"Got it all from?" ses Bill, staring at her. "Why, from "im."
"Oh, of course," ses Mrs. Pearce. "I didn"t think of that; but that only makes it the more wonderful, doesn"t it?-because, you see, he didn"t go on the Evening Star."
"Wot?" ses George Hatchard. "Why you told me yourself-"
"I know I did," ses Mrs. Pearce, "but that was only just to spare your feelings. Charlie was going to sea in her, but he was prevented."
"Prevented?" ses two or three of "em.
"Yes," ses Mrs. Pearce; "the night afore he was to "ave sailed there was some silly mistake over a diamond ring, and he got five years. He gave a different name at the police-station, and naturally everybody thought "e went down with the ship. And when he died in prison I didn"t undeceive "em."
She took out her "andkerchief, and while she was busy with it Bill Flurry got up and went out on tiptoe. Young Alf got up a second or two arterwards to see where he"d gone; and the last Joe Morgan and his missis see of the happy couple they was sitting on one chair, and George Hatchard was making desprit and "artrending attempts to smile.
A DISTANT RELATIVE
MR. POTTER had just taken Ethel Spriggs into the kitchen to say good-by; in the small front room Mr. Spriggs, with his fingers already fumbling at the linen collar of ceremony, waited impatiently.
"They get longer and longer over their good-bys," he complained.
"It"s only natural," said Mrs. Spriggs, looking up from a piece of fine sewing. "Don"t you remember-"
"No, I don"t," said her husband, doggedly. "I know that your pore father never "ad to put on a collar for me; and, mind you, I won"t wear one after they"re married, not if you all went on your bended knees and asked me to."
He composed his face as the door opened, and nodded good-night to the rather over-dressed young man who came through the room with his daughter.
The latter opened the front-door and pa.s.sing out with Mr. Potter, held it slightly open. A penetrating draught played upon the exasperated Mr.
Spriggs. He coughed loudly.
"Your father"s got a cold," said Mr. Potter, in a concerned voice.
"No; it"s only too much smoking," said the girl. "He"s smoking all day long." The indignant Mr. Spriggs coughed again; but the young people had found a new subject of conversation. It ended some minutes later in a playful scuffle, during which the door acted the part of a ventilating fan.
"It"s only for another fortnight," said Mrs. Spriggs, hastily, as her husband rose.
"After they"re spliced," said the vindictive Mr. Spriggs, resuming his seat, "I"ll go round and I"ll play about with their front-door till-"
He broke off abruptly as his daughter, darting into the room, closed the door with a bang that nearly extinguished the lamp, and turned the key.
Before her flushed and laughing face Mr. Spriggs held his peace.
"What"s the matter?" she asked, eying him. "What are you looking like that for?"
"Too much draught-for your mother," said Mr. Spriggs, feebly. "I"m afraid of her asthma agin."
He fell to work on the collar once more, and, escaping at last from the clutches of that enemy, laid it on the table and unlaced his boots. An attempt to remove his coat was promptly frustrated by his daughter.
"You"ll get doing it when you come round to see us," she explained.
Mr. Spriggs sighed, and lighting a short clay pipe-forbidden in the presence of his future son-in-law-fell to watching mother and daughter as they gloated over dress materials and discussed double-widths.
"Anybody who can"t be "appy with her," he said, half an hour later, as his daughter slapped his head by way of bidding him good-night, and retired, "don"t deserve to be "appy."
"I wish it was over," whispered his wife. "She"ll break her heart if anything happens, and-and Gus-sie will be out now in a day or two."
"A gal can"t "elp what her uncle does," said Mr. Spriggs, fiercely; "if Alfred throws her over for that, he"s no man."
"Pride is his great fault," said his wife, mournfully. .
"It"s no good taking up troubles afore they come," observed Mr. Spriggs.
"P"r"aps Gussie won"t come ere.
"He"ll come straight here," said his wife, with conviction; "he"ll come straight here and try and make a fuss of me, same as he used to do when we was children and I"d got a ha"penny. I know him."
"Cheer up, old gal," said Mr. Spriggs; "if he does, we must try and get rid of "im; and, if he won"t go, we must tell Alfred that he"s been to Australia, same as we did Ethel."
His wife smiled faintly.
"That"s the ticket," continued Mr. Spriggs. "For one thing, I b"leeve he"ll be ashamed to show his face here; but, if he does, he"s come back from Australia. See? It"ll make it nicer for "im too. You don"t suppose he wants to boast of where he"s been?"
"And suppose he comes while Alfred is here?" said his wife.
"Then I say, "How "ave you left "em all in Australia?" and wink at him,"
said the ready Mr. Spriggs.
"And s"pose you"re not here?" objected his wife.
"Then you say it and wink at him," was the reply. "No; I know you can"t," he added, hastily, as Mrs. Spriggs raised another objection; "you"ve been too well brought up. Still, you can try."
It was a slight comfort to Mrs. Spriggs that Mr. Augustus Price did, after all, choose a convenient time for his reappearance. A faint knock sounded on the door two days afterwards as she sat at tea with her husband, and an anxious face with somewhat furtive eyes was thrust into the room.
"Emma!" said a mournful voice, as the upper part of the intruder"s body followed the face.
"Gussie!" said Mrs. Spriggs, rising in disorder.
Mr. Price drew his legs into the room, and, closing the door with extraordinary care, pa.s.sed the cuff of his coat across his eyes and surveyed them tenderly.
"I"ve come home to die," he said, slowly, and, tottering across the room, embraced his sister with much unction.
"What are you going to die of?" inquired Mr. Spriggs, reluctantly accepting the extended hand.
"Broken "art, George," replied his brother-in-law, sinking into a chair.
Mr. Spriggs grunted, and, moving his chair a little farther away, watched the intruder as his wife handed him a plate. A troubled glance from his wife reminded him of their arrangements for the occasion, and he cleared his throat several times in vain attempts to begin.