At the station all was bustle and noise; but here we must venture to do what no human being could accomplish in reality, compel the 6:30 p.m. train to wait there until it shall be our pleasure to give it the signal to start! Meanwhile we shall put back the clock an hour or so, ask the reader to return to Mrs Tipps residence and observe what transpired there while John Marrot was in the shed getting his iron steed ready for action.
Chapter Three.
In which the Widow holds Converse with a Captain, makes the Acquaintance of a Young Man, and receives a Telegraphic Shock, which ends in a Railway Journey
Mrs Captain Tipps was, as we have said, a thin old lady of an excessively timid temperament. She was also, as we have shown, impulsively kind in disposition. Moreover, she was bird-like in aspect and action. We would not have it supposed, however, that her features were sharp. On the contrary, they were neat and rounded and well formed, telling of great beauty in youth, but her little face and mouth were of such a form that one was led irresistibly to expect to hear her chirp; she fluttered rather than walked and twittered rather than talked. Altogether she was a charming little old lady, with a pair of bead-like eyes as black as sloes. Happy that captaina sea-captain, by the way, long since deadround whom she had fluttered in days gone bye, and happy that son Joseph round whom, when at home, she fluttered now.
But Joseph was not often at home at the time we write of. He was an honest soula gentle, affectionate man with a handsome face, neat dapper little frame, something like his mother in many ways, yet not unmanly. He was too earnest, simple, unassuming, and unaffected to be that. He was a railway clerk, and had recently been appointed to Langrye station, about fifty miles from Clatterby, which necessitated his leaving his mothers roof; but Mrs Tipps consoled herself with the intention of giving up her little villa and going to live at Langrye.
Poverty, after the captains death, had seized upon the widow, and held her tightly down during the whole of that period when Joseph and his only sister Netta were being educated. But Mrs Tipps did her duty bravely by them. She was a practically religious woman, and tried most earnestly to rule her life in accordance with the blessed Word of God. She trained up her children in the way that they should go, in thorough reliance on the promise that they would not depart from it when they were old. She accepted the command, owe no man anything but to love one another, as given to herself as well as to the world at largehence she kept out of debt, and was noted for deeds of kindness wherever she went.
But she was pinched during this periodterribly pinchedno one knew how severely save her daughter Netta, to whom she had been in the habit of confiding all her joys and sorrows from the time that the child could form any conception of what joy or sorrow meant. But Mrs Tipps did not weep over her sorrows, neither did she become boisterous over her joys. She was an equable, well-balanced woman in everything except the little matter of her nervous system. Netta was a counterpart of her mother. As time went on expenses increased, and living on small means became more difficult, so that Mrs Tipps was compelled to contemplate leaving the villa, poor and small though it was, and taking a cheaper residence. At this juncture a certain Captain Lee, an old friend of her late husbandalso a sea-captain, and an extremely gruff onecalled upon the widow, found out her straitened circumstances, and instantly offered her five hundred pounds, which she politely but firmly refused.
But madam, said the excitable captain on that memorable occasion, I must insist on your taking it. Excuse me, I have my own reasons,and they are extremely good ones,for saying that it is my duty to give you this sum and yours to take it. I owe it to your late husband, who more than once laid me under obligations to him.
Mrs Tipps shook her little head and smiled.
You are very kind, Captain Lee, to put it in that way, and I have no doubt that my dear husband did, as you say, lay you under many obligations because he was always kind to every one, but I cannot I assure you
Very well, interrupted the captain, wiping his bald head with his pocket-handkerchief angrily, then the money shall go to some charitysomesome ridiculous asylum or hospital for teaching logarithms to the Hottentots of the Cape, or something of that sort. I tell you, madam, he added with increased vehemence, seeing that Mrs Tipps still shook her head, I tell you that I robbed your husband of five hundred pounds!
Robbed him! exclaimed Mrs Tipps, somewhat shocked. Oh, Captain Lee, impossible!
Yes I did, replied the captain, crossing his arms and nodding his head firmly, robbed him. I laid a bet with him to that extent and won it.
That is not usually considered robbery, Captain Lee, said Mrs Tipps with a smile.
But that ought to be considered robbery, replied the captain, with a frown. Betting is a mean, shabby, contemptible way of obtaining money for nothing on false pretences. The man who bets says in his heart, I want my friends money without the trouble of working for it, therefore Ill offer to bet with him. In so doing Ill risk an equal sum of my own money. Thats fair and honourable! Is that logic? demanded the captain, vehemently, It is not! In the first place it is mean to want, not to speak of accepting, another mans money without working for it, and it is a false pretence to say that you risk your own money because it is not your own, it is your wifes and your childrens money, who are brought to poverty, mayhap, because of your betting tendencies, and it is your bakers and butchers money, whose bread and meat you devour (as long as theyll let you) without paying for it, because of your betting tendencies, and a proportion of it belongs to your church, which you rob, and to the poor, whom you defraud, because of your betting tendencies; and if you say that when you win the case is altered, I reply, yes, it is altered for the worse, because, instead of bringing all this evil down on your own head you hurl it, not angrily, not desperately, but, worse, with fiendish indifference on the head of your friend and his innocent family. Yes, madam, although many men do not think it so, betting is a dishonourable thing, and Im ashamed of having done it. I repent, Mrs Tipps, the money burns my fingers, and I must return it.
Dear me! exclaimed the old lady, quite unable to reply at once to such a gush. But Captain Lee, did you not say that it is mean to accept money without working for it, and yet you want me to accept five hundred pounds without working for it?
Oh! monstrous sophistry, cried the perplexed man, grasping desperately the few hairs that remained on his polished head, is there no difference then between presenting or accepting a gift and betting? Are there not circumstances also in which poverty is unavoidable and the relief of it honourable as well as delightful? not to mention the courtesies of life, wherein giving and receiving in the right spirit and within reasonable limits, are expressive of good-will and conducive to general harmony. Besides, I do not offer a gift. I want to repay a debt; by rights I ought to add compound interest to it for twenty years, which would make it a thousand pounds. Now, do accept it, Mrs Tipps, cried the captain, earnestly.
But Mrs Tipps remained obdurate, and the captain left her, vowing that he would forthwith devote it as the nucleus of a fund to build a collegiate institute in Cochin-China for the purpose of teaching Icelandic to the Japanese.
Dear me! exclaimed the old lady, quite unable to reply at once to such a gush. But Captain Lee, did you not say that it is mean to accept money without working for it, and yet you want me to accept five hundred pounds without working for it?
Oh! monstrous sophistry, cried the perplexed man, grasping desperately the few hairs that remained on his polished head, is there no difference then between presenting or accepting a gift and betting? Are there not circumstances also in which poverty is unavoidable and the relief of it honourable as well as delightful? not to mention the courtesies of life, wherein giving and receiving in the right spirit and within reasonable limits, are expressive of good-will and conducive to general harmony. Besides, I do not offer a gift. I want to repay a debt; by rights I ought to add compound interest to it for twenty years, which would make it a thousand pounds. Now, do accept it, Mrs Tipps, cried the captain, earnestly.
But Mrs Tipps remained obdurate, and the captain left her, vowing that he would forthwith devote it as the nucleus of a fund to build a collegiate institute in Cochin-China for the purpose of teaching Icelandic to the Japanese.
Captain Lee thought better of it, however, and directed the fund to the purchase of frequent and valuable gifts to little Joseph and his sister Netta, who had no scruples whatever in accepting them. Afterwards, when Joseph became a stripling, the captain, being a director in the Grand National Trunk Railway, procured for his protégé a situation on the line.
To return to our story after this long digression:
We left Mrs Tipps in the last chapter putting on her bonnet and shawl, on philanthropic missions intent. She had just opened the door, when a handsome, gentlemanly youth, apparently about one or two and twenty, with a very slight swagger in his gait stepped up to it and, lifting his hat said
Mrs Tipps, I presume? I bring you a letter from Clatterby station. Another messenger should have brought it, but I undertook the duty partly for the purpose of introducing myself as your sons friend. Imy name is Gurwood.
What!Edwin Gurwood, about whom Joseph speaks so frequently, and for whom he has been trying to obtain a situation on the railway through our friend Captain Lee? exclaimed Mrs Tipps.
Yes, replied the youth, somewhat confused by the earnestness of the old ladys gaze, but pray read the letterthe telegramI fear
He stopped, for Mrs Tipps had torn open the envelope, and stood gazing at it with terrible anxiety depicted on her face.
There is no cause for immediate fear, I believe, began Edwin, but Mrs Tipps interrupted him by slowly reading the telegram.
From Joseph Tipps, Langrye station, to Mrs Tipps, Eden Villa, Clatterby. Dear Mother, Netta is not very wellnothing serious, I hopedont be alarmedbut youd better come and nurse her. She is comfortably put up in my lodgings.
Mrs Tipps grew deadly pale. Young Gurwood, knowing what the message was, having seen it taken down while lounging at the station, had judiciously placed himself pretty close to the widow. Observing her shudder, he placed his strong arm behind her, and adroitly sinking down on one knee received her on the other, very much after the manner in which, while at school, he had been wont to act the part of second to pugilistic companions.
Mrs Tipps recovered almost immediately, sprang up, and hurried into the house, followed by Gurwood.
Youll have time to catch the 6.30 train, he said, as Mrs Tipps fluttered to a cupboard and brought out a black bottle.
Thank you. Yes, Ill go by that. You shall escort me to it. Please ring the bell.
The stout elderly femaleNettas nurseanswered.
Come here, Durby, said the widow quickly; I want you to take this bottle of wine to a poor sick woman. I had intended to have gone myself, but am called away suddenly and shant be back to-night. You shall hear from me to-morrow. Lock up the house and stay with the woman to look after her, if need beand now, Mr Gurwood.
They were gone beyond recall before Mrs Durby could recover herself.
I never did see nothink like my poor missus, she muttered, there must be somethink wrong in the ead. But shes a good soul.
With this comforting reflection Mrs Durby proceeded to obey her missuss commands.
On reaching the station Mrs Tipps found that she had five minutes to wait, so she thanked Gurwood for escorting her, bade him good-bye, and was about to step into a third-class carriage when she observed Captain Lee close beside her, with his daughter Emma, who, we may remark in passing, was a tall, dark, beautiful girl, and the bosom friend of Netta Tipps.
Oh, there is Captain Lee. How fortunate, exclaimed Mrs Tipps, he will take care of me. Come, Mr Gurwood, I will introduce you to him and his daughter.
She turned to Gurwood, but that youth did not hear her remark, having been forced from her side by a noiseless luggage truck on India-rubber wheels. Turning, then, towards the captain she found that he and his daughter had hastily run to recapture a small valise which was being borne off to the luggage van instead of going into the carriage along with them. At the same moment the guard intervened, and the captain and his daughter were lost in the crowd.
But Edwin Gurwood, although he did not hear who they were, had obtained a glance of the couple before they disappeared, and that glance, brief though it was, had taken deadly effect! He had been shot straight to the heart. Love at first sight and at railway speed, is but a feeble way of expressing what had occurred. Poor Edwin Gurwood, up to this momentous day woman-proof, felt, on beholding Emma, as if the combined powers of locomotive force and electric telegraphy had smitten him to the hearts core, and for one moment he stood rooted to the earth, orto speak more appropriatelynailed to the platform. Recovering in a moment he made a dash into the crowd and spent the three remaining minutes in a wild search for the lost one!
It was a market-day, and the platform of Clatterby station was densely crowded. Sam Natly the porter and his colleagues in office were besieged by all sorts of persons with all sorts of questions, and it said much for the tempers of these harassed men, that, in the midst of their laborious duties, they consented to be stopped with heavy weights on their shoulders, and, while perspiration streamed down their faces, answered with perfect civility questions of the most ridiculous and unanswerable description.
Wheres my wife? frantically cried an elderly gentleman, seizing Sam by the jacket.
I dont know, sir, replied Sam with a benignant smile.
There she is, shouted the elderly gentleman, rushing past and nearly overturning Sam.
What a bo-ar it must be to the poatas to b wearied so by stoopid people, observed a tall, stout, superlative fop with sleepy eyes and long whiskers to another fop in large-check trousers.
Ya-as, assented the checked trousers.
Take your seats, gentlemen, said a magnificent guard, over six feet high, with a bushy beard.
O-ah! said the dandies, getting into their compartment.
Meanwhile, Edwin Gurwood had discovered Emma. He saw her enter a first-class carriage. He saw her smile ineffably to her father. He heard the guard cry, Take your seats; take your seats, and knew that she was about to be torn from him perhaps for ever. He felt that it was a last look, because, how could he hope in a populous city to meet with her again? Perhaps she did not even belong to that part of the country at all, and was only passing through. He did not even know her name! What was he to do? He resolved to travel with her, but it instantly occurred to him that he had no ticket. He made a stride or two in the direction of the ticket office, but paused, remembering that he knew not her destination, and that therefore he could not demand a ticket for any place in particular.