For a few seconds Mr. Higgs stood listening and wondering what explanation he should give. Still thinking, he ran downstairs, and, throwing open the pantry window, unlocked the door leading into the shop and scattered a few of his cherished possessions about the floor. By the time he had done this, people were already beating upon the street-door and exchanging hurried remarks with Mr. Burge at the window above. The jeweller shot back the bolts, and half-a-dozen neighbours, headed by the butcher opposite, clad in his nightgown and armed with a cleaver, burst into the pa.s.sage. A constable came running up just as the pallid face of Brother Burge peered over the bal.u.s.ters. The constable went upstairs three at a time, and twisting his hand in the ex-burglar"s neck-cloth bore him backwards.
"I"ve got one," he shouted. "Come up and hold him while I look round."
The butcher was beside him in a moment; Brother Burge struggling wildly, called loudly upon the name of Brother Higgs.
"That"s all right, constable," said the latter, "that"s a friend of mine."
"Friend o" yours, sir?" said the disappointed officer, still holding him.
The jeweller nodded. "Mr. Samuel Burge the Converted Burglar," he said mechanically.
"Conver--" gasped the astonished constable. "Converted burglar? Here!"
"He is a preacher now," added Mr. Higgs.
"Preacher?" retorted the constable. "Why it"s as plain as a pikestaff.
Confederates: his part was to go down and let "em in."
Mr. Burge raised a piteous outcry. "I hope you may be forgiven for them words," he cried piously.
"What time did you go up to bed?" pursued the constable.
"About half-past eleven," replied Mr. Higgs.
The other grunted with satisfaction. "And he"s fully dressed, with his boots off," he remarked. "Did you hear him go out of his room at all?"
"He did go out," said the jeweller truth-fully, "but--"
"I thought so," said the constable, turning to his prisoner with affectionate solicitude. "Now you come along o" me. Come quietly, because it"ll be the best for you in the end."
"You won"t get your skull split open then," added the butcher, toying with his cleaver.
The jeweller hesitated. He had no desire to be left alone with Mr. Burge again; and a sense of humour, which many years" a.s.sociation with the Primitive Apostles had not quite eradicated, strove for hearing.
"Think of the sermon it"ll make," he said encouragingly to the frantic Mr. Burge, "think of the congregation!"
Brother Burge replied in language which he had not used in public since he had joined the Apostles. The butcher and another man stood guard over him while the constable searched the premises and made all secure again.
Then with a final appeal to Mr. Higgs who was keeping in the background, he was pitched to the police-station by the energetic constable and five zealous a.s.sistants.
A diffidence, natural in the circ.u.mstances, prevented him from narrating the story of his temptation to the magistrates next morning, and Mr.
Higgs was equally reticent. He was put back while the police communicated with London, and in the meantime Brother Clark and a band of Apostles flanked down to his support.
On his second appearance before the magistrates he was confronted with his past; and his past to the great astonishment of the Brethren being free from all blemish with the solitary exception of fourteen days for stealing milk-cans, he was discharged with a caution. The disillusioned Primitive Apostles also gave him his freedom.
THE MADNESS OF MR. LISTER
Old Jem Lister, of the Susannah, was possessed of two devils-the love of strong drink and avarice-and the only thing the twain had in common was to get a drink without paying for it. When Mr. Lister paid for a drink, the demon of avarice masquerading as conscience preached a teetotal lecture, and when he showed signs of profiting by it, the demon of drink would send him hanging round public-house doors cadging for drinks in a way which his shipmates regarded as a slur upon the entire ship"s company. Many a healthy thirst reared on salt beef and tickled with strong tobacco had been spoiled by the sight of Mr. Lister standing by the entrance, with a propitiatory smile, waiting to be invited in to share it, and on one occasion they had even seen him (him, Jem Lister, A.B.) holding a horse"s head, with ulterior motives.
It was pointed out to Mr. Lister at last that his conduct was reflecting discredit upon men who were fully able to look after themselves in that direction, without having any additional burden thrust upon them. Bill Henshaw was the spokesman, and on the score of violence (miscalled firmness) his remarks left little to be desired. On the score of profanity, Bill might recall with pride that in the opinion of his fellows he had left nothing unsaid.
"You ought to ha" been a member o" Parliament, Bill," said Harry Lea, when he had finished.
"It wants money," said Henshaw, shaking his head.
Mr. Lister laughed, a senile laugh, but not lacking in venom.
"That"s what we"ve got to say," said Henshaw, turning upon him suddenly.
"If there"s anything I hate in this world, it"s a drinking miser. You know our opinion, and the best thing you can do is to turn over a new leaf now."
"Take us all in to the Goat and Compa.s.ses," urged Lea; "bring out some o" those sovrins you"ve been h.o.a.rding."
Mr. Lister gazed at him with frigid scorn, and finding that the conversation still seemed to centre round his unworthy person, went up on deck and sat glowering over the insults which had been heaped upon him. His futile wrath when Bill dogged his footsteps ash.o.r.e next day and revealed his character to a bibulous individual whom he had almost persuaded to be a Christian-from his point of view-bordered upon the maudlin, and he wandered back to the ship, wild-eyed and dry of throat.
For the next two months it was safe to say that every drink he had he paid for. His eyes got brighter and his complexion clearer, nor was he as pleased as one of the other s.e.x might have been when the self-satisfied Henshaw pointed out these improvements to his companions, and claimed entire responsibility for them. It is probable that Mr.
Lister, under these circ.u.mstances, might in time have lived down his taste for strong drink, but that at just that time they shipped a new cook.
He was a big, cadaverous young fellow, who looked too closely after his own interests to be much of a favourite with the other men forward. On the score of thrift, it was soon discovered that he and Mr. Lister had much in common, and the latter, pleased to find a congenial spirit, was disposed to make the most of him, and spent, despite the heat, much of his spare time in the galley.
"You keep to it," said the greybeard impressively; "money was made to be took care of; if you don"t spend your money you"ve always got it. I"ve always been a saving man-what"s the result?"
The cook, waiting some time in patience to be told, gently inquired what it was.
""Ere am I," said Mr. Lister, good-naturedly helping him to cut a cabbage, "at the age of sixty-two with a bank-book down below in my chest, with one hundered an" ninety pounds odd in it."
"One "undered and ninety pounds!" repeated the cook, with awe.
"To say nothing of other things," continued Mr. Lister, with joyful appreciation of the effect he was producing. "Altogether I"ve got a little over four "undered pounds."
The cook gasped, and with gentle firmness took the cabbage from him as being unfit work for a man of such wealth.
"It"s very nice," he said, slowly. "It"s very nice. You"ll be able to live on it in your old age."
Mr. Lister shook his head mournfully, and his eyes became humid.
"There"s no old age for me," he said, sadly; "but you needn"t tell them," and he jerked his thumb towards the forecastle.
"No, no," said the cook.
"I"ve never been one to talk over my affairs," said Mr. Lister, in a low voice. "I"ve never yet took fancy enough to anybody so to do. No, my lad, I"m saving up for somebody else."
"What are you going to live on when you"re past work then?" demanded the other.
Mr. Lister took him gently by the sleeve, and his voice sank with the solemnity of his subject: "I"m not going to have no old age," he said, resignedly.