Part 28 (1/2)
”Indeed; then you can explain this manoeuvre to me, of course--” and Mrs. Jessie read from another page the following nautical paragraph:--
”The wind is south-south-west, and we can have her up four points closer to the wind, and still be six points off the wind. As she luffs up we shall man the fore and main sheets, slack on the weather, and haul on the lee braces.”
”I guess I could, if I wasn't afraid of uncle. He knows so much more than I do, he'd laugh,” began Geordie, evidently puzzled by the question.
”Ho, you know you can't, so why make believe? We don't understand half of the sea lingo, Mum, and I dare say it's all wrong,” cried Will, suddenly going over to the enemy, to Geordie's great disgust.
”I do wish the boys wouldn't talk to me as if _I_ was a s.h.i.+p,” said Rose, bringing forward a private grievance. ”Coming home from church, this morning, the wind blew me about, and Will called out, right in the street, 'Brail up the foresail, and take in the flying-jib, that will ease her.'”
The boys shouted at the plaintive tone in which Rose repeated the words that offended her, and Will vainly endeavored to explain that he only meant to tell her to wrap her cloak closer, and tie a veil over the tempest-tossed feathers in her hat.
”To tell the truth, if the boys _must_ have slang, I can bear the 'sea lingo,' as Will calls it, better than the other. It afflicts me less to hear my sons talk about 'brailing up the foresail' than doing as they 'darn please,' and 'cut your cable' is decidedly preferable to 'let her rip.' I once made a rule that I would have no slang in the house. I give it up now, for I cannot keep it; but I will _not_ have rubbishy books; so, Archie, please send these two after your cigars.”
Mrs. Jessie held both the small boys fast with an arm round each neck, and when she took this base advantage of them they could only squirm with dismay. ”Yes, right behind the back log,” she continued, energetically. ”There, my hearties--(you like sea slang, so I'll give you a bit)--now, I want you to promise not to read any more stuff for a month, and I'll agree to supply you with wholesome fare.”
”O mother! not a single one?” cried Will.
”Couldn't we just finish those?” pleaded Geordie.
”The boys threw away half-smoked cigars; and your books must go after them. Surely you would not be outdone by the 'old fellows,' as you call them, or be less obedient to little Mum than they were to Rose.”
”Course not! Come on, Geordie,” and Will took the vow like a hero. His brother sighed, and obeyed, but privately resolved to finish his story the minute the month was over.
”You have laid out a hard task for yourself, Jessie, in trying to provide good reading for boys who have been living on sensation stories.
It will be like going from raspberry tarts to plain bread and b.u.t.ter; but you will probably save them from a bilious fever,” said Dr. Alec, much amused at the proceedings.
”I remember hearing grandpa say that a love for good books was one of the best safeguards a man could have,” began Archie, staring thoughtfully at the fine library before him.
”Yes, but there's no time to read nowadays; a fellow has to keep scratching round to make money or he's n.o.body,” cut in Charlie, trying to look worldly-wise.
”This love of money is the curse of America, and for the sake of it men will sell honor and honesty, till we don't know whom to trust, and it is only a genius like Aga.s.siz who dares to say, 'I cannot waste my time in getting rich,'” said Mrs. Jessie sadly.
”Do you want us to be poor, mother?” asked Archie, wondering.
”No, dear, and you never need be, while you can use your hands; but I _am_ afraid of this thirst for wealth, and the temptations it brings. O my boys! I tremble for the time when I must let you go, because I think it would break my heart to have you fail as so many fail. It would be far easier to see you dead if it could be said of you as of Sumner,--'No man dared offer him a bribe.'”
Mrs. Jessie was so earnest in her motherly anxiety that her voice faltered over the last words, and she hugged the yellow heads closer in her arms, as if she feared to let them leave that safe harbor for the great sea where so many little boats go down. The younger lads nestled closer to her, and Archie said, in his quiet, resolute way,--
”I cannot promise to be an Aga.s.siz or a Sumner, mother; but I do promise to be an honest man, please G.o.d.”
”Then I'm satisfied!” and holding fast the hand he gave her, she sealed his promise with a kiss that had all a mother's hope and faith in it.
”I don't see how they ever _can_ be bad, she is so fond and proud of them,” whispered Rose, quite touched by the little scene.
”You must help her make them what they should be. You have begun already, and when I see those rings where they are, my girl is prettier in my sight than if the biggest diamonds that ever twinkled shone in her ears,” answered Dr. Alec, looking at her with approving eyes.
”I'm so glad you think I can do any thing, for I perfectly _ache_ to be useful, every one is _so_ good to me, especially Aunt Jessie.”
”I think you are in a fair way to pay your debts, Rosy, for when girls give up their little vanities, and boys their small vices, and try to strengthen each other in well-doing, matters are going as they ought.