Original Penny Readings Part 12
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"Crash--crash--cras.h.!.+" there came a regular volley, and every lantern was knocked off and rolled about the deck.
"Marines! up the rigging, there, into the mizen and main tops!" shouted the captain, "and bring those men down." When up went the Johnnies, of course, very slowly, for they couldn't climb a bit, while the men were down the sheets in an instant, and behind the others on deck.
Then the captain had a few words with the first lieutenant, and the men were piped down; and the ports not being touched, all seemed to be pretty quiet, when the officers collected together in the gun-room, and began talking the matter over--some at chess, and some at their grog; but the game was not quite over, for the men were just ripe for a bit of mischief, and fast working themselves up into that state when mutinies take place. All at once, when everything seemed at its quietest, there was a shrill chirrup; and then a number of the biggest shot were set rolling out of their racks right along the deck, as it sloped down towards the gun-room door.
"Rumble--rumble--rumble; bang--crash--cras.h.!.+" they went, das.h.i.+ng open the door where the officers in dismay were sitting in all positions: with their legs drawn up, or sticking out at right angles, and then came another volley, but this time it was one of laughter, and by the time the sentries had called up the relief, and had the shots replaced in the racks, all was still and quiet, while the next night the captain left the ports untouched.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN.
TOLD IN THE DUSK.
Of broken hearts, Minnie, though the doctor's certificates told another tale. But then doctors deal with the body, and I am speaking of the mind. 'Tis twenty years since; and, as you saw this evening, there were the little grey and golden patches of lichen spreading over the grave-stone, while their story is about forgotten.
Twenty years since poor brother Fred was the second clerk in Ranee Brothers' counting-house, and I a boy of fifteen just promoted to a desk in the same office. And how proud I was of my brother, and how worthy I thought him of cousin Annie's love, even though after my boyish fas.h.i.+on I loved her myself, and, when Fred took me with him to my aunt's, I used to sit and gaze upon her sweet, grave countenance till I felt to hate myself for being such a boy, and turned quite miserable and despairing.
But directly after I would think of how she watched for every glance of his bright grey eye, and how dependent and trusting she seemed, and then a blush came for my unbrotherly feelings.
All went on as might have been expected: the day was fixed; the cottage taken--a pretty little place just outside the town, with a garden teeming with roses; furniture was bought, and the time slipped imperceptibly away until the wedding morning, when we a.s.sembled at my aunt's house before proceeding to church.
Frank stood well with our employers; and _you_ know something of their generosity. And not only had they made him a handsome present towards housekeeping, but Mr Ranee, senior, came to give Annie away, taking for the time the place of her dead father. Mr French was there, too, the head clerk, a tall, handsome man, but one whom I always instinctively disliked, and spent the sixpences he gave me grudgingly and with a certain want of enjoyment in the proceeds--but I used to spend them.
Well, the wedding went off as most weddings do: the school-children scattered field-flowers in the path of the teacher who had won their hearts on the quiet Sabbath afternoons; and then we returned to my aunt's and partook of the wedding breakfast. Everything was conducted in the orthodox manner, and Messrs. Ranee and French made speeches, to which Fred responded. Then dresses were changed, the fly came to the door; and, after a few adieus in the pa.s.sage, the happy couple--than whom a handsomer or more loving the sun never shone on--drove off to the station on their way to the Lakes.
I shut the fly-door myself, and then stood alone, not knowing whether to be happy or sorry; but I was soon aroused by the parting of our visitors; and then, entering the house with my aunt and my tiny bridesmaid cousin, I caught the infection from them, and, forgetting my fifteen years' old manliness, sat down and had a hearty cry.
Time slipped by. The trip was over, and the couple returned; the cottage occupied, and things shaken down into the regular country-town routine. After the first Sunday or two no one turned to gaze at Fred and Annie--much to my annoyance--and the young couple ceased to form the theme of conversation.
I was very proud of my post in the office, having just been emanc.i.p.ated from school, and always felt very manly and important whenever I could feel that Mr French had not his eye upon me--the effect of that eye being to make me turn to a boy in an instant. Fred and he were very intimate, and French often went up to the cottage to have a cigar and game of chess; and, somehow, I always used to feel jealous of his smooth, oily civilities, and could see that they were anything but agreeable to Annie. On more than one occasion I found him lolling upon the sofa when I went in, at times when I had left Fred busy over correspondence which French had asked him to finish for that night's post. At such times I always found Annie sitting close to the window, and apparently much relieved by my entrance; while French greeted me with a mocking, strained civility, which almost drove me away. But the knowledge that he wanted to be rid of me always determined me to stay, for I felt that I was acting as a protector to my brother's wife.
After a while Fred would stroll in, and French and he take to the chess-board; Annie to her work; while I in a corner with a book would alternately read and watch the stealthy glances French kept casting towards his friend's wife.
At the end of six months an unspoken feud had sprung up between French and myself. I could see that Annie was pained at the fellow's presence, but she evidently forbore to speak to Fred, who held him in high estimation; and in the n.o.bleness of his heart was beyond suspicion. But one autumn evening, when the winter seemed to be sending monitory warnings of his coming in the wailing winds and cutting blasts which began to strip the trees, I saw a figure pa.s.s the office window that I made sure was French. It was about six o'clock, and we had been detained later than usual, while even then Fred had several more letters to write. French had left the office about a quarter of an hour before, telling Fred he should look him up in the evening; to which a cheery "all right" was returned.
Upon seeing him hurry past the window, I rose to go; but Fred kept me fully another quarter of an hour; and then, telling me to call on my way to my lodging and tell Annie he would be home in a quarter of an hour, he settled down again quietly to his writing.
An unpleasant feeling that all was not right made me quicken my steps; and, going round by the back, I entered the cottage, and had reached the parlour door when the sound of a voice somewhat raised in pitch arrested me. Then followed the low muttering of a deep masculine voice saying something with great earnestness; and, thinking nothing of honour or being unmanly, I quietly turned the handle of the back parlour door, and entered. A pair of folding doors separated it from the front room; and, as I had hoped, they were ajar, so that, un.o.bserved, I could see and hear all that pa.s.sed.
French had his back to me, and was standing with Annie in the centre of the room; he holding her hand with both his, and she gazing with a scared, half-angry, half-frightened look in his face.
As I stood trembling there, he drew her towards him, and tried to pa.s.s one of his arms round her waist, but with a sharp cry, with eyes sparkling, and rage in every feature, she struck him sharply across the cheek with her disengaged hand, and I believe in his rage he would have returned the blow had I not sprung into the room and caught his arm.
Not a word was spoken; but, shaking me off, he looked at Annie with a malevolent glance in his eye; and then, holding up his finger in a threatening way, which seemed to say, "Speak of it if you dare!" he strode out of the house as Annie sank sobbing and hysterical into a chair.
I stayed until Fred came in, and then left them together, and I believe that my brother afterwards sought French at his lodgings, where he had a stormy interview; but I never knew for certain, as Fred silenced me the moment I entered upon the subject, and told me to forget it.
French never entered the cottage again, while a marked coolness ever after existed between him and my brother--just sufficient pa.s.sing between them for the transaction of business routine, and that was all.
For my part, I was immensely pleased with the change, and cared but little for any display of rancour upon the part of French. However, instead of showing enmity he always after seemed disposed to be civil; but I always avoided him as much as possible.
Fred had been married ten months, and appeared to idolise his wife.
Poor fellow! his few months of wedded life seemed to pa.s.s away like a dream: he lived his day unsuspectingly, seeing not the canker that was slowly eating its way and so soon to blight his existence.
One morning, upon going down to the office, I found that something unusual had taken place. French was there in close conversation with our employers, and a policeman was in waiting in the outer office. In reply to a query, I said that my brother would be there in a few minutes--in fact, before the words were well spoken Fred walked in.
Mr Ranee, senior, motioned to him to walk into the private office; and, seeing that something was wrong, and oppressed by an undefined dread, I followed him, for no attempt was made to exclude me.
"Mr Gordon," said our employer, "I wish to be frank and straightforward with you, and if in any way I hurt your feelings this morning, prove your innocence, and I will ask your forgiveness. We find that two hundred and fifty pounds are missing from the safe, all in notes."
I started, and looked at Fred, who seemed confounded; for, like myself, he was aware of there being a heavy sum deposited in the safe ready for banking that morning, the greater part having been received on the previous evening after banking hours.
"I know nothing of it, Mr Ranee," said Fred, recovering himself, and speaking in a haughty tone.
"You see, Mr Gordon," said our employer, "my brother and I are compelled to make diligent search for the culprit, whoever he may be, and I sincerely trust that it may not be one who has enjoyed our confidence."
"I trust not, sir," said Fred, shortly, and in the glance which he directed at French I saw he suspected that a trap had been laid for him; but the senior clerk would not meet his gaze, for he kept his eyes fixed upon Mr Ranee.
"Did you exchange a five-pound note last night?" said Mr Ranee.
"I did," said Fred, "in a payment I made to Mr Wilson."
"Ask Mr Wilson to step in," said our employer.
It was evident that the matter had been gone into before; for Mr Wilson, a draper in the town, was in the partners' room, and made his appearance directly.
"You received a five-pound note of Mr Frederick Gordon last night?"
said Mr Ranee.
Mr Wilson nodded acquiescence, and then stood wiping his hands upon his pocket-handkerchief.
"Certain?--are you certain? and have you the note, Mr Wilson?"
That gentleman nodded again, and tapped his breast pocket, as much as to say, "here it is."
"Pray where did you obtain that note, Mr Gordon?" said our employer.
"It was a part of my salary paid to me a fortnight since."
Mr Ranee turned and asked the draper to produce the note.
"Is that the note, Mr Gordon?"
"Yes, that's it," said Fred, "there's my name upon the back."
Mr Ranee then fetched his private cash-book, and showed him that it was one of the notes received the day before; for there was the number, in company with that of all the other notes, duly entered.
Fred immediately pulled out his pocket-book from the breast of his coat, which he had not yet had time to change, though his custom was to wear an old coat in the office, and leave the other hanging upon a peg against the wall.
"I have here another of the notes you paid me, sir," he said, pa.s.sing it over to his employer, who took it, examined it, and then compared the number with one of those in his book. He then shook his head ominously.
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