in this hour of paralyzing uncertainty charles rose to the full height of his manhood. passing the word for a lantern, and slinging himself in a bowline, he ventured into the blackness alongside, and presently reappeared with the cheering news that no damage was done. a few strokes of an axe and they would be set free. and arming himself with a broad axe, he again disappeared into the outer dark, this time under the watchful eye of the skipper, and presently, with a movement which was like a throb of returning life to every soul on board, the columbia regained her freedom. charles was hauled on board through the surf alongside like a sodden bundle of clothing, unhurt, but entirely exhausted, having made good his claim to be regarded as one of the world’s silent heroes, a man who to the call of duty returns no dubious answer, but renders swift obedience.
this last adventure seemed to exhaust the columbia’s budget of ill-luck for the voyage. although the42 wind was never quite fair, it allowed them to work gradually over to the westward, and with its change a little more genial weather was vouchsafed to them. they arrived in new york without further incident worthy of notice, and charles found himself not only the guest of the skipper, but honoured by the owner, who, as an old skipper himself, was fully alive to the glowing account given him by captain lothrop of charles’s services to the columbia. the other two officers left early, and charles, now a full-blown second mate, saw his prize almost within his grasp. the more so that a letter (only one) awaited him; it was from louise, and contained only these words—
“dear charles,
“it is that i am yours. whenever it shall please you to come for me, i am ready. i leave the house to the day of your parting, for your father is dead immediately, and i go not there any more. i wait for you only.
“louise.”
he accepted this news with perfect calmness, as of one who knew that it would come, and turned again to his work with a zest as unlike that of a love-sick youth as any one ever saw. not a word did he say of his affairs even to his good friend the skipper, and when, their stay in new york at an end, they sailed for china, that worthy man was revolving all sorts of projects in his mind for an alliance between charles and his wife’s sister, who, during charles’ stay in new york, had manifested no small degree of interest in43 the stalwart, ruddy young englishman. he, however, took no advantage of the obviously proffered opportunity, and in due course the columbia sailed for hong kong, petroleum laden. captain lothrop carried his wife with him this voyage, and very homely indeed the ship appeared with the many trifles added to her cabin by feminine taste. a new mate and third mate were also shipped—the former a gigantic kentuckian, with a fist like a shoulder of mutton, a voice like a wounded buffalo bull, and a heart as big and soft as ever dwelt in the breast of mortal man. yet, strangely enough, he was a terror to the crew. long training in the duty of running a ship “packet fashion” had made him so, made him regard the men under his charge as if they were wild beasts, who needed keeping tame by many stripes and constant, unremitting toil. the third mate was a salem man, tall enough, but without an ounce of superfluous flesh on his gaunt frame. he seemed built of steel wire, so tireless and insensible to pain was he. with these two worthies charles was at home at once. good men themselves, they took to him on the spot as an englishman of the best sort, who is always beloved by yankees—that is, genuine americans—and loves them in return in no half-hearted fashion.
it was well for them all that this solidarity obtained among them, for they shipped a crowd in new york of all nationalities, except americans or english, a gang that looked as if they had stepped direct from the deck of a pirate to take service on board the columbia. the skipper was as brave a man as ever44 trod a quarter-deck; but his wife was aboard, and his great love made him nervous. he suggested at once that each of his officers should never be without a loaded six-shooter in their hip-pockets by night or day, and that they should watch that crowd as the trainer watches his cage of performing tigers. fortunately the men were all prime seamen, and full of spring, while the perfect discipline maintained on board from the outset did not permit of any loafing about, which breeds insolence as well as laziness, that root of mischief at sea. so, in spite of incessant labour and the absence of any privileges whatever, the peace was kept until the ship, after a splendid passage of one hundred days, was running up the china sea under as much canvas as she could drag to the heavy south-west monsoon. all the watch were busy greasing down, it being saturday, and, unlike most english ships, where, for fear of the men grumbling, this most filthy but necessary work is done by the boys or the quiet men of the crew, here everybody took a hand, and the job was done in about twenty minutes from the word “go.” a huge greek was busy at the mizzen-topmast, his grease-pot slung to his belt, when suddenly the pot parted company with him and fell, plentifully bespattering sails and rigging as it bounded and rebounded on its way down, until at last it smashed upon the cabin skylight and deposited the balance of its contents all around.
“come down here, ye dago beast!” bellowed the mate. slowly, too slowly, ’tonio obeyed. hardly had he dropped from the rigging on to the top of the45 house when mr. shelby seized him by the throat, and, in spite of his bulk (he was almost as big as the mate himself), dragged him to the skylight, and, forcing his head down, actually rubbed his face in the foul mess. ’tonio struggled in silence, but unavailingly, until the mate released him; then, with a spring like a lion’s, he leaped at his tormentor, a long knife, never seen till then, gleaming in his left hand. mr. shelby met him halfway with a kick which caught his left elbow, paralyzing his arm, the knife dropping point downwards and sticking in the deck. but the fracas was the signal for a general outbreak. the helmsman sprang from the wheel, the rest of the watch slid down backstays, and came rushing aft, bent on murder, all their long pent-up hatred of authority brought to a climax by the undoubted outrage perpetrated upon one of their number. but they met with a man. his back to the mizzen-mast, mr. shelby whipped out his revolver, and, as coolly as if engaged in a day’s partridge-shooting ashore, he fired barrel after barrel of his weapon at the rushing savages. up came the skipper and the other two officers, not a moment too soon. a hairy spaniard clutched at charles as he appeared on deck, but that sturdy son of the soil grappled with his enemy so felly, that in a few heart-beats the body of the latin went hurtling over the side. then the fight became general. the ship, neglected, swung up into the wind and was caught aback, behaving herself in the fashion of a wounded animal, while the higher race, outnumbered by four to one, set its teeth and fought in primitive style. the groans of the wounded,46 the hissing oaths of the combatants, and the crack of revolver shots made up a lurid weft to the warp of sound provided by the moaning wind and murmuring sea. then gradually those of the men who could do so crawled forrard, leaving the bright yellow of the painted deck aft all besmeared with red, and the victory was won for authority.
but a new danger threatened. attracted, perhaps, like vultures, by the smell of blood, several evil-looking junks were closing in upon the columbia, and but for the tremendous exertions of the officers, aided by the cook and steward and the captain’s wife, who, pale but resolute, took the wheel, there is no doubt that the columbia would have been added to the list of missing ships. that peril was averted by the ship being got before the wind again, when her speed soon told, and she hopelessly out-distanced the sneaking, clumsy junks. and before sunset a long smear of smoke astern resolved itself into one of the smart little gun-boats which, under the splendid st. george’s cross, patrol those dangerous seas. in answer to signals, she came alongside the columbia, and soon a boat’s crew of lithe men-o’-war’s-men were on board the american ship, making all secure for her safe passage into hong kong. there she arrived two days later, and got rid of her desperate crew, with the exception of two who had paid for their rash attempt the only price they had—their lives.
from hong kong the columbia sailed for london, arriving there after an uneventful passage of one hundred and twenty days. charles, turning a deaf47 ear to the entreaties of the captain and his fellow-officers, determined to take his discharge. a load-stone of which they knew not anything was drawing him irresistibly into the heart of wiltshire, and, with all his earnings carefully secreted about him, he left the great city behind, and set his face steadfastly for longbridge deverill. there he suddenly arrived, as if he had dropped from the sky, just as the short winter’s day was closing in. the few straggling villagers peered curiously at the broad, alert figure that strode along the white road with an easy grace and manly bearing quite foreign to the heavy slouch of their own men-folk. there was, too, an indefinable foreign odour about him which cut athwart even their dull perceptions and aroused all their curiosity. but none recognized him. how should they? they had hardly ever known him, except by rumour, which, during his absence of nearly two years, had died a natural death for want of something to feed upon. straight to the old doctor’s house he went as a homing pigeon would. to his confident knock there appeared at the door louise, the light of love in her eyes, her arms outstretched in gladdest welcome. neither showed any surprise, for both seemed to have been in some unexplainable way in communion with the other. yet, now the first speechless greeting over, the first caresses bestowed, instead of contentment most profound came unease, an indefinite fear lest this wonderful thing that had befallen them should by the sheer perversity of fate be swept away, leaving them in the outer dark.
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the quavering voice of the old doctor removed them from each other’s close embrace, and shyly, yet with a proud air of ownership, louise led the way into the cosy parlour, where the good old man sat enjoying the rest and comfort he so fully deserved. he looked up inquiringly as with dazzled eyes the big man entered the room, hesitatingly, and with a rush of strange memories flooding his brain.
“who is it, loo?” said the doctor. “i don’t recognize the gentleman.”
and, rising stiffly from his armchair, he took a step forward.
“it’s charles, doctor, charles delambre,” faltered louise.
“yes, doctor; and i’ve come to take away your treasure. also to thank you with my whole heart for your loving kindness in taking care of her. without you what would she have done, me being so far away?”
almost inarticulate with joy, the old man caught charles’s hands in both his own, and pushed him into a chair. then sinking back into his own, he gasped breathlessly—
“ah, my boy, my boy, how i have longed for your return! it has given me more pain than you can think—the idea that i might die and leave this poor child friendless and alone in the world. but she has had no fear. she knew you would come, and she was right. but, charley, my boy, before we say another word—your brother. you mustn’t forget him, and if, as i fear, your quarrel was fierce, you must forgive.49 his sufferings have been great. never once has his face been seen in the village since you left, and, except that we hear an occasional word of him brought by a tramp, he might be dead. go to him, charles, and make it up, and perhaps the good lord will lift the cloud of misery that has so long hung heavily over your house.”
charles heard the kindly doctor’s little speech in respectful silence, then, speaking for the second time since entering the house, he said—
“you are right, doctor. i will be friends with george if he’ll let me. but i must first secure my wife. after all that has passed, i dare not waste an hour until we are married.”
louise sat listening with the light of perfect approval on her fine face; and the doctor also in vigorous fashion signified his entire acquiescence. the rest of that happy evening was devoted to a recital of charles’s wanderings, his escapes, and his good fortune, until, wearied out, those three happy people went to bed.
next day charles was busy. a special license had to be procured, and louise must procure her simple wadding array. the facilities of to-day did not exist then, and the impatient young lover chafed considerably at the delay involved. but in due time the wedding came off, with the dear old doctor as guardian to give the bride away. the village was in a state of seething excitement; the labourers left their work, their wives left their household tasks, and all discussed with an eagerness that was amazingly different to their usual stolidity of demeanour the romantic happenings50 in their midst. then, when the newly-married pair had returned to the doctor’s roomy house, and the villagers had drifted reluctantly homeward again, the ripples of unwonted disturbance gradually smoothed out and subsided. charles and his wife sat side by side in the doctor’s parlour as the evening shadows fell, their benefactor’s glowing face confronting them, and the knowledge that half his home was theirs removing all anxiety for the immediate future from their minds.
they sat thus, holding each other’s hands in silence, until louise, looking up in her husband’s face, said, “charles, let us go and see george. i feel i must before i sleep.” and charles answered, “yes, dear; it was in my heart too to do so, but i’m glad you spoke first.” so, gently disregarding the remonstrances of the doctor, who protested that the morrow would be a more appropriate time, they departed, warmly wrapped up against the piercing cold, and carrying a lantern. as they passed from the village on to the shoulder of the swelling down a few soft snow-flakes began to fall....
all through that night the large round flakes fell heavily incessantly, until, when the pale cold dawn straggled through the leaden clouds, the whole country was deep buried in a smooth garment of spotless white. for three days the terrible, silent fall went on. the poor folk almost starved in their homes, and all traffic throughout the country was stopped. when at last communications could be opened, the old doctor, his heart aching with worry and suspense, made his way, accompanied by my father, to pertwood farm.51 there they found only a few hastily scribbled sheets of paper on the kitchen table. they contained words to the effect that george had been startled by a long wailing cry at a late hour on the night of the first snow. he had gone to the door, and there, on the very spot where she had lain years before, was his lost love. but this time she was dead. he had buried her by the side of his parents, and hoped to join the party soon.
a little search revealed the fact that after writing those lines he had gone down into the cellar and died, for his body lay across the rude box containing the remains of louise. but of charles nothing was ever again seen or heard. i have always felt that he might have been found at the bottom of that dank tarn among the pines, into which he may have fallen on that terrible night. but i don’t know, the mystery remains.
