Miser Farebrother Volume I Part 9
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"He pinched _me_!" "He pinched _me_!" came in a chorus from half a dozen indignant girls.
"That settles it," said Tom. "Is there any one here of his own size, or less, that'll tackle him for twopence and a brandy-ball?"
"Couldn't speak fairer," said one of the show-men.
Now among the crowd was a very small boy, several inches below Jeremiah Pamflett in height, but so renowned for his pluck that he had earned the cognomen of "The Bantam."
Forth stepped the Bantam. "I will!" said he.
"Hooray!" cried the other boys and girls. "Hooray for the Bantam!"
"Bray-vo, little un!" said the show-man.
"Here's your twopence," said Tom Barley, "and your brandy-ball. Fight him."
"Make a ring," said the show-man, delightedly arranging the children in a circle. "I'll see that it's fair play."
Jeremiah and the Bantam were already in the centre, the Bantam with his coat off and his s.h.i.+rt sleeves tucked up. Jeremiah, looking down upon him, inwardly congratulated himself.
"Come on," he said, "and be made a jelly of!"
Nothing daunted, the Bantam squared up, and the battle commenced. It looked "any odds on the long un," the show-man declared, as he inwardly determined to protect the little fellow from too severe a punishment.
But a wonder was in store. Despite his size, Jeremiah found it impossible to reach the Bantam, who skipped about in the liveliest fas.h.i.+on, springing up and planting one on Jeremiah's nose, and another on his right eye, and another on his mouth, which puffed up his lips and set all his teeth chattering. In a short time he did not know exactly where he was, and he hit out more wildly. The audience cheered the little champion, and encouraged him by crying, "Go it, Bantam! Go it! Give him another on the nose!" and every now and then "Time!" was called by the show-man, who declared that the Bantam was "a chap after his own heart." At length, Jeremiah Pamflett, completely bewildered, stepping back, tripped and fell flat.
"Any more?" cried the Bantam.
Jeremiah remained on the ground, and did not attempt to rise. The show-man threw up his hat.
"We gives in," he said. "Three cheers for the Bantam!"
They were given with a will; and then a collection was made, and the champion was presented with fourpence half-penny, and, wiping his glory-covered brows, stalked off to the sweet-stuff shop, accompanied by his admirers. Tom and Phoebe took their departure, and the show-men shouldered their Punch and Judy, and walked away with Toby. Jeremiah picked himself up, and crawled to the railway station, shorn of his pride.
CHAPTER VII.
MISER FAREBROTHER ENVIES FAUST.
By the time that Phoebe was eighteen years of age, Jeremiah Pamflett was firmly established in Miser Farebrother's office in London. In the miser's shrewd eyes he had justified the praise his mother had bestowed upon him. A slyer, smarter manager, Miser Farebrother could scarcely hope to have. Even the miser himself could not be more exacting with tardy borrowers or more grinding in the collecting of rents; for Miser Farebrother had now a great many houses in the poor localities of the metropolis, which, at the rents for which he let them, paid him a high rate of interest for his outlay. He had not, in the first instance, purchased these houses, nor had he ever drifted into the folly of building one. It was property he had advanced money upon, which had not been repaid, and as he had calculated all the chances beforehand, lending at exorbitant interest, and draining, so to speak, the hearts'
blood of his customers, he made rare bargains in this line. Had he followed his own inclination he would have trusted no man to manage his business; but rheumatism and neuralgic pains were firmly settled in his bones, and frequently for days together he was unable to move out of Parksides. Then Jeremiah Pamflett would come down to him with papers and books, and they would remain closeted together for hours going over the accounts. He had his own private sets of books in Parksides, and he turned Phoebe to account in making them up and in writing for him. This was not a regular, but a fitful employment with the young girl, and her father was satisfied to spare her to go to London, to the house of Aunt Leth in Camden Town, to whom she paid long visits. In that house it may be truly said that Phoebe enjoyed the suns.h.i.+ne of life. Aunt Leth, who taught her own children at home--not caring to send them to school, and not being rich enough to afford a private governess or a tutor for them--taught Phoebe also, and the firmest bonds of love were cemented between them. When Mrs. Lethbridge had married, her house was not at all badly furnished; friends and relatives of her husband had made them many useful household presents, and Mr. Lethbridge had received from his father a special sum to be expended on house furniture. Although but little of a worldly man, Mr. Lethbridge had purchased furniture of a substantial description, and the care taken of it by his good wife made it quite respectable-looking, even after long years of wear and tear. Perhaps the most acceptable of all the wedding presents was a famous piano from a generous uncle, which she cherished and preserved.
It was, indeed, to her almost as a living member of her family, and she grew to have a strong affection for it. This will be understood by those who love music as Mrs. Lethbridge did. More and more endeared to them did this treasure become with age, and numberless were the pleasant evenings it afforded them, especially in the spring-time of life, when the hearts of the young people were filled with sweet dreams. By its means they learnt to sing and dance, and poor and struggling as the home of the Lethbridges actually was--evidences of which, mind you, were never seen by others than themselves--there were hours spent in it which richer people might have envied.
Miser Farebrother was content. Phoebe was obtaining an education which did not cost him a s.h.i.+lling, and the meals she ate in her aunt's house were a saving to him. Aunt Leth also was quite a skilful dress-maker, and she made all Phoebe's dresses. A cunning milliner too. Phoebe's hats and bonnets, albeit inexpensive, were marvels of prettiness. All this was worth a deal to Miser Farebrother, who grudged every s.h.i.+lling it cost him to live. He gave nothing to the Lethbridges in return, nor was he asked to give anything. Since Phoebe was fourteen years of age Aunt Leth had not set foot inside the gates of Parksides.
"Let it be well understood," said Miser Farebrother to his daughter, "I am nothing to them, and they are nothing to me. If they expect me to do anything for them, they will be disappointed, and they will have only themselves to blame for it."
"They don't expect you to do anything for them," said Phoebe, with a flush of shame on her face. "They never so much as give it a thought."
"How should they? How should they?" retorted Miser Farebrother. "It would be so unnatural, wouldn't it? so very unnatural; they being poor, as they say they are, and I being rich as they think I am! They _do_ say they're poor, now, don't they?"
"No," said Phoebe, considering; "I never remember their saying so. But they have as much as ever they can do to get along nicely. I know that without being told."
"So have we all, more than ever we can do. _I_ can't get along nicely.
Everything goes wrong with me--everything; and everybody tries to cheat me. If I wasn't as sharp as a weasel we shouldn't have a roof over our heads. It's the cunning of your aunt and uncle that they don't complain. They say to themselves, 'That old miser, Farebrother'--they _do_ call me an 'old miser,' don't they, eh?"--he asked, suddenly, breaking off.
"I never heard them, father."
"But they think it," said Miser Farebrother, looking at Phoebe slyly; "and that's worse--ever so much worse. With people who speak out, you know where you are; it's the quiet cunning ones you have to beware of.
They say to themselves, 'That old miser Farebrother will see through us if we complain to his daughter. He'll think we want him to give us some of his money, and that wouldn't please him, he's so fond of it. It will be by far the best to let Phoebe tell him of her own accord, and work upon his feelings in an accidental way, and then perhaps he'll send us a pound or two.' Oh, I know these clever people--I know them well, and can read them through and through! I should like to back them for cunning against some very sharp persons."
"You do them a great injustice, father. They are the dearest people in all the wide world----"
"Of course they are--of course they are," said Miser Farebrother, with a dry laugh. "They have been successful in making you believe it, at all events. That proves their cunning; it's part of their plan."
"It is not," said Phoebe, warmly; "they have no plan of the kind, and as to saying that they have led me on to speak to you about their troubles, and work upon your feelings, you couldn't imagine anything farther from the truth."
"Their troubles, eh!--they let you know they have troubles?"
"If you mean that they wish to get me to talk about them to you, no, father; they haven't let me know in that way. I can see them myself, without being told; and no one can help loving Aunt Leth for her patience and cleverness. Upon my word, it's perfectly wonderful how she manages upon the salary Uncle Leth gets from the bank. Now, father, you _know_ that you yourself have led me on to speak of this." (When Phoebe was excited she emphasized a great many words, so that there should be no possibility of her meaning being mistaken.) "_I_ didn't commence it; _you_ did."
"No, Phoebe; it was you that commenced it."
"How could I, when I never said a word?"
"I saw what was in your mind, Phoebe. You were going to ask me for something for them; it's no use your denying it. I knew it when you s.h.i.+fted about the room, moving things that didn't require moving, and then moving them back again, and keeping on looking at me every now and then when you thought I wasn't looking at you. Oh, I was watching you when you least expected it. I am not easily deceived, and not often mistaken, Phoebe--eh?"
This was embarra.s.sing, and Phoebe could not help a little laugh escaping her; for it was a fact that she was watching for a favourable opportunity to ask her father a favour in connection with her relatives. He, observing her furtively from under his brows, perceived that his shot had taken effect, and he waited for Phoebe to continue the conversation, enjoying her discomfiture, and secretly resolving that the Lethbridges should not get a penny from him, not a penny.
Phoebe was in hopes that he would a.s.sist her out of her dilemma, and throw out a hint upon which she could improve; but her father did not utter a word, and she was herself compelled to break the silence.
"Well, father, I _was_ going to say something about Aunt and Uncle Leth and my cousins."
"I knew you were."
"I have been there a great deal, and they have been very kind to me. If I ever forget their kindness I shall be the most ungrateful girl in the world. Think of the years I have been going to their house, and stopping there, and always being made welcome----"
"Stop a minute, Phoebe," interrupted her father. "'Think of the years!'--yes, yes--you are getting"--and now he regarded her more attentively than he had done for a long time past, and seemed to be surprised at a discovery which forced itself upon him--"You are getting quite a woman--quite a woman!"
"Yes, father," said Phoebe, quietly and modestly; "I shall be eighteen next Sat.u.r.day. Aunt Leth was saying only last week how like I was to my dear mamma."
Miser Farebrother rose and hobbled across the room and back. It was with difficulty he did this, his bones were so stiff; but when Phoebe stepped forward to a.s.sist him, he motioned her angrily away. He accepted, however, the crutch stick which she handed to him; he could not get along without it, but he s.n.a.t.c.hed it from her pettishly. Her mention of her mother disturbed and irritated him. He recalled the few days of her unhappy life at Parksides, and the picture of her death-bed recurred to his mind with vivid force. There was a reproach in it which he could not banish or avoid. At length he sank into his arm-chair, coughing and groaning, and averting his eyes from Phoebe. She was accustomed to his humours, and she stood at the table patiently, biding his time.
"You have made me forget what I was about to say," he began.
"I am sorry, father."
"You are not sorry; you are glad. You are always thwarting and going against me. What makes you speak to me of your mother in a voice of reproach? Tell me that. You have been egged on to it!" And he thumped his crutch stick viciously on the floor.
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