Fighting the Flames Part 34
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CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE.
CHANGES AND MYSTERIES.
Seven years pa.s.sed away. During that period London revolved in its usual course, reproducing its annual number of events--its births, deaths, and marriages; its plans, plots, and pleasures; its business, bustle, and bungle; its successes, sentiments, and sensations; its facts, fancies, and failures--also its fires; which last had increased steadily, until they reached the imposing number of about twelve hundred in the year.
But although that time elapsed, and many changes took place, for better or for worse, in all circles of society, there had not been much change in the relative positions of the actors in our tale; at least, not much that was apparent. Great alterations, however, had taken place in the physical condition of some of them, as the sequel will show.
One bright morning in the spring-time of the year, a youth with the soft down of early manhood on his lips and cheeks, paced slowly to and fro near the margin of the pond in Kensington Gardens.
Being early, the spot was as complete a solitude as the backwoods of North America, and so thick was the foliage on the n.o.ble trees, that no glimpse of the surrounding city could be obtained in any direction.
Everything that greeted eye and ear was characteristic of "the woods,"
even to the swans, geese, ducks, and other water-fowl which sported on the clear surface of the pond; while the noise of traffic in the mighty metropolis was so subdued by distance as to resemble the deep-toned roar of a great cataract. A stranger, rambling there for the first time would have found it difficult to believe that he was surrounded on all sides by London!
It was one of those soul-stirring mornings in which Nature seems to smile. There was just enough of motion in the air to relieve the effect of what is called a dead calm. The ripple on the water caught the sun's rays, and, breaking them up, scattered them about in a shower of fragmentary diamonds. Fleecy-white clouds floated in the blue sky, suggesting dreams of fairy-land, and scents of sprouting herbage filled the nostrils, reminding one of the fast-approaching summer.
The youth who sauntered alone by the margin of the pond was broad of shoulder and stout of limb, though not unusually tall--not much above the middle height. His gait was easy, free--almost reckless--as though he cared not a fig for anybody, high or low, rich or poor; yet his eye was bright and his smile kindly, as though he cared for everybody--high, low, rich, and poor. He sauntered with his hands in the pockets of his short coat, and whistled an operatic air in a low melodious tone. He was evidently waiting for someone; and, judging from his impatient gestures, someone who was resolved to keep him waiting.
Presently, a female figure appeared in the far distance, on the broad avenue that leads direct from the Serpentine. She was young and graceful in form; but she walked with a quick step, with her eyes looking down, like one who regarded neither youth nor grace. Curiously enough, this downcast look gave to her fair face a modest, captivating grace, which is never seen to sit upon the lofty brow, or to circle round the elevated nose, of conscious beauty.
The youth at first paid no attention to her (she was not the "someone"
for whom he waited); but as she drew near, he became suddenly interested, and threw himself in her way. Just as she was about to pa.s.s, she raised her eyes, started, blushed, and exclaimed:
"Mr Willders!"
"Good morning, Miss Ward!" said the youth, advancing with a smile, and holding out his hand; "this is indeed an unexpected pleasure; I did not know that you were addicted to early walking."
"I am indeed fond of early walking," replied Emma, with a smile; "but I cannot say that it is so much pleasure as duty which brings me here. I am a day-governess, and pa.s.s this pond every morning on my way to Kensington, where the family in which I teach resides."
"Indeed," said Willie, with that amount of emphasis which denotes moderate surprise and solicits information.
He paused for a single moment; but, seeing that Emma did not intend to speak of her own affairs, he added quickly:
"I am waiting for my brother Frank. We arranged to meet here this morning. I hope that Miss Tippet is well?"
"Quite well," replied Emma, with a blush, as she took a sudden interest in a large duck, which swam up to the edge of the pond at that moment, in the hope, no doubt, of obtaining food from her hand. Its hopes were disappointed, however, for Emma only called it a beautiful creature; and then, turning somewhat abruptly to Willie, said, with a slight look of embarra.s.sment, that she feared she should be late and must bid him good-morning.
Willie felt a good deal puzzled, and had he been the same Willie that we introduced at the commencement of our tale, he would have told Emma his mind candidly, and asked her what was the matter; but Willie was a man now, so he smiled, lifted his hat politely, and wished her good-morning.
Five minutes later, Frank appeared in the distance and hurried forward.
Seven years had added a little to the breadth of his shoulders, and the firm self-possession of his step and look; but they had made no other perceptible impression on him. There was, indeed, a deep scar on his right temple; but that was the result of accident, not of time. Many a hairbreadth escape had he made during these seven years of fighting with the flames, and often had his life been in imminent danger; but he was fortunate in having escaped, hitherto, with only a broken leg and a variety of small cuts, scalds, and bruises. The cut on his temple was the severest, and most recent of these. He had got it in a fall through a second floor, which gave way under him as he was attempting to rescue an old bedridden man, who lay in an inner chamber. Frank was carried out in a state of insensibility on the broad shoulders of his friend Baxmore, while Dale rescued the old man.
"How goes it, Frank?" cried Willie, advancing and giving his brother's hand a warm shake; "the cut head mending--eh?"
"Oh, it's all right," replied Frank, with a smile, as they sauntered up and down by the margin of the pond; "the headaches have left me now, I'm thankful to say, and the-doctor tells me it won't leave much of a mark."
"You don't need to care much if it does, for it's an honourable scar, and does not spoil your beauty, old boy."
"Well, Willie," said Frank, "here I am at your request. What have you got to tell me; nothing serious, I hope?"
The stalwart fireman looked earnestly into his brother's face, and exhibited more anxiety than there seemed to be any occasion for.
"No, nothing very serious. It may be serious enough for all I know; but as far as my knowledge goes it's not bad enough to make you look so anxious. Why, what's the matter with you?"
"Nothing, Willie. Perhaps my late accident has shaken my nerves a bit."
Willie burst into a loud laugh, and said that it was so awfully absurd to hear a man like Frank talking of nerves at all that he could not help it.
"Well, but what _is_ the news you've got to tell me?" resumed Frank.
"You're not going to be married, are you?"
Frank asked this with a look and expression so peculiar that Willie again laughed and said that really he could not understand him at all; for even suppose he had been going to be married, that was no reason why he should take it so much to heart, as the expression on his face implied he did.
"Perhaps not, Willie," said Frank with a quiet smile; "but _that_ is not what you want to speak about, then?"
"No, certainly not."
Frank appeared relieved, and Willie, observing the appearance, said--
"Come, now, I really don't see why you should be so very much pleased to hear that. I'm young, it is true, but I'm old enough, and I have a good business, with brilliant prospects, and there appears to me no reason on earth why I should not marry if I felt so disposed."
"None in the world, Willie," said Frank, with some haste, "but you tell me you are not thinking of that just now; so pray let's hear what you've got to say."
"Oh! it's all very well in you, old Blazes, to change the subject in that way, but I'm nettled at your implied objection to my getting married if I choose. However, we won't quarrel over it, so here goes for the point."
Willie's bantering manner instantly left him. He walked in silence for a few seconds, as if he pondered what he had to say.
"There are two points which trouble me just now, Frank, and I want your opinion in regard to them. The first is, Miss Tippet. She is a small point, no doubt, whether we regard her physically or mentally, but she is by no means a small point if we regard her socially, for the good that that little woman does in a quiet, un.o.btrusive way is almost incredible. D'ye know, Frank, I have a sort of triumphant feeling in regard to the sour, cynical folk of this world--whom it is so impossible to answer in their fallacious and sophistical arguments--when I reflect that there is a day coming when the meek and lowly and unknown workers for the sake of our Lord shall be singled out from the mult.i.tude, and their true place and position a.s.signed them. Miss Tippet will stand higher, I believe, in the next world than she does in this. Well, Miss Tippet has been much out of sorts of late, mentally; and Mr Tippet, who is the kindest man alive, has been very anxious about her, and has begged of me to try to counsel and comfort her. Now, it is not an easy matter to comply with this request, because, in the first place, Miss Tippet does not want me to counsel or comfort her, so far as I know; and, in the second place, my motives for attempting to do so might be misunderstood."
"How so?" exclaimed Frank quickly.
"Well, you know, Miss Ward lives with her," said Willie, with a modest look.
There was again something peculiar about Frank's expression and manner, as he said, "Well, it would not signify much, I daresay, if people were to make remarks about you and Miss Ward, for you know it would not be misconstruction after all."
"What mean you?" asked Willie in surprise.
"You remember what you once said to me about your bosom being on fire,"
pursued Frank. "I suppose the fire has not been got under yet, has it?"
Willie burst into a loud laugh.
"Why, Blazes, do you not know--? But, no matter; we came here to talk of business; after that is done we can diverge to love."
Willie paused here again for a few seconds and then resumed:
"You must know, Frank, that the cause of Miss Tippet's disturbance just now is the strange conduct of her landlord, David Boone, who has been going on of late in a way that would justify his friends putting him in an asylum. His business affairs are, I fear, in a bad way, and he not only comes with excessive punctuality for Miss Tippet's rent, but he asks her for loans of money in a wild incoherent fas.h.i.+on, and favours her with cautions and warnings of a kind that are utterly incomprehensible. Only the other night he came to her and asked if she did not intend soon to visit some of her friends; and on being informed that she did not, he went further and advised her to do so, saying that she was looking very ill, and he feared she would certainly get into bad health if she did not. In fact, he even said that he feared she would die if she did not go to the country for a few weeks. Now, all this would be laughable, as being the eccentricity of a half-cracked fellow, if it were not that he exhibits such a desperate anxiety that his advice should be followed, and even begged of the poor lady, with tears in his eyes, to go to visit her friends. What d'ye think of it, Frank? I confess myself utterly nonplussed."
"I don't know what to think," said Frank after a pause. "Either the man must be mad, or he wishes to rob Miss Tippet's house in her absence."
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