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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Huron Expositor, 1921-05-27, Page 7emDarom may Frances Hodgson Burnett 'reroute—William Briggs, ' (Continued from last week,) Then Tembarom had appeared, heralded by Mrs. Rowse and the G. Destroyer, and the first time their eyes had met across the table.she had liked him. The liking had in- creased. There was that in his boy- ish cheer and his not -too -well -fed - looking face which called forth ma- ternal interest. As she gradually learned what his life had been, she felt a thrilled anxiety to hear day by day how he Was getting on. She listened for details, and felt it nec- essary to gather herself together in the face of a slight depression when hopes of Galton were less high than usual. Has mending was mysterious- ly done, and in time be knew with amazed gratitude that he was being "looked after." His first thanks were so aWloward, but so full of apprecia- tion of unaccustomed luxury, that they almost brought tears to her eyes, since they so clearly illuminat- ed the entire novelty of any atten- tion whatever. "I just don't know what to say," be said, -shuffling from one foot to another though his nice grin was at it's best. "I've never had a woman do anything for me since I was ten. I guess women do lots of things for most fellows; but, then, they're mo- thers and sisters and aunts. I ap- preciate it Nike—like thunder. I feel as if I was Rockefeller, Miss Ann." In a short time she 'hr become "Little Ann' to him, as to the rest, and they began to know 'each other very well. Jim Bowles and Julius Steinbenger had'not been able to re- strain themselves at first from mak- ing slangy, yearning love to her, but Tembarom had been different. He had kept himself well in hand. Yes, she had liked T. Tembarom and as she packed the trunks she realized that the Atlantic Ocean was three thousand miles across, and when two people who had no money were sep- arated by it, they were likely to re- main so. Rich people could travel, poor people couldn't. You just stay- ed where things toelk you, and you mustn't be silly enough to expect things to happen in your class of life—things like seeing people again. Your life just went on. She kept herself very busy, and did not allow her thoughts any latitude. It would vex her father very much if he thought she had really grown fond of America and was rather sorry to go away. She had finished her pack- ing before evening, and the trunks were labeled and set aside, some in the outside hall and some in the corner of the room. She had sat dawn with some mending on her lap, and Hutchinson was walking about the room with the restlessness of the traveler whose approaching jour- ney will not let him settle himself anywhere. "I'll lay a shilling you've got everything packed and ready, and put just where a chap can lay his hands on it," he said. "Yes, Father. Your tweed cap's in the big pocket of your thick top -coat and .there's an extra pair of spectacles and your pipe and tobacco in the small one." "And off we go back to England same as we came!" He rubbed his head, and drew a big, worried sigh. "Where's them going?" he asked, pointing to some neelly laundered clothing on a side table. "You haven't forgotten 'ens, have you?" "No, Father, It's just some of the young men's washing. I thought I'd take time to mend them up a bit before I went to bed." "That's like tha mother, too—tak- ing care of everybody. What 'did these chaps do before you came?" "Sometimes they tried to sew on a button or so themselves, but of- tener they went without. Men make poor work of sowing. It oughtn't to be expected of them." Hutchinson stopped and looked her and 'her mending over with a touch of curiosity. ' . `dome of them's Tembarom's?" he asked. -- Little •-• Little Ann held up a pair of socks. "These are. He does wear them out, poor fellow. It's tramping up and down the streets to save care - fare does it. He's never got a 'heel to his name. But he's going to he able to buy some new' ones next week." Hutchinson began his tramp again. "He'll miss thee, Little Ann; but soli the other lads, for that matter. "He'll know to -night 'whether Mr. Calton's .going to let him keep his work. I do hope he will. I believe he'd begin to get on." "Well,"—Hutchinson was just a little grudging even at this compar- atively lenient moment,—"I believe the chap']] got on myself. He's got pluck and he's sharp. I never saw him make a poor mouth yet." "Neither did I," answered Ann. 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He Won't have thee long. He can't do no harm so long as I'm here." Little Ann went to the door and opened it. She spoke quietly. "Do you want to come in here, Mr. Strangeways?" The man came in. He was clean, but still unshaven, and his, clothes looked as though he had been lying down. He looked round the room anxiously. "Where has he •gone?" he demand- ed in an overstrung voice. "Where is he?" He caught at Ann's sleeve in a sudden access of nervous fear. "What shall I do if he's gone?" Hutchinson moved toward him. "'Ere, 'ere," he said, "don't you 'go catchin' hold of ladies. What do you want?" I've forgotten his name now. What shall. I do if I can't remember?" faltered Strangeways. Little Ann patted his arm comfort- ingly. There, there, now! You've not really forgotten it. It's just slipped your memory. You want Mr.-Tem- barom—Mr. T. Temlbarom." "Oh, thank you, thank you. That's it. Yes, Tembarom. He said T. Tembarom. Ile said he wouldn't throw .me over." Little Ann led him to a seat and made him sit down. She answered him with quiet decision. "Well, if he said he wouldn't, he won't. Will he, Fattier?" "No, he won't." There was rough' good nature in Hutchinson's admis- sion. He paused after it to glance at Ann. "You think a lot of that lad, don't you, Ann?" Yes, I do, Father," she replied un- disturbedly. "He's one you can trust too. He's up -town at his work," she explained to Strangeways. "He'll be back before long. He's giving us a bit of a supper in here because we're going away." Strangeways grew nervous again. "But he won't go' with you? T. Tembarom won't go?" "No, no; he's not going. He'll stay here," she said soothingly. He had evidently not observed the peek- ed and labeled trunks when he came in. He seemed to see them now, and rose in distress. "Whose are these? You said he wasn't going?" Ann took hold of his arm and led him to the corner. "They are not Mr. Tembarom's trunks," she explained. "They are father's and mine. Look on the lab- els. Joseph Hutchinson, Liverpool. Ann Hutchinson, Liverpool." Be looked at them closely in a puzzled way. He read a label aloud in a dragging voice. "Ann Hutchinson, Liverpool. What's—what's Liverpool?" "Oh, conic," encouraged Little Ann "you know that. It's a place in Eng- land. We're going 'back to England." He stood and gazed fixedly before him. Then he began to rub his fin- gers across his forehead. Ann knew the straining look in his eyes. He was making that horrible struggle to get bask somewhere through the darkness which shut him in. It ,was so painful a thing to see that even Hutchinson turned slightly away. "Don't." said little Ann, softly, and tried to draw him away. He caught his breath convulsively once 'or twice, and his voice dragged out words again, as though he were dragging' them from bottomless depths. "C o i n g—lbs ck—to—England--ibacki to England—to England." He dropped into a chair near by, his arms thrown over its 'back, and broke, as his face fell upon them, into heavy, deadly sobbing—the kind of sobbing Tembarom had found it impossible to stand up against. Hutchinson whirled about testily. "Dang it!" he broke out, "I wish Tenfbarom'd turn up. What are we to do?" He didn't like it himself. It struck him as unseenly. But Ann went to the chair, and put her hands on the shuddering shoulder, bending over the soul - wrung creature, the wisdom of cen- turies in the soft, expostulatory voice which seemed to reach the very darkness lie was lost in. it was a wisdom of which she was wholly un- aware, but it had been horn with her, and was the building of her being. "'Si! 'S -h -h!" she said. "You mustn't do that. Mr. Tembarom wouldn't like you to do it. Hell be in directly. 'Sh! 'Sh, now!" And simple as the words were, their soothing reached him. The wildness of his sobs grew less. "See here," Hutchinson 'protested, "this won't do, my man. I won't have it, Ann. I' upset myself, what with this going hack and everything. I can't have a chap coming and crying like that there. It upsets me worse than ever. Andhangin' you an in 'g over him! It won't do." Strangeways lifted his head from his arms and looked at him, "Aye, I mean what I say," Hutch- inson added fretfully. Stranigeways got up from the chair. When he was not bowed or slouching it was to be seen that he was a. tall man with square shoul- ders. Despite his unshaven, haggard face, he had a sort of presence. "I'll 'go back to my room," he said. "I forget. I ought not to be heret+ Neither Hutchinson nor de' Ann had' ever seen any one' do the thing' e did next. Wand; Ann went wall him to the door of the hall bedroom he took her .hand, and -bowing low. before her,' lifted it gently, to hie lips, Hutchinson stared at him as be turned into the goons and closed the door behind him. "'Well, Itye, read of lords and ladles dein' that in books," he said, "but I' never thought I should see a chap do it myself." Little Ann went back to her mend- ing, looking very thoughtful. Father," she said, after a few moments, "England made him come near to remembering something." "New York'll come near making me remember a lot of things when I'm out .of it," said Mr. Hutchinson, sit- ting down heavily in his chair and rubbing his head. "Eh, dang it! Bang it!" Don't you let it, Father," advised Little Ann. "There's never any good in thinking things over." "You're not as cheerful yourself as you let on, he said. "You've not I got much color to -day, my lass." She rubbed one cheek a little, try- ing to laugh. I shall get it back when we go and stay with grandmother. It's just staying indoors too much. Mr. Tern- barom won't be long now; I'll get up and set the table. The things are on a tray outside." As she was going out of the room, Jim Bowles and Julius Steinberge appeared at the door, May we come in?" Jim ask eagerly. "We've invited to the oy ster stew, and it's time old T. T was here. Jullius and me are jus getting dyppy waiting up -stairs hear if he's made good with Gal ton." Well, now, you sit down and be quiet a bit, or you'll be losing your appetites," advised Ann. You can't lose a thing the size of mine," answered Jim, "any more than „you could lose the Metropoli- tan Opera -house." Ann turned her head and paused as though she were listening. She heard footsteps in the lower hall. ":He's coming now," she announc- ed. "I know his sten. He's tired. Don't go yet, you two," she added as the pair prepared to rush to meet him. "When any one's that tired he wants to wash his face, and talk when he's ready. If you'll just go back to your room I'll call you when I've set the table."" She felt that she wanted a little more quiet during the next few min- utes than she could have if they re- mained and talked at the top of elat- ed voices. She had not quite realized how anxiously she had been waiting all day for the hour when she would hear what had happened. If he was all right, it would be a nice thing to remember when she was in England. In this moderate form she expressed herself mentally. "It would be a nice thing to remember." She spread the cloth on the table and began to lay out the plates. Involuntarily she found herself stopping to 'glance at the hall bedroom door and listen rath- er intently. "I hope he's .got it. I do that. I'm sure he has. He ought to." Huthinson looked over at her. She was that like her mother, that lass! "You're excited, Ann," he said. "Yes, Father, I am—a 'bit. He's —he's washing his face now." Sounds of splashing water could be heard through the intervening door. Hutchinson watched 'her with some uneasiness. "You care a lot for that lad," he said, idle did not look fluttered. Her answer was 'quite candid. "I said I did, Father. He's taking off his boots." "You know every sound he makes, and you're going away Saturday, and you'll never see hint again." "That needn't stop me caring. It never did any one any barns to care for one of his sort." "But it can't come to anything," Hutchinson began to 'bluster. It won't do—" He's coming to the door, .he's turning the handle," said Little Ann. Tembarom came in. He was fresh with recent face washing, and his hair was damp, so that a short lock curl- ed and stood up. He had been up town making frantic efforts for hours but he had been making them in a spirit of victorious relief, and he did not look tired at all. "I've got it!" he cried out the mo- ment he entered, "I've got it, by jingo! The jo'b's mine for keeps." "Galton's give it to you out and out?" Hutchinson was slightly ex- cited himself. "He's in the bulliest humor you ever sane. He says I've done first- rate, and if I go on, he'll run me up to thirty." "Well, I'm Banged glad of dt, lad, that I am!" Hutchinson gave in handsomely. "You put backbone in- y0 tta' Littfp 14,X111 }} h ,(tear, smiling: Tier smile et Teltt's. "I itMOwlyou d, Little Ann," he said. "I'd never have get .tire. .but far you. It was up to me, after the 'way you etextled- me." PINK tpiow I'm glad without me hottingg you," she' answered. "I'm rig'htdown glad." And it was at'this moment that Mrs. Bowae came Into the room, "It's too bad it's happenedjust now," he said, much flustered. `That's the way with things. The stew'lh • spoil, but lie ,says it's real import- ant " Tembarom caught at both her hands and shook them. "I've got it; M'xs. Bowse. Here's your soniety reporter! The best - looking boarder you've got is going to be able to pay his 'board steady." "i'm as glad as can be, and so will everybody be. I knew you'd get it. But this gentleman's been here twice to -day. He say; he really must see you." "Let him wait," Hutchinson order- ed. "What's the chap want? The stew won't be fit. to eat." "No, it won't," answered Mrs,. Rowse; "trait he seems to think he's not the kind to be put off. He says it's more Mr. Tenibarom's business than his. He looked real mad when I showed him into the parlor, where they were playing the pianola, He asked wasn't there a private room where you could talk" A certain flurried interest in the r manner of Mrs. Howse, a something not usually awakened t•y inoppor- ed tune callers, an actual suggestion of _ the possible fact that like was not as indifferent as She was nervous, t somewhat awakened Mr. Ilutehinson's to curiosity. Look here,", he volunteered, "if he's got any real business, he can't talk over to.the tune of the pianola you can bring him up here, Tembar- om. I'll see he don't stay long if his business isn't worth tallkin' about. He'll see the table set for supper, and that'll hurry him." "Oh, gee! I wish be hadn't come!" said Tembarom. "I'll just go down and see what he wants. No one's got any swell private business with me." "You bring him up if he has," said Hutchinson: "We'd like to hear a- bout it." Tembarom ran down the stairs quickly. No one had ever wanted to see him on business before. There was something important -sounding about it; perhaps things were starting up for him in real earnest. It might be a message from Galton, though he could not believe that he had at this early stage reached such a distinc- tion. A ghastly thought shot a bolt at him, but he shook himself free of it. "He's not a fellow to go back on his word, anyhow," he insisted. There were more boarders than usual in the parlor. The young wo- man from the notion counter had company, and one of her guests was playing "He sut'nly was Good to Me" on the pianola with loud and steady tread of pedal. 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