"_Will_ you hold your tongue!" cried the Eagle, looking up suddenly and drying her eyes.
"Surely, miss," said Matty, with a toss of her head; "anything to plaize ye."
It is due to Matty to say that, while the policeman was descending the ladder with her mistress, she had faithfully remained to comfort and encourage Emma; and after Emma was rescued she had quietly descended the ladder without a.s.sistance, having previously found time to clothe herself in something a little more ample and appropriate than a bolster.
But where was David Boone all this time? Rather say, where was he not?
Everywhere by turns, and nowhere long, was David to be seen, in the frenzy of his excitement. Conscience-smitten, for what he had done, or rather intended to do, he ran wildly about, making the most desperate efforts to extinguish the fire.
No one knows what he can do till he is tried. That is a proverb (at least if it is not it ought to be) which embraces much deep truth. The way in which David Boone set personal danger at defiance, and seemed to regard suffocation by smoke or roasting by fire as terminations of life worth courting, was astounding, and rendered his friends and neighbours dumb with amazement.
David was now on the staircase among the firemen, fighting his way up through fire and smoke, for the purpose of saving Miss Tippet, until he was hauled forcibly back by Dale or Baxmore--who were in the thick of it as usual. Anon, down in the bas.e.m.e.nt, knee-deep in water, searching for the bodies of his two shopmen, both of whom were standing comfortably outside, looking on. Presently he was on the leads of the adjoining house, directing, commanding, exhorting, entreating, the firemen there to point their branch at the "blue bedroom." Soon after he was in the street, tearing his hair, shouting that it was all his fault; that he did it, and that it would kill him.
Before the fire was put out, poor Boone"s eyelashes and whiskers were singed off; little hair was left on his head, and that little was short and frizzled. His clothes, of course, were completely soaked; in addition to which, they were torn almost to shreds, and some of his skin was in the same condition. At last he had to be forcibly taken in charge, and kept shut up in an adjoining house, from the window of which he watched the destruction of his property and his hopes.
Almost superhuman efforts had been made by the firemen to save the house. Many a house in London had they saved that year, partially or wholly; as, indeed, is the case every year, and many thousands of pounds" worth of property had they rescued; but this case utterly defied them. So well had the plot been laid; so thoroughly had the combustibles been distributed and lubricated with inflammable liquids, that all the engines in the metropolis would have failed to extinguish that fire.
David Boone knew this, and he groaned in spirit. The firemen knew it not, and they worked like heroes.
There was a shout at last among the firemen to "look out!" It was feared one of the part.i.tion walls was coming down, so each man beat a hasty retreat. They swarmed out at the door like bees, and were all safe when the wall fell--all safe, but one, Joe Corney, who, being a reckless man, took things too leisurely, and was knocked down by the falling bricks.
Moxey and Williams ran back, and carried him out of danger. Then, seeing that he did not recover consciousness, although he breathed, they carried him at once to the hospital. The flames of the burning house sprang up, just then, as if they leaped in triumph over a fallen foe; but the polished surface of poor Joe"s helmet seemed to flash back defiance at the flames as they bore him away.
After the part.i.tion wall fell, the fire sank, and in the course of a few hours it was extinguished altogether. But nothing whatever was saved, and the firemen had only the satisfaction of knowing that they had done their best, and had preserved the adjoining houses, which would certainly have gone, but for their untiring energy.
By this time, David Boone, besides being mad, was in a raging fever.
The tenant of the house to which he had been taken was a friend, as well as a neighbour of his own--a greengrocer, named Mrs Craw, and she turned out to be a good Samaritan, for she insisted on keeping Boone in her house, and nursing him; a.s.serting stoutly, and with a very red face (she almost always a.s.serted things stoutly, and with a red face), that Mister Boone was one of "er best an" holdest friends, as she wouldn"t see "im go to a hospital on charity--which she despised, so she did--as long as there was a spare bed in her "ouse, so there was--which it wasn"t as long as could be wished, considerin" Mister Boone"s height; but that could be put right by knocking out the foot-board, and two cheers, so it could--and as long she had one copper to rub on another; no, though she was to be flayed alive for her hospitality. By which round statement, Mrs Craw was understood to imply a severe rebuke to Mrs Grab--another greengrocer over the way (and a widow)--who had been heard to say, during the progress of the fire, that it served Boone right, and that she wouldn"t give him a helping hand in his distress on any account whatever.
Why Mrs Grab was so bitter and Mrs Craw so humane is a matter of uncertainty; but it was generally believed that the former having had a matrimonial eye on Boone, and that Boone having expressed general objections to matrimony--besides having gone of late to Mrs Craw for his vegetables--had something to do with it.
Next day, D. Gorman happened, quite in a casual way of course, to saunter into Poorthing Lane; and it was positively interesting to note-- as many people did note--the surprise and consternation with which he received the news of the fire from the people at the end of the lane who first met him, and who knew him well.
"Wery sad, ain"t it, sir?" said a sympathetic barber. "He was sitch a droll dog too. He"ll be quite a loss to the neighbourhood; won"t he, sir?"
"I hope he won"t," said Gorman, loud enough to be heard by several persons who lounged about their doors. "I hope to see him start afresh, an" git on better than ever, poor fellow; at least, I"ll do all _I_ can to help him."
"Ah! you"ve helped him already, sir, more than once, I believe; at least so he told me," said the barber, with an approving nod.
"Well, so I have," returned Gorman modestly, "but he may be a.s.sured that any trifle he owes me won"t be called for just now. In fact, my small loan to him is an old debt, which I might have got any time these last six years, when he was flourishing; so I"m not going to press him now, poor fellow. He"s ill, you say?"
"Yes, so I"m told; raither serious too."
"That"s very sad; where is he?"
"With Mrs Craw, sir, the greengrocer."
"Ah, I"ll go and see him. Good-day."
Gorman pa.s.sed on, with as much benignity thrown into his countenance as it could contain; and the barber observed, as he re-entered his shop, that, "that man was a better fellow than he looked."
But Gorman"s intentions, whatever they might have been, were frustrated at that time; for he found Boone in high fever, and quite delirious. He did not, however, quit the house without putting, as he expressed it, at least one spoke in his wheel; for he conducted himself in such a way towards Mrs Craw, and expressed so much feeling for her friend "and his," that he made quite a favourable impression on that worthy woman.
He also left a sovereign, wherewith to purchase any little luxuries for the sick man, that might be conducive to his health and comfort, and went away with the a.s.surance that he would look in to inquire for him as often as he could.
CHAPTER TWENTY NINE.
WILLIE WILLDERS IN DIFFICULTIES.
Mr Thomas Tippet, beaming and perspiring as of old, was standing at his bench, chisel in hand, and Willie Willders was standing with his back to the fire, and his legs pretty wide apart; not because he preferred that _degage_ att.i.tude, but because Chips and Puss were asleep side by side between his feet.
It must not be supposed that although Willie had changed so much since the first day he stood there, an equal change had taken place in Mr Tippet. By no means. He was a little stouter, perhaps, but in all other respects he was the same man. Not a hair greyer, nor a wrinkle more.
The workshop, too, was in exactly the same state, only a little more crowded in consequence of numerous models having been completed and shelved during the last seven years. There was, however something new in the shape of a desk with some half-finished plans upon it; for Willie had gradually introduced a little genuine engineering into the business.
At first, naturally enough, the boy had followed his employer"s lead, and, as we have said before, being very ingenious, as well as enthusiastic, had entered with all his heart and head into the absurd schemes of his patron; but as he became older he grew wiser. He applied himself to reading and study at home in the evenings with indomitable perseverance.
The result of his application was twofold. In the first place he discovered that he was very ignorant and that there existed a huge illimitable field of knowledge worth entering on seriously. His early training having been conducted (thanks to his mother) "in the fear of the Lord," he regarded things that are spiritual, and have G.o.d and man"s duty to Him for their object, as part--the chief part--of that great field of knowledge; not as a separate field which may or may not be entered on according to taste. In the second place, he began to discover that his kind-hearted employer was a monomaniac. In other words, that, although sane enough in all other matters, he was absolutely mad in regard to mechanical discoveries and inventions, and that most of the latter were absolutely nonsensical.
This second discovery induced him to prosecute his studies with all the more energy, in order that he might be prepared for the battle of life, in case his existing connection with Mr Tippet should be dissolved.
His studies naturally took an engineering turn, and, being what is termed a thorough-going fellow, he did not rest until he had dived into mathematics so deep that we do not pretend to follow him, even in the way of description. Architecture, surveying, shipbuilding, and cognate subjects, claimed and obtained his earnest attention; and year after year, on winter nights, did he sit at the side of the fire in the little house at Notting Hill, adding to his stores of knowledge on these subjects; while his meek old mother sat darning socks or patching male attire on the other side of the fire with full as much perseverance and a.s.siduity. One consequence of this was that Willie Willders, having begun as a Jack-of-all trades, pushed on until he became a philosopher-of-all-trades, and of many sciences too, so that it would have been difficult to find his match between Charing Cross and Primrose Hill.
And Willie was not changeable. True to his first love, he clung with all the ardour of youth to fire, fire-engines, and the fire-brigade. He would have become a member of the latter if he could, but that was in the circ.u.mstances impossible. He studied the subject, however, and knew its history and its working details from first to last. He did his best to invent new engines and improve on old ones; but in such matters he usually found that his inventions had been invented, and his improvements made and improved upon, long before. Such checks, however, did not abate his ardour one jot. He persevered in his varied courses until he worked himself into a species of business which could exist only in London, which it would be difficult to describe, and which its pract.i.tioner styled "poly-artism" with as much boldness as if the word were in Johnson"s Dictionary!
Standing on the hearth, as we have said, Willie related to his friend all he knew in regard to the Cattley family, and wound up with an anxious demand what was to be done for them.
Mr Tippet, leaning on his bench and looking into Willie"s face with a benignant smile, said--
"Done, my boy? why, help "em of course."
"Ay, but how?" asked Willie.
"How?" cried Mr Tippet; "why, by giving "em money. You are aware that I stopped their allowance because Cattley senior went and drank it as soon as he got it, and Cattley junior is able to support himself, and I was not until now aware that the poor daughter was killing herself to support her father; but as I do know it now I"ll continue the allowance and increase it, and we shall give it into the daughter"s hands, so that the father won"t be able to mis-spend it."
Mr Tippet"s visage glowed with ardour as he stated this arrangement, but the glow was displaced by a look of anxiety as he observed that Willie shook his head and looked as perplexed as ever.
"If that plan would have availed I would have tried it long ago," said he, with a sad smile, "for my income is a pretty good one, thanks to you, sir--"
"Thanks to your own genius, Willie, for the remarkable and prolific offshoots which you have caused to sprout from this dry old root," said Mr Tippet, interrupting, as he glanced round the room with an air of affection, which showed that he loved the root dearly, despite its age and dryness.
"Not the less thanks to you, sir," said Willie, in the deferential tone which he had a.s.sumed involuntarily towards his patron almost from the commencement of their intercourse; "but Z---a--Miss Cattley positively refuses to accept of money from anyone in charity, as long as she can work."
"Ah!" exclaimed Mr Tippet, shaking his head slowly, "pride, simple pride. Not laudable pride, observe. She deceives herself, no doubt, into the belief that it is laudable, but it is not; for, when a girl cannot work without working herself into her grave, it is her duty _not_ to work, and it is the duty as well as the privilege of her friends to support her. Truth is truth, Willie, and we must not shrink from stating it because a few illogical thinkers are apt to misunderstand it, or because there are a number of mean-spirited wretches who would be too glad to say that they could not work without injuring their health if they could, by so doing, persuade their friends to support them. What!
are those whom G.o.d has visited with weakness of body to be made to toil and moil far beyond their strength in order to prove that they do not belong to the cla.s.s of deceivers and sycophants? Yet public opinion in regard to this matter of what is called self-respect and proper pride compels many hundreds who urgently require a.s.sistance to refuse it, and dooms many of them to a premature grave, while it does not shut the maw of a single one of the other cla.s.s. Why, sir, Miss Cattley is committing suicide; and, in regard to her father, who is dependent on her, she is committing murder--murder, sir!"
Mr Tippet"s eyes flashed with indignation, and he drove the chisel deep down into the bench, as if to give point and force to his sentiment, as well as an ill.u.s.tration of the dreadful idea with which he concluded.
Willie admitted that there was much truth in Mr Tippet"s observations, but did not quite agree with him in his sweeping condemnation of Ziza.