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-<h1>
-JACK SHEPPARD
-</h1>
-<h3>
-VOLUME I (of III)
-</h3>
-<h2>
-A Romance
-</h2>
-<p>
-<br />
-</p>
-<h2>
-By W. Harrison Ainsworth
-</h2>
-<h4>
-1839
-</h4>
-<div class="middle">
-<pre xml:space="preserve">
-
-<i>“Upon my word, friend,” said I, “you have almost made me
-long to try what a robber I should make.” “There is a great
-art in it, if you did,” quoth he. “Ah! but,” said I,
-“there's a great deal in being hanged.”</i>
-
-<i>Life and Actions of Guzman d'Alfarache.</i>
-</pre>
-</div>
-<div class="fig" style="width:80%;">
-<img src="images/008m.jpg" alt="008m" width="100%" /><br />
-</div>
-<p>
-<br /> <br />
-</p>
-<div class="fig" style="width:80%;">
-<img src="images/009m.jpg" alt="009m" width="100%" /><br />
-</div>
-<p>
-<br /><br />
-</p>
-<hr />
-<p>
-<br /><br />
-</p>
-<p>
-<b>CONTENTS</b>
-</p>
-<p class="toc">
-<a href="#link2H_ILL"> ILLUSTRATIONS: </a>
-</p>
-<p>
-<br />
-</p>
-<p class="toc">
-<a href="#link2H_4_0001"> <b>EPOCH THE FIRST, 1703, JONATHAN WILD</b> </a>
-</p>
-<p class="toc">
-<a href="#link2HCH0001"> CHAPTER I. THE WIDOW AND HER CHILD. </a>
-</p>
-<p class="toc">
-<a href="#link2HCH0002"> CHAPTER II. THE OLD MINT. </a>
-</p>
-<p class="toc">
-<a href="#link2HCH0003"> CHAPTER III. THE MASTER OF THE MINT. </a>
-</p>
-<p class="toc">
-<a href="#link2HCH0004"> CHAPTER IV. THE ROOF AND THE WINDOW. </a>
-</p>
-<p class="toc">
-<a href="#link2HCH0005"> CHAPTER V. THE DENUNCIATION. </a>
-</p>
-<p class="toc">
-<a href="#link2HCH0006"> CHAPTER VI. THE STORM. </a>
-</p>
-<p class="toc">
-<a href="#link2HCH0007"> CHAPTER VII. OLD LONDON BRIDGE. </a>
-</p>
-<p>
-<br />
-</p>
-<p class="toc">
-<a href="#link2H_4_0009"> <b>EPOCH THE SECOND, 1715, THAMES DARRELL</b>
-</a>
-</p>
-<p class="toc">
-<a href="#link2HCH0008"> CHAPTER I. THE IDLE APPRENTICE. </a>
-</p>
-<p class="toc">
-<a href="#link2HCH0009"> CHAPTER II. THAMES DARRELL. </a>
-</p>
-<p class="toc">
-<a href="#link2HCH0010"> CHAPTER III. THE JACOBITE. </a>
-</p>
-<p class="toc">
-<a href="#link2HCH0011"> CHAPTER IV. MR. KNEEBONE AND HIS FRIENDS. </a>
-</p>
-<p class="toc">
-<a href="#link2HCH0012"> CHAPTER V. HAWK AND BUZZARD. </a>
-</p>
-<p class="toc">
-<a href="#link2HCH0013"> CHAPTER VI. THE FIRST STEP TOWARDS THE LADDER.
-</a>
-</p>
-<p class="toc">
-<a href="#link2HCH0014"> CHAPTER VII. BROTHER AND SISTER. </a>
-</p>
-<p class="toc">
-<a href="#link2HCH0015"> CHAPTER VIII. MICHING MALLECHO. </a>
-</p>
-<p class="toc">
-<a href="#link2HCH0016"> CHAPTER IX. CONSEQUENCES OF THE THEFT. </a>
-</p>
-<p class="toc">
-<a href="#link2HCH0017"> CHAPTER X. MOTHER AND SON. </a>
-</p>
-<p class="toc">
-<a href="#link2HCH0018"> CHAPTER XI. THE MOHOCKS. </a>
-</p>
-<p class="toc">
-<a href="#link2HCH0019"> CHAPTER XII. SAINT GILES'S ROUND-HOUSE. </a>
-</p>
-<p>
-<br /><br />
-</p>
-<hr />
-<p>
-<a name="link2H_ILL" id="link2H_ILL"> </a>
-</p>
-<div style="height: 4em;">
-<br /><br /><br /><br />
-</div>
-<p>
-<b>LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS</b>
-</p>
-<p>
-<br />
-</p>
-<p class="toc">
-<a href="#linkimage-0003"> Mr. Wood offers to adopt little Jack Sheppard
-</a>
-</p>
-<p class="toc">
-<a href="#linkimage-0004"> Jonathan Wild discovers Darrell in the Loft
-</a>
-</p>
-<p class="toc">
-<a href="#linkimage-0009"> The Murder on the Thames </a>
-</p>
-<p class="toc">
-<a href="#linkimage-0010"> The Storm </a>
-</p>
-<p class="toc">
-<a href="#linkimage-0011"> The Name on the Beam </a>
-</p>
-<p class="toc">
-<a href="#linkimage-0013"> “May I be cursed if ever I try to be honest
-again” </a>
-</p>
-<p class="toc">
-<a href="#linkimage-0014"> Jack Sheppard exhibits a vindictive character
-</a>
-</p>
-<p class="toc">
-<a href="#linkimage-0015"> Jack Sheppard accuses Thames Darrell of Theft
-</a>
-</p>
-<p>
-<br /><br />
-</p>
-<hr />
-<p>
-<a name="link2H_4_0001" id="link2H_4_0001"> </a>
-</p>
-<div style="height: 4em;">
-<br /><br /><br /><br />
-</div>
-<h2>
-EPOCH THE FIRST, 1703, JONATHAN WILD
-</h2>
-<p>
-<br /><br />
-</p>
-<hr />
-<p>
-<a name="link2HCH0001" id="link2HCH0001"> </a>
-</p>
-<div style="height: 4em;">
-<br /><br /><br /><br />
-</div>
-<h2>
-CHAPTER I. THE WIDOW AND HER CHILD.
-</h2>
-<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">O</span>n the night of Friday, the 26th of November, 1703, and at the hour of
-eleven, the door of a miserable habitation, situated in an obscure quarter
-of the Borough of Southwark, known as the Old Mint, was opened; and a man,
-with a lantern in his hand, appeared at the threshold. This person, whose
-age might be about forty, was attired in a brown double-breasted frieze
-coat, with very wide skirts, and a very narrow collar; a light drugget
-waistcoat, with pockets reaching to the knees; black plush breeches; grey
-worsted hose; and shoes with round toes, wooden heels, and high quarters,
-fastened by small silver buckles. He wore a three-cornered hat, a
-sandy-coloured scratch wig, and had a thick woollen wrapper folded round
-his throat. His clothes had evidently seen some service, and were
-plentifully begrimed with the dust of the workshop. Still he had a decent
-look, and decidedly the air of one well-to-do in the world. In stature, he
-was short and stumpy; in person, corpulent; and in countenance, sleek,
-snub-nosed, and demure.
-</p>
-<p>
-Immediately behind this individual, came a pale, poverty-stricken woman,
-whose forlorn aspect contrasted strongly with his plump and comfortable
-physiognomy. She was dressed in a tattered black stuff gown, discoloured
-by various stains, and intended, it would seem, from the remnants of rusty
-crape with which it was here and there tricked out, to represent the garb
-of widowhood, and held in her arms a sleeping infant, swathed in the folds
-of a linsey-woolsey shawl.
-</p>
-<p>
-Notwithstanding her emaciation, her features still retained something of a
-pleasing expression, and might have been termed beautiful, had it not been
-for that repulsive freshness of lip denoting the habitual dram-drinker; a
-freshness in her case rendered the more shocking from the almost livid hue
-of the rest of her complexion. She could not be more than twenty; and
-though want and other suffering had done the work of time, had wasted her
-frame, and robbed her cheek of its bloom and roundness, they had not
-extinguished the lustre of her eyes, nor thinned her raven hair. Checking
-an ominous cough, that, ever and anon, convulsed her lungs, the poor woman
-addressed a few parting words to her companion, who lingered at the
-doorway as if he had something on his mind, which he did not very well
-know how to communicate.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Well, good night, Mr. Wood,” said she, in the deep, hoarse accents of
-consumption; “and may God Almighty bless and reward you for your kindness!
-You were always the best of masters to my poor husband; and now you've
-proved the best of friends to his widow and orphan boy.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Poh! poh! say no more about it,” rejoined the man hastily. “I've done no
-more than my duty, Mrs. Sheppard, and neither deserve nor desire your
-thanks. 'Whoso giveth to the poor lendeth to the Lord;' that's my comfort.
-And such slight relief as I can afford should have been offered earlier,
-if I'd known where you'd taken refuge after your unfortunate husband's—”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Execution, you would say, Sir,” added Mrs. Sheppard, with a deep sigh,
-perceiving that her benefactor hesitated to pronounce the word. “You show
-more consideration to the feelings of a hempen widow, than there is any
-need to show. I'm used to insult as I am to misfortune, and am grown
-callous to both; but I'm <i>not</i> used to compassion, and know not how
-to take it. My heart would speak if it could, for it is very full. There
-was a time, long, long ago, when the tears would have rushed to my eyes
-unbidden at the bare mention of generosity like yours, Mr. Wood; but they
-never come now. I have never wept since that day.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“And I trust you will never have occasion to weep again, my poor soul,”
- replied Wood, setting down his lantern, and brushing a few drops from his
-eyes, “unless it be tears of joy. Pshaw!” added he, making an effort to
-subdue his emotion, “I can't leave you in this way. I must stay a minute
-longer, if only to see you smile.”
- </p>
-<p>
-So saying, he re-entered the house, closed the door, and, followed by the
-widow, proceeded to the fire-place, where a handful of chips, apparently
-just lighted, crackled within the rusty grate.
-</p>
-<p>
-The room in which this interview took place had a sordid and miserable
-look. Rotten, and covered with a thick coat of dirt, the boards of the
-floor presented a very insecure footing; the bare walls were scored all
-over with grotesque designs, the chief of which represented the punishment
-of Nebuchadnezzar. The rest were hieroglyphic characters, executed in red
-chalk and charcoal. The ceiling had, in many places, given way; the laths
-had been removed; and, where any plaster remained, it was either mapped
-and blistered with damps, or festooned with dusty cobwebs. Over an old
-crazy bedstead was thrown a squalid, patchwork counterpane; and upon the
-counterpane lay a black hood and scarf, a pair of bodice of the cumbrous
-form in vogue at the beginning of the last century, and some other
-articles of female attire. On a small shelf near the foot of the bed stood
-a couple of empty phials, a cracked ewer and basin, a brown jug without a
-handle, a small tin coffee-pot without a spout, a saucer of rouge, a
-fragment of looking-glass, and a flask, labelled “<i>Rosa Solis</i>.”
- Broken pipes littered the floor, if that can be said to be littered,
-which, in the first instance, was a mass of squalor and filth.
-</p>
-<p>
-Over the chimney-piece was pasted a handbill, purporting to be “<i>The
-last Dying Speech and Confession of</i> TOM SHEPPARD, <i>the Notorious
-Housebreaker, who suffered at Tyburn on the 25th of February, 1703.</i>”
- This placard was adorned with a rude wood-cut, representing the unhappy
-malefactor at the place of execution. On one side of the handbill a print
-of the reigning sovereign, Anne, had been pinned over the portrait of
-William the Third, whose aquiline nose, keen eyes, and luxuriant wig, were
-just visible above the diadem of the queen. On the other a wretched
-engraving of the Chevalier de Saint George, or, as he was styled in the
-label attached to the portrait, James the Third, raised a suspicion that
-the inmate of the house was not altogether free from some tincture of
-Jacobitism.
-</p>
-<p>
-Beneath these prints, a cluster of hobnails, driven into the wall, formed
-certain letters, which, if properly deciphered, produced the words, “<i>Paul
-Groves, cobler;</i>” and under the name, traced in charcoal, appeared the
-following record of the poor fellow's fate, “<i>Hung himsel' in this rum
-for luv off licker;</i>” accompanied by a graphic sketch of the unhappy
-suicide dangling from a beam. A farthing candle, stuck in a bottle neck,
-shed its feeble light upon the table, which, owing to the provident
-kindness of Mr. Wood, was much better furnished with eatables than might
-have been expected, and boasted a loaf, a knuckle of ham, a meat-pie, and
-a flask of wine.
-</p>
-<p>
-“You've but a sorry lodging, Mrs. Sheppard,” said Wood, glancing round the
-chamber, as he expanded his palms before the scanty flame.
-</p>
-<p>
-“It's wretched enough, indeed, Sir,” rejoined the widow; “but, poor as it
-is, it's better than the cold stones and open streets.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Of course—of course,” returned Wood, hastily; “anything's better
-than that. But take a drop of wine,” urged he, filling a drinking-horn and
-presenting it to her; “it's choice canary, and'll do you good. And now,
-come and sit by me, my dear, and let's have a little quiet chat together.
-When things are at the worst, they'll mend. Take my word for it, your
-troubles are over.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I hope they are, Sir,” answered Mrs. Sheppard, with a faint smile and a
-doubtful shake of the head, as Wood drew her to a seat beside him, “for
-I've had my full share of misery. But I don't look for peace on this side
-the grave.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Nonsense!” cried Wood; “while there's life there's hope. Never be
-down-hearted. Besides,” added he, opening the shawl in which the infant
-was wrapped, and throwing the light of the candle full upon its sickly,
-but placid features, “it's sinful to repine while you've a child like this
-to comfort you. Lord help him! he's the very image of his father. Like
-carpenter, like chips.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“That likeness is the chief cause of my misery,” replied the widow,
-shuddering. “Were it not for that, he would indeed be a blessing and a
-comfort to me. He never cries nor frets, as children generally do, but
-lies at my bosom, or on my knee, as quiet and as gentle as you see him
-now. But, when I look upon his innocent face, and see how like he is to
-his father,—when I think of that father's shameful ending, and
-recollect how free from guilt <i>he</i> once was,—at such times, Mr.
-Wood, despair will come over me; and, dear as this babe is to me, far
-dearer than my own wretched life, which I would lay down for him any
-minute, I have prayed to Heaven to remove him, rather than he should grow
-up to be a man, and be exposed to his father's temptations—rather
-than he should live as wickedly and die as disgracefully as his father.
-And, when I have seen him pining away before my eyes, getting thinner and
-thinner every day, I have sometimes thought my prayers were heard.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Marriage and hanging go by destiny,” observed Wood, after a pause; “but I
-trust your child is reserved for a better fate than either, Mrs.
-Sheppard.”
- </p>
-<p>
-The latter part of this speech was delivered with so much significance of
-manner, that a bystander might have inferred that Mr. Wood was not
-particularly fortunate in his own matrimonial connections.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Goodness only knows what he's reserved for,” rejoined the widow in a
-desponding tone; “but if Mynheer Van Galgebrok, whom I met last night at
-the Cross Shovels, spoke the truth, little Jack will never die in his
-bed.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Save us!” exclaimed Wood. “And who is this Van Gal—Gal—what's
-his outlandish name?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Van Galgebrok,” replied the widow. “He's the famous Dutch conjuror who
-foretold King William's accident and death, last February but one, a month
-before either event happened, and gave out that another prince over the
-water would soon enjoy his own again; for which he was committed to
-Newgate, and whipped at the cart's tail. He went by another name then,—Rykhart
-Scherprechter I think he called himself. His fellow-prisoners nicknamed
-him the gallows-provider, from a habit he had of picking out all those who
-were destined to the gibbet. He was never known to err, and was as much
-dreaded as the jail-fever in consequence. He singled out my poor husband
-from a crowd of other felons; and you know how right he was in that case,
-Sir.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Ay, marry,” replied Wood, with a look that seemed to say that he did not
-think it required any surprising skill in the art of divination to predict
-the doom of the individual in question; but whatever opinion he might
-entertain, he contented himself with inquiring into the grounds of the
-conjuror's evil augury respecting the infant. “What did the old fellow
-judge from, eh, Joan?” asked he.
-</p>
-<p>
-“From a black mole under the child's right ear, shaped like a coffin,
-which is a bad sign; and a deep line just above the middle of the left
-thumb, meeting round about in the form of a noose, which is a worse,”
- replied Mrs. Sheppard. “To be sure, it's not surprising the poor little
-thing should be so marked; for, when I lay in the women-felons' ward in
-Newgate, where he first saw the light, or at least such light as ever
-finds entrance into that gloomy place, I had nothing, whether sleeping or
-waking, but halters, and gibbets, and coffins, and such like horrible
-visions, for ever dancing round me! And then, you know, Sir—but,
-perhaps, you don't know that little Jack was born, a month before his
-time, on the very day his poor father suffered.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Lord bless us!” ejaculated Wood, “how shocking! No, I did <i>not</i> know
-that.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“You may see the marks on the child yourself, if you choose, Sir,” urged
-the widow.
-</p>
-<p>
-“See the devil!—not I,” cried Wood impatiently. “I didn't think
-you'd been so easily fooled, Joan.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Fooled or not,” returned Mrs. Sheppard mysteriously, “old Van told me <i>one</i>
-thing which has come true already.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“What's that?” asked Wood with some curiosity.
-</p>
-<p>
-“He said, by way of comfort, I suppose, after the fright he gave me at
-first, that the child would find a friend within twenty-four hours, who
-would stand by him through life.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“A friend is not so soon gained as lost,” replied Wood; “but how has the
-prediction been fulfilled, Joan, eh?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I thought you would have guessed, Sir,” replied the widow, timidly. “I'm
-sure little Jack has but one friend beside myself, in the world, and
-that's more than I would have ventured to say for him yesterday. However,
-I've not told you all; for old Van <i>did</i> say something about the
-child saving his new-found friend's life at the time of meeting; but how
-that's to happen, I'm sure I can't guess.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Nor any one else in his senses,” rejoined Wood, with a laugh. “It's not
-very likely that a babby of nine months old will save <i>my</i> life, if
-I'm to be his friend, as you seem to say, Mrs. Sheppard. But I've not
-promised to stand by him yet; nor will I, unless he turns out an honest
-lad,—mind that. Of all crafts,—and it was the only craft his
-poor father, who, to do him justice, was one of the best workmen that ever
-handled a saw or drove a nail, could never understand,—of all
-crafts, I say, to be an honest man is the master-craft. As long as your
-son observes that precept I'll befriend him, but no longer.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I don't desire it, Sir,” replied Mrs. Sheppard, meekly.
-</p>
-<p>
-“There's an old proverb,” continued Wood, rising and walking towards the
-fire, “which says,—'Put another man's child in your bosom, and he'll
-creep out at your elbow.' But I don't value that, because I think it
-applies to one who marries a widow with encumbrances; and that's not my
-case, you know.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Well, Sir,” gasped Mrs. Sheppard.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Well, my dear, I've a proposal to make in regard to this babby of yours,
-which may, or may not, be agreeable. All I can say is, it's well meant;
-and I may add, I'd have made it five minutes ago, if you'd given me the
-opportunity.”
- </p>
-<p>
-<br /><br />
-</p>
-<hr />
-<p>
-<a name="linkimage-0003" id="linkimage-0003"> </a>
-</p>
-<div class="fig" style="width:35%;">
-<img src="images/034s.jpg" alt="034s " width="100%" /><br />
-</div>
-<h4>
-<a href="images/034.jpg"><i>Original Size</i></a> -- <a
-href="images/034m.jpg"><i>Medium-Size</i></a>
-</h4>
-<p>
-“Pray come to the point, Sir,” said Mrs. Sheppard, somewhat alarmed by
-this preamble.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I <i>am</i> coming to the point, Joan. The more haste, the worse speed—better
-the feet slip than the tongue. However, to cut a long matter short, my
-proposal's this:—I've taken a fancy to your bantling, and, as I've
-no son of my own, if it meets with your concurrence and that of Mrs. Wood,
-(for I never do anything without consulting my better half,) I'll take the
-boy, educate him, and bring him up to my own business of a carpenter.”
- </p>
-<p>
-The poor widow hung her head, and pressed her child closer to her breast.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Well, Joan,” said the benevolent mechanic, after he had looked at her
-steadfastly for a few moments, “what say you?—silence gives consent,
-eh?”
- </p>
-<p>
-Mrs. Sheppard made an effort to speak, but her voice was choked by
-emotion.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Shall I take the babby home with me!” persisted Wood, in a tone between
-jest and earnest.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I cannot part with him,” replied the widow, bursting into tears; “indeed,
-indeed, I cannot.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“So I've found out the way to move her,” thought the carpenter; “those
-tears will do her some good, at all events. Not part with him!” added he
-aloud. “Why you wouldn't stand in the way of his good fortune <i>surely</i>?
-I'll be a second father to him, I tell you. Remember what the conjuror
-said.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I <i>do</i> remember it, Sir,” replied Mrs. Sheppard, “and am most
-grateful for your offer. But I dare not accept it.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Dare not!” echoed the carpenter; “I don't understand you, Joan.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I mean to say, Sir,” answered Mrs. Sheppard in a troubled voice, “that if
-I lost my child, I should lose all I have left in the world. I have
-neither father, mother, brother, sister, nor husband—I have only <i>him</i>.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“If I ask you to part with him, my good woman, it's to better his
-condition, I suppose, ain't it?” rejoined Wood angrily; for, though he had
-no serious intention of carrying his proposal into effect, he was rather
-offended at having it declined. “It's not an offer,” continued he, “that
-I'm likely to make, or you're likely to receive every day in the year.”
- </p>
-<p>
-And muttering some remarks, which we do not care to repeat, reflecting
-upon the consistency of the sex, he was preparing once more to depart,
-when Mrs. Sheppard stopped him.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Give me till to-morrow,” implored she, “and if I <i>can</i> bring myself
-to part with him, you shall have him without another word.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Take time to consider of it,” replied Wood sulkily, “there's no hurry.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Don't be angry with me, Sir,” cried the widow, sobbing bitterly, “pray
-don't. I know I am undeserving of your bounty; but if I were to tell you
-what hardships I have undergone—to what frightful extremities I have
-been reduced—and to what infamy I have submitted, to earn a scanty
-subsistence for this child's sake,—if you could feel what it is to
-stand alone in the world as I do, bereft of all who have ever loved me,
-and shunned by all who have ever known me, except the worthless and the
-wretched,—if you knew (and Heaven grant you may be spared the
-knowledge!) how much affliction sharpens love, and how much more dear to
-me my child has become for every sacrifice I have made for him,—if
-you were told all this, you would, I am sure, pity rather than reproach
-me, because I cannot at once consent to a separation, which I feel would
-break my heart. But give me till to-morrow—only till to-morrow—I
-may be able to part with him then.”
- </p>
-<p>
-The worthy carpenter was now far more angry with himself than he had
-previously been with Mrs. Sheppard; and, as soon as he could command his
-feelings, which were considerably excited by the mention of her
-distresses, he squeezed her hand warmly, bestowed a hearty execration upon
-his own inhumanity, and swore he would neither separate her from her
-child, nor suffer any one else to separate them.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Plague on't!” added he: “I never meant to take your babby from you. But
-I'd a mind to try whether you really loved him as much as you pretended. I
-was to blame to carry the matter so far. However, confession of a fault
-makes half amends for it. A time <i>may</i> come when this little chap
-will need my aid, and, depend upon it, he shall never want a friend in
-Owen Wood.”
- </p>
-<p>
-As he said this, the carpenter patted the cheek of the little object of
-his benevolent professions, and, in so doing, unintentionally aroused him
-from his slumbers. Opening a pair of large black eyes, the child fixed
-them for an instant upon Wood, and then, alarmed by the light, uttered a
-low and melancholy cry, which, however, was speedily stilled by the
-caresses of his mother, towards whom he extended his tiny arms, as if
-imploring protection.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I don't think he would leave me, even if I could part with him,” observed
-Mrs. Sheppard, smiling through her tears.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I don't think he would,” acquiesced the carpenter. “No friend like the
-mother, for the babby knows no other.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“And that's true,” rejoined Mrs. Sheppard; “for if I had <i>not</i> been a
-mother, I would not have survived the day on which I became a widow.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“You mustn't think of that, Mrs. Sheppard,” said Wood in a soothing tone.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I can't help thinking of it, Sir,” answered the widow. “I can never get
-poor Tom's last look out of my head, as he stood in the Stone-Hall at
-Newgate, after his irons had been knocked off, unless I manage to stupify
-myself somehow. The dismal tolling of St. Sepulchre's bell is for ever
-ringing in my ears—oh!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“If that's the case,” observed Wood, “I'm surprised you should like to
-have such a frightful picture constantly in view as that over the
-chimney-piece.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I'd good reasons for placing it there, Sir; but don't question me about
-them now, or you'll drive me mad,” returned Mrs. Sheppard wildly.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Well, well, we'll say no more about it,” replied Wood; “and, by way of
-changing the subject, let me advise you on no account to fly to strong
-waters for consolation, Joan. One nail drives out another, it's true; but
-the worst nail you can employ is a coffin-nail. Gin Lane's the nearest
-road to the churchyard.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“It may be; but if it shortens the distance and lightens the journey, I
-care not,” retorted the widow, who seemed by this reproach to be roused
-into sudden eloquence. “To those who, like me, have never been able to get
-out of the dark and dreary paths of life, the grave is indeed a refuge,
-and the sooner they reach it the better. The spirit I drink may be poison,—it
-may kill me,—perhaps it <i>is</i> killing me:—but so would
-hunger, cold, misery,—so would my own thoughts. I should have gone
-mad without it. Gin is the poor man's friend,—his sole set-off
-against the rich man's luxury. It comforts him when he is most forlorn. It
-may be treacherous, it may lay up a store of future woe; but it insures
-present happiness, and that is sufficient. When I have traversed the
-streets a houseless wanderer, driven with curses from every door where I
-have solicited alms, and with blows from every gateway where I have sought
-shelter,—when I have crept into some deserted building, and
-stretched my wearied limbs upon a bulk, in the vain hope of repose,—or,
-worse than all, when, frenzied with want, I have yielded to horrible
-temptation, and earned a meal in the only way I could earn one,—when
-I have felt, at times like these, my heart sink within me, I have drank of
-this drink, and have at once forgotten my cares, my poverty, my guilt. Old
-thoughts, old feelings, old faces, and old scenes have returned to me, and
-I have fancied myself happy,—as happy as I am now.” And she burst
-into a wild hysterical laugh.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Poor creature!” ejaculated Wood. “Do you call this frantic glee
-happiness?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“It's all the happiness I have known for years,” returned the widow,
-becoming suddenly calm, “and it's short-lived enough, as you perceive. I
-tell you what, Mr. Wood,” added she in a hollow voice, and with a ghastly
-look, “gin may bring ruin; but as long as poverty, vice, and ill-usage
-exist, it will be drunk.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“God forbid!” exclaimed Wood, fervently; and, as if afraid of prolonging
-the interview, he added, with some precipitation, “But I must be going:
-I've stayed here too long already. You shall hear from me to-morrow.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Stay!” said Mrs. Sheppard, again arresting his departure. “I've just
-recollected that my husband left a key with me, which he charged me to
-give you when I could find an opportunity.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“A key!” exclaimed Wood eagerly. “I lost a very valuable one some time
-ago. What's it like, Joan?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“It's a small key, with curiously-fashioned wards.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“It's mine, I'll be sworn,” rejoined Wood. “Well, who'd have thought of
-finding it in this unexpected way!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Don't be too sure till you see it,” said the widow. “Shall I fetch it for
-you, Sir?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“By all means.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I must trouble you to hold the child, then, for a minute, while I run up
-to the garret, where I've hidden it for safety,” said Mrs. Sheppard. “I
-think I <i>may</i> trust him with you, Sir,” added she, taking up the
-candle.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Don't leave him, if you're at all fearful, my dear,” replied Wood,
-receiving the little burthen with a laugh. “Poor thing!” muttered he, as
-the widow departed on her errand, “she's seen better days and better
-circumstances than she'll ever see again, I'm sure. Strange, I could never
-learn her history. Tom Sheppard was always a close file, and would never
-tell whom he married. Of this I'm certain, however, she was much too good
-for him, and was never meant to be a journeyman carpenter's wife, still
-less what is she now. Her heart's in the right place, at all events; and,
-since that's the case, the rest may perhaps come round,—that is, if
-she gets through her present illness. A dry cough's the trumpeter of
-death. If that's true, she's not long for this world. As to this little
-fellow, in spite of the Dutchman, who, in my opinion, is more of a
-Jacobite than a conjurer, and more of a knave than either, he shall never
-mount a horse foaled by an acorn, if I can help it.”
- </p>
-<p>
-The course of the carpenter's meditations was here interrupted by a loud
-note of lamentation from the child, who, disturbed by the transfer, and
-not receiving the gentle solace to which he was ordinarily accustomed,
-raised his voice to the utmost, and exerted his feeble strength to escape.
-For a few moments Mr. Wood dandled his little charge to and fro, after the
-most approved nursery fashion, essaying at the same time the soothing
-influence of an infantine melody proper to the occasion; but, failing in
-his design, he soon lost all patience, and being, as we have before
-hinted, rather irritable, though extremely well-meaning, he lifted the
-unhappy bantling in the air, and shook him with so much good will, that he
-had well-nigh silenced him most effectually. A brief calm succeeded. But
-with returning breath came returning vociferations; and the carpenter,
-with a faint hope of lessening the clamour by change of scene, took up his
-lantern, opened the door, and walked out.
-</p>
-<p>
-<br /><br />
-</p>
-<hr />
-<p>
-<a name="link2HCH0002" id="link2HCH0002"> </a>
-</p>
-<div style="height: 4em;">
-<br /><br /><br /><br />
-</div>
-<h2>
-CHAPTER II. THE OLD MINT.
-</h2>
-<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">M</span>rs. Sheppard's habitation terminated a row of old ruinous buildings,
-called Wheeler's Rents; a dirty thoroughfare, part street, and part lane,
-running from Mint Street, through a variety of turnings, and along the
-brink of a deep kennel, skirted by a number of petty and neglected gardens
-in the direction of Saint George's Fields. The neighbouring houses were
-tenanted by the lowest order of insolvent traders, thieves, mendicants,
-and other worthless and nefarious characters, who fled thither to escape
-from their creditors, or to avoid the punishment due to their different
-offenses; for we may observe that the Old Mint, although it had been
-divested of some of its privileges as a sanctuary by a recent statute
-passed in the reign of William the Third, still presented a safe asylum to
-the debtor, and even continued to do so until the middle of the reign of
-George the First, when the crying nature of the evil called loudly for a
-remedy, and another and more sweeping enactment entirely took away its
-immunities. In consequence of the encouragement thus offered to
-dishonesty, and the security afforded to crime, this quarter of the
-Borough of Southwark was accounted (at the period of our narrative) the
-grand receptacle of the superfluous villainy of the metropolis. Infested
-by every description of vagabond and miscreant, it was, perhaps, a few
-degrees worse than the rookery near Saint Giles's and the desperate
-neighbourhood of Saffron Hill in our own time. And yet, on the very site
-of the sordid tenements and squalid courts we have mentioned, where the
-felon openly made his dwelling, and the fraudulent debtor laughed the
-object of his knavery to scorn—on this spot, not two centuries ago,
-stood the princely residence of Charles Brandon, the chivalrous Duke of
-Suffolk, whose stout heart was a well of honour, and whose memory breathes
-of loyalty and valour. Suffolk House, as Brandon's palace was denominated,
-was subsequently converted into a mint by his royal brother-in-law, Henry
-the Eighth; and, after its demolition, and the removal of the place of
-coinage to the Tower, the name was still continued to the district in
-which it had been situated.
-</p>
-<p>
-Old and dilapidated, the widow's domicile looked the very picture of
-desolation and misery. Nothing more forlorn could be conceived. The roof
-was partially untiled; the chimneys were tottering; the side-walls bulged,
-and were supported by a piece of timber propped against the opposite
-house; the glass in most of the windows was broken, and its place supplied
-with paper; while, in some cases, the very frames of the windows had been
-destroyed, and the apertures were left free to the airs of heaven. On the
-groundfloor the shutters were closed, or, to speak more correctly,
-altogether nailed up, and presented a very singular appearance, being
-patched all over with the soles of old shoes, rusty hobnails, and bits of
-iron hoops, the ingenious device of the former occupant of the apartment,
-Paul Groves, the cobbler, to whom we have before alluded.
-</p>
-<p>
-It was owing to the untimely end of this poor fellow that Mrs. Sheppard
-was enabled to take possession of the premises. In a fit of despondency,
-superinduced by drunkenness, he made away with himself; and when the body
-was discovered, after a lapse of some months, such was the impression
-produced by the spectacle—such the alarm occasioned by the crazy
-state of the building, and, above all, by the terror inspired by strange
-and unearthly noises heard during the night, which were, of course,
-attributed to the spirit of the suicide, that the place speedily enjoyed
-the reputation of being haunted, and was, consequently, entirely
-abandoned. In this state Mrs. Sheppard found it; and, as no one opposed
-her, she at once took up her abode there; nor was she long in discovering
-that the dreaded sounds proceeded from the nocturnal gambols of a legion
-of rats.
-</p>
-<p>
-A narrow entry, formed by two low walls, communicated with the main
-thoroughfare; and in this passage, under the cover of a penthouse, stood
-Wood, with his little burthen, to whom we shall now return.
-</p>
-<p>
-As Mrs. Sheppard did not make her appearance quite so soon as he expected,
-the carpenter became a little fidgetty, and, having succeeded in
-tranquillizing the child, he thought proper to walk so far down the entry
-as would enable him to reconnoitre the upper windows of the house. A light
-was visible in the garret, feebly struggling through the damp atmosphere,
-for the night was raw and overcast. This light did not remain stationary,
-but could be seen at one moment glimmering through the rents in the roof,
-and at another shining through the cracks in the wall, or the broken panes
-of the casement. Wood was unable to discover the figure of the widow, but
-he recognised her dry, hacking cough, and was about to call her down, if
-she could not find the key, as he imagined must be the case, when a loud
-noise was heard, as though a chest, or some weighty substance, had fallen
-upon the floor.
-</p>
-<p>
-Before Wood had time to inquire into the cause of this sound, his
-attention was diverted by a man, who rushed past the entry with the
-swiftness of desperation. This individual apparently met with some
-impediment to his further progress; for he had not proceeded many steps
-when he turned suddenly about, and darted up the passage in which Wood
-stood.
-</p>
-<p>
-Uttering a few inarticulate ejaculations,—for he was completely out
-of breath,—the fugitive placed a bundle in the arms of the
-carpenter, and, regardless of the consternation he excited in the breast
-of that personage, who was almost stupified with astonishment, he began to
-divest himself of a heavy horseman's cloak, which he threw over Wood's
-shoulder, and, drawing his sword, seemed to listen intently for the
-approach of his pursuers.
-</p>
-<p>
-The appearance of the new-comer was extremely prepossessing; and, after
-his trepidation had a little subsided, Wood began to regard him with some
-degree of interest. Evidently in the flower of his age, he was scarcely
-less remarkable for symmetry of person than for comeliness of feature;
-and, though his attire was plain and unpretending, it was such as could be
-worn only by one belonging to the higher ranks of society. His figure was
-tall and commanding, and the expression of his countenance (though
-somewhat disturbed by his recent exertion) was resolute and stern.
-</p>
-<p>
-At this juncture, a cry burst from the child, who, nearly smothered by the
-weight imposed upon him, only recovered the use of his lungs as Wood
-altered the position of the bundle. The stranger turned his head at the
-sound.
-</p>
-<p>
-“By Heaven!” cried he in a tone of surprise, “you have an infant there?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“To be sure I have,” replied Wood, angrily; for, finding that the
-intentions of the stranger were pacific, so far as he was concerned, he
-thought he might safely venture on a slight display of spirit. “It's very
-well you haven't crushed the poor little thing to death with this
-confounded clothes'-bag. But some people have no consideration.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“That child may be the means of saving me,” muttered the stranger, as if
-struck by a new idea: “I shall gain time by the expedient. Do you live
-here?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Not exactly,” answered the carpenter.
-</p>
-<p>
-“No matter. The door is open, so it is needless to ask leave to enter.
-Ha!” exclaimed the stranger, as shouts and other vociferations resounded
-at no great distance along the thoroughfare, “not a moment is to be lost.
-Give me that precious charge,” he added, snatching the bundle from Wood.
-“If I escape, I will reward you. Your name?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Owen Wood,” replied the carpenter; “I've no reason to be ashamed of it.
-And now, a fair exchange, Sir. Yours?”
- </p>
-<p>
-The stranger hesitated. The shouts drew nearer, and lights were seen
-flashing ruddily against the sides and gables of the neighbouring houses.
-</p>
-<p>
-“My name is Darrell,” said the fugitive hastily. “But, if you are
-discovered, answer no questions, as you value your life. Wrap yourself in
-my cloak, and keep it. Remember! not a word!”
- </p>
-<p>
-So saying, he huddled the mantle over Wood's shoulders, dashed the lantern
-to the ground, and extinguished the light. A moment afterwards, the door
-was closed and bolted, and the carpenter found himself alone.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Mercy on us!” cried he, as a thrill of apprehension ran through his
-frame. “The Dutchman was right, after all.”
- </p>
-<p>
-This exclamation had scarcely escaped him, when the discharge of a pistol
-was heard, and a bullet whizzed past his ears.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I have him!” cried a voice in triumph.
-</p>
-<p>
-A man, then, rushed up the entry, and, seizing the unlucky carpenter by
-the collar, presented a drawn sword to his throat. This person was
-speedily followed by half a dozen others, some of whom carried flambeaux.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Mur—der!” roared Wood, struggling to free himself from his
-assailant, by whom he was half strangled.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Damnation!” exclaimed one of the leaders of the party in a furious tone,
-snatching a torch from an attendant, and throwing its light full upon the
-face of the carpenter; “this is not the villain, Sir Cecil.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“So I find, Rowland,” replied the other, in accents of deep
-disappointment, and at the same time relinquishing his grasp. “I could
-have sworn I saw him enter this passage. And how comes his cloak on this
-knave's shoulders?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“It is his cloak, of a surety,” returned Rowland “Harkye, sirrah,”
- continued he, haughtily interrogating Wood; “where is the person from whom
-you received this mantle?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Throttling a man isn't the way to make him answer questions,” replied the
-carpenter, doggedly. “You'll get nothing out of me, I can promise you,
-unless you show a little more civility.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“We waste time with this fellow,” interposed Sir Cecil, “and may lose the
-object of our quest, who, beyond doubt, has taken refuge in this building.
-Let us search it.”
- </p>
-<p>
-Just then, the infant began to sob piteously.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Hist!” cried Rowland, arresting his comrade. “Do you hear that! We are
-not wholly at fault. The dog-fox cannot be far off, since the cub is
-found.”
- </p>
-<p>
-With these words, he tore the mantle from Wood's back, and, perceiving the
-child, endeavoured to seize it. In this attempt he was, however, foiled by
-the agility of the carpenter, who managed to retreat to the door, against
-which he placed his back, kicking the boards vigorously with his heel.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Joan! Joan!” vociferated he, “open the door, for God's sake, or I shall
-be murdered, and so will your babby! Open the door quickly, I say.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Knock him on the head,” thundered Sir Cecil, “or we shall have the watch
-upon us.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“No fear of that,” rejoined Rowland: “such vermin never dare to show
-themselves in this privileged district. All we have to apprehend is a
-rescue.”
- </p>
-<p>
-The hint was not lost upon Wood. He tried to raise an outcry, but his
-throat was again forcibly griped by Rowland.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Another such attempt,” said the latter, “and you are a dead man. Yield up
-the babe, and I pledge my word you shall remain unmolested.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I will yield it to no one but its mother,” answered Wood.
-</p>
-<p>
-“'Sdeath! do you trifle with me, sirrah?” cried Rowland fiercely. “Give me
-the child, or—”
- </p>
-<p>
-As he spoke the door was thrown open, and Mrs. Sheppard staggered forward.
-She looked paler than ever; but her countenance, though bewildered, did
-not exhibit the alarm which might naturally have been anticipated from the
-strange and perplexing scene presented to her view.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Take it,” cried Wood, holding the infant towards her; “take it, and fly.”
- </p>
-<p>
-Mrs. Sheppard put out her arms mechanically. But before the child could be
-committed to her care, it was wrested from the carpenter by Rowland.
-</p>
-<p>
-“These people are all in league with him,” cried the latter. “But don't
-wait for me, Sir Cecil. Enter the house with your men. I'll dispose of the
-brat.”
- </p>
-<p>
-This injunction was instantly obeyed. The knight and his followers crossed
-the threshold, leaving one of the torch-bearers behind them.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Davies,” said Rowland, delivering the babe, with a meaning look, to his
-attendant.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I understand, Sir,” replied Davies, drawing a little aside. And, setting
-down the link, he proceeded deliberately to untie his cravat.
-</p>
-<p>
-“My God! will you see your child strangled before your eyes, and not so
-much as scream for help?” said Wood, staring at the widow with a look of
-surprise and horror. “Woman, your wits are fled!”
- </p>
-<p>
-And so it seemed; for all the answer she could make was to murmur
-distractedly, “I can't find the key.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Devil take the key!” ejaculated Wood. “They're about to murder your child—<i>your</i>
-child, I tell you! Do you comprehend what I say, Joan?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I've hurt my head,” replied Mrs. Sheppard, pressing her hand to her
-temples.
-</p>
-<p>
-And then, for the first time, Wood noticed a small stream of blood
-coursing slowly down her cheek.
-</p>
-<p>
-At this moment, Davies, who had completed his preparations, extinguished
-the torch.
-</p>
-<p>
-“It's all over,” groaned Wood, “and perhaps it's as well her senses are
-gone. However, I'll make a last effort to save the poor little creature,
-if it costs me my life.”
- </p>
-<p>
-And, with this generous resolve, he shouted at the top of his voice,
-“Arrest! arrest! help! help!” seconding the words with a shrill and
-peculiar cry, well known at the time to the inhabitants of the quarter in
-which it was uttered.
-</p>
-<p>
-In reply to this summons a horn was instantly blown at the corner of the
-street.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Arrest!” vociferated Wood. “Mint! Mint!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Death and hell!” cried Rowland, making a furious pass at the carpenter,
-who fortunately avoided the thrust in the darkness; “will nothing silence
-you?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Help!” ejaculated Wood, renewing his cries. “Arrest!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Jigger closed!” shouted a hoarse voice in reply. “All's bowman, my covey.
-Fear nothing. We'll be upon the ban-dogs before they can shake their
-trotters!”
- </p>
-<p>
-And the alarm was sounded more loudly than ever.
-</p>
-<p>
-Another horn now resounded from the further extremity of the thoroughfare;
-this was answered by a third; and presently a fourth, and more remote
-blast, took up the note of alarm. The whole neighbourhood was disturbed. A
-garrison called to arms at dead of night on the sudden approach of the
-enemy, could not have been more expeditiously, or effectually aroused.
-Rattles were sprung; lanterns lighted, and hoisted at the end of poles;
-windows thrown open; doors unbarred; and, as if by magic, the street was
-instantaneously filled with a crowd of persons of both sexes, armed with
-such weapons as came most readily to hand, and dressed in such garments as
-could be most easily slipped on. Hurrying in the direction of the supposed
-arrest, they encouraged each other with shouts, and threatened the
-offending parties with their vengeance.
-</p>
-<p>
-Regardless as the gentry of the Mint usually were (for, indeed, they had
-become habituated from their frequent occurrence to such scenes,) of any
-outrages committed in their streets; deaf, as they had been, to the recent
-scuffle before Mrs. Sheppard's door, they were always sufficiently on the
-alert to maintain their privileges, and to assist each other against the
-attacks of their common enemy—the sheriff's officer. It was only by
-the adoption of such a course (especially since the late act of
-suppression, to which we have alluded,) that the inviolability of the
-asylum could be preserved. Incursions were often made upon its territories
-by the functionaries of the law; sometimes attended with success, but more
-frequently with discomfiture; and it rarely happened, unless by stratagem
-or bribery, that (in the language of the gentlemen of the short staff) an
-important caption could be effected. In order to guard against accidents
-or surprises, watchmen, or scouts, (as they were styled,) were stationed
-at the three main outlets of the sanctuary ready to give the signal in the
-manner just described: bars were erected, which, in case of emergency;
-could be immediately stretched across the streets: doors were attached to
-the alleys; and were never opened without due precautions; gates were
-affixed to the courts, wickets to the gates, and bolts to the wickets. The
-back windows of the houses (where any such existed) were strongly
-barricaded, and kept constantly shut; and the fortress was, furthermore,
-defended by high walls and deep ditches in those quarters where it
-appeared most exposed. There was also a Maze, (the name is still retained
-in the district,) into which the debtor could run, and through the
-intricacies of which it was impossible for an officer to follow him,
-without a clue. Whoever chose to incur the risk of so doing might enter
-the Mint at any hour; but no one was suffered to depart without giving a
-satisfactory account of himself, or producing a pass from the Master. In
-short, every contrivance that ingenuity could devise was resorted to by
-this horde of reprobates to secure themselves from danger or molestation.
-Whitefriars had lost its privileges; Salisbury Court and the Savoy no
-longer offered places of refuge to the debtor; and it was, therefore,
-doubly requisite that the Island of Bermuda (as the Mint was termed by its
-occupants) should uphold its rights, as long as it was able to do so.
-</p>
-<p>
-Mr. Wood, meantime, had not remained idle. Aware that not a moment was to
-be lost, if he meant to render any effectual assistance to the child, he
-ceased shouting, and defending himself in the best way he could from the
-attacks of Rowland, by whom he was closely pressed, forced his way, in
-spite of all opposition, to Davies, and dealt him a blow on the head with
-such good will that, had it not been for the intervention of the wall, the
-ruffian must have been prostrated. Before he could recover from the
-stunning effects of the blow, Wood possessed himself of the child: and,
-untying the noose which had been slipped round its throat, had the
-satisfaction of hearing it cry lustily.
-</p>
-<p>
-At this juncture, Sir Cecil and his followers appeared at the threshold.
-</p>
-<p>
-“He has escaped!” exclaimed the knight; “we have searched every corner of
-the house without finding a trace of him.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Back!” cried Rowland. “Don't you hear those shouts? Yon fellow's clamour
-has brought the whole horde of jail-birds and cut-throats that infest this
-place about our ears. We shall be torn in pieces if we are discovered.
-Davies!” he added, calling to the attendant, who was menacing Wood with a
-severe retaliation, “don't heed him; but, if you value a whole skin, come
-into the house, and bring that woman with you. She may afford us some
-necessary information.”
- </p>
-<p>
-Davies reluctantly complied. And, dragging Mrs. Sheppard, who made no
-resistance, along with him, entered the house, the door of which was
-instantly shut and barricaded.
-</p>
-<p>
-A moment afterwards, the street was illumined by a blaze of torchlight,
-and a tumultuous uproar, mixed with the clashing of weapons, and the
-braying of horns, announced the arrival of the first detachment of
-Minters.
-</p>
-<p>
-Mr. Wood rushed instantly to meet them.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Hurrah!” shouted he, waving his hat triumphantly over his head. “Saved!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Ay, ay, it's all bob, my covey! You're safe enough, that's certain!”
- responded the Minters, baying, yelping, leaping, and howling around him
-like a pack of hounds when the huntsman is beating cover; “but, where are
-the lurchers?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Who?” asked Wood.
-</p>
-<p>
-“The traps!” responded a bystander.
-</p>
-<p>
-“The shoulder-clappers!” added a lady, who, in her anxiety to join the
-party, had unintentionally substituted her husband's nether habiliments
-for her own petticoats.
-</p>
-<p>
-“The ban-dogs!” thundered a tall man, whose stature and former avocations
-had procured him the nickname of “The long drover of the Borough market.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Where are they?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Ay, where are they?” chorussed the mob, flourishing their various
-weapons, and flashing their torches in the air; “we'll starve 'em out.”
- </p>
-<p>
-Mr. Wood trembled. He felt he had raised a storm which it would be very
-difficult, if not impossible, to allay. He knew not what to say, or what
-to do; and his confusion was increased by the threatening gestures and
-furious looks of the ruffians in his immediate vicinity.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I don't understand you, gentlemen,” stammered he, at length.
-</p>
-<p>
-“What does he say?” roared the long drover.
-</p>
-<p>
-“He says he don't understand flash,” replied the lady in gentleman's
-attire.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Cease your confounded clutter!” said a young man, whose swarthy visage,
-seen in the torchlight, struck Wood as being that of a Mulatto. “You
-frighten the cull out of his senses. It's plain he don't understand our
-lingo; as, how should he? Take pattern by me;” and as he said this he
-strode up to the carpenter, and, slapping him on the shoulder, propounded
-the following questions, accompanying each interrogation with a formidable
-contortion of countenance. “Curse you! Where are the bailiffs? Rot you!
-have you lost your tongue? Devil seize you! you could bawl loud enough a
-moment ago!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Silence, Blueskin!” interposed an authoritative voice, immediately behind
-the ruffian. “Let me have a word with the cull!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Ay! ay!” cried several of the bystanders, “let Jonathan kimbaw the cove.
-He's got the gift of the gab.”
- </p>
-<p>
-The crowd accordingly drew aside, and the individual, in whose behalf the
-movement had been made immediately stepped forward. He was a young man of
-about two-and-twenty, who, without having anything remarkable either in
-dress or appearance, was yet a noticeable person, if only for the
-indescribable expression of cunning pervading his countenance. His eyes
-were small and grey; as far apart and as sly-looking as those of a fox. A
-physiognomist, indeed, would have likened him to that crafty animal, and
-it must be owned the general formation of his features favoured such a
-comparison. The nose was long and sharp, the chin pointed, the forehead
-broad and flat, and connected, without any intervening hollow, with the
-eyelid; the teeth when displayed, seemed to reach from ear to ear. Then
-his beard was of a reddish hue, and his complexion warm and sanguine.
-Those who had seen him slumbering, averred that he slept with his eyes
-open. But this might be merely a figurative mode of describing his
-customary vigilance. Certain it was, that the slightest sound aroused him.
-This astute personage was somewhat under the middle size, but fairly
-proportioned, inclining rather to strength than symmetry, and abounding
-more in muscle than in flesh.
-</p>
-<p>
-It would seem, from the attention which he evidently bestowed upon the
-hidden and complex machinery of the grand system of villany at work around
-him, that his chief object in taking up his quarters in the Mint, must
-have been to obtain some private information respecting the habits and
-practices of its inhabitants, to be turned to account hereafter.
-</p>
-<p>
-Advancing towards Wood, Jonathan fixed his keen gray eyes upon him, and
-demanded, in a stern tone whether the persons who had taken refuge in the
-adjoining house, were bailiffs.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Not that I know of,” replied the carpenter, who had in some degree
-recovered his confidence.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Then I presume you've not been arrested?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I have not,” answered Wood firmly.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I guessed as much. Perhaps you'll next inform us why you have occasioned
-this disturbance.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Because this child's life was threatened by the persons you have
-mentioned,” rejoined Wood.
-</p>
-<p>
-“An excellent reason, i' faith!” exclaimed Blueskin, with a roar of
-surprise and indignation, which was echoed by the whole assemblage. “And
-so we're to be summoned from our beds and snug firesides, because a kid
-happens to squall, eh? By the soul of my grandmother, but this is too
-good!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Do you intend to claim the privileges of the Mint?” said Jonathan, calmly
-pursuing his interrogations amid the uproar. “Is your person in danger?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Not from my creditors,” replied Wood, significantly.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Will he post the cole? Will he come down with the dues? Ask him that?”
- cried Blueskin.
-</p>
-<p>
-“You hear,” pursued Jonathan; “my friend desires to know if you are
-willing to pay your footing as a member of the ancient and respectable
-fraternity of debtors?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I owe no man a farthing, and my name shall never appear in any such
-rascally list,” replied Wood angrily. “I don't see why I should be obliged
-to pay for doing my duty. I tell you this child would have been strangled.
-The noose was at its throat when I called for help. I knew it was in vain
-to cry 'murder!' in the Mint, so I had recourse to stratagem.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Well, Sir, I must say you deserve some credit for your ingenuity, at all
-events,” replied Jonathan, repressing a smile; “but, before you put out
-your foot so far, it would have been quite as prudent to consider how you
-were to draw it back again. For my own part, I don't see in what way it is
-to be accomplished, except by the payment of our customary fees. Do not
-imagine you can at one moment avail yourself of our excellent regulations
-(with which you seem sufficiently well acquainted), and the next break
-them with impunity. If you assume the character of a debtor for your own
-convenience, you must be content to maintain it for ours. If you have not
-been arrested, we have been disturbed; and it is but just and reasonable
-you should pay for occasioning such disturbance. By your own showing you
-are in easy circumstances,—for it is only natural to presume that a
-man who owes nothing must be in a condition to pay liberally,—and
-you cannot therefore feel the loss of such a trifle as ten guineas.”
- </p>
-<p>
-However illogical and inconclusive these arguments might appear to Mr.
-Wood, and however he might dissent from the latter proposition, he did not
-deem it expedient to make any reply; and the orator proceeded with his
-harangue amid the general applause of the assemblage.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I am perhaps exceeding my authority in demanding so slight a sum,”
- continued Jonathan, modestly, “and the Master of the Mint may not be
-disposed to let you off so lightly. He will be here in a moment or so, and
-you will then learn his determination. In the mean time, let me advise you
-as a friend not to irritate him by a refusal, which would be as useless as
-vexatious. He has a very summary mode of dealing with refractory persons,
-I assure you. My best endeavours shall be used to bring you off, on the
-easy terms I have mentioned.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Do you call ten guineas easy terms?” cried Wood, with a look of dismay.
-“Why, I should expect to purchase the entire freehold of the Mint for less
-money.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Many a man has been glad to pay double the amount to get his head from
-under the Mint pump,” observed Blueskin, gruffly.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Let the gentleman take his own course,” said Jonathan, mildly. “I should
-be sorry to persuade him to do anything his calmer judgment might
-disapprove.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Exactly my sentiments,” rejoined Blueskin. “I wouldn't force him for the
-world: but if he don't tip the stivers, may I be cursed if he don't get a
-taste of the <i>aqua pompaginis</i>. Let's have a look at the kinchen that
-<i>ought</i> to have been throttled,” added he, snatching the child from
-Wood. “My stars! here's a pretty lullaby-cheat to make a fuss about—ho!
-ho!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Deal with me as you think proper, gentlemen,” exclaimed Wood; “but, for
-mercy's sake don't harm the child! Let it be taken to its mother.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“And who is its mother?” asked Jonathan, in an eager whisper. “Tell me
-frankly, and speak under your breath. Your own safety—the child's
-safety—depends upon your candour.”
- </p>
-<p>
-While Mr. Wood underwent this examination, Blueskin felt a small and
-trembling hand placed upon his own, and, turning at the summons, beheld a
-young female, whose features were partially concealed by a loo, or half
-mask, standing beside him. Coarse as were the ruffian's notions of
-feminine beauty, he could not be insensible to the surpassing loveliness
-of the fair creature, who had thus solicited his attention. Her figure
-was, in some measure, hidden by a large scarf, and a deep hood drawn over
-the head contributed to her disguise; still it was evident, from her lofty
-bearing, that she had nothing in common, except an interest in their
-proceedings, with the crew by whom she was surrounded.
-</p>
-<p>
-Whence she came,—who she was,—and what she wanted,—were
-questions which naturally suggested themselves to Blueskin, and he was
-about to seek for some explanation, when his curiosity was checked by a
-gesture of silence from the lady.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Hush!” said she, in a low, but agitated voice; “would you earn this
-purse?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I've no objection,” replied Blueskin, in a tone intended to be gentle,
-but which sounded like the murmuring whine of a playful bear. “How much is
-there in it!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“It contains gold,” replied the lady; “but I will add this ring.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“What am I to do to earn it?” asked Blueskin, with a disgusting leer,—“cut
-a throat—or throw myself at your feet—eh, my dear?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Give me that child,” returned the lady, with difficulty overcoming the
-loathing inspired by the ruffian's familiarity.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Oh! I see!” replied Blueskin, winking significantly, “Come nearer, or
-they'll observe us. Don't be afraid—I won't hurt you. I'm always
-agreeable to the women, bless their kind hearts! Now! slip the purse into
-my hand. Bravo!—the best cly-faker of 'em all couldn't have done it
-better. And now for the fawney—the ring I mean. I'm no great judge
-of these articles, Ma'am; but I trust to your honour not to palm off paste
-upon me.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“It is a diamond,” said the lady, in an agony of distress,—“the
-child!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“A diamond! Here, take the kid,” cried Blueskin, slipping the infant
-adroitly under her scarf. “And so this is a diamond,” added he,
-contemplating the brilliant from the hollow of his hand: “it does sparkle
-almost as brightly as your ogles. By the by, my dear, I forgot to ask your
-name—perhaps you'll oblige me with it now? Hell and the devil!—gone!”
- </p>
-<p>
-He looked around in vain. The lady had disappeared.
-</p>
-<p>
-<br /><br />
-</p>
-<hr />
-<p>
-<a name="link2HCH0003" id="link2HCH0003"> </a>
-</p>
-<div style="height: 4em;">
-<br /><br /><br /><br />
-</div>
-<h2>
-CHAPTER III. THE MASTER OF THE MINT.
-</h2>
-<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">J</span>onathan, meanwhile, having ascertained the parentage of the child from
-Wood, proceeded to question him in an under tone, as to the probable
-motives of the attempt upon its life; and, though he failed in obtaining
-any information on this point, he had little difficulty in eliciting such
-particulars of the mysterious transaction as have already been recounted.
-When the carpenter concluded his recital, Jonathan was for a moment lost
-in reflection.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Devilish strange!” thought he, chuckling to himself; “queer business!
-Capital trick of the cull in the cloak to make another person's brat stand
-the brunt for his own—capital! ha! ha! Won't do, though. He must be
-a sly fox to get out of the Mint without my knowledge. I've a shrewd guess
-where he's taken refuge; but I'll ferret him out. These bloods will pay
-well for his capture; if not, <i>he'll</i> pay well to get out of their
-hands; so I'm safe either way—ha! ha! Blueskin,” he added aloud, and
-motioning that worthy, “follow me.”
- </p>
-<p>
-Upon which, he set off in the direction of the entry. His progress,
-however, was checked by loud acclamations, announcing the arrival of the
-Master of the Mint and his train.
-</p>
-<p>
-Baptist Kettleby (for so was the Master named) was a “goodly portly man,
-and a corpulent,” whose fair round paunch bespoke the affection he
-entertained for good liquor and good living. He had a quick, shrewd, merry
-eye, and a look in which duplicity was agreeably veiled by good humour. It
-was easy to discover that he was a knave, but equally easy to perceive
-that he was a pleasant fellow; a combination of qualities by no means of
-rare occurrence. So far as regards his attire, Baptist was not seen to
-advantage. No great lover of state or state costume at any time, he was
-generally, towards the close of an evening, completely in dishabille, and
-in this condition he now presented himself to his subjects. His shirt was
-unfastened, his vest unbuttoned, his hose ungartered; his feet were stuck
-into a pair of pantoufles, his arms into a greasy flannel dressing-gown,
-his head into a thrum-cap, the cap into a tie-periwig, and the wig into a
-gold-edged hat. A white apron was tied round his waist, and into the apron
-was thrust a short thick truncheon, which looked very much like a
-rolling-pin.
-</p>
-<p>
-The Master of the Mint was accompanied by another gentleman almost as
-portly as himself, and quite as deliberate in his movements. The costume
-of this personage was somewhat singular, and might have passed for a
-masquerading habit, had not the imperturbable gravity of his demeanour
-forbidden any such supposition. It consisted of a close jerkin of brown
-frieze, ornamented with a triple row of brass buttons; loose Dutch slops,
-made very wide in the seat and very tight at the knees; red stockings with
-black clocks, and a fur cap. The owner of this dress had a broad
-weather-beaten face, small twinkling eyes, and a bushy, grizzled beard.
-Though he walked by the side of the governor, he seldom exchanged a word
-with him, but appeared wholly absorbed in the contemplations inspired by a
-broadbowled Dutch pipe.
-</p>
-<p>
-Behind the illustrious personages just described marched a troop of
-stalwart fellows, with white badges in their hats, quarterstaves, oaken
-cudgels, and links in their hands. These were the Master's body-guard.
-</p>
-<p>
-Advancing towards the Master, and claiming an audience, which was
-instantly granted, Jonathan, without much circumlocution, related the sum
-of the strange story he had just learnt from Wood, omitting nothing except
-a few trifling particulars, which he thought it politic to keep back; and,
-with this view, he said not a word of there being any probability of
-capturing the fugitive, but, on the contrary, roundly asserted that his
-informant had witnessed that person's escape.
-</p>
-<p>
-The Master listened, with becoming attention, to the narrative, and, at
-its conclusion, shook his head gravely, applied his thumb to the side of
-his nose, and, twirling his fingers significantly, winked at his
-phlegmatic companion. The gentleman appealed to shook his head in reply,
-coughed as only a Dutchman <i>can</i> cough, and raising his hand from the
-bowl of his pipe, went through precisely the same mysterious ceremonial as
-the Master.
-</p>
-<p>
-Putting his own construction upon this mute interchange of opinions,
-Jonathan ventured to observe, that it certainly was a very perplexing
-case, but that he thought something <i>might</i> be made of it, and, if
-left to him, he would undertake to manage the matter to the Master's
-entire satisfaction.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Ja, ja, Muntmeester,” said the Dutchman, removing the pipe from his
-mouth, and speaking in a deep and guttural voice, “leave the affair to
-Johannes. He'll settle it bravely. And let ush go back to our brandewyn,
-and hollandsche genever. Dese ere not schouts, as you faind, but jonkers
-on a vrolyk; and if dey'd chanshed to keel de vrow Sheppard's pet lamb,
-dey'd have done her a servish, by shaving it from dat unpleasant
-complaint, de hempen fever, with which its laatter days are threatened,
-and of which its poor vader died. Myn Got! hanging runs in some families,
-Muntmeester. It's hereditary, like de jigt, vat you call it—gout—haw!
-haw!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“If the child <i>is</i> destined to the gibbet, Van Galgebrok,” replied
-the Master, joining in the laugh, “it'll never be choked by a footman's
-cravat, that's certain; but, in regard to going back empty-handed,”
- continued he, altering his tone, and assuming a dignified air, “it's quite
-out of the question. With Baptist Kettleby, to engage in a matter is to go
-through with it. Besides, this is an affair which no one but myself can
-settle. Common offences may be decided upon by deputy; but outrages
-perpetrated by men of rank, as these appear to be, must be judged by the
-Master of the Mint in person. These are the decrees of the Island of
-Bermuda, and I will never suffer its excellent laws to be violated.
-Gentlemen of the Mint,” added he, pointing with his truncheon towards Mrs.
-Sheppard's house, “forward!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Hurrah!” shouted the mob, and the whole phalanx was put in motion in that
-direction. At the same moment a martial flourish, proceeding from cow's
-horns, tin canisters filled with stones, bladders and cat-gut, with other
-sprightly, instruments, was struck up, and, enlivened by this harmonious
-accompaniment, the troop reached its destination in the best possible
-spirits for an encounter.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Let us in,” said the Master, rapping his truncheon authoritatively
-against the boards, “or we'll force an entrance.”
- </p>
-<p>
-But as no answer was returned to the summons, though it was again, and
-more peremptorily, repeated, Baptist seized a mallet from a bystander and
-burst open the door. Followed by Van Galgebrok and others of his retinue,
-he then rushed into the room, where Rowland, Sir Cecil, and their
-attendants, stood with drawn swords prepared to receive them.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Beat down their blades,” cried the Master; “no bloodshed.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Beat out their brains, you mean,” rejoined Blueskin with a tremendous
-imprecation; “no half measures now, Master.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Hadn't you better hold a moment's parley with the gentlemen before
-proceeding to extremities?” suggested Jonathan.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Agreed,” responded the Master. “Surely,” he added, staring at Rowland,
-“either I'm greatly mistaken, or it is—”
- </p>
-<p>
-“You are not mistaken, Baptist,” returned Rowland with a gesture of
-silence; “it is your old friend. I'm glad to recognise you.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“And I'm glad your worship's recognition doesn't come too late,” observed
-the Master. “But why didn't you make yourself known at once?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I'd forgotten the office you hold in the Mint, Baptist,” replied Rowland.
-“But clear the room of this rabble, if you have sufficient authority over
-them. I would speak with you.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“There's but one way of clearing it, your worship,” said the Master,
-archly.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I understand,” replied Rowland. “Give them what you please. I'll repay
-you.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“It's all right, pals,” cried Baptist, in a loud tone; “the gentlemen and
-I have settled matters. No more scuffling.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“What's the meaning of all this?” demanded Sir Cecil. “How have you
-contrived to still these troubled waters?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I've chanced upon an old ally in the Master of the Mint,” answered
-Rowland. “We may trust him,” he added in a whisper; “he is a staunch
-friend of the good cause.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Blueskin, clear the room,” cried the Master; “these gentlemen would be
-private. They've <i>paid</i> for their lodging. Where's Jonathan?”
- </p>
-<p>
-Inquiries were instantly made after that individual, but he was nowhere to
-be found.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Strange!” observed the Master; “I thought he'd been at my elbow all this
-time. But it don't much matter—though he's a devilish shrewd fellow,
-and might have helped me out of a difficulty, had any occurred. Hark ye,
-Blueskin,” continued he, addressing that personage, who, in obedience to
-his commands, had, with great promptitude, driven out the rabble, and
-again secured the door, “a word in your ear. What female entered the house
-with us?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Blood and thunder!” exclaimed Blueskin, afraid, if he admitted having
-seen the lady, of being compelled to divide the plunder he had obtained
-from her among his companions, “how should I know? D'ye suppose I'm always
-thinking of the petticoats? I observed no female; but if any one <i>did</i>
-join the assault, it must have been either Amazonian Kate, or Fighting
-Moll.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“The woman I mean did not join the assault,” rejoined the Master, “but
-rather seemed to shun observation; and, from the hasty glimpse I caught of
-her, she appeared to have a child in her arms.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Then, most probably, it was the widow Sheppard,” answered Blueskin,
-sulkily.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Right,” said the Master, “I didn't think of her. And now I've another job
-for you.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Propose it,” returned Blueskin, inclining his head.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Square accounts with the rascal who got up the sham arrest; and, if he
-don't tip the cole without more ado, give him a taste of the pump, that's
-all.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“He shall go through the whole course,” replied Blueskin, with a ferocious
-grin, “unless he comes down to the last grig. We'll lather him with mud,
-shave him with a rusty razor, and drench him with <i>aqua pompaginis</i>.
-Master, your humble servant.—Gentlemen, your most obsequious trout.”
- </p>
-<p>
-Having effected his object, which was to get rid of Blueskin, Baptist
-turned to Rowland and Sir Cecil, who had watched his proceedings with much
-impatience, and remarked, “Now, gentlemen, the coast's clear; we've
-nothing to interrupt us. I'm entirely at your service.”
- </p>
-<p>
-<br /><br />
-</p>
-<hr />
-<p>
-<a name="link2HCH0004" id="link2HCH0004"> </a>
-</p>
-<div style="height: 4em;">
-<br /><br /><br /><br />
-</div>
-<h2>
-CHAPTER IV. THE ROOF AND THE WINDOW.
-</h2>
-<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">L</span>eaving them to pursue their conference, we shall follow the footsteps of
-Jonathan, who, as the Master surmised, and, as we have intimated, had
-unquestionably entered the house. But at the beginning of the affray, when
-he thought every one was too much occupied with his own concerns to remark
-his absence, he slipped out of the room, not for the purpose of avoiding
-the engagement (for cowardice was not one of his failings), but because he
-had another object in view. Creeping stealthily up stairs, unmasking a
-dark lantern, and glancing into each room as he passed, he was startled in
-one of them by the appearance of Mrs. Sheppard, who seemed to be crouching
-upon the floor. Satisfied, however, that she did not notice him, Jonathan
-glided away as noiselessly as he came, and ascended another short flight
-of stairs leading to the garret. As he crossed this chamber, his foot
-struck against something on the floor, which nearly threw him down, and
-stooping to examine the object, he found it was a key. “Never throw away a
-chance,” thought Jonathan. “Who knows but this key may open a golden lock
-one of these days?” And, picking it up, he thrust it into his pocket.
-</p>
-<p>
-Arrived beneath an aperture in the broken roof, he was preparing to pass
-through it, when he observed a little heap of tiles upon the floor, which
-appeared to have been recently dislodged. “He <i>has</i> passed this way,”
- cried Jonathan, exultingly; “I have him safe enough.” He then closed the
-lantern, mounted without much difficulty upon the roof, and proceeded
-cautiously along the tiles.
-</p>
-<p>
-The night was now profoundly dark. Jonathan had to feel his way. A single
-false step might have precipitated him into the street; or, if he had
-trodden upon an unsound part of the roof, he must have fallen through it.
-He had nothing to guide him; for though the torches were blazing ruddily
-below, their gleam fell only on the side of the building. The venturous
-climber gazed for a moment at the assemblage beneath, to ascertain that he
-was not discovered; and, having satisfied himself in this particular, he
-stepped out more boldly. On gaining a stack of chimneys at the back of the
-house, he came to a pause, and again unmasked his lantern. Nothing,
-however, could be discerned, except the crumbling brickwork. “Confusion!”
- ejaculated Jonathan: “can he have escaped? No. The walls are too high, and
-the windows too stoutly barricaded in this quarter, to admit such a
-supposition. He can't be far off. I shall find him yet. Ah! I have it,” he
-added, after a moment's deliberation; “he's there, I'll be sworn.” And,
-once more enveloping himself in darkness, he pursued his course.
-</p>
-<p>
-He had now reached the adjoining house, and, scaling the roof, approached
-another building, which seemed to be, at least, one story loftier than its
-neighbours. Apparently, Jonathan was well acquainted with the premises;
-for, feeling about in the dark, he speedily discovered a ladder, up the
-steps of which he hurried. Drawing a pistol, and unclosing his lantern
-with the quickness of thought, he then burst through an open trap-door
-into a small loft.
-</p>
-<p>
-The light fell upon the fugitive, who stood before him in an attitude of
-defence, with the child in his arms.
-</p>
-<p>
-<br /><br />
-</p>
-<hr />
-<p>
-<a name="linkimage-0004" id="linkimage-0004"> </a>
-</p>
-<div class="fig" style="width:35%;">
-<img src="images/093s.jpg" alt="093s " width="100%" /><br />
-</div>
-<h4>
-<a href="images/093.jpg"><i>Original Size</i></a> -- <a
-href="images/093m.jpg"><i>Medium-Size</i></a>
-</h4>
-<p>
-“Aha!” exclaimed Jonathan, acting upon the information he had obtained
-from Wood; “I have found you at last. Your servant, Mr. Darrell.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Who are you!” demanded the fugitive, sternly.
-</p>
-<p>
-“A friend,” replied Jonathan, uncocking the pistol, and placing it in his
-pocket.
-</p>
-<p>
-“How do I know you are a friend?” asked Darrell.
-</p>
-<p>
-“What should I do here alone if I were an enemy? But, come, don't let us
-waste time in bandying words, when we might employ it so much more
-profitably. Your life, and that of your child, are in my power. What will
-you give me to save you from your pursuers?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“<i>Can</i> you do so?” asked the other, doubtfully.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I can, and will. Now, the reward?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I have but an ill-furnished purse. But if I escape, my gratitude—”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Pshaw!” interrupted Jonathan, scornfully. “Your gratitude will vanish
-with your danger. Pay fools with promises. I must have something in hand.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“You shall have all I have about me,” replied Darrell.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Well—well,” grumbled Jonathan, “I suppose I must be content. An
-ill-lined purse is a poor recompense for the risk I have run. However,
-come along. I needn't tell you to tread carefully. You know the danger of
-this breakneck road as well as I do. The light would betray us.” So
-saying, he closed the lantern.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Harkye, Sir,” rejoined Darrell; “one word before I move. I know not who
-you are; and, as I cannot discern your face, I may be doing you an
-injustice. But there is something in your voice that makes me distrust
-you. If you attempt to play the traitor, you will do so at the hazard of
-your life.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I have already hazarded my life in this attempt to save you,” returned
-Jonathan boldly, and with apparent frankness; “this ought to be sufficient
-answer to your doubts. Your pursuers are below. What was to hinder me, if
-I had been so inclined, from directing them to your retreat?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Enough,” replied Darrell. “Lead on!”
- </p>
-<p>
-Followed by Darrell, Jonathan retraced his dangerous path. As he
-approached the gable of Mrs. Sheppard's house, loud yells and
-vociferations reached his ears; and, looking downwards, he perceived a
-great stir amid the mob. The cause of this uproar was soon manifest.
-Blueskin and the Minters were dragging Wood to the pump. The unfortunate
-carpenter struggled violently, but ineffectually. His hat was placed upon
-one pole, his wig on another. His shouts for help were answered by roars
-of mockery and laughter. He continued alternately to be tossed in the air,
-or rolled in the kennel until he was borne out of sight. The spectacle
-seemed to afford as much amusement to Jonathan as to the actors engaged in
-it. He could not contain his satisfaction, but chuckled, and rubbed his
-hands with delight.
-</p>
-<p>
-“By Heaven!” cried Darrell, “it is the poor fellow whom I placed in such
-jeopardy a short time ago. I am the cause of his ill-usage.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“To be sure you are,” replied Jonathan, laughing. “But, what of that?
-It'll be a lesson to him in future, and will show him the folly of doing a
-good-natured action!”
- </p>
-<p>
-But perceiving that his companion did not relish his pleasantry and
-fearing that his sympathy for the carpenter's situation might betray him
-into some act of imprudence, Jonathan, without further remark, and by way
-of putting an end to the discussion, let himself drop through the roof.
-His example was followed by Darrell. But, though the latter was somewhat
-embarrassed by his burthen, he peremptorily declined Jonathan's offer of
-assistance. Both, however, having safely landed, they cautiously crossed
-the room, and passed down the first flight of steps in silence. At this
-moment, a door was opened below; lights gleamed on the walls; and the
-figures of Rowland and Sir Cecil were distinguished at the foot of the
-stairs.
-</p>
-<p>
-Darrell stopped, and drew his sword.
-</p>
-<p>
-“You have betrayed me,” said he, in a deep whisper, to his companion; “but
-you shall reap the reward of your treachery.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Be still!” returned Jonathan, in the same under tone, and with great
-self-possession: “I can yet save you. And see!” he added, as the figures
-drew back, and the lights disappeared; “it's a false alarm. They have
-retired. However, not a moment is to be lost. Give me your hand.”
- </p>
-<p>
-He then hurried Darrell down another short flight of steps, and entered a
-small chamber at the back of the house. Closing the door, Jonathan next
-produced his lantern, and, hastening towards the window, undrew a bolt by
-which it was fastened. A stout wooden shutter, opening inwardly, being
-removed, disclosed a grating of iron bars. This obstacle, which appeared
-to preclude the possibility of egress in that quarter, was speedily got
-rid of. Withdrawing another bolt, and unhooking a chain suspended from the
-top of the casement, Jonathan pushed the iron framework outwards. The bars
-dropped noiselessly and slowly down, till the chain tightened at the
-staple.
-</p>
-<p>
-“You are free,” said he, “that grating forms a ladder, by which you may
-descend in safety. I learned the trick of the place from one Paul Groves,
-who used to live here, and who contrived the machine. He used to call it
-his fire-escape—ha! ha! I've often used the ladder for my own
-convenience, but I never expected to turn it to such good account. And
-now, Sir, have I kept faith with you?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“You have,” replied Darrell. “Here is my purse; and I trust you will let
-me know to whom I am indebted for this important service.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“It matters not who I am,” replied Jonathan, taking the money. “As I said
-before, I have little reliance upon <i>professions</i> of gratitude.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I know not how it is,” sighed Darrell, “but I feel an unaccountable
-misgiving at quitting this place. Something tells me I am rushing on
-greater danger.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“You know best,” replied Jonathan, sneeringly; “but if I were in your
-place I would take the chance of a future and uncertain risk to avoid a
-present and certain peril.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“You are right,” replied Darrell; “the weakness is past. Which is the
-nearest way to the river?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Why, it's an awkward road to direct you,” returned Jonathan. “But if you
-turn to the right when you reach the ground, and keep close to the Mint
-wall, you'll speedily arrive at White Cross Street; White Cross Street, if
-you turn again to the right, will bring you into Queen Street; Queen
-Street, bearing to the left, will conduct you to Deadman's Place; and
-Deadman's Place to the water-side, not fifty yards from Saint Saviour's
-stairs, where you're sure to get a boat.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“The very point I aim at,” said Darrell as he passed through the outlet.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Stay!” said Jonathan, aiding his descent; “you had better take my
-lantern. It may be useful to you. Perhaps you'll give me in return some
-token, by which I may remind you of this occurrence, in case we meet
-again. Your glove will suffice.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“There it is;” replied the other, tossing him the glove. “Are you sure
-these bars touch the ground?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“They come within a yard of it,” answered Jonathan.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Safe!” shouted Darrell, as he effected a secure landing. “Good night!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“So,” muttered Jonathan, “having started the hare, I'll now unleash the
-hounds.”
- </p>
-<p>
-With this praiseworthy determination, he was hastening down stairs, with
-the utmost rapidity, when he encountered a female, whom he took, in the
-darkness, to be Mrs. Sheppard. The person caught hold of his arm, and, in
-spite of his efforts to disengage himself, detained him.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Where is he?” asked she, in an agitated whisper. “I heard his voice; but
-I saw them on the stairs, and durst not approach him, for fear of giving
-the alarm.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“If you mean the fugitive, Darrell, he has escaped through the back
-window,” replied Jonathan.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Thank Heaven!” she gasped.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Well, you women are forgiving creatures, I must say,” observed Jonathan,
-sarcastically. “You thank Heaven for the escape of the man who did his
-best to get your child's neck twisted.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“What do you mean?” asked the female, in astonishment.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I mean what I say,” replied Jonathan. “Perhaps you don't know that this
-Darrell so contrived matters, that your child should be mistaken for his
-own; by which means it had a narrow escape from a tight cravat, I can
-assure you. However, the scheme answered well enough, for Darrell has got
-off with his own brat.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Then this is not my child?” exclaimed she, with increased astonishment.
-</p>
-<p>
-“If you have a child there, it certainly is not,” answered Jonathan, a
-little surprised; “for I left your brat in the charge of Blueskin, who is
-still among the crowd in the street, unless, as is not unlikely, he's gone
-to see your other friend disciplined at the pump.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Merciful providence!” exclaimed the female. “Whose child can this be?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“How the devil should I know!” replied Jonathan gruffly. “I suppose it
-didn't drop through the ceiling, did it? Are you quite sure it's flesh and
-blood?” asked he, playfully pinching its arm till it cried out with pain.
-</p>
-<p>
-“My child! my child!” exclaimed Mrs. Sheppard, rushing from the adjoining
-room. “Where is it?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Are you the mother of this child?” inquired the person who had first
-spoken, addressing Mrs. Sheppard.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I am—I am!” cried the widow, snatching the babe, and pressing it to
-her breast with rapturous delight “God be thanked, I have found it!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“We have both good reason to be grateful,” added the lady, with great
-emotion.
-</p>
-<p>
-“'Sblood!” cried Jonathan, who had listened to the foregoing conversation
-with angry wonder, “I've been nicely done here. Fool that I was to part
-with my lantern! But I'll soon set myself straight. What ho! lights!
-lights!”
- </p>
-<p>
-And, shouting as he went, he flung himself down stairs.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Where shall I fly?” exclaimed the lady, bewildered with terror. “They
-will kill me, if they find me, as they would have killed my husband and
-child. Oh God! my limbs fail me.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Make an effort, Madam,” cried Mrs. Sheppard, as a storm of furious voices
-resounded from below, and torches were seen mounting the stairs; “they are
-coming!—they are coming!—fly!—to the roof! to the roof.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“No,” cried the lady, “this room—I recollect—it has a back
-window.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“It is shut,” said Mrs. Sheppard.
-</p>
-<p>
-“It is open,” replied the lady, rushing towards it, and springing through
-the outlet.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Where is she?” thundered Jonathan, who at this moment reached Mrs.
-Sheppard.
-</p>
-<p>
-“She has flown up stairs,” replied the widow.
-</p>
-<p>
-“You lie, hussy!” replied Jonathan, rudely pushing her aside, as she
-vainly endeavoured to oppose his entrance into the room; “she is here.
-Hist!” cried he, as a scream was heard from without. “By G—! she has
-missed her footing.”
- </p>
-<p>
-There was a momentary and terrible silence, broken only by a few feeble
-groans.
-</p>
-<p>
-Sir Cecil, who with Rowland and some others had entered the room rushed to
-the window with a torch.
-</p>
-<p>
-He held down the light, and a moment afterwards beckoned, with a blanched
-cheek, to Rowland.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Your sister is dead,” said he, in a deep whisper.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Her blood be upon her own head, then,” replied Rowland, sternly. “Why
-came she here?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“She could not resist the hand of fate which drew her hither,” replied Sir
-Cecil, mournfully.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Descend and take charge of the body,” said Rowland, conquering his
-emotion by a great effort, “I will join you in a moment. This accident
-rather confirms than checks my purpose. The stain upon our family is only
-half effaced: I have sworn the death of the villain and his bastard, and I
-will keep my oath. Now, Sir,” he added, turning to Jonathan, as Sir Cecil
-and his followers obeyed his injunctions, “you say you know the road which
-the person whom we seek has taken?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I do,” replied Jonathan. “But I give no information gratis!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Speak, then,” said Rowland, placing money in his hand.
-</p>
-<p>
-“You'll find him at St. Saviours's stairs,” answered Jonathan. “He's about
-to cross the river. You'd better lose no time. He has got five minutes'
-start of you. But I sent him the longest way about.”
- </p>
-<p>
-The words were scarcely pronounced, when Rowland disappeared.
-</p>
-<p>
-“And now to see the end of it,” said Jonathan, shortly afterwards passing
-through the window. “Good night, Master.”
- </p>
-<p>
-Three persons only were left in the room. These were the Master of the
-Mint, Van Galgebrok, and Mrs. Sheppard.
-</p>
-<p>
-“A bad business this, Van,” observed Baptist, with a prolonged shake of
-the head.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Ja, ja, Muntmeester,” said the Hollander, shaking his head in reply;—“very
-bad—very.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“But then they're staunch supporters of our friend over the water,”
- continued Baptist, winking significantly; “so we must e'en hush it up in
-the best way we can.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Ja,” answered Van Galgebrok. “But—sapperment!—I wish they
-hadn't broken my pipe.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“JONATHAN WILD promises well,” observed the Master, after a pause: “he'll
-become a great man. Mind, I, Baptist Kettleby, say so.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“He'll be hanged nevertheless,” replied the Hollander, giving his collar
-an ugly jerk. “Mind, I, Rykhart Van Galgebrok predict it. And now let's go
-back to the Shovels, and finish our brandewyn and bier, Muntmeester.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Alas!” cried Mrs. Sheppard, relieved by their departure, and giving way
-to a passionate flood of tears; “were it not for my child, I should wish
-to be in the place of that unfortunate lady.”
- </p>
-<p>
-<br /><br />
-</p>
-<hr />
-<p>
-<a name="link2HCH0005" id="link2HCH0005"> </a>
-</p>
-<div style="height: 4em;">
-<br /><br /><br /><br />
-</div>
-<h2>
-CHAPTER V. THE DENUNCIATION.
-</h2>
-<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">F</span>or a short space, Mrs. Sheppard remained dissolved in tears. She then
-dried her eyes, and laying her child gently upon the floor, knelt down
-beside him. “Open my heart, Father of Mercy!” she murmured, in a humble
-tone, and with downcast looks, “and make me sensible of the error of my
-ways. I have sinned deeply; but I have been sorely tried. Spare me yet a
-little while, Father! not for my own sake, but for the sake of this poor
-babe.” Her utterance was here choked by sobs. “But if it is thy will to
-take me from him,” she continued, as soon as her emotion permitted her,—“if
-he must be left an orphan amid strangers, implant, I beseech thee, a
-mother's feelings in some other bosom, and raise up a friend, who shall be
-to him what I would have been. Let him not bear the weight of my
-punishment. Spare him!—pity me!”
- </p>
-<p>
-With this she arose, and, taking up the infant, was about to proceed down
-stairs, when she was alarmed by hearing the street-door opened, and the
-sound of heavy footsteps entering the house.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Halloa, widow!” shouted a rough voice from below, “where the devil are
-you?”
- </p>
-<p>
-Mrs. Sheppard returned no answer.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I've got something to say to you,” continued the speaker, rather less
-harshly; “something to your advantage; so come out o' your hiding-place,
-and let's have some supper, for I'm infernally hungry.—D'ye hear?”
- </p>
-<p>
-Still the widow remained silent.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Well, if you won't come, I shall help myself, and that's unsociable,”
- pursued the speaker, evidently, from the noise he made, suiting the action
-to the word. “Devilish nice ham you've got here!—capital pie!—and,
-as I live, a flask of excellent canary. You're in luck to-night, widow.
-Here's your health in a bumper, and wishing you a better husband than your
-first. It'll be your own fault if you don't soon get another and a proper
-young man into the bargain. Here's his health likewise. What! mum still.
-You're the first widow I ever heard of who could withstand that lure. I'll
-try the effect of a jolly stave.” And he struck up the following ballad:—
-</p>
-<p>
-<br /><br />
-</p>
-<hr />
-<p>
-<a name="linkimage-0005" id="linkimage-0005"> </a>
-</p>
-<div class="fig" style="width:35%;">
-<img src="images/111s.jpg" alt="111s " width="100%" /><br />
-</div>
-<h4>
-<a href="images/111.jpg"><i>Original Size</i></a> -- <a
-href="images/111m.jpg"><i>Medium-Size</i></a>
-</h4>
-<p>
-<br /><br />
-</p>
-<hr />
-<p>
-<a name="linkimage-0006" id="linkimage-0006"> </a>
-</p>
-<div class="fig" style="width:35%;">
-<img src="images/112s.jpg" alt="112s " width="100%" /><br />
-</div>
-<h4>
-<a href="images/112.jpg"><i>Original Size</i></a> -- <a
-href="images/112m.jpg"><i>Medium-Size</i></a>
-</h4>
-<p>
-<br /><br />
-</p>
-<hr />
-<p>
-<a name="linkimage-0007" id="linkimage-0007"> </a>
-</p>
-<div class="fig" style="width:35%;">
-<img src="images/113s.jpg" alt="113s " width="100%" /><br />
-</div>
-<h4>
-<a href="images/113.jpg"><i>Original Size</i></a> -- <a
-href="images/113m.jpg"><i>Medium-Size</i></a>
-</h4>
-<p>
-<br /><br />
-</p>
-<hr />
-<p>
-<a name="linkimage-0008" id="linkimage-0008"> </a>
-</p>
-<div class="fig" style="width:35%;">
-<img src="images/114s.jpg" alt="114s " width="100%" /><br />
-</div>
-<h4>
-<a href="images/114.jpg"><i>Original Size</i></a> -- <a
-href="images/114m.jpg"><i>Medium-Size</i></a>
-</h4>
-<h3>
-SAINT GILES'S BOWL.*
-</h3>
-<pre xml:space="preserve">
-* At the hospital of Saint Giles for Lazars, the prisoners
-conveyed from the City of London towards Tyburn, there to be
-executed for treasons, felonies, or other trespasses, were
-presented with a Bowl of Ale, thereof to drink, as their
-last refreshing in this life.—<i>Strype's Stow.</i> Book. IX.
-ch. III.
-</pre>
-<pre xml:space="preserve">
-I. Where Saint-Giles' church stands, once a la-zar-house
-stood; And, chain'd to its gates, was a ves-sel of wood; A
-broad-bottom'd bowl, from which all the fine fellows, Who
-pass'd by that spot, on their way to the gallows, Might
-tipple strong beer, Their spirits to cheer, And drown, in a
-sea of good li-quor, all fear! For nothing the
-tran-sit to Ty-burn beguiles, So well as a
-draught from the Bowl of Saint Giles!
-</pre>
-<pre xml:space="preserve">
-II. By many a highwayman many a draught
-Of nutty-brown ale at Saint Giles's was quaft,
-Until the old lazar-house chanced to fall down,
-And the broad-bottom'd bowl was removed to the Crown.
-<i>Where the robber may cheer</i>
-<i>His spirit with beer,</i>
-<i>And drown in a sea of good liquor all fear!</i>
-<i>For nothing the transit to Tyburn beguiles</i>
-<i>So well as a draught from the Bowl of Saint Giles!</i>
-</pre>
-<pre xml:space="preserve">
-III. There MULSACK and SWIFTNECK, both prigs from their birth,
-OLD MOB and TOM COX took their last draught on earth:
-There RANDAL, and SHORTER, and WHITNEY pulled up,
-And jolly JACK JOYCE drank his finishing cup!
-<i>For a can of ale calms,</i>
-<i>A highwayman's qualms,</i>
-<i>And makes him sing blithely his dolorous psalms</i>
-<i>And nothing the transit to Tyburn beguiles</i>
-<i>So well as a draught from the Bowl of Saint Giles!</i>
-</pre>
-<p>
-“Singing's dry work,” observed the stranger, pausing to take a pull at the
-bottle. “And now, widow,” he continued, “attend to the next verse, for it
-consarns a friend o' yours.”
- </p>
-<pre xml:space="preserve">
-IV. When gallant TOM SHEPPARD to Tyburn was led,—
-“Stop the cart at the Crown—stop a moment,” he said.
-He was offered the Bowl, but he left it and smiled,
-Crying, “Keep it till call'd for by JONATHAN WILD!
-“<i>The rascal one day,</i>
-“<i>Will pass by this way,</i>
-“<i>And drink a full measure to moisten his clay!</i>
-“<i>And never will Bowl of Saint Giles have beguiled</i>
-“<i>Such a thorough-paced scoundrel as</i> JONATHAN WILD!”
- </pre>
-<pre xml:space="preserve">
-V. Should it e'er be <i>my</i> lot to ride backwards that way,
-At the door of the Crown I will certainly stay;
-I'll summon the landlord—I'll call for the Bowl,
-And drink a deep draught to the health of my soul!
-<i>Whatever may hap,</i>
-<i>I'll taste of the tap,</i>
-<i>To keep up my spirits when brought to the crap!</i>
-<i>For nothing the transit to Tyburn beguiles</i>
-<i>So well as a draught from the Bowl of St. Giles!</i>
-</pre>
-<p>
-“Devil seize the woman!” growled the singer, as he brought his ditty to a
-close; “will nothing tempt her out? Widow Sheppard, I say,” he added,
-rising, “don't be afraid. It's only a gentleman come to offer you his
-hand. 'He that woos a maid',—fol-de-rol—(hiccupping).—I'll
-soon find you out.”
- </p>
-<p>
-Mrs. Sheppard, whose distress at the consumption of the provisions had
-been somewhat allayed by the anticipation of the intruder's departure
-after he had satisfied his appetite, was now terrified in the extreme by
-seeing a light approach, and hearing footsteps on the stairs. Her first
-impulse was to fly to the window; and she was about to pass through it, at
-the risk of sharing the fate of the unfortunate lady, when her arm was
-grasped by some one in the act of ascending the ladder from without.
-Uttering a faint scream, she sank backwards, and would have fallen, if it
-had not been for the interposition of Blueskin, who, at that moment,
-staggered into the room with a candle in one hand, and the bottle in the
-other.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Oh, you're here, are you?” said the ruffian, with an exulting laugh:
-“I've been looking for you everywhere.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Let me go,” implored Mrs. Sheppard,—“pray let me go. You hurt the
-child. Don't you hear how you've made it cry?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Throttle the kid!” rejoined Blueskin, fiercely. “If you don't stop its
-squalling, I will. I hate children. And, if I'd my own way, I'd drown 'em
-all like a litter o' puppies.”
- </p>
-<p>
-Well knowing the savage temper of the person she had to deal with, and how
-likely he was to put his threat into execution, Mrs. Sheppard did not dare
-to return any answer; but, disengaging herself from his embrace,
-endeavoured meekly to comply with his request.
-</p>
-<p>
-“And now, widow,” continued the ruffian, setting down the candle, and
-applying his lips to the bottle neck as he flung his heavy frame upon a
-bench, “I've a piece o' good news for you.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Good news will be news to me. What is it?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Guess,” rejoined Blueskin, attempting to throw a gallant expression into
-his forbidding countenance.
-</p>
-<p>
-Mrs. Sheppard trembled violently; and though she understood his meaning
-too well, she answered,—“I can't guess.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Well, then,” returned the ruffian, “to put you out o' suspense, as the
-topsman remarked to poor Tom Sheppard, afore he turned him off, I'm come
-to make you an honourable proposal o' marriage. You won't refuse me, I'm
-sure; so no more need be said about the matter. To-morrow, we'll go to the
-Fleet and get spliced. Don't shake so. What I said about your brat was all
-stuff. I didn't mean it. It's my way when I'm ruffled. I shall take to him
-as nat'ral as if he were my own flesh and blood afore long.—I'll
-give him the edication of a prig,—teach him the use of his forks
-betimes,—and make him, in the end, as clever a cracksman as his
-father.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Never!” shrieked Mrs. Sheppard; “never! never!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Halloa! what's this?” demanded Blueskin, springing to his feet. “Do you
-mean to say that if I support your kid, I shan't bring him up how I please—eh?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Don't question me, but leave me,” replied the widow wildly; “you had
-better.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Leave you!” echoed the ruffian, with a contemptuous laugh; “—not
-just yet.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I am not unprotected,” rejoined the poor woman; “there's some one at the
-window. Help! help!”
- </p>
-<p>
-But her cries were unheeded. And Blueskin, who, for a moment, had looked
-round distrustfully, concluding it was a feint, now laughed louder than
-ever.
-</p>
-<p>
-“It won't do, widow,” said he, drawing near her, while she shrank from his
-approach, “so you may spare your breath. Come, come, be reasonable, and
-listen to me. Your kid has already brought me good luck, and may bring me
-still more if his edication's attended to. This purse,” he added, chinking
-it in the air, “and this ring, were given me for him just now by the lady,
-who made a false step on leaving your house. If I'd been in the way,
-instead of Jonathan Wild, that accident wouldn't have happened.”
- </p>
-<p>
-As he said this, a slight noise was heard without.
-</p>
-<p>
-“What's that?” ejaculated the ruffian, glancing uneasily towards the
-window. “Who's there?—Pshaw! it's only the wind.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“It's Jonathan Wild,” returned the widow, endeavouring to alarm him. “I
-told you I was not unprotected.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“<i>He</i> protect <i>you</i>,” retorted Blueskin, maliciously; “you
-haven't a worse enemy on the face of the earth than Jonathan Wild. If
-you'd read your husband's dying speech, you'd know that he laid his death
-at Jonathan's door,—and with reason too, as I can testify.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Man!” screamed Mrs. Sheppard, with a vehemence that shook even the
-hardened wretch beside her, “begone, and tempt me not.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“What should I tempt you to?” asked Blueskin, in surprise.
-</p>
-<p>
-“To—to—no matter what,” returned the widow distractedly. “Go—go!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I see what you mean,” rejoined Blueskin, tossing a large case-knife,
-which he took from his pocket, in the air, and catching it dexterously by
-the haft as it fell; “you owe Jonathan a grudge;—so do I. He hanged
-your first husband. Just speak the word,” he added, drawing the knife
-significantly across his throat, “and I'll put it out of his power to do
-the same by your second. But d—n him! let's talk o' something more
-agreeable. Look at this ring;—it's a diamond, and worth a mint o'
-money. It shall be your wedding ring. Look at it, I say. The lady's name's
-engraved inside, but so small I can scarcely read it. A-L-I-V-A—Aliva—T-R-E-N—Trencher
-that's it. Aliva Trencher.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Aliva Trenchard!” exclaimed Mrs. Sheppard, hastily; “is that the name?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Ay, ay, now I look again it <i>is</i> Trenchard. How came you to know it?
-Have you heard the name before?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I think I have—long, long ago, when I was a child,” replied Mrs.
-Sheppard, passing her hand across her brow; “but my memory is gone—quite
-gone. Where <i>can</i> I have heard it!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Devil knows,” rejoined Blueskin. “Let it pass. The ring's yours, and
-you're mine. Here, put it on your finger.”
- </p>
-<p>
-Mrs. Sheppard snatched back her hand from his grasp, and exerted all her
-force to repel his advances.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Set down the kid,” roared Blueskin, savagely.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Mercy!” screamed Mrs. Sheppard, struggling to escape, and holding the
-infant at arm's length; “have mercy on this helpless innocent!”
- </p>
-<p>
-And the child, alarmed by the strife, added its feeble cries to its
-mother's shrieks.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Set it down, I tell you,” thundered Blueskin, “or I shall do it a
-mischief.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Never!” cried Mrs. Sheppard.
-</p>
-<p>
-Uttering a terrible imprecation, Blueskin placed the knife between his
-teeth, and endeavoured to seize the poor woman by the throat. In the
-struggle her cap fell off. The ruffian caught hold of her hair, and held
-her fast. The chamber rang with her shrieks. But her cries, instead of
-moving her assailant's compassion, only added to his fury. Planting his
-knee against her side, he pulled her towards him with one hand, while with
-the other he sought his knife. The child was now within reach; and, in
-another moment, he would have executed his deadly purpose, if an arm from
-behind had not felled him to the ground.
-</p>
-<p>
-When Mrs. Sheppard, who had been stricken down by the blow that prostrated
-her assailant, looked up, she perceived Jonathan Wild kneeling beside the
-body of Blueskin. He was holding the ring to the light, and narrowly
-examining the inscription.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Trenchard,” he muttered; “Aliva Trenchard—they were right, then, as
-to the name. Well, if she survives the accident—as the blood, who
-styles himself Sir Cecil, fancies she may do—this ring will make my
-fortune by leading to the discovery of the chief parties concerned in this
-strange affair.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Is the poor lady alive?” asked Mrs. Sheppard, eagerly.
-</p>
-<p>
-“'Sblood!” exclaimed Jonathan, hastily thrusting the ring into his vest,
-and taking up a heavy horseman's pistol with which he had felled Blueskin,—“I
-thought you'd been senseless.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Is she alive?” repeated the widow.
-</p>
-<p>
-“What's that to you?” demanded Jonathan, gruffly.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Oh, nothing—nothing,” returned Mrs. Sheppard. “But pray tell me if
-her husband has escaped?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Her husband!” echoed Jonathan scornfully. “A <i>husband</i> has little to
-fear from his wife's kinsfolk. Her <i>lover</i>, Darrell, has embarked
-upon the Thames, where, if he's not capsized by the squall, (for it's
-blowing like the devil,) he stands a good chance of getting his throat cut
-by his pursuers—ha! ha! I tracked 'em to the banks of the river, and
-should have followed to see it out, if the watermen hadn't refused to take
-me. However, as things have turned up, it's fortunate that I came back.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“It is, indeed,” replied Mrs. Sheppard; “most fortunate for me.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“For <i>you</i>!” exclaimed Jonathan; “don't flatter yourself that I'm
-thinking of you. Blueskin might have butchered you and your brat before
-I'd have lifted a finger to prevent him, if it hadn't suited my purposes
-to do so, and <i>he</i> hadn't incurred my displeasure. I never forgive an
-injury. Your husband could have told you that.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“How had he offended you?” inquired the widow.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I'll tell you,” answered Jonathan, sternly. “He thwarted my schemes
-twice. The first time, I overlooked the offence; but the second time, when
-I had planned to break open the house of his master, the fellow who
-visited you to-night,—Wood, the carpenter of Wych Street,—he
-betrayed me. I told him I would bring him to the gallows, and I was as
-good as my word.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“You were so,” replied Mrs Sheppard; “and for that wicked deed you will
-one day be brought to the gallows yourself.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Not before I have conducted your child thither,” retorted Jonathan, with
-a withering look.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Ah!” ejaculated Mrs. Sheppard, paralysed by the threat.
-</p>
-<p>
-“If that sickly brat lives to be a man,” continued Jonathan, rising, “I'll
-hang him upon the same tree as his father.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Pity!” shrieked the widow.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I'll be his evil genius!” vociferated Jonathan, who seemed to enjoy her
-torture.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Begone, wretch!” cried the mother, stung beyond endurance by his taunts;
-“or I will drive you hence with my curses.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Curse on, and welcome,” jeered Wild.
-</p>
-<p>
-Mrs. Sheppard raised her hand, and the malediction trembled upon her
-tongue. But ere the words could find utterance, her maternal tenderness
-overcame her indignation; and, sinking upon her knees, she extended her
-arms over her child.
-</p>
-<p>
-“A mother's prayers—a mother's blessings,” she cried, with the
-fervour almost of inspiration, “will avail against a fiend's malice.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“We shall see,” rejoined Jonathan, turning carelessly upon his heel.
-</p>
-<p>
-And, as he quitted the room, the poor widow fell with her face upon the
-floor.
-</p>
-<p>
-<br /><br />
-</p>
-<hr />
-<p>
-<a name="link2HCH0006" id="link2HCH0006"> </a>
-</p>
-<div style="height: 4em;">
-<br /><br /><br /><br />
-</div>
-<h2>
-CHAPTER VI. THE STORM.
-</h2>
-<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">A</span>s soon as he was liberated by his persecutors, Mr. Wood set off at full
-speed from the Mint, and, hurrying he scarce knew whither (for there was
-such a continual buzzing in his ears and dancing in his eyes, as almost to
-take away the power of reflection), he held on at a brisk pace till his
-strength completely failed him.
-</p>
-<p>
-On regaining his breath, he began to consider whither chance had led him;
-and, rubbing his eyes to clear his sight, he perceived a sombre pile, with
-a lofty tower and broad roof, immediately in front of him. This structure
-at once satisfied him as to where he stood. He knew it to be St. Saviour's
-Church. As he looked up at the massive tower, the clock tolled forth the
-hour of midnight. The solemn strokes were immediately answered by a
-multitude of chimes, sounding across the Thames, amongst which the deep
-note of Saint Paul's was plainly distinguishable. A feeling of
-inexplicable awe crept over the carpenter as the sounds died away. He
-trembled, not from any superstitious dread, but from an undefined sense of
-approaching danger. The peculiar appearance of the sky was not without
-some influence in awakening these terrors. Over one of the pinnacles of
-the tower a speck of pallid light marked the position of the moon, then
-newly born and newly risen. It was still profoundly dark; but the wind,
-which had begun to blow with some violence, chased the clouds rapidly
-across the heavens, and dispersed the vapours hanging nearer the earth.
-Sometimes the moon was totally eclipsed; at others, it shed a wan and
-ghastly glimmer over the masses rolling in the firmament. Not a star could
-be discerned, but, in their stead, streaks of lurid radiance, whence
-proceeding it was impossible to determine, shot ever and anon athwart the
-dusky vault, and added to the ominous and threatening appearance of the
-night.
-</p>
-<p>
-Alarmed by these prognostications of a storm, and feeling too much
-exhausted from his late severe treatment to proceed further on foot, Wood
-endeavoured to find a tavern where he might warm and otherwise refresh
-himself. With this view he struck off into a narrow street on the left,
-and soon entered a small alehouse, over the door of which hung the sign of
-the “Welsh Trumpeter.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Let me have a glass of brandy,” said he, addressing the host.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Too late, master,” replied the landlord of the Trumpeter, in a surly
-tone, for he did not much like the appearance of his customer; “just shut
-up shop.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Zounds! David Pugh, don't you know your old friend and countryman?”
- exclaimed the carpenter.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Ah! Owen Wood, is it you?” cried David in astonishment. “What the devil
-makes you out so late? And what has happened to you, man, eh?—you
-seem in a queer plight.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Give me the brandy, and I'll tell you,” replied Wood.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Here, wife—hostess—fetch me that bottle from the second shelf
-in the corner cupboard.—There, Mr. Wood,” cried David, pouring out a
-glass of the spirit, and offering it to the carpenter, “that'll warm the
-cockles of your heart. Don't be afraid, man,—off with it. It's right
-Nantz. I keep it for my own drinking,” he added in a lower tone.
-</p>
-<p>
-Mr. Wood having disposed of the brandy, and pronounced himself much
-better, hurried close to the fire-side, and informed his friend in a few
-words of the inhospitable treatment he had experienced from the gentlemen
-of the Mint; whereupon Mr. Pugh, who, as well as the carpenter, was a
-descendant of Cadwallader, waxed extremely wrath; gave utterance to a
-number of fierce-sounding imprecations in the Welsh tongue; and was just
-beginning to express the greatest anxiety to catch some of the rascals at
-the Trumpeter, when Mr. Wood cut him short by stating his intention of
-crossing the river as soon as possible in order to avoid the storm.
-</p>
-<p>
-“A storm!” exclaimed the landlord. “Gadzooks! I thought something was
-coming on; for when I looked at the weather-glass an hour ago, it had sunk
-lower than I ever remember it.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“We shall have a durty night on it, to a sartinty, landlord,” observed an
-old one-eyed sailor, who sat smoking his pipe by the fire-side. “The glass
-never sinks in that way, d'ye see, without a hurricane follerin', I've
-knowed it often do so in the West Injees. Moreover, a souple o' porpusses
-came up with the tide this mornin', and ha' bin flounderin' about i' the
-Thames abuv Lunnun Bridge all day long; and them say-monsters, you know,
-always proves sure fore runners of a gale.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Then the sooner I'm off the better,” cried Wood; “what's to pay, David?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Don't affront me, Owen, by asking such a question,” returned the
-landlord; “hadn't you better stop and finish the bottle?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Not a drop more,” replied Wood. “Enough's as good as a feast. Good
-night!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Well, if you won't be persuaded, and must have a boat, Owen,” observed
-the landlord, “there's a waterman asleep on that bench will help you to as
-tidy a craft as any on the Thames. Halloa, Ben!” cried he, shaking a
-broad-backed fellow, equipped in a short-skirted doublet, and having a
-badge upon his arm,—“scullers wanted.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Holloa! my hearty!” cried Ben, starting to his feet.
-</p>
-<p>
-“This gentleman wants a pair of oars,” said the landlord.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Where to, master?” asked Ben, touching his woollen cap.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Arundel Stairs,” replied Wood, “the nearest point to Wych Street.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Come along, master,” said the waterman.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Hark 'ee, Ben,” said the old sailor, knocking the ashes from his pipe
-upon the hob; “you may try, but dash my timbers if you'll ever cross the
-Thames to-night.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“And why not, old saltwater?” inquired Ben, turning a quid in his mouth.
-</p>
-<p>
-“'Cos there's a gale a-getting up as'll perwent you, young freshwater,”
- replied the tar.
-</p>
-<p>
-“It must look sharp then, or I shall give it the slip,” laughed Ben: “the
-gale never yet blowed as could perwent my crossing the Thames. The
-weather's been foul enough for the last fortnight, but I've never turned
-my back upon it.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“May be not,” replied the old sailor, drily; “but you'll find it too stiff
-for you to-night, anyhow. Howsomdever, if you <i>should</i> reach t'other
-side, take an old feller's advice, and don't be foolhardy enough to venter
-back again.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I tell 'ee what, saltwater,” said Ben, “I'll lay you my fare—and
-that'll be two shillin'—I'm back in an hour.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Done!” cried the old sailor. “But vere'll be the use o' vinnin'? you
-von't live to pay me.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Never fear,” replied Ben, gravely; “dead or alive I'll pay you, if I
-lose. There's my thumb upon it. Come along, master.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I tell 'ee what, landlord,” observed the old sailor, quietly replenishing
-his pipe from a huge pewter tobacco-box, as the waterman and Wood quitted
-the house, “you've said good-b'ye to your friend.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Odd's me! do you think so?” cried the host of the Trumpeter. “I'll run
-and bring him back. He's a Welshman, and I wouldn't for a trifle that any
-accident befel him.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Never mind,” said the old sailor, taking up a piece of blazing coal with
-the tongs, and applying it to his pipe; “let 'em try. They'll be back soon
-enough—or not at all.”
- </p>
-<p>
-Mr. Wood and the waterman, meanwhile, proceeded in the direction of St.
-Saviour's Stairs. Casting a hasty glance at the old and ruinous prison
-belonging to the liberty of the Bishop of Winchester (whose palace
-formerly adjoined the river), called the Clink, which gave its name to the
-street, along which he walked: and noticing, with some uneasiness, the
-melancholy manner in which the wind whistled through its barred casements,
-the carpenter followed his companion down an opening to the right, and
-presently arrived at the water-side.
-</p>
-<p>
-Moored to the steps, several wherries were dancing in the rushing current,
-as if impatient of restraint. Into one of these the waterman jumped, and,
-having assisted Mr. Wood to a seat within it, immediately pushed from
-land. Ben had scarcely adjusted his oars, when the gleam of a lantern was
-seen moving towards the bank. A shout was heard at a little distance, and,
-the next moment, a person rushed with breathless haste to the stair-head.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Boat there!” cried a voice, which Mr. Wood fancied he recognised.
-</p>
-<p>
-“You'll find a waterman asleep under his tilt in one of them ere craft, if
-you look about, Sir,” replied Ben, backing water as he spoke.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Can't you take me with you?” urged the voice; “I'll make it well worth
-your while. I've a child here whom I wish to convey across the water
-without loss of time.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“A child!” thought Wood; it must be the fugitive Darrell. “Hold hard,”
- cried he, addressing the waterman; “I'll give the gentleman a lift.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Unpossible, master,” rejoined Ben; “the tide's running down like a
-mill-sluice, and the wind's right in our teeth. Old saltwater was right.
-We shall have a reg'lar squall afore we gets across. D'ye hear how the
-wanes creaks on old Winchester House? We shall have a touch on it
-ourselves presently. But I shall lose my wager if I stay a moment longer—so
-here goes.” Upon which, he plunged his oars deeply into the stream, and
-the bark shot from the strand.
-</p>
-<p>
-Mr. Wood's anxiety respecting the fugitive was speedily relieved by
-hearing another waterman busy himself in preparation for starting; and,
-shortly after, the dip of a second pair of oars sounded upon the river.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Curse me, if I don't think all the world means to cross the Thames this
-fine night,” observed Ben. “One'd think it rained fares, as well as blowed
-great guns. Why, there's another party on the stair-head inquiring arter
-scullers; and, by the mass! they appear in a greater hurry than any on
-us.”
- </p>
-<p>
-His attention being thus drawn to the bank, the carpenter beheld three
-figures, one of whom bore a torch, leap into a wherry of a larger size
-than the others, which immediately put off from shore. Manned by a couple
-of watermen, who rowed with great swiftness, this wherry dashed through
-the current in the track of the fugitive, of whom it was evidently in
-pursuit, and upon whom it perceptibly gained. Mr. Wood strained his eyes
-to catch a glimpse of the flying skiff. But he could only discern a black
-and shapeless mass, floating upon the water at a little distance, which,
-to his bewildered fancy, appeared absolutely standing still. To the
-practised eye of the waterman matters wore a very different air. He
-perceived clearly enough, that the chase was moving quickly; and he was
-also aware, from the increased rapidity with which the oars were urged,
-that every exertion was made on board to get out of the reach of her
-pursuers. At one moment, it seemed as if the flying bark was about to put
-to shore. But this plan (probably from its danger) was instantly
-abandoned; not, however, before her momentary hesitation had been taken
-advantage of by her pursuers, who, redoubling their efforts at this
-juncture, materially lessened the distance between them.
-</p>
-<p>
-Ben watched these manoeuvres with great interest, and strained every sinew
-in his frame to keep ahead of the other boats.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Them's catchpoles, I s'pose, Sir, arter the gemman with a writ?” he
-observed.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Something worse, I fear,” Wood replied.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Why, you don't think as how they're crimps, do you?” Ben inquired.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I don't know what I think,” Wood answered sulkily; and he bent his eyes
-upon the water, as if he wished to avert his attention forcibly from the
-scene.
-</p>
-<p>
-There is something that inspires a feeling of inexpressible melancholy in
-sailing on a dark night upon the Thames. The sounds that reach the ear,
-and the objects that meet the eye, are all calculated to awaken a train of
-sad and serious contemplation. The ripple of the water against the boat,
-as its keel cleaves through the stream—the darkling current hurrying
-by—the indistinctly-seen craft, of all forms and all sizes, hovering
-around, and making their way in ghost-like silence, or warning each other
-of their approach by cries, that, heard from afar, have something doleful
-in their note—the solemn shadows cast by the bridges—the
-deeper gloom of the echoing arches—the lights glimmering from the
-banks—the red reflection thrown upon the waves by a fire kindled on
-some stationary barge—the tall and fantastic shapes of the houses,
-as discerned through the obscurity;—these, and other sights and
-sounds of the same character, give a sombre colour to the thoughts of one
-who may choose to indulge in meditation at such a time and in such a
-place.
-</p>
-<p>
-But it was otherwise with the carpenter. This was no night for the
-indulgence of dreamy musing. It was a night of storm and terror, which
-promised each moment to become more stormy and more terrible. Not a bark
-could be discerned on the river, except those already mentioned. The
-darkness was almost palpable; and the wind which, hitherto, had been
-blowing in gusts, was suddenly lulled. It was a dead calm. But this calm
-was more awful than the previous roaring of the blast.
-</p>
-<p>
-Amid this portentous hush, the report of a pistol reached the carpenter's
-ears; and, raising his head at the sound, he beheld a sight which filled
-him with fresh apprehensions.
-</p>
-<p>
-By the light of a torch borne at the stern of the hostile wherry, he saw
-that the pursuers had approached within a short distance of the object of
-their quest. The shot had taken effect upon the waterman who rowed the
-chase. He had abandoned his oars, and the boat was drifting with the
-stream towards the enemy. Escape was now impossible. Darrell stood erect
-in the bark, with his drawn sword in hand, prepared to repel the attack of
-his assailants, who, in their turn, seemed to await with impatience the
-moment which should deliver him into their power.
-</p>
-<p>
-They had not to tarry long. In another instant, the collision took place.
-The watermen, who manned the larger wherry, immediately shipped their
-oars, grappled with the drifting skiff, and held it fast. Wood, then,
-beheld two persons, one of whom he recognised as Rowland, spring on board
-the chase. A fierce struggle ensued. There was a shrill cry, instantly
-succeeded by a deep splash.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Put about, waterman, for God's sake!” cried Wood, whose humanity got the
-better of every personal consideration; “some one is overboard. Give way,
-and let us render what assistance we can to the poor wretch.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“It's all over with him by this time, master,” replied Ben, turning the
-head of his boat, and rowing swiftly towards the scene of strife; “but d—n
-him, he was the chap as hit poor Bill Thomson just now, and I don't much
-care if he should be food for fishes.”
- </p>
-<p>
-As Ben spoke, they drew near the opposing parties. The contest was now
-carried on between Rowland and Darrell. The latter had delivered himself
-from one of his assailants, the attendant, Davies. Hurled over the sides
-of the skiff, the ruffian speedily found a watery grave. It was a
-spring-tide at half ebb; and the current, which was running fast and
-furiously, bore him instantly away. While the strife raged between the
-principals, the watermen in the larger wherry were occupied in stemming
-the force of the torrent, and endeavouring to keep the boats, they had
-lashed together, stationary. Owing to this circumstance, Mr. Wood's boat,
-impelled alike by oar and tide, shot past the mark at which it aimed; and
-before it could be again brought about, the struggle had terminated. For a
-few minutes, Darrell seemed to have the advantage in the conflict. Neither
-combatant could use his sword; and in strength the fugitive was evidently
-superior to his antagonist. The boat rocked violently with the struggle.
-Had it not been lashed to the adjoining wherry, it must have been upset,
-and have precipitated the opponents into the water. Rowland felt himself
-sinking beneath the powerful grasp of his enemy. He called to the other
-attendant, who held the torch. Understanding the appeal, the man snatched
-his master's sword from his grasp, and passed it through Darrell's body.
-The next moment, a heavy plunge told that the fugitive had been consigned
-to the waves.
-</p>
-<p>
-Darrell, however, rose again instantly; and though mortally wounded, made
-a desperate effort to regain the boat.
-</p>
-<p>
-“My child!” he groaned faintly.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Well reminded,” answered Rowland, who had witnessed his struggles with a
-smile of gratified vengeance; “I had forgotten the accursed imp in this
-confusion. Take it,” he cried, lifting the babe from the bottom of the
-boat, and flinging it towards its unfortunate father.
-</p>
-<p>
-The child fell within a short distance of Darrell, who, hearing the
-splash, struck out in that direction, and caught it before it sank. At
-this juncture, the sound of oars reached his ears, and he perceived Mr.
-Wood's boat bearing up towards him.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Here he is, waterman,” exclaimed the benevolent carpenter. “I see him!—row
-for your life!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“That's the way to miss him, master,” replied Ben coolly. “We must keep
-still. The tide'll bring him to us fast enough.”
- </p>
-<p>
-Ben judged correctly. Borne along by the current, Darrell was instantly at
-the boat's side.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Seize this oar,” vociferated the waterman.
-</p>
-<p>
-“First take the child,” cried Darrell, holding up the infant, and clinging
-to the oar with a dying effort.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Give it me,” returned the carpenter; “all's safe. Now lend me your own
-hand.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“My strength fails me,” gasped the fugitive. “I cannot climb the boat.
-Take my child to—it is—oh God!—I am sinking—take
-it—take it!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Where?” shouted Wood.
-</p>
-<p>
-Darrell attempted to reply. But he could only utter an inarticulate
-exclamation. The next moment his grasp relaxed, and he sank to rise no
-more.
-</p>
-<p>
-Rowland, meantime, alarmed by the voices, snatched a torch from his
-attendant, and holding it over the side of the wherry, witnessed the
-incident just described.
-</p>
-<p>
-<br /><br />
-</p>
-<hr />
-<p>
-<a name="linkimage-0009" id="linkimage-0009"> </a>
-</p>
-<div class="fig" style="width:35%;">
-<img src="images/145s.jpg" alt="145s " width="100%" /><br />
-</div>
-<h4>
-<a href="images/145.jpg"><i>Original Size</i></a> -- <a
-href="images/145m.jpg"><i>Medium-Size</i></a>
-</h4>
-<p>
-“Confusion!” cried he; “there is another boat in our wake. They have
-rescued the child. Loose the wherry, and stand to your oars—quick—quick!”
- </p>
-<p>
-These commands were promptly obeyed. The boat was set free, and the men
-resumed their seats. Rowland's purposes were, however, defeated in a
-manner as unexpected as appalling.
-</p>
-<p>
-During the foregoing occurrences a dead calm prevailed. But as Rowland
-sprang to the helm, and gave the signal for pursuit, a roar like a volley
-of ordnance was heard aloft, and the wind again burst its bondage. A
-moment before, the surface of the stream was black as ink. It was now
-whitening, hissing, and seething like an enormous cauldron. The blast once
-more swept over the agitated river: whirled off the sheets of foam,
-scattered them far and wide in rain-drops, and left the raging torrent
-blacker than before. The gale had become a hurricane: that hurricane was
-the most terrible that ever laid waste our city. Destruction everywhere
-marked its course. Steeples toppled, and towers reeled beneath its fury.
-Trees were torn up by the roots; many houses were levelled to the ground;
-others were unroofed; the leads on the churches were ripped off, and
-“shrivelled up like scrolls of parchment.” Nothing on land or water was
-spared by the remorseless gale. Most of the vessels lying in the river
-were driven from their moorings, dashed tumultuously against each other,
-or blown ashore. All was darkness, horror, confusion, ruin. Men fled from
-their tottering habitations, and returned to them scared by greater
-dangers. The end of the world seemed at hand.
-</p>
-<p>
-At this time of universal havoc and despair,—when all London quaked
-at the voice of the storm,—the carpenter, who was exposed to its
-utmost fury, fared better than might have been anticipated. The boat in
-which he rode was not overset. Fortunately, her course had been shifted
-immediately after the rescue of the child; and, in consequence of this
-movement, she received the first shock of the hurricane, which blew from
-the southwest, upon her stern. Her head dipped deeply into the current,
-and she narrowly escaped being swamped. Righting, however, instantly
-afterwards, she scudded with the greatest rapidity over the boiling waves,
-to whose mercy she was now entirely abandoned. On this fresh outburst of
-the storm, Wood threw himself instinctively into the bottom of the boat,
-and clasping the little orphan to his breast, endeavoured to prepare
-himself to meet his fate.
-</p>
-<p>
-While he was thus occupied, he felt a rough grasp upon his arm, and
-presently afterwards Ben's lips approached close to his ear. The waterman
-sheltered his mouth with his hand while he spoke, or his voice would have
-been carried away by the violence of the blast.
-</p>
-<p>
-“It's all up, master,” groaned Ben, “nothin' short of a merracle can save
-us. The boat's sure to run foul o' the bridge; and if she 'scapes stavin'
-above, she'll be swamped to a sartainty below. There'll be a fall of above
-twelve foot o' water, and think o' that on a night as 'ud blow a whole
-fleet to the devil.”
- </p>
-<p>
-Mr. Wood <i>did</i> think of it, and groaned aloud.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Heaven help us!” he exclaimed; “we were mad to neglect the old sailor's
-advice.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“That's what troubles me,” rejoined Ben. “I tell 'ee what, master, if
-you're more fortinate nor I am, and get ashore, give old saltwater your
-fare. I pledged my thumb that, dead or alive, I'd pay the wager if I lost;
-and I should like to be as good as my word.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I will—I will,” replied Wood hastily. “Was that thunder?” he
-faltered, as a terrible clap was heard overhead.
-</p>
-<p>
-“No; it's only a fresh gale,” Ben returned: “hark! now it comes.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Lord have mercy upon us, miserable sinners!” ejaculated Wood, as a
-fearful gust dashed the water over the side of the boat, deluging him with
-spray.
-</p>
-<p>
-The hurricane had now reached its climax. The blast shrieked, as if
-exulting in its wrathful mission. Stunning and continuous, the din seemed
-almost to take away the power of hearing. He, who had faced the gale,
-would have been instantly stifled. Piercing through every crevice in the
-clothes, it, in some cases, tore them from the wearer's limbs, or from his
-grasp. It penetrated the skin; benumbed the flesh; paralysed the
-faculties. The intense darkness added to the terror of the storm. The
-destroying angel hurried by, shrouded in his gloomiest apparel. None saw,
-though all felt, his presence, and heard the thunder of his voice.
-Imagination, coloured by the obscurity, peopled the air with phantoms. Ten
-thousand steeds appeared to be trampling aloft, charged with the work of
-devastation. Awful shapes seemed to flit by, borne on the wings of the
-tempest, animating and directing its fury. The actual danger was lost
-sight of in these wild apprehensions; and many timorous beings were scared
-beyond reason's verge by the excess of their fears.
-</p>
-<p>
-This had well nigh been the case with the carpenter. He was roused from
-the stupor of despair into which he had sunk by the voice of Ben, who
-roared in his ear, “The bridge!—the bridge!”
- </p>
-<p>
-<br /><br />
-</p>
-<hr />
-<p>
-<a name="link2HCH0007" id="link2HCH0007"> </a>
-</p>
-<div style="height: 4em;">
-<br /><br /><br /><br />
-</div>
-<h2>
-CHAPTER VII. OLD LONDON BRIDGE.
-</h2>
-<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">L</span>ondon, at the period of this history, boasted only a single bridge. But
-that bridge was more remarkable than any the metropolis now possesses.
-Covered with houses, from one end to the other, this reverend and
-picturesque structure presented the appearance of a street across the
-Thames. It was as if Grace-church Street, with all its shops, its
-magazines, and ceaseless throng of passengers, were stretched from the
-Middlesex to the Surrey shore. The houses were older, the shops gloomier,
-and the thoroughfare narrower, it is true; but the bustle, the crowd, the
-street-like air was the same. Then the bridge had arched gateways,
-bristling with spikes, and garnished (as all ancient gateways ought to be)
-with the heads of traitors. In olden days it boasted a chapel, dedicated
-to Saint Thomas; beneath which there was a crypt curiously constructed
-amid the arches, where “was sepultured Peter the Chaplain of Colechurch,
-who began the Stone Bridge at London:” and it still boasted an edifice
-(though now in rather a tumbledown condition) which had once vied with a
-palace,—we mean Nonesuch House. The other buildings stood close
-together in rows; and so valuable was every inch of room accounted, that,
-in many cases, cellars, and even habitable apartments, were constructed in
-the solid masonry of the piers.
-</p>
-<p>
-Old London Bridge (the grandsire of the present erection) was supported on
-nineteen arches, each of which
-</p>
-<pre xml:space="preserve">
-Would a Rialto make for depth and height!
-</pre>
-<p>
-The arches stood upon enormous piers; the piers on starlings, or jetties,
-built far out into the river to break the force of the tide.
-</p>
-<p>
-Roused by Ben's warning, the carpenter looked up and could just perceive
-the dusky outline of the bridge looming through the darkness, and rendered
-indistinctly visible by the many lights that twinkled from the windows of
-the lofty houses. As he gazed at these lights, they suddenly seemed to
-disappear, and a tremendous shock was felt throughout the frame of the
-boat. Wood started to his feet. He found that the skiff had been dashed
-against one of the buttresses of the bridge.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Jump!” cried Ben, in a voice of thunder.
-</p>
-<p>
-Wood obeyed. His fears supplied him with unwonted vigour. Though the
-starling was more than two feet above the level of the water, he alighted
-with his little charge—which he had never for an instant quitted—in
-safety upon it. Poor Ben was not so fortunate. Just as he was preparing to
-follow, the wherry containing Rowland and his men, which had drifted in
-their wake, was dashed against his boat. The violence of the collision
-nearly threw him backwards, and caused him to swerve as he sprang. His
-foot touched the rounded edge of the starling, and glanced off,
-precipitating him into the water. As he fell, he caught at the projecting
-masonry. But the stone was slippery; and the tide, which here began to
-feel the influence of the fall, was running with frightful velocity. He
-could not make good his hold. But, uttering a loud cry, he was swept away
-by the headlong torrent.
-</p>
-<p>
-Mr. Wood heard the cry. But his own situation was too perilous to admit of
-his rendering any assistance to the ill-fated waterman. He fancied,
-indeed, that he beheld a figure spring upon the starling at the moment
-when the boats came in contact; but, as he could perceive no one near him,
-he concluded he must have been mistaken.
-</p>
-<p>
-<br /><br />
-</p>
-<hr />
-<p>
-<a name="linkimage-0010" id="linkimage-0010"> </a>
-</p>
-<div class="fig" style="width:35%;">
-<img src="images/155s.jpg" alt="155s " width="100%" /><br />
-</div>
-<h4>
-<a href="images/155.jpg"><i>Original Size</i></a> -- <a
-href="images/155m.jpg"><i>Medium-Size</i></a>
-</h4>
-<p>
-In order to make Mr. Wood's present position, and subsequent proceedings
-fully intelligible, it may be necessary to give some notion of the shape
-and structure of the platform on which he had taken refuge. It has been
-said, that the pier of each arch, or lock of Old London Bridge, was
-defended from the force of the tide by a huge projecting spur called a
-starling. These starlings varied in width, according to the bulk of the
-pier they surrounded. But they were all pretty nearly of the same length,
-and built somewhat after the model of a boat, having extremities as sharp
-and pointed as the keel of a canoe. Cased and ribbed with stone, and
-braced with horizontal beams of timber, the piles, which formed the
-foundation of these jetties, had resisted the strong encroachments of the
-current for centuries. Some of them are now buried at the bottom of the
-Thames. The starling, on which the carpenter stood, was the fourth from
-the Surrey shore. It might be three yards in width, and a few more in
-length; but it was covered with ooze and slime, and the waves continually
-broke over it. The transverse spars before mentioned were as slippery as
-ice; and the hollows between them were filled ankle-deep with water.
-</p>
-<p>
-The carpenter threw himself flat upon the starling to avoid the fury of
-the wind. But in this posture he fared worse than ever. If he ran less
-risk of being blown over, he stood a much greater chance of being washed
-off, or stifled. As he lay on his back, he fancied himself gradually
-slipping off the platform. Springing to his feet in an ecstasy of terror,
-he stumbled, and had well nigh realized his worst apprehensions. He, next,
-tried to clamber up the flying buttresses and soffits of the pier, in the
-hope of reaching some of the windows and other apertures with which, as a
-man-of-war is studded with port-holes, the sides of the bridge were
-pierced. But this wild scheme was speedily abandoned; and, nerved by
-despair, the carpenter resolved to hazard an attempt, from the execution,
-almost from the contemplation, of which he had hitherto shrunk. This was
-to pass under the arch, along the narrow ledge of the starling, and, if
-possible, attain the eastern platform, where, protected by the bridge, he
-would suffer less from the excessive violence of the gale.
-</p>
-<p>
-Assured, if he remained much longer where he was, he would inevitably
-perish, Wood recommended himself to the protection of Heaven, and began
-his perilous course. Carefully sustaining the child which, even in that
-terrible extremity, he had not the heart to abandon, he fell upon his
-knees, and, guiding himself with his right hand, crept slowly on. He had
-scarcely entered the arch, when the indraught was so violent, and the
-noise of the wind so dreadful and astounding, that he almost determined to
-relinquish the undertaking. But the love of life prevailed over his fears.
-He went on.
-</p>
-<p>
-The ledge, along which he crawled, was about a foot wide. In length the
-arch exceeded seventy feet. To the poor carpenter it seemed an endless
-distance. When, by slow and toilsome efforts, he had arrived midway,
-something obstructed his further progress. It was a huge stone placed
-there by some workmen occupied in repairing the structure. Cold drops
-stood upon Wood's brow, as he encountered this obstacle. To return was
-impossible,—to raise himself certain destruction. He glanced
-downwards at the impetuous torrent, which he could perceive shooting past
-him with lightning swiftness in the gloom. He listened to the thunder of
-the fall now mingling with the roar of the blast; and, driven almost
-frantic by what he heard and saw, he pushed with all his force against the
-stone. To his astonishment and delight it yielded to the pressure, toppled
-over the ledge, and sank. Such was the hubbub and tumult around him, that
-the carpenter could not hear its plunge into the flood. His course,
-however, was no longer interrupted, and he crept on.
-</p>
-<p>
-After encountering other dangers, and being twice, compelled to fling
-himself flat upon his face to avoid slipping from the wet and slimy
-pathway, he was at length about to emerge from the lock, when, to his
-inexpressible horror, he found he had lost the child!
-</p>
-<p>
-All the blood in his veins rushed to his heart, and he shook in every limb
-as he made this discovery. A species of vertigo seized him. His brain
-reeled. He fancied that the whole fabric of the bridge was cracking over
-head,—that the arch was tumbling upon him,—that the torrent
-was swelling around him, whirling him off, and about to bury him in the
-deafening abyss. He shrieked with agony, and clung with desperate tenacity
-to the roughened stones. But calmer thoughts quickly succeeded. On taxing
-his recollection, the whole circumstance rushed to mind with painful
-distinctness. He remembered that, before he attempted to dislodge the
-stone, he had placed the child in a cavity of the pier, which the granite
-mass had been intended to fill. This obstacle being removed, in his
-eagerness to proceed, he had forgotten to take his little charge with him.
-It was still possible the child might be in safety. And so bitterly did
-the carpenter reproach himself with his neglect, that he resolved, at all
-risks, to go back in search of it. Acting upon this humane determination,
-he impelled himself slowly backwards,—for he did not dare to face
-the blast,—and with incredible labour and fatigue reached the
-crevice. His perseverance was amply rewarded. The child was still safe. It
-lay undisturbed in the remotest corner of the recess.
-</p>
-<p>
-So overjoyed was the carpenter with the successful issue of his
-undertaking, that he scarcely paused a moment to recruit himself; but,
-securing the child, set out upon his return. Retracing his steps, he
-arrived, without further accident, at the eastern platform of the
-starling. As he anticipated, he was here comparatively screened from the
-fury of the wind; and when he gazed upon the roaring fall beneath him,
-visible through the darkness in a glistening sheet of foam, his heart
-overflowed with gratitude for his providential deliverance.
-</p>
-<p>
-As he moved about upon the starling, Mr. Wood became sensible that he was
-not alone. Some one was standing beside him. This, then, must be the
-person whom he had seen spring upon the western platform at the time of
-the collision between the boats. The carpenter well knew from the obstacle
-which had interfered with his own progress, that the unknown could not
-have passed through the same lock as himself. But he might have crept
-along the left side of the pier, and beneath the further arch; whereas,
-Wood, as we have seen, took his course upon the right. The darkness
-prevented the carpenter from discerning the features or figure of the
-stranger; and the ceaseless din precluded the possibility of holding any
-communication by words with him. Wood, however, made known his presence to
-the individual by laying his hand upon his shoulder. The stranger started
-at the touch, and spoke. But his words were borne away by the driving
-wind.
-</p>
-<p>
-Finding all attempts at conversation with his companion in misfortune in
-vain, Wood, in order to distract his thoughts, looked up at the gigantic
-structure standing, like a wall of solid darkness, before him. What was
-his transport on perceiving that a few yards above him a light was
-burning. The carpenter did not hesitate a moment. He took a handful of the
-gravelly mud, with which the platform was covered, and threw the small
-pebbles, one by one, towards the gleam. A pane of glass was shivered by
-each stone. The signal of distress was evidently understood. The light
-disappeared. The window was shortly after opened, and a rope ladder, with
-a lighted horn lantern attached to it, let down.
-</p>
-<p>
-Wood grasped his companion's arm to attract his attention to this
-unexpected means of escape. The ladder was now within reach. Both advanced
-towards it, when, by the light of the lantern, Wood beheld, in the
-countenance of the stranger, the well-remembered and stern features of
-Rowland.
-</p>
-<p>
-The carpenter trembled; for he perceived Rowland's gaze fixed first upon
-the infant, and then on himself.
-</p>
-<p>
-“It <i>is</i> her child!” shrieked Rowland, in a voice heard above the
-howling of the tempest, “risen from this roaring abyss to torment me. Its
-parents have perished. And shall their wretched offspring live to blight
-my hopes, and blast my fame? Never!” And, with these words, he grasped
-Wood by the throat, and, despite his resistance, dragged him to the very
-verge of the platform.
-</p>
-<p>
-All this juncture, a thundering crash was heard against the side of the
-bridge. A stack of chimneys, on the house above them, had yielded to the
-storm, and descended in a shower of bricks and stones.
-</p>
-<p>
-When the carpenter a moment afterwards stretched out his hand, scarcely
-knowing whether he was alive or dead, he found himself alone. The fatal
-shower, from which he and his little charge escaped uninjured, had
-stricken his assailant and precipitated him into the boiling gulf.
-</p>
-<p>
-“It's an ill wind that blows nobody good,” thought the carpenter, turning
-his attention to the child, whose feeble struggles and cries proclaimed
-that, as yet, life had not been extinguished by the hardships it had
-undergone. “Poor little creature!” he muttered, pressing it tenderly to
-his breast, as he grasped the rope and clambered up to the window: “if
-thou hast, indeed, lost both thy parents, as that terrible man said just
-now, thou art not wholly friendless and deserted, for I myself will be a
-father to thee! And in memory of this dreadful night, and the death from
-which I have, been the means of preserving thee, thou shalt bear the name
-of THAMES DARRELL.”
- </p>
-<p>
-No sooner had Wood crept through the window, than nature gave way, and he
-fainted. On coming to himself, he found he had been wrapped in a blanket
-and put to bed with a couple of hot bricks to his feet. His first
-inquiries were concerning the child, and he was delighted to find that it
-still lived and was doing well. Every care had been taken of it, as well
-as of himself, by the humane inmates of the house in which he had sought
-shelter.
-</p>
-<p>
-About noon, next day, he was able to move; and the gale having abated, he
-set out homewards with his little charge.
-</p>
-<p>
-The city presented a terrible picture of devastation. London Bridge had
-suffered a degree less than most places. But it was almost choked up with
-fallen stacks of chimneys, broken beams of timber, and shattered tiles.
-The houses overhung in a frightful manner, and looked as if the next gust
-would precipitate them into the river. With great difficulty, Wood forced
-a path through the ruins. It was a work of no slight danger, for every
-instant a wall, or fragment of a building, came crashing to the ground.
-Thames Street was wholly impassable. Men were going hither and thither
-with barrows, and ladders and ropes, removing the rubbish, and trying to
-support the tottering habitations. Grace-church Street was entirely
-deserted, except by a few stragglers, whose curiosity got the better of
-their fears; or who, like the carpenter, were compelled to proceed along
-it. The tiles lay a foot thick in the road. In some cases they were ground
-almost to powder; in others, driven deeply into the earth, as if
-discharged from a piece of ordnance. The roofs and gables of many of the
-houses had been torn off. The signs of the shops were carried to
-incredible distances. Here and there, a building might be seen with the
-doors and windows driven in, and all access to it prevented by the heaps
-of bricks and tilesherds.
-</p>
-<p>
-Through this confusion the carpenter struggled on;—now ascending,
-now descending the different mountains of rubbish that beset his path, at
-the imminent peril of his life and limbs, until he arrived in Fleet
-Street. The hurricane appeared to have raged in this quarter with tenfold
-fury. Mr. Wood scarcely knew where he was. The old aspect of the place was
-gone. In lieu of the substantial habitations which he had gazed on
-overnight, he beheld a row of falling scaffoldings, for such they seemed.
-</p>
-<p>
-It was a dismal and depressing sight to see a great city thus suddenly
-overthrown; and the carpenter was deeply moved by the spectacle. As usual,
-however, on the occasion of any great calamity, a crowd was scouring the
-streets, whose sole object was plunder. While involved in this crowd, near
-Temple Bar,—where the thoroughfare was most dangerous from the
-masses of ruin that impeded it,—an individual, whose swarthy
-features recalled to the carpenter one of his tormentors of the previous
-night, collared him, and, with bitter imprecations accused him of stealing
-his child. In vain Wood protested his innocence. The ruffian's companions
-took his part. And the infant, in all probability, would have been
-snatched from its preserver, if a posse of the watch (sent out to maintain
-order and protect property) had not opportunely arrived, and by a vigorous
-application of their halberts dispersed his persecutors, and set him at
-liberty.
-</p>
-<p>
-Mr. Wood then took to his heels, and never once looked behind him till he
-reached his own dwelling in Wych Street. His wife met him at the door, and
-into her hands he delivered his little charge.
-</p>
-<h3>
-END THE FIRST EPOCH.
-</h3>
-<p>
-<br /><br />
-</p>
-<hr />
-<p>
-<a name="link2H_4_0009" id="link2H_4_0009"> </a>
-</p>
-<div style="height: 4em;">
-<br /><br /><br /><br />
-</div>
-<h2>
-EPOCH THE SECOND, 1715, THAMES DARRELL
-</h2>
-<p>
-<br /><br />
-</p>
-<hr />
-<p>
-<a name="link2HCH0008" id="link2HCH0008"> </a>
-</p>
-<div style="height: 4em;">
-<br /><br /><br /><br />
-</div>
-<h2>
-CHAPTER I. THE IDLE APPRENTICE.
-</h2>
-<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>welve years! How many events have occurred during that long interval! how
-many changes have taken place! The whole aspect of things is altered. The
-child has sprung into a youth; the youth has become a man; the man has
-already begun to feel the advances of age. Beauty has bloomed and faded.
-Fresh flowers of loveliness have budded, expanded, died. The fashions of
-the day have become antiquated. New customs have prevailed over the old.
-Parties, politics, and popular opinions have changed. The crown has passed
-from the brow of one monarch to that of another. Habits and tastes are no
-longer the same. We, ourselves, are scarcely the same we were twelve years
-ago.
-</p>
-<p>
-Twelve years ago! It is an awful retrospect. Dare we look back upon the
-darkened vista, and, in imagination retrace the path we have trod? With
-how many vain hopes is it shaded! with how many good resolutions, never
-fulfilled, is it paved! Where are the dreams of ambition in which, twelve
-years ago, we indulged? Where are the aspirations that fired us—the
-passions that consumed us then? Has our success in life been commensurate
-with our own desires—with the anticipations formed of us by others?
-Or, are we not blighted in heart, as in ambition? Has not the loved one
-been estranged by doubt, or snatched from us by the cold hand of death? Is
-not the goal, towards which we pressed, further off than ever—the
-prospect before us cheerless as the blank behind?—Enough of this.
-Let us proceed with our tale.
-</p>
-<p>
-Twelve years, then, have elapsed since the date of the occurrences
-detailed in the preceding division of this history. At that time, we were
-beneath the sway of Anne: we are now at the commencement of the reign of
-George the First. Passing at a glance over the whole of the intervening
-period; leaving in the words of the poet,
-</p>
-<pre xml:space="preserve">
-—The growth untried
-Of that wide gap—
-</pre>
-<p>
-we shall resume our narrative at the beginning of June, 1715.
-</p>
-<p>
-One Friday afternoon, in this pleasant month, it chanced that Mr. Wood,
-who had been absent on business during the greater part of the day,
-returned (perhaps not altogether undesignedly) at an earlier hour than was
-expected, to his dwelling in Wych Street, Drury Lane; and was about to
-enter his workshop, when, not hearing any sound of labour issue from
-within, he began to suspect that an apprentice, of whose habits of
-industry he entertained some doubt, was neglecting his employment.
-Impressed with this idea, he paused for a moment to listen. But finding
-all continue silent, he cautiously lifted the latch, and crept into the
-room, resolved to punish the offender in case his suspicions should prove
-correct.
-</p>
-<p>
-The chamber, into which he stole, like all carpenters' workshops, was
-crowded with the implements and materials of that ancient and honourable
-art. Saws, hammers, planes, axes, augers, adzes, chisels, gimblets, and an
-endless variety of tools were ranged, like a stand of martial weapons at
-an armoury, in racks against the walls. Over these hung levels, bevels,
-squares, and other instruments of measurement. Amid a litter of nails
-without heads, screws without worms, and locks without wards, lay a
-glue-pot and an oilstone, two articles which their owner was wont to term
-“his right hand and his left.” On a shelf was placed a row of paint-jars;
-the contents of which had been daubed in rainbow streaks upon the adjacent
-closet and window sill. Divers plans and figures were chalked upon the
-walls; and the spaces between them were filled up with an almanack for the
-year; a godly ballad, adorned with a rude wood-cut, purporting to be “<i>The
-History of Chaste Susannah</i>;” an old print of the Seven Golden
-Candlesticks; an abstract of the various Acts of Parliament against
-drinking, swearing, and all manner of profaneness; and a view of the
-interior of Doctor Daniel Burgess's Presbyterian meeting-house in Russell
-Court, with portraits of the reverend gentleman and the principal members
-of his flock. The floor was thickly strewn with sawdust and shavings; and
-across the room ran a long and wide bench, furnished at one end with a
-powerful vice; next to which three nails driven into the boards served, it
-would appear from the lump of unconsumed tallow left in their custody, as
-a substitute for a candlestick. On the bench was set a quartern measure of
-gin, a crust of bread, and a slice of cheese. Attracted by the odour of
-the latter dainty, a hungry cat had contrived to scratch open the paper in
-which it was wrapped, displaying the following words in large characters:—“THE
-HISTORY OF THE FOUR KINGS, OR CHILD'S BEST GUIDE TO THE GALLOWS.” And, as
-if to make the moral more obvious, a dirty pack of cards was scattered,
-underneath, upon the sawdust. Near the door stood a pile of deal planks,
-behind which the carpenter ensconced himself in order to reconnoitre,
-unobserved, the proceedings of his idle apprentice.
-</p>
-<p>
-<br /><br />
-</p>
-<hr />
-<p>
-<a name="linkimage-0011" id="linkimage-0011"> </a>
-</p>
-<div class="fig" style="width:35%;">
-<img src="images/179s.jpg" alt="179s " width="100%" /><br />
-</div>
-<h4>
-<a href="images/179.jpg"><i>Original Size</i></a> -- <a
-href="images/179m.jpg"><i>Medium-Size</i></a>
-</h4>
-<p>
-Standing on tiptoe, on a joint-stool, placed upon the bench, with his back
-to the door, and a clasp-knife in his hand, this youngster, instead of
-executing his appointed task, was occupied in carving his name upon a
-beam, overhead. Boys, at the time of which we write, were attired like men
-of their own day, or certain charity-children of ours; and the stripling
-in question was dressed in black plush breeches, and a gray drugget
-waistcoat, with immoderately long pockets, both of which were evidently
-the cast-off clothes of some one considerably his senior. Coat, on the
-present occasion, he had none, it being more convenient, as well as
-agreeable to him, to pursue his avocations in his shirtsleeves; but, when
-fully equipped, he wore a large-cuffed, long-skirted garment, which had
-once been the property of his master.
-</p>
-<p>
-In concealing himself behind the timber, Mr. Wood could not avoid making a
-slight shuffling sound. The noise startled the apprentice, who instantly
-suspended his labour, and gazed anxiously in the direction whence he
-supposed it proceeded. His face was that of a quick, intelligent-looking
-boy, with fine hazel eyes, and a clear olive complexion. His figure was
-uncommonly slim even for his age, which could not be more than thirteen;
-and the looseness of his garb made him appear thinner than he was in
-reality. But if his frame was immature, his looks were not so. He seemed
-to possess a penetration and cunning beyond his years—to hide a
-man's judgment under a boy's mask. The glance, which he threw at the door,
-was singularly expressive of his character: it was a mixture of alarm,
-effrontery, and resolution. In the end, resolution triumphed, as it was
-sure to do, over the weaker emotions, and he laughed at his fears. The
-only part of his otherwise-interesting countenance, to which one could
-decidedly object, was the mouth; a feature that, more than any other, is
-conceived to betray the animal propensities of the possessor. If this is
-true, it must be owned that the boy's mouth showed a strong tendency on
-his part to coarse indulgence. The eyes, too, though large and bright, and
-shaded by long lashes, seemed to betoken, as hazel eyes generally do in
-men, a faithless and uncertain disposition. The cheek-bones were
-prominent: the nose slightly depressed, with rather wide nostrils; the
-chin narrow, but well-formed; the forehead broad and lofty; and he
-possessed such an extraordinary flexibility of muscle in this region, that
-he could elevate his eye-brows at pleasure up to the very verge of his
-sleek and shining black hair, which, being closely cropped, to admit of
-his occasionally wearing a wig, gave a singular bullet-shape to his head.
-Taken altogether, his physiognomy resembled one of those vagabond heads
-which Murillo delighted to paint, and for which Guzman d'Alfarache,
-Lazarillo de Tormes, or Estevanillo Gonzalez might have sat:—faces
-that almost make one in love with roguery, they seem so full of vivacity
-and enjoyment. There was all the knavery, and more than all the drollery
-of a Spanish picaroon in the laughing eyes of the English apprentice; and,
-with a little more warmth and sunniness of skin on the side of the latter,
-the resemblance between them would have been complete.
-</p>
-<p>
-Satisfied, as he thought, that he had nothing to apprehend, the boy
-resumed his task, chanting, as he plied his knife with redoubled
-assiduity, the following—not inappropriate strains:—
-</p>
-<pre xml:space="preserve">
-THE NEWGATE STONE.
-
-When Claude Du Val was in Newgate thrown,
-He carved his name on the dungeon stone;
-Quoth a dubsman, who gazed on the shattered wall,
-“You have carved your epitaph, Claude Du Val,
-<i>With your chisel so fine, tra la</i>!”
- </pre>
-<p>
-“This S wants a little deepening,” mused the apprentice, retouching the
-letter in question; “ay, that's better.”
- </p>
-<pre xml:space="preserve">
-Du Val was hang'd, and the next who came
-On the selfsame stone inscribed his name:
-“Aha!” quoth the dubsman, with devilish glee,
-“Tom Waters <i>your</i> doom is the triple tree!
-<i>With your chisel so fine, tra la</i>!”
- </pre>
-<p>
-“Tut, tut, tut,” he cried, “what a fool I am to be sure! I ought to have
-cut John, not Jack. However, it don't signify. Nobody ever called me John,
-that I recollect. So I dare say I was christened Jack. Deuce take it! I
-was very near spelling my name with one P.
-</p>
-<pre xml:space="preserve">
-Within that dungeon lay Captain Bew,
-Rumbold and Whitney—a jolly crew!
-All carved their names on the stone, and all
-Share the fate of the brave Du Val!
-<i>With their chisels so fine, tra la</i>!
-</pre>
-<p>
-“Save us!” continued the apprentice, “I hope this beam doesn't resemble
-the Newgate stone; or I may chance, like the great men the song speaks of,
-to swing on the Tyburn tree for my pains. No fear o' that.—Though if
-my name should become as famous as theirs, it wouldn't much matter. The
-prospect of the gallows would never deter me from taking to the road, if I
-were so inclined.
-</p>
-<pre xml:space="preserve">
-Full twenty highwaymen blithe and bold,
-Rattled their chains in that dungeon old;
-Of all that number there 'scaped not one
-Who carved his name on the Newgate Stone.
-<i>With his chisel so fine, tra la</i>!
-</pre>
-<p>
-“There!” cried the boy, leaping from the stool, and drawing back a few
-paces on the bench to examine his performance,—“that'll do. Claude
-du Val himself couldn't have carved it better—ha! ha!”
- </p>
-<p>
-The name inscribed upon the beam (of which, as it has been carefully
-preserved by the subsequent owners of Mr. Wood's habitation in Wych
-Street, we are luckily enabled to furnish a facsimile) was
-</p>
-<div class="fig" style="width:80%;">
-<img src="images/185m.jpg" alt="185m" width="100%" /><br />
-</div>
-<p>
-“I've half a mind to give old Wood the slip, and turn highwayman,” cried
-Jack, as he closed the knife, and put it in his pocket.
-</p>
-<p>
-“The devil you have!” thundered a voice from behind, that filled the
-apprentice with dismay. “Come down, sirrah, and I'll teach you how to
-deface my walls in future. Come down, I say, instantly, or I'll make you.”
- Upon which, Mr. Wood caught hold of Jack's leg, and dragged him off the
-bench.
-</p>
-<p>
-“And so you'll turn highwayman, will you, you young dog?” continued the
-carpenter, cuffing him soundly,—“rob the mails, like Jack Hall, I
-suppose.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Yes, I will,” replied Jack sullenly, “if you beat me in that way.”
- </p>
-<p>
-Amazed at the boy's assurance, Wood left off boxing his ears for a moment,
-and, looking at him steadfastly, said in a grave tone, “Jack, Jack, you'll
-come to be hanged!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Better be hanged than hen-pecked,” retorted the lad with a malicious
-grin.
-</p>
-<p>
-“What do you mean by that, sirrah?” cried Wood, reddening with anger. “Do
-you dare to insinuate that Mrs. Wood governs me?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“It's plain you can't govern yourself, at all events,” replied Jack
-coolly; “but, be that as it may, I won't be struck for nothing.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Nothing,” echoed Wood furiously. “Do you call neglecting your work, and
-singing flash songs nothing? Zounds! you incorrigible rascal, many a
-master would have taken you before a magistrate, and prayed for your
-solitary confinement in Bridewell for the least of these offences. But
-I'll be more lenient, and content myself with merely chastising you, on
-condition—”
- </p>
-<p>
-“You may do as you please, master,” interrupted Jack, thrusting his hand
-into his pocket, as if in search of the knife; “but I wouldn't advise you
-to lay hands on me again.”
- </p>
-<p>
-Mr. Wood glanced at the hardy offender, and not liking the expression of
-his countenance, thought it advisable to postpone the execution of his
-threats to a more favourable opportunity. So, by way of gaining time, he
-resolved to question him further.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Where did you learn the song I heard just now?” he demanded, in an
-authoritative tone.
-</p>
-<p>
-“At the Black Lion in our street,” replied Jack, without hesitation.
-</p>
-<p>
-“The worst house in the neighbourhood—the constant haunt of
-reprobates and thieves,” groaned Wood. “And who taught it you—the
-landlord, Joe Hind?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“No; one Blueskin, a fellow who frequents the Lion,” answered Jack, with a
-degree of candour that astonished his master nearly as much as his
-confidence. “It was that song that put it into my head to cut my name on
-the beam.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“A white wall is a fool's paper, Jack,—remember that,” rejoined
-Wood. “Pretty company for an apprentice to keep!—pretty houses for
-an apprentice to frequent! Why, the rascal you mention is a notorious
-house-breaker. He was tried at the last Old Bailey sessions; and only
-escaped the gallows by impeaching his accomplices. Jonathan Wild brought
-him off.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Do you happen to know Jonathan Wild, master?” inquired Jack, altering his
-tone, and assuming a more respectful demeanour.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I've seen him some years ago, I believe,” answered Wood; “and, though he
-must be much changed by this time, I dare say I should know him again.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“A short man, isn't he, about your height, Sir,—with a yellow beard,
-and a face as sly as a fox's?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Hem!” replied Wood, coughing slightly to conceal a smile; “the
-description's not amiss. But why do you ask?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Because—” stammered the boy.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Speak out—don't be alarmed,” said Wood, in a kind and encouraging
-tone. “If you've done wrong, confess it, and I'll forgive you!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I don't deserve to be forgiven!” returned Jack, bursting into tears; “for
-I'm afraid I've done very wrong. Do you know this, Sir?” he added, taking
-a key from his pocket.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Where did you find it!” asked Wood.
-</p>
-<p>
-“It was given me by a man who was drinking t'other night with Blueskin at
-the Lion! and who, though he slouched his hat over his eyes, and muffled
-his chin in a handkerchief, must have been Jonathan Wild.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Where did <i>he</i> get it?” inquired Wood, in surprise.
-</p>
-<p>
-“That I can't say. But he promised to give me a couple of guineas if I'd
-ascertain whether it fitted your locks.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Zounds!” exclaimed Wood; “it's my old master-key. This key,” he added,
-taking it from the boy, “was purloined from me by your father, Jack. What
-he intended to do with it is of little consequence now. But before he
-suffered at Tyburn, he charged your mother to restore it. She lost it in
-the Mint. Jonathan Wild must have stolen it from her.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“He must,” exclaimed Jack, hastily; “but only let me have it till
-to-morrow, and if I don't entrap him in a snare from which, with all his
-cunning, he shall find it difficult to escape, my name's not Jack
-Sheppard.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I see through your design, Jack,” returned the carpenter, gravely; “but I
-don't like under-hand work. Even when you've a knave to deal with, let
-your actions be plain, and above-board. That's my maxim; and it's the
-maxim of every honest man. It would be a great matter, I must own, to
-bring Jonathan Wild to justice. But I can't consent to the course you
-would pursue—at least, not till I've given it due consideration. In
-regard to yourself, you've had a very narrow escape. Wild's intention,
-doubtless, was to use you as far as he found necessary, and then to sell
-you. Let this be a caution to you in future—with whom, and about
-what you deal. We're told, that 'Whoso is partner with a thief hateth his
-own soul.' Avoid taverns and bad company, and you may yet do well. You
-promise to become a first-rate workman. But you want one quality, without
-which all others are valueless. You want industry—you want
-steadiness. Idleness is the key of beggary, Jack. If you don't conquer
-this disgraceful propensity in time, you'll soon come to want; and then
-nothing can save you. Be warned by your father's fate. As you brew so must
-you drink. I've engaged to watch over you as a son, and I <i>will</i> do
-so as far as I'm able; but if you neglect my advice, what chance have I of
-benefitting you? On one point I've made up my mind—you shall either
-obey me, or leave me. Please yourself. Here are your indentures, if you
-choose to seek another master.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I <i>will</i> obey you, master,—indeed I will!” implored Jack,
-seriously alarmed at the carpenter's calm displeasure.
-</p>
-<p>
-“We shall see. Good words, without deeds, are rushes and reeds. And now
-take away those cards, and never let me see them again. Drive away the
-cat; throw that measure of gin through the window; and tell me why you've
-not so much as touched the packing-case for Lady Trafford, which I
-particularly desired you to complete against my return. It must be sent
-home this evening. She leaves town to-morrow.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“It shall be ready in two hours,” answered Jack, seizing a piece of wood
-and a plane; “it isn't more than four o'clock. I'll engage to get the job
-done by six. I didn't expect you home before that hour, Sir.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Ah, Jack,” said Wood, shaking his head, “where there's a will there's a
-way. You can do anything you please. I wish I could get you to imitate
-Thames Darrell.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I'm sure I understand the business of a carpenter much better than he
-does,” replied Jack, adroitly adjusting the board, and using the plane
-with the greatest rapidity.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Perhaps,” replied Wood, doubtfully.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Thames was always your favourite,” observed Jack, as he fastened another
-piece of wood on the teeth of the iron stopper.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I've made no distinction between you, hitherto,” answered Wood; “nor
-shall I do so, unless I'm compelled.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I've had the hard work to do, at all events,” rejoined Jack, “But I won't
-complain. I'd do anything for Thames Darrell.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“And Thames Darrell would do anything for you, Jack,” replied a blithe
-voice. “What's the matter, father!” continued the new-comer, addressing
-Wood. “Has Jack displeased you? If so, overlook his fault this once. I'm
-sure he'll do his best to content you. Won't you, Jack?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“That I will,” answered Sheppard, eagerly.
-</p>
-<p>
-“When it thunders, the thief becomes honest,” muttered Wood.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Can I help you, Jack?” asked Thames, taking up a plane.
-</p>
-<p>
-“No, no, let him alone,” interposed Wood. “He has undertaken to finish
-this job by six o'clock, and I wish to see whether he'll be as good as his
-word.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“He'll have hard work to do it by that time, father,” remonstrated Thames;
-“you'd better let me help him.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“On no account,” rejoined Wood peremptorily. “A little extra exertion will
-teach him the advantage of diligence at the proper season. Lost ground
-must be regained. I need scarcely ask whether you've executed your
-appointed task, my dear? You're never behindhand.”
- </p>
-<p>
-Thames turned away at the question, which he felt might be construed into
-a reproach. But Sheppard answered for him.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Darrell's job was done early this morning,” he said; “and if I'd attended
-to his advice, the packing-case would have been finished at the same
-time.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“You trusted too much to your own skill, Jack,” rejoined Thames. “If I
-could work as fast as you, I might afford to be as idle. See how he gets
-on, father,” he added, appealing to Wood: “the box seems to grow under his
-hands.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“You're a noble-hearted little fellow, Thames,” rejoined Wood, casting a
-look of pride and affection at his adopted son, whose head he gently
-patted; “and give promise of a glorious manhood.”
- </p>
-<p>
-Thames Darrell was, indeed, a youth of whom a person of far greater
-worldly consequence than the worthy carpenter might have been justly
-proud. Though a few months younger than his companion Jack Sheppard, he
-was half a head taller, and much more robustly formed. The two friends
-contrasted strikingly with each other. In Darrell's open features,
-frankness and honour were written in legible characters; while, in Jack's
-physiognomy, cunning and knavery were as strongly imprinted. In all other
-respects they differed as materially. Jack could hardly be accounted
-good-looking: Thames, on the contrary, was one of the handsomest boys
-possible. Jack's complexion was that of a gipsy; Darrell's as fresh and
-bright as a rose. Jack's mouth was coarse and large; Darrell's small and
-exquisitely carved, with the short, proud upper lip, which belongs to the
-highest order of beauty. Jack's nose was broad and flat; Darrell's
-straight and fine as that of Antinous. The expression pervading the
-countenance of the one was vulgarity; of the other, that which is rarely
-found, except in persons of high birth. Darrell's eyes were of that clear
-gray which it is difficult to distinguish from blue by day and black at
-night; and his rich brown hair, which he could not consent to part with,
-even on the promise of a new and modish peruke from his adoptive father,
-fell in thick glossy ringlets upon his shoulders; whereas Jack's close
-black crop imparted the peculiar bullet-shape we have noticed, to his
-head.
-</p>
-<p>
-While Thames modestly expressed a hope that he might not belie the
-carpenter's favourable prediction, Jack Sheppard thought fit to mount a
-small ladder placed against the wall, and, springing with the agility of
-an ape upon a sort of frame, contrived to sustain short spars and blocks
-of timber, began to search about for a piece of wood required in the work
-on which he was engaged. Being in a great hurry, he took little heed where
-he set his feet; and a board giving way, he must have fallen, if he had
-not grasped a large plank laid upon the transverse beam immediately over
-his head.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Take care, Jack,” shouted Thames, who witnessed the occurrence; “that
-plank isn't properly balanced. You'll have it down.”
- </p>
-<p>
-But the caution came too late. Sheppard's weight had destroyed the
-equilibrium of the plank: it swerved, and slowly descended. Losing his
-presence of mind, Jack quitted his hold, and dropped upon the frame. The
-plank hung over his head. A moment more and he would have been crushed
-beneath the ponderous board, when a slight but strong arm arrested its
-descent.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Get from under it, Jack!” vociferated Thames. “I can't hold it much
-longer—it'll break my wrist. Down we come!” he exclaimed, letting go
-the plank, which fell with a crash, and leaping after Sheppard, who had
-rolled off the frame.
-</p>
-<p>
-All this was the work of a minute.
-</p>
-<p>
-“No bones broken, I hope,” said Thames, laughing at Jack, who limped
-towards the bench, rubbing his shins as he went.
-</p>
-<p>
-“All right,” replied Sheppard, with affected indifference.
-</p>
-<p>
-“It's a mercy you both escaped!” ejaculated Wood, only just finding his
-tongue. “I declare I'm all in a cold sweat. How came you, Sir,” he
-continued, addressing Sheppard, “to venture upon that frame. I always told
-you some accident would happen.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Don't scold him, father,” interposed Thames; “he's been frightened enough
-already.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Well, well, since you desire it, I'll say no more,” returned Wood. “You
-hay'n't hurt your arm, I trust, my dear?” he added, anxiously.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Only sprained it a little, that's all,” answered Thames; “the pain will
-go off presently.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Then you <i>are</i> hurt,” cried the carpenter in alarm. “Come down
-stairs directly, and let your mother look at your wrist. She has an
-excellent remedy for a sprain. And do you, Jack, attend to your work, and
-mind you don't get into further mischief.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Hadn't Jack better go with us?” said Thames. “His shin may need rubbing.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“By no means,” rejoined Wood, hastily. “A little suffering will do him
-good. I meant to give him a drubbing. That bruise will answer the same
-purpose.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Thames,” said Sheppard in a low voice, as he threw a vindictive glance at
-the carpenter, “I shan't forget this. You've saved my life.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Pshaw! you'd do as much for me any day, and think no more about it. It'll
-be your turn to save mine next.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“True, and I shan't be easy till my turn arrives.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I tell you what, Jack,” whispered Thames, who had noticed Sheppard's
-menacing glance, and dreaded some further indiscretion on his part, “if
-you really wish to oblige me, you'll get that packing-case finished by six
-o'clock. You <i>can</i> do it, if you will.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“And I <i>will</i>, if I can, depend upon it,” answered Sheppard, with a
-laugh.
-</p>
-<p>
-So saying, he manfully resumed his work; while Wood and Thames quitted the
-room, and went down stairs.
-</p>
-<p>
-<br /><br />
-</p>
-<hr />
-<p>
-<a name="link2HCH0009" id="link2HCH0009"> </a>
-</p>
-<div style="height: 4em;">
-<br /><br /><br /><br />
-</div>
-<h2>
-CHAPTER II. THAMES DARRELL.
-</h2>
-<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>hames Darrell's arm having been submitted to the scrutiny of Mrs. Wood,
-was pronounced by that lady to be very much sprained; and she, forthwith,
-proceeded to bathe it with a reddish-coloured lotion. During this
-operation, the carpenter underwent a severe catechism as to the cause of
-the accident; and, on learning that the mischance originated with Jack
-Sheppard, the indignation of his helpmate knew no bounds; and she was with
-difficulty prevented from flying to the workshop to inflict summary
-punishment on the offender.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I knew how it would be,” she cried, in the shrill voice peculiar to a
-shrew, “when you brought that worthless hussy's worthless brat into the
-house. I told you no good would come of it. And every day's experience
-proves that I was right. But, like all your overbearing sex, you must have
-your own way. You'll never be guided by me—never!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Indeed, my love, you're entirely mistaken,” returned the carpenter,
-endeavouring to deprecate his wife's rising resentment by the softest
-looks, and the meekest deportment.
-</p>
-<p>
-So far, however, was this submission from producing the desired effect,
-that it seemed only to lend additional fuel to her displeasure. Forgetting
-her occupation in her anger, she left off bathing Darrell's wrist; and,
-squeezing his arm so tightly that the boy winced with pain, she clapped
-her right hand upon her hip, and turned, with flashing eyes and an
-inflamed countenance, towards her crest-fallen spouse.
-</p>
-<p>
-“What!” she exclaimed, almost choked with passion,—“<i>I</i> advised
-you to burthen yourself with that idle and good-for-nothing pauper, who'm
-you ought rather to send to the workhouse than maintain at your own
-expense, did I! <i>I</i> advised you to take him as an apprentice; and, so
-far from getting the regular fee with him, to give him a salary? <i>I</i>
-advised you to feed him, and clothe him, and treat him like his betters;
-to put up with his insolence, and wink at his faults? <i>I</i> counselled
-all this, I suppose. You'll tell me next, I dare say, that I recommended
-you to go and visit his mother so frequently under the plea of charity; to
-give her wine, and provisions, and money; to remove her from the only fit
-quarters for such people—the Mint; and to place her in a cottage at
-Willesden, of which you must needs pay the rent? Marry, come up! charity
-should begin at home. A discreet husband would leave the dispensation of
-his bounty, where women are concerned, to his wife. And for my part, if I
-were inclined to exercise my benevolence at all, it should be in favour of
-some more deserving object than that whining, hypocritical Magdalene.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“It was the knowledge of this feeling on your part, my love, that made me
-act without your express sanction. I did all for the best, I'm sure. Mrs.
-Sheppard is—”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I know what Mrs. Sheppard is, without your information, Sir. I haven't
-forgotten her previous history. You've your own reasons, no doubt, for
-bringing up her son—perhaps, I ought rather to say <i>your</i> son,
-Mr. Wood.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Really, my love, these accusations are most groundless—this
-violence is most unnecessary.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I can't endure the odious baggage. I hope I may never come near her.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I hope you never may, my love,” humbly acquiesced the carpenter.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Is my house to be made a receptacle for all your natural children, Sir?
-Answer me that.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Winny,” said Thames, whose glowing cheek attested the effect produced
-upon him by the insinuation; “Winny,” said he, addressing a pretty little
-damsel of some twelve years of age, who stood by his side holding the
-bottle of embrocation, “help me on with my coat, please. This is no place
-for me.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Sit down, my dear, sit down,” interposed Mrs. Wood, softening her
-asperity. “What I said about natural children doesn't apply to <i>you</i>.
-Don't suppose,” she added, with a scornful glance at her helpmate, “that I
-would pay him the compliment of thinking he could possibly be the father
-of such a boy as you.”
- </p>
-<p>
-Mr. Wood lifted up his hands in mute despair.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Owen, Owen,” pursued Mrs. Wood, sinking into a chair, and fanning herself
-violently,—“what a fluster you have put me into with your violence,
-to be sure! And at the very time, too, when you know I'm expecting a visit
-from Mr. Kneebone, on his return from Manchester. I wouldn't have him see
-me in this state for the world. He'd never forgive you.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Poh, poh, my dear! Mr. Kneebone invariably takes part with me, when any
-trifling misunderstanding arises between us. I only wish he was not a
-Papist and a Jacobite.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Jacobite!” echoed Mrs. Wood. “Marry, come up! Mightn't he just as
-reasonably complain of your being a Hanoverian and a Presbyterian? It's
-all matter of opinion. And now, my love,” she added, with a relenting
-look, “I'm content to make up our quarrel. But you must promise me not to
-go near that abandoned hussy at Willesden. One can't help being jealous,
-you know, even of an unworthy object.”
- </p>
-<p>
-Glad to make peace on any terms, Mr. Wood gave the required promise,
-though he could not help thinking that if either of them had cause to be
-jealous he was the party.
-</p>
-<p>
-And here, we may be permitted to offer an observation upon the peculiar
-and unaccountable influence which ladies of a shrewish turn so frequently
-exercise over—we can scarcely, in this case, say—their lords
-and masters; an influence which seems not merely to extend to the will of
-the husband, but even to his inclinations. We do not remember to have met
-with a single individual, reported to be under petticoat government, who
-was not content with his lot,—nay, who so far from repining, did not
-exult in his servitude; and we see no way of accounting for this
-apparently inexplicable conduct—for which, among other phenomena of
-married life, various reasons have been assigned, though none entirely
-satisfactory to us—except upon the ground that these domineering
-dames possess some charm sufficiently strong to counteract the irritating
-effect of their tempers; some secret and attractive quality of which the
-world at large is in ignorance, and with which their husbands alone can be
-supposed to be acquainted. An influence of this description appeared to be
-exerted on the present occasion. The worthy carpenter was restored to
-instant good humour by a glance from his helpmate; and, notwithstanding
-the infliction he had just endured, he would have quarrelled with any one
-who had endeavoured to persuade him that he was not the happiest of men,
-and Mrs. Wood the best of wives.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Women must have their wills while they live, since they can make none
-when they die,” observed Wood, as he imprinted a kiss of reconciliation on
-the plump hand of his consort;—a sentiment to the correctness of
-which the party chiefly interested graciously vouchsafed her assent.
-</p>
-<p>
-Lest the carpenter should be taxed with too much uxoriousness, it behoves
-us to ascertain whether the personal attractions of his helpmate would, in
-any degree, justify the devotion he displayed. In the first place, Mrs.
-Wood had the advantage of her husband in point of years, being on the
-sunny side of forty,—a period pronounced by competent judges to be
-the most fascinating, and, at the same time, most critical epoch of
-woman's existence,—whereas, he was on the shady side of fifty,—a
-term of life not generally conceived to have any special recommendation in
-female eyes. In the next place, she really had some pretensions to beauty.
-Accounted extremely pretty in her youth, her features and person expanded
-as she grew older, without much detriment to their original comeliness.
-Hers was beauty on a large scale no doubt; but it was beauty,
-nevertheless: and the carpenter thought her eyes as bright, her complexion
-as blooming, and her figure (if a little more buxom) quite as captivating
-as when he led her to the altar some twenty years ago.
-</p>
-<p>
-On the present occasion, in anticipation of Mr. Kneebone's visit, Mrs.
-Wood was dressed with more than ordinary care, and in more than ordinary
-finery. A dove-coloured kincob gown, embroidered with large trees, and
-made very low in front, displayed to the greatest possible advantage, the
-rounded proportions of her figure; while a high-heeled, red-leather shoe
-did not detract from the symmetry of a very neat ankle, and a very small
-foot. A stomacher, fastened by imitation-diamond buckles, girded that part
-of her person, which should have been a waist; a coral necklace encircled
-her throat, and a few black patches, or mouches, as they were termed,
-served as a foil to the bloom of her cheek and chin. Upon a table, where
-they had been hastily deposited, on the intelligence of Darrell's
-accident, lay a pair of pink kid gloves, bordered with lace, and an
-enormous fan; the latter, when opened, represented the metamorphosis and
-death of Actæon. From her stomacher, to which it was attached by a
-multitude of glittering steel chains, depended an immense turnip-shaped
-watch, in a pinchbeck case. Her hair was gathered up behind, in a sort of
-pad, according to the then prevailing mode; and she wore a muslin cap, and
-pinners with crow-foot edging. A black silk fur-belowed scarf covered her
-shoulders; and over the kincob gown hung a yellow satin apron, trimmed
-with white Persian.
-</p>
-<p>
-But, in spite of her attractions, we shall address ourselves to the
-younger, and more interesting couple.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I could almost find in my heart to quarrel with Jack Sheppard for
-occasioning you so much pain,” observed little Winifred Wood, as, having
-completed her ministration to the best of her ability, she helped Thames
-on with his coat.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I don't think you could find in your heart to quarrel with any one,
-Winny; much less with a person whom I like so much as Jack Sheppard. My
-arm's nearly well again. And I've already told you the accident was not
-Jack's fault. So, let's think no more about it.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“It's strange you should like Jack so much dear Thames. He doesn't
-resemble you at all.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“The very reason why I like him, Winny. If he <i>did</i> resemble me, I
-shouldn't care about him. And, whatever you may think, I assure you,
-Jack's a downright good-natured fellow.”
- </p>
-<p>
-Good-natured fellows are always especial favourites with boys. And, in
-applying the term to his friend, Thames meant to pay him a high
-compliment. And so Winifred understood him.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Well,” she said, in reply, “I may have done Jack an injustice. I'll try
-to think better of him in future.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“And, if you want an additional inducement to do so, I can tell you
-there's no one—not even his mother—whom he loves so well as
-you.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Loves!” echoed Winifred, slightly colouring.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Yes, loves, Winny. Poor fellow! he sometimes indulges the hope of
-marrying you, when he grows old enough.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Thames!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Have I said anything to offend you?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Oh! no. But if you wouldn't have me positively dislike Jack Sheppard,
-you'll never mention such a subject again. Besides,” she added, blushing
-yet more deeply, “it isn't a proper one to talk upon.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Well then, to change it,” replied Thames, gravely, “suppose I should be
-obliged to leave you.”
- </p>
-<p>
-Winifred looked as if she could not indulge such a supposition for a
-single moment.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Surely,” she said, after a pause, “you don't attach any importance to
-what my mother has just said. <i>She</i> has already forgotten it.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“But <i>I</i> never can forget it, Winny. I will no longer be a burthen to
-those upon whom I have no claim, but compassion.”
- </p>
-<p>
-As he said this, in a low and mournful, but firm voice, the tears gathered
-thickly in Winifred's dark eyelashes.
-</p>
-<p>
-“If you are in earnest, Thames,” she replied, with a look of gentle
-reproach, “you are very foolish; and, if in jest, very cruel. My mother,
-I'm sure, didn't intend to hurt your feelings. She loves you too well for
-that. And I'll answer for it, she'll never say a syllable to annoy you
-again.”
- </p>
-<p>
-Thames tried to answer her, but his voice failed him.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Come! I see the storm has blown over,” cried Winifred, brightening up.
-</p>
-<p>
-“You're mistaken, Winny. Nothing can alter my determination. I shall quit
-this roof to-morrow.”
- </p>
-<p>
-The little girl's countenance fell.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Do nothing without consulting my father—<i>your</i> father,
-Thames,” she implored. “Promise me that.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Willingly. And what's more, I promise to abide by his decision.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Then, I'm quite easy,” cried Winifred, joyfully.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I'm sure he won't attempt to prevent me,” rejoined Thames.
-</p>
-<p>
-The slight smile that played upon Winifred's lips seemed to say that <i>she</i>
-was not quite so sure. But she made no answer.
-</p>
-<p>
-“In case he should consent—”
- </p>
-<p>
-“He never will,” interrupted Winifred.
-</p>
-<p>
-“In case he <i>should</i>, I say,” continued Thames, “will <i>you</i>
-promise to let Jack Sheppard take my place in your affections, Winny?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Never!” replied the little damsel, “I can never love any one so much as
-you.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Excepting your father.”
- </p>
-<p>
-Winifred was going to say “No,” but she checked herself; and, with cheeks
-mantling with blushes, murmured, “I wish you wouldn't tease me about Jack
-Sheppard.”
- </p>
-<p>
-The foregoing conversation, having been conducted throughout in a low
-tone, and apart, had not reached the ears of Mr. and Mrs. Wood, who were,
-furthermore, engaged in a little conjugal <i>tête-à-tête</i> of their own.
-The last observation, however, caught the attention of the carpenter's
-wife.
-</p>
-<p>
-“What's that you're saying about Jack Sheppard?” she cried.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Thames was just observing—”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Thames!” echoed Mrs. Wood, glancing angrily at her husband. “There's
-another instance of your wilfulness and want of taste. Who but <i>you</i>
-would have dreamed of giving the boy such a name? Why, it's the name of a
-river, not a Christian. No gentleman was ever called Thames, and Darrell
-<i>is</i> a gentleman, unless the whole story of his being found in the
-river is a fabrication!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“My dear, you forget—”
- </p>
-<p>
-“No, Mr. Wood, I forget nothing. I've an excellent memory, thank God! And
-I perfectly remember that everybody was drowned upon that occasion—except
-yourself and the child!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“My love you're beside yourself—”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I was beside myself to take charge of your—”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Mother?” interposed Winifred.
-</p>
-<p>
-“It's of no use,” observed Thames quietly, but with a look that chilled
-the little damsel's heart;—“my resolution is taken.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“You at least appear to forget that Mr. Kneebone is coming, my dear,”
- ventured Mr. Wood.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Good gracious! so I do,” exclaimed his amiable consort. “But you <i>do</i>
-agitate me so much. Come into the parlour, Winifred, and dry your eyes
-directly, or I'll send you to bed. Mr. Wood, I desire you'll put on your
-best things, and join us as soon as possible. Thames, you needn't tidy
-yourself, as you've hurt your arm. Mr. Kneebone will excuse you. Dear me!
-if there isn't his knock. Oh! I'm in such a fluster!”
- </p>
-<p>
-Upon which, she snatched up her fan, cast a look into the glass, smoothed
-down her scarf, threw a soft expression into her features, and led the way
-into the next room, whither she was followed by her daughter and Thames
-Darrell.
-</p>
-<p>
-<br /><br />
-</p>
-<hr />
-<p>
-<a name="link2HCH0010" id="link2HCH0010"> </a>
-</p>
-<div style="height: 4em;">
-<br /><br /><br /><br />
-</div>
-<h2>
-CHAPTER III. THE JACOBITE.
-</h2>
-<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">M</span>r. William Kneebone was a woollen-draper of “credit and renown,” whose
-place of business was held at the sign of the Angel (for, in those days,
-every shop had its sign), opposite Saint Clement's church in the Strand. A
-native of Manchester, he was the son of Kenelm Kneebone, a staunch
-Catholic, and a sergeant of dragoons, who lost his legs and his life while
-fighting for James the Second at the battle of the Boyne, and who had
-little to bequeath his son except his laurels and his loyalty to the house
-of Stuart.
-</p>
-<p>
-The gallant woollen-draper was now in his thirty-sixth year. He had a
-handsome, jolly-looking face; stood six feet two in his stockings; and
-measured more than a cloth-yard shaft across the shoulders—athletic
-proportions derived from his father the dragoon. And, if it had not been
-for a taste for plotting, which was continually getting him into scrapes,
-he might have been accounted a respectable member of society.
-</p>
-<p>
-Of late, however, his plotting had assumed a more dark and dangerous
-complexion. The times were such that, with the opinions he entertained, he
-could not remain idle. The spirit of disaffection was busy throughout the
-kingdom. It was on the eve of that memorable rebellion which broke forth,
-two months later, in Scotland. Since the accession of George the First to
-the throne in the preceding year, every effort had been made by the
-partisans of the Stuarts to shake the credit of the existing government,
-and to gain supporters to their cause. Disappointed in their hopes of the
-restoration of the fallen dynasty after the death of Anne, the adherents
-of the Chevalier de Saint George endeavoured, by sowing the seeds of
-dissension far and wide, to produce a general insurrection in his favour.
-No means were neglected to accomplish this end. Agents were dispersed in
-all directions—offers the most tempting held out to induce the
-wavering to join the Chevalier's standard. Plots were hatched in the
-provinces, where many of the old and wealthy Catholic families resided,
-whose zeal for the martyr of their religion (as the Chevalier was
-esteemed), sharpened by the persecutions they themselves endured, rendered
-them hearty and efficient allies. Arms, horses, and accoutrements were
-secretly purchased and distributed; and it is not improbable that, if the
-unfortunate prince, in whose behalf these exertions were made, and who was
-not deficient in courage, as he proved at the battle of Malplaquet, had
-boldly placed himself at the head of his party at an earlier period, he
-might have regained the crown of his ancestors. But the indecision, which
-had been fatal to his race, was fatal to him. He delayed the blow till the
-fortunate conjuncture was past. And when, at length, it <i>was</i> struck,
-he wanted energy to pursue his advantages.
-</p>
-<p>
-But we must not anticipate the course of events. At the precise period of
-this history, the Jacobite party was full of hope and confidence. Louis
-the Fourteenth yet lived, and expectations were, therefore, indulged of
-assistance from France. The disgrace of the leaders of the late Tory
-administration had strengthened, rather than injured, their cause. Mobs
-were gathered together on the slightest possible pretext; and these
-tumultuous assemblages, while committing the most outrageous excesses,
-loudly proclaimed their hatred to the house of Hanover, and their
-determination to cut off the Protestant succession. The proceedings of
-this faction were narrowly watched by a vigilant and sagacious
-administration. The government was not deceived (indeed, every opportunity
-was sought by the Jacobites of parading their numbers,) as to the force of
-its enemies; and precautionary measures were taken to defeat their
-designs. On the very day of which we write, namely, the 10th of June 1715,
-Bolingbroke and Oxford were impeached of high treason. The Committee of
-Secrecy—that English Council of Ten—were sitting, with Walpole
-at their head; and the most extraordinary discoveries were reported to be
-made. On the same day, moreover, which, by a curious coincidence, was the
-birthday of the Chevalier de Saint George, mobs were collected together in
-the streets, and the health of that prince was publicly drunk under the
-title of James the Third; while, in many country towns, the bells were
-rung, and rejoicings held, as if for a reigning monarch:—the cry of
-the populace almost universally being, “No King George, but a Stuart!”
- </p>
-<p>
-The adherents of the Chevalier de Saint George, we have said, were lavish
-in promises to their proselytes. Posts were offered to all who chose to
-accept them. Blank commissions, signed by the prince, to be filled up by
-the name of the person, who could raise a troop for his service, were
-liberally bestowed. Amongst others, Mr. Kneebone, whose interest was not
-inconsiderable with the leaders of his faction, obtained an appointment as
-captain in a regiment of infantry, on the conditions above specified. With
-a view to raise recruits for his corps, the warlike woollen-draper started
-for Lancashire, under the colour of a journey on business. He was pretty
-successful in Manchester,—a town which may be said to have been the
-head-quarters of the disaffected. On his return to London, he found that
-applications had been made from a somewhat doubtful quarter by two
-individuals, for the posts of subordinate officers in his troop. Mr.
-Kneebone, or, as he would have preferred being styled, Captain Kneebone,
-was not perfectly satisfied with the recommendations forwarded by the
-applicants. But this was not a season in which to be needlessly
-scrupulous. He resolved to judge for himself. Accordingly, he was
-introduced to the two military aspirants at the Cross Shovels in the Mint,
-by our old acquaintance, Baptist Kettleby. The Master of the Mint, with
-whom the Jacobite captain had often had transactions before, vouched for
-their being men of honour and loyalty; and Kneebone was so well satisfied
-with his representations, that he at once closed the matter by
-administering to the applicants the oath of allegiance and fidelity to
-King James the Third, and several other oaths besides, all of which those
-gentlemen took with as little hesitation as the sum of money, afterwards
-tendered, to make the compact binding. The party, then, sat down to a bowl
-of punch; and, at its conclusion, Captain Kneebone regretted that an
-engagement to spend the evening with Mrs. Wood, would preclude the
-possibility of his remaining with his new friends as long as his
-inclinations prompted. At this piece of information, the two subordinate
-officers were observed to exchange glances; and, after a little agreeable
-raillery on their captain's gallantry, they begged permission to accompany
-him in his visit. Kneebone, who had drained his glass to the restoration
-of the house of Stuart, and the downfall of the house of Hanover, more
-frequently than was consistent with prudence, consented; and the trio set
-out for Wych Street, where they arrived in the jolliest humour possible.
-</p>
-<p>
-<br /><br />
-</p>
-<hr />
-<p>
-<a name="link2HCH0011" id="link2HCH0011"> </a>
-</p>
-<div style="height: 4em;">
-<br /><br /><br /><br />
-</div>
-<h2>
-CHAPTER IV. MR. KNEEBONE AND HIS FRIENDS.
-</h2>
-<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">M</span>rs. Wood was scarcely seated before Mr. Kneebone made his appearance. To
-her great surprise and mortification he was not alone; but brought with
-him a couple of friends, whom he begged to introduce as Mr. Jeremiah
-Jackson, and Mr. Solomon Smith, chapmen, (or what in modern vulgar
-parlance would be termed bagmen) travelling to procure orders for the
-house of an eminent cloth manufacturer in Manchester. Neither the manners,
-the looks, nor the attire of these gentlemen prepossessed Mrs. Wood in
-their favour. Accordingly, on their presentation, Mr. Jeremiah Jackson and
-Mr. Solomon Smith received something very like a rebuff. Luckily, they
-were not easily discomposed. Two persons possessing a more comfortable
-stock of assurance could not be readily found. Imitating the example of
-Mr. Kneebone, who did not appear in the slightest degree disconcerted by
-his cool reception, each sank carelessly into a chair, and made himself at
-home in a moment. Both had very singular faces; very odd wigs, very much
-pulled over their brows; and very large cravats, very much raised above
-their chins. Besides this, each had a large black patch over his right
-eye, and a very queer twist at the left side of his mouth, so that if
-their object had been disguise, they could not have adopted better
-precautions. Mrs. Wood thought them both remarkably plain, but Mr. Smith
-decidedly the plainest of the two. His complexion was as blue as a
-sailor's jacket, and though Mr. Jackson had one of the ugliest
-countenances imaginable, he had a very fine set of teeth. That was
-something in his favour. One peculiarity she did not fail to notice. They
-were both dressed in every respect alike. In fact, Mr. Solomon Smith
-seemed to be Mr. Jeremiah Jackson's double. He talked in the same style,
-and pretty nearly in the same language; laughed in the same manner, and
-coughed, or sneezed at the same time. If Mr. Jackson took an accurate
-survey of the room with his one eye, Mr. Smith's solitary orb followed in
-the same direction. When Jeremiah admired the Compasses in the arms of the
-Carpenter's Company over the chimney-piece, or the portraits of the two
-eminent masters of the rule and plane, William Portington, and John Scott,
-Esquires, on either side of it, Solomon was lost in wonder. When Mr.
-Jackson noticed a fine service of old blue china in an open japan closet,
-Mr. Smith had never seen anything like it. And finally, when Jeremiah,
-having bestowed upon Mrs. Wood a very free-and-easy sort of stare, winked
-at Mr. Kneebone, his impertinence was copied to the letter by Solomon. All
-three, then, burst into an immoderate fit of laughter. Mrs. Wood's
-astonishment and displeasure momentarily increased. Such freedoms from
-such people were not to be endured. Her patience was waning fast. Still,
-in spite of her glances and gestures, Mr. Kneebone made no effort to check
-the unreasonable merriment of his companions, but rather seemed to
-encourage it. So Mrs. Wood went on fuming, and the trio went on laughing
-for some minutes, nobody knew why or wherefore, until the party was
-increased by Mr. Wood, in his Sunday habiliments and Sunday buckle.
-Without stopping to inquire into the cause of their mirth, or even to ask
-the names of his guests, the worthy carpenter shook hands with the
-one-eyed chapmen, slapped Mr. Kneebone cordially on the shoulder, and
-began to laugh as heartily as any of them.
-</p>
-<p>
-Mrs. Wood could stand it no longer.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I think you're all bewitched,” she cried.
-</p>
-<p>
-“So we are, Ma'am, by your charms,” returned Mr. Jackson, gallantly.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Quite captivated, Ma'am,” added Mr. Smith, placing his hand on his
-breast.
-</p>
-<p>
-Mr. Kneebone and Mr. Wood laughed louder than ever.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Mr. Wood,” said the lady bridling up, “my request may, perhaps, have some
-weight with <i>you</i>. I desire, Sir, you'll recollect yourself. Mr.
-Kneebone,” she added, with a glance at that gentleman, which was meant to
-speak daggers, “will do as he pleases.”
- </p>
-<p>
-Here the chapmen set up another boisterous peal.
-</p>
-<p>
-“No offence, I hope, my dear Mrs. W,” said Mr. Kneebone in a conciliatory
-tone. “My friends, Mr. Jackson and Mr. Smith, may have rather odd ways
-with them; but—”
- </p>
-<p>
-“They <i>have</i> very odd ways,” interrupted Mrs. Wood, disdainfully.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Our worthy friend was going to observe, Ma'am, that we never fail in our
-devotion to the fair sex,” said Mr. Jackson.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Never, Ma'am!” echoed Mr. Smith, “upon my conscience.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“My dear,” said the hospitable carpenter, “I dare say Mr. Kneebone and his
-friends would be glad of a little refreshment.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“They shall have it, then,” replied his better half, rising. “You base
-ingrate,” she added, in a whisper, as she flounced past Mr. Kneebone on
-her way to the door, “how could you bring such creatures with you,
-especially on an occasion like this, when we haven't met for a fortnight!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Couldn't help it, my life,” returned the gentleman addressed, in the same
-tone; “but you little know who those individuals are.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Lord bless us! you alarm me. Who are they?”
- </p>
-<p>
-Mr. Kneebone assumed a mysterious air; and bringing his lips close to Mrs.
-Wood's ear, whispered, “secret agents from France—you understand—friends
-to the cause—hem!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I see,—persons of rank!”
- </p>
-<p>
-Mr. Kneebone nodded.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Noblemen.”
- </p>
-<p>
-Mr. Kneebone smiled assent.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Mercy on us! Well, I thought their manners quite out o' the common. And
-so, the invasion really is to take place after all; and the Chevalier de
-Saint George is to land at the Tower with fifty thousand Frenchmen; and
-the Hanoverian usurper's to be beheaded; and Doctor Sacheverel's to be
-made a bishop, and we're all to be—eh?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“All in good time,” returned Kneebone, putting his finger to his lips;
-“don't let your imagination run away with you, my charmer. That boy,” he
-added, looking at Thames, “has his eye upon us.”
- </p>
-<p>
-Mrs. Wood, however, was too much excited to attend to the caution.
-</p>
-<p>
-“O, lud!” she cried; “French noblemen in disguise! and so rude as I was! I
-shall never recover it!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“A good supper will set all to rights,” insinuated Kneebone. “But be
-prudent, my angel.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Never fear,” replied the lady. “I'm prudence personified. You might trust
-me with the Chevalier himself,—I'd never betray him. But why didn't
-you let me know they were coming. I'd have got something nice. As it is,
-we've only a couple of ducks—and they were intended for you. Winny,
-my love, come with me. I shall want you.—Sorry to quit your lord—worships,
-I mean,—I don't know what I mean,” she added, a little confused, and
-dropping a profound curtsey to the disguised noblemen, each of whom
-replied by a bow, worthy, in her opinion, of a prince of the blood at the
-least,—“but I've a few necessary orders to give below.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Don't mind us, Ma'am,” said Mr. Jackson: “ha! ha!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Not in the least, Ma'am,” echoed Mr. Smith: “ho! ho!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“How condescending!” thought Mrs. Wood. “Not proud in the least, I
-declare. Well, I'd no idea,” she continued, pursuing her ruminations as
-she left the room, “that people of quality laughed so. But it's French
-manners, I suppose.”
- </p>
-<p>
-<br /><br />
-</p>
-<hr />
-<p>
-<a name="link2HCH0012" id="link2HCH0012"> </a>
-</p>
-<div style="height: 4em;">
-<br /><br /><br /><br />
-</div>
-<h2>
-CHAPTER V. HAWK AND BUZZARD.
-</h2>
-<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">M</span>rs. Wood's anxiety to please her distinguished guests speedily displayed
-itself in a very plentiful, if not very dainty repast. To the duckling,
-peas, and other delicacies, intended for Mr. Kneebone's special
-consumption, she added a few impromptu dishes, tossed off in her best
-style; such as lamb chops, broiled kidneys, fried ham and eggs, and
-toasted cheese. Side by side with the cheese (its never-failing
-accompaniment, in all seasons, at the carpenter's board) came a tankard of
-swig, and a toast. Besides these there was a warm gooseberry-tart, and a
-cold pigeon pie—the latter capacious enough, even allowing for its
-due complement of steak, to contain the whole produce of a dovecot; a
-couple of lobsters and the best part of a salmon swimming in a sea of
-vinegar, and shaded by a forest of fennel. While the cloth was laid, the
-host and Thames descended to the cellar, whence they returned, laden with
-a number of flasks of the same form, and apparently destined to the same
-use as those depicted in Hogarth's delectable print—the Modern
-Midnight Conversation.
-</p>
-<p>
-Mrs. Wood now re-appeared with a very red face; and, followed by Winifred,
-took her seat at the table. Operations then commenced. Mr. Wood carved the
-ducks; Mr. Kneebone helped to the pigeon-pie; while Thames unwired and
-uncorked a bottle of stout Carnarvonshire ale. The woollen-draper was no
-despicable trencherman in a general way; but his feats with the knife and
-fork were child's sport compared with those of Mr. Smith. The leg and wing
-of a duck were disposed of by this gentleman in a twinkling; a brace of
-pigeons and a pound of steak followed with equal celerity; and he had just
-begun to make a fierce assault upon the eggs and ham. His appetite was
-perfectly Gargantuan. Nor must it be imagined, that while he thus
-exercised his teeth, he neglected the flagon. On the contrary, his glass
-was never idle, and finding it not filled quite so frequently as he
-desired, he applied himself, notwithstanding the expressive looks and
-muttered remonstrances of Mr. Jackson, to the swig. The latter gentleman
-did full justice to the good things before him; but he drank sparingly,
-and was visibly annoyed by his companion's intemperance. As to Mr.
-Kneebone, what with flirting with Mrs. Wood, carving for his friends, and
-pledging the carpenter, he had his hands full. At this juncture, and just
-as a cuckoo-clock in the corner struck sis, Jack Sheppard walked into the
-room, with the packing-case under his arm.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I was in the right, you see, father,” observed Thames, smiling; “Jack <i>has</i>
-done his task.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“So I perceive,” replied Wood.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Where am I to take it to?” asked Sheppard.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I told you that before,” rejoined Wood, testily. “You must take it to Sir
-Rowland Trenchard's in Southampton Fields. And, mind, it's for his sister,
-Lady Trafford.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Very well, Sir,” replied Sheppard.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Wet your whistle before you start, Jack,” said Kneebone, pouring out a
-glass of ale. “What's that you're taking to Sir Rowland Trenchard's?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Only a box, Sir,” answered Sheppard, emptying the glass.
-</p>
-<p>
-“It's an odd-shaped one,” rejoined Kneebone, examining it attentively.
-“But I can guess what it's for. Sir Rowland is one of <i>us</i>,” he
-added, winking at his companions, “and so was his brother-in-law, Sir
-Cecil Trafford. Old Lancashire families both. Strict Catholics, and loyal
-to the backbone. Fine woman, Lady Trafford—a little on the wane
-though.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Ah! you're so very particular,” sighed Mrs. Wood.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Not in the least,” returned Kneebone, slyly, “not in the least. Another
-glass, Jack.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Thank'ee, Sir,” grinned Sheppard.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Off with it to the health of King James the Third, and confusion to his
-enemies!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Hold!” interposed Wood; “that is treason. I'll have no such toast drunk
-at my table!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“It's the king's birthday,” urged the woollen draper.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Not <i>my</i> king's,” returned Wood. “I quarrel with no man's political
-opinions, but I will have my own respected!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Eh day!” exclaimed Mrs. Wood; “here's a pretty to-do about nothing.
-Marry, come up! I'll see who's to be obeyed. Drink the toast, Jack.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“At your peril, sirrah!” cried Wood.
-</p>
-<p>
-“He was hanged that left his drink behind, you know, master,” rejoined
-Sheppard. “Here's King James the Third, and confusion to his enemies!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Very well,” said the carpenter, sitting down amid the laughter of the
-company.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Jack!” cried Thames, in a loud voice, “you deserve to be hanged for a
-rebel as you are to your lawful king and your lawful master. But since we
-must have toasts,” he added, snatching up a glass, “listen to mine: Here's
-King George the First! a long reign to him! and confusion to the Popish
-Pretender and his adherents!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Bravely done!” said Wood, with tears in his eyes.
-</p>
-<p>
-“That's the kinchin as was to try the dub for us, ain't it?” muttered
-Smith to his companion as he stole a glance at Jack Sheppard.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Silence!” returned Jackson, in a deep whisper; “and don't muddle your
-brains with any more of that Pharaoh. You'll need all your strength to
-grab him.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“What's the matter?” remarked Kneebone, addressing Sheppard, who, as he
-caught the single but piercing eye of Jackson fixed upon him, started and
-trembled.
-</p>
-<p>
-“What's the matter?” repeated Mrs. Wood in a sharp tone.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Ay, what's the matter, boy!” reiterated Jackson sternly. “Did you never
-see two gentlemen with only a couple of peepers between them before!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Never, I'll be sworn!” said Smith, taking the opportunity of filling his
-glass while his comrade's back was turned; “we're a nat'ral cur'osity.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Can I have a word with you, master?” said Sheppard, approaching Wood.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Not a syllable!” answered the carpenter, angrily. “Get about your
-business!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Thames!” cried Jack, beckoning to his friend.
-</p>
-<p>
-But Darrell averted his head.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Mistress!” said the apprentice, making a final appeal to Mrs. Wood.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Leave the room instantly, sirrah!” rejoined the lady, bouncing up, and
-giving him a slap on the cheek that made his eyes flash fire.
-</p>
-<p>
-“May I be cursed,” muttered Sheppard, as he slunk away with (as the
-woollen-draper pleasantly observed) 'a couple of boxes in charge,' “if
-ever I try to be honest again!”
- </p>
-<p>
-<br /><br />
-</p>
-<hr />
-<p>
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-</p>
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-<p>
-“Take a little toasted cheese with the swig, Mr. Smith,” observed Wood.
-“That's an incorrigible rascal,” he added, as Sheppard closed the door;
-“it's only to-day that I discovered—”
- </p>
-<p>
-“What?” asked Jackson, pricking up his ears.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Don't speak ill of him behind his back, father,” interposed Thames.
-</p>
-<p>
-“If <i>I</i> were your father, young gentleman,” returned Jackson, enraged
-at the interruption, “I'd teach <i>you</i> not to speak till you were
-spoken to.”
- </p>
-<p>
-Thames was about to reply, but a glance from Wood checked him.
-</p>
-<p>
-“The rebuke is just,” said the carpenter; “at the same time, I'm not sorry
-to find you're a friend to fair play, which, as you seem to know, is a
-jewel. Open that bottle with a blue seal, my dear. Gentlemen! a glass of
-brandy will be no bad finish to our meal.”
- </p>
-<p>
-This proposal giving general satisfaction, the bottle circulated swiftly;
-and Smith found the liquor so much to his taste, that he made it pay
-double toll on its passage.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Your son is a lad of spirit, Mr. Wood,” observed Jackson, in a
-slightly-sarcastic tone.
-</p>
-<p>
-“He's not my son,” rejoined the carpenter.
-</p>
-<p>
-“How, Sir?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Except by adoption. Thames Darrell is—”
- </p>
-<p>
-“My husband nicknames him Thames,” interrupted Mrs. Wood, “because he
-found him in the river!—ha! ha!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Ha! ha!” echoed Smith, taking another bumper of brandy; “he'll set the
-Thames on fire one of these days, I'll warrant him!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“That's more than you'll ever do, you drunken fool!” growled Jackson, in
-an under tone: “be cautious, or you'll spoil all!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Suppose we send for a bowl of punch,” said Kneebone.
-</p>
-<p>
-“With all my heart!” replied Wood. And, turning to his daughter, he gave
-the necessary directions in a low tone.
-</p>
-<p>
-Winifred, accordingly, left the room, and a servant being despatched to
-the nearest tavern, soon afterwards returned with a crown bowl of the
-ambrosian fluid. The tables were then cleared. Bottles and glasses usurped
-the place of dishes and plates. Pipes were lighted; and Mr. Kneebone began
-to dispense the fragrant fluid; begging Mrs. Wood, in a whisper, as he
-filled a rummer to the brim, not to forget the health of the Chevalier de
-Saint George—a proposition to which the lady immediately responded
-by drinking the toast aloud.
-</p>
-<p>
-“The Chevalier shall hear of this,” whispered the woollen-draper.
-</p>
-<p>
-“You don't say so!” replied Mrs. Wood, delighted at the idea.
-</p>
-<p>
-Mr. Kneebone assured her that he <i>did</i> say so; and, as a further
-proof of his sincerity, squeezed her hand very warmly under the table.
-</p>
-<p>
-Mr. Smith, now, being more than half-seas over, became very uproarious,
-and, claiming the attention of the table, volunteered the following
-</p>
-<pre xml:space="preserve">
-DRINKING SONG.
-
-I. Jolly nose! the bright rubies that garnish thy tip
-Are dug from the mines of canary;
-And to keep up their lustre I moisten my lip
-With hogsheads of claret and sherry.
-
-II. Jolly nose! he who sees thee across a broad glass
-Beholds thee in all thy perfection;
-And to the pale snout of a temperate ass
-Entertains the profoundest objection.
-
-III. For a big-bellied glass is the palette I use,
-And the choicest of wine is my colour;
-And I find that my nose takes the mellowest hues
-The fuller I fill it—the fuller!
-
-IV. Jolly nose! there are fools who say drink hurts the sight;
-Such dullards know nothing about it.
-'T is better, with wine, to extinguish the light,
-Than live always, in darkness, without it!
-</pre>
-<p>
-“How long may it be since that boy was found in the way Mrs. Wood
-mentions?” inquired Jackson, as soon as the clatter that succeeded Mr.
-Smith's melody had subsided.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Let me see,” replied Wood; “exactly twelve years ago last November.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Why, that must be about the time of the Great Storm,” rejoined Jackson.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Egad!” exclaimed Wood, “you've hit the right nail on the head, anyhow. It
-<i>was</i> on the night of the Great Storm that I found him.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I should like to hear all particulars of the affair,” said Jackson, “if
-it wouldn't be troubling you too much.”
- </p>
-<p>
-Mr. Wood required little pressing. He took a sip of punch and commenced
-his relation. Though meant to produce a totally different effect, the
-narrative seemed to excite the risible propensities rather than the
-commiseration of his auditor; and when Mr. Wood wound it up by a
-description of the drenching he had undergone at the Mint pump, the other
-could hold out no longer, but, leaning back in his chair, gave free scope
-to his merriment.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I beg your pardon,” he cried; “but really—ha! ha!—you must
-excuse me!—that is so uncommonly diverting—ha! ha! Do let me
-hear it again?—ha! ha! ha!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Upon my word,” rejoined Wood, “you seem vastly entertained by my
-misfortunes.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“To be sure! Nothing entertains me so much. People always rejoice at the
-misfortunes of others—never at their own! The droll dogs! how <i>they</i>
-must have enjoyed it!—ha! ha!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I dare say they did. But <i>I</i> found it no laughing matter, I can
-assure you. And, though it's a long time ago, I feel as sore on the
-subject as ever.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Quite natural! Never forgive an injury!—<i>I</i> never do!—ha!
-ha!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Really, Mr. Jackson, I could almost fancy we had met before. Your laugh
-reminds me of—of——”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Whose, Sir?” demanded Jackson, becoming suddenly grave.
-</p>
-<p>
-“You'll not be offended, I hope,” returned Wood, drily, “if I say that
-your voice, your manner, and, above all, your very extraordinary way of
-laughing, put me strangely in mind of one of the 'droll dogs,' (as you
-term them,) who helped to perpetrate the outrage I've just described.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Whom do you mean?” demanded Jackson.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I allude to an individual, who has since acquired an infamous notoriety
-as a thief-taker; but who, in those days, was himself the associate of
-thieves.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Well, Sir, his name?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Jonathan Wild.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“'Sblood!” cried Jackson, rising, “I can't sit still and hear Mr. Wild,
-whom I believe to be as honest a gentleman as any in the kingdom,
-calumniated!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Fire and fury!” exclaimed Smith, getting up with the brandy-bottle in his
-grasp; “no man shall abuse Mr. Wild in my presence! He's the right-hand of
-the community! We could do nothing without him!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“<i>We!</i>” repeated Wood, significantly.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Every honest man, Sir! He helps us to our own again.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Humph!” ejaculated the carpenter.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Surely,” observed Thames, laughing, “to one who entertains so high an
-opinion of Jonathan Wild, as Mr. Jackson appears to do, it can't be very
-offensive to be told, that he's like him.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I don't object to the likeness, if any such exists, young Sir,” returned
-Jackson, darting an angry glance at Thames; “indeed I'm rather flattered
-by being thought to resemble a gentleman of Mr. Wild's figure. But I can't
-submit to hear the well-earned reputation of my friend termed an 'infamous
-notoriety.'”
- </p>
-<p>
-“No, we can't stand that,” hiccupped Smith, scarcely able to keep his
-legs.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Well, gentlemen,” rejoined Wood, mildly; “since Mr. Wild is a friend of
-yours, I'm sorry for what I said. I've no doubt he's as honest as either
-of you.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Enough,” returned Jackson, extending his hand; “and if I've expressed
-myself warmly, I'm sorry for it likewise. But you must allow me to
-observe, my good Sir, that you're wholly in the wrong respecting my
-friend. Mr. Wild never was the associate of thieves.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Never,” echoed Smith, emphatically, “upon my honour.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I'm satisfied with your assurance,” replied the carpenter, drily.
-</p>
-<p>
-“It's more than I am,” muttered Thames.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I was not aware that Jonathan Wild was an acquaintance of yours, Mr.
-Jackson,” said Kneebone, whose assiduity to Mrs. Wood had prevented him
-from paying much attention to the previous scene.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I've known him all my life,” replied the other.
-</p>
-<p>
-“The devil you have! Then, perhaps, you can tell me when he intends to put
-his threat into execution?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“What threat?” asked Jackson.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Why, of hanging the fellow who acts as his jackal; one Blake, or
-Blueskin, I think he's called.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“You've been misinformed, Sir,” interposed Smith. “Mr. Wild is incapable
-of such baseness.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Bah!” returned the woollen-draper. “I see you don't know him as well as
-you pretend. Jonathan is capable of anything. He has hanged twelve of his
-associates already. The moment they cease to be serviceable, or become
-dangerous he lodges an information, and the matter's settled. He has
-always plenty of evidence in reserve. Blueskin is booked. As sure as
-you're sitting there, Mr. Smith, he'll swing after next Old Bailey
-sessions. I wouldn't be in his skin for a trifle!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“But he may peach,” said Smith casting an oblique glance at Jackson.
-</p>
-<p>
-“It would avail him little if he did,” replied Kneebone. “Jonathan does
-what he pleases in the courts.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Very true,” chuckled Jackson; “very true.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Blueskin's only chance would be to carry <i>his</i> threat into effect,”
- pursued the woollen-draper.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Aha!” exclaimed Jackson. “<i>He</i> threatens, does he?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“More than that,” replied Kneebone; “I understand he drew a knife upon
-Jonathan, in a quarrel between them lately. And since then, he has openly
-avowed his determination of cutting his master's throat on the slightest
-inkling of treachery. But, perhaps Mr. Smith will tell you I'm
-misinformed, also, on that point.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“On the contrary,” rejoined Smith, looking askance at his companion, “I
-happen to <i>know</i> you're in the right.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Well, Sir, I'm obliged to you,” said Jackson; “I shall take care to put
-Mr. Wild on his guard against an assassin.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“And I shall put Blueskin on the alert against the designs of a traitor,”
- rejoined Smith, in a tone that sounded like a menace.
-</p>
-<p>
-“In my opinion,” remarked Kneebone, “it doesn't matter how soon society is
-rid of two such scoundrels; and if Blueskin dies by the rope, and Jonathan
-by the hand of violence, they'll meet the fate they merit. Wild was
-formerly an agent to the Jacobite party, but, on the offer of a bribe from
-the opposite faction, he unhesitatingly deserted and betrayed his old
-employers. Of late, he has become the instrument of Walpole, and does all
-the dirty work for the Secret Committee. Several arrests of importance
-have been intrusted to him; but, forewarned, forearmed, we have constantly
-baffled his schemes;—ha! ha! Jonathan's a devilish clever fellow.
-But he can't have his eyes always about him, or he'd have been with us
-this morning at the Mint, eh, Mr. Jackson!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“So he would,” replied the latter: “so he would.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“With all his cunning, he may meet with his match,” continued Kneebone,
-laughing. “I've set a trap for him.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Take care you don't fall into it yourself,” returned Jackson, with a
-slight sneer.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Were I in your place,” said Smith, “I should be apprehensive of Wild,
-because he's a declared enemy.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“And were I in <i>yours</i>,” rejoined the woollen-draper, “I should be
-doubly apprehensive, because he's a professed friend. But we're neglecting
-the punch all this time. A bumper round, gentlemen. Success to our
-enterprise!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Success to our enterprise!” echoed the others, significantly.
-</p>
-<p>
-“May I ask whether you made any further inquiries into the mysterious
-affair about which we were speaking just now?” observed Jackson, turning
-to the carpenter.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I can't say I did,” replied Wood, somewhat reluctantly; “what with the
-confusion incident to the storm, and the subsequent press of business, I
-put it off till it was too late. I've often regretted that I didn't
-investigate the matter. However, it doesn't much signify. All concerned in
-the dark transaction must have perished.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Are you sure of that,” inquired Jackson.
-</p>
-<p>
-“As sure as one reasonably can be. I saw their boat swept away, and heard
-the roar of the fall beneath the bridge; and no one, who was present,
-could doubt the result. If the principal instigator of the crime, whom I
-afterwards encountered on the platform, and who was dashed into the raging
-flood by the shower of bricks, escaped, his preservation must have been
-indeed miraculous.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Your own was equally so,” said Jackson ironically. “What if he <i>did</i>
-escape?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“My utmost efforts should be used to bring him to justice.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Hum!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Have you any reason to suppose he survived the accident?” inquired Thames
-eagerly.
-</p>
-<p>
-Jackson smiled and put on the air of a man who knows more than he cares to
-tell.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I merely asked the question,” he said, after he had enjoyed the boy's
-suspense for a moment.
-</p>
-<p>
-The hope that had been suddenly kindled in the youth's bosom was as
-suddenly extinguished.
-</p>
-<p>
-“If I thought he lived——” observed Wood.
-</p>
-<p>
-“<i>If</i>,” interrupted Jackson, changing his tone: “he <i>does</i> live.
-And it has been well for you that he imagines the child was drowned.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Who is he?” asked Thames impatiently.
-</p>
-<p>
-“You're inquisitive, young gentleman,” replied Jackson, coldly. “When
-you're older, you'll know that secrets of importance are not disclosed
-gratuitously. Your adoptive father understands mankind better.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I'd give half I'm worth to hang the villain, and restore this boy to his
-rights,” said Mr. Wood.
-</p>
-<p>
-“How do you know he <i>has</i> any rights to be restored to?” returned
-Jackson, with a grin. “Judging from what you tell me, I've no doubt he's
-the illegitimate offspring of some handsome, but lowborn profligate; in
-which case, he'll neither have name, nor wealth for his inheritance. The
-assassination, as you call it, was, obviously, the vengeance of a kinsman
-of the injured lady, who no doubt was of good family, upon her seducer.
-The less said, therefore, on this point the better; because, as nothing is
-to be gained by it, it would only be trouble thrown away. But, if you have
-any particular fancy for hanging the gentleman, who chose to take the law
-into his own hands—and I think your motive extremely disinterested
-and praiseworthy—why, it's just possible, if you make it worth my
-while, that your desires may be gratified.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I don't see how this is to be effected, unless you yourself were present
-at the time,” said Wood, glancing suspiciously at the speaker.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I had no hand in the affair,” replied Jackson, bluntly; “but I know those
-who had; and could bring forward evidence, if you require it.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“The best evidence would be afforded by an accomplice of the assassin,”
- rejoined Thames, who was greatly offended by the insinuation as to his
-parentage.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Perhaps you could point out such a party, Mr. Jackson?” said Wood,
-significantly.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I could,” replied Thames.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Then you need no further information from me,” rejoined Jackson, sternly.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Stay!” cried Wood, “this is a most perplexing business—if you
-really are privy to the affair——”
- </p>
-<p>
-“We'll talk of it to-morrow, Sir,” returned Jackson, cutting him short.
-“In the mean time, with your permission, I'll just make a few minutes of
-our conversation.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“As many as you please,” replied Wood, walking towards the chimney-piece,
-and taking down a constable's, staff, which hung upon a nail.
-</p>
-<p>
-Jackson, mean time, produced a pocket-book; and, after deliberately
-sharpening the point of a pencil, began to write on a blank leaf. While he
-was thus occupied, Thames, prompted by an unaccountable feeling of
-curiosity, took up the penknife which the other had just used, and
-examined the haft. What he there noticed occasioned a marked change in his
-demeanour. He laid down the knife, and fixed a searching and distrustful
-gaze upon the writer, who continued his task, unconscious of anything
-having happened.
-</p>
-<p>
-“There,” cried Jackson, closing the book and rising, “that'll do.
-To-morrow at twelve I'll be with you, Mr. Wood. Make up your mind as to
-the terms, and I'll engage to find the man.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Hold!” exclaimed the carpenter, in an authoritative voice: “we can't part
-thus. Thames, look the door.” (An order which was promptly obeyed.) “Now,
-Sir, I must insist upon a full explanation of your mysterious hints, or,
-as I am headborough of the district, I shall at once take you into
-custody.”
- </p>
-<p>
-Jackson treated this menace with a loud laugh of derision.
-</p>
-<p>
-“What ho!” he cried slapping Smith, who had fallen asleep with the
-brandy-bottle in his grasp, upon the shoulder. “It is time!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“For what?” grumbled the latter, rubbing his eyes.
-</p>
-<p>
-“For the caption!” replied Jackson, coolly drawing a brace of pistols from
-his pockets.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Ready!” answered Smith, shaking himself, and producing a similar pair of
-weapons.
-</p>
-<p>
-“In Heaven's name! what's all this?” cried Wood.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Be still, and you'll receive no injury,” returned Jackson. “We're merely
-about to discharge our duty by apprehending a rebel. Captain Kneebone! we
-must trouble you to accompany us.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I've no intention of stirring,” replied the woollen-draper, who was thus
-unceremoniously disturbed: “and I beg you'll sit down, Mr. Jackson.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Come, Sir!” thundered the latter, “no trifling! Perhaps,” he added,
-opening a warrant, “you'll obey this mandate?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“A warrant!” ejaculated Kneebone, starting to his feet.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Ay, Sir, from the Secretary of State, for <i>your</i> arrest! You're
-charged with high-treason.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“By those who've conspired with me?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“No! by those who've entrapped you! You've long eluded our vigilance; but
-we've caught you at last!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Damnation!” exclaimed the woollen-draper; “that I should be the dupe of
-such a miserable artifice!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“It's no use lamenting now, Captain! You ought rather to be obliged to us
-for allowing you to pay this visit. We could have secured you when you
-left the Mint. But we wished to ascertain whether Mrs. Wood's charms
-equalled your description.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Wretches!” screamed the lady; “don't dare to breathe your vile
-insinuations against me! Oh! Mr. Kneebone, are these your French
-noblemen?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Don't upbraid me!” rejoined the woollen-draper.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Bring him along, Joe!” said Jackson, in a whisper to his comrade.
-</p>
-<p>
-Smith obeyed. But he had scarcely advanced a step, when he was felled to
-the ground by a blow from the powerful arm of Kneebone, who, instantly
-possessing himself of a pistol, levelled it at Jackson's head.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Begone! or I fire!” he cried.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Mr. Wood,” returned Jackson, with the utmost composure; “you're a
-headborough, and a loyal subject of King George. I call upon you to assist
-me in the apprehension of this person. You'll be answerable for his
-escape.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Mr. Wood, I command you not to stir,” vociferated the carpenter's
-better-half; “recollect you'll be answerable to me.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I declare I don't know what to do,” said Wood, burned by conflicting
-emotions. “Mr. Kneebone! you would greatly oblige me by surrendering
-yourself.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Never!” replied the woollen-draper; “and if that treacherous rascal, by
-your side, doesn't make himself scarce quickly, I'll send a bullet through
-his brain.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“My death will lie at your door,” remarked Jackson to the carpenter.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Show me your warrant!” said Wood, almost driven to his wit's-end;
-“perhaps it isn't regular?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Ask him who he is?” suggested Thames.
-</p>
-<p>
-“A good idea!” exclaimed the carpenter. “May I beg to know whom I've the
-pleasure of addressing? Jackson, I conclude, is merely an assumed name.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“What does it signify?” returned the latter, angrily.
-</p>
-<p>
-“A great deal!” replied Thames. “If you won't disclose your name, I will
-for you! You are Jonathan Wild!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Further concealment is needless,” answered the other, pulling off his wig
-and black patch, and resuming his natural tone of voice; “I <i>am</i>
-Jonathan Wild!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Say you so!” rejoined Kneebone; “then be this your passport to eternity.”
- </p>
-<p>
-Upon which he drew the trigger of the pistol, which, luckily for the
-individual against whom it was aimed, flashed in the pan.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I might now send you on a similar journey!” replied Jonathan, with a
-bitter smile, and preserving the unmoved demeanour he had maintained
-throughout; “but I prefer conveying you, in the first instance, to
-Newgate. The Jacobite daws want a scarecrow.”
- </p>
-<p>
-So saying, he sprang, with a bound like that of a tiger-cat, against the
-throat of the woollen-draper. And so sudden and well-directed was the
-assault, that he completely overthrew his gigantic antagonist.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Lend a hand with the ruffles, Blueskin!” he shouted, as that personage,
-who had just recovered from the stunning effects of the blow, contrived to
-pick himself up. “Look quick, d—n you, or we shall never master
-him!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Murder!” shrieked Mrs. Wood, at the top of her voice.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Here's a pistol!” cried Thames, darting towards the undischarged weapon
-dropped by Blueskin in the scuffle, and pointing it at Jonathan. “Shall I
-shoot him?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Yes! yes! put it to his ear!” cried Mrs. Wood; “that's the surest way!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“No! no! give it me!” vociferated Wood, snatching the pistol, and rushing
-to the door, against which he placed his back.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I'll soon settle this business. Jonathan Wild!” he added, in a loud
-voice, “I command you to release your prisoner.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“So I will,” replied Jonathan, who, with Blueskin's aid, had succeeded in
-slipping a pair of handcuffs over the woollen-draper's wrists, “when I've
-Mr. Walpole's order to that effect—but not before.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“You'll take the consequences, then?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Willingly.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“In that case I arrest you, and your confederate, Joseph Blake, alias
-Blueskin, on a charge of felony,” returned Wood, brandishing his staff;
-“resist my authority, if you dare.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“A clever device,” replied Jonathan; “but it won't serve your turn. Let us
-pass, Sir. Strike the gag, Blueskin.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“You shall not stir a footstep. Open the window, Thames, and call for
-assistance.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Stop!” cried Jonathan, who did not care to push matters too far, “let me
-have a word with you, Mr. Wood.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I'll have no explanations whatever,” replied the carpenter, disdainfully,
-“except before a magistrate.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“At least state your charge. It is a serious accusation.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“It <i>is</i>,” answered Wood. “Do you recollect this key? Do you
-recollect to whom you gave it, and for what purpose? or shall I refresh
-your memory?”
- </p>
-<p>
-Wild appeared confounded.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Release your prisoner,” continued Wood, “or the window is opened.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Mr. Wood,” said Jonathan, advancing towards him, and speaking in a low
-tone, “the secret of your adopted son's birth is known to me. The name of
-his father's murderer is also known to me. I can help you to both,—nay,
-I <i>will</i> help you to both, if you do not interfere with my plans. The
-arrest of this person is of consequence to me. Do not oppose it, and I
-will serve you. Thwart me, and I become your mortal enemy. I have but to
-give a hint of that boy's existence in the proper quarter, and his life
-will not be worth a day's purchase.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Don't listen to him, father,” cried Thames, unconscious of what was
-passing; “there are plenty of people outside.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Make your choice,” said Jonathan.
-</p>
-<p>
-“If you don't decide quickly, I'll scream,” cried Mrs. Wood, popping her
-head through the window.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Set your prisoner free!” returned Wood.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Take off the ruffles, Blueskin,” rejoined Wild. “You know my fixed
-determination,” he added in a low tone, as he passed the carpenter.
-“Before to-morrow night that boy shall join his father.”
- </p>
-<p>
-So saying, he unlocked the door and strode out of the room.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Here are some letters, which will let you see what a snake you've
-cherished in your bosom, you uxorious old dotard,” said Blueskin, tossing
-a packet of papers to Wood, as he followed his leader.
-</p>
-<p>
-“'Odd's-my-life! what's this?” exclaimed the carpenter, looking at the
-superscription of one of them. “Why, this is your writing Dolly, and
-addressed to Mr. Kneebone.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“My writing! no such thing!” ejaculated the lady, casting a look of alarm
-at the woollen-draper.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Confusion! the rascal must have picked my pocket of your letters,”
- whispered Kneebone, “What's to be done?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“What's to be done! Why, I'm undone! How imprudent in you not to burn
-them. But men <i>are</i> so careless, there's no trusting anything to
-them! However, I must try to brazen it out.—Give me the letters, my
-love,” she added aloud, and in her most winning accents; “they're some
-wicked forgeries.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Excuse me, Madam,” replied the carpenter, turning his back upon her, and
-sinking into a chair: “Thames, my love, bring me my spectacles. My heart
-misgives me. Fool that I was to marry for beauty! I ought to have
-remembered that a fair woman and a slashed gown always find some nail in
-the way.”
- </p>
-<p>
-<br /><br />
-</p>
-<hr />
-<p>
-<a name="link2HCH0013" id="link2HCH0013"> </a>
-</p>
-<div style="height: 4em;">
-<br /><br /><br /><br />
-</div>
-<h2>
-CHAPTER VI. THE FIRST STEP TOWARDS THE LADDER.
-</h2>
-<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">I</span>f there is one thing on earth, more lovely than another, it is a fair
-girl of the tender age of Winifred Wood! Her beauty awakens no feeling
-beyond that of admiration. The charm of innocence breathes around her, as
-fragrance is diffused by the flower, sanctifying her lightest thought and
-action, and shielding her, like a spell, from the approach of evil.
-Beautiful is the girl of twelve,—who is neither child nor woman, but
-something between both, something more exquisite than either!
-</p>
-<p>
-Such was the fairy creature presented to Thames Darrell, under the
-following circumstances.
-</p>
-<p>
-Glad to escape from the scene of recrimination that ensued between his
-adopted parents, Thames seized the earliest opportunity of retiring, and
-took his way to a small chamber in the upper part of the house, where he
-and Jack were accustomed to spend most of their leisure in the amusements,
-or pursuits, proper to their years. He found the door ajar, and, to his
-surprise, perceived little Winifred seated at a table, busily engaged in
-tracing some design upon a sheet of paper. She did not hear his approach,
-but continued her occupation without raising her head.
-</p>
-<p>
-It was a charming sight to watch the motions of her tiny fingers as she
-pursued her task; and though the posture she adopted was not the most
-favourable that might have been chosen for the display of her sylphlike
-figure, there was something in her attitude, and the glow of her
-countenance, lighted up by the mellow radiance of the setting sun falling
-upon her through the panes of the little dormer-window, that seemed to the
-youth inexpressibly beautiful. Winifred's features would have been pretty,
-for they were regular and delicately formed, if they had not been slightly
-marked by the small-pox;—a disorder, that sometimes spares more than
-it destroys, and imparts an expression to be sought for in vain in the
-smoothest complexion. We have seen pitted cheeks, which we would not
-exchange for dimples and a satin skin. Winifred's face had a thoroughly
-amiable look. Her mouth was worthy of her face; with small, pearly-white
-teeth; lips glossy, rosy, and pouting; and the sweetest smile imaginable,
-playing constantly about them. Her eyes were soft and blue, arched over by
-dark brows, and fringed by long silken lashes. Her hair was of the darkest
-brown, and finest texture; and, when unloosed, hung down to her heels. She
-was dressed in a little white frock, with a very long body, and very short
-sleeves, which looked (from a certain fullness about the hips,) as if it
-was intended to be worn with a hoop. Her slender throat was encircled by a
-black riband, with a small locket attached to it; and upon the top of her
-head rested a diminutive lace cap.
-</p>
-<p>
-The room in which she sat was a portion of the garret, assigned, as we
-have just stated, by Mr. Wood as a play-room to the two boys; and, like
-most boy's playrooms, it exhibited a total absence of order, or neatness.
-Things were thrown here and there, to be taken up, or again cast aside, as
-the whim arose; while the broken-backed chairs and crazy table bore the
-marks of many a conflict. The characters of the youthful occupants of the
-room might be detected in every article it contained. Darell's peculiar
-bent of mind was exemplified in a rusty broadsword, a tall grenadier's
-cap, a musket without lock or ramrod, a belt and cartouch-box, with other
-matters evincing a decided military taste. Among his books, Plutarch's
-Lives, and the Histories of Great Commanders, appeared to have been
-frequently consulted; but the dust had gathered thickly upon the
-Carpenter's Manual, and a Treatise on Trigonometry and Geometry. Beneath
-the shelf, containing these books, hung the fine old ballad of '<i>St.
-George for England</i>' and a loyal ditty, then much in vogue, called '<i>True
-Protestant Gratitude, or, Britain's Thanksgiving for the First of August,
-Being the Day of His Majesty's Happy Accession to the Throne</i>.' Jack
-Sheppard's library consisted of a few ragged and well-thumbed volumes
-abstracted from the tremendous chronicles bequeathed to the world by those
-Froissarts and Holinsheds of crime—the Ordinaries of Newgate. His
-vocal collection comprised a couple of flash songs pasted against the
-wall, entitled '<i>The Thief-Catcher's Prophecy</i>,' and the '<i>Life and
-Death of the Darkman's Budge</i>;' while his extraordinary mechanical
-skill was displayed in what he termed (Jack had a supreme contempt for
-</p>
-<h3>
-====
-</h3>
-<p>
-orthography,) a '<i>Moddle of his Ma^{s}. Jale off Newgate</i>;' another
-model of the pillory at Fleet Bridge; and a third of the permanent gibbet
-at Tyburn. The latter specimen, of his workmanship was adorned with a
-little scarecrow figure, intended to represent a housebreaking
-chimney-sweeper of the time, described in Sheppard's own hand-writing, as
-'<i>Jack Hall a-hanging</i>.' We must not omit to mention that a family
-group from the pencil of little Winifred, representing Mr. and Mrs. Wood
-in very characteristic attitudes, occupied a prominent place on the walls.
-</p>
-<p>
-For a few moments, Thames regarded the little girl through the half-opened
-door in silence. On a sudden, a change came over her countenance, which,
-up to this moment, had worn a smiling and satisfied expression. Throwing
-down the pencil, she snatched up a piece of India-rubber, and exclaiming,—“It
-isn't at all like him! it isn't half handsome enough!” was about to efface
-the sketch, when Thames darted into the room.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Who isn't it like?” he asked, endeavouring to gain possession of the
-drawing, which, af the sound of his footstep, she crushed between her
-fingers.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I can't tell you!” she replied, blushing deeply, and clinching her little
-hand as tightly as possible; “it's a secret!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I'll soon find it out, then,” he returned, playfully forcing the paper
-from her grasp.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Don't look at it, I entreat,” she cried.
-</p>
-<p>
-But her request was unheeded. Thames unfolded the drawing, smoothed out
-its creases, and beheld a portrait of himself.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I've a good mind not to speak to you again, Sir!” cried Winifred, with
-difficulty repressing a tear of vexation; “you've acted unfairly.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I feel I have, dear Winny!” replied Thames, abashed at his own rudeness;
-“my conduct is inexcusable.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I'll excuse it nevertheless,” returned the little damsel, affectionately
-extending her hand to him.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Why were you afraid to show me this picture, Winny?” asked the youth.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Because it's not like you,” was her answer.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Well, like or not, I'm greatly pleased with it, and must beg it from you
-as a memorial——”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Of what?” she interrupted, startled by his change of manner.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Of yourself,” he replied, in a mournful tone. “I shall value it highly,
-and will promise never to part with it. Winny, this is the last night I
-shall pass beneath your father's roof.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Have you told him so?” she inquired, reproachfully. “No; but I shall,
-before he retires to rest.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Then you <i>will</i> stay!” she cried, clapping her hands joyfully, “for
-I'm sure he won't part with you. Oh! thank you—thank you! I'm so
-happy!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Stop, Winny!” he answered, gravely; “I haven't promised yet.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“But you will,—won't you?” she rejoined, looking him coaxingly in
-the face.
-</p>
-<p>
-Unable to withstand this appeal, Thames gave the required promise, adding,—“Oh!
-Winny, I wish Mr. Wood had been my father, as well as yours.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“So do I!” she cried; “for then you would have been <i>really</i> my
-brother. No, I don't, either; because——”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Well, Winny?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I don't know what I was going to say,” she added, in some confusion;
-“only I'm sorry you were born a gentleman.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Perhaps, I wasn't,” returned Thames, gloomily, as the remembrance of
-Jonathan Wild's foul insinuation crossed him. “But never mind who, or what
-I am. Give me this picture. I'll keep it for your sake.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I'll give you something better worth keeping,” she answered, detaching
-the ornament from her neck, and presenting it to him; “this contains a
-lock of my hair, and may remind you sometimes of your little sister. As to
-the picture, I'll keep it myself, though, if you <i>do</i> go I shall need
-no memorial of <i>you</i>. I'd a good many things to say to you, besides—but
-you've put them all out of my head.”
- </p>
-<p>
-With this, she burst into tears, and sank with her face upon his shoulder.
-Thames did not try to cheer her. His own heart was too full of melancholy
-foreboding. He felt that he might soon be separated—perhaps, for
-ever—from the fond little creature he held in his arms, whom he had
-always regarded with the warmest fraternal affection, and the thought of
-how much she would suffer from the separation so sensibly affected him,
-that he could not help joining in her grief.
-</p>
-<p>
-From this sorrowful state he was aroused by a loud derisive whistle,
-followed by a still louder laugh; and, looking up, he beheld the impudent
-countenance of Jack Sheppard immediately before him.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Aha!” exclaimed Jack, with a roguish wink, “I've caught you,—have
-I?”
- </p>
-<pre xml:space="preserve">
-The carpenter's daughter was fair and free—
-Fair, and fickle, and false, was she!
-She slighted the journeyman, (meaning <i>me!</i>)
-And smiled on a gallant of high degree.
-Degree! degree!
-She smiled on a gallant of high degree.
-Ha! ha! ha!”
- </pre>
-<p>
-“Jack!” exclaimed Thames, angrily.
-</p>
-<p>
-But Sheppard was not to be silenced. He went on with his song,
-accompanying it with the most ridiculous grimaces:
-</p>
-<pre xml:space="preserve">
-“When years were gone by, she began to rue
-Her love for the gentleman, (meaning <i>you!</i>)
-'I slighted the journeyman fond,' quoth she,
-'But where is my gallant of high degree?
-Where! where!
-Oh! where is my gallant of high degree?'
-Ho! ho! ho!”
- </pre>
-<p>
-“What are you doing here!” demanded Thames.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Oh! nothing at all,” answered Jack, sneeringly, “though this room's as
-much mine as yours, for that matter. 'But I don't desire to spoil sport,—not
-I. And, if you'll give me such a smack of your sweet lips, Miss, as you've
-just given Thames, I'll take myself off in less than no time.”
- </p>
-<p>
-The answer to this request was a “smack” of a very different description,
-bestowed upon Sheppard's outstretched face by the little damsel, as she
-ran out of the room.
-</p>
-<p>
-“'Odd's! bodikins!” cried Jack, rubbing his cheek, “I'm in luck to-day.
-However, I'd rather have a blow from the daughter than the mother. I know
-who hits hardest. I tell you what, Thames,” he added, flinging himself
-carelessly into a chair, “I'd give my right hand,—and that's no
-light offer for a carpenter's 'prentice,—if that little minx were
-half as fond of me as she is of you.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“That's not likely to be the case, if you go on in this way,” replied
-Thames, sharply.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Why, what the devil would you have had me do!—make myself scarce,
-eh? You should have tipped me the wink.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“No more of this,” rejoined Thames, “or we shall quarrel.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Who cares if we do?” retorted Sheppard, with a look of defiance.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Jack,” said the other, sternly; “don't provoke me further, or I'll give
-you a thrashing.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Two can play at that game, my blood,” replied Sheppard, rising, and
-putting himself into a posture of defence.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Take care of yourself, then,” rejoined Thames, doubling his fists, and
-advancing towards him: “though my right arm's stiff, I can use it, as
-you'll find.”
- </p>
-<p>
-Sheppard was no match for his opponent, for, though he possessed more
-science, he was deficient in weight and strength; and, after a short
-round, in which he had decidedly the worst of it, a well-directed hit on
-the <i>nob</i> stretched him at full length on the floor.
-</p>
-<p>
-“That'll teach you to keep a civil tongue in your head for the future,”
- observed Thames, as he helped Jack to his feet.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I didn't mean to give offence,” replied Sheppard, sulkily. “But, let me
-tell you, it's not a pleasant sight to see the girl one likes in the arms
-of another.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“You want another drubbing, I perceive,” said Thames, frowning.
-</p>
-<p>
-“No, I don't. Enough's as good as a feast of the dainties you provide.
-I'll think no more about her. Save us!” he cried, as his glance
-accidentally alighted on the drawing, which Winifred had dropped in her
-agitation. “Is this <i>her</i> work?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“It is,” answered Thames. “Do you see any likeness?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Don't I,” returned Jack, bitterly. “Strange!” he continued, as if talking
-to himself. “How very like it is!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Not so strange, surely,” laughed Thames, “that a picture should resemble
-the person for whom it's intended.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Ay, but it <i>is</i> strange how much it resembles somebody for whom it's
-<i>not</i> intended. It's exactly like a miniature I have in my pocket.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“A miniature! Of whom?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“That I can't say,” replied Jack, mysteriously. “But, I half suspect, of
-your father.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“My father!” exclaimed Thames, in the utmost astonishment; “let me see
-it!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Here it is,” returned Jack, producing a small picture in a case set with
-brilliants.
-</p>
-<p>
-Thames took it, and beheld the portrait of a young man, apparently—judging
-from his attire—of high rank, whose proud and patrician features
-certainly presented a very striking resemblance to his own.
-</p>
-<p>
-“You're right Jack,” he said, after a pause, during which he contemplated
-the picture with the most fixed attention: “this must have been my
-father!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“No doubt of it,” answered Sheppard; “only compare it with Winny's
-drawing, and you'll find they're as like as two peas in a pod.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Where did you get it?” inquired Thames.
-</p>
-<p>
-“From Lady Trafford's, where I took the box.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Surely, you haven't stolen it?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Stolen's an awkward word. But, as you perceive, I brought it away with
-me.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“It must be restored instantly,—be the consequences what they may.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“You're not going to betray me!” cried Jack, in alarm.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I am not,” replied Thames; “but I insist upon your taking it back at
-once.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Take it back yourself,” retorted Jack, sullenly. “I shall do no such
-thing.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Very well,” replied Thames, about to depart.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Stop!” exclaimed Jack, planting himself before the door; “do you want to
-get me sent across the water?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I want to save you from disgrace and ruin,” returned Thames.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Bah!” cried Jack, contemptuously; “nobody's disgraced and ruined unless
-he's found out. I'm safe enough if you hold your tongue. Give me that
-picture, or I'll make you!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Hear me,” said Thames, calmly; “you well know you're no match for me.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Not at fisticuffs, perhaps,” interrupted Jack, fiercely; “but I've my
-knife.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“You daren't use it.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Try to leave the room, and see whether I daren't,” returned Jack, opening
-the blade.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I didn't expect this from you,” rejoined Thames, resolutely. “But your
-threats won't prevent my leaving the room when I please, and as I please.
-Now, will you stand aside?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I won't,” answered Jack, obstinately.
-</p>
-<p>
-Thames said not another word, but marched boldly towards him, and seized
-him by the collar.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Leave go!” cried Jack, struggling violently, and raising his hand, “or
-I'll maul you for life.”
- </p>
-<p>
-But Thames was not to be deterred from his purpose; and the strife might
-have terminated seriously, if a peace-maker had not appeared in the shape
-of little Winifred, who, alarmed by the noise, rushed suddenly into the
-room.
-</p>
-<p>
-<br /><br />
-</p>
-<hr />
-<p>
-<a name="linkimage-0014" id="linkimage-0014"> </a>
-</p>
-<div class="fig" style="width:35%;">
-<img src="images/282s.jpg" alt="282s " width="100%" /><br />
-</div>
-<h4>
-<a href="images/282.jpg"><i>Original Size</i></a> -- <a
-href="images/282m.jpg"><i>Medium-Size</i></a>
-</h4>
-<p>
-“Ah!” she screamed, seeing the uplifted weapon in Sheppard's hand, “don't
-hurt Thames—don't, dear Jack! If you want to kill somebody, kill me,
-not him.”
- </p>
-<p>
-And she flung herself between them.
-</p>
-<p>
-Jack dropped the knife, and walked sullenly aside.
-</p>
-<p>
-“What has caused this quarrel, Thames?” asked the little girl, anxiously.
-</p>
-<p>
-“You,” answered Jack, abruptly.
-</p>
-<p>
-“No such thing,” rejoined Thames. “I'll tell you all about it presently.
-But you must leave us now, dear Winny, Jack and I have something to settle
-between ourselves. Don't be afraid. Our quarrel's quite over.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Are you sure of that?” returned Winifred, looking uneasily at Jack.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Ay, ay,” rejoined Sheppard; “he may do what he pleases,—hang me, if
-he thinks proper,—if <i>you</i> wish it.”
- </p>
-<p>
-With this assurance, and at the reiterated request of Thames, the little
-girl reluctantly withdrew.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Come, come, Jack,” said Thames, walking up to Sheppard, and taking his
-hand, “have done with this. I tell you once more, I'll say and do nothing
-to get you into trouble. Best assured of that. But I'm resolved to see
-Lady Trafford. Perhaps, she may tell me whose picture this is.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“So she may,” returned Jack, brightening up; “it's a good idea. I'll go
-with you. But you must see her alone; and that'll be no easy matter to
-manage, for she's a great invalid, and has generally somebody with her.
-Above all, beware of Sir Rowland Trenchard. He's as savage and suspicious
-as the devil himself. I should never have noticed the miniature at all, if
-it hadn't been for him. He was standing by, rating her ladyship,—who
-can scarcely stir from the sofa,—while I was packing up her jewels
-in the case, and I observed that she tried to hide a small casket from
-him. His back was no sooner turned, than she slipped this casket into the
-box. The next minute, I contrived, without either of 'em perceiving me, to
-convey it into my own pocket. I was sorry for what I did afterwards; for,
-I don't know why, but, poor, lady! with her pale face, and black eyes, she
-reminded me of my mother.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“That, alone, ought to have prevented you from acting as you did, Jack,”
- returned Thames, gravely.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I should never have acted as I did,” rejoined Sheppard, bitterly; “if
-Mrs. Wood hadn't struck me. That blow made me a thief. And, if ever I'm
-brought to the gallows, I shall lay my death at her door.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Well, think no more about it,” returned Thames. “Do better in future.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I will, when I've had my revenge,” muttered Jack. “But, take my advice,
-and keep out of Sir Rowland's way, or you'll get the poor lady into
-trouble as well as me.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Never fear,” replied Thames, taking up his hat. “Come, let's be off.”
- </p>
-<p>
-The two boys, then, emerged upon the landing, and were about to descend
-the stairs, when the voices of Mr. and Mrs. Wood resounded from below. The
-storm appeared to have blown over, for they were conversing in a very
-amicable manner with Mr. Kneebone, who was on the point of departing.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Quite sorry, my good friend, there should have been any misunderstanding
-between us,” observed the woollen-draper.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Don't mention it,” returned Wood, in the conciliatory tone of one who
-admits he has been in the wrong; “your explanation is perfectly
-satisfactory.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“We shall expect you to-morrow,” insinuated Mrs. Wood; “and pray, don't
-bring anybody with you,—especially Jonathan Wild.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“No fear of that,” laughed Kneebone.—“Oh! about that boy, Thames
-Darrell. His safety must be looked to. Jonathan's threats are not to be
-sneezed at. The rascal will be at work before the morning. Keep your eye
-upon the lad. And mind he doesn't stir out of your sight, on any pretence
-whatever, till I call.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“You hear that,” whispered Jack.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I do,” replied Thames, in the same tone; “we haven't a moment to lose.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Take care of yourself,” said Mr. Wood, “and I'll take care of Thames.
-It's never a bad day that has a good ending. Good night! God bless you!”
- </p>
-<p>
-Upon this, there was a great shaking of hands, with renewed apologies and
-protestations of friendship on both sides; after which Mr. Kneebone took
-his leave.
-</p>
-<p>
-“And so, you really suspected me?” murmured Mrs. Wood, reproachfully, as
-they returned to the parlour. “Oh! you men! you men! Once get a thing into
-your head, and nothing will beat it out.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Why, my love,” rejoined her husband, “appearances, you must allow, were a
-little against you. But since you assure me <i>you</i> didn't write the
-letters, and Mr. Kneebone assures me <i>he</i> didn't receive them, I
-can't do otherwise than believe you. And I've made up my mind that a
-husband ought to believe only half that he hears, and nothing that he
-sees.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“An excellent maxim!” replied his wife, approvingly; “the best I ever
-heard you utter.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I must now go and look after Thames,” observed the carpenter.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Oh! never mind him: he'll take no harm! Come with me into the parlour. I
-can't spare you at present. Heigho!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Now for it!” cried Jack, as the couple entered the room: “the coast's
-clear.”
- </p>
-<p>
-Thames was about to follow, when he felt a gentle grasp upon his arm. He
-turned, and beheld Winifred.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Where are you going?” she asked.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I shall be back presently,” replied Thames, evasively.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Don't go, I beg of you!” she implored. “You're in danger. I overheard
-what Mr. Kneebone said, just now.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Death and the devil! what a cursed interruption!” cried Jack,
-impatiently. “If you loiter in this way, old Wood will catch us.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“If you stir, I'll call him!” rejoined Winifred. “It's you, Jack, who are
-persuading my brother to do wrong. Thames,” she urged, “the errand, on
-which you're going, can't be for any good, or you wouldn't be afraid of
-mentioning it to my father.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“He's coming!” cried Jack, stamping his foot, with vexation. “Another
-moment, and it'll be too late.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Winny, I <i>must</i> go!” said Thames, breaking from her.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Stay, dear Thames!—stay!” cried the little girl. “He hears me not!
-he's gone!” she added, as the door was opened and shut with violence;
-“something tells me I shall never see him again!”
- </p>
-<p>
-When her father, a moment afterwards, issued from the parlour to ascertain
-the cause of the noise, he found her seated on the stairs, in an agony of
-grief.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Where's Thames?” he hastily inquired.
-</p>
-<p>
-Winifred pointed to the door. She could not speak.
-</p>
-<p>
-“And Jack?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Gone too,” sobbed his daughter.
-</p>
-<p>
-Mr. Wood uttered something like an imprecation.
-</p>
-<p>
-“God forgive me for using such a word!” he cried, in a troubled tone; “if
-I hadn't yielded to my wife's silly request, this wouldn't have happened!”
- </p>
-<p>
-<br /><br />
-</p>
-<hr />
-<p>
-<a name="link2HCH0014" id="link2HCH0014"> </a>
-</p>
-<div style="height: 4em;">
-<br /><br /><br /><br />
-</div>
-<h2>
-CHAPTER VII. BROTHER AND SISTER.
-</h2>
-<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">O</span>n the same evening, in a stately chamber of a noble old mansion of
-Elizabeth's time, situated in Southampton Fields, two persons were seated.
-One of these, a lady, evidently a confirmed invalid, and attired in deep
-mourning, reclined upon a sort of couch, or easy chair, set on wheels,
-with her head supported by cushions, and her feet resting upon a velvet
-footstool. A crutch, with a silver handle, stood by her side, proving the
-state of extreme debility to which she was reduced. It was no easy matter
-to determine her age, for, though she still retained a certain
-youthfulness of appearance, she had many marks in her countenance, usually
-indicating the decline of life, but which in her case were, no doubt, the
-result of constant and severe indisposition. Her complexion was wan and
-faded, except where it was tinged by a slight hectic flush, that made the
-want of colour more palpable; her eyes were large and black, but heavy and
-lustreless; her cheeks sunken; her frame emaciated; her dark hair thickly
-scattered with gray. When younger, and in better health, she must have
-been eminently lovely; and there were still the remains of great beauty
-about her. The expression, however, which would chiefly have interested a
-beholder, was that of settled and profound melancholy.
-</p>
-<p>
-Her companion was a person of no inferior condition. Indeed it was
-apparent, from the likeness between them, that they were nearly related.
-He had the same dark eyes, though lighted by a fierce flame; the same
-sallow complexion; the same tall, thin figure, and majestic demeanour; the
-same proud cast of features. But here the resemblance stopped. The
-expression was wholly different. He looked melancholy enough, it is true.
-But his gloom appeared to be occasioned by remorse, rather than sorrow. No
-sterner head was ever beheld beneath the cowl of a monk, or the bonnet of
-an inquisitor. He seemed inexorable, and inscrutable as fate itself.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Well, Lady Trafford,” he said, fixing a severe look upon her. “You depart
-for Lancashire to-morrow. Have I your final answer?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“You have, Sir Rowland,” she answered, in a feeble tone, but firmly. “You
-shall have the sum you require, but——”
- </p>
-<p>
-“But what, Madam!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Do not misunderstand me,” she proceeded. “I give it to King James—not
-so you: for the furtherance of a great and holy cause, not for the
-prosecution of wild and unprofitable schemes.”
- </p>
-<p>
-Sir Rowland bit his lips to repress the answer that rose to them.
-</p>
-<p>
-“And the will?” he said, with forced calmness. “Do you still refuse to
-make one!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I <i>have</i> made one,” replied Lady Trafford.
-</p>
-<p>
-“How?” cried her brother, starting.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Rowland,” she rejoined, “you strive in vain to terrify me into compliance
-with your wishes. Nothing shall induce me to act contrary to the dictates
-of my conscience. My will is executed, and placed in safe custody.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“In whose favour is it made?” he inquired, sternly.
-</p>
-<p>
-“In favour of my son.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“You have no son,” rejoined Sir Rowland, moodily.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I <i>had</i> one,” answered his sister, in a mournful voice; “and,
-perhaps, I have one still.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“If I thought so—” cried the knight fiercely; “but this is idle,” he
-added, suddenly checking himself. “Aliva, your child perished with its
-father.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“And by whom were they both destroyed?” demanded his sister, raising
-herself by a painful effort, and regarding him with a searching glance.
-</p>
-<p>
-“By the avenger of his family's dishonour—by your brother,” he
-replied, coolly.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Brother,” cried Lady Trafford, her eye blazing with unnatural light, and
-her cheek suffused with a crimson stain: “Brother,” she cried, lifting her
-thin fingers towards Heaven, “as God shall judge me, I was wedded to that
-murdered man!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“A lie!” ejaculated Sir Rowland, furiously; “a black, and damning lie!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“It is the truth,” replied his sister, falling backwards upon the couch.
-“I will swear it upon the cross!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“His name, then?” demanded the knight. “Tell me that, and I will believe
-you.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Not now—not now!” she returned, with a shudder. “When I am dead you
-will learn it. Do not disquiet yourself. You will not have to wait long
-for the information. Rowland,” she added, in an altered tone, “I am
-certain I shall not live many days. And if you treat me in this way, you
-will have my death to answer for, as well as the deaths of my husband and
-child. Let us part in peace. We shall take an eternal farewell of each
-other.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Be it so!” rejoined Sir Rowland, with concentrated fury; “but before we
-<i>do</i> part, I am resolved to know the name of your pretended husband!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Torture shall not wrest it from me,” answered his sister, firmly.
-</p>
-<p>
-“What motive have you for concealment?” he demanded.
-</p>
-<p>
-“A vow,” she answered,—“a vow to my dead husband.”
- </p>
-<p>
-Sir Rowland looked at her for a moment, as if he meditated some terrible
-reply. He then arose, and, taking a few turns in the chamber, stopped
-suddenly before her.
-</p>
-<p>
-“What has put it into your head that your son yet lives?” he asked.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I have dreamed that I shall see him before I die,” she rejoined.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Dreamed!” echoed the knight, with a ghastly smile. “Is that all? Then
-learn from me that your hopes are visionary as their foundation. Unless he
-can arise from the bottom of the Thames, where he and his abhorred father
-lie buried, you will never behold him again in this world.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Heaven have compassion on you, Rowland!” murmured his sister, crossing
-her hands and looking upwards; “you have none on me.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I <i>will</i> have none till I have forced the villain's name from you!”
- he cried, stamping the floor with rage.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Rowland, your violence is killing me,” she returned, in a plaintive tone.
-</p>
-<p>
-“His name, I say!—his name!” thundered the knight.
-</p>
-<p>
-And he unsheathed his sword.
-</p>
-<p>
-Lady Trafford uttered a prolonged scream, and fainted. When she came to
-herself, she found that her brother had quitted the room, leaving her to
-the care of a female attendant. Her first orders were to summon the rest
-of her servants to make immediate preparations for her departure for
-Lancashire.
-</p>
-<p>
-“To-night, your ladyship?” ventured an elderly domestic.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Instantly, Hobson,” returned Lady Trafford; “as soon as the carriage can
-be brought round.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“It shall be at the door in ten minutes. Has your ladyship any further
-commands?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“None whatever. Yet, stay! There is one thing I wish you to do. Take that
-box, and put it into the carriage yourself. Where is Sir Rowland?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“In the library, your ladyship. He has given orders that no one is to
-disturb him. But there's a person in the hall—a very odd sort of man—waiting
-to see him, who won't be sent away.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Very well. Lose not a moment, Hobson.”
- </p>
-<p>
-The elderly domestic bowed, took up the case, and retired.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Your ladyship is far too unwell to travel,” remarked the female
-attendant, assisting her to rise; “you'll never be able to reach
-Manchester.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“It matters not, Norris,” replied Lady Trafford: “I would rather die on
-the road, than be exposed to another such scene as I have just
-encountered.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Dear me!” sympathised Mrs. Norris. “I was afraid from the scream I heard,
-that something dreadful had happened, Sir Rowland has a terrible temper
-indeed—a shocking temper! I declare he frightens me out of my
-senses.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Sir Rowland is my brother,” resumed Lady Trafford coldly.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Well that's no reason why he should treat your ladyship so shamefully,
-I'm sure. Ah! how I wish, poor dear Sir Cecil were alive! he'd keep him in
-order.”
- </p>
-<p>
-Lady Trafford sighed deeply.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Your ladyship has never been well since you married Sir Cecil,” rejoined
-Mrs. Norris. “For my part, I don't think you ever quite got over the
-accident you met with on the night of the Great Storm.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Norris!” gasped Lady Trafford, trembling violently.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Mercy on us! what have I said!” cried the attendant, greatly alarmed by
-the agitation of her mistress; “do sit down, your ladyship, while I run
-for the ratifia and rosa solis.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“It is past,” rejoined Lady Trafford, recovering herself by a powerful
-effort; “but never allude to the circumstance again. Go and prepare for
-our departure.”
- </p>
-<p>
-In less time than Hobson had mentioned, the carriage was announced. And
-Lady Trafford having been carried down stairs, and placed within it, the
-postboy drove off, at a rapid pace for Barnet.
-</p>
-<p>
-<br /><br />
-</p>
-<hr />
-<p>
-<a name="link2HCH0015" id="link2HCH0015"> </a>
-</p>
-<div style="height: 4em;">
-<br /><br /><br /><br />
-</div>
-<h2>
-CHAPTER VIII. MICHING MALLECHO.
-</h2>
-<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">S</span>ir Rowland, meantime, paced his chamber with a quick and agitated step.
-He was ill at ease, though he would not have confessed his disquietude
-even to himself. Not conceiving that his sister—feeble as she was,
-and yielding as she had ever shown herself to his wishes, whether
-expressed or implied—would depart without consulting him, he was
-equally surprised and enraged to hear the servants busied in transporting
-her to the carriage. His pride, however, would not suffer him to interfere
-with their proceedings; much less could he bring himself to acknowledge
-that he had been in the wrong, and entreat Lady Trafford to remain, though
-he was well aware that her life might be endangered if she travelled by
-night. But, when the sound of the carriage-wheels died away, and he felt
-that she was actually gone, his resolution failed him, and he rang the
-bell violently.
-</p>
-<p>
-“My horses, Charcam,” he said, as a servant appeared.
-</p>
-<p>
-The man lingered.
-</p>
-<p>
-“'Sdeath! why am I not obeyed?” exclaimed the knight, angrily. “I wish to
-overtake Lady Trafford. Use despatch!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Her ladyship will not travel beyond Saint Alban's to-night, Sir Rowland,
-so Mrs. Norris informed me,” returned Charcam, respectfully; “and there's
-a person without, anxious for an audience, whom, with submission, I think
-your honour would desire to see.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Ah!” exclaimed Sir Rowland, glancing significantly at Charcam, who was a
-confidant in his Jacobite schemes; “is it the messenger from
-Orchard-Windham, from Sir William?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“No, Sir Rowland.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“From Mr. Corbet Kynaston, then? Sir John Packington's courier was here
-yesterday.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“No, Sir Rowland.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Perhaps he is from Lord Derwentwater, or Mr. Forster? News <i>is</i>
-expected from Northumberland.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I can't exactly say, Sir Rowland. The gentleman didn't communicate his
-business to me. But I'm sure it's important.”
- </p>
-<p>
-Charcam said this, not because he knew anything about the matter; but,
-having received a couple of guineas to deliver the message, he, naturally
-enough, estimated its importance by the amount of the gratuity.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Well, I will see him,” replied the knight, after a moment's pause; “he
-may be from the Earl of Mar. But let the horses be in readiness. I shall
-ride to St. Alban's to-night.”
- </p>
-<p>
-So saying, he threw himself into a chair. And Charcam, fearful of another
-charge in his master's present uncertain mood, disappeared.
-</p>
-<p>
-The person, shortly afterwards ushered into the room, seemed by the
-imperfect light,—for the evening was advancing, and the chamber
-darkened by heavy drapery,—to be a middle-sized middle-aged man, of
-rather vulgar appearance, but with a very shrewd aspect. He was plainly
-attired in a riding-dress and boots of the period, and wore a hanger by
-his side.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Your servant, Sir Rowland,” said the stranger, ducking his head, as he
-advanced.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Your business, Sir?” returned the other, stiffly.
-</p>
-<p>
-The new-comer looked at Charcam. Sir Rowland waved his hand, and the
-attendant withdrew.
-</p>
-<p>
-“You don't recollect me, I presume?” premised the stranger, taking a seat.
-</p>
-<p>
-The knight, who could ill brook this familiarity, instantly arose.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Don't disturb yourself,” continued the other, nowise disconcerted by the
-rebuke. “I never stand upon ceremony where I know I shall be welcome. We
-<i>have</i> met before.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Indeed!” rejoined Sir Rowland, haughtily; “perhaps, you will refresh my
-memory as to the time, and place.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Let me see. The time was the 26th of November, 1703: the place, the Mint
-in Southwark. I have a good memory, you perceive, Sir Rowland.”
- </p>
-<p>
-The knight staggered as if struck by a mortal wound. Speedily recovering
-himself, however, he rejoined, with forced calmness, “You are mistaken,
-Sir. I was in Lancashire, at our family seat, at the time you mention.”
- </p>
-<p>
-The stranger smiled incredulously.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Well, Sir Rowland,” he said, after a brief pause, during which the knight
-regarded him with a searching glance, as if endeavouring to recall his
-features, “I will not gainsay your words. You are in the right to be
-cautious, till you know with whom you have to deal; and, even then, you
-can't be too wary. 'Avow nothing, believe nothing, give nothing for
-nothing,' is my own motto. And it's a maxim of universal application: or,
-at least, of universal practice. I am not come here to play the part of
-your father-confessor. I am come to serve you.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“In what way, Sir?” demanded Trenchard, in astonishment.
-</p>
-<p>
-“You will learn anon. You refuse me your confidence. I applaud your
-prudence: it is, however, needless. Your history, your actions, nay, your
-very thoughts are better known to me than to your spiritual adviser.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Make good your assertions,” cried Trenchard, furiously, “or——”
- </p>
-<p>
-“To the proof,” interrupted the stranger, calmly. “You are the son of Sir
-Montacute Trenchard, of Ashton-Hall, near Manchester. Sir Montacute had
-three children—two daughters and yourself. The eldest, Constance,
-was lost, by the carelessness of a servant, during her infancy, and has
-never since been heard of: the youngest, Aliva, is the present Lady
-Trafford. I merely mention these circumstances to show the accuracy of my
-information.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“If this is the extent of it, Sir,” returned the knight, ironically, “you
-may spare yourself further trouble. These particulars are familiar to all,
-who have any title to the knowledge.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Perhaps so,” rejoined the stranger; “but I have others in reserve, not so
-generally known. With your permission, I will go on in my own way. Where I
-am in error, you can set me right.—Your father, Sir Montacute
-Trenchard, who had been a loyal subject of King James the Second, and
-borne arms in his service, on the abdication of that monarch, turned his
-back upon the Stuarts, and would never afterwards recognise their claims
-to the crown. It was said, that he received an affront from James, in the
-shape of a public reprimand, which his pride could not forgive. Be this as
-it may, though a Catholic, he died a friend to the Protestant succession.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“So far you are correct,” observed Trenchard; “still, this is no secret.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Suffer me to proceed,” replied the stranger. “The opinions, entertained
-by the old knight, naturally induced him to view with displeasure the
-conduct of his son, who warmly espoused the cause he had deserted. Finding
-remonstrances of no avail, he had recourse to threats; and when threats
-failed, he adopted more decided measures.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Ha!” ejaculated Trenchard.
-</p>
-<p>
-“As yet,” pursued the stranger, “Sir Montacute had placed no limit to his
-son's expenditure. He did not quarrel with Rowland's profusion, for his
-own revenues were ample; but he <i>did</i> object to the large sums
-lavished by him in the service of a faction he was resolved not to
-support. Accordingly, the old knight reduced his son's allowance to a
-third of its previous amount; and, upon further provocation, he even went
-so far as to alter his will in favour of his daughter, Aliva, who was then
-betrothed to her cousin, Sir Cecil Trafford.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Proceed, Sir,” said Trenchard, breathing hard.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Under these circumstances, Rowland did what any other sensible person
-would do. Aware of his father's inflexibility of purpose, he set his wits
-to work to defeat the design. He contrived to break off his sister's
-match; and this he accomplished so cleverly, that he maintained the
-strictest friendship with Sir Cecil. For two years he thought himself
-secure; and, secretly engaged in the Jacobite schemes of the time, in
-which, also, Sir Cecil was deeply involved, he began to relax in his
-watchfulness over Aliva. About this time,—namely, in November, 1703—while
-young Trenchard was in Lancashire, and his sister in London, on a visit,
-he received a certain communication from his confidential servant, Davies,
-which, at once, destroyed his hopes. He learnt that his sister was
-privately married—the name or rank of her husband could not be
-ascertained—and living in retirement in an obscure dwelling in the
-Borough, where she had given birth to a son. Rowland's plans were quickly
-formed, and as quickly executed. Accompanied by Sir Cecil, who still
-continued passionately enamoured of his sister, and to whom he represented
-that she had fallen a victim to the arts of a seducer, he set off, at
-fiery speed, for the metropolis. Arrived there, their first object was to
-seek out Davies, by whom they were conducted to the lady's retreat,—a
-lone habitation, situated on the outskirts of Saint George's Fields in
-Southwark. Refused admittance, they broke open the door. Aliva's husband,
-who passed by the name of Darrell, confronted them sword in hand. For a
-few minutes he kept them at bay. But, urged by his wife's cries, who was
-more anxious for the preservation of her child's life than her own, he
-snatched up the infant, and made his escape from the back of the premises.
-Rowland and his companions instantly started in pursuit, leaving the lady
-to recover as she might. They tracked the fugitive to the Mint; but, like
-hounds at fault, they here lost all scent of their prey. Meantime, the
-lady had overtaken them; but, terrified by the menaces of her vindictive
-kinsmen, she did not dare to reveal herself to her husband, of whose
-concealment on the roof of the very house the party were searching she was
-aware. Aided by an individual, who was acquainted with a secret outlet
-from the tenement, Darrell escaped. Before his departure, he gave his
-assistant a glove. That glove is still preserved. In her endeavour to
-follow him, Aliva met with a severe fall, and was conveyed away, in a
-state of insensibility, by Sir Cecil. She was supposed to be lifeless; but
-she survived the accident, though she never regained her strength.
-Directed by the same individual, who had helped Darrell to steal a march
-upon him, Rowland, with Davies, and another attendant, continued the
-pursuit. Both the fugitive and his chasers embarked on the Thames. The
-elements were wrathful as their passions. The storm burst upon them in its
-fury. Unmindful of the terrors of the night, unscared by the danger that
-threatened him, Rowland consigned his sister's husband and his sister's
-child to the waves.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Bring your story to an end, Sir,” said Trenchard who had listened to the
-recital with mingled emotions of rage and fear.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I have nearly done,” replied the stranger.—“As Rowland's whole crew
-perished in the tempest, and he only escaped by miracle, he fancied
-himself free from detection. And for twelve years he has been so; until
-his long security, well-nigh obliterating remembrance of the deed, has
-bred almost a sense of innocence within his breast. During this period Sir
-Montacute has been gathered to his fathers. His title has descended to
-Rowland: his estates to Aliva. The latter has, since, been induced to
-unite herself to Sir Cecil, on terms originating with her brother, and
-which, however strange and unprecedented, were acquiesced in by the
-suitor.”
- </p>
-<p>
-Sir Rowland looked bewildered with surprise.
-</p>
-<p>
-“The marriage was never consummated,” continued the imperturbable
-stranger. “Sir Cecil is no more. Lady Trafford, supposed to be childless,
-broken in health and spirits, frail both in mind and body, is not likely
-to make another marriage. The estates must, ere long, revert to Sir
-Rowland.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Are you man, or fiend?” exclaimed Trenchard, staring at the stranger, as
-he concluded his narration.
-</p>
-<p>
-“You are complimentary, Sir Rowland,” returned the other, with a grim
-smile.
-</p>
-<p>
-“If you <i>are</i> human,” rejoined Trenchard, with stern emphasis, “I
-insist upon knowing whence you derived your information?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I might refuse to answer the question, Sir Rowland. But I am not
-indisposed to gratify you. Partly, from your confessor; partly, from other
-sources.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“My confessor!” ejaculated the knight, in the extremity of surprise; “has
-<i>he</i> betrayed his sacred trust?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“He has,” replied the other, grinning; “and this will be a caution to you
-in future, how you confide a secret of consequence to a priest. I should
-as soon think of trusting a woman. Tickle the ears of their reverences
-with any idle nonsense you please: but tell them nothing you care to have
-repeated. I was once a disciple of Saint Peter myself, and speak from
-experience.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Who are you?” ejaculated Trenchard, scarcely able to credit his senses.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I'm surprised you've not asked that question before, Sir Rowland. It
-would have saved me much circumlocution, and you some suspense. My name is
-Wild—Jonathan Wild.”
- </p>
-<p>
-And the great thief-taker indulged himself in a chuckle at the effect
-produced by this announcement. He was accustomed to such surprises, and
-enjoyed them.
-</p>
-<p>
-Sir Rowland laid his hand upon his sword.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Mr. Wild,” he said, in a sarcastic tone, but with great firmness; “a
-person of your well-known sagacity must be aware that some secrets are
-dangerous to the possessor.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I am fully aware of it, Sir Rowland,” replied Jonathan, coolly; “but I
-have nothing to fear; because, in the first place, it will be to your
-advantage not to molest me; and, in the second, I am provided against all
-contingencies. I never hunt the human tiger without being armed. My
-janizaries are without. One of them is furnished with a packet containing
-the heads of the statement I have just related, which, if I don't return
-at a certain time, will be laid before the proper authorities. I have
-calculated my chances, you perceive.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“You have forgotten that you are in my power,” returned the knight,
-sternly; “and that all your allies cannot save you from my resentment.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I can at least, protect myself,” replied Wild, with, provoking calmness.
-“I am accounted a fair shot, as well as a tolerable swordsman, and I will
-give proof of my skill in both lines, should occasion require it. I have
-had a good many desperate engagements in my time, and have generally come
-off victorious. I bear the marks of some of them about me still,” he
-continued, taking off his wig, and laying bare a bald skull, covered with
-cicatrices and plates of silver. “This gash,” he added, pointing to one of
-the larger scars, “was a wipe from the hanger of Tom Thurland, whom I
-apprehended for the murder of Mrs. Knap. This wedge of silver,” pointing
-to another, “which would mend a coffee-pot, serves to stop up a breach
-made by Will Colthurst, who robbed Mr. Hearl on Hounslow-Heath. I secured
-the dog after he had wounded me. This fracture was the handiwork of Jack
-Parrot (otherwise called Jack the Grinder), who broke into the palace of
-the Bishop of Norwich. Jack was a comical scoundrel, and made a little too
-free with his grace's best burgundy, as well as his grace's favourite
-housekeeper. The Bishop, however, to show him the danger of meddling with
-the church, gave him a dance at Tyburn for his pains. Not a scar but has
-its history. The only inconvenience I feel from my shattered noddle is an
-incapacity to drink. But that's an infirmity shared by a great many
-sounder heads than mine. The hardest bout I ever had was with a woman—Sally
-Wells, who was afterwards lagged for shoplifting. She attacked me with a
-carving-knife, and, when I had disarmed her, the jade bit off a couple of
-fingers from my left hand. Thus, you see, I've never hesitated and never
-<i>shall</i> hesitate to expose my life where anything is to be gained. My
-profession has hardened me.”
- </p>
-<p>
-And, with this, he coolly re-adjusted his peruke.
-</p>
-<p>
-“What do you expect to gain from this interview, Mr. Wild!” demanded
-Trenchard, as if he had formed a sudden resolution.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Ah! now we come to business,” returned Jonathan, rubbing his hands,
-gleefully. “These are my terms, Sir Rowland,” he added, taking a sheet of
-paper from his pocket, and pushing it towards the knight.
-</p>
-<p>
-Trenchard glanced at the document.
-</p>
-<p>
-“A thousand pounds,” he observed, gloomily, “is a heavy price to pay for
-doubtful secrecy, when <i>certain silence</i> might be so cheaply
-procured.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“You would purchase it at the price of your head,” replied Jonathan,
-knitting his brows. “Sir Rowland,” he added, savagely, and with somewhat
-of the look of a bull-dog before he flies at his foe, “if it were my
-pleasure to do so, I could crush you with a breath. You are wholly in my
-power. Your name, with the fatal epithet of 'dangerous' attached to it,
-stands foremost on the list of Disaffected now before the Secret
-Committee. I hold a warrant from Mr. Walpole for your apprehension.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Arrested!” exclaimed Trenchard, drawing his sword.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Put up your blade, Sir Rowland,” rejoined Jonathan, resuming his former
-calm demeanour, “King James the Third will need it. I have no intention of
-arresting you. I have a different game to play; and it'll be your own
-fault, if you don't come off the winner. I offer you my assistance on
-certain terms. The proposal is so far from being exorbitant, that it
-should be trebled if I had not a fellow-feeling in the cause. To be frank
-with you, I have an affront to requite, which can be settled at the same
-time, and in the same way with your affair. That's worth something to me;
-for I don't mind paying for revenge. After all a thousand pounds is a
-trifle to rid you of an upstart, who may chance to deprive you of tens of
-thousands.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Did I hear you aright?” asked Trenchard, with startling eagerness.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Certainly,” replied Jonathan, with the most perfect <i>sangfroid</i>,
-“I'll undertake to free you from the boy. That's part of the bargain.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Is he alive!” vociferated Trenchard.
-</p>
-<p>
-“To be sure,” returned Wild; “he's not only alive, but likely for life, if
-we don't clip the thread.”
- </p>
-<p>
-Sir Rowland caught at a chair for support, and passed his hand across his
-brow, on which the damp had gathered thickly.
-</p>
-<p>
-“The intelligence seems new to you. I thought I'd been sufficiently
-explicit,” continued Jonathan. “Most persons would have guessed my
-meaning.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Then it was <i>not</i> a dream!” ejaculated Sir Rowland in a hollow
-voice, and as if speaking to himself. “I <i>did</i> see them on the
-platform of the bridge—the child and his preserver! They were <i>not</i>
-struck by the fallen ruin, nor whelmed in the roaring flood,—or, if
-they <i>were</i>, they escaped as I escaped. God! I have cheated myself
-into a belief that the boy perished! And now my worst fears are realized—he
-lives!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“As yet,” returned Jonathan, with fearful emphasis.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I cannot—dare not injure him,” rejoined Trenchard, with a haggard
-look, and sinking, as if paralysed, into a chair.
-</p>
-<p>
-Jonathan laughed scornfully.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Leave him to me,” he said. “He shan't trouble you further.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“No,” replied Sir Rowland, who appeared completely prostrated. “I will
-struggle no longer with destiny. Too much blood has been shed already.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“This comes of fine feelings!” muttered Jonathan, contemptuously. “Give me
-your thorough-paced villain. But I shan't let him off thus. I'll try a
-strong dose.—Am I to understand that you intend to plead guilty, Sir
-Rowland?” he added. “If so, I may as well execute my warrant.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Stand off, Sir!” exclaimed Trenchard, starting suddenly backwards.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I knew that would bring him to,” thought Wild.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Where is the boy?” demanded Sir Rowland.
-</p>
-<p>
-“At present under the care of his preserver—one Owen Wood, a
-carpenter, by whom he was brought up.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Wood!” exclaimed Trenchard,—“of Wych Street?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“The same.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“A boy from his shop was here a short time ago. Could it be him you mean?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“No. That boy was the carpenter's apprentice, Jack Sheppard. I've just
-left your nephew.”
- </p>
-<p>
-At this moment Charcam entered the room.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Beg pardon, Sir Rowland,” said the attendant, “but there's a boy from Mr.
-Wood, with a message for Lady Trafford.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“From whom?” vociferated Trenchard.
-</p>
-<p>
-“From Mr. Wood the carpenter.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“The same who was here just now?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“No, Sir Rowland, a much finer boy.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“'Tis he, by Heaven!” cried Jonathan; “this is lucky. Sir Rowland,” he
-added, in a deep whisper, “do you agree to my terms?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I do,” answered Trenchard, in the same tone.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Enough!” rejoined Wild; “he shall not return.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Have you acquainted him with Lady Trafford's departure?” said the knight,
-addressing Charcam, with as much composure as he could assume.
-</p>
-<p>
-“No, Sir Rowland,” replied the attendant, “as you proposed to ride to
-Saint Albans to-night, I thought you might choose to see him yourself.
-Besides, there's something odd about the boy; for, though I questioned him
-pretty closely concerning his business, he declined answering my
-questions, and said he could only deliver his message to her ladyship. I
-thought it better not to send him away till I'd mentioned the circumstance
-to you.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“You did right,” returned Trenchard.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Where is he?” asked Jonathan.
-</p>
-<p>
-“In the hall,” replied Charcam.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Alone?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Not exactly, Sir. There's another lad at the gate waiting for him—the
-same who was here just now, that Sir Rowland was speaking of, who fastened
-up the jewel-case for her ladyship.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“A jewel-case!” exclaimed Jonathan. “Ah, I see it all!” he cried, with a
-quick glance. “Jack Sheppard's fingers are lime-twigs. Was anything missed
-after the lad's departure, Sir Rowland?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Not that I'm aware of,” said the knight.—“Stay! something occurs to
-me.” And he conferred apart with Jonathan.
-</p>
-<p>
-“That's it!” cried Wild when Trenchard concluded. “This young fool is come
-to restore the article—whatever it may be—which Lady Trafford
-was anxious to conceal, and which his companion purloined. It's precisely
-what such a simpleton would do. We have him as safe as a linnet in a cage;
-and could wring his neck round as easily. Oblige me by acting under my
-guidance in the matter, Sir Rowland. I'm an old hand at such things.
-Harkee,” he added, “Mr. What's-your-name!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Charcam,” replied the attendant, bowing.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Very well, Mr. Charcoal, you may bring in the boy. But not a word to him
-of Lady Trafford's absence—mind that. A robbery has been committed,
-and your master suspects this lad as an accessory to the offence. He,
-therefore, desires to interrogate him. It will be necessary to secure his
-companion; and as you say he is not in the house, some caution must be
-used in approaching him, or he may chance to take to his heels, for he's a
-slippery little rascal. When you've seized him, cough thrice thus,—and
-two rough-looking gentlemen will make their appearance. Don't be alarmed
-by their manners, Mr. Charcoal. They're apt to be surly to strangers, but
-it soon wears off. The gentleman with the red beard will relieve you of
-your prisoner. The other must call a coach as quickly as he can.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“For whom, Sir?” inquired Charcam. “For me—his master, Mr. Jonathan
-Wild.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Are you Mr. Jonathan Wild?” asked the attendant, in great trepidation.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I <i>am</i>, Charcoal. But don't let my name frighten you. Though,” said
-the thief-taker, with a complacent smile, “all the world seems to tremble
-at it. Obey my orders, and you've nothing to fear. About them quickly.
-Lead the lad to suppose that he'll be introduced to Lady Trafford. You
-understand me, Charcoal.”
- </p>
-<p>
-The attendant did <i>not</i> understand him. He was confounded by the
-presence in which he found himself. But, not daring to confess his want of
-comprehension, he made a profound reverence, and retired.
-</p>
-<p>
-<br /><br />
-</p>
-<hr />
-<p>
-<a name="link2HCH0016" id="link2HCH0016"> </a>
-</p>
-<div style="height: 4em;">
-<br /><br /><br /><br />
-</div>
-<h2>
-CHAPTER IX. CONSEQUENCES OF THE THEFT.
-</h2>
-<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">H</span>ow do you mean to act, Sir?” inquired Trenchard, as soon as they were
-left alone.
-</p>
-<p>
-“As circumstances shall dictate, Sir Rowland,” returned Jonathan.
-“Something is sure to arise in the course of the investigation, of which I
-can take advantage. If not, I'll convey him to St. Giles's round-house on
-my own responsibility.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Is this your notable scheme!” asked the knight, scornfully.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Once there,” proceeded Wild, without noticing the interruption, “he's as
-good as in his grave. The constable, Sharples, is in my pay. I can remove
-the prisoner at any hour of the night I think fit: and I <i>will</i>
-remove him. You must, know, Sir Rowland—for I've no secrets from you—that,
-in the course of my business I've found it convenient to become the owner
-of a small Dutch sloop; by means of which I can transmit any light ware,—such
-as gold watches, rings, and plate, as well as occasionally a bank or
-goldsmith's note, which has been <i>spoken with</i> by way of the mail,—you
-understand me?—to Holland or Flanders, and obtain a secure and ready
-market for them. This vessel is now in the river, off Wapping. Her cargo
-is nearly shipped. She will sail, at early dawn to-morrow, for Rotterdam.
-Her commander, Rykhart Van Galgebrok, is devoted to my interests. As soon
-as he gets into blue water, he'll think no more of pitching the boy
-overboard than of lighting his pipe. This will be safer than cutting his
-throat on shore. I've tried the plan, and found it answer. The Northern
-Ocean keeps a secret better than the Thames, Sir Rowland. Before midnight,
-your nephew shall be safe beneath the hatches of the Zeeslang.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Poor child!” muttered Trenchard, abstractedly; “the whole scene upon the
-river is passing before me. I hear the splash in the water—I see the
-white object floating like a sea-bird on the tide—it will not sink!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“'Sblood!” exclaimed Jonathan, in a tone of ill-disguised contempt; “it
-won't do to indulge those fancies now. Be seated, and calm yourself.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I have often conjured up some frightful vision of the dead,” murmured the
-knight, “but I never dreamed of an interview with the living.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“It'll be over in a few minutes,” rejoined Jonathan, impatiently; “in
-fact, it'll be over too soon for me. I like such interviews. But we waste
-time. Have the goodness to affix your name to that memorandum, Sir
-Rowland. I require nothing, you see, till my share of the contract is
-fulfilled.”
- </p>
-<p>
-Trenchard took up a pen.
-</p>
-<p>
-“It's the boy's death-warrant,” observed Jonathan, with a sinister smile.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I cannot sign it,” returned Trenchard.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Damnation!” exclaimed Wild with a snarl, that displayed his glistening
-fangs to the farthest extremity of his mouth, “I'm not to be trifled with
-thus. That paper <i>must</i> be signed, or I take my departure.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Go, Sir,” rejoined the knight, haughtily.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Ay, ay, I'll go, fast enough!” returned Jonathan, putting his hands into
-his pockets, “but not alone, Sir Rowland.”
- </p>
-<p>
-At this juncture, the door was flung open, and Charcam entered, dragging
-in Thames, whom he held by the collar, and who struggled in vain to free
-himself from the grasp imposed upon him.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Here's one of the thieves, Sir Rowland!” cried the attendant. “I was only
-just in time. The young rascal had learnt from some of the women-servants
-that Lady Trafford was from home, and was in the very act of making off
-when I got down stairs. Come along, my Newgate bird!” he continued,
-shaking him with great violence.
-</p>
-<p>
-Jonathan gave utterance to a low whistle.
-</p>
-<p>
-“If things had gone smoothly,” he thought, “I should have cursed the
-fellow's stupidity. As it is, I'm not sorry for the blunder.”
- </p>
-<p>
-Trenchard, meanwhile, whose gaze was fixed upon the boy, became livid as
-death, but he moved not a muscle.
-</p>
-<p>
-“'T is he!” he mentally ejaculated.
-</p>
-<p>
-“What do you think of your nephew, Sir Rowland?” whispered Jonathan, who
-sat with his back towards Thames, so that his features were concealed from
-the youth's view. “It would be a thousand pities, wouldn't it, to put so
-promising a lad out of the way?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Devil!” exclaimed the knight fiercely, “Give me the paper.”
- </p>
-<p>
-Jonathan hastily picked up the pen, and presented it to Trenchard, who
-attached his signature to the document.
-</p>
-<p>
-“If I <i>am</i> the devil,” observed Wild, “as some folks assert, and I
-myself am not unwilling to believe, you'll find that I differ from the
-generally-received notions of the arch-fiend, and faithfully execute the
-commands of those who confide their souls to my custody.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Take hence this boy, then,” rejoined Trenchard; “his looks unman me.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Of what am I accused?” asked Thames, who though a good deal alarmed at
-first, had now regained his courage.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Of robbery!” replied Jonathan in a thundering voice, and suddenly
-confronting him. “You've charged with assisting your comrade, Jack
-Sheppard, to purloin certain articles of value from a jewel-case belonging
-to Lady Trafford. Aha!” he continued, producing a short silver staff,
-which he carried constantly about with him, and uttering a terrible
-imprecation, “I see you're confounded. Down on your marrow-bones, sirrah!
-Confess your guilt, and Sir Rowland may yet save you from the gallows.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I've nothing to confess,” replied Thames, boldly; “I've done no wrong.
-Are <i>you</i> my accuser?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I am,” replied Wild; “have you anything to allege to the contrary?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Only this,” returned Thames: “that the charge is false, and malicious,
-and that <i>you</i> know it to be so.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Is that all!” retorted Jonathan. “Come, I must search you my youngster!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“You shan't touch me,” rejoined Thames; and, suddenly bursting from
-Charcam, he threw himself at the feet of Trenchard. “Hear me, Sir
-Rowland!” he cried. “I am innocent, f have stolen nothing. This person—this
-Jonathan Wild, whom I beheld for the first time, scarcely an hour ago, in
-Wych Street, is—I know not why—my enemy. He has sworn that
-he'll take away my life!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Bah!” interrupted Jonathan. “You won't listen to this nonsense, Sir
-Rowland!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“If you <i>are</i> innocent, boy,” said the knight, controlling his
-emotion; “you have nothing to apprehend. But, what brought you here?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Excuse me, Sir Rowland. I cannot answer that question. My business is
-with Lady Trafford.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Are you aware that I am her ladyship's brother?” returned the knight.
-“She has no secrets from me.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Possibly not,” replied Thames, in some confusion; “but I am not at
-liberty to speak.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Your hesitation is not in your favour,” observed Trenchard, sternly.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Will he consent, to be searched?” inquired Jonathan.
-</p>
-<p>
-“No,” rejoined Thames, “I won't be treated like a common felon, if I can
-help it.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“You shall be treated according to your deserts, then,” said Jonathan,
-maliciously. And, in spite of the boy's resistance, he plunged his hands
-into his pockets, and drew forth the miniature.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Where did you get this from?” asked Wild, greatly surprised at the result
-of his investigation.
-</p>
-<p>
-Thames returned no answer.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I thought as much,” continued Jonathan. “But we'll find a way to make you
-open your lips presently. Bring in his comrade,” he added, in a whisper to
-Charcam; “I'll take care of him. And don't neglect my instructions this
-time.” Upon which, with an assurance that he would not do so, the
-attendant departed.
-</p>
-<p>
-“You can, of course, identify this picture as Lady Trafford's property?”
- pursued Jonathan, with a meaning glance, as he handed it to the knight.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I can,” replied Trenchard. “Ha!” he exclaimed, with a sudden start, as
-his glance fell upon the portrait; “how came this into your possession,
-boy?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Why don't you answer, sirrah?” cried Wild, in a savage tone, and striking
-him with the silver staff. “Can't you speak?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I don't choose,” replied Thames, sturdily; “and your brutality shan't
-make me.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“We'll see that,” replied Jonathan, dealing him another and more violent
-blow.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Let him alone,” said Trenchard authoritatively, “I have another question
-to propose. Do you know whoso portrait this is?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I do not,” replied Thames, repressing his tears, “but I believe it to be
-the portrait of my father.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Indeed!” exclaimed the knight, in astonishment. “Is your father alive?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“No,” returned Thames; “he was assassinated while I was an infant.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Who told you this is his portrait?” demanded Trenchard.
-</p>
-<p>
-“My heart,” rejoined Thames, firmly; “which now tells me I am in the
-presence of his murderer.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“That's me,” interposed Jonathan; “a thief-taker is always a murderer in
-the eyes of a thief. I'm almost sorry your suspicions are unfounded, if
-your father in any way resembled you, my youngster. But I can tell you
-who'll have the pleasure of hanging your father's son; and that's a person
-not a hundred miles distant from you at this moment—ha! ha!”
- </p>
-<p>
-As he said this, the door was opened, and Charcam entered, accompanied by
-a dwarfish, shabby-looking man, in a brown serge frock, with coarse Jewish
-features, and a long red beard. Between the Jew and the attendant came
-Jack Sheppard; while a crowd of servants, attracted by the news, that the
-investigation of a robbery was going forward, lingered at the doorway in
-hopes of catching something of the proceedings.
-</p>
-<p>
-When Jack was brought in, he cast a rapid glance around him, and
-perceiving Thames in the custody of Jonathan, instantly divined how
-matters stood. As he looked in this direction, Wild gave him a significant
-wink, the meaning of which he was not slow to comprehend.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Get it over quickly,” said Trenchard, in a whisper to the thief-taker.
-</p>
-<p>
-Jonathan nodded assent.
-</p>
-<p>
-“What's your name?” he said, addressing the audacious lad, who was looking
-about him as coolly as if nothing material was going on.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Jack Sheppard,” returned the boy, fixing his eyes upon a portrait of the
-Earl of Mar. “Who's that queer cove in the full-bottomed wig?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Attend to me, sirrah,” rejoined Wild, sternly. “Do you know this
-picture?” he added, with another significant look, and pointing to the
-miniature.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I do,” replied Jack, carelessly.
-</p>
-<p>
-“That's well. Can you inform us whence it came?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I should think so.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“State the facts, then.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“It came from Lady Trafford's jewel-box.”
- </p>
-<p>
-Here a murmur of amazement arose from the assemblage outside.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Close the door!” commanded Trenchard, impatiently.
-</p>
-<p>
-“In my opinion, Sir Rowland,” suggested Jonathan; “you'd better allow the
-court to remain open.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Be it so,” replied the knight, who saw the force of this reasoning.
-“Continue the proceedings.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“You say that the miniature was abstracted from Lady Trafford's
-jewel-box,” said Jonathan, in a loud voice. “Who took it thence?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Thames Darrell; the boy at your side.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Jack!” cried Thames, in indignant surprise.
-</p>
-<p>
-But Sheppard took no notice of the exclamation.
-</p>
-<p>
-<br /><br />
-</p>
-<hr />
-<p>
-<a name="linkimage-0015" id="linkimage-0015"> </a>
-</p>
-<div class="fig" style="width:35%;">
-<img src="images/337s.jpg" alt="337s " width="100%" /><br />
-</div>
-<h4>
-<a href="images/337.jpg"><i>Original Size</i></a> -- <a
-href="images/337m.jpg"><i>Medium-Size</i></a>
-</h4>
-<p>
-A loud buzz of curiosity circulated among the domestics; some of whom—especially
-the females—leaned forward to obtain a peep at the culprit.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Si-lence!” vociferated Charcam, laying great emphasis on the last
-syllable.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Were you present at the time of the robbery?” pursued Jonathan.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I was,” answered Sheppard.
-</p>
-<p>
-“And will swear to it?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I will.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Liar!” ejaculated Thames.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Enough!” exclaimed Wild, triumphantly.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Close the court, Mr. Charcoal. They've heard quite enough for my
-purpose,” he muttered, as his orders were obeyed, and the domestics
-excluded. “It's too late to carry 'em before a magistrate now, Sir
-Rowland; so, with your permission, I'll give 'em a night's lodging in
-Saint Giles's round-house. You, Jack Sheppard, have nothing to fear, as
-you've become evidence against your accomplice. To-morrow, I shall carry
-you before Justice Walters, who'll take your information; and I've no
-doubt but Thames Darrell will be fully committed. Now, for the cage, my
-pretty canary-bird. Before we start, I'll accommodate you with a pair of
-ruffles.” And he proceeded to handcuff his captive.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Hear me!” cried Thames, bursting into tears. “I am innocent. I could not
-have committed this robbery. I have only just left Wych Street. Send for
-Mr. Wood, and you'll find that I've spoken the truth.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“You'd better hold your peace, my lad,” observed Jonathan, in a menacing
-tone.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Lady Trafford would not have thus condemned me!” cried Thames.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Away with him!” exclaimed Sir Rowland, impatiently.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Take the prisoners below, Nab,” said Jonathan, addressing the dwarfish
-Jew; “I'll join you in an instant.”
- </p>
-<p>
-The bearded miscreant seized Jack by the waist, and Thames by the nape of
-the neck, and marched off, like the ogre in the fairy tale, with a boy
-under each arm, while Charcam brought upt the rear.
-</p>
-<p>
-<br /><br />
-</p>
-<hr />
-<p>
-<a name="link2HCH0017" id="link2HCH0017"> </a>
-</p>
-<div style="height: 4em;">
-<br /><br /><br /><br />
-</div>
-<h2>
-CHAPTER X. MOTHER AND SON.
-</h2>
-<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">T</span>hey had scarcely been gone a moment, when a confused noise was heard
-without, and Charcam re-entered the room, with a countenance of the utmost
-bewilderment and alarm.
-</p>
-<p>
-“What's the matter with the man?” demanded Wild.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Her ladyship—” faltered the attendant.
-</p>
-<p>
-“What of her?” cried the knight. “Is she returned!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Y—e—s, Sir Rowland,” stammered Charcam.
-</p>
-<p>
-“The devil!” ejaculated Jonathan. “Here's a cross-bite.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“But that's not all, your honour,” continued Charcam; “Mrs. Norris says
-she's dying.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Dying!” echoed the knight.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Dying, Sir Rowland. She was taken dreadfully ill on the road, with spasms
-and short breath, and swoonings,—worse than ever she was before. And
-Mrs. Norris was so frightened that she ordered the postboys to drive back
-as fast as they could. She never expected to get her ladyship home alive.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“My God!” cried Trenchard, stunned by the intelligence, “I have killed
-her.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“No doubt,” rejoined Wild, with a sneer; “but don't let all the world know
-it.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“They're lifting her out of the carriage,” interposed Charcam; “will it
-please your honour to send for some advice and the chaplain?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Fly for both,” returned Sir Rowland, in a tone of bitter anguish.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Stay!” interposed Jonathan. “Where are the boys?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“In the hall.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Her ladyship will pass through it?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Of course; there's no other way.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Then, bring them into this room, the first thing—quick! They must
-not meet, Sir Rowland,” he added, as Charcam hastened to obey his
-instructions.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Heaven has decreed it otherwise,” replied the knight, dejectedly. “I
-yield to fate.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Yield to nothing,” returned Wild, trying to re-assure him; “above all,
-when your designs prosper. Man's fate is in his own hands. You are your
-nephew's executioner, or he is yours. Cast off this weakness. The next
-hour makes, or mars you for ever. Go to your sister, and do not quit her
-till all is over. Leave the rest to me.”
- </p>
-<p>
-Sir Rowland moved irresolutely towards the door, but recoiled before a sad
-spectacle. This was his sister, evidently in the last extremity. Borne in
-the arms of a couple of assistants, and preceded by Mrs. Norris, wringing
-her hands and wepping, the unfortunate lady was placed upon a couch. At
-the same time, Charcam, who seemed perfectly distracted by the recent
-occurrences, dragged in Thames, leaving Jack Sheppard outside in the
-custody of the dwarfish Jew.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Hell's curses!” muttered Jonathan between his teeth; “that fool will ruin
-all. Take him away,” he added, striding up to Charcam.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Let him remain,” interposed Trenchard.
-</p>
-<p>
-“As you please, Sir Rowland,” returned Jonathan, with affected
-indifference; “but I'm not going to hunt the deer for another to eat the
-ven'son, depend on 't.”
- </p>
-<p>
-But seeing that no notice was taken of the retort, he drew a little aside,
-and folded his arms, muttering, “This whim will soon be over. She can't
-last long. I can pull the strings of this stiff-necked puppet as I
-please.”
- </p>
-<p>
-Sir Rowland, meantime, throw himself on his knees beside his sister, and,
-clasping her chilly fingers within his own, besought her forgiveness in
-the most passionate terms. For a few minutes, she appeared scarcely
-sensible of his presence. But, after some restoratives had been
-administered by Mrs. Norris, she revived a little.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Rowland,” she said, in a faint voice, “I have not many minutes to live.
-Where is Father Spencer? I must have absolution. I have something that
-weighs heavily upon my mind.”
- </p>
-<p>
-Sir Rowland's brow darkened.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I have sent for him,” Aliva, he answered; “he will be here directly, with
-your medical advisers.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“They are useless,” she returned. “Medicine cannot save mo now.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Dear sister——”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I should die happy, if I could behold my child.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Comfort yourself, then, Aliva. You <i>shall</i> behold him.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“You are mocking me, Rowland. Jests are not for seasons like this.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I am not, by Heaven,” returned the knight, solemnly. “Leave us, Mrs.
-Norris, and do not return till Father Spencer arrives.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Your ladyship——” hesitated Norris.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Go!” said Lady Trafford; “it is my last request.”
- </p>
-<p>
-And her faithful attendant, drowned in tears, withdrew, followed by the
-two assistants.
-</p>
-<p>
-Jonathan stepped behind a curtain.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Rowland,” said Lady Trafford, regarding him with a look of indescribable
-anxiety, “you have assured me that I shall behold my son. Where is he?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Within this room,” replied the knight.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Here!” shrieked Lady Trafford.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Here,” repeated her brother. “But calm yourself, dear sister, or the
-interview will be too much for you.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I <i>am</i> calm—quite calm, Rowland,” she answered, with lips
-whose agitation belied her words. “Then, the story of his death was false.
-I knew it. I was sure you could not have the heart to slay a child—an
-innocent child. God forgive you!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“May He, indeed, forgive me!” returned Trenchard, crossing himself
-devoutly; “but my guilt is not the less heavy, because your child escaped.
-This hand consigned him to destruction, but another was stretched forth to
-save him. The infant was rescued from a watery-grave by an honest
-mechanic, who has since brought him up as his own son.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Blessings upon him!” cried Lady Trafford, fervently. “But trifle with mo
-no longer. Moments are ages now. Let me see my child, if he is really
-here?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Behold him!” returned Trenchard, taking Thames (who had been a mute, but
-deeply-interested, witness of the scene) by the hand, and leading him
-towards her.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Ah!” exclaimed Lady Trafford, exerting all her strength. “My sight is
-failing me. Let me have more light, that I may behold him. Yes!” she
-screamed, “these are his father's features! It is—it is my son!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Mother!” cried Thames; “are you, indeed, my mother?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I am, indeed—my own sweet boy!” she sobbed, pressing him tenderly
-to her breast.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Oh!—to see you thus!” cried Thames, in an agony of affliction.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Don't weep, my love,” replied the lady, straining him still more closely
-to her. “I am happy—quite happy now.”
- </p>
-<p>
-During this touching interview, a change had come over Sir Rowland, and he
-half repented of what he had done.
-</p>
-<p>
-“You can no longer refuse to tell me the name of this youth's father,
-Aliva,” he said.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I dare not, Rowland,” she answered. “I cannot break my vow. I will
-confide it to Father Spencer, who will acquaint you with it when I am no
-more. Undraw the curtain, love,” she added to Thames, “that I may look at
-you.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Ha!” exclaimed her son, starting back, as he obeyed her, and disclosed
-Jonathan Wild.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Be silent,” said Jonathan, in a menacing whisper.
-</p>
-<p>
-“What have you seen?” inquired Lady Trafford.
-</p>
-<p>
-“My enemy,” replied her son.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Your enemy!” she returned imperfectly comprehending him. “Sir Rowland is
-your uncle—he will be your guardian—he will protect you. Will
-you not, brother?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Promise,” said a deep voice in Trenchard's ear.
-</p>
-<p>
-“He will kill me,” cried Thames. “There is a man in this room who seeks my
-life.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Impossible!” rejoined his mother.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Look at these fetters,” returned Thames, holding up his manacled wrists;
-“they were put on by my uncle's command.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Ah!” shrieked Lady Trafford.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Not a moment is to be lost,” whispered Jonathan to Trenchard. “His life—or
-yours?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“No one shall harm you more, my dear,” cried Lady Trafford. “Your uncle <i>must</i>
-protect you. It will be his interest to do so. He will be dependent on
-you.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Do what you please with him,” muttered Trenchard to Wild.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Take off these chains, Rowland,” said Lady Trafford, “instantly, I
-command you.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“<i>I</i> will,” replied Jonathan, advancing, and rudely seizing Thames.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Mother!” cried the son, “help!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“What is this?” shrieked Lady Trafford, raising herself on the couch, and
-extending her hands towards him. “Oh, God! would you take him from me?—would
-you murder him?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“His father's name?—and he is free,” rejoined Rowland, holding her
-arms.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Release him first—and I will disclose it!” cried Lady Trafford; “on
-my soul, I will!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Speak then!” returned Rowland.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Too late!” shrieked the lady, falling heavily backwards,—“too late!—oh!”
- </p>
-<p>
-Heedless of her cries, Jonathan passed a handkerchief tightly over her
-son's mouth, and forced him out of the room.
-</p>
-<p>
-When he returned, a moment or so afterwards, he found Sir Rowland standing
-by the lifeless body of his sister. His countenance was almost as white
-and rigid as that of the corpse by his side.
-</p>
-<p>
-“This is your work,” said the knight, sternly.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Not entirely,” replied Jonathan, calmly; “though I shouldn't be ashamed
-of it if it were. After all, you failed in obtaining the secret from her,
-Sir Rowland. Women are hypocrites to the last—true only to
-themselves.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Peace!” cried the knight, fiercely.
-</p>
-<p>
-“No offence,” returned Jonathan. “I was merely about to observe that <i>I</i>
-am in possession of her secret.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“You!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Didn't I tell you that the fugitive Darrell gave me a glove! But we'll
-speak of this hereafter. You can <i>purchase</i> the information from me
-whenever you're so disposed. I shan't drive a hard bargain. To the point
-however. I came back to say, that I've placed your nephew in a coach; and,
-if you'll be at my lock in the Old Bailey an hour after midnight, you
-shall hear the last tidings of him.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I will be there,” answered Trenchard, gloomily.
-</p>
-<p>
-“You'll not forget the thousand, Sir Rowland—short accounts, you
-know.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Fear nothing. You shall have your reward.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Thank'ee,—thank'ee. My house is the next door to the Cooper's Arms,
-in the Old Bailey, opposite Newgate. You'll find me at supper.”
- </p>
-<p>
-So saying, he bowed and departed.
-</p>
-<p>
-“That man should have been an Italian bravo,” murmured the knight, sinking
-into a chair: “he has neither fear nor compunction. Would I could purchase
-his apathy as easily as I can procure his assistance.”
- </p>
-<p>
-Soon after this Mrs. Norris entered the room, followed by Father Spencer.
-On approaching the couch, they found Sir Rowland senseless, and extended
-over the dead body of his unfortunate sister.
-</p>
-<p>
-<br /><br />
-</p>
-<hr />
-<p>
-<a name="link2HCH0018" id="link2HCH0018"> </a>
-</p>
-<div style="height: 4em;">
-<br /><br /><br /><br />
-</div>
-<h2>
-CHAPTER XI. THE MOHOCKS.
-</h2>
-<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">J</span>onathan Wild, meanwhile, had quitted the house. He found a coach at the
-door, with the blinds carefully drawn up, and ascertained from a tall,
-ill-looking, though tawdrily-dressed fellow, who held his horse by the
-bridle, and whom he addressed as Quilt Arnold, that the two boys were safe
-inside, in the custody of Abraham Mendez, the dwarfish Jew. As soon as he
-had delivered his instructions to Quilt, who, with Abraham, constituted
-his body-guard, or janizaries, as he termed them, Jonathan mounted his
-steed, and rode off at a gallop. Quilt was not long in following his
-example. Springing upon the box, he told the coachman to make the best of
-his way to Saint Giles's. Stimulated by the promise of something handsome
-to drink, the man acquitted himself to admiration in the management of his
-lazy cattle. Crack went the whip, and away floundered the heavy vehicle
-through the deep ruts of the ill-kept road, or rather lane, (for it was
-little better,) which, then, led across Southampton Fields. Skirting the
-noble gardens of Montague House, (now, we need scarcely say, the British
-Museum,) the party speedily reached Great Russell Street,—a quarter
-described by Strype, in his edition of old Stow's famous <i>Survey</i>,
-“as being graced with the best buildings in all Bloomsbury, and the best
-inhabited by the nobility and gentry, especially the north side, as having
-gardens behind the houses, and the prospect of the pleasant fields up to
-Hampstead and Highgate; insomuch that this place, by physicians, is
-esteemed the most healthful of any in London.” Neither of the parties
-outside bestowed much attention upon these stately and
-salubriously-situated mansions; indeed, as it was now not far from ten
-o'clock, and quite dark, they could scarcely discern them. But, in spite
-of his general insensibility to such matters, Quilt could not help
-commenting upon the delicious perfume wafted from the numerous flower-beds
-past which they were driving. The coachman answered by a surly grunt, and,
-plying his whip with redoubled zeal, shaped his course down Dyot Street;
-traversed that part of Holborn, which is now called Broad Street, and
-where two ancient alms-houses were, then, standing in the middle of that
-great thoroughfare, exactly opposite the opening of Compston Street; and,
-diving under a wide gateway on the left, soon reached a more open space,
-surrounded by mean habitations, coach-houses and stables, called Kendrick
-Yard, at the further end of which Saint Giles's round-house was situated.
-</p>
-<p>
-No sooner did the vehicle turn the corner of this yard, than Quilt became
-aware, from the tumultuous sounds that reached his ears, as well as from
-the flashing of various lanterns at the door of the round-house, that some
-disturbance was going on; and, apprehensive of a rescue, if he drew up in
-the midst of the mob, he thought it prudent to come to a halt.
-Accordingly, he stopped the coach, dismounted, and hastened towards the
-assemblage, which, he was glad to find, consisted chiefly of a posse of
-watchmen and other guardians of the night. Quilt, who was an ardent lover
-of mischief, could not help laughing most heartily at the rueful
-appearance of these personages. Not one of them but bore the marks of
-having been engaged in a recent and severe conflict. Quarter-staves,
-bludgeons, brown-bills, lanterns, swords, and sconces were alike shivered;
-and, to judge from the sullied state of their habiliments, the claret must
-have been tapped pretty freely. Never was heard such a bawling as these
-unfortunate wights kept up. Oaths exploded like shells from a battery in
-full fire, accompanied by threats of direst vengeance against the
-individuals who had maltreated them. Here, might be seen a poor fellow
-whose teeth were knocked down his throat, spluttering out the most
-tremendous menaces, and gesticulating like a madman: there, another, whose
-nose was partially slit, vented imprecations and lamentations in the same
-breath. On the right, stood a bulky figure, with a broken rattle hanging
-out of his great-coat pocket, who held up a lantern to his battered
-countenance to prove to the spectators that both his orbs of vision were
-darkened: on the left, a meagre constable had divested himself of his
-shirt, to bind up with greater convenience a gaping cut in the arm.
-</p>
-<p>
-“So, the Mohocks have been at work, I perceive,” remarked Quilt, as he
-drew near the group.
-</p>
-<p>
-“'Faith, an' you may say that,” returned a watchman, who was wiping a
-ruddy stream from his brow; “they've broken the paice, and our pates into
-the bargain. But shurely I'd know that vice,” he added, turning his
-lantern towards the janizary. “Ah! Quilt Arnold, my man, is it you? By the
-powers! I'm glad to see you. The sight o' your 'andsome phiz allys does me
-good.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I wish I could return the compliment, Terry. But your cracked skull is by
-no means a pleasing spectacle. How came you by the hurt, eh?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“How did I come by it?—that's a nate question. Why, honestly enouch.
-It was lent me by a countryman o' mine; but I paid him back in his own
-coin—ha! ha!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“A countryman of yours, Terry?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Ay, and a noble one, too, Quilt—more's the pity! You've heard of
-the Marquis of Slaughterford, belike?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Of course; who has not? He's the leader of the Mohocks, the general of
-the Scourers, the prince of rakes, the friend of the surgeons and
-glaziers, the terror of your tribe, and the idol of the girls!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“That's him to a hair?” cried Terence, rapturously. “Och! he's a broth of
-a boy!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Why, I thought he'd broken your head, Terry?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Phooh! that's nothing? A piece o' plaster'll set all to rights; and Terry
-O'Flaherty's not the boy to care for the stroke of a supple-jack. Besides,
-didn't I tell you that I giv' him as good as he brought—and better!
-I jist touched him with my 'Evenin' Star,' as I call this shillelah,” said
-the watchman, flourishing an immense bludgeon, the knob of which appeared
-to be loaded with lead, “and, by Saint Patrick! down he cum'd like a
-bullock.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Zounds!” exclaimed Quilt, “did you kill him?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Not quite,” replied Terence, laughing; “but I brought him to his senses.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“By depriving him of 'em, eh! But I'm sorry you hurt his lordship, Terry.
-Young noblemen ought to be indulged in their frolics. If they <i>do</i>,
-now and then, run away with a knocker, paint a sign, beat the watch, or
-huff a magistrate, they <i>pay</i> for their pastime, and that's
-sufficient. What more could any reasonable man—especially a watchman—desire?
-Besides, the Marquis, is a devilish fine fellow, and a particular friend
-of mine. There's not his peer among the peerage.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Och! if he's a friend o' yours, my dear joy, there's no more to be said;
-and right sorry am I, I struck him. But, bloodan'-'ouns! man, if ould Nick
-himself were to hit me a blow, I'd be afther givin' him another.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Well, well—wait awhile,” returned Quilt; “his lordship won't forget
-you. He's as generous as he's frolicsome.”
- </p>
-<p>
-As he spoke, the door of the round-house was opened, and a stout man, with
-a lantern in his hand, presented himself at the threshold.
-</p>
-<p>
-“There's Sharples,” cried Quilt.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Whist!” exclaimed Terence; “he elevates his glim. By Jasus! he's about to
-spake to us.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Gem'men o' the votch!” cried Sharples, as loudly as a wheezy cough would
-permit him, “my noble pris'ner—ough! ough;—the Markis o'
-Slaughterford——”
- </p>
-<p>
-Further speech was cut short by a volley of execrations from the angry
-guardians of the night.
-</p>
-<p>
-“No Mohocks! No Scourers!” cried the mob.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Hear! hear!” vociferated Quilt.
-</p>
-<p>
-“His lordship desires me to say—ough! ough!”
- </p>
-<p>
-Fresh groans and hisses.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Von't you hear me?—ough! ough!” demanded Sharples, after a pause.
-</p>
-<p>
-“By all means,” rejoined Quilt.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Raise your vice, and lave off coughin',” added Terence.
-</p>
-<p>
-“The long and the short o' the matter's this then,” returned Sharples with
-dignity, “the Markis begs your acceptance o' ten guineas to drink his
-health.”
- </p>
-<p>
-The hooting was instantaneously changed to cheers.
-</p>
-<p>
-“And his lordship, furthermore, requests me to state,” proceeded Sharples,
-in a hoarse tone, “that he'll be responsible for the doctors' bill of all
-such gem'men as have received broken pates, or been <i>otherwise</i>
-damaged in the fray—ough! ough!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Hurrah!” shouted the mob.
-</p>
-<p>
-“We're all damaged—we've all got broken pates,” cried a dozen
-voices.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Ay, good luck to him! so we have,” rejoined Terence; “but we've no
-objection to take out the dochter's bill in drink.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“None whatever,” replied the mob.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Your answer, gem'men?” demanded Sharples.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Long life to the Markis, and we accept his honourable proposal,”
- responded the mob.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Long life to the Marquis!” reiterated Terence; “he's an honour to ould
-Ireland!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Didn't I tell you how it would be?” remarked Quilt.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Troth, and so did you,” returned the watchman; “but I couldn't belave it.
-In futur', I'll keep the 'Evenin' Star' for his lordship's enemies.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“You'd better,” replied Quilt. “But bring your glim this way. I've a
-couple of kinchens in yonder rattler, whom I wish to place under old
-Sharples's care.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Be handy, then,” rejoined Terence, “or, I'll lose my share of the smart
-money.”
- </p>
-<p>
-With the assistance of Terence, and a linkboy who volunteered his
-services, Quilt soon removed the prisoners from the coach, and leaving
-Sheppard to the custody of Abraham, proceeded to drag Thames towards the
-round-house. Not a word had been exchanged between the two boys on the
-road. Whenever Jack attempted to speak, he was checked by an angry growl
-from Abraham; and Thames, though his heart was full almost to bursting,
-felt no inclination to break the silence. His thoughts, indeed, were too
-painful for utterance, and so acute were his feelings, that, for some
-time, they quite overcame him. But his grief was of short duration. The
-elastic spirits of youth resumed their sway; and, before the coach
-stopped, his tears had ceased to flow. As to Jack Sheppard, he appeared
-utterly reckless and insensible, and did nothing but whistle and sing the
-whole way.
-</p>
-<p>
-While he was dragged along in the manner just described, Thames looked
-around to ascertain, if possible, where he was; for he did not put entire
-faith in Jonathan's threat of sending him to the round-house, and
-apprehensive of something even worse than imprisonment. The aspect of the
-place, so far as he could discern through the gloom, was strange to him;
-but chancing to raise his eyes above the level of the surrounding
-habitations, he beheld, relieved against the sombre sky, the tall steeple
-of Saint Giles's church, the precursor of the present structure, which was
-not erected till some fifteen years later. He recognised this object at
-once. Jonathan had not deceived him.
-</p>
-<p>
-“What's this here kinchen <i>in</i> for?” asked Terence, as he and Quilt
-strode along, with Thames between them.
-</p>
-<p>
-“What for?” rejoined Quilt, evasively.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Oh! nothin' partickler—mere curossity,” replied Terence. “By the
-powers!” he added, turning his lantern full upon the face of the captive,
-“he's a nice genn-teel-lookin' kiddy, I must say. Pity he's ta'en to bad
-ways so airly.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“You may spare me your compassion, friend,” observed Thames; “I am falsely
-detained.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Of course,” rejoined Quilt, maliciously; “every thief is so. If we were
-to wait till a prig was rightfully nabbed, we might tarry till doomsday.
-We never supposed you helped yourself to a picture set with diamonds—not
-we!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Is the guv'ner consarned in this job?” asked Terence, in a whisper.
-</p>
-<p>
-“He is,” returned Quilt, significantly. “Zounds! what's that!” he cried,
-as the noise of a scuffle was heard behind them. “The other kid's given my
-partner the slip. Here, take this youngster, Terry; my legs are lighter
-than old Nab's.” And, committing Thames to the care of the watchman, he
-darted after the fugitive.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Do you wish to earn a rich reward, my good friend?” said Thames to the
-watchman, as soon as they were left alone.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Is it by lettin' you go, my darlin', that I'm to airn it?” inquired
-Terence. “If so, it won't pay. You're Mister Wild's pris'ner, and worse
-luck to it!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I don't ask you to liberate me,” urged Thames; “but will you convey a
-message for me?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Where to, honey?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“To Mr. Wood's, the carpenter in Wych Street. He lives near the Black
-Lion.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“The Black Lion!” echoed Terence. “I know the house well; by the same
-token that it's a flash crib. Och! many a mug o' bubb have I drained wi'
-the landlord, Joe Hind. And so Misther Wudd lives near the Black Lion,
-eh?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“He does,” replied Thames. “Tell him that I—his adopted son, Thames
-Darrell—am detained here by Jonathan Wild.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Thames Ditton—is that your name?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“No,” replied the boy, impatiently; “Darrell—Thames Darrell.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I'll not forget it. It's a mighty quare 'un, though. I never yet heard of
-a Christians as was named after the Shannon or the Liffy; and the Thames
-is no better than a dhurty puddle, compared wi' them two noble strames.
-But then you're an adopted son, and that makes all the difference. People
-do call their unlawful children strange names. Are you quite shure you
-haven't another alyas, Masther Thames Ditton?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Darrell, I tell you. Will you go? You'll be paid handsomely for your
-trouble.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I don't mind the throuble,” hesitated Terence, who was really a
-good-hearted fellow at the bottom; “and I'd like to sarve you if I could,
-for you look like a gentleman's son, and that goes a great way wi' me. But
-if Misther Wild were to find out that I thwarted his schames——”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I'd not be in your skin for a trifle,” interrupted Quilt, who having
-secured Sheppard, and delivered him to Abraham, now approached them
-unawares; “and it shan't be my fault if he don't hear of it.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“'Ouns!” ejaculated Terence, in alarm, “would you turn snitch on your old
-pal, Quilt?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Ay, if he plays a-cross,” returned Quilt. “Come along, my sly shaver.
-With all your cunning, we're more than a match for you.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“But not for me,” growled Terence, in an under tone.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Remember!” cried Quilt, as he forced the captive along.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Remember the devil!” retorted Terence, who had recovered his natural
-audacity. “Do you think I'm afeard of a beggarly thief-taker and his
-myrmidons? Not I. Master Thames Ditton, I'll do your biddin'; and you,
-Misther Quilt Arnold, may do your worst, I defy you.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Dog!” exclaimed Quilt, turning fiercely upon him, “do you threaten?”
- </p>
-<p>
-But the watchman eluded his grasp, and, mingling with the crowd,
-disappeared.
-</p>
-<p>
-<br /><br />
-</p>
-<hr />
-<p>
-<a name="link2HCH0019" id="link2HCH0019"> </a>
-</p>
-<div style="height: 4em;">
-<br /><br /><br /><br />
-</div>
-<h2>
-CHAPTER XII. SAINT GILES'S ROUND-HOUSE.
-</h2>
-<p class="pfirst"><span class="dropcap" style="font-size: 4.00em">S</span>aint Giles's Round-house was an old detached fabric, standing in an angle
-of Kendrick Yard. Originally built, as its name imports, in a cylindrical
-form, like a modern Martello tower, it had undergone, from time to time,
-so many alterations, that its symmetry was, in a great measure, destroyed.
-Bulging out more in the middle than at the two extremities, it resembled
-an enormous cask set on its end,—a sort of Heidelberg tun on a large
-scale,—and this resemblance was increased by the small circular
-aperture—it hardly deserved to be called a door—pierced, like
-the bung-hole of a barrell, through the side of the structure, at some
-distance from the ground, and approached by a flight of wooden steps. The
-prison was two stories high, with a flat roof surmounted by a gilt vane
-fashioned like a key; and, possessing considerable internal accommodation,
-it had, in its day, lodged some thousands of disorderly personages. The
-windows were small, and strongly grated, looking, in front, on Kendrick
-Yard, and, at the back, upon the spacious burial-ground of Saint Giles's
-Church. Lights gleamed from the lower rooms, and, on a nearer approach to
-the building, the sound of revelry might be heard from within.
-</p>
-<p>
-Warned of the approach of the prisoners by the increased clamour,
-Sharples, who was busied in distributing the Marquis's donation, affected
-to throw the remainder of the money among the crowd, though, in reality,
-he kept back a couple of guineas, which he slipped into his sleeve, and
-running hastily up the steps, unlocked the door. He was followed, more
-leisurely, by the prisoners; and, during their ascent, Jack Sheppard made
-a second attempt to escape by ducking suddenly down, and endeavouring to
-pass under his conductor's legs. The dress of the dwarfish Jew was not,
-however, favourable to this expedient. Jack was caught, as in a trap, by
-the pendant tails of Abraham's long frock; and, instead of obtaining his
-release by his ingenuity, he only got a sound thrashing.
-</p>
-<p>
-Sharples received them at the threshold, and holding his lantern towards
-the prisoners to acquaint himself with their features, nodded to Quilt,
-between whom and himself some secret understanding seemed to subsist, and
-then closed and barred the door.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Vell,” he growled, addressing Quilt, “you know who's here, I suppose?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“To be sure I do,” replied Quilt; “my noble friend, the Marquis of
-Slaughterford. What of that?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Vot 'o that!” echoed Sharples, peevishly: “Everythin'. Vot am I to do
-vith these young imps, eh?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“What you generally do with your prisoners, Mr. Sharples,” replied Quilt;
-“lock 'em up.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“That's easily said. But, suppose I've no place to lock 'em up in, how
-then?”
- </p>
-<p>
-Quilt looked a little perplexed. He passed his arm under that of the
-constable, and drew him aside.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Vell, vell,” growled Sharples, after he had listened to the other's
-remonstrances, “it shall be done. But it's confounded inconvenient. One
-don't often get sich a vindfal as the Markis——”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Or such a customer as Mr. Wild,” edged in Quilt.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Now, then, Saint Giles!” interposed Sheppard, “are we to be kept here all
-night?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Eh day!” exclaimed Sharples: “wot new-fledged bantam's this?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“One that wants to go to roost,” replied Sheppard. “So, stir your stumps,
-Saint Giles; and, if you mean to lock us up, use despatch.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Comin'! comin'!” returned the constable, shuffling towards him.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Coming!—so is midnight—so is Jonathan Wild,” retorted Jack,
-with a significant look at Thames.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Have you never an out-o-the-vay corner, into vich you could shtow these
-troublesome warmint?” observed Abraham. “The guv'ner'll be here afore
-midnight.”
- </p>
-<p>
-Darrell's attention was drawn to the latter part of this speech by a
-slight pressure on his foot. And, turning at the touch, he perceived
-Sheppard's glance fixed meaningly upon him.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Stow it, Nab!” exclaimed Quilt, angrily; “the kinchen's awake.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Awake!—to be sure I am, my flash cove,” replied Sheppard; “I'm down
-as a hammer.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I've just bethought me of a crib as'll serve their turn,” interposed
-Sharples, “at any rate, they'll be out o' the vay, and as safe as two
-chicks in a coop.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Lead the way to it then, Saint Giles,” said Jack, in a tone of mock
-authority.
-</p>
-<p>
-The place, in which they stood, was a small entrance-chamber, cut off,
-like the segment of a circle, from the main apartment, (of which it is
-needless to say it originally constituted a portion,) by a stout wooden
-partition. A door led to the inner room; and it was evident from the peals
-of merriment, and other noises, that, ever and anon, resounded from
-within, that this chamber was occupied by the Marquis and his friends.
-Against the walls hung an assortment of staves, brown-bills, (weapons then
-borne by the watch,) muskets, handcuffs, great-coats, and lanterns. In one
-angle of the room stood a disused fire-place, with a rusty grate and
-broken chimney-piece; in the other there was a sort of box, contrived
-between the wall and the boards, that looked like an apology for a
-cupboard. Towards this box Sharples directed his steps, and, unlocking a
-hatch in the door, disclosed a recess scarcely as large, and certainly not
-as clean, as a dog-kennel.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Vill this do?” demanded the constable, taking the candle from the
-lantern, the better to display the narrow limits of the hole. “I call this
-ere crib the Little-Ease, arter the runaway prentices' cells in Guildhall.
-I <i>have</i> squeezed three kids into it afore now. To be sure,” he
-added, lowering his tone, “they wos little 'uns, and one on 'em was
-smothered—ough! ough!—how this cough chokes me!”
- </p>
-<p>
-Sheppard, meanwhile, whose hands were at liberty, managed to possess
-himself, unperceived, of the spike of a halbert, which was lying, apart
-from the pole, upon a bench near him. Having secured this implement, he
-burst from his conductor, and, leaping into the hatch, as clowns generally
-spring into the clock-faces, when in pursuit of harlequin in the
-pantomime,—that is, back foremost,—broke into a fit of loud
-and derisive laughter, kicking his heels merrily all the time against the
-boards. His mirth, however, received an unpleasant check; for Abraham,
-greatly incensed by his previous conduct, caught him by the legs, and
-pushed him with such violence into the hole that the point of the spike,
-which he had placed in his pocket, found its way through his clothes to
-the flesh, inflicting a slight, but painful wound. Jack, who had something
-of the Spartan in his composition, endured his martyrdom without
-flinching; and carried his stoical indifference so far, as even to make a
-mocking grimace in Sharples's face, while that amiable functionary thrust
-Thames into the recess beside him.
-</p>
-<p>
-“How go you like your quarters, sauce-box?” asked Sharples, in a jeering
-tone.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Better than your company, Saint Giles,” replied Sheppard; “so, shut the
-door, and make yourself scarce.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“That boy'll never rest till he finds his vay to Bridewell,” observed
-Sharples.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Or the street,” returned Jack: “mind my words, the prison's not built
-that can keep me.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“We'll see that, young hempseed,” replied Sharples, shutting the hatch
-furiously in his face, and locking it. “If you get out o' that cage, I'll
-forgive you. Now, come along, gem'men, and I'll show you some precious
-sport.”
- </p>
-<p>
-The two janizaries followed him as far as the entrance to the inner room,
-when Abraham, raising his finger to his lips, and glancing significantly
-in the direction of the boys, to explain his intention to his companions,
-closed the door after them, and stole softly back again, planting himself
-near the recess.
-</p>
-<p>
-For a few minutes all was silent. At length Jack Sheppard observed:—“The
-coast's clear. They're gone into the next room.”
- </p>
-<p>
-Darrell returned no answer.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Don't be angry with me, Thames,” continued Sheppard, in a tone
-calculated, as he thought, to appease his companion's indignation. “I did
-all for the best, as I'll explain.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I won't reproach you, Jack,” said the other, sternly. “I've done with
-you.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Not quite, I hope,” rejoined Sheppard. “At all events, I've not done with
-you. If you owe your confinement to me, you shall owe your liberation to
-me, also.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I'd rather lie here for ever, than be indebted to <i>you</i> for my
-freedom,” returned Thames.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I've done nothing to offend you,” persisted Jack. “Nothing!” echoed the
-other, scornfully. “You've perjured yourself.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“That's my own concern,” rejoined Sheppard. “An oath weighs little with
-me, compared with your safety.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“No more of this,” interrupted Thames, “you make the matter worse by these
-excuses.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Quarrel with me as much as you please, Thames, but hear me,” returned
-Sheppard. “I took the course I pursued to serve you.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Tush!” cried Thames; “you accused me to skreen yourself.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“On my soul, Thames, you wrong me!” replied Jack, passionately. “I'd lay
-down my life for yours.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“And you expect me to believe you after what has passed?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I do; and, more than that, I expect you to thank me.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“For procuring my imprisonment?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“For saving your life.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“How?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Listen to me, Thames. You're in a more serious scrape than you imagine. I
-overheard Jonathan Wild's instructions to Quilt Arnold, and though he
-spoke in slang, and in an under tone, my quick ears, and acquaintance with
-the thieves' lingo, enabled me to make out every word he uttered. Jonathan
-is in league with Sir Rowland to make away with you. You are brought here
-that their designs may be carried into effect with greater security.
-Before morning, unless, we can effect an escape, you'll be kidnapped, or
-murdered, and your disappearance attributed to the negligence of the
-constable.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Are you sure of this?” asked Thames, who, though as brave a lad as need
-be, could not repress a shudder at the intelligence.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Certain. The moment I entered the room, and found you a prisoner in the
-hands of Jonathan Wild, I guessed how matters stood, and acted
-accordingly. Things haven't gone quite as smoothly as I anticipated; but
-they might have been worse. I <i>can</i> save you, and <i>will</i>. But,
-say we're friends.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“You're not deceiving me!” said Thames, doubtfully.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I am not, by Heaven!” replied Sheppard, firmly.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Don't swear, Jack, or I shall distrust you. I can't give you my hand; but
-you may take it.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Thank you! thank you!” faltered Jack, in a voice full of emotion. “I'll
-soon free you from these bracelets.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“You needn't trouble yourself,” replied Thames. “Mr. Wood will be here
-presently.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Mr. Wood!” exclaimed Jack, in surprise. “How have you managed to
-communicate with him?”
- </p>
-<p>
-Abraham, who had listened attentively to the foregoing conversation,—not
-a word of which escaped him,—now drew in his breath, and brought his
-ear closer to the boards.
-</p>
-<p>
-“By means of the watchman who had the charge of me,” replied Thames.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Curse him!” muttered Abraham.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Hist!” exclaimed Jack. “I thought I heard a noise. Speak lower. Somebody
-may be on the watch—perhaps, that old ginger-hackled Jew.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I don't care if he is,” rejoined Thames, boldly. “He'll learn that his
-plans will be defeated.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“He may learn how to defeat yours,” replied Jack.
-</p>
-<p>
-“So he may,” rejoined Abraham, aloud, “so he may.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Death and fiends!” exclaimed Jack; “the old thief <i>is</i> there. I knew
-it. You've betrayed yourself, Thames.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Vot o' that?” chuckled Abraham. “<i>You</i> can shave him, you know.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I <i>can</i>,” rejoined Jack; “and you, too, old Aaron, if I'd a razor.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“How soon do you expect Mishter Vudd?” inquired the janizary, tauntingly.
-</p>
-<p>
-“What's that to you?” retorted Jack, surlily.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Because I shouldn't like to be out o' the vay ven he arrives,” returned
-Abraham, in a jeering tone; “it vouldn't be vell bred.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Vouldn't it!” replied Jack, mimicking his snuffling voice; “then shtay
-vere you are, and be cursed to you.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“It's all up,” muttered Thames. “Mr. Wood will be intercepted. I've
-destroyed my only chance.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Not your <i>only</i> chance, Thames,” returned Jack, in the same
-undertone; “but your best. Never mind. We'll turn the tables upon 'em yet.
-Do you think we could manage that old clothesman between us, if we got out
-of this box?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“I'd manage him myself, if my arms were free,” replied Thames, boldly.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Shpeak up, vill you?” cried Abraham, rapping his knuckles against the
-hatch. “I likes to hear vot you says. You <i>can</i> have no shecrets from
-me.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Vy don't you talk to your partner, or Saint Giles, if you vant
-conversation, Aaron?” asked Jack, slyly.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Because they're in the next room, and the door's shut; that's vy, my
-jack-a-dandy!” replied Abraham, unsuspiciously.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Oh! they are—are they?” muttered Jack, triumphantly; “that'll do.
-Now for it, Thames! Make as great a row as you can to divert his
-attention.”
- </p>
-<p>
-With this, he drew the spike from his pocket; and, drowning the sound of
-the operation by whistling, singing, shuffling, and other noises,
-contrived, in a few minutes, to liberate his companion from the handcuffs.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Now, Jack,” cried Thames, warmly grasping Sheppard's hand, “you are my
-friend again. I freely forgive you.”
- </p>
-<p>
-Sheppard cordially returned the pressure; and, cautioning Thames, “not to
-let the ruffles drop, or they might tell a tale,” began to warble the
-following fragment of a robber melody:—
-</p>
-<pre xml:space="preserve">
-“Oh! give me a chisel, a knife, or a file,
-And the dubsmen shall find that I'll do it in style!
-<i>Tol-de-rol!</i>”
- </pre>
-<p>
-“Vot the devil are you about, noisy?” inquired Abraham.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Practising singing, Aaron,” replied Jack. “Vot are you?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Practising patience,” growled Abraham.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Not before it's needed,” returned Jack, aloud; adding in a whisper, “get
-upon my shoulders, Thames. Now you're up, take this spike. Feel for the
-lock, and prize it open,—you don't need to be told <i>how</i>. When
-it's done, I'll push you through. Take care of the old clothesman, and
-leave the rest to me.
-</p>
-<pre xml:space="preserve">
-When the turnkey, next morning, stepp'd into his room,
-The sight of the hole in the wall struck him dumb;
-The sheriff's black bracelets lay strewn on the ground,
-But the lad that had worn 'em could nowhere be found.
-<i>Tol-de-rol!</i>”
- </pre>
-<p>
-As Jack concluded his ditty, the door flew open with a crash, and Thames
-sprang through the aperture.
-</p>
-<p>
-This manoeuvre was so suddenly executed that it took Abraham completely by
-surprise. He was standing at the moment close to the hatch, with his ear
-at the keyhole, and received a severe blow in the face. He staggered back
-a few paces; and, before he could recover himself, Thames tripped up his
-heels, and, placing the point of the spike at his throat, threatened to
-stab him if he attempted to stir, or cry out. Nor had Jack been idle all
-this time. Clearing the recess the instant after his companion, he flew to
-the door of the inner room, and, locking it, took out the key. The policy
-of this step was immediately apparent. Alarmed by the noise of the
-scuffle, Quilt and Sharples rushed to the assistance of their comrade. But
-they were too late. The entrance was barred against them; and they had the
-additional mortification of hearing Sheppard's loud laughter at their
-discomfiture.
-</p>
-<p>
-“I told you the prison wasn't built that could hold me,” cried Jack.
-</p>
-<p>
-“You're not out yet, you young hound,” rejoined Quilt, striving
-ineffectually to burst open the door.
-</p>
-<p>
-“But I soon shall be,” returned Jack; “take these,” he added, flinging the
-handcuffs against the wooden partition, “and wear 'em yourself.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Halloo, Nab!” vociferated Quilt. “What the devil are you about! Will you
-allow yourself to be beaten by a couple of kids?”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Not if I can help it,” returned Abraham, making a desperate effort to
-regain his feet. “By my shalvation, boy,” he added, fiercely, “if you
-don't take your hande off my peard, I'll sthrangle you.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Help me, Jack!” shouted Thames, “or I shan't be able to keep the villain
-down.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Stick the spike into him, then,” returned Sheppard, coolly, “while I
-unbar the outlet.”
- </p>
-<p>
-But Thames had no intention of following his friend's advice. Contenting
-himself with brandishing the weapon in the Jew's eyes, he exerted all his
-force to prevent him from rising.
-</p>
-<p>
-While this took place, while Quilt thundered at the inner door, and Jack
-drew back the bolts of the outer, a deep, manly voice was heard chanting—as
-if in contempt of the general uproar—the following strain:—
-</p>
-<pre xml:space="preserve">
-With pipe and punch upon the board,
-And smiling nymphs around us;
-No tavern could more mirth afford
-Than old Saint Giles's round-house!
-<i>The round-house! the round-house!
-The jolly—jolly round-house!</i>
-</pre>
-<p>
-“The jolly, jolly round-house!” chorussed Sheppard, as the last bar
-yielded to his efforts. “Hurrah! come along, Thames; we're free.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Not sho fasht—not sho fasht!” cried Abraham, struggling with
-Thames, and detaining him; “if you go, you musht take me along vid you.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Save yourself, Jack!” shouted Thames, sinking beneath the superior weight
-and strength of his opponent; “leave me to my fate!”
- </p>
-<p>
-“Never,” replied Jack, hurrying towards him. And, snatching the spike from
-Thames, he struck the janizary a severe blow on the head. “I'll make sure
-work this time,” he added, about to repeat the blow.
-</p>
-<p>
-“Hold!” interposed Thames, “he can do no more mischief. Let us be gone.”
- </p>
-<p>
-“As you please,” returned Jack, leaping up; “but I feel devilishly
-inclined to finish him. However, it would only be robbing the hangman of
-his dues.”
- </p>
-<p>
-With this, he was preparing to follow his friend, when their egress was
-prevented by the sudden appearance of Jonathan Wild and Blueskin.
-</p>
-<h3>
-END VOLUME I.
-</h3>
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