At a very late hour I was strolling homeward, long after the last reeling coster had swayed and howled towards his slum, when two women stopped me Then a man came from the shadow of the wall, and I thought I had fallen across some strange night-birds; but one of the women spoke, and I knew she was a lady. "You have my boy in that horrid place. Tell me, is he well? I must see him; I"ll tear the doors down with my nails."
Then the man said, "I drove the keb, sir. I knows Mr. Robert, and I thought I"d better tell his mother." I eagerly said, "Madam, you shall see him, but, pray, not to-night. The shock might kill him. On my honour he is in good hands, and I promise to come to you on the instant when it is safe for you to meet him." The lady moaned, "Oh, my boy--my darling--my own! Oh! the curse!"--and then she went away.
In two days Bob was quite calm and rational. He craved for food, and seemed so well that I thought I might manage him single-handed. So the attendants were dismissed, with the doctor"s permission, and Bob and I settled down for a quiet chat. I shall never forget that talk. The lad was not maudlin, and he utterly refused to whimper, but he seemed suddenly to have seen the horror of the past. "You can stop in time, old man," he said, "but I can"t. When I"m well, I"ll turn to work, and I"ll try to keep other chaps from getting into the mud. It would be funny to see me preaching to the boys up river, wouldn"t it?" For a moment I thought, "I"ll turn teetotal as well," but I did not say it. I bent towards Bob and asked, "Would you care to see your mother, old man?" He smiled beautifully, and eagerly answered, "Go for her now."
I was away about two hours, and returned with Mrs. Darbishire. The landlord met us, and gravely said "I"ve been away, but the potman tells me a queer yarn. Mr. Darbishire made queer signs out of window to the man you call the Ramper, and Mr. Ramper goes to the pub over the way and then up to the room. And now Mr. Robert"s been locked in for a hour and a half." My heart gave one leap, and then I felt cold. We hurried up stairs, and we heard a long shrill snarl--not like a human voice.
"Locked! Fetch a crowbar, and call up one of the lads to help."
We burst open the door, and there on the bed lay Bob. He was chattering, as it were, in his sleep, and a brandy bottle lay on the floor. He had swallowed nearly the whole of the poison raw, and his limbs were paralyzed. Suddenly he opened his eyes; then he writhed and yelled, "Mother!--the beast! the beast!" The lady threw herself down on her knees with a pitiful cry, but Bob did not speak to her. He never spoke any more.
TEDDY.
I was so weak and nervous after Bob Darbishire"s death that I did not go much to The Chequers; I hid myself most in my own rooms. The funeral was attended by all the well-to-do folks in the district; but I was not there, because I did not care to pa.s.s by The Chequers in the procession.
Most people had a good word for poor Bob, and many kind fellows could not mention him without the tears coming into their eyes. Only the spongers were indifferent; but they had, of course, to look around for another liberal spendthrift. Bob was so young, and bright, and brave; I never knew a straighter or a kinder man, and I have seen few who had so much ability. He drifted into drunkenness by accident, and the vice had him hard by the throat before he found out that he was really a prisoner. He struggled for awhile, and repented again and again; but his will was captured, and when once a man"s will is enslaved, vices seem to come easy to him. I am not fit to moralise about his relations with women; I only know that he was a sinner, and I think of his temptations. Like so many splendid young Englishmen, he was conquered by drink. The vice seizes on some of the best in all cla.s.ses, and the finest flowers soon become as worthless as weeds when the blight has caught them. It is nearly always the bright lad of a family, the most promising, the mother"s darling, that goes wrong; it is the brilliant students, the men of whom one says, "Ah, what could he not do if he would only try!" is those who trip, and quench their brilliance in the mud. A little rift in the fabric of the will, a little instability of temper, an unlucky week of idleness--these are the things that start a man towards the very gulf of doom. Bob Darbishire, the athlete, the delightful and exhilarating companion, was set gliding on the slope, and now he and his hopes and his unknown capabilities have pa.s.sed away, deeper than ever plummet sounded. It is a big puzzle. I am a loafer, and I suppose I shall never be anything else, so it is not for me to solve the ugly problem.
The Ramper fawned on me, and asked me if I had heard of "that there pore young bloke wot kicked the bucket upstairs."
I said, "Yes; I fancy he was murdered. Do you know who took the brandy up to him?"
The Ramper looked very wicked, but merely answered, ""Ow should I know?
He arst me, and I goes and says, "No, sir; not for a thick "un." I see "ow he was. I"ve "ad "em on myself, and I knowed as "ow he wasn"t up there for nothing."
The Ramper is undoubtedly a liar.
The Wanderer often asked me to call, for he knows that I have a stiff flask in my pocket every night. I have pieced out the rest of his story, and I shall put it into my book when I am less glum. At present I swear every day that I shall turn temperance lecturer, and spend my money on the Cause; but, somehow, habit, and my roving blood, are too much for me. Like all men of my sort, from Burns downward, I can see evils clearly, and state their nature plainly enough; but when it comes to keeping clear of them, I resemble my tribe in being rather unhandy at judicious strategy. _Vogue la galere!_
Three months more have gone and my journals have never been written up, save in chance sc.r.a.ps. The Wanderer is quite as interesting as ever! I took the odds to 2 with him over a race run at Newmarket, and he paid promptly. He puts out little signs of improvement--sprouts of gentility--at times: but one heavy spell of gin and Shakespeare takes him back to the old level again. Still, he is more amusing than the dandies; in fact, I do not think I shall go amongst the respectable division again. I make no pretence of immolating myself: I go among the blackguards and wastrels because I am fascinated; I tell exactly what I see, and leave other people to make practical use of my words. During the last three months I have been, as usual, hard hit. It seems as though any creature that I am fond of must soon be lost to me, and the pages of my journal are like rows of tombstones.
We were making a great noise in the bar one night, for a cornet and fiddle were playing, and a few couples were moved by the music and the beer to begin dancing. A good many women come in at one time or other, and their shrill laughter forms the treble of our crashing chorus. One tall, broad-shouldered dame, who boasts of having six sons serving in the Guards, made a great commotion. Her weight is considerable. She had been drinking for four hours, and, when she attempted to ill.u.s.trate her theory of the waltz, she sent drinkers and drink flying as though her offspring"s battalion had charged. She had disabled one sporting coster who tried to guide her, and the landlord was preparing for practical remonstrance, when she sailed down upon me, yawing all the way as though she were running before a hard breeze. I prepared for the shock, but I was not destined to receive it. A tiny little lad had just received some beer in a bottle from the counter, and he was making for home, when the tall woman plumped upon him. The bottle was broken, the beer ran among the dirt and sawdust, and the little lad was almost smothered before the landlord (who impolitely addressed the waltzer as a cow) had managed to haul the ponderous woman to her feet. The boy was a good deal hurt physically, but his mental distress at sight of the lost beer prevented him from noticing his bruises. When he fully grasped the extent of the calamity he actually became pale, and I do not think I ever saw such a piteous little face in my life. I asked "How much was it, little "un?"
His lips trembled, and he said, "I dunno. I put a-money down, and her knows what to put in a-bottle. Father got to "ave his beer, else he not have good supper." I thought, "This youngster isn"t ill-used, or he wouldn"t be anxious for his father to have a good supper." Then I ordered a pint can of ale, and offered it to the youth. He hesitated, and said, "It"s dark. I slip on a stone, and then more beer gone," so I took his hand, and marched off with the can, notwithstanding the fact that my friend the cornet player struck up "See the conquering hero" in a most humorous and embarra.s.sing manner.
It was very quiet and fresh outside, after the hoa.r.s.e wrangling and the dreadful air, and I liked to have the boy"s soft hand in mine. He said, "Missa Benjo"s cellar open. Two mens fall down a-night; you keep a-hold o" my hand." I went very warily down the alley, and found that Mr. Benjo had a.s.suredly left an awkward trap for the people from The Chequers. My young man seemed very smart and careful, and he soon led to a lone door which opened into a den that was half kitchen, half cellar.
"Who a-you got long o" you, Teddy?" inquired a gruff man who was crouched on a stool by the side of the empty grate.
"It"s a man, father, wot give me the beer."
"Come in, mate, if you"ve a mind."
I accepted the invitation, prompted by my usual curiosity, and found myself in a stinking little box, which was lit by a guttering dip. Some clothes hung on a line, and these offended more senses than one. No breath of pure air seemed to have blown through that gruesome dwelling for many a day, but I am seasoned, and nothing puts me out much.
"Ain"t got another seat, mate. Take the bed."
The bed was not suggestive of sleep, and I was a trifle uneasy as I sat down; yet I knew it would never do to hesitate, so down I sat.
"Wot"s this about givin" Teddy the beer?"
I made answer.
"Ain"t got no more "n two bloomin" dee, but you can have "em, and thank ye for your trouble."
"I have money enough, thanks. A pint isn"t much."
"Oh, now I knows you. A bloke was a-tellin" me they had a broken-down toff round at The Chequers, and some on "em says you ain"t no more broken down "n the Lord Mayor. Allus got enough for a "eavy booze.
Anyway, you talks like a toff. I used to git round to the bar, but it don"t run to it now. Two kids; and Teddy"s clothes there ain"t not so easy to buy now. Missus is out charin". She"ll fetch us a bit o" supper, and I makes out middlin" well along o" my pint and bit o" bacca. How"s things, mate?"
I said that things were flourishing fairly.
"You ain"t never done much blank work, _you_ ain"t. Your dukes is same as silk. Bin a tailor?"
"No, I have other work to do."
"All square, mate; "tain"t no business o" mine. Things is bad "ere. The blank, blank swine of a blank landlord, he takes pooty well "alf of every tanner I can make, and d----d if he"ll do anything to the place."
"Smells are queer down here."
"Smell! Lord love you, come down yere to-morrer, and you"ll git to know wot stinks is. Let Teddy show you that "ere bloomin" ditch at the back.
They calls it a stream, but I dussn"t say wot I thinks it is afore the nipper. All the dead cats and muck in the bloomin" crehation gits dumped in there. On "ot days you wants a nosebag on, I tell you, and no error."
"Does Teddy go to school?"
"No fear; not yet. But he"s fly as they makes "em, he is. Useful he is, too. "Andy as makes no matter, and he ain"t no more "n seven."
"Well, I"m coming to see Teddy and the ditch to-morrow. Will you have another pint?"
"Right, matey; that"ll do for to-morrow. Ain"t you got no less "n a tanner? Never mind, I"ll square when I"m flush."
Next day I visited the alley, and went to the gap where it opened on to the ditch. There was an admirably efficient hotbed for rearing diseases there. A solid bed of sewage of about two feet deep seemed to fill the hollow, and a thin sheet of filthy water covered this bed--with sickly breaks here and there. Ordure palpable and abominable was plentiful, and the swollen carca.s.ses of small animals exhaled their biting wafts.
Poor little Teddy! I said, "Come home with me, will you? Mind, you mustn"t tell anyone where I live;" and the amiable little dot set off at my side. He could not walk very well, for he had one shoe minus a sole, and his toes stuck through the other. When we reached my room I sent out for a pair of boots and two pairs of socks; then I pitched Teddy"s away, and presently to his terror, and my own amus.e.m.e.nt, I found myself engaged in washing his feet. Nice little feet they were when they came clean, and their owner pattered about with perfect satisfaction on my carpet. I pulled out some cakes, and Teddy accepted a few, turning away his head as he took them. He had the exact look of a dog that is being reproved, and I had some trouble in persuading him to begin. When he had finished one sponge-cake he grinned and enigmatically observed, "Teddy"s belly." I said, "That"s baby talk. You talked all right last night.
Finish your cakes and you"ll have some more for tea. Trot about as you like till it"s ready." He went gaily about, touching some articles, and even sniffing at others; he dived into my bedroom, and I heard him cry "Ooh!" Then there was a sc.r.a.ping sound, and Teddy appeared lugging a small looking-gla.s.s and smiling broadly. "Ooh! This is what there is when a lady gives you a beer." I understood that he referred to the bleared gla.s.s behind the bar of the Chequers, and I appreciated Teddy"s powers of comparison; but I explained to him that mirrors cannot be safely hauled about by little boys, and he kindly a.s.sented to this proposition.
We had tea, and Teddy so far improved on his bashfulness that he made grabs at several things which would have disagreed with him if I had let him follow his inclinations. He affably received my hints on table etiquette, and smiled with gentleness when I told him he had eaten enough. The little creature"s ideas were like those of a dog. He had been taught to follow and to come home to his kennel; he was ready to be gracious toward those who fed him, and he had the true canine glance which expresses grat.i.tude and expectancy at once. But he was only a rudimentary human being, and his brain power had slept so far. I showed him Caldecott"s wonderful "House that Jack Built," and he gloated over that delightful villain of a dog; the cat and the rat he understood, but he knew nothing of the cow. I let him stare at the dog as long as he chose, and he chuckled like a magpie all the time. He proposed to remove the picture-book, and it was only with difficulty that I persuaded him to let me keep it. Knowing the street arab cla.s.s very well, I did not try to talk with him, for I have always found that an arab"s curiosity when he finds himself in a new place renders him incapable of attending to anything that is said to him until he has learned the appearance of every object in the room. The little chap is a barbarian, and you must treat him exactly as you would treat an adult member of a friendly savage tribe.
Before Teddy went home I rigged him up in his new boots and stockings, and he was amusingly proud. When we parted at the alley he said, "You let me go you house again, and have some nice things and see the dog?"
Of course I invited him, and henceforth he waylaid me in the afternoons as I went home. At first he was not polite, and his mode of calling, "Hoy, man! wait for me!" drew marked attention from the public. But he soon learned to lift his hat and to shake hands. At intervals I gave him set lessons on manners, and, if he behaved nicely, we had a game at cricket in my queer old garden. It was almost impossible to make Teddy understand the morality of any game at first. When he learned that the ball must not touch his wicket, his treatment of my slow bowling was positively immoral. I did not mind his kicking the ball out of the way, nor did I object to his using his bat like a scoop; but when he lay down in front of the wicket, and sweetly smiled as the ball touched his stomach, I had to insist on severe cricketing etiquette. As the nights darkened in I took to amusing myself more and more with Teddy, and sometimes I did not go out to the Chequers at all. The boy was a severe trial to me when he learned to play draughts. When once the fundamental laws of the game dawned on his mind, and he understood that he must try to reduce the number of my pieces, he thought that any means were justified if he could be successful. Once I left the room for a minute while we were playing, and on my return found four of my men had disappeared. I said, "Where are those men?" Teddy smiled courteously; "I taken "em. I go hop, hop, hop, over a lot. All fair." "But where have you put them?" "In a pocket. All fair." But he gradually grew out of his habits of picking and stealing, and he behaved much like a well-trained dog. It is plain to me that he regarded me as a sort of deity; but his love was quite unalloyed by fear. He would stroke my beard, and say, "You very nice," when I had been specially good-humoured, and, as his stock of words increased, he prattled on by the hour. One must love something, and I got into the habit of loving this pale little urchin, so that at length I fitted up a crib for him, and asked his mother to let him stay with me. This made a great change in my habits. Teddy seemed to wake as by magic, if I rose to go out after he was in bed, and, although he never cried, his way of saying, "You won"t let me stop by myself--perhaps the black man might come," always settled me. By degrees I fell into the habit of reading at nights, and the steady life made my brain clear. Books that had been dim memories to me for years became vivid, and the power of sustained thinking came back. In those long, calm evenings, I went through my Gibbon again, and the awful pageant that rolls past our view under the direction of the aristocrat of literature made my late life seem poor and mean. How low we were! The darkened costers are interesting as studies in animal life; but the more pretentious persons whose humour reaches its highest flight in an indecent story, and whose wit consists in calling someone else a liar--how petty they are, and how fruitless is their friendship! I began to feel like a patrician who surveys the mob from his lordly dais, and I almost resolved to go back to the clubs and theatres once more.
Teddy increased so much in mental power that he took interest in fairy tales, and he was a rigorous taskmaster. I was obliged to ill.u.s.trate the stories in varied ways. Once I was asked, "What"s a gian"?" I said, "A very, very big man." "Big as you?" "Far bigger." "How bigger? Has he got legs, and heads, and--and things like that?" "We"ll see. When I stand on this chair I"m as big as a giant," but it was all of no avail, and only after Teddy had seen a huge, knock-kneed being in a penny show did he understand what a giant could be like. Then he asked for giant stories on all occasions.
It struck me that I was neglecting Teddy"s religious education. Hundreds and thousands of such little fellows in and about London have no notion of a G.o.d, or any ruling power save the policeman. I had a dark mind to deal with, and Teddy"s questions fairly beat me. Of course I took the old orthodox ideas, and tried to make them simple, but Teddy posed me like this:
"Do G.o.d live in a sky?"
"Far away. Yes; well, say in the sky."
"Where does he hang up his coat when he goes to his bed?"