You may fancy the hospitable and welcoming commotion that ensued; how Mrs. Wilson laughed, and talked, and cried, all together, if such a thing can be done; and how Mary gazed with wondering pleasure at her old playmate; now a dashing, bronzed-looking, ringleted sailor, frank, and hearty, and affectionate.
But it was something different from common to see Alice"s joy at once more having her foster-child with her. She did not speak, for she really could not; but the tears came coursing down her old withered cheeks, and dimmed the horn spectacles she had put on, in order to pry lovingly into his face. So what with her failing sight, and her tear-blinded eyes, she gave up the attempt of learning his face by heart through the medium of that sense, and tried another. She pa.s.sed her sodden, shrivelled hands, all trembling with eagerness, over his manly face, bent meekly down in order that she might more easily make her strange inspection. At last, her soul was satisfied.
After tea, Mary feeling sure there was much to be said on both sides, at which it would be better none should be present, not even an intimate friend like herself, got up to go away. This seemed to arouse Alice from her dreamy consciousness of exceeding happiness, and she hastily followed Mary to the door. There, standing outside, with the latch in her hand, she took hold of Mary"s arm, and spoke nearly the first words she had uttered since her nephew"s return.
"My dear! I shall never forgive mysel, if my wicked words to-night are any stumbling-block in your path. See how the Lord has put coals of fire on my head! O Mary, don"t let my being an unbelieving Thomas weaken your faith. Wait patiently on the Lord, whatever your trouble may be."
XIII. A TRAVELLER"S TALES.
"The mermaid sat upon the rocks All day long, Admiring her beauty and combing her locks, And singing a mermaid song.
"And hear the mermaid"s song you may, As sure as sure can be, If you will but follow the sun all day, And souse with him into the sea."
--W. S. LANDOR.
It was perhaps four or five days after the events mentioned in the last chapter, that one evening, as Mary stood lost in reverie at the window, she saw Will Wilson enter the court, and come quickly up to her door. She was glad to see him, for he had always been a friend of hers, perhaps too much like her in character ever to become anything nearer or dearer. She opened the door in readiness to receive his frank greeting, which she as frankly returned.
"Come, Mary! on with bonnet and shawl, or whatever rigging you women require before leaving the house. I"m sent to fetch you, and I can"t lose time when I"m under orders."
"Where am I to go to?" asked Mary, as her heart leaped up at the thought of who might be waiting for her.
"Not very far," replied he. "Only to old Job Legh"s round the corner there. Aunt would have me come and see these new friends of hers, and then we meant to ha" come on here to see you and your father, but the old gentleman seems inclined to make a night of it, and have you all there. Where is your father? I want to see him.
He must come too."
"He"s out, but I"ll leave word next door for him to follow me; that"s to say, if he comes home afore long." She added hesitatingly, "Is any one else at Job"s?"
"No! My aunt Jane would not come, for some maggot or other; and as for Jem! I don"t know what you"ve all been doing to him, but he"s as down-hearted a chap as I"d wish to see. He"s had his sorrows sure enough, poor lad! But it"s time for him to be shaking off his dull looks, and not go moping like a girl."
"Then he"s come fra" Halifax, is he?" asked Mary.
"Yes! his body"s come, but I think he"s left his heart behind him.
His tongue I"m sure he has, as we used to say to childer, when they would not speak. I try to rouse him up a bit, and I think he likes having me with him, but still he"s as gloomy and as dull as can be.
"T was only yesterday he took me to the works, and you"d ha" thought us two Quakers as the spirit hadn"t moved, all the way down we were so mum. It"s a place to craze a man, certainly; such a noisy black hole! There were one or two things worth looking at, the bellows for instance, or the gale they called a bellows. I could ha" stood near it a whole day; and if I"d a berth in that place, I should like to be bellows-man, if there is such a one. But Jem weren"t diverted even with that; he stood as grave as a judge while it blew my hat out o" my hand. He"s lost all relish for his food, too, which frets my aunt sadly. Come! Mary, aren"t you ready?"
She had not been able to gather if she were to see Jem at Job Legh"s; but when the door was opened, she at once saw and felt he was not there. The evening then would be a blank; at least so she thought for the first five minutes; but she soon forgot her disappointment in the cheerful meeting of old friends, all, except herself, with some cause for rejoicing at that very time. Margaret, who could not be idle, was knitting away, with her face looking full into the room, away from her work. Alice sat meek and patient with her dimmed eyes and gentle look, trying to see and to hear, but never complaining; indeed, in her inner self she was blessing G.o.d for her happiness; for the joy of having her nephew, her child, near her, was far more present to her mind, than her deprivations of sight and hearing.
Job was in the full glory of host and hostess too, for by a tacit agreement he had roused himself from his habitual abstraction, and had a.s.sumed many of Margaret"s little household duties. While he moved about he was deep in conversation with the young sailor, trying to extract from him any circ.u.mstances connected with the natural history of the different countries he had visited.
"Oh! if you are fond of grubs, and flies, and beetles, there"s no place for "em like Sierra Leone. I wish you"d had some of ours; we had rather too much of a good thing; we drank them with our drink, and could scarcely keep from eating them with our food. I never thought any folk could care for such fat green beasts as those, or I would ha" brought you them by the thousand. A plate full o" peas soup would ha" been full enough for you, I dare say; it were often too full for us."
"I would ha" given a good deal for some on "em," said Job.
"Well, I knew folk at home liked some o" the queer things one meets with abroad; but I never thought they"d care for them nasty slimy things. I were always on the look-out for a mermaid, for that, I knew, were a curiosity."
"You might ha" looked long enough," said Job, in an undertone of contempt, which, however, the quick ears of the sailor caught.
"Not so long, master, in some lat.i.tudes, as you think. It stands to reason th" sea hereabouts is too cold for mermaids; for women here don"t go half naked on account o" climate. But I"ve been in lands where muslin were too hot to wear on land, and where the sea were more than milk-warm; and though I"d never the good luck to see a mermaid in that lat.i.tude, I know them that has."
"Do tell us about it," cried Mary.
"Pooh, pooh!" said Job, the naturalist.
Both speeches determined Will to go on with his story. What could a fellow who had never been many miles from home know about the wonders of the deep, that he should put him down in that way?
"Well, it were Jack Harris, our third mate last voyage, as many and many a time telled us all about it. You see he were becalmed off Chatham Island (that"s in the Great Pacific, and a warm enough lat.i.tude for mermaids, and sharks, and such like perils). So some of the men took the long-boat, and pulled for the island to see what it were like; and when they got near, they heard a puffing, like a creature come up to take breath; you"ve never heard a diver? No!
Well; you"ve heard folks in th" asthma, and it were for all the world like that. So they looked around, and what should they see but a mermaid, sitting on a rock, and sunning herself. The water is always warmer when it"s rough, you know, so I suppose in the calm she felt it rather chilly, and had come up to warm herself."
"What was she like?" asked Mary breathlessly.
Job took his pipe off the chimney-piece, and began to smoke with very audible puffs, as if the story were not worth listening to.
"Oh! Jack used to say she was for all the world as beautiful as any of the wax ladies in the barbers" shops; only, Mary, there were one little difference; her hair was bright gra.s.s-green."
"I should not think that was pretty," said Mary hesitatingly; as if not liking to doubt the perfection of anything belonging to such an acknowledged beauty.
"Oh! but it is when you"re used to it. I always think when first we get sight of land, there"s no colour so lovely as gra.s.s-green.
However, she had green hair sure enough: and were proud enough of it, too; for she were combing it out full length when first they saw her. They all thought she were a fair prize, and maybe as good as a whale in ready money (they were whale-fishers, you know). For some folk think a deal of mermaids, whatever other folk do." This was a hit at Job, who retaliated in a series of sonorous spittings and puffs.
"So, as I were saying, they pulled towards her, thinking to catch her. She were all the while combing her beautiful hair, and beckoning to them, while with the other hand she held a looking-gla.s.s."
"How many hands had she?" asked Job.
"Two, to be sure, just like any other woman," answered Will indignantly.
"Oh! I thought you said she beckoned with one hand, and combed her hair with another, and held a looking-gla.s.s with her third," said Job, with provoking quietness.
"No! I didn"t! at least, if I did, I meant she did one thing after another, as anyone but" (here he mumbled a word or two) "could understand. Well, Mary," turning very decidedly towards her, "when she saw them coming near, whether it were she grew frightened at their fowling-pieces, as they had on board for a bit o" shooting on the island, or whether it were she were just a fickle jade as did not rightly know her own mind (which, seeing one half of her was woman, I think myself was most probably), but when they were only about two oars" length from the rock where she sat, down she plopped into the water, leaving nothing but her hinder end of a fish tail sticking up for a minute, and then that disappeared too."
"And did they never see her again?" asked Mary.
"Never so plain; the man who had the second watch one night declared he saw her swimming round the ship, and holding up her gla.s.s for him to look in; and then he saw the little cottage near Aber in Wales (where his wife lived) as plain as ever he saw it in life, and his wife standing outside, shading her eyes as if she were looking for him. But Jack Harris gave him no credit, for he said he were always a bit of a romancer, and beside that, were a home-sick, down-hearted chap."
"I wish they had caught her," said Mary, musing.
"They got one thing as belonged to her," replied Will, "and that I"ve often seen with my own eyes, and I reckon it"s a sure proof of the truth of their story, for them that wants proof."
"What was it?" asked Margaret, almost anxious her grandfather should be convinced.
"Why, in her hurry she left her comb on the rock, and one o" the men spied it; so they thought that were better than nothing, and they rowed there and took it, and Jack Harris had it on board the John Cropper, and I saw him comb his hair with it every Sunday morning."
"What was it like?" asked Mary eagerly; her imagination running on coral combs, studded with pearls.
"Why, if it had not had such a strange yarn belonging to it, you"d never ha" noticed it from any other small-tooth comb."
"I should rather think not," sneered Job Legh.
The sailor bit his lips to keep down his anger against an old man.
Margaret felt very uneasy, knowing her grandfather so well, and not daring to guess what caustic remark might come next to irritate the young sailor guest.