She was an elderly woman, but she came of a long-lived family, all of whom had lived in good health until the end of their days, and if there was any grand, golden felicity which was possible to her, she felt that there was reason to believe she would live long to enjoy it when she wanted it.
One morning as Mrs. Cliff sat thinking over these things, there was a knock at the front door, and, of course, w.i.l.l.y Croup ran to open it. No matter where she was, or no matter what she was doing, w.i.l.l.y always went to the door if she could, because she had so great a desire to know who was there.
This time it was a gentleman, a very fine gentleman, with a high silk hat and a handsome overcoat trimmed with fur--fur on the collar, fur on the sleeves, and fur down the front. w.i.l.l.y had never seen such a coat.
It was October and it was cool, but there was no man in Plainton who would have worn such a coat as that so early in the season even if he had one.
The gentleman had dark eyes and a very large mustache, and he carried a cane and wore rather bright tan-colored gloves. All these things w.i.l.l.y observed in an instant, for she was very quick in taking notice of people"s clothes and general appearance.
The gentleman raised his hat and asked if Mrs. Cliff lived there. Now w.i.l.l.y thought he must be an extraordinary fine gentleman, for how should he know that she was not a servant, and in those parts gentlemen did not generally raise their hats to girls who opened front doors.
The gentleman was admitted and was ushered into the parlor, where sat Mrs. Cliff. She was a little surprised at the sight of this visitor, who came in with his hat on, but who took it off and made her a low bow as soon as he saw her. But she thought she appreciated the situation, and she hardened her heart.
A strange man, so finely dressed, and with such manners, must have come for money, and Mrs. Cliff had already learned to harden her heart towards strangers who solicited. But the hardness of her heart utterly disappeared in her amazement when this gentleman, having pulled off his right glove, advanced toward her, holding out his hand.
"You don"t remember me, Mrs. Cliff?" he said in a loud, clear voice. "No wonder, for I am a good deal changed, but it is not the same with you.
You are the same as ever--I declare you are!"
Mrs. Cliff took the proffered hand, and looked into the face of the speaker. There was something there which seemed familiar, but she had never known such a fine gentleman as this. She thought over the people whom she had seen in France and in California, but she could not recollect this face.
"It"s a mean thing to be puzzlin" you, Mrs. Cliff," said the stranger, with a cheery smile. "I"m George Burke, seaman on the _Castor_, where I saw more of you, Mrs. Cliff, than I"ve ever seen since; for though we have both been a good deal jumbled up since, we haven"t been jumbled up together, so I don"t wonder if you don"t remember me, especially as I didn"t wear clothes like these on the _Castor_. Not by any means, Mrs.
Cliff!"
"I remember you," she said, and she shook his hand warmly. "I remember you, and you had a mate named Edward Shirley."
"Yes, indeed!" said Mr. Burke, "and he"s all right, and I"m all right, and how are you?"
The overcoat with the fur tr.i.m.m.i.n.gs came off, and, with the hat, the cane, and the gloves, was laid upon a chair, and Burke and Mrs. Cliff sat down to talk over old times and old friends.
CHAPTER VI
A TEMPERANCE LARK
As Mrs. Cliff sat and talked with George Burke, she forgot the calculations she had been making, she forgot her perplexities and her anxieties concerning the rapid inroads which her income was making upon her ability to dispose of it, in the recollection of the good-fellowships which the presence of her companion recalled.
But Mr. Burke could give her no recent news of Captain Horn and Edna, she having heard from them later than he had; and the only one of the people of the _Castor_ of whom he could tell her was Edward Shirley, who had gone into business.
He had bought a share in a shipyard, and, as he was a man who had a great idea about the lines of a vessel, and all that sort of thing, he had determined to put his money into that business. He was a long-headed fellow, and Burke had no doubt but that he would soon hear of some fine craft coming from the yard of his old shipmate.
"But how about yourself, Mr. Burke? I want to know what has happened to you, and what you intend doing, and how you chanced to be coming this way."
"Oh, I will tell you everything that has happened to me," said Mr.
Burke, "and it won"t take long; but first let me ask you something, Mrs.
Cliff?" and as he spoke he quietly rose and shut the parlor door.
"Now then," said he, as he seated himself, "we have all been in the same box, or, I should say, in the same boxes of different kinds, and although I may not have the right to call myself a friend, I am just as friendly to you as if I was, and feel as if people who have been through what we have ought to stand by each other even after they"ve got through their hardest rubs.
"Now, Mrs. Cliff, has anything happened to you? Have you had any set-backs? I know that this is a mighty queer world, and that even the richest people can often come down with a sudden thump just as if they had slipped on the ice."
Mrs. Cliff smiled. "Nothing has happened to me," she said. "I have had no set-backs, and I am just as rich to-day,--I should say a great deal richer, than I was on the day when Captain Horn made the division of the treasure. But I know very well why you thought something had happened to me. You did not expect to find me living in this little house."
"No, by the Lord Harry, I didn"t!" exclaimed Burke, slapping his knee.
"You must excuse me, Mrs. Cliff, for speaking out in that way, but really I never was so much surprised as when I came into your front yard. I thought I would find you in the finest house in the place until you could have a stately mansion built somewhere in the outskirts of the town, where there would be room enough for a park. But when I came to this house, I couldn"t help thinking that perhaps some beastly bank had broke, and that your share of the golden business had been swept away.
Things like that do happen to women, you know, and I suppose they always will; but I am mighty glad to hear you are all right!
"But, as you have asked me to tell you my story, I will make short work of it, and then I would like to hear what has happened to you, as much as you please to tell me about it.
"Now, when I got my money, Mrs. Cliff, which, when compared to what your share must have been, was like a dory to a three-mast schooner, but still quite enough for me, and, perhaps, more than enough if a public vote could be taken on the subject, I was in Paris, a jolly place for a rich sailor, and I said to myself,--
""Now, Mr. Burke," said I, for I might as well begin by using good manners, "the general disposition of a sea-faring man with a lot of money is to go on a lark, or, perhaps, a good many larks, and so get rid of it and then ship again before the mast for fourteen dollars per month, or thereabouts."
"But I made up my mind right there on the spot that that sort of thing wouldn"t suit me. The very idea of shipping again on a merchant vessel made the blood run cold inside of me, and I swore to myself that I wouldn"t do it.
"To be sure, I wouldn"t give up all notion of a lark. A sailor with money,--and I don"t believe there ever was an able-bodied seaman with more money than I had,--who doesn"t lark, at least to some degree, has no right to call himself a whole-souled mariner; so I made up my mind to have one lark and then stop."
Mrs. Cliff"s countenance clouded. "I am sorry, Mr. Burke," said she, "that you thought it necessary to do that. I do hope you didn"t go on one of those horrible--sprees, do they call them?"
"Oh no!" interrupted Burke, "I didn"t do anything of that kind. If I"d begun with a bottle, I"d have ended with nothing but a cork, and a badly burnt one at that. No ma"am! drinking isn"t in my line. I don"t take anything of that sort except at meals, and then only the best wine in genteel quant.i.ties. But I was bound to have one lark, and then I would stop and begin to live like a merchant-tailor, with no family nor poor relations."
"But what did you do?" asked Mrs. Cliff. "If it was a lark without liquor, I want to hear about it."
"It was a temperance lark, ma"am," said Burke, "and this is what it was.
"Now, though I have been to sea ever since I was a boy, I never had command of any kind of craft, and it struck me that I would like to finish up my life on the ocean wave by taking command of a vessel. It is generally understood that riches will give you anything you want, and I said to myself that my riches should give me that. I didn"t want a sailin" vessel. I was tired of sailin" vessels. I wanted a steamer, and when I commanded a steamer for a little while I would stop short and be a landsman for the rest of my life.
"So I went up to Brest, where I thought I might find some sort of steamer which might suit me, and in that harbor I did find an English steamer, which had discharged her cargo and was expectin" to sail again pretty much in ballast and brandy, so far as I could make out. I went to this vessel and I made an offer to her captain to charter her for an excursion of one week--that was all I wanted.
"Well, I"m not going to bother you, Mrs. Cliff, with all that was said and done about this little business, which seemed simple enough, but which wasn"t. There are people in this world who think that if you have money you can buy anything you want, but such people might as well get ready to change their opinions if they ever expect to come into money."
"That is true," said Mrs. Cliff; "every word of it is true, as I have found out for myself!"
"Well," continued Burke, "there had to be a lot of telegraphin" to the owners in London and a general fuss with the officers of the port about papers, and all that, but I got the business through all right; for if money won"t get you everything, it"s a great help in making things slip along easy. And so one fine afternoon I found myself on board that steamer as commander for one week.
"Of course, I didn"t want to give orders to the crew, but I intended to give my orders to the captain, and tell him what he was to do and what he was not to do for one week. He didn"t like that very much, for he was inclined to bulldogism, but I paid him extra wages, and he agreed to knuckle under to me.
"So I gave him orders to sail out of the harbor and straight to the Island of Ushant, some twenty-five miles to the west of northwest.
""There"s no use going there," said the captain,--his name was Dork,--"there"s nothing on that blasted bit of rock for you to see.
There"s no port I could run this steamer into."
"I had been studying out my business on the chart, and this little island just suited my idea, and though the name was "Ushant," I said to him, "You shall," and I ordered him to sail to that island and lay to a mile or two to the westward; and as to the landing, he needn"t talk about that until I mentioned it myself.
"So when we got about a couple of miles to the west of Ushant, we lay to. Now I knew we were on the forty-eighth parallel of lat.i.tude, for I had looked that out on the chart, so I said to Captain Dork,--
""Now, sir!" says I, "I want you to head your vessel, sir, due west, and then to steam straight ahead for a hundred miles, keepin" your vessel just as near as you can on that line of lat.i.tude.""