Mr. Wiggett paused, and, taking a sip from his gla.s.s to hide his emotion, resumed.
"In my lonely pilgrimage through life, crippled and "aving to beg my bread," he said, tearfully, "I shall think o" this "appy bar and these friendly faces. When I am wrestlin" with the pangs of "unger and being moved on by the "eartless police, I shall think of you as I last saw you."
"But," said Mr. Smith, voicing the general consternation, "you"re going to your niece in New Zealand?"
Mr. Wiggett shook his head and smiled a sad, sweet smile.
"I "ave no niece," he said, simply; "I"m alone in the world."
At these touching words his audience put their gla.s.ses down and stared in amaze at Mr. Ketchmaid, while that gentleman in his turn gazed at Mr.
Wiggett as though he had suddenly developed horns and a tail.
"Ketchmaid told me hisself as he"d paid your pa.s.sage to New Zealand,"
said the shoemaker; "he said as "e"d pressed you to stay, but that you said as blood was thicker even than friendship."
"All lies," said Mr. Wiggett, sadly. "I"ll stay with pleasure if he"ll give the word. I"ll stay even now if "e wishes it."
He paused a moment as though to give his bewildered victim time to accept this offer, and then addressed the scandalised Mr. Clark again.
"He don"t like my being "ere," he said, in a low voice. "He grudges the little bit I eat, I s"pose. He told me I"d got to go, and that for the look o" things "e was going to pretend I was going to New Zealand. I was too broke-"earted at the time to care wot he said-I "ave no wish to sponge on no man-but, seeing your "onest faces round me, I couldn"t go with a lie on my lips-Sol Ketch-maid, old shipmate-good-bye."
He turned to the speechless landlord, made as though to shake hands with him, thought better of it, and then, with a wave of his hand full of chastened dignity, withdrew. His stump rang with pathetic insistence upon the brick-paved pa.s.sage, paused at the door, and then, tapping on the hard road, died slowly away in the distance. Inside the Ship the shoemaker gave an ominous order for lemonade.
A MARKED MAN
Tattooing is a gift," said the night-watchman, firmly. "It "as to be a gift, as you can well see. A man "as to know wot "e is going to tattoo an" "ow to do it; there"s no rubbing out or altering. It"s a gift, an"
it can"t be learnt. I knew a man once as used to tattoo a cabin-boy all over every v"y"gc trying to learn. "E was a slow, painstaking sort o"
man, and the langwidge those boys used to use while "e was at work would "ardly be believed, but "e "ad to give up trying arter about fifteen years and take to crochet-work instead.
"Some men won"t be tattooed at all, being proud o" their skins or sich-like, and for a good many years Ginger d.i.c.k, a man I"ve spoke to you of before, was one o" that sort. Like many red-"aired men "e "ad a very white skin, which "e was very proud of, but at last, owing to a unfortnit idea o" making "is fortin, "e let hisself be done.
"It come about in this way: Him and old Sam Small and Peter Russet "ad been paid off from their ship and was "aving a very "appy, pleasant time ash.o.r.e. They was careful men in a way, and they "ad taken a room down East India Road way, and paid up the rent for a month. It came cheaper than a lodging-"ouse, besides being a bit more private and respectable, a thing old Sam was always very pertickler about.
"They "ad been ash.o.r.e about three weeks when one day old Sam and Peter went off alone becos Ginger said "e wasn"t going with "em. He said a lot more things, too; "ow "e was going to see wot it felt like to be in bed without "aving a fat old man groaning "is "eart out and another one knocking on the mantelpiece all night with twopence and wanting to know why he wasn"t being served.
"Ginger d.i.c.k fell into a quiet sleep arter they"d gone; then "e woke up and "ad a sip from the water-jug-he"d "a had more, only somebody "ad dropped the soap in it-and then dozed off agin. It was late in the afternoon when "e woke, and then "e see Sam and Peter Russet standing by the side o" the bed looking at "im.
""Where"ve you been?" ses Ginger, stretching hisself and yawning.
""Bisness," ses Sam, sitting down an" looking very important. "While you"ve been laying on your back all day me an" Peter Russet "as been doing a little "ead-work."
""Oh!" ses Ginger. "Wot with?"
"Sam coughed and Peter began to whistle, an" Ginger he laid still and smiled up at the ceiling, and began to feel good-tempered agin.
""Well, wot"s the business?" he ses, at last.
"Sam looked at Peter, but Peter shook "is "ead at him.
"It"s just a little bit "o bisness we "appened to drop on," ses Sam, at last, "me an" Peter, and I think that, with luck and management, we"re in a fair way to make our fortunes. Peter, "ere, ain"t given to looking on the cheerful side o" things, but "e thinks so, too."
""I do," ses Peter, "but it won"t be managed right if you go blabbing it to everybody."
""We must "ave another man in it, Peter," ses Sam; "and, wot"s more, "e must "ave ginger-coloured "air. That being so, it"s only right and proper that our dear old pal Ginger should "ave the fust offer."
"It wasn"t often that Sam was so aff.e.c.kshunate, and Ginger couldn"t make it out at all. Ever since "e"d known "im the old man "ad been full o"
plans o" making money without earning it. Stupid plans they was, too, but the stupider they was the more old Sam liked "em.
""Well, wot is it?" asks Ginger, agin.
"Old Sam walked over to the door and shut it; then "e sat down on the bed and spoke low so that Ginger could hardly "ear "im.
""A little public-"ouse," he ses, "to say nothing of "ouse properly, and a red-"aired old landlady wot"s a widder. As nice a old lady as any one could wish for, for a mother."
"For a mother!" ses Ginger, staring:
""And a lovely barmaid with blue eyes and yellow "air, wot "ud be the red-"edded man"s cousin," ses Peter Russet.
""Look "ere," ses Ginger, "are you going to tell me in plain English wot it"s all about, or are you not?"
""We"ve been in a little pub down Bow way, me an" Peter," ses Sam, "and we"ll tell you more about it if you promise to join us an" go shares.
It"s kep" by a widder woman whose on"y son-red-"aired son-went to sea twenty-three years ago, at the age o" fourteen, an" was never "eard of arterwards. Seeing we was sailor-men, she told us all about it, an" "ow she still "opes for him to walk into "er arms afore she dies."
""She dreamt a fortnit ago that "e turned up safe and sound, with red whiskers," ses Peter.
"Ginger d.i.c.k sat up and looked at "em without a word; then "e got up out o" bed, an" pushing old Sam out of the way began to dress, and at last "e turned round and asked Sam whether he was drunk or only mad.
""All right," ses Sam; "if you won"t take it on we"ll find somebody as will, that"s all; there"s no call to get huffy about it. You ain"t the on"y red-"edded man in the world."
"Ginger didn"t answer "im; he went on dressing, but every now and then "e"d look at Sam and give a little larf wot made Sam"s blood boil.
""You"ve got nothin" to larf at, Ginger," he ses, at last; "the landlady"s boy "ud be about the same age as wot you are now; "e "ad a scar over the left eyebrow same as wot you"ve got, though I don"t suppose he got it by fighting a chap three times "is size. "E "ad bright blue eyes, a small, well-shaped nose, and a nice mouth."
""Same as you, Ginger," ses Peter, looking out of the winder.
"Ginger coughed and looked thoughtful.
""It sounds all right, mates," "e ses at last, "but I don"t see "ow we"re to go to work. I don"t want to get locked up for deceiving."
""You can"t get locked up," ses Sam; "if you let "er discover you and claim you, "ow can you get locked up for it? We shall go in an" see her agin, and larn all there is to larn, especially about the tattoo marks, and then-"
""Tattoo marks!" ses Ginger.
""That"s the strong p"int," ses Sam. ""Er boy "ad a sailor dancing a "ornpipe on "is left wrist, an" a couple o" dolphins on his right. On "is chest "e "ad a full-rigged ship, and on "is back between "is shoulder-blades was the letters of "is name-C.R.S.: Charles Robert Smith."