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Tears, And Audibly Wished Herself Dead. She Had Not Seen Her Boy Since He
Quitted Calne, Considerably More Than Two Years Before, And He Was Now
Nearly Nineteen. A Few Days' Holiday Had Been Accorded Him By The
Banking-House Each Christmas; But The First Christmas Willy Wrote Word
That He Had Accepted An Invitation To Go Home With A Brother-Clerk; The
Second Christmas He Said He Could Not Obtain Leave Of Absence--Which Mrs.
Gum Afterwards Found Was Untrue; So That Willy Gum Had Not Been At Calne
Since He Left It. And Whenever His Mother Thought Of Him--And That Was
Every Hour Of The Day And Night--It Was Always As The Fair, Young,
Light-Haired Boy, Who Seemed To Her Little More Than A Child.
A Year Or So Of Uncertainty, Of Suspense, Of Wailing, And Then Came A
Letter From Willy, Cautiously Sent. It Was Not Addressed Directly To Mrs.
Gum, To Whom It Was Written, But To One Of Willy's Acquaintances In
London, Who Enclosed It In An Envelope And Forwarded It On.
Such A Letter! To Read It One Might Have Thought Mr. William Gum Had Gone
Out Under The Most Favourable Auspices. He Was In Australia; Had Gone Up
To Seek His Fortune At The Gold-Diggings, And Was Making Money Rapidly.
In A Short Time He Should Refund With Interest The Little Sum He Had
Borrowed From Goldsworthy And Co., And Which Was Really Not Taken With
Any Ill Intention, But Was More An Accident Than Anything Else. After
That, He Should Accumulate Money On His Own Score, And--All Things Being
Made Straight At Home--Return And Settle Down, A Rich Man For Life. And
She--His Mother--Might Rely On His Keeping His Word. At Present He Was At
Melbourne; To Which Place He And His Mates Had Come To Bring Their
Acquired Gold, And To Take A Bit Of A Spree After Their Recent Hard Work.
He Was Very Jolly, And After A Week's Holiday They Should Go Back Again.
And He Hoped His Father Had Overlooked The Past; And He Remained Ever Her
Affectionate Son, William Gum.
The Effect Of This Letter Upon Mrs. Gum Was As Though A Dense Cloud Had
Suddenly Lifted From The World, And Given Place To A Flood Of Sunshine.
We Estimate Things By Comparison. Mrs. Gum Was By Nature Disposed To Look
On The Dark Side Of Things, And She Had For The Whole Year Past Been
Indulging The Most Dread Pictures Of Willy And His Fate That Any Woman's
Mind Ever Conceived. To Hear That He Was In Life, And Well, And Making
Money Rapidly, Was The Sweetest News, The Greatest Relief She Could Ever
Experience In This World.
Clerk Gum--Relieved Also, No Doubt--Receiv
Xii., And She Owed To The Same Kind Helpers Also The Accuracy Of Her
Nautical Phrases And Her Irish Dialect. Certainly This Second Part Of
The Tale Is Full Of Interest, But I Cannot Help Wishing That The
Materials Had Been Made Into Two Books Instead Of One. There Are More
Than Enough Characters And Incidents To Have Developed Into A Couple
Of Tales.
Julie Had Often Said How Strange It Seemed To Her, When People Who Had
A Ready Pen For _Writing_ Consulted Her As To What They Should _Write
About_! She Suffered So Much From Over-Abundance Of Ideas Which She
Had Not The Physical Strength To Put On Paper.
Even When She Was Very Ill, And Unable To Use Her Hands At All, The
Sight Of A Lot Of Good German Wood-Cuts, Which Were Sent To Me At
Bath, Suggested So Many Fresh Ideas To Her Brain, That She Only Longed
To Be Able To Seize Her Pen And Write Tales To The Pictures.
Before We Turn Finally Away From The Subject Of Her Liking For Irish
People, I Must Mention A Little Adventure Which Happened To Her At
Fulford.
There Is One Parish In York Where A Great Number Of Irish Peasants
Live, And Many Of The Women Used To Pass Julie's Windows Daily, Going
Out To Work In The Fields At Fulford. She Liked To Watch Them Trudging
By, With Large Baskets Perched Picturesquely On The Tops Of Their
Heads, But In The Town The "Irishers" Are Not Viewed With Equal Favour
By The Inhabitants. One Afternoon Julie Was Out Sketching In A Field,
And Came Across One Of These Poor Irish Women. My Sister's Mind At The
Time Was Full Of Biddy Macartney, And She Could Not Resist The
Opportunity Of Having A Chat With This Suggestive "Study" For The
Character. She Found An Excuse For Addressing The Old Woman About Some
Cattle Which Seemed Restless In The Field, But Quickly Discovered, To
Her Amusement, That When She Alluded To Ireland, Her Companion, In The
Broadest Brogue, Stoutly Denied Having Any Connection With The
Country. No Doubt She Thought Julie's Prejudices Would Be Similar To
Those Of Her Town Neighbours, But In A Short Time Some Allusion Was
Inadvertently Made To "Me Father's Farm In Kerry," And The Truth
Leaked Out. After This They Became More Confidential; And When Julie
Admired Some Quaint Silver Rings On Her Companion's Finger, The Old
Woman Was Most Anxious To Give Her One, And Was Only Restrained By
Coming To The Decision That She Would Give Her A Recipe For "Real
Irish Whisky" Instead. She Began With "You Must Take Some Barley And
Put It In A Poke--" But After This Julie Heard No More, For She Was
Distracted By The Cattle, Who Had Advanced Unpleasantly Near; The
Irish Woman, However, Continued Her Instructions To The End, Waving
Her Arms To Keep The Beasts Off, Which She So Far Succeeded In Doing,
That Julie Caught The Last Sentence--
"And Then Ye Must Bury It In A Bog."
"Is That To Give It A Peaty Flavour?" Asked My Sister, Innocently.
"Oh, No, Me Dear!--_It's Because Of The Excise-Man_."
When They Parted, The Old Woman's Original Reserve Entirely Gave Way,
And She Cried: "Good Luck To Ye! _And Go To Ireland!_"
Julie Remained In England For Some Months After Major Ewing Started
For Malta, And As He Was Despatched On Very Short Notice, And She Had
To Pack Up Their Goods; Also--As She Was Not Strong--It Was Decided
That She Should Avoid Going Out For The Hot Summer Weather, And Wait
For The Healthier Autumn Season. Her Time, Therefore, Was Now Chiefly
Spent Amongst Civilian Friends And Relations, And I Want This Fact To
Be Specially Noticed, In Connection With The Next Contributions That
She Wrote For The Magazine.
In February 1879, The Terrible News Had Come Of The Isandlwana
Massacre, And This Was Followed In June By That Of The Prince
Imperial's Death. My Sister Was, Of Course, Deeply Engrossed In The
War Tidings, As Many Of Her Friends Went Out To South Africa--Some To
Return No More. In July She Contributed "A Soldier's Children" To
_Aunt Judy_, And Of All Her Child Verses This Must Be Reckoned The
Best, Every Line From First To Last Breathing How Strong Herrected The Rest To The
Crime, And Killed The Captain With His Own Hand. Obtaining Command Of The
Ship, They Put Her About, And Commenced A Piratical Raid. One Vessel They
Succeeded In Disarming, Despoiling, And Then Leaving Her To Her Fate. But
The Next Vessel They Attacked Proved A More Formidable Enemy, And There
Was A Hand-To-Hand Struggle For The Mastery, And For Life Or Death. The
_Morning Star_ Was Sunk, With The Greater Portion Of Her Living Freight.
A Few, Only Some Four Or Five, Were Saved By The Other Ship, And Conveyed
To England.
It Was By Them The Dark Tale Was Brought. The Second Officer Of The
_Morning Star_ Was One Of Them; He Had Been Compelled To Dissemble And To
Appear To Serve The Mutinous Band; The Others Were Innocent Passengers,
Whose Lives Had Not Been Taken. All Agreed In One Thing: That Gordon, The
Ringleader, Had In All Probability Escaped. He Had Put Off From The
_Morning Star_, When She Was Sinking, In One Of Her Best Boats; He And
Some Of His Lawless Helpmates, With A Bag Of Biscuit, A Cask Of Water,
And A Few Bottles That Probably Contained Rum. Whether They Succeeded In
Reaching A Port Or In Getting Picked Up, Was A Question; But It Was
Assumed They Had Done So.
The Owners Of The _Morning Star_, Half Paralyzed At The News Of So Daring
And Unusual An Outrage, Offered The Large Reward Of Five Hundred Pounds
For The Capture Of George Gordon; And Government Increased The Offer By
Two Hundred, Making It Seven In All.
Overwhelming Tidings For Clerk Gum And His Wife! A Brief Season Of
Agonized Suspense Ensued For The Poor Mother; Of Hopes And Fears As To
Whether Willy Was Amongst The Remnant Saved; And Then Hope Died Away, For
He Did Not Come.
Once More, For The Last Time, Clerk Gum Took A Journey, Not To London,
But To Liverpool. He Succeeded In Seeing The Officer Who Had Been
Saved; But He Could Give Him No Information. He Knew The Names Of The
First-Class Passengers, But Only A Few Of The Second-Class; And In That
Class Willy Had Most Likely Sailed.
The Clerk Described His Son; And The Officer Thought He Remembered Him:
He Had A Good Deal Of Gold On Board, He Said. One Of The Passengers Spoke
More Positively. Yes, By Clerk Gum's Description, He Was Sure Willy Gum
Had Been His Fellow-Passenger In The Second Cabin, Though He Did Not
Recollect Whether He Had Heard His Name. It Seemed, Looking Back, That
The Passengers Had Hardly Had Time To Become Acquainted With Each Other's
Names, He Added. He Was Sure It Was The Young Man; Of Very Light
Complexion, Ready And Rather Loose (If Mr. Gum Would Excuse His Saying
So) In Speech. He Had Made Thoroughly Good Hauls Of Gold At The Last, And
Was Going Home To Spend It. He Was The Second Killed, Poor Fellow; Had
Risen Up With A Volley Of Oaths (Excuses Begged Again) To Defend The
Captain, And Was Struck Down And Killed.
Poor Jabez Gum Gasped. _Killed?_ Was The Gentleman _Sure_? Quite Sure;
And, Moreover, He Saw His Body Thrown Overboard With The Rest Of The
Dead. And The Money--The Gold? Jabez Asked, When He Had Somewhat
Recovered Himself. The Passenger Laughed--Not At The Poor Father, But At
The Worse Than Useless Question; Gold And Everything Else On Board The
_Morning Star_ Had Gone Down With Her To The Bottom Of The Sea.
A Species Of Savage Impulse Rose In The Clerk's Mind, Replacing His First
Emotion Of Grief; An Impulse That Might Almost Have Led Him To Murder The
Villain Gordon, Could He Have Come Across Him. Was There A Chance That
The Man Would Be Taken? He Asked. Every Chance, If He Dared Show His Face
In England, The Passenger Answered. A Reward Of Seven Hundred Pounds Was
An Inducement To The Survivors To Keep Their Eyes Open; And They'd Do It,
Besides, Without Any Reward. Moreover--If Gordon Had Escaped, His
Comrades In The Boat Had Escaped With Him. They Were Lawless Men Like
Himself, Every One Of Them, And They Would Be Sure To Betray Him When
They Found What A Price Was Set Upon His Capture.
Clerk Gum Returned Home, Bearing To His Wife And Calne The Final Tidings
Which Crushed Out All Hope. Mrs. Gum Sank Into A State Of Wild Despair.
At First It Almost Seemed To Threaten Loss Of Reason. Her Son Had Been
Her Sole Idol, And The Idol Was Shattered. But To Witness Unreasonably
Violent Grief In Others Always Has A Counteracting Effect On Our Own,
And Mr. Gum Soothed His Sorrow And Brought Philosophy To His Aid.
"Look You," Said He, One Day, Sharply To His Wife, When She Was Crying
And Moaning, "There's Two Sides To Every Calamity,--A Bright And A Dark
'Un;" For Mr. Gum Was Not In The Habit Of Treating His Wife, In The
Privacy Of Their Domestic Circle, To The Quality-Speech Kept For The
World. "He Is Gone, And We Can't Help It; We'd Have Welcomed Him Home If
We Could, And Killed The Fatted Calf, But It Was God's Will That It
Shouldn't Be. There May Be A Blessing In It, After All. Who Knows But He
Might Have Broke Out Again, And Brought Upon Us What He Did Before, Or
Worse? For My Part, I Should Never Have Been Without The Fear; Night And
Morning It Would Always Have Stood Before Me; Not To Be Driven Away. As
It Is, I Am At Rest."
She--The Wife--Took Her Apron From Her Eyes And Looked At Him With A Sort
Of Amazed Anger.
"Gum! Do You Forget That He Had Left Off His Evil Ways, And Was Coming
Home To Be A Comfort To Us?"
"No, I Don't Forget It," Returned Mr. Gum. "But Who Was To Say That The
Mood Would Last? He Might Have Got Through His Gold, However Much It Was,
And Then--. As It Is,
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