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Title: A Spirit of Avarice
Odd Craft, Part 11.
Author: W.W. Jacobs
Release Date: April 30, 2004 [EBook #12211]
Language: English
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ODD CRAFT
By W.W. Jacobs
A SPIRIT OF AVARICE
Mr. John Blows stood listening to the foreman with an air of lofty
disdain. He was a free-born Englishman, and yet he had been summarily
paid off at eleven o'clock in the morning and told that his valuable
services would no longer be required. More than that, the foreman had
passed certain strictures upon his features which, however true they
might be, were quite irrelevant to the fact that Mr. Blows had been
discovered slumbering in a shed when he should have been laying bricks.
[Illustration: "Mr. John Blows stood listening to the foreman with an air
of lofty disdain."]
"Take your ugly face off these 'ere works," said the foreman; "take it
'ome and bury it in the back-yard. Anybody'll be glad to lend you a
spade."
Mr. Blows, in a somewhat fluent reply, reflected severely on the
foreman's immediate ancestors, and the strange lack of good-feeling and
public spirit they had exhibited by allowing him to grow up.
"Take it 'ome and bury it," said the foreman again. "Not under any
plants you've got a liking for."
"I suppose," said Mr. Blows, still referring to his foe's parents, and
now endeavouring to make excuses for them--"I s'pose they was so pleased,
and so surprised when they found that you was a 'uman being, that they
didn't mind anything else."
He walked off with his head in the air, and the other men, who had
partially suspended work to listen, resumed their labours. A modest pint
at the Rising Sun revived his drooping spirits, and he walked home
thinking of several things which he might have said to the foreman if he
had only thought of them in time.
He paused at the open door of his house and, looking in, sniffed at the
smell of mottled soap and dirty water which pervaded it. The stairs were
wet, and a pail stood in the narrow passage. From the kitchen came the
sounds of crying children and a scolding mother. Master Joseph Henry
Blows, aged three, was "holding his breath," and the family were all
aghast at the length of his performance. He re-covered it as his father
entered the room, and drowned, without distressing himself, the impotent
efforts of the others. Mrs. Blows turned upon her husband a look of hot
inquiry.
"I've got the chuck," he said, surlily.
"What, again?" said the unfortunate woman. "Yes, again," repeated her
husband.
Mrs. Blows turned away, and dropping into a chair threw her apron over
her head and burst into discordant weeping. Two little Blows, who had
ceased their outcries, resumed them again from sheer sympathy.
"Stop it," yelled the indignant Mr. Blows; "stop it at once; d'ye hear?"
"I wish I'd never seen you," sobbed his wife from behind her apron. "Of
all the lazy, idle, drunken, good-for-nothing----"
"Go on," said Mr. Blows, grimly.
"You're more trouble than you're worth," declared Mrs. Blows. "Look at
your father, my dears," she continued, taking the apron away from her
face; "take a good look at him, and mind you don't grow up like it."
Mr. Blows met the combined gaze of his innocent offspring with a dark
scowl, and then fell to moodily walking up and down the passage until he
fell over the pail. At that his mood changed, and, turning fiercely, he
kicked that useful article up and down the passage until he was tired.
"I've 'ad enough of it," he muttered. He stopped at the kitchen-door
and, putting his hand in his pocket, threw a handful of change on to the
floor and swung out of the house.
Another pint of beer confirmed him in his resolution. He would go far
away and make a fresh start in the world. The morning was bright and the
air fresh, and a pleasant sense of freedom and adventure possessed his
soul as he walked. At a swinging pace he soon left Gravelton behind him,
and, coming to the river, sat down to smoke a final pipe before turning
his back forever on a town which had treated him so badly.
The river murmured agreeably and the rushes stirred softly in the breeze;
Mr. Blows, who could fall asleep on an upturned pail, succumbed to the
influence at once; the pipe dropped from his mouth and he snored
peacefully.
He was awakened by a choking scream, and, starting up hastily, looked
about for the cause. Then in the water he saw the little white face of
Billy Clements, and wading in up to his middle he reached out and,
catching the child by the hair, drew him to the bank and set him on his
feet. Still screaming with terror, Billy threw up some of the water he
had swallowed, and without turning his head made off in the direction of
home, calling piteously upon his mother.
Mr. Blows, shivering on the bank, watched him out of sight, and, missing
his cap, was just in time to see that friend of several seasons slowly
sinking in the middle of the river. He squeezed the water from his
trousers and, crossing the bridge, set off across the meadows.
His self-imposed term of bachelorhood lasted just three months, at the
end of which time he made up his mind to enact the part of the generous
husband and forgive his wife everything. He would not go into details,
but issue one big, magnanimous pardon.
Full of these lofty ideas he set off in the direction of home again. It
was a three-days' tramp, and the evening of the third day saw him but a
bare two miles from home. He clambered up the bank at the side of the
road and, sprawling at his ease, smoked quietly in the moonlight.
A waggon piled up with straw came jolting and creaking toward him. The
driver sat dozing on the shafts, and Mr. Blows smiled pleasantly as he
recognised the first face of a friend he had seen for three months. He
thrust his pipe in his pocket and, rising to his feet, clambered on to
the back of the waggon, and lying face downward on the straw peered down
at the unconscious driver below.
"I'll give old Joe a surprise," he said to himself. "He'll be the first
to welcome me back."
"Joe," he said, softly. "'Ow goes it, old pal?"
Mr. Joe Carter, still dozing, opened his eyes at the sound of his name
and looked round; then, coming to the conclusion that he had been
dreaming, closed them again.
"I'm a-looking at you, Joe," said Mr. Blows, waggishly. "I can see you."
Mr. Carter looked up sharply and, catching sight of the grinning features
of Mr. Blows protruding over the edge of the straw, threw up his arms
with a piercing shriek and fell off the shafts on to the road. The
astounded Mr. Blows, raising himself on his hands, saw him pick himself
up and, giving vent to a series of fearsome yelps, run clumsily back
along the road.
"Joe!" shouted Mr. Blows. "J-o-o-oE!"
[Illustration: "'Joe!' shouted Mr. Blows. 'J-o-o-OE!'"]
Mr. Carter put his hands to his ears and ran on blindly, while his
friend, sitting on the top of the straw, regarded his proceedings with
mixed feelings of surprise and indignation.
"It can't be that tanner 'e owes me," he mused, "and yet I don't know
what else it can be. I never see a man so jumpy."
He continued to speculate while the old horse, undisturbed by the
driver's absence, placidly continued its journey. A mile farther,
however, he got down to take the short cut by the fields.
"If Joe can't look after his 'orse and cart," he said, primly, as he
watched it along the road, "it's not my business."
The footpath was not much used at that time of night, and he only met one
man. They were in the shadow of the trees which fringed the new cemetery
as they passed, and both peered. The stranger was satisfied first and,
to Mr. Blows's growing indignation, first gave a leap backward which
would not have disgraced an acrobat, and then made off across the field
with hideous outcries.
"If I get 'old of some of you," said the offended Mr. Blows, "I'll give
you something to holler for."
He pursued his way grumbling, and insensibly slackened his pace as he
drew near home. A remnant of conscience which had stuck to him without
encouragement for thirty-five years persisted in suggesting that he had
behaved badly. It also made a few ill-bred inquiries as to how his wife
and children had subsisted for the last three months. He stood outside
the house for a short space, and then, opening the door softly, walked
in.
The kitchen-door stood open, and his wife in a black dress sat sewing by
the light of a smoky lamp. She looked up as she heard his footsteps, and
then, without a word, slid from the chair full length to the floor.
"Go on," said Mr. Blows, bitterly; "keep it up. Don't mind me."
Mrs. Blows paid no heed; her face was white and her eyes were closed.
Her husband, with a dawning perception of the state of affairs, drew a
mug of water from the tap and flung it over her. She opened her eyes and
gave a faint scream, and then, scrambling to her feet, tottered toward
him and sobbed on his breast.
"There, there," said Mr. Blows. "Don't take on; I forgive you."
"Oh, John," said his wife, sobbing convulsively, "I thought you was dead.
I thought you was dead. It's only a fortnight ago since we buried you!"
"Buried me?" said the startled Mr. Blows. "Buried me?"
"I shall wake up and find I'm dreaming," wailed Mrs. Blows; "I know I
shall. I'm always dreaming that you're not dead. Night before last I
dreamt that you was alive, and I woke up sobbing as if my 'art would
break."
"Sobbing?" said Mr. Blows, with a scowl. "For joy, John," explained his
wife.
Mr. Blows was about to ask for a further explanation of the mystery when
he stopped, and regarded with much interest a fair-sized cask which stood
in one corner.
"A cask o' beer," he said, staring, as he took a glass from the dresser
and crossed over to it. "You don't seem to 'ave taken much 'arm during
my--my going after work."
"We 'ad it for the funeral, John," said his wife; "leastways, we 'ad two;
this is the second."
Mr. Blows, who had filled the glass, set it down on the table untasted;
things seemed a trifle uncanny.
"Go on," said Mrs. Blows; "you've got more right to it than anybody else.
Fancy 'aving you here drinking up the beer for your own funeral."
"I don't understand what you're a-driving at," retorted Mr. Blows,
drinking somewhat gingerly from the glass. 'Ow could there be a funeral
without me?"
"It's all a mistake," said the overjoyed Mrs. Blows; "we must have buried
somebody else. But such a funeral, John; you would ha' been proud if you
could ha' seen it. All Gravelton followed, nearly. There was the boys'
drum and fife band, and the Ancient Order of Camels, what you used to
belong to, turned out with their brass band and banners--all the people
marching four abreast and sometimes five."
Mr. Blows's face softened; he had no idea that he had established himself
so firmly in the affections of his fellow-townsmen.
"Four mourning carriages," continued his wife, "and the--the hearse, all
covered in flowers so that you couldn't see it 'ardly. One wreath cost
two pounds."
Mr. Blows endeavoured to conceal his gratification beneath a mask of
surliness. "Waste o' money," he growled, and stooping to the cask drew
himself an-other glass of beer.
"Some o' the gentry sent their carriages to follow," said Mrs. Blows,
sitting down and clasping her hands in her lap.
"I know one or two that 'ad a liking for me," said Mr. Blows, almost
blushing.
"And to think that it's all a mistake," continued his wife. "But I
thought it was you; it was dressed like you, and your cap was found near
it."
"H'm," said Mr. Blows; "a pretty mess you've been and made of it. Here's
people been giving two pounds for wreaths and turning up with brass bands
and banners because they thought it was me, and it's all been wasted."
"It wasn't my fault," said his wife. "Little Billy Clements came running
'ome the day you went away and said 'e'd fallen in the water, and you'd
gone in and pulled 'im out. He said 'e thought you was drownded, and
when you didn't come 'ome I naturally thought so too. What else could I
think?"
Mr. Blows coughed, and holding his glass up to the light regarded it with
a preoccupied air.
"They dragged the river," resumed his wife, "and found the cap, but they
didn't find the body till nine weeks afterward. There was a inquest at
the Peal o' Bells, and I identified you, and all that grand funeral was
because they thought you'd lost your life saving little Billy. They said
you was a hero."
[Illustration: "'They dragged the river,' resumed his wife, 'and found
the cap.'"]
"You've made a nice mess of it," repeated Mr. Blows.
"The rector preached the sermon," continued his wife; "a beautiful sermon
it was, too. I wish you'd been there to hear it; I should 'ave enjoyed
it ever so much better. He said that nobody was more surprised than what
'e was at your doing such a thing, and that it only showed 'ow little we
knowed our fellow-creatures. He said that it proved there was good in
all of us if we only gave it a chance to come out."
Mr. Blows eyed her suspiciously, but she sat thinking and staring at the
floor.
"I s'pose we shall have to give the money back now," she said, at last.
"Money!" said the other; "what money?"
"Money that was collected for us," replied his wife. "One 'undered and
eighty-three pounds seven shillings and fourpence."
Mr. Blows took a long breath. "Ow much?" he said, faintly; "say it
agin."
His wife obeyed.
"Show it to me," said the other, in trembling tones; "let's 'ave a look
at it. Let's 'old some of it."
"I can't," was the reply; "there's a committee of the Camels took charge
of it, and they pay my rent and allow me ten shillings a week. Now I
s'pose it'll have to be given back?"
"Don't you talk nonsense," said Mr. Blows, violently. "You go to them
interfering Camels and say you want your money--all of it. Say you're
going to Australia. Say it was my last dying wish."
Mrs. Blows puckered her brow.
"I'll keep quiet upstairs till you've got it," continued her husband,
rapidly. "There was only two men saw me, and I can see now that they
thought I was my own ghost. Send the kids off to your mother for a few
days."
His wife sent them off next morning, and a little later was able to tell
him that his surmise as to his friends' mistake was correct. All
Gravelton was thrilled by the news that the spiritual part of Mr. John
Blows was walking the earth, and much exercised as to his reasons for so
doing.
"Seemed such a monkey trick for 'im to do," complained Mr. Carter, to the
listening circle at the Peal o' Bells. "'I'm a-looking at you, Joe,' he
ses, and he waggled his 'ead as if it was made of india-rubber."
"He'd got something on 'is mind what he wanted to tell you," said a
listener, severely; "you ought to 'ave stopped, Joe, and asked 'im what
it was."
"I think I see myself," said the shivering Mr. Carter. "I think I see
myself."
"Then he wouldn't 'ave troubled you any more," said the other.
Mr. Carter turned pale and eyed him fixedly. "P'r'aps it was only a
death-warning," said another man.
"What d'ye mean, 'only a death-warning'?" demanded the unfortunate Mr.
Carter; "you don't know what you're talking about."
"I 'ad an uncle o' mine see a ghost once," said a third man, anxious to
relieve the tension.
"And what 'appened?" inquired the first speaker. "I'll tell you after
Joe's gone," said the other, with rare consideration.
Mr. Carter called for some more beer and told the barmaid to put a little
gin in it. In a pitiable state of "nerves" he sat at the extreme end of
a bench, and felt that he was an object of unwholesome interest to his
acquaintances. The finishing touch was put to his discomfiture when a
well-meaning friend in a vague and disjointed way advised him to give up
drink, swearing, and any other bad habits which he might have contracted.
[Illustration: "In a pitiable state of 'nerves' he sat at the extreme end
of a bench."]
The committee of the Ancient Order of Camels took the news calmly, and
classed it with pink rats and other abnormalities. In reply to Mrs.
Blows's request for the capital sum, they expressed astonishment that she
could be willing to tear herself away from the hero's grave, and spoke of
the pain which such an act on her part would cause him in the event of
his being conscious of it. In order to show that they were reasonable
men, they allowed her an extra shilling that week.
The hero threw the dole on the bedroom floor, and in a speech bristling
with personalities, consigned the committee to perdition. The
confinement was beginning to tell upon him, and two nights afterward,
just before midnight, he slipped out for a breath of fresh air.
It was a clear night, and all Gravelton with one exception, appeared to
have gone to bed. The exception was Police-constable Collins, and he,
after tracking the skulking figure of Mr. Blows and finally bringing it
to bay in a doorway, kept his for a fort-night. As a sensible man, Mr.
Blows took no credit to himself for the circumstance, but a natural
feeling of satisfaction at the discomfiture of a member of a force for
which he had long entertained a strong objection could not be denied.
Gravelton debated this new appearance with bated breath, and even the
purblind committee of the Camels had to alter their views. They no
longer denied the supernatural nature of the manifestations, but, with
a strange misunderstanding of Mr. Blows's desires, attributed his
restlessness to dissatisfaction with the projected tombstone, and, having
plenty of funds, amended their order for a plain stone at ten guineas to
one in pink marble at twenty-five.
"That there committee," said Mr. Blows to his wife, in a trembling voice,
as he heard of the alteration--"that there committee seem to think that
they can play about with my money as they like. You go and tell 'em you
won't 'ave it. And say you've given up the idea of going to Australia
and you want the money to open a shop with. We'll take a little pub
somewhere."
Mrs. Blows went, and returned in tears, and for two entire days her
husband, a prey to gloom, sat trying to evolve fresh and original ideas
for the possession of the money. On the evening of the second day he
became low-spirited, and going down to the kitchen took a glass from the
dresser and sat down by the beer-cask.
Almost insensibly he began to take a brighter view of things. It was
Saturday night and his wife was out. He shook his head indulgently as he
thought of her, and began to realise how foolish he had been to entrust
such a delicate mission to a woman. The Ancient Order of Camels wanted a
man to talk to them--a man who knew the world and could assail them with
unanswerable arguments. Having applied every known test to make sure
that the cask was empty, he took his cap from a nail and sallied out into
the street.
Old Mrs. Martin, a neighbour, saw him first, and announced the fact with
a scream that brought a dozen people round her. Bereft of speech, she
mouthed dumbly at Mr. Blows.
"I ain't touch--touched her," said that gentleman, earnestly. "I ain't--
been near 'er."
The crowd regarded him wild-eyed. Fresh members came running up, and
pushing for a front place fell back hastily on the main body and watched
breathlessly. Mr. Blows, disquieted by their silence, renewed his
protestations.
"I was coming 'long----"
He broke off suddenly and, turning round, gazed with some heat at a
gentleman who was endeavouring to ascertain whether an umbrella would
pass through him. The investigator backed hastily into the crowd again,
and a faint murmur of surprise arose as the indignant Mr. Blows rubbed
the place.
"He's alive, I tell you," said a voice. "What cheer, Jack!"
"Ullo, Bill," said Mr. Blows, genially.
Bill came forward cautiously, and, first shaking hands, satisfied himself
by various little taps and prods that his friend was really alive.
"It's all right," he shouted; "come and feel."
At least fifty hands accepted the invitation, and, ignoring the threats
and entreaties of Mr. Blows, who was a highly ticklish subject, wandered
briskly over his anatomy. He broke free at last and, supported by Bill
and a friend, set off for the Peal o' Bells.
By the time he arrived there his following had swollen to immense
proportions. Windows were thrown up, and people standing on their
doorsteps shouted inquiries. Congratulations met him on all sides, and
the joy of Mr. Joseph Carter was so great that Mr. Blows was quite
affected.
In high feather at the attention he was receiving, Mr. Blows pushed his
way through the idlers at the door and ascended the short flight of
stairs which led to the room where the members of the Ancient Order of
Camels were holding their lodge. The crowd swarmed up after him.
The door was locked, but in response to his knocking it opened a couple
of inches, and a gruff voice demanded his business. Then, before he
could give it, the doorkeeper reeled back into the room, and Mr. Blows
with a large following pushed his way in.
The president and his officers, who were sitting in state behind a long
table at the end of the room, started to their feet with mingled cries of
indignation and dismay at the intrusion. Mr. Blows, conscious of the
strength of his position, walked up to them.
[Illustration: "Mr. Blows, conscious of the strength of his position,
walked up to them."]
"Mr. Blows!" gasped the president.
"Ah, you didn't expec' see me," said Mr. Blows, with a scornful laugh
"They're trying do me, do me out o' my lill bit o' money, Bill."
"But you ain't got no money," said his bewildered friend.
Mr. Blows turned and eyed him haughtily; then he confronted the staring
president again.
"I've come for--my money," he said, impressively-- "one 'under-eighty
pounds."
"But look 'ere," said the scandalised Bill, tugging at his sleeve; "you
ain't dead, Jack."
"You don't understan'," said Mr. Blows, impatiently. "They know wharri
mean; one 'undereighty pounds. They want to buy me a tombstone, an' I
don't want it. I want the money. Here, stop it! _Dye hear?_" The words
were wrung from him by the action of the president, who, after eyeing him
doubtfully during his remarks, suddenly prodded him with the butt-end of
one of the property spears which leaned against his chair. The solidity
of Mr. Blows was unmistakable, and with a sudden resumption of dignity
the official seated himself and called for silence.
"I'm sorry to say there's been a bit of a mistake made," he said, slowly,
"but I'm glad to say that Mr. Blows has come back to support his wife and
family with the sweat of his own brow. Only a pound or two of the money
so kindly subscribed has been spent, and the remainder will be handed
back to the subscribers."
"Here," said the incensed Mr. Blows, "listen me."
"Take him away," said the president, with great dignity. "Clear the
room. Strangers outside."
Two of the members approached Mr. Blows and, placing their hands on his
shoulders, requested him to withdraw. He went at last, the centre of a
dozen panting men, and becoming wedged on the narrow staircase, spoke
fluently on such widely differing subjects as the rights of man and the
shape of the president's nose.
He finished his remarks in the street, but, becoming aware at last of a
strange lack of sympathy on the part of his audience, he shook off the
arm of the faithful Mr. Carter and stalked moodily home.
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