, you measure the lobsters like they says us ought to. Here's a foot-rule I got. The lobsters be under your feet an' for'ard. If you can't see, better to strike a match. We'm out o' everybody's sight hereabout." Maddicke felt for a lobster in the dark, and after several gingerly attempts and several amiable warnings from Benjie to mind its claws he succeeded in holding it. He found also the nine -inch mark on the rule ; but while he was trying to spread the lobster out flat on a thwart and to feel where the tip of its beak was, according i BENJIE AND THE BOGEY MAN 19 to regulations, the thing nipped him suddenly and savagely. " Ough ! " he cried like a child. " Ough ah-h-h ! " " What's the matter there ? Can't 'ee do it ? " he heard from the shadow of Benjie, aft. " It's bitten me it's biting me now ! " " Squeeze his eyes, then he'll leave go. Lord ! They bites me every night, but I don't take no heed o'it." Maddicke tore at the lobster. His other hand was nipped in the fleshy part of the thumb. He broke off one claw, and still the other held fast. He stood up and dashed his hand about. He trod on lobsters and crabs. The boat seemed alive with them. The squashy cracking of their shells, partly heard and partly felt. . . . He breathed hard with excitement and with something not far short of horror. "Aye ! " remarked Benjie coolly, breaking the nipper from his hand, " a boat in the dark ain't no fit place for measuring lobsters. You've a- spoiled thic. He won't fetch sixpence now. Fine cock-lobster too, what didn't never need no measuring." Maddicke, having done the wrong thing, tried to put it right. He fumbled in his pocket and held out a shilling to Benjie. "What's that for?" "Well, I've spoilt a lobster that didn't need measuring at all, you say. . . ." "You just put thic whatever 'tis back into your pocket, please. The likes o' us an't got the 20 HOW 'TWAS i money for to pay for what us spoils. 'Twasn't your fault. You didn't know. But there ! You wasn't brought up to it like us be. A bit upset, be 'ee ? I could feel 'ee shaking. You hae a rest while I goes ashore an' looks in one or two lobster- holes I knows for. You stay in the boat. "Tis nearly low tide an' her won't hurt for an hour or so where I'll leave 'ee : 'tis a little natural harbour like. If you got time, you can measure the rest o'em an' chuck the undersized ones overboard, when you'm feeling better. My senses, ain't it dark ! " Maddicke saw Benjie jump out of the boat with a skim-net in his hand, glimpsed him hop- ping from the nearest rock to the next one, then saw nothing except the black darkness ; but he heard an uncanny chuckle which might equally have come from a man or from a half-awakened sea-bird. Unstrung already by the cold, by hunger, by the unusual toil, by the blind savagery of the lobster, by Benjie's relentless volleys of directions, and above all by his own failures to carry them out, he heard with an oppressive sense of something terrible impending that mutterings of thunder to the southward were being answered by rumblings overland. Everything else was for the moment hushed. A flash of lightning revealed Steep Head, its pinnacles and the patches of bush and bracken upon its upper slopes, and showed up brightly the tumbled rocks around the boat and the blackness of the hollows between them. Rain splashed down. Maddicke shrank into his coat. i BENJIE AND THE BOGEY MAN 21 Presently, with a flash that made the blood prick in his veins, and crashes that hit like blows, the storm broke right overhead. Flash followed flash ; crash followed crash, and echoed against the clifF. There was no rest from blinding light and overwhelming noise. The solid earth was in an uproar. Steep Head, it seemed, was toppling over, was tumbling down upon him. He tried to reassure himself, then suddenly gave way. In obedience to a blind impulse of flight, he scrambled out of the boat into water that was knee-deep. He gained the rocks, slipped on some seaweed, bruising himself, and fell head- long into a pool. Jumping up quickly, he felt around him. Rocks were everywhere wherever he felt, wherever he tried to go. By the light of the flashes they looked like squat live things, extending on every side, endlessly. The boat was what he wanted again most of all ; that at least seemed to be partly human, to be company for him. But the boat he had lost. He did not even know in which direction it lay. Another flash lit it up only a couple of paces from where he was standing. He lunged out and clutched it, as if it would have slipped away from him. It was a refuge, though the rain ran down his back as he sat on the wet stern-seat. " Benjamin ! Benjamin Prowse ! " he called. " Benjie ! Come back ! " Had he looked the right way during a flash he would have seen Benjie's face, screwed up with laughter and mockery, peering at him round a rock close by. 22 HOW 'TWAS There was no escaping the cruel brightness of the storm ; no escaping the continuous tumult of thunder. Flashes there were that sounded like the crackling of dry twigs ; others like the flicking of whips. The thunder, reverberating in the darkness, was a relief from the lightning. Some- times Maddicke caught sight of the grotesque shapes of the shellfish : crabs standing up on their hinder legs, bubbling at the mouth, and looking at him with their stalk-like eyes ; lobsters black, shining, and fantastic brandishing their claws. He crouched down on his seat, away from the madness of the sky. He tried to lift up his feet, away from the malice of the wild crabs. The noise they made, scuttling around the boat, teased the silences between the peals of thunder. He covered up his face and ears. He ceased struggling to escape. A shapeless fear, a formless misery that was almost a relief, took possession of him. He was done. At last Benjie stepped carelessly into the boat, as if he were boarding a railway train. Maddicke grabbed his wet trousers. " Let's get home ! " he gasped. " I can't stand this." "Why, what's the matter?" asked Benjie coolly. " You be flittering like a sail that's up in the wind's eye. Wem going home right 'nufF. There'll be wind along after this. My senses, what a storm ! Did 'ee hear it ? But I've a-see'd worse, aye ! an' down hereunder too." Maddicke stayed still ; did nothing to help put the boat to rights. He was helpless. Benjie took hold of him, laid him gently in the bow of * BENJIE AND THE BOGEY MAN 23 the boat, covered him up, head and all, with sacking, took both oars, and rowed home- wards. Underneath the sacking that smelt of cats, Maddicke dozed off, with the regular rocking sound of the oars in his ears. When that stopped he awoke and looked out dully. The storm had drifted away to the eastward. It was bright star- light above. The boat was j ust outside Salterport. To see the sheltering town, with its gaslights so close at hand, was like waking from a nightmare to find the morning sun shining into the room. Maddicke, safe at home, was another man. His confidence returned, and at the same time he felt ashamed so ashamed that he did not think of helping to haul up the boat. While Benjie was saying, "An' now you know what the likes o' us got to contend with," he poked stiff, damp fingers into one of his pockets. " If you will send up to-morrow," he said with returning dignity, " I will give you the sovereign to pay your fine. . . ." Benjie flared up. " If you thinks I be 'bliged to call on the likes o' you for the pound to pay me fine wi', you'm much mistaken. I be only too glad you knows the nature o'it. Now you can tell 'em what you thinks. Tell 'em all o'it, not only what's suiting to 'ee. / don't want no pound for teaching o'ee. Be your gold for to pay me for me silence on what I've a-see'd this night when I peeped at 'ee there in the boat to Conger Pool ? Didn' know I was looking, did 'ee ? A perty sight for any one as calls hisself a man ! 1 4 HOW 'TWAS i Pity they fishery people, what you does your duty to, couldn' ha' see'd it ! " Maddicke, with a miserable gesture, turned towards the sea-wall lights to go up the beach ; and, on catching sight of his woebegone face, Benjie added in a kindlier tone : " Lookse here, sir, you an't got no call proper for to be ashamed o' fearing the storm. There's many a man born an' bred to fishing what's mortal afeard o' a thunderstorm to sea, an' 'tis worse down under they cliffs ; an' nobody what an't been there wouldn't think what 'twas like ; for 'tis a great an' terrible thing, look you, an' man be nort in the midst o'it. Lord's sakes, an't I felt like it when I been down there by meself ! Will 'ee hae a lobster or two to carry home ? You'm very welcome. Well, then, good night to you, sir, an' thank you. Only don't you deceive yourself that I be going to send up to 'ee for money to pay for what you didn't know. That ain't Benjamin. Good night ! " Benjie went so far as to pat Maddicke on the shoulder. The sovereign was sent down right enough next morning, together with a note which nobody has ever seen ; and Benjie did accept it. As to the bogey man Benjie congratulates his own self that the bogey man has seldom been seen on the beach since. JASPAR BRAUND'S BOAT I JASPAR BRAUND did not row in last year's regatta. He is not likely to row this year. Probably he will never row in any race again. " And a good job, too ! " he says, with the flaming up of a long- standing bitterness. And then he sometimes adds, more in triumph than with an old man's resignation : " I an't got no need for to row any more. I've a- won my race for good." All the year round, now, the Bubble lies high and dry on the beach just below his house. For lobster-potting and prawning, and for working his pollack-nets, he uses a little punt he has had built ; but he still keeps the Bubble in such good order that she would look like a new boat if certain parts of her stem and stern did not look even newer. Every second year he scrapes her outside and in, and every spring he gives her a couple of coats of best yacht varnish. For that purpose he wears his reading spectacles, which cause him to peer rather closely into his job, and nearly always, when he is working the varnish well underneath the boat's ribs, his longish white 25 26 HOW 'TWAS r beard brushes against it. " Summer's coming," is the word that travels across the beach. " Summer's coming, sure 'nuff. Ol' Jaspar's varnishing his beard ! " At those who stand around, watching and chaffing him, Jaspar flashes back sharp, but not very disagreeable answers. He has mellowed lately. Not so very long ago he was an awkward man to fall foul of, especially after he had had a pint or two. Strangest of all, when he catches anybody measuring the Bubble, instead of flying into a rage, he merely defies them to build another like her. It used to be one of the adventures of the place to measure the Bubble, in order to find out, if possible, why she was so speedy. Hard words, and even blows, were the result if Jasper happened to come along. On one occasion he spent a night in the lock-up for knocking down a member of the Corinthian Sailing Club, then picking him up again like a baby, and throwing him into the sea. Jaspar at the time was almost twice the other man's age. All that is over now. The Bubble is pointed out to people as she lies on the beach, shapely enough in midship outline, but curiously stumpy about the stern and bows. " That's Jaspar Braund's boat ; that there's the Bubble. Bought her to Plymouth, he did, an' rowed her up therefrom in a day, which is fifty-six or seven miles, and he was turned fifty hisself. No doubt he worked the tides trust ol' Jaspar for that but 'tis a terrible long distance for to dig out with one pair of arms. And after that her won him every pair- oar race for ten years following, till nobody didn't JASPAR BRAUND'S BOAT 27 care for to turn out against him. Wer 'twas the boat won the races, or w'er 'twas Jaspar, nobody can't say. Anyhow, they won 'em together, an' thic boat was like a wife to ol' Jaspar a wife wi' a hellish jealous husband. Bubble he called her, and a bubble her is on the water. I don't suppose there's other boat like her up an' down the coast not all along South Devon. And they can't copy her none of 'em can't not exactly, though they've a-tried hard enough. Ah ! a perty little boat her was, afore he spoilt her for to win his last race. . . . What ? An't 'ee heard tell about thic turn-out ? Why, 'twas like this here. . . ." But, as a matter of fact, the yarn that is told across beach is not complete. In the affairs of old Devon coast towns there are many wheels within wheels, and men are so given to secrecy, that they keep hidden, simply for the sake of doing so, what every one might hear without harm. In consequence, of course, everything becomes known in the end, for everything is worth knowing ; but the wheels within wheels unroll themselves rather slowly ; in Jaspar's case the more slowly, first because the common story seemed to furnish a full explanation of the affair, and, secondly, because a fuller explanation could only come from him. What everybody knows, he himself overhead by accident, just in time. II One evening, about a week before the regatta, Jaspar strolled into the public bar of the Beach 28 HOW 'TWAS Hotel, and called for a pint of beer. He had been moping about for some days, had spent a great deal of his time on the sea-wall, looking out to sea, and had hardly been troubling whether he did anything or not. The landlady, who hears everybody's business discussed, mostly by some one else, tried to cheer him up. " Well, Jaspar," she said, " you'll be winning your prize again next week, I suppose ? " Jaspar took a drink, put down his pint cup exactly into its own ring of overflow on the table, and said nothing. " There's a regatta committee meeting upstairs now," the landlady went on, jerking her head backwards in that direction. "They're late out with the prize-list, aren't they, Jaspar ? I suppose 'twill be the same as usual." Jaspar shifted in his seat. " I don't trouble me head about it," he growled. " I've finished wi' it. And 'bout time. Not but what I bain't so fit as ever I was Braunds be, till they packs up. I reckon the Bubble and me could show a stern to the likes o' they any day. But I an't got no heart for it, Missis, an' that's the truth. An't got no heart for nort ! " " Jaspar, for shame ! " laughed the landlady with a more than professional cheeriness, and possibly a spice of mischief. " You'm like a young man crossed in love, you are. You ought to know better at your age. Here they are, coming down from the meeting. I can hear the chairs moving back. I must get some more glasses washed up." JASPAR BRAUND'S BOAT 29 The old man jammed himself into the corner of his seat till he did really look old old in body, as well as grey. " Crossed in love ! " he mumbled to himself, after the fashion of those who are much alone at sea. *' At my age. . . . P'raps I be, Missis. An' p'raps I bain't." Most of the committee passed straight through the private bar, on the other side, and out into the street. Three remained, to judge by the drinks they called for namely, a special Scotch and soda, a glass of Burton, and a pint of cider. One voice spoke in the tones of those whom fishermen call "they there haw-haw articles." The second spoke a bastard local English. The third voice kept on falling into the broad dialect of the beach. Now that the meeting was over, they were very full of what ought to be done in order to improve the regatta. Although the partition between the private and public bars at the Beach Hotel rises right up to the ceiling, and divides the counter as well, it does not extend into the space behind the counter. Jaspar, sitting in his corner, could hear every word that was said on the other side, and soon the landlady was walking up and down nervously, unable to warn either Jaspar or the committee- men without everybody hearing it. And, knowing Jaspar, she feared a row in her house. For very soon the subject of the pair-oar race was brought up. " D'you think that'll take all right ? " asked the second voice, " putting the limit for the pair-oar boats at fourteen feet ? Twelve to fourteen, isn't it ? " 3 o HOW 'TWAS i " What I always say is this," answered the first voice. " If you want to make a race popular and get a good entry, you must arrange it so that the majority can enter. Years ago there used to be more fifteen-foot boats on the beach ; but now, since they have gone in for thirteen- or fourteen- foot punts, there are hardly any but sailing boats over that length. And by putting the limit at fourteen feet you make the conditions equal for the greatest number. At least, that is my opinion." " Certainly," remarked the third voice, " there isn't so many fifteen-foot rowing boats as there was back along. We've a-found out ouf mistake. They'm no good for a beach like ours ; 'cause if you got to haul a fifteen-foot rowing boat up an' down the beach, why you may just so well hae a sailing boat, an' done wi' it. 'Tis nigh the same weight ashore, an' the sail '11 do the work afloat, 'less 'tis a flat calm. 'Sides, a beamy little thirteen- foot punt '11 carry so much, an' earn 'ee just so much money, as a narrow fifteen-foot gig." " Of course. And you're the fisherman member of the committee ; you ought to know. But they are all so confoundedly conservative here, except when they are wanted to vote straight. Drink up, William. Have something else. You'll have another, won't you, Mr. Kerswell ? " "No . . . ." " No, you have one 'long wi' me, sir." " No, no, thanks. I'm late for dinner already. Let me leave one with you." Jaspar heard the louder rap of empty glasses i JASPAR BRAUND'S BOAT 31 upon the counter ; then heard the haw-haw article say " Good-night," and go out. Mr. Kerswell was the first to speak. " I should have thought," he said, " that if a man wanted to handicap himself in a race by rowing a bigger boat, there wasn't no objection. Won't a fourteen -foot limit put Jaspar Braund out of the running with his racer ? " " Course 'twill, an' serve 'en right, too. Mean ol' scrawler ! But that wasn't his real reasons what he gave him that's just gone out. He don't care about no entry, 'cept to stop ol' Jaspar entering. Ah ! he've never forgiven ol' Jaspar, nor never won't, for chucking of him into the water when he was trying to measure the Bubble after dark for to get another built like her. And he wouldn't never have got the Bubble's equal copy, after that ; so Jaspar might just so well have bided quiet. Boats is like people, I tell 'ee ; it takes all sorts to make a world, and no two o'em's alike. But that's what was in his mind, right 'nuff, when he proposed fourteen foot to get to win'ard of ol' Jaspar." " But I thought it was you mentioned it first at the meeting, Mr. Barton. . . ." " Certainly I did for to get it over. I know'd 'twas going to be brought up. 'Tis a bit hard on Jaspar, but there 'tis ; he've a-had his day or ought to have, and I don't care who hears me say it." Jaspar heard him plainly. The landlady had been making signs and grimaces to him, but he motioned to her to keep quiet, and as he seemed 32 HOW 'TWAS i to be taking the conversation very well, she did so. Mr. Kerswell went on : " What's that they're saying about old Braund and Tom Sandover's maid ? " "G'out!" said William Barton. " Silly ol' fool ! Ought to know better at his time of life ; so did the maid ; walking out wi' her grandfather up along dark lanes. Her's plenty old 'nuff for to know what's what. Pretty nigh thirty, her is. But Tommy Sandover hisself has put his foot down on that. My sister, what lives to the back of the gentleman's house, where her's in service, and used to see 'em, her's see'd ol' Jaspar hanging round, but her says her an't see'd 'em together this week or so. The maid don't come out. 'Tisn't no use for to talk ; Jasper's getting on ; he's sixty if he's a day ; and if he don't know it, he'll have to be teached. He've a-brought it on hisself. But he's going to be teached now, you see. He won't win thic race not in another boat ; and certain sure he won't get thic maid. ..." There was a noise of heavy boots on the other side. " You're a liar ! " shouted Jaspar Braund in a voice very thick and hasty. " You're a liar, Bill Barton ! You always was. Who backed out of the lifeboat thic time, saying 'twas doctor's orders ? " The boots clattered again. Instinctively Bill Barton shaped himself to fight, and Mr. Kerswell drank up hastily. But Jaspar did not come round to the private bar. He went away. Next morning, by breakfast time, the Bubble was gone from her berth on the beach. It was , JASPAR BRAUND'S BOAT 33 reported that Jaspar had taken her through his house and up behind, into his linhay ; further- more, that he had had a shindy with Bill Barton, and that Bill Barton had threatened to put his boot through the Bubble. " OF Jaspar," they said, "would so soon have a boot through his- self!" It was also said that Jaspar, enraged by the fourteen-foot limit, had broken up the Bubble for firewood, and this second rumour was traced back to a chance remark of Jaspar's own. Ill Regatta day broke very calm and fine. Cats- paws, driven out to sea by a light land wind, were just enough to keep the water in a ripple and give it life. So quiet was the breaking of little waves against the shingle that the sound of them seemed dreamlike and far-distant. When the sun lifted itself over the eastern cliff, driving away a lurry of mist to the southward, it lighted the ripples with colour ; pearl-grey and milky pink, and flashes of red and orange, all twinkling into one another, till the sea, for a few moments at break of day, was one vast jewel. Then the sun caught the cliffs to the westward, so suddenly lighting them up that they seemed to advance against the sea. And in the midst of it all, looking black and very small in size, lay one little boat at moorings. Later on, several arguments took place along the sea-wall about that boat. Men who can tell every craft on the beach a mile off disagreed. Those who saw her broadside- on declared that 34 HOW 'TWAS 'twas not the Bubble, for its stem and stern were singularly upright, whereas the Bubble s had raked outwards, fore and aft, and her over-all measure- ment, as every one knew, was much greater than the length of her keel. Those, on the contrary, who saw the little boat swing round, endways-on, were equally certain that it was Jaspar's Bubble. By and by, a fleet of racing dinghies, coming up from the westward astern of a steam tug, and fishing- boats arriving from other ports, drew men's attention away from the moored boat. The dinghies, with their silken sails, made sport of the light airs. The fishing boats, with their great dipping lugsails, formed a splendid spectacle on the water, but they could hardly get along, and had to be called off after their first round. Last of all, and late, was the pair-oar race. " Didn't I tell thee so ? " was said on all sides when Jaspar, stripped to his short-sleeved, low- necked sailor's flannel, rowed out to the moored boat, boarded her, and pulled himself, with long, easy strokes, to the starting-buoy. " What on earth's the use of he turning out ? " said some. " Jaspar'll beat 'em all, you see," said others ; and such, when it came to the point, was local pride in the old man and his boat and his oarsman- ship, that they cheered him off, shouting his name, and caring little whether his boat was qualified or not. The race was the thing to be won, not the prize. Three buoys marked out the triangular course of a mile or so. At the first buoy Jaspar was i JASPAR BRAUND'S BOAT 35 leading. At the second buoy he had increased his lead far beyond what was necessary. Then, doubling down and putting his back into it, he rowed right away from the rest. " Ol' fool ! " said the wiseacres, " doing more than he's any need to." But the biggest cheer of the day welcomed him home. A motor boat sped out and hailed him. He changed his course, and landed opposite the committee's tent. " You'm over length ? " some one shouted just as his boat touched the beach. " Be I ? " he answered, crawling out. " Here, give us a hand to haul her up a bit, will 'ee, please ? " Jaspar himself did not touch the boat. The veins in his neck were working, and by the twitch of his grizzled face he seemed to be in pain. " Is that the Bubble you've got there ? " de- manded the regatta secretary. " For sure 'tis or 'twas," replied Jaspar. " You can measure her if you'm minded." " She's over length. We know that already. You're disqualified." " Measure ! Measure ! " said Jaspar. He spoke with a threatening quietness. They did measure her. She was under length by an inch. " Why, what have you done to her ? " they asked eagerly. " 'Tis the Bubble right enough. You've cut her down. You've spoilt your boat, Jaspar." " I knows it," said Jaspar. " I've a-spoilt me 36 HOW 'TWAS i boat. I've a-cut down the Bubble the Bubble as used to be. You thought you was going to get to win'ard o' us, an', blast you, I've a-won ! " His voice rose. In a wailing shout, as if he might break into tears, he flung his curses at everybody near, raising his hands and shaking his fists. He made as if to put his own boot through the Bubble, and then stooped down and smoothed her varnish. And suddenly, again, he stopped. He had caught sight of a face among the crowd that was gathered round. Almost running up the beach he gripped a young woman by the arm. " Come on ! " he said. " I've a-won, and you knows what you told me." " Oh, I didn't say it, Jaspar ! " " Come on ! " he repeated, " an' let's get away from the hellers. Come on, 'long wi' me, to sea, out o'it ! " Half enticing, half compelling, he put her aboard the Bubble, and shoved off; and, with lame, short strokes of his oars, he rowed away to the westward. The spectators gathered together in twos and threes. " That's Tommy Sandover's maid he's took away. Where's Tommy ? If Tommy know'd this. . . . 'Fore all thic crowd o' people. ..." But the Bubble was beyond hail. She kept on her course, westward under the cliffs ; and though she was watched by many far-sighted eyes, first the shadow of the cliffs and then darkness spread over the sea and hid her. i JASPAR BRAUND'S BOAT 37 IV That was the Bubble s last trip. Ever since then she has lain on the beach. Barely a month after the regatta, Jaspar took Tommy Sandover's maid home to his house ; and it was quite recently, when I happened to ask him why he never used the Bubble, that the rest of the story came out. " I never uses her," he said, " 'cause I can't bring myself to it. I an't got no pride in her, not to go to sea in, now her's cut down. It didn't change her water-line, nor yet her speed in smooth water, but it did spoil the shape o' her, and there 'tis. Her's the Bubble, sure 'nuff, and yet her isn't ; and / remembers what the Bubble was. I an't got no heart for to use her." "Why ever did you spoil her," I asked, " simply to win a race ? " " 'Twasn't that," he replied quickly. " And 'twasn't on account of Bill Barton. Him 'twas that started the fourteen-foot limit, because several of 'em agreed across beach to share and share alike with the prizes, whether they won or not, and I wouldn't fall in with it. 'Course I wouldn't ! The prize was mine by rights, and always had been. So they put he up to tricking me out o'it. " Do 'ee think I'd ha' spoilt the Bubble for that ? Not me ! You see, 'twas like this really : "After my first wife died, I did get lone- lier an' lonelier, till I thought I was going fair mazed wi' it ; and I took to talking to my ol' woman that is (only her isn't old) for the sake of 38 HOW 'TWAS i passing the time ; an' 'fore I know'd where I was, I was a-courting of her. An' her was kind-like to me, although her people tried to stop it all they know'd how. Made me feel young again, it did. " Then her people persuaded of her that I was too old for to marry gone past it me that felt so young an' strong as ever I was ! And her wouldn't come out to me, till one night I catched her going to post wi' her missis's letters, and then her told me. Crying her was, too. " So I says to her : f Annie,' I says, l have any of they there young men winned the pair-oar race this nine years.' " And her was bound for to answer, c No.' " 'Well,' I says, 'will 'ee believe I'm fit for to marry 'ee if I wins thic race this year again ? ' "And her didn't answer, which I took for * Yes ' ; though, mind you, I was got so mazed wi' it all that I didn't believe I could win it. That is, I wasn't feeling sure, and I was in two minds whether or not to drop all o'it. " 'Twas that same evening I heard what they was saying in to the Beach Hotel. You must know what I felt like when I heard 'em, same as you knows how it turned out. " If it hadn't ha' been for all o'it, if it hadn't ha' been for my wife that is, I'd never ha' cut down the Bubble never, so long as I lived. My God, I'd never have hurt thic little boat ! A perty little boat her was to me. " But they said I was grow'd too old for to marry. They said Jaspar was done for. And they persuaded her. i JASPAR BRAUND'S BOAT 39 " How's that ? " he went on, going over to the Bubble and lifting a small child out of her, where children in the old time were never allowed to play. " How's that ? Do 'ee think her's like me ? Her's mine Daddy's Nannie, hain't 'ee, smutty-face twenty year younger than the young- est of my first family what's scattered all about the world, and maybe dead ; and I tell thee Braunds bain't never done for till they'm dead ! And I reckon I've a-proved it, too." " You'll win that race again yet," I said, half in joke, because the old man was so terribly serious. He took my hand and placed it inside his coat against his shoulder. " Do 'ee feel thic hollow ? 'Twill never go away, the doctor says, not at my age. I busted a cord there thic day a sinew, they calls it, broke and 'twill never join up. I can paddle about, you know, but I shan't never race no more. I've a-won my race for good. "The missis'll tell 'ee 'tis true. Her's so proud as can be o'it 'cause 'twas done on account of her, no doubt. A sight prouder, her is, I do believe, o' me an' me Jacob's hollow than her is o' thic there kid. But / bain't, 'cause Nannie's my prize, what I've a-winned." Jaspar smiled to himself, as men do when they've won their race. TO SAVE LIFE " HE'S in the town, I tell 'ee." " G'out ! What be talking 'bout ? " " Why the lifeboat 'spector, for sure ; an' he's in the town, I tell thee. Dickey Whimple see'd 'en up to station last night." " Maybe 'er is in the town," said another, an older fisherman, " but it don't follow 'er '11 send the lifeboat out a day like this yer. "Tisn't fit. My senses ! bain't it cold. I told 'ee us'd hae it when us did." The little knot of men fishermen unable to go to sea, old fishermen and shivering beach- combers attracted as usual to the lifeboat-house by rumours that the inspector was around, talked and argued in a lee corner behind the west wall of the squat red-painted building whose tall doors face the Channel. Continually the group broke up and formed again, because first one man, then another, peeped out to the south'ard or stamped across the road to warm his feet. For two days and nights a south-easterly gale, with savage snow-squalls in it, had been blowing upon the coast. More and more the measured thump of a great ground-swell had, except at low tide, 40 i TO SAVE LIFE 41 drowned the noise of breaking water, the rattle of shingle, and the hollow booming of the wind ; for when a ground-swell grows heavy enough to shake the beach, then the ear awaits each wave and listens for little else. During brief bursts of sunshine the sea outside looked almost calm, so uniformly churned-up was its discoloured surface. When squalls darkened water and sky, blobs of foam blew overhead across the road, mixed with snowflakes, and almost as white. Both swirled even into the corner where the fishermen and beach- combers stopped talking only to light their pipes. " Tisn't as if we fellers don't want the money, 'cause us do," declared a lifeboatman. " Aye ! an' the helpers wants their couple o' shillings, too." " If 'tis wuth a couple o' shillings," said the lifeboatman, " for you chaps as stays ashore an' only hauls on ropes, 'tis wuth ten pound for to go out there this day. Not that I can't do wi' the six shillings they gives 'ee. I an't earned a pound this month." " 'Tisn't fit ! " the old fisherman repeated. " Better to go short than to go out there, practis- ing, the likes o' this weather. Practising, they calls it ! Practising short cuts to t'other place. 'Tisn't a case o' saving life ; that's another thing. Would 'em like to go out theirselves, what sends 'ee an' calls 'ee brave fellows, an' puts 'ee in the paper. Not they ! Here 'er is though, sure ' o* i nuff ! The inspector, the coxswain, the local secretary, and the chairman of the lifeboat committee were 42 HOW 'TWAS , even then making their way along the sea-wall against the wind. They opened the doors of the lifeboat-house. Already the men were beginning to run up. "Well, coxswain ?" the inspector asked. " 'Tis like this, sir," said the coxswain, in his slow way ; " if us can get off through the surf, we'm there for better or for worse ; but 'tis a middling gert lop so big as I've a-see'd this twenty year an' I can't say about getting ashore safely or wi'out damaging the boat. . . ." " You'd go out to a wreck, wouldn't you ? " the chairman interrupted brusquely. " Why, yes ; o' course, sir." " Well, then, inspector, there is no reason why they shouldn't go out now." " And there ain't no reason why they should ! " growled a man among the crowd. The rocket was fired. The town, hitherto so small-looking and quiet beside the furious sea, sprang to life. Men hurried to the lifeboat- house from all directions. In spite of the storm and the driving, blinding spray, the townsfolk and some visitors gathered on the sea-wall, where they could get a good view ; children flocked out of lanes and the women stood at the tops of them, holding their skirts down with one hand and sheltering their eyes with the other. The cox- swain distributed helpers' tickets to the men he required, and the lifeboat, standing high and proudly on her carriage, was hauled as far as the middle of the road. There she stopped, helpless on land by herself. i TO SAVE LIFE 43 " Come, lads ! " the coxswain shouted to his men. But the lifeboatmen, instead of lending a hand with the ropes, collected together on one side, shouting to each other with much gesticulation in order to be heard above the storm. Between the prolonged thuds of the ground-swell certain angry phrases detached themselves from the hubbub. 'Tisn't fit ! " " Oh, I be willing enough. . . ." ** There's reason in all things." "The likes o' they. ..." " Ought to be ' All together, boys ! '" Finally, one man stood forward and refused to go. Perhaps because he is well known to be a rough-weather fisherman Old Hell-About-It, he is called three others followed his example. "Turn them out of the boat and call for volunteers," said the chairman. Not a fisherman was willing to replace them. A visitor and two townsmen did volunteer, but the coxswain, after looking them up and down, said shortly : " I bain't going to put to sea 'long ' ^i_ " wi they. " Call a committee meeting at once ! " snapped the chairman, losing his temper. " Are the fisher- men here afraid of the sea ? " "Liar!" and "Go theeself!" and "Thee's take care not to go ! " reached his ear as he left the lifeboat-house with the inspector and the secretary to attend the meeting. Another snow-squall blew up and the spectators scuttled away into shelter, until the lifeboat was 44 HOW 'TWAS i left alone in the road, still high on her carriage, still spirited in outline and proud in her white, red and blue paint, facing the sea, ready to take her buffeting, but buffeted now only by wind and snowflakes and blown spume ; and the men who should have been in her, stood on the lee side of her, cursing. Though the committee meeting was private, what passed at it soon leaked out. The lifeboat, the chairman said, had done no work for a long time. Because, explained the secretary, there had been fewer wrecks, owing to the decrease in sailing-ships. " She is called," retorted the chair- man, " the fishermen's plaything ! " On that account, the committee agreed, subscriptions were falling off. That was the point ; but the inspector's question, whether the lifeboat ought not to be removed, was heartily negatived, for a lifeboat is held to be a profitable attraction to a seaside town. The chairman spoke of mutiny, and wanted to throw out of the boat the whole of the old crew, until the secretary advised him that a new crew might be difficult to obtain. In view of the falling subscriptions, however, the lifeboat had, if possible, to go to sea. It was resolved to use one more effort to bring the men to their senses ; a com- promising soul offered to make their pay up to half a sovereign each ; and the meeting broke up. Down by the lifeboat, beachcombers and loafers, afraid for their shillings, taunted the lifeboatmen with being afraid of the sea, and threw out such other slurs as they dared. Visitors, coming out of shelter after the snow-squall, asked questions i TO SAVE LIFE 45 and remarked that they thought lifeboats could put to sea in any weather. Useless to explain to them the difficulties of getting off from, and landing on, a lee shore. The crew did not want to explain. They put their heads together, cowering like a herd of bulls yapped at by terriers, and kept to themselves. "Well, men," said the inspector, returning to the lifeboat-house, " are you going to do your duty ? " "They are all looking at you," added the chairman, with a glance at the row of people in great-coats, mackintoshes, and gloves along the sea-wall. " Hell about it ! " burst out the man whose nickname that was. " Let 'em look. That's the use o'em looking on. I'll go an' it's me last time ! " He made a move towards the ropes ; the rest followed. " Haul away, boys ! " the coxswain shouted. " We will make your money up to ten shillings," said the compromising soul. Old Hell - About - It turned round on him. " You keep your b y money an' take it with you when you dies. Do 'ee value our lives at four shillings more than six ? Us don't, n'eet our wives an' chil'ern. A life for a life, us reckons, an' you says a life for ten bob. Come on, chaps ! Haul away, an' let's get to sea, out o'it." Steadily, very steadily, the lifeboat on her carriage was lowered down the beach, until she was poised over the topwash of the surf like a 46 HOW 'TWAS i huge sea-bird springing for flight. Hot words ran up and down the strings of men on the tackle. The hawser, which runs from a mast beside the lifeboat-house out to sea, was slacked, so that the crew could catch hold in order to haul their boat out bows-on against the waves. Cork-jacketed, they climbed in over the gunwale. The bowman took his place up for'ard ; the coxswain braced himself to the yoke-lines of his rudder. Unwilling work, the launch was badly judged. The boat touched ground, and while the crew were hauling her off- shore on the hawser, a still greater wave rose up outside, curled over cavernously, and broke aboard. Still they hauled off; but when the lifeboat shook herself free, it was seen that the bowman had disappeared. And on the oars being put out one short, it was rapidly noised along the sea-wall that another man must have been injured. The spectators, being thrilled uncomfortably, now said that the boat ought never to have been launched. She kept on her course, at one time lifted high, a small thing among the crested seas ; at another time hidden behind a wave. Her stumpy masts went up ; then her bits of sails. The crowd's indrawing of breath, every time she disappeared, was like a groan. Fishermen pointed excitedly at her, keeping their arms held out, each time they saw her sheet let fly. Nevertheless, she beat to windward, sailed home free, and made a lucky landing among waves that, had she sheered, would have stove her in against the beach. i TO SAVE LIFE 47 When two bodies were lowered from her and carried up the beach, the old fisherman who had been talking in the lee of the lifeboat-house lifted his voice above the shouting and the din : " Poor fellows ! " he cried, in a wild, moaning voice. " All for nort ! Two lives lost an' not a life out there to save ! " They were not dead, however. The bowman was badly bashed and the other man had some limbs broken. They were taken away to the hospital ; and on going to hang up their cork jackets, the remainder of the lifeboatmen, with the exception of the coxswain, who was near his pension age, resigned in a body. " 'Tain't wuth it ! " they said. The lifeboat was without a crew. As if to mock human squabbles, the south- easterly gale blew itself out that evening. The sea calmed down. Boats and gear were got out on the beach ready for the herrings. Then the wind veered, and soon it blew a living gale from the sou' west. Just before dawn, people in their beds heard the whirring hiss of an ascending rocket. Was it, they wondered before it broke, for the lifeboat or a fire ? It was for the lifeboat. Daylight, grey and stormy, revealed, some miles to windward, a coasting schooner in distress, drifting inevitably, with the wind in that quarter, upon the lee shore. A cross-sea was running, steeper and more broken than that of the recent south-easter. " Better to let her run ashore under 48 HOW 'TWAS i the cliffs," was the advice of several, "and take them off with the rocket apparatus." But the lifeboat's men, who belonged to her no longer, would have none of it. " Aye ! " they said, " an' let 'em get knocked abroad under they cliffs an' be drowned to a man. Come on ! Launch the lifeboat, an' if us fails to take 'em off then you can but try the rocket apparatus afterwards. Come on, coxswain ! Haul her out. Thee ca'st hae a volunteer crew this time, skipper, o' men as hain't afeard o' the sea." After that, chaff and work went together. Leaving their boats and gear for old men, women, and children to drag away from the rising tide, the lifeboatmen put to sea. Cheers sent them off, and, after several hours, much more than cheers welcomed them back. Their long heavy fight to get to the schooner and to take off her crew was fully reported in . the newspapers of the day. They saw themselves described as heroes, and though they were not displeased, the remarks they made were bitter. The same men are still in the lifeboat, except the coxswain (retired) and the broken-limbed man who died of hospital pneumonia, and had a lifeboat funeral to console his wife and children and to add to the attractions of the town. The crew spoke their mind plainly for once when the in- spector returned after the wreck and the committee had them before it to pay them. While the chair- man was opening the proceedings with a speech about the possibility of overlooking offences due to ignorance, Old Hell-About-It interrupted, ad- i TO SAVE LIFE 49 dressing himself to the inspector alone : " You'm a seaman, sir they there ignorant coons hain't an' you ought to know how us be situated. What's the good o' thiccy chairman blowing his hooter ? The likes o' they don't know what us got to con- tend with, an' if you tells 'em they won't believe 'ee. / be willing to join the lifeboat again if you askis me. We'm always ready to save life an' us don't want nort for thic ; us never knows when we'm going to be wrecked ourselves in our own little craft ; but us bain't going to risk our lives, what's got wives an' chil'ern depending on us, for to make a spectacle for they to look at, not for six shillings. . . ." " Aye ! aye ! " " N'eet for ten ! " ANOTHER PRODIGAL " Kiss me, then." The Man, evidently a labourer tramping to find work, spoke so to a rough-coated black and tan dog of the lurcher type, that was walking beside him. As they went on down the rough, long hill to Salterport, the dog appeared more graceful, more intelligent, altogether less animal, than his master. Yet the Man also had the pic- turesque quality of a living being in harmony with its surroundings. The mud on his trousers seemed hardly out of place. His corduroy gar- ments, split here and there, had become earthy in colour ; his discoloured scarf was riding up his throat ; his shirt for want of buttons gaped open over a hairy chest ; and, as visible property, he carried an old greenish-black jacket slung over his shoulder, and some smaller things tied up in a red handkerchief spangled with what once upon a time were white stars. He reminded one of those sculptured figures which scarcely emerge from the rough-hewn marble ; only in his case the marble was like the soil of the fields round about. Except to pick blackberries from the high tangled hedge, his clumsy tramp was uninter- 50 i ANOTHER PRODIGAL 51 ruptcd. When he stopped the dog would go on a few yards and stop too. In the way the dog looked round and waited there was something very forbearing, strangely significant. At a turn in the road they were able to see below them the narrow green valley, made hazy by the creeping smoke from Salterport village, the cornfields and pastures of the heather-capped hills, and the rippled waters of the English Channel. Little white houses were dotted among the trees near the sea. The sun shone on a window as if a star was resting on earth. A dog's barking and a slight murmur uprose. The Man walked on, merely turning his face towards the village. He ceased, however, his frequent calls to the dog. What he thought, if he did think, there is no telling. Neither sadness, nor joy, nor any other emotion was reflected on his face. The hills were more expressive. But as he lumbered down the last part of the hill, his pace was so much faster that his hob-nails rattled on the flints. About two hours afterwards, a small group of fishermen stood where the Shore Road merges into the beach. " Here's a Weary Willie, an' no mistake," said one. The Man, his dog beside him, was lurching out of a public bar the other side of the road. He made, in as straight a line as possible, for the little group. One or two moved off, but not out of hearing. 52 HOW 'TWAS i He stumbled up to a tall, bearded fisherman and poked him in the chest. "Yer. D'jouknowl?" " Can't say as I do." He went on to a second, whom he likewise poked familiarly in the chest. "Yer. D'jouknow I?" "No. /don*." The second fisherman had flinched and moved back distrustfully. Therefore the Man returned to the first. Among the fishermen his loose, torn, dirty yellow corduroys by the side of their muscular forms clad in tight jerseys and navy-blue he looked a poor figure. But some change had come over his face. Perhaps the drink, which has its use not only in baring the inner man to the world and in showing sepulchres unwhited, but, sometimes, in resuscitating for an hour the finer thoughts of a man, so long and so far trampled beneath as to be usually forgotten perhaps the drink had done that same treacherous service for him. His skin was no less thick, his beard no less scrubby ; but now his eyes, deeply crows- footed, shone fervently, as if they had never been dull and lifeless, mere instruments for seeing the way, as if they had been used to look afar, not merely beneath his feet. Like a man who had never sold but little less than the whole of himself for bread, he glanced around, free-eyed. Drunk repossessed by a hope, maybe of his boyhood, he looked more of a man than when he was sober. ANOTHER PRODIGAL 53 Again he poked the tall fisherman in the chest, and asked with a tone of cajolery in his voice : " Yer, you knows I now, don' 'ee ? " No." " You 'member Mrs. Fricker ? " " Yes." " What used to sell winkles on the beach an' mend nets ? " "Yes." " Well. She never cheated nobody, did she ! " "No." " Well. She was my mother." "Oh." " Yer. D'jou know I now ? " "Yes, I knows 'ee." Well, will 'ee sell I yer fish ? " "H'm. . . ." " Look yer. You 'member my mother ? " " I've a-told 'ee." " She was straight, wasn' 'er ? She never did nobody, did 'er ? " "No, herdidn'." " I be her son. Will 'ee sell I yer fish, what you catches ? " " Us knows who to sell 'em to now when we got any." " You won't ? " "No." " Yer " each time he said yer he accompanied it with a dig in the fisherman's chest "yer! You 'member my mother, Mrs. Fricker, as was?" " Yes, yes." " An' you won't sell I yer fish ? " 54 HOW 'TWAS i " No. Us won't." He turned unsteadily to the dog, put his jacket on the ground and said : " Lay down ! " At once the dog laid his head and forepaws on the jacket. His master and he watched one another. " Is that right, what he says ? " a bystander inquired of the fishermen. " Oh, yes. That be right enough. I recog- nised 'en so soon as he said who he was." " The dog seems obedient. Is it his own, do you think ? I saw him go to a butcher's in the village and buy it a pound of beefsteak good meat. He cut it up with his jack-knife and threw it to the dog." " Did 'ee ? Beefsteak, aye ! " Once more the tall fisherman was poked in the chest. " Yer. You knows I now, don' 'ee ? " " Yes, I know." " An' you knowed my mother ? " "Yes." Well. Will 'ee sell I yer fish ? " " No ! " shouted the fisherman. " Yer won't sell I yer fish ? " " No," said the fisherman quite gently. The man waited a moment, hesitating. Then he called the dog from his jacket : " Yer. Come yer, then ! " The dog drew near him. He dropped his bundle, which some one picked up and handed i ANOTHER PRODIGAL 55 him, together with the jacket, as if it were time for him to take the hint, and move on. " Kiss me, then," he said to the dog, which thereupon jumped up and licked his face. " Yer," he asked again, " you knows I ? " " Us knows 'ee." " Well, will 'ee buy my dog ? " " But us don' want 'en." " 'Er ain't no good, an't got no blood in 'en, no pedeegree ; but 'ee's so good a dog as ever you see'd. Will 'ee buy 'en ? Now ! " No." He stopped speaking and looked up the road which runs out of Salterport. He could hardly stand without stepping forward and backward and sideways. For the last time he poked the fisher- man in the chest. " Yer. You did know I, didn' 'ee ? " " Yes, yes, I knowed 'ee." He shouldered his bundle. " Yer, come on ! ' he called to the dog. He stumbled up the hill to the westward. The dog ran alongside licking his hand. In a few moments they were both gone out of sight. " What could us do wi' a dog ? " asked a fisherman. Nobody replied, and they all remained silent, looking out to sea. It seemed that they felt a little guilty of some- thing or other. THE MISSIONER IT was far too hot to do much. Salterport beach looked sleepier, more peaceful, and more contented than usual. On that account, Jabez Jones, a strange lay-missioner, was the more noticeable as he zigzagged across the Front distributing yellow handbills. For some days the weather-wise had been saying that such a summer was bound to break up with a heavy gale. The trees, a little shrivelled and over-coloured by too much sunshine, dropped now and again a leaf, and rustled as if they were gathering an invisible garment round them. Everything the sea even seemed to be pausing and holding its breath. Men stood among their boats as if fixed there. Now they talked in spurts, and now they watched the sails which were planted, as if for ever, on the leaden horizon. The beach- ing and shoving off of boats looked curiously mechanical in the shimmering light ; it was like a beautifully devised illusion of some far-distant place where great silences swallow up the noise and fuss of mankind. Life seemed all under- current, with scarcely a swirl in it. 56 , THE MISSIONER 57 There appeared to be no good reason why the Salterport fishermen, or even consumptive visitors, should occupy themselves any more than usual with the state of their souls. Yet this fussy little man, from some unrestful city, almost compelled them to receive his yellow sheets of paper. Young men read them, and laughed loudly at their own jokes. Girls took them gladly : they were some- thing fresh. Some visitors graciously acquiesced in Mr. Jones's desire that they should take one. Fishermen, lounging about ashore, after a night's mackerel drifting, gave, as politely requested, their opinion of the weather, were presented with handbills, and swore genially over them. Small children, even, had one for their illiterate little selves, and one to take home to father and mother. Most people smiled at Jabez Jones : he was the sort of man one does smile at. Respectability clothed him hotly. In his all -black clothing, which seemed to be stifling the pink and sandy him, he looked as if he had come from a cooler, murkier climate, or like a bird that wanted to moult and couldn't. Stares received him, but he livened up the beach. Just before dinner-time he stopped a red- cheeked fair-haired little girl, who was walking down the sunny side of Fore Street with a con- fidence born of finding it ever the same, and offered her two handbills. " Now, my little dear, will you have one of these for yourself, and take one home to father and mother ? What is your name, my dear ? " "Git 'ome an' die, or I'll 'at thee head off! " 58 HOW 'TWAS t answered the small child, who resented her way being stopped. " Do you like sweeties ? " asked Jabez. She looked very stolidly at him. Then she inquired abruptly, with the disconcerting insight of childhood : " Who be you, man ? What do . 3 ee want r " Keep this for yourself, my dear, and take the other one home to father and mother. Will you ? And here's a sweet for you. There's a good little girl ! " She neither said that she would nor that she wouldn't. She trotted home to dinner, and Jabez Jones did the same. II " Wants me dinner, Mam ! " cried Polly Forder, running into a house where, for want of dwellings handy to the beach, three generations of Forders still lived under one roof. Dinner was just dished up. Silas Forder, Polly's grand- father, was spread out at one end of the table, and his best catch, as he called her, now crippled with rheumatism, was propped up in a high- backed chair at the other end. At the sides sat two of Silas's seven sons (the five others were away at sea) and the wife of the elder. Polly's chair was near her mother's. The food was roughly spread, but plentiful. Conversation would have been freer without Silas. He was holding forth on motor -boats, speaking as he always did when innovations were , THE MISSIONER 59 in question. " I don't believe in 'em at all. They costis more. Do 'em catch more fish after the rate ? 'Tis because 'tis less trouble. They'm afeard of trouble nowadays, that's what 'tis. Why, I've a-took fifteen hours rowing in from the offing, whiting catching ! What's the good of they there motors, I say, if you bain't no better off in the end, come sharing-up time ? " Silas held to his youth in more senses than one. Though his stubby grey beard and his thick white hair made him appear venerable, he still had the upstanding figure of his young days. But for his greyness, his staider gait and his weather - wrinkled brown face, he might have passed for a sturdy man at his bodily best. His opinions, which were those of his youth chiefly negative and concerned with what he didn't believe in must have hardened with his bones and muscles. In his obstinacy there was a touch of grandeur, as well as of childishness. And as the father must have been, so now was the elder of the two sons a man in every respect fixed and settled in life. Jim Forder, the younger son, was the dubious member of the family. Dark, tall, stooping and raw-boned, he nevertheless gave the impression that he had yet to grow in some way. He looked anywhere, at sea or on land, a little awkward and out of place, and by some means or other he managed to spoil the general effect of nearly everything he did. It was as if some relentless devil alternately whipped him up and reined him in. As a boy, his dreams and restlessness had 60 HOW 'TWAS r been a nuisance ; he had been mad to go to sea and had not gone ; he had refused to fight a man one day and had provoked a fight with him the next week ; he had sought heaven and feared hell in two or three religious sects ; and, worst of all, he had fallen headlong in love with several girls, yet still was unmarried. It was all remembered against him. And because, when it was necessary to face danger, he had a habit of gaping for a moment, he was regarded scarcely as a coward he had proved himself not that but as a bit soft-like, a mazed-headed article. He constantly annoyed his father because he stuck so firmly to his own opinions, which, as any one could find out by baiting him, swayed and tore like seaweed in a storm. At the same time, he was liked by all, and all enjoyed fooling him. They even went so far as to feel it easy and natural to admit his goodness of nature. " Jim's often kinder' n / should be," his father would say. "But 'er's that curious sometimes. . . . There ! I never could make 'en out. Wants a steady-going sort o' maid, wi' a bit of devil in her, for to take 'en in hand that's what our Jim wants. But 'er don't stick to the maidens no more than 'er sticks to ort else." On Polly's arrival with the handbills, both Jim and the old man looked up. " What's got there, Polly ? " demanded Silas. " Let's look," said Jim, half rising in his place. " Bring 'em here, Polly," commanded the old man. Polly obeyed. Jim sat down, and then, on i THE MISSIONER 61 seeing that there were two handbills, he got up again and took one. Silas read his aloud, holding it at arm's length, and as he went on his anger seemed to be rising, much as Polly's had done with Jabez Jones. " Thursday, July the eighteenth that's to-day, isn't it ? At seven p.m., Mister Jabez Jones of Bristol will conduct a meeting who's Mr. Jabez Jones of Bristol ? Bristol be big enough for forty Jabez Joneses will conduct a meeting on Salterport Beach. Us don't want 'en on the beach, bringing all they mischevious chil'ern 'bout by the boats. There won't be a thole-pin nor a footing-stick left ! The Word what's 'er mean by the Word, now ?" " His word, I 'spect," remarked Dick, the elder of the two sons. " The gospel," put in Jim. " That's what they call the gospel the Word." " Why don' 'en call it that straight out, then ? " growled the old man. " 'Tisn't proper. Swearing is words, isn't it ? " Jim flushed and turned to his dinner. His father continued reading. " The Word will be preached. Music. Hymns. A hearty welcome to all. " Umph ! That's it. People as wants summut always says you'm welcome. / shan't be, that I do know. Us don't want none o' they folk to Salterport. Why don' 'em go to church if they wants to go anywhere ? Mr. Jabez Jones ain't wanted hereabout. You see if he don't have to go away again like they there peer-rots [pierrots] last summer ! " 62 HOW 'TWAS i "Why for?" asked Jim. " Because us don't want 'en here. That's why for. The religious peer-rots is worse'n t'other ones, by far. You mind how James Amber's sister went mad ? Her wasn't moon- struck. 'Twere worse'n that religious madness the sort as never gets no better. I've a-see'd plenty o'it in my time, too, from some of they reg'lar places wi' their hell preachments. This here Mr. Jabez Jones us got plenty to do wi'out the likes o' he." " He'll do for Jim," said the elder brother with a teasing laugh. " Hold thee row ! " said Jim uneasily. Such stray hints led often to fierce baitings. " Hark at 'en ! " Dick continued. " Hell go, but he's like as if he's got a girl and don't want to walk arm-in-arm 'cept outside the village. Eh, J* 3 " im? Silas's patience was at an end. "I'd a sight sooner see 'en running after a girl. 'Tis only natural then for to cuddle in a corner. But this here preacher. ... Look here, Jim ; see thee doesn't get mixing up wi' it. Thee mayst go off wi' the Cowfield Chapel folk, but I won't have any one of mine fooling round wi' beach-preachers and such-like ; so 1 tell thee plain. I won't have it in my house, and if you do, you'll shift herefrom, an' pretty quick ! Thee's got plenty to do wi'out that, wi' the fish not coming into the bay like they used to do, an' the boat rended in twenty places an' rotten-old. Go'n dry the nets. They'll want barking soon. Only, mind what I says, now. i THE MISSIONER 63 Silas when roused was best left to himself. This Jabez Jones he did not trust. He could not get rid of him, and, on account of his own son, he could not ignore him. After Jim had gone out to turn the nets, which were already spread on the beach, it was almost mournfully that Silas said to his daughter-in-law : " I'll be bound he'll go, he's that contrary ! " III At seven o'clock, punctually, that evening, Jabez Jones was ready on the beach. About seven o'clock, also, the fishermen began to shove their big boats down to the sea, to hoist their white and brown sails, and to set out for the night's mackerel-drifting. Therefore, although many people were on the Front, they all gazed steadfastly to sea. No one joined in the missioner's weak opening hymn. No one was interested enough to jeer. Small children stood by, looking up into his face. Bigger children stopped a solitary young woman's first whisper of song by bawling out : " Bide quiet, will 'ee, an' let the gen'leman sing." Jabez announced another meeting for the next night at the same time. All, he said, would be welcome. The following morning brought wind and rain. Jabez, however, was none the less active. He distributed more handbills, posted them up in conspicuous places, and obtained promises of help from a man who had been in the Salvation Army, and one or two others. His failure, moreover, 64 HOW 'TWAS i had raised a laugh, so that many thought it would be a fine thing to go and see him fail again. Though the stiff breeze had veered, there was a heavy swell on, and the sky looked too wild for mackerel-drifting. A small crowd awaited Jabez Jones. Jim Forder was not far off, and Silas himself was within sight, glancing back. Jabez tripped down the beach, opened out his portable harmonium, and began to press hymn- papers into spectators' hands. "The hymn* we jhall .ring, the hymnj we jhall .ring," he murmured to each one with a hiss on the s. Then he stood upright and surveyed his congregation. The evening was very beautiful so beautiful that the earth seemed unearthly. Sea and sky were beginning to grow pearly. Largish waves, coming in slantwise, broke on the shore and continued breaking far along to the eastward. Each thud and rattle, travelling ceaselessly, died away in the distance with a sound like the lament of many spirits, fled from earth and murmuring an eternal complaint over the restless sea. At one moment the atmosphere was charged with their muffled torment, at the next moment imbued with peace. In the midst of this scene, Jabez fingered his wheezy harmonium, and with a worn voice began to sing by himself : "Art thou weary, art thou languid, Art thou sore distressed ? . . ." Slowly he laboured through the seven verses. His new-found recruits joined in. They sang i THE MISSIONER 65 more or less together, more or less in tune. Music. . . . There was no music. But it did not so strike those who were standing on the beach ; for hymns, very badly sung, have a plaintive effect that is mostly lacking in good sacred music. One by one the listeners seemed to be overcome by a feeling that they were weary and languid, that they did yearn for rest ; and before the singing was ended, the Salvation Army man, some women and girls, and two or three young men, including Jim Forder, were all uttering, and in some degree satisfying, their hazy desire for rest singing in a wail which baffled faintly against the noise of the surf, but overcame murder- ously the lament of the spirits over the sea. Jabez proceeded to offer up a very long prayer. The Salvation Army man spoke on the text " Whoso convinceth me of sin," inviting any of those present, whose consciences convinced them of sin, to step forward and testify. Another hymn followed, and another. The hymning appealed particularly to Jim, who, being spiritually a tenderfoot, and ill at ease in any path, old or new, had sought fresh roads all the days of his life. He shared the feelings of those around, but what for them was walking idly, for him was running the race. As always, when he was thinking or feeling intensely, he gaped ; and, unconsciously also, he gradually edged forward into the centre part of the circle. He was, so to speak, an idealist without ideals. He stood self- convicted, not of sins, but of sin. An extra- ordinary longing akin to that which causes F 66 HOW 'TWAS i primitive peoples to worship collectively and to share their mental troubles was compelling him to take all men into his confidence. With hesi- tation, he stepped still farther forward to testify. " Dear bretheren . . ."he began. " Dear bretheren ..." The new strangeness of the familiar faces, packed together on the beach, diverted his atten- tion for a moment. He lost grip of what he had wanted to say. The very desire to testify was slipping away from him. After more hesitation, he raised his head, lowered it, and continued lamely : "When I came here to-night and heard the message. ..." Some one laughed and he stopped again. He wanted to rebuke the laugher, yet felt that some sort of acknowledgment was due to Jabez Jones. A choice was not needed. A strong hand clutched his arm, and he heard in his father's angriest voice : u What be you fooling here for ? I thought I told thee I wouldn't hae it. Damn it all ! come 'long wi' me, an' us'll settle this. I bain't so old but I can master you, my lad, an' that you knows. Come 'long, now ! " Jim allowed himself to be led from the meeting, whilst Jabez, who was not without experience of such awkward moments, called for the hymn, " Onward ! Christian soldiers." Lustily they sang now. Partly because the old man felt he had gone too far, and partly because he was growing dumb with anger at having been led into making a show of himself, he said nothing to Jim all the way home. But he continued to grasp his arm as if it i THE MISSIONER 67 had been a heavy oar in a head wind, and the sound of the hymn, borne bodily on the breeze, gave Jim the impression that the whole meeting was turned to watch them, and was singing at him. " And we'll settle this," was still repeating itself in his mind, when, on nearing their door, Silas said abruptly and as if the matter had been already sufficiently discussed : " Now then, you'm not going to do that again, or I'll see 'ee some- where else." Jim's answer was to step off in the direction of the meeting. " Jim ! " shouted the old man. " Where's going to ? " " Where I come'd from." " I won't have 'ee back 'long with me ! " Jim stood still, and Silas, who by no means wanted a permanent quarrel with one of his boat's crew, changed his tactics. "What do 'ee want to go off there for ? " he asked. " I told 'ee I won't hae it, an' I won't ! " The reply startled him. " What do you want, interfering wi' a man's religion ? " " 1 don't want to interfere wi' no man's religion. But going off to a place like that beats me fair, it do. Never used to be like it. There ain't no good in it." " There is good in it," Jim burst out, " else I shouldn't go, should I ? If 'tisn't nothing to you for to feel Someone's a-watching over you when you'm out to sea, 'tis summut to me. 'Tis ter'ble 'nuff to be drownded wi'out black sins on your soul." 68 HOW 'TWAS i Religious dispute was beyond Silas. Still de- termined to have it out with his son, he once more changed his attack. " Why doesn' learn to swim then ? " It was astute of the old man. Jim had never learnt to swim ; he was one of those who sink like a stone. As an answer to his father's question he began resolutely to walk towards the Shore Road. " You take heed," shouted Silas. " I won't have 'ee here and at thic there beach preaching. So I tell 'ee straight, once an' for all ! " IV Jim did not go back to the meeting ; he shrank from the laughter and questions, the jokes and slurs, he would have had to face. Instead, he walked westwards along the Front, till he came to the spot where Silas's drifter was hauled up beneath the sea-wall. There, out of habit, he stopped. " I won't stand it ! I'll clear out ! I'll get away off to the sea ! " he exclaimed to himself. He thought with revengeful satisfaction how difficult the old man would find it to get another good hand a proper fishing chap for his drifter. And at the same time, without thinking, he jumped down to the beach, and began gathering up the foot of the spread nets, preparatory to heaping them upon hand-barrows for the night. Nevertheless, he fully meant to clear out, although he hardly knew in what way. Three girls came walking along the Front and i THE MISSIONER 69 stopped on the wall above him. One of them Annie Stowe by name had been a sweetheart of Jim's. In a flash, his question solved itself. Annie Stowe would do. He had always liked her. He would clear out. He would marry Annie Stowe and live in a house of his own, even if it were a mile on land. " Evening, Annie ! " he called up brightly. " Good-evening, Jim," she replied, tuning her voice to something between offended dignity and a giggle. " Where have 'ee been keeping your- self ? Us an't see'd nort of 'ee this long time." The two other girls sheered off. "Will 'ee come up 'long for a walk over Kalecliff, Annie ? " " My senses, Mr. Forder, how suddent, like, you be ! " " Bide a minute, then, till I've gathered up this here net. Tide's coming in. . . ." Annie Stowe was less silly than she sounded. Jim Forder, the only unmarried young fisherman, was well known to have a nice little bit put by enough to buy a boat and nets of his own. At the top of the Kalecliff they sat down in the long grass that grows on the edge, where the scents of land and water mingle. High up over the darkening sea the sound of the surf was weak- ened to a heaving silence ; the noise of the beach was but a far-away murmur, purified in the sweet clear air. Jim and Annie Stowe took up their courting just where they had left it off, a year or 70 HOW 'TWAS i more before. In the darkness they sat with their arms around each other, not speaking very much. On parting, at the house where she worked, Jim asked her to tell him her next night out, and she told him definitely. It was as good as a promise to walk out with him. And his own mind was made up. His father would never give way. Neither would he. For the moment, at all events, he was well pleased with himself. Next morning at breakfast his brother quizzed him until he was driven to ask : "What be laugh- ing at, then ? " " Our new beach-preacher, I 'spect." " I shan't stand it any longer, I tell 'ee ! I'm going to get married and clear out of here." " Who's that to ? Which o'em is it, I means ? " " Anyhow, we'm going to keep company me and Annie Stowe." " What's that ? " asked Silas, who had been in- dulging in an old man's table-reverie. " He's going to marry Annie Stowe and cast off," laughed Dick. But nothing could have been more likely to make Silas drop the quarrel of the previous evening. " That's better," he said. " Nice handy sort of girl, she ! Her'll keep 'ee away from they there meetings. Her'll want all of her man, I'll warrant. Women is used to their fellows being in public-houses, but they bain't used to 'em being off to meetings." " I shall go to what meetings 1 like." " Will 'ee ! Us'll see. In married life you've , THE MISSIONER 71 a-got to do what's best to be done, an' that you'll find." The old man was very cock-sure. Jim himself felt doubtful. It was a point to clear up before- hand. In the evening, the three Forders stood lean- ing over the side of their drifter. After another breezy morning the wind had veered, but not much, and the sea was still running as high as is good for an open boat, however large and sea- worthy. " Pity us an't got a harbour, so's us could use bigger boats," Jim was saying. " If we'm going, 'tis time for to get ready," said Dick. " What about it, Jim ? " " Don't look very fit, do it ? " "There's mackerel out there," said Silas, "and 'tis just the night for to make a haul. I thought I see'd 'em playing up in the bay this a'ternoon, but couldn't be sure wi' this here lop on." " That don't say we'm going to get 'em. Most often us don't when they plays up. Besides," added Jim, " 'tis Sunday to-morrow, and there won't be no trains if us do." " Dost want to go to a meeting, then ? " said Dick. "Easy git a cart to Exeter if we has a haul. What's say ? Be 'ee going ? " Jim still hesitated. He had been examining a bad rend in the bilge. All three knew that the boat was half rotten ; Jim had noticed that the rend was opening farther and spreading. 72 HOW 'TWAS i " I'll go meself, if thee doesn't ! " exclaimed the old man. " Who's to prevent a fellow going, if he's minded ? / didn't say I wouldn't go." " Come on ! " urged Dick. " Haul her down a bit and fill up the ballast-bags. Us can but come home again if 'tisn't fit." They pushed the boat down over the pebbles, and in a short time shoved off. Exactly how the accident happened is even now a matter for argument in a place where the accidents of fifty years ago are still recollected and argued over. According to the best account, they shot their nets about a couple of miles out and west, and rode to them for the best part of an hour. Then, as the wind was backing and freshening, they hauled in for only a few dozen mackerel, and up-sailed for home. It was already nearly dark ; they had been so late in starting. About a quarter of a mile from shore, with the wind still backing and the sea making, they gybed over the big dipping lugsail. The backstay parted, the heavy mast broke out and came down, the knees of the forethwart gave way, and the boat opened out like an old box. Jim, his brother and the nets were all capsized together into the water. The net rose again near Jim like an evil sea monster, curling about in the waves. He became entangled in it ; managed to grasp one of its cork buoys ; and at last had time to realise what had happened. To his brother, who was swimming towards him, he shouted hoarsely : i THE MISSIONER 73 " Go'n get in for a boat. Nobody won't see us here. I've got holt of a buoy. Tide's right. Go on ! " And Dick, a strong swimmer, made for land. Jim was alone, between the swishing water and the darkness. He waited so anxiously, peered so keenly for the boat, when waves lifted him up, that his eyes felt as if they were projecting out of his head, on stalks. They smarted with the salt water till he could keep them neither properly open nor shut. But for being mixed up with the net-buoys he would have sunk. When the boat arrived, with Dick in it, they found him so blue from the cold, and so exhausted, that they had to lift him aboard and afterwards carry him home. He was beyond answering questions. Silas, more upset than he cared to show, took him upstairs in his arms, gave him brandy, tended him while he was sick, and put him to bed. For two or three hours Jim remained in a state between waking and sleeping. He mumbled to himself and called out loud from time to time. It seemed as if he was mixing up in his mind the accident and his quarrel with his father. Silas refused to go to bed. " 'Tis summut to think about," he said to his daughter-in-law, " that I might ha' losted both they there boys and all the rest o'em to sea. Take care thy Polly don't go down so near the water, like her do." Towards morning, however, Jim slept, and did not awaken till Silas came into his room long after 74 HOW 'TWAS i daylight. " How do 'ee feel now ? " inquired the old man. "Better. . . . All right. . . ." " Better'n thee didst, I'll warrant." "What's the time? Time to get up, is it?" " You bide there a bit, and I'll bring 'ee up a cup o' tay. What's think about when thee wast hanging on to thic there buoy? " " Don' know," said Jim. " Wondered how long the boat 'd be, I s'pose. Couldn't help thinking they was a hell of a long time." " Ah ! best thing, I tell 'ee, for to do is to learn to swim like Dick came in like a steamer, they said, what saw him land a sight better'n they there meetings. . . . Bide still, now, an' I'll bring 'ee up the tay." Annie Stowe was downstairs. " Milkman told me he was drownded," she began. " Postman said he wasn't. Is he all right, Mr. Forder ? I couldn't but look round and see. People tells up such tales, don' 'em ? " "Jim's all right," replied Silas, "only he's staying up to bed a bit. Here ! " he went on, as if a thought had suddenly struck him, " I said as I'd take 'em up a cup o' tay. Do you run up wi' it. I bain't so fond o' stairs. . . ." Oh, Mr. Forder ! " wi it. His Majesty. ... It seemed as if the King i HIS MAJESTY'S MEDAL 81 was brought nearer ; as if we were living, so to speak, in the purlieus of the Court ; or, better, as if we had our harbour, and the Royal Yacht in it. II For a couple of months nothing more was heard. The medals hung in men's thoughts like doubtful light at sea. Mr. Elliot on his next visit said that the applications had been duly sent in ; that a man's having taken his discharge some years ago made no difference, provided and so forth. Age-yellowed parchment papers and dis- charges of the old Preventive Men, who existed before the Coastguards, were brought to light. They were no good. "An' t'other's bain't no good nuther, seems so. Why an't us heard nort ? " It was in vain to point out that Government offices work slowly, and that it takes time to strike medals with the men's names upon them. " Ah ! " said Bill Wintle, after a tiring night at sea. " Ah ! they kicked up a buzz about they there medals for some purpose o' their own to find 'ee out, where you lives to, p'raps, or what your conduct was ; an' now they bain't going to trouble no more about it. That's how they serves 'ee, I tell 'ee ; always was, an' always 'twill be." But a day came when the Customs Officer was able to say that a batch of medals had arrived for Bitcombe men, but none, as yet, for ours. "They're to be presented by the Commander himself in full uniform, with as much ceremony G 82 HOW 'TWAS i as possible those are the Admiralty's instruc- tions." "Then the King ain't going to pin 'em on, that's certain sure. . . ." We read an account of it in the newspaper. Medals were presented, too, at Fowey,at Falmouth, at Bideford, at Appledore, at Plymouth. " It may be," said some of us, without much believing it, " that they are going in alphabetical order. Apple- dore, Bideford, Fowey, Falmouth all at the be- ginning of the alphabet." " Then how about Plymouth ? They got 'em there." Old Tommy Yabsey, who has had three sons in the Navy, and is quickly jealous on its behalf, wanted to know why, for God's sake, the Royal Naval Reservists should have medals, unless they did something. " You were paid, wasn't 'ee ? " he asked. " And you drew your retainers, didn't 'ee?" "Well, us did our drills, didn' us? " "You never fought. You was never aboard a battleship ! " " We was trained men, most o'us, ready to be called up if us was wanted ; an' that's more'n you ever was. Us could ha' fought 'long wi' the best o'em." " Now, just you tell I this," said Tommy, bobbing his head. " If you'm so much use as you says you be, why for did 'em do away with Bitcombe battery ? Didn' want 'ee ! No use for 'ee ! " i HIS MAJESTY'S MEDAL 83 His age protected him. " Us don' know for sure yet," was the mild answer, " w'er us be going to get any medals or no. P'raps us hain't, an' I'm sure I don't much care." Anticipation, in fact, was growing stale. When the Customs Officer announced that the medals had really come, and that Bill Wintle, Harry Waycott, and Tipsey Short were to go down to Bitcombe by an early train, and walk straight to the Customs Office, Bill asked in confirmation of his misgivings : " I s'pose there ain't nort attached to 'em no gratuity like ? " And when the Customs Officer was gone along, he burst forth : " Then what the hell's the good o'em ! They bain't money. An' thee casn't pawn 'em. Better to have give'd us a watch. Thee cou'st ha' told the time wi' thic out to sea. But these here medals. ... I reckon 'tis a thing got up for pleasing them as is fools enough to be pleased wi' 'em. The likes o'us does the fighting, an' they gives us toys. Why couldn' 'em send the medals up to us, 'stead o' wanting us to go to Bitcombe for 'em ? 'Tis half a day's work lost : I s'pose they sort don't take no heed o' thic. I don' know w'er I shall trouble to go down for mine or not." On the morning itself he started for the station, fresh-shaven, though it was not his day, and in his best clothes, but with a jersey, the fisherman's uniform, underneath ; and his last words were : " I reckon they might ha' paid a chap's expenses. 'Tis money spent, what you've had to dig out for hard 'nuff. Thee casn't go down to Bitcombe 84 HOW 'TWAS i wi'out meeting an old friend or two, an' thee casn't see 'em wi'out asking o'em to hae a drink ; an' five shillings don't go far when you gets in wi' a lot o' chaps on an occasion like. I shall be back by the mid-day train. I bain't going to stay down there an' make a fuddle o'it. 'Tain't wuth it ! " But his step was springy, and in his bearing there was as much of the drilled man as the labour of fishing had left to him. Ill "Where's Bill? Is 'er home eet ? What train's 'er coming by ? " " The mid-day train, he said, for certain." " Ah ! you won't see nort o' he till t'night, if thee dost then. He's out for to make a day o'it, Bill is ! " Towards the end of the afternoon, however, a small blue figure wandered to the Front, aim- lessly, as if the light of the sea was rather dazzling. It was Bill right enough ; but shrunken and bent, so that his coat flapped on him. His eyes were bright and a little staring. His face, poked out from his shoulders, was become in an hour or two pinched, wizened. In the morning a drilled man had started. In the afternoon there came back a man past it. It was as if the silver medal hang- ing on his jersey had marked off suddenly the end of youth and the beginning of age. " Done for now ! " it seemed to say, with a grim waggle. " I been home a couple of hours I didn't come straight down from station," he was explain- i HIS MAJESTY'S MEDAL 85 ing. " Got in up-street 'long wi' ol' Tommy Yabsey an' one or two more o'em. Their blasted chawl ! Wanted to know why us was entitled to medals. . . . As if us hadn't done nort for 'em ! I'd ha' slatted 'en, I'd ha' slatted 'en through the window if 'twasn't for him being old ! That's how they ol' men gets at 'ee, I tell 'ee, an' takes the youth out o'ee, 'cause they'm jealous o'it ; an' thee casn't do nort. . . ." " Never mind, Bill ; you've done your service, and they haven't. ..." " They don't know nort about it, what 'tis like ; they an't done nort theirselves, an' they throws out their slurs at them as have. I got summut to wear on me chest now for to show I been through it." " Did the Commander pin them on ? " "Commander no! 'Twas a hole-an '-corner turn-out. Us only went to a room in the Customs Office, an' a chap what wasn't no better than the likes o' ourselves pinned 'em on an' chattered 's if we was kids. Miz-mazed affair, 1 call it. Why couldn' 'em ha' bringed they medals up here an' give'd 'em away where anybody could see ? Let Tommy Yabsey an' they sort know what we was entitled to. See us hae it, too, proper like. " Come over an' hae a drink," he continued. " Come on ! Won' 'ee ? What's say ? Had 'nuff? /an't had 'nuff. 'Twasn't wuth a fuddle, this day's turn-out. Well, if thee wousn't hae it. ... I an't got but a penny left. I was going to chalk a drink up for 'ee, what I an't never done in me life before. 86 HOW 'TWAS i A child came out and took his hand. " Dad, dad ! Mother says tea's ready." " Tay ! Who wants tay ? All right. I'm coming. P'raps a cup o' tay'll do me good." He fingered the medal on his chest. " I an't been in to show her eet." In house, a wise old woman who was present said : " Ah ! ah ! ah ! Can see where they been to ! Don't thee say nort. Let 'en sleep. That's best. I reckon they'm very good boys for to come home so early. Blow'd if / would ! Be 'ee turned teetotal, William John ? " " 'Twarn't wuth it," said Bill, already nodding over his tea. During the evening a knot of men waited out- side, opposite Bill's house, like a troop of cats at a mouse-hole. Some may have thought drinks round were due ; others, being teetotalers, can have wanted only to satisfy their curiosity. But they had to wait, and to go away unsatisfied. Bill was asleep, curled up in the arm-chair, just as his children curl up in it when they are tired and ready for bed. On his face was a young peaceful- ness like theirs ; on his chest the medal of long service done. And there he slept, breathing slowly, so that the medal flashed in a ray of sunlight as it rose and fell, till he had to be awakened because it was time to go mackerel-drifting. Full of complaints, dazed and stiff, he was rowed off to the drifter at her anchorage. Having clambered aboard, he felt in all his pockets. "Where's his Majesty's medal ! " he said, with half a laugh. " Must ha' i HIS MAJESTY'S MEDAL 87 leP it in house, I s'pose. I meant to bring he out an' look at 'en from time to time." Sail was set the big white dipping lug. Bird- like on the darkening water, the drifter beat out to sea against a short southerly chop. Night closed down. Nets must have been quickly shot, for soon the drifters' riding lights began to twinkle through the thick darkness over the water. The great day was over ; Bill Wintle was safe at sea. Out there, I knew, lying in the open boat and full of pain, he was trying hard to sleep. And I knew, too, the cruel strain it would be, hauling in a fleet of nets against the southerly chop haul, haul, haul, three-quarters of a mile of head-rope and net, letting slip a fathom and drag- ging it in again, picking out the meshed-up fish, for three or four hours, cold and sweating at once. That, and the twenty-seven years' service done, and the sleeping face in the chair, and the under- lying, the childlike, the almost absurd innocence of it all those were the things that mattered, that could not be gainsaid. AN UNOFFICIAL DIVORCE " THE parson hisself has been at my poor missis to-day. Somebody's been chattering to him, seems so." Tom Gillard spoke sorrowfully and turned his face away to seaward. With his huge mottled hands gripping the oars as if they had grown there, but hardly a movement of his long lean body, the rowing muscles of which tightened and slackened visibly beneath his jersey, he continued paddling along ; for had the boat stopped way the pollack lines that we were trailing would have sunk to the bottom, and our rubber worm-baits would have hooked themselves into the oar-weed on the dark rocks below. In the growing dusk, the red cliffs, about half a mile to the inside of us, changed shade by shade to black. Smoothed in outline by the twilight, all their jaggedness gone, they appeared to be gradually sinking into the sea. We could hear the lazy surf swishing among the boulders along- shore ; and from time to time gulls flew off their nests, screeching wildly, and towered into the setting sunlight above, then glided in narrowing circles back to their cliff ledges. The spaciousness of the wild dim sea swallowed up every noise. i AN UNOFFICIAL DIVORCE 89 Sound did but intensify the silence ; and in that silence Tom's serious voice the measured re- pressed voice of a man who has an interior pain, whether physical or mental, and is afraid to dis- turb it by breathing deeply seemed to spread out from him and to be filling all the vast empty air with indefinable trouble. I had asked him, " How is your wife ? " and he had replied unawares : " My wife or my missis, which d'you mean ? " The Mrs. Gillard, I said, whom I had so often seen sewing in the doorway of his cottage. She could neither walk much nor stand for long, that I knew ; and her patient contented face, with its expression of timidity when she looked up to pass the time of day, had always struck me. "Why, sir," Tom explained with an intimate bitter laugh. " That ain't my wife. I wish her was. That's my missis." " What on earth d'you mean ? " "Well. ..." At that point he had made the remark about the clergyman. After rowing awhile with his head turned away, he fixed his eyes on me as a child might curiously deep-set eyes he has, sleepy yet sleepless and said : " Well, you : you'm sure to hear something sooner or later. 'Tis a mazed turn-out, and if I don't tell you how it came to be what 'tis, you'll be thinking there's a lot of harm in me, which there isn't. They always says, * There ain't no harm in Tom Gillard.' I've heard 'em myself; though, mind you, I've done harm in my time when 90 HOW 'TWAS i I've been roused to it, and I've been roused to it sure enough. You knows me ; you've been to sea with me all times and weathers. . . . " 'Twas like this : when my brother, Harry, and me lived 'long with Father in the little cottage where Harry lives now, opposite mine, we was after two maidens, both of 'em then so nice girls as could be, and one of 'em a clipper to look at. That was Mary, my girl, and she was nice with it too, not like some o' they smart girls. The other one, Emily Harry's maid she was't so much to look at ; her had bad teeth, so that her whistled some- times in speaking ; but she was a masterpiece at cooking, and gentry would come begging of her to go up to their houses and cook for 'em when they had something special on. Both the maidens had a habit of coming down to Father's house evening times, and Emily, her'd cook up something for supper, saying she didn't see why we shouldn't have supper parties so well as likes o' gentry. Not that Father'd ever eat her dishes. He'd prefer what he'd been used to, and I should the same now ; but, you see, we was courting then and everything was what we thought 'twas. Those days, Father used to have a couple of big, old-fashioned armchairs, more like settles they was, one on each side of the fireplace. There we'd sit, Mary in the chair 'long with me, and Emily on Harry's lap, and we'd sing songs and be so jolly as you like. Harry, he used to make jokes and play round, specially when he'd had a pint or so of cider or a drop of summut short (only he didn't drink that in front of Father), and he'd say things i AN UNOFFICIAL DIVORCE 91 about when he should be married to Emily, what he'd do, till we'd split our sides laughing, and Father'd chuckle and cough, and let his pipe drop out of his mouth and smash on the stones, and then wish we was all o' us married out the way. Half-past nine, Father'd say 'twas time for every- body, what wasn't to sea, to be abed. (Harry and me was working lobster-pots at the time and didn't go to sea by night.) We'd turn outdoors. Harry and Emily, they'd go into one dark lew corner of the lane, and me and Mary into t'other ; and there we'd stand, very close together, till 'twas time for the maidens to be getting home aye ! and more than time very often. Kiss-kiss Lane they calls it to this day, and 'twas only our goings- on, I reckon, what give'd it that name. " Tom's face softened and brightened at the recollection. He rowed faster too fast for pol- lack. " You an't got a maid yet, have 'ee ? " he went on. " You'll know what I'm talking 'bout some day, unless you acts like gentry and don't closen to 'em afore you marries. Come to it, though, my brother Harry didn't marry Emily and Mary didn't marry me. She married Harry. " " She didn't throw you up for Harry, did she ? " I asked, comparing the two brothers : Harry who still bears himself like a drilled man, somewhat gone to pieces, whereas Tom has always been fit ; and, though his powerful shoulders make him, like most fishermen, appear to stoop, he has the sea's strength, an entirely natural vigour, plain all over him. 92 HOW 'TWAS i " She didn't throw me up," he said, " and yet in a manner of speaking she did. A lady what come'd down from London, thinking she'd look nice in a drawing-room, I s'pose, handing cups round, took her away there. She'd have looked better 'long with me. I was a smart young chap then ; didn't wear none of these patches and polished my boots every morning, whether I'd been to sea or not. I tried to persuade Mary from it, but 'twas high wages offered her and a nice enough lady, and Mary didn't want to get married till she had something saved up for to make her home all shipshape like. We quarrelled over it, I don't deny. * Mary,' I tells her, * if you goes up there you'm so good as losted to me.' " c Tim,' her says, * if I can't bring nothing to thee, I wouldn't find thee.' " Her's told me since that 'twas her pride in me made her say it, but I didn't take it that way then. I wouldn't wish her * Good-bye,' and they told me afterwards that her cried bitter when her didn't see me first starting off, and couldn't find me up to station neither. " About that time Harry took and joined the Navy, saying there wasn't no prospect for a man hereabout ; and them two quarrelled worse'n us did. * I bain't going to share my man with no Queen,' her said. 'The Queen can hae 'en and keep 'en.' Her made a proper scene, seeing of 'en off, called him all the names in creation, and had to be brought back in a cab. And when Harry came home on leave in his uniform that's AN UNOFFICIAL DIVORCE 93 what makes it up wi' most maidens her told him he could go back to his Queen or go to hell, didn't matter which to her ; and he did go to both, poor fellow ! " So Emily and me was left at home together. I don't say her set her cap at me, though they did tell of it and to my face. Father was getting very shaky he'd a-worked hard in his time, the Ol' Man had. Emily used to come down to our house and cook 'en up tasty slops and suchlike. He had to eat they 'cause he couldn't stomach no other. Then we'd sit together watching him off to sleep on account of his wandering in his mind and thinking the boat was runned ashore or nets was losted or 'twas time to take a reef in the sail. He'd seen some turn-outs to sea, the Ol' Man had. Then, when we was sitting there by the light of the lamp outside Father's window. . . . Lord ! what is it to slip your arm round a maiden's waist ? 'Tis only natural when you'm up for it. We was young things, in the pride of our blood. And Father, he was fond of her too, and said he'd like one of his sons to be married afore he packed up. We fixed it together, me forgetting Mary and her forgetting Harry for which we all had to do our punishment afterwards, I reckon. Young people an't got long memories, and all the same they have ; only it sinks down under so that they forgets for a time, and then, one day, summut or other turns up and it all comes back to 'em, splashing on the top like a school of mackerel. " Proper fine wedding 'twas, and when we was 94 HOW 'TWAS , come home and unlocked the door of the cottage I'd took, opposite Father's, and lighted up, I thought to myself there never wasn't nothing like getting married ; for all Father's brother, what had come down in his boat to the wedding from up along, had been saying as we were putting to sea wi' too much sail up, and talked about new boats leaking. Always did croak, Uncle Henry Gillard. " Mind you, I don't say 'twas altogether Emily's fault. Soon after we was married, I losted all my lobster-pots in the same gale what washed down Outer Gull Rock, and I had to go mate to another man mackerel and herring drift- ing. Emily, then, was that lonely and anxious when I was to sea by night. . . . And Father, he wasn't satisfied with me being in another house, and he got somebody to write and tell Harry that if he'd come home again Father'd buy 'en out of the Service, which isn't often a good thing for a chap once he's there. Us didn't know the Ol' Man had the money ; but he had, seems so, put away upstairs. Mostly you'll find the Navy is either the making or the ruin of a young man ; and 'twas the ruin of Harry. If he'd stayed at home and married Emily hisself ... I could have waited for Mary. He was one of them jolly happy-go-lucky sort o' fellows what goes on the spree, and breaks their leave if they'm minded to, and answers back their officers for the sake of talking, not meaning any harm. Conse- quence was though there wasn't a smarter man in his ship, I've heard say he was always in i AN UNOFFICIAL DIVORCE 95 trouble if he wasn't right in chokey, and he got disrated, and that took the heart out o'en for getting on in the Service. He was glad 'nuff to come out. " Soon afterwards Mary come home from London so pale as if her'd been wished [be- witched], and they two reg'lar flew to each other, Harry telling everybody : f Exchange ain't no robbery. Blast thic b y Tom ! ' For he wasn't pleased, and he didn't want her, not in his heart. The night they was married, Mary took 'en home drunk to Father's house where they was to live ; which wasn't nothing strange, for if you can't have a bust when you'm married, when can 'ee ? But with them 'twas a foresight of what was to come. " All the while, things had been going wrong 'long with us over the way, and as I've a-told 'ee, 'twasn't altogether Emily's fault. Two herring seasons and the mackerel between 'em was all a total failure, and we was on our hoppers. That took the heart out of Emily : her'd always worked among plenty in gentry's houses. I carried her in all the money I could pick up, which wasn't much, and with the weariness of it her let things go all to pieces. Her'd scarcely do her washing, and her didn't trouble to cook ; sent out for something when her could. c Why, Emily,' I'd say, what's become of the money I've a-brought thee in ? ' " ^Gone towards the rent,' her'd say, and I didn't know no other then. " * But,' I says, thinking to give her some 96 HOW 'TWAS i encouragement, c I thought you was cook enough to do ort wi' nort.' " * Cook ! ' her slats back at me. * Cook ! Do 'ee think I married you for to be a cook ? I married you for to get away out o'it.' " I didn't say no more. But I found where what I did bring in was going to. Her was drinking of it. Her used to go round to the pub a dozen times of an evening, when I was out to sea, after three- pen'orth of heartsease, her'd call it. And her didn't have no child neither. . . . " Aye ! I tell thee you there 'tis a terrible thing to get home from sea in the night or the chill of the morning, when you an't catched nort, wet through, perished with cold, and tired out with hauling in the nets ; and to find your house all up and down ; no fire, and nothing to eat, let alone ready, and no dry clothes to put on ; nothing at all to a man's comfort ; and your wife snoring, red in the face or else so pale as death, flinged on the bed if her's got so far. Tires a man out. Tires him out, it do, body and soul. I wasn't fit for to go to sea, and they know'd it, too, all across beach. I'd go to sleep standing. I couldn't see to mend the nets, which was my job. The meshes o'em mazed me. " For all that, I didn't hit her, nor knock her about, not then. Pity I hadn't, p'raps. I turned religious for a time, thinking to bring her into better ways ; but when I mentioned anything religious to her, her'd curse me till her was out of breath, and her'd say : l Where is thic God o' i AN UNOFFICIAL DIVORCE 97 thine ? Where is He ? You've a-found 'En, hast? Bain't He God enough for to find me wi'out help from the likes o' you ? Has He put fish into thy fleet o' nets ? Five dozen, seven dozen, half a hundred ! Thee hasn't catched a thousand to once all this year. You don't go where they be to is my belief; 'fraid of having to row in if the wind drops. Lazy ! Thy God ! He've a-laid a curse on 'ee an' you'm a-creeping up to 'En. Why dostn't bring 'En along instead o' chattering 'bout 'En ? He won't come. Thee't under a curse, thee a't ! ' " Her wouldn't have spoken like that if her hadn't been half seas over. " 'Twas no good, not religion ; I was like under a curse ; and I tries buying in the bread and things myself, without giving her the money to spend. One night when we was driven in early from sea by dirty weather, afore us could shoot out nets, I buys two loaves, not having had a mouthful to eat since breakfast, and takes 'em in house and lays 'em on the table. There wasn't no lamp, only a candle-end. Her hadn't got the oil I gave her money for. "At sight of they loaves her flared up. * Do 'ee think you'm going to trick me by laying out your money yourself,' her screamed. 1 Take your loaves. Take 'em ! Eat 'em out- side ! ' "And with the same, her takes 'em up and chucks 'em at the window. " Thinking to save the window, I catches hold of her. H 98 HOW 'TWAS i " c Murder, murder, murder ! ' her screeches. 1 Murder ! Murder ! ' like a poll-parrot. " * Shut up ! * I says. * Shut thee maw ! ' And when I feels her struggling under me. . . ." Tom had taken in his oars, regardless of the pollack lines. "When I feels her struggling under my hands," he went on, gripping at the air, " summut rose up in me and I could have killed her there where us scrawled. I swore. I cursed. I hit. I bit my tongue, I did ; and then, suddently, something came into me fear o' myself, 'twas like and I flings her to t'other end of the kitchen ; when who should walk in but Father, that hadn't been off his bed for months. All of a shake, he was, and not dressed neither. " * You so well as they ! ' he said. * 'Tis bad enough over our way. They think I don't know it, but I do. And you'm worse. You you you you you. . . .' he bubbles, like, and then goes off into a mumble, twistis up, and falls. 'Twas a stroke ! I took 'en back and put 'en to bed, and he never rose therefrom till he was carried out on his last cruise. " Emily, her was like a beat dog, that night, showing the whites of her eyes. Her'd always looked up to Father, her had, through it all. I told her her'd so good as killed the Ol' Man, thinking 'twould prove a warning to her. And it did frighten her frightened her further into it. Her didn't care for nothing no longer. Her said her didn't. " After the Ol' Man was put down under, i AN UNOFFICIAL DIVORCE 99 things got worse over opposite. Harry'd got work up on land twenty-two shillings a week, which is enough for a man like he wi' no chil'ern, and Mary, too, knowing how to lay it out to advantage. But he'd took to going out all evenings, and by'm-bye they told him at the pubs they didn't want him there, because direc'ly he'd got a drop in him didn't take much he'd start fighting, and he'd come home like it. Bit of a sunstroke 'twas, while he was in the Navy, is my belief. " Our two cottages was 'xactly opposite, like they be now, and Mary, as her've told me since, used to leave the blind up when her was there alone so that I could see in and be company, like, for her. But when Harry did come home like it, her'd know what was coming, and her'd try to get to the window for to draw the blind down, him trying to prevent her. I've a-heard 'en hit her after 'twas down softy thumps you knows the sound. ' Let 'em all see what sort of wife you be to a man,' he'd say. 'Let Tom there see. Staring wi' your gert saucer-eyes an' saying nort, blast you ! ' And then, as I say, he'd hit. What could I do ? They was man and wife ; and Mary, her never complained nor cried out. I was never free from wondering what was going on behind thic dirty yellow blind ; I'd hear what wasn't to be heard, like a man do when his ears be on the stretch. " One night her did cry out a little sort of scream, squeezed out o' her, like. All the life o' me seemed to stop. Froze me towards Emily ioo HOW 'TWAS , more'n towards Harry turned me right against her 'cause I knowed 'twas her started things going wrong. I'd be took all of a shiver if her even touched me, accidental like. Distance gives enchantment, they do say, but when I was away from her even to sea, where you thinks kindly of them you've left behind, if ever you do when I was away from her I hated her more than when I was by. And that's the turning-point, I reckon, between love and hate, come you'm like that. Not that I didn't pity her, too, when I see'd what her was sinked to. " Her began selling the furniture till going into my house was like going to sea in a boat what's rotted on the beach and all its gear been stolen. If her didn't get money that way, her lyed abed, and didn't trouble even to get food for herself, let 'lone me. There her'd stay until the evening, and if I tried to get her out of it ... Lord ! you should have see'd. 'Twasn't what her said : 'twas how her looked, lying there, poking her head out o' the sheets. " At last, being mazed with it all, I did the wicked thing I did do. Just afore Christmas, us had a good catch of herrings which fetched a good price. Out of that money, I bought a dozen bottles of brandy, and I took 'em in house to her, saying : ' Here's a Christmas present for 'ee, Emily. I thought I'd get 'ee something as maybe you'd enjoy.' " P'raps 'twas my tone of voice ; p'raps 'twas casting out that slur about enjoying of it. I didn't ought to have said it, not if I wanted to i AN UNOFFICIAL DIVORCE 101 carry the job through proper ; I ought to have said they was for my medicine, or I was to keep 'em for somebody. Then her'd have tackled 'em right enough. As 'twas : " * What is it ? ' her asked. " * 'Tis brandy,' says I, * for a Christmas present for 'ee.' " ' What be you giving me a present for ? ' " ' To please 'ee, 'cause 'tis Christmas.' " ' You lie ! You lie ! ' her said quite quiet, and as might be out of breath. * You've a-tried to murder me, and now you think to make me kill myself, or else to have me put away. That's it. D'you think I can't see your move ? ' " And then her began to carry on and screech. Her took up the bottles in her hand and one by one her bashed 'em on the floor. The tenth or 'leventh, I can't be sure which, hit the candle over, what was standing in a patch of grease on the corner of the table. And time I lighted a match, there her was there her was, scrawling on the floor, wi' her feet sticking out of her skirts, licking of it up. The smell o'it fetched her. I didn't try to stop her. I was like paralysed. That night I carried her up to her bed. I was gentle with her, awful gentle. . . . " Howsbe-ever, it all come'd to a head sud- dently and very soon. After he was turned out of the pubs policeman gave 'en the tip not to force his way in Harry used to have his whack sitting at home. He wouldn't go to the jug and bottle counter hisself ; his pride wouldn't let 'en to. Mary wouldn't go neither, and do what he 102 HOW 'TWAS i would he couldn't force her. So he used to get Emily to fetch it for him, and then they'd sit together drinking of it Mary looking on and them casting out slurs at her. "One night I was watching across from my house, like I used to, and I see'd Emily go in house with a quart in one of Father's old jugs, what was worth some money, a gen'leman said once. Then I see'd Mary try to take it from her. 'Twas upset and broke, Father's jug. A scuffle there was. I heard Mary cry out hurted and I couldn't see her standing up no more. " With that, I rushes across, burstis open the door ; and there was Mary laying across the floor in a faint, them jeering at her. Right in front of 'em seeing me, they'd stumbled together into one of Father's big armchairs right in front of 'em, I kneeled down in a terror and took Mary up into my arms. And I kissed her again, after all those years. "But I misdoubt they saw that. 'Twasn't their first quart, and they was dazed. 'Twas some time I must have been reviving her, and time I had, they was failed asleep, gone stupid like. " * Come with me into my house, Mary,' I says. * 'Tisn't fit for 'ee here if they wakes up. Come 'long with me,' not intending to do more than look after her for the time. "With the same, I takes her into my house and 'cause 'twasn't fit for to take nobody into, 1 half carries her up into my room, what I used to look after myself and lock up when I went out. 'Twas the only fitty room in the house. I laid i AN UNOFFICIAL DIVORCE 103 her on my bed her ankle was hurted, though disease didn't set in till afterwards and her burst out sobbing more than ever her'd cried with Harry. Her sobbed and sobbed, and I did try to comfort her. " And it all come'd on me clear while I was sitting there a-stroking her hand, like so, and her was sobbing herself out. 'Twasn't the drink ; that only followed ; and, mind you, I've see'd far worse misery than ours, only not so showy, wi'out any drink at all. The misery ain't in what shows. The fault was further back than that. 'Twas me and Harry having our wrong maidens. That's where the fault was. Aye ! 1 see'd it plain. . . . " * Mary,' I says, without reckoning on con- sequences, nor how us would manage, nor what should happen. * Mary,' I says, * will 'ee stay 'long with me ? ' " ' Tim ! ' her cries. * Timmy, boy ! ' And her clinged to me ; clinged to me, her did ; buried her face in me jersey. . . . " Oh, I tell you, 'twas so natural like, her coming to me so natural as that a breeze should come and ruffle the water. We'd a-courted, you see, and kept company years before. 'Twas only like going back, like coming ashore from sea. 'Twas only joining the two ends of a parted hawser. " I wasn't ashamed of Mary coming with me, no more than you might be for falling asleep or waking up. Don't 'ee think that. Why for should I be ? But next morning I'd got to face Emily and my brother Harry, and I didn't know io 4 HOW 'TWAS what to do, whether to lie to 'em or not. Only walking across the lane, I thought of a hundred things as might happen, and just what I didn't dare think of did happen. For there they was, still asleep in Father's armchair with their arms around each other and their faces bent down touch- ing. Emily stirred first. " * He's come for to murder me,' her screams. * He've a-tried to do it, and now he will. Harry ! Harry ! Keep me from 'en ! ' her cries. " Be 'ee coming out o' this ? ' I asks, more for the sake of saying something than ort else. " l Harry, Harry ! ' her goes on crying, shrink- ing back. Her was genuine afraid, if ever I've see'd her. " s What about Mary ? ' I asks. " Thee's took her away and thee ca'st keep her, Tom,' my brother Harry says. { I don't want her staring at me no more wi' her eyes. I won't hae her. This here's my girl. Always was. Thee hasn't made much o' her, thee hasn't. . . .' "Which was true enough. "Appears they'd come to some agreement together in the night. We didn't ; not Harry and me ; us simply followed on. When I got back in house, Mary was getting me a bit of breakfast as if her'd always been there, only 'twouldn't have been like 'twas if her had. So us went on as we was ; and that's how 'tis my missis isn't my wife. Her's my brother Harry's wife. And his missis is my wife that was." "What are they doing?" I inquired. "Do they get on all right ? " AN UNOFFICIAL DIVORCE 105 " They rubs along," Tom replied. " They'm better than they was. You'll generally find, when drunkards comes together, either they urges each other on, or else they holds each other back, knowing the ways of it. They wouldn't change. They said so the night my Mary went across when they all thought Emily was dying with her first. That's when they made it up. " Aye ! 'tis a nice little home I got now, and when I gets in from sea there's dry sticks by the fire, and tea in the pot, and cups put ready on the table ; and Mary, her always wakes up for to ask me what we've a-catched. Oftentimes out to sea I says, l Let's haul the nets aboard and get in out o'it,' when before I should have asked my mate, if he'd a-proposed it, whether we was fishing or on a pleasure trip. Hours I've a-kept 'en out there 'cause I wouldn't go home ; and now 'tis all the t'other way about. " Lord bless 'ee ! we'm so happy together as the day is long, 'cepting when anybody troubles my missis with chatter, which they don't often now, for they sees that the proof o' the pudding's in the eating. " Thic clergyman, to-day, he come'd down and spinned up a yarn, saying he wouldn't have us to Communion, which didn't trouble my missis, 'cause her don't concern herself with it, and her told 'en so. Then he said as we was living in sin, and how us should be lost everlastingly if us didn't repent and separate. Repent. . . . Aye ! when the time comes. We'm none o' us per- fect, and most o' us be drove. But separate. . . . io6 HOW 'TWAS i Us won't do it, and I'll tell 'en so if I sees 'en. That would be sin to take and go back as we was. " Better to reel up they pollack lines. Baits be losted, I 'spect." It was dark, but for the greenish after-glow in the northern sky. Tom took up the oars ; laid them down again ; leaned forward and put his hand on my arm. " It has turned out for the best in this world," he said impressively. " That I'm sure. But how about the next? There's Mary. . . . Thic parson. . . . 'Tis all right in this world, us knows, but what about the next? " " Nobody can tell," I said. " But," I added, " it seems to me simply an unofficial divorce." " That's it ! You've said it ! " shouted Tom, urging the boat forward with his most powerful stroke, swinging to it, and talking in spurts. " 'Tis said, isn't it," he went on, " that chil'ern is God's blessing. Blessed is the man that hath his quiver full. Well, Harry and me have both had chil'ern by our missises, and nuther one o' us had any by our wives. I dearly loves little chil'ern. . . ." Noises from the town floated out to us over the calm sea. There was smoke in the air of wind coming off land- smoke from people's fires. "Can 'ee smell it?" asked Tom just before we beached. " Her's waiting in there wi' a bit of supper ready. Will 'ee come? Come and tell her what you've a-told me, about its being an unofficial divorce. 'Twill comfort her." THE ENGINEER'S KISS " You wouldn't think," said the chief engineer, " that I've had three proposals of marriage on one voyage ! " It was getting on for midnight. The powerful engine-room lamp swung lazily above our heads. Just as I was snuffing the fag-end of a Corsican cigarette on a convenient part of the American drill, his bare chest touched my elbow, his scrubby moustache tickled my cheek, and he shouted that surprising bit of history twice into my ear. Shouted, I say, for the engines were pounding away not two yards from us at Full Speed Ahead, high-pressure steam was blowing from a badly packed gland, and our quiet little talk was in reality a quiet little shout. Promotion, pay, work ashore, hasty marriage without a honeymoon wedged in between two voyages youngsters, letters from home. . . . We had been exchanging confidences about these matters at the very top of our voices. There was a softness in his eyes, as of a man whose work is a cage to keep him from what he thinks about. So speaking, we had come to an end, face to face with things hardly to be discussed even over midnight cigarettes. Then 107 io8 HOW 'TWAS it was that he approached and shouted into my left ear : " Wouldn't think, to see me like this, that I've had three proposals of marriage on one voyage? Yes ! " But I could think so. He was fond of his engines, worked with a will at them, and nothing suited his clean straight figure so well as oily trousers and an open shirt. Never did his quick, thin face look better than when it shone with sweat. Therefore 1 shouted back a questioning "Oh?" " On an Atlantic liner ; not one of these round-bellied tubs o' tramps," he continued in loud jerks. " Was third engineer there. Carried nine engineers and four greasers." "Any of 'em eligible, the fair proposers ? " " Don't know. Weren't all fair. Fell in love with our uniforms, I s'pose. Wore uniforms off watch. Not like here. Smart there, I can tell you." " You should have inquired their fortunes." " 'F all the officers on those boats that get proposals married, they'd have harems, by Jove ! When my little girl had me 'twas a case of love on both sides," he added in a quaint and serious shout. " You might have married a rich old one ; smoked cigarettes and drunk phizz or golden pekoe ever after." The temperature of the engine-room that night was 113 F. But even the idea of continual refreshment did not shake him into regret. " No thanks," he said. " Not me ! " i THE ENGINEER'S KISS 109 He pulled at his crumpled cigarette. " Out ? Want a light ? " I asked. " Here's matches." "Wait till I've greased her." He proceeded to oil the revolving cross-heads of his engine. "Thanks.". " Ah ! " he began shouting again, " but I did fall in love that voyage. Lovely piece. Strapping Irish girl. Young. Blue eyes. Nice rosy cheeks on her. Hair ! Walked like a cloud in the wind. Didn't wear those stay-things, I 'spect. Held her head sideways, so, when she laughed. White teeth. Talked the brogue. Pretty. Can't j i. do it. " And you didn't marry her, either ? " " Going out to marry a fellow in Canada. Big lout of an Irishman, curse him ! But I had a kiss ! " "Oh?" " Thought I never should get it. Everybody trying all they were worth. The only one. Me ! " He patted his chest. " Like this. Was ready to go on watch at eight bells not in uniform. Saw Mary sitting aft, her head bowed down low. Think she was crying. So down I sit by her : Oh, kiss those tears away ! " 'S that right ? Eh ? < Not turned in, Mary ? Crying, Mary ? ' says I. " * Sure, and I'm after longin' for Oireland again,' says she. " So I took her hand, like this. Didn't say no HOW 'TWAS anything till she'd got quiet. Then t Give me a kiss, Mary,' I said. " Took her hand away as quick as anything. * Give me a kiss, Mary,' I says again. " She started to go. Made her sit down again. "'Just one, Mary.' " c And fwat would my Pat be saying when I get there ! ' " < How'd he know ? ' " c S'pose he wouldn't marry me, and I would be all alone there ? ' " Began crying again. Quite soft. Nestled up to me. Felt her warm shoulder through my shirt-sleeve. Hope, thinks I to myself. ' Mary,' says I, 4 I'm going down below to the hot engine- room all night. Just one before I go.' " Turned her head away. * Not 'fore I go down there, Mary, below water ? S'pose the sea came rushing down there. I'd be drowned for certain while you were being saved up here.' " She wouldn't give me a kiss. Not a bit of it ! Thought to myself, * All's fair in love and war,' thought I. Spoke very seriously, like a sermon : * Mary, if it wasn't for us engineers down there, ship might go to the bottom of the sea and no one be any the wiser. Got all the power of the ship in our hands seven thousand horse-power ! Break the engines, and she'd be left floating in the middle of the Atlantic till some one came up and took her in tow. And nobody might come. We're off the regular course. Icebergs ! If I turned one valve. . . . You know what power of steam we've got there.' i THE ENGINEER'S KISS in " Felt her shiver. Dark night. Sea very calm and black and quiet. " * Mary,' says I, ' if you don't give me just one kiss, I'll blow up the ship in the middle of the night.' "