Part 20 (1/2)
Mr. Pearson was a stout man, and he came down exploding with wrath. Then he saw the apparition, and mirth overcame him. It became necessary for three stout fellows to act as b.u.t.tresses, and the more indignant the skipper looked the harder their work became. Finally he was a.s.sisted, in a weak state, and laughing hysterically, to the deck of the schooner, where he followed the skipper below, and in a voice broken with emotion demanded an explanation.
”It's the finest sight I ever saw in my life, Bross,” he said when the other had finished. ”I wouldn't have missed it for anything. I've been feeling very low this last week, and it's done me good. Don't talk nonsense about leaving the s.h.i.+p. I wouldn't lose you for anything after this, but if you like to s.h.i.+p a fresh mate and crew you can please yourself. If you'll only come up to the house and let Mrs. Pearson see you-she's been ailing-I'll give you a couple of pounds. Now, get your bonnet and come.”
THE BOATSWAIN'S WATCH
Captain Polson sat in his comfortable parlour smiling benignly upon his daughter and sister. His s.h.i.+p, after an absence of eighteen months, was once more berthed in the small harbour of Barborough, and the captain was sitting in that state of good-natured affability which invariably characterised his first appearance after a long absence.
”No news this end, I suppose,” he inquired, after a lengthy recital of most extraordinarily uninteresting adventures.
”Not much,” said his sister Jane, looking nervously at her niece. ”Young Metcalfe has gone into partners.h.i.+p with his father.”
”I don't want to hear about those sharks,” said the captain, waxing red.
”Tell me about honest men.”
”Joe Lewis has had a month's imprisonment for stealing fowls,” said Miss Polson meekly. ”Mrs. Purton has had twins-dear little fellows they are, fat as b.u.t.ter!-she has named one of them Polson, after you. The greedy one.”
”Any deaths?” inquired the captain snappishly, as he eyed the innocent lady suspiciously.
”Poor old Jasper Wheeler has gone,” said his sister; ”he was very resigned. He borrowed enough money to get a big doctor from London, and when he heard that there was no hope for him he said he was just longing to go, and he was sorry he couldn't take all his dear ones with him.
Mary Hewson is married to Jack Draper, and young Metcalfe's banns go up for the third time next Sunday.”
”I hope he gets a Tartar,” said the vindictive captain. ”Who's the girl?
Some silly little fool, I know. She ought to be warned!”
”I don't believe in interfering in marriages,” said his daughter Chrissie, shaking her head sagely.
”Oh!” said the captain, staring, ”YOU don't! Now you've put your hair up and taken to wearing long frocks, I suppose you're beginning to think of it.”
”Yes; auntie wants to tell you something!” said his daughter, rising and crossing the room.
”No, I don't!” said Miss Polson hastily.
”You'd better do it,” said Chrissie, giving her a little push, ”there's a dear; I'll go upstairs and lock myself in my room.”
The face of the captain, whilst this conversation was pa.s.sing, was a study in suppressed emotions. He was a firm advocate for importing the manners of the quarter-deck into private life, the only drawback being that he had to leave behind him the language usual in that locality. To this omission he usually ascribed his failures.
”Sit down, Chrissie,” he commanded; ”sit down, Jane. Now, miss, what's all this about?”
”I don't like to tell you,” said Chrissie, folding her hands in her lap.
”I know you'll be cross. You're so unreasonable.”
The captain stared-frightfully.
”I'm going to be married,” said Chrissie suddenly,-”there! To Jack Metcalfe-there! So you'll have to learn to love him. He's going to try and love you for my sake.” To his sister's dismay the captain got up, and brandis.h.i.+ng his fists walked violently to and fro. By these simple but unusual means decorum was preserved.
”If you were only a boy,” said the captain, when he had regained his seat, ”I should know what to do with you.”