"Very well, I leave him here; but mind you keep moving on."
The constable then moved on himself, leaving Jo at Mr. Snagsby"s. There was a little tea-party there that evening, and when Jo was at last allowed to go, Mr. Snagsby followed him to the door and filled his hands with the remains of the little feast they had had upstairs.
And now Jo began to find life harder and rougher than ever. He lost his crossing altogether, and spent day after day in moving on. He remembered a poor woman he had once done a kindness to, who had told him she lived at St. Albans, and that a lady there had been very good to her. "Perhaps she"ll be good to me," thought Jo, and he started off to go to St.
Albans.
One Sat.u.r.day night Jo reached that town very tired and very ill. Happily for him the woman met him and took him into her cottage. While he was resting there a lady came in and asked him very kindly what was the matter.
"I"m abeing froze and then burnt up, and then froze and burnt up again, ever so many times over in an hour. And my head"s all sleepy, and all agoing round like, and I"m so dry, and my bones is nothing half so much bones as pain."
"Where are you going?"
"Somewheres," replied Jo, "I"m a-being moved on, I am."
"Well, to-night you must come with me, and I"ll make you comfortable."
So Jo went with the lady to a great house not far off, and there they made a bed for him, and brought him tempting wholesome food. Everyone was very kind to him, but something frightened Jo, and he felt he could not stay there, and he ran out into the cold night air. Where he went he could never remember, for when he next came to his senses he found himself in a hospital. He stayed there for some weeks, and was then discharged, though still weak and ill. He was very thin, and when he drew a breath his chest was very painful. "It draws," said Jo, "as heavy as a cart."
Now, a certain young doctor who was very kind to poor people, was walking through Tom-all-Alones one morning, when he saw a ragged figure coming along, crouching close to the dirty wall. It was Jo. The young doctor took pity on Jo. "Come with me," he said, "and I will find you a better place than this to stay in," for he saw that the lad was very, very ill. So Jo was taken to a clean little room, and bathed, and had clean clothes, and good food, and kind people about him once more, but he was too ill now, far too ill, for anything to do him any good.
"Let me lie here quiet," said poor Jo, "and be so kind anyone as is pa.s.sin" nigh where I used to sweep, as to say to Mr. Snagsby as Jo, wot he knew once, is amoving on."
One day the young doctor was sitting by him, when suddenly Jo made a strong effort to get out of bed.
"Stay, Jo--where now?"
"It"s time for me to go to that there burying-ground."
"What burying-ground, Jo?"
"Where they laid him as was very good to me, very good to me indeed he was. It"s time for me to go down to that there burying-ground, sir, and ask to be put along of him. I wants to go there and be buried. Will you promise to have me took there and laid along with him?"
"I will indeed."
"Thankee, sir. There"s a step there as I used to sweep with my broom.
It"s turned very dark, sir, is there any light coming?"
"It"s coming fast, Jo."
Then silence for a while.
"Jo, my poor fellow----!"
"I can hear you, sir, in the dark."
"Jo, can you say what I say?"
"I"ll say anything you say, sir, for I knows it"s good."
"Our Father."
"Our Father--yes, that"s very good, sir."
"Which art in Heaven."
"Art in Heaven. Is the light a-coming, sir?"
"It"s close at hand. Hallowed be Thy name."
"Hallowed be Thy"--
The light had come. Oh yes! the light had come, for Jo was dead.
THE LITTLE KENWIGS.
Mrs. Kenwigs was the wife of an ivory turner, and though they only had a very humble home of two rooms in a dingy-looking house in a small street, they had great pretensions to being "genteel." The little Miss Kenwigs had their flaxen hair plaited into pig-tails and tied with blue ribbons, and wore little white trousers with frills round their ankles, the highest fashion of that day; besides being dressed with such elegance, the two eldest girls went twice a week to a dancing school.
Mrs. Kenwigs, too, had an uncle who collected the water rate, and she was therefore considered a person of great distinction, with quite the manners of a lady. On the eighth anniversary of their wedding day, Mr.
and Mrs. Kenwigs invited a party of friends to supper to celebrate the occasion. The four eldest children were to be allowed to sit up to supper, and the uncle, Mr. Lillyvick, had promised to come. The baby was put to bed in a little room lent by one of the lady guests, and a little girl hired to watch him. All the company had a.s.sembled when a ring was heard, and Morleena, whose name had been _invented by Mrs. Kenwigs_ specially for her, ran down to open the door and lead in her distinguished great-uncle, then the supper was brought in.
The table was cleared; Mr. Lillyvick established in the arm-chair by the fireside; the four little girls arranged on a small form in front of the company with their flaxen tails towards them; Mrs. Kenwigs was suddenly dissolved in tears and sobbed out--
"They are so beautiful!"
"Oh, dear," said all the ladies, "so they are; it"s very natural you should feel proud of that; but don"t give way, don"t."
"I can--not help it, and it don"t signify," sobbed Mrs. Kenwigs: "oh!
they"re too beautiful to live, much too beautiful."
On hearing this dismal prophecy, all four little girls screamed until their light flaxen tails vibrated again, and rushed to bury their heads in their mother"s lap.
At length she was soothed, and the children calmed down; while the ladies and gentlemen all said they were sure they would live for many many years, and there was no occasion for their mother"s distress: and as the children were not so remarkably lovely, this was quite true.
Then Mr. Lillyvick talked to the company about his niece"s marriage, and said graciously that he had always found Mr. Kenwigs a very honest, well-behaved, upright, and respectable sort of man, and shook hands with him, and then Morleena and her sisters kissed their uncle and most of the guests.
Then Miss Petowker, who could sing and recite in a way that brought tears to Mrs. Kenwigs" eyes, remarked--
"Oh, dear Mrs. Kenwigs, while Mr. Noggs is making that punch to drink happy returns in, do let Morleena go through that figure dance before Mr. Lillyvick."
"Well, I"ll tell you what," said Mrs. Kenwigs. "Morleena shall do the steps, if uncle can persuade Miss Petowker to recite us the "Blood-Drinker"s Burial" afterwards."
Everyone clapped their hands and stamped their feet at this proposal, but Miss Petowker said, "You know I dislike doing anything professional at private parties."
"Oh, but not here!" said Mrs. Kenwigs. "You might as well be going through it in your own room: besides, the occasion."
"I can"t resist that," interrupted Miss Petowker, "anything in my humble power, I shall be delighted to do."