Guv'nor and me gets on very well together, for I was with him in his worst times, when he used to work in his shirt-sleeves aside me; and many's the time I've gone into little contract jobs with him, to calculate the expense, when from being over-anxious to get work he'd take the jobs a deal too low, and so I used to tell him. But we always got on together, and I'll tell you how it was I got along with him.

I always could carpenter a bit, but most of my time's been spent as a painter--'prenticed to it, you know, and spent seven years with a drunken master to learn 'most nothing, 'cept what I picked up myself.

Well, I couldn't get a job in town, so I was on the look-out round the outside, when I came to our guv'nor's place, where he was at work with two men, and him doing about as much as both of 'em. No use to try on for carpentering, I thinks, so I sets up the painting sign and goes in.

"Well," says the guv'nor, "I can give you a job if you can grain."

Now that was a rum 'un, for I was only a plain painter, and no grainer; but after three weeks' hard lines, wife and family at home, and work awful, it did seem tantalising to a willing man to have a week's wages shown him if he could only do one particular thing. Of course I had dodged it a bit before, but I wasn't a grainer, and I knowed it well enough; but I thinks to myself, "Well, this is outside London, where people ain't so very artis-like in their ideas, and perhaps I can manage it--so here goes. I can but try, and if I misses, why, it ain't a hanging matter." So I says, "Well; I wouldn't undertake none of your superfine walnuts, and bird's-eye maples, and marbles; but if it's a bit of plain oak I'm your man."

"Well," he says, "that'll do; it's only plain oak; and, if you like, you can begin priming and going on at once. There's paints and brushes, but you must find your own graining tools."

At it I goes like a savage, and then I found as there was a week's work for me before I need touch the graining; for there was priming, and first and second coats; and so I went on, but thinking precious hard about the bit of graining I should have to do. "Nothing venture, nothing gain," I says; and that night I was hard at it after work--ah!

and right up to four o'clock in the morning--trying to put a bit of oak grain on to a piece of smooth deal. I'd got a brush or two, and some colour, and a couple of them comb-like things we uses; and there I was, with the missus trying to keep her eyes open and pretending to sew, while I painted and streaked, and then smudged it about with a bit of rag; and I'm blest if I didn't put some grain on that piece of wood as would have made Mother Nature stare--knots, and twists, and coa.r.s.e grain, and shadings as I could have laughed at if I hadn't been so anxious. You see, the nuisance of it was, it looked so easy when another man did it: touches over with his colour, streaks it down with his comb, and then with a rag gives a smudge here and there, and all so lightly, and there it is done. But I couldn't, though I tried till the missus nodded, so I was obliged to send her to bed for fear she'd set her cap afire; and then I goes to the pump and has a reg'lar good sloosh, and touches my face over with the cold water, when after a good rub I goes at it again quite fresh.

I can't think now how many times I rubbed the paint off with the dirty rag, but a good many I know, and the clock had gone three when I was still at it, with every try seeming to be worse than the last; but still I kept on till I seemed to hear it strike four in a m.u.f.fled sort of way, and then the next thing I heard was the wife calling me, for it was five o'clock, and I had a long way to walk to get to my work.

As soon as I could get my head off the table, and pull myself together, the first thing I did was to look at my graining; and some how or other it didn't look so very much amiss; but still it warn't anything like what it ought to be, as I knowed well enough. All that day I was thinking it over, and best part of that dinner-hour I stopped in the shop trying it on again.

Just as I was going to smudge a piece over, and finish my bit of bread and meat, not feeling at all satisfied, I gives a jump, for some one behind me says,--

"Very neat, indeed. Bit of old oak, I suppose. You'd better do them shutters that style of grain."

Well, do you know, if I didn't look at the guv'nor--for him it was--to see whether he warn't a joking me; but, bless you, no; he was as serious as a judge: so feeling all the while like a great humbug, as I was, I says, "Werry well, sir," finished my dinner, and then got to work again.

It turned out as I expected, just a whole week before I had to begin graining; and what with about an hour a day, and four more every night, I got on pretty well, especially after giving a chap two pots of ale to put me up to a wrinkle or two; and now I sometimes pa.s.s by that very bit of graining, and though of course I could do it a deal better now, I don't feel so very much ashamed of it.

But along of my guv'nor. What a fight that man did have surely; and how well I used to know when he was running short on Sat.u.r.days: he'd look ten years older those times; and over and over again I've felt ashamed to take the money; but one couldn't do without it, you know, on account of the little ones and wife. Last of all, though, we got to understand one another--the guv'nor and me; and this was how it was: he'd been worse nor usual, and was terribly hard-up, for he'd been buying wood and paying for it; for though he could have plenty of credit now as he don't want it, in those days not a bit of stuff could he get without putting the money down. Well, having next to no capital, this bothered him terribly; and after paying two men on Sat.u.r.day, I felt pretty sure as he was run close, and stood hanging about in the shop, not knowing whether to go in to the house or be off home; and at last I did go home and told the wife about it, and she said we could hold out two or three weeks very well, if I thought the guv'nor would pay by-and-by. But I soon settled that, for I knew my man, and so I set down quietly to my tea, and was sticking a bit of bread-and-b.u.t.ter in one little open beak and a bit in another, when there comes a knock at the door, and I turned red all over, for I felt it was the guv'nor; and so it was, and he'd brought my wages, when, as he stood in my bit of a kitchen holding out the three-and-thirty shillings, I couldn't for the life of me help looking at where his watch-chain hung, and it warn't there.

I meant to do it neatly, and without hurting his feelings, for him and his wife had been very kind to us when we had the sickness in the house; but, you see, it warn't a bit of graining, and I regularly m.u.f.fed the job when I told him to let it stand for two or three weeks, as we could do till then. Next moment he had hold of my hand, shaking it heartily, and then next after that he broke down in a humbled, mortified sort of a way; and when the wife hurried the children up the staircase, out of sight, poor chap! he sat down, laid his head on his hand, and groaned.

"Cheer up," I says, "it'll be all right soon."

"Right! yes," he says, jumping up. "But it ain't that," he says; "it's meeting a friend where I didn't expect one;" and then he was gone.

I was sitting at breakfast next morning (Sunday) when the garden gate rattles, and there was the guv'nor coming in such a hurry. Never stops to knock, but in he comes and shakes hands hearty; and then, without speaking, stuffs a letter into my hand. "Head it," he says, "last post, last night," and I did; but what I took most notice of was a long strip of paper with "197 pounds 10 shillings 6 pence" written on it, just under the name of one of the London bankers.

Yes, we had a pleasant dinner, a comfortable cup of tea, and a cosy supper with the guv'nor that day; and uncommon good friends we've been ever since. I do all sorts at the shop, so that there's always a job, and though people say "Jack of all trades--master of none," I think a man might follow French suit and know two trades and master them both, so as when work falls one way he has a chance the other. Poor folks often get hunted by the wolf Poverty, and it would not be amiss to take a lesson from the burrowing animals, and have two holes--to get out of one when t'other happened to be stopped.

CHAPTER SIX.

A CABMAN'S STORY.

"Hope I see you well, sir. Thanky, sir, I ain't had such a cigar since as you give me that day. You'll often find me on this stand, sir, and happy to drive yer at any time, either on the box or inside. But I say, you know, sir, how about putting a feller in print? Fine game some of our chaps made on it, because they said as they knew it all by heart.

You see I don't like to wherrit people with my old stories; but when I can get any one to listen I du like to talk a bit. You can't form no idea of the things as we hears and sees; and I believe it would do any man good to drive a keb for a twelvemonth; it's both wonderful what you'd pick up, and how you'd git picked up. Here's your poets writing about green banks and flowers, and shepherds and shepherdesses, and love and stuff; why I've had no end of love-making in my keb here. Young ladies and young swells, whose pars and mars ain't agreeable like, makes a.s.signations and hires a keb by the hour, to be drove up and down, and the driver often looking as innocent as you please. I don't dislike them sorter jobs, for you see, when he says 'How much, kebby?' one can lay it on a bit, for he won't look shabby by disputing the fare before the young lady. But, Lor' bless you, they'd pay anything just at them times, for money seems no object--everythink's sweet, and when it rains I think they fancies as it's all sugar and water.

"There was one old chap as I drove regular; he used to come to my stand twice a week, and after the first time I always knew what to do. Ah! he was a fine old chap, and had been a orficer or somethin' of that sort.

Big mustarsh, yer know, and whiskers white as snow, and a hye! Ah, his was a hye, his were! Talk about tellin' soldiers to charge! why, they couldn't do no other with him a lookin' at 'em; though if he hadn't been a good sort I don't think as I could have done much in charging my fashion, you know. It was a pleasure to see him walk--as upright as his old gold-headed cane. Seven bob a week he was to me reg'lar, and I used to look out for his old white head a-coming round the corner about three o'clock in the arternoon, and then I used to drive him right off to Kensal-green Cemetery, where he'd get down, and I always waited for him half an hour, when out he'd come, looking as fierce and stiff as ever, get into the keb, 'Home,' he'd say, giving his stick a bit of a flourish, just as if it were a sword; and home it was.

"About the seccun time we went, I walks permiscus up to the gatekeeper-- stiff-looking chap, too, with only one eye, and a touch o' the k'mishionaire about him, only he hadn't got no empty sleeve hanging to his b.u.t.ton and didn't wear no mustarchers; but all the same, I sets him down as having handled the musket some time, and so he had. Well, I walks up to him slowly and 'spectfully, showin' him all the time as I know'd as I was only a kebman, and had learned to order myself lowly and reverently to all my betters, you know; and this iled him a bit, so as he went easy, and we got into conversation. I draws him on by degrees; for these gatekeepers is werry great swells in their way, as any one may see for hisself by getting a haporth o' curds and whey at one of the parks, and studying the inflooence of a gold band round a man's hat.

'Taint everybody as notices it, but it's wonderful how that ere yaller metal stiffens a feller's neck. Look at flunkeys, for instance--decent chaps enough, some on 'em, till they gets a bit o' lace on their hats, and then they're as proud on it as a fresh-moulted c.o.c.katoo. Never wore no lace on my hat; but shouldn't mind wearing a little more nap.

"Let's see where had I got to? Ah, I know. Most extinguished myself with them gold-band hats. You see, I was a saying as them gatekeepers is big swells, and wants careful handling. They're the sort of chaps that wun would like to buy at wun's own wallyation and sell at theirs.

Payin' spec that to anybody; only I'm 'fraid as the market would soon get choked. Well, fust thing I does is to fall werry much in love with the flowers in his windy, and quite 'spectfully arsts the name of 'em; when, bein' a bit of a gardener, he comes out with some thunderin' great furrin word, as I knows jolly well he didn't know the meanin' on; and I says, 'Oh!' as if I was werry much obliged, and takes hold o' one werry gently, and has a smell, and then thinks a great deal o' the size of the blossoms, and so on; till, as if it was takin' a great liberty, I arsts if he couldn't cut me just one. Jest what he wanted, yer know; and making a terrible fuss over it, and explaining the wally of the plant, he snips me off a bit, and I sticks it in my b.u.t.ton-hole, while he looked as pleased as some o' those old buffers in white weskets as puts shillings in plates when there's a k'lection, and then thinks as they've been patrons: for some folks do love to be arskt favours, and then comes the grandee as they grants 'em.

"So then I goes on a fishin' and a fishin', and calls him 'sir,' and arsts his opinion of Common Garden, and so on, till at last I hooks him, and--

"Coo-o-ome orn! What are yer up to, Nosey? Never was such a 'oss as you for lookin' arter the main chance. That wasn't a sixpence, stoopid, and if it was I'd a got off and picked it up without yer going down on yer knees. Never was such a 'oss as this here, sir. He's a Paddy--come out of a Roman Catholic country, yer know; and blest if he ain't allus a tryin' to go down on his knees. Fancies every crossin'-sweeper he sees is a holy father, and wants to confess, I suppose. It's a natteral weakness of his, and it's taken all the hair off his knees. I paints 'em up a bit so as to hide the worst of it, but he's allus a tryin' it on. Get along, do.

"Well, I hooks him, you know--the gatekeeper, I means--and arter playin'

him a bit he was as civil as you please; gets down off his stilts, and was ready to tell me anything. So then I gets to know as my gentleman was an old colonel as had buried a daughter there two months afore, and had allus come twice a week ever since to have a look at the place.

'An',' says Mr Crusp--that was the gatekeeper's name--'an', as you may find out yourself if you go, I've got geranums an' stocks, an' werbenas, quite a show on 'em, for the old gentleman said he should like to see some flowers there.' And just then out comes the old orficer, and I drives off.

"Well, sir, things goes on like this here for a matter o' months, and--

"Just look at that, now. Coome orn, stoopid. Blest if ever there was sich a 'oss. It's pounds outer my pocket; but the guv'nor don't care, bless yer, as long as I take in my reg'lar dose every day. Jest look at that, now; pulling up short right in the middle of the road, cos them Jarmans was blowin' up a row. Likes music, I spose; so do I, when I can get it good, and so does everybody, it seems to me. I was a talking to a gentleman only t'other day, jest as I may be to you, and he says, says he, 'It's my opinion that if you give the working cla.s.ses good music, joined to good words, they wouldn't notice them rubbishing music-hall things, as only goes down because they're tacked on to a pretty tune.'

And he's right, yer know, and he's a man as has done a good deal towards improving the working people. Why, only see if a pretty tune comes up if it isn't whistled and sung all over the town--ah, and the country too--in no time; and what's more, it ain't forgotten neither. Yer see, to like yer fine books and poetry a man wants eddication; but it comes nateral to him to love a pretty tune. I ain't up to much, yer know, but I can't stand the rubbish as folks goes and wags their heads to--and what for? only because they can't get anything better. Who says common folks don't love music! Just take 'em and show 'em the crowds arter the soldiers' and volunteer bands, and in the parks, and then, perhaps, they'll alter their tune; and--look at that, now, if I ain't gone right away from the story. Shouldn't do for a speaker, I shouldn't, for it seems to me as I'm like my old 'oss, Nosey--allus wants to turn down the fust turning as comes. There he goes. Coo-o-me orn.

"Well, things goes on for a matter o' months, and twiste a week I pockets my three-and-six; but I keeps thinking as it couldn't last much longer. 'So the old gentleman got tired,' says you. Right you are! He did get tired at last, but not as you might think. He allus came same time, and stopped same time, and then I drove him back to his own door.

Summer went by. The gals had cried the lavendy up and down the streets, and the swells had all gone outer town to the sea-side and the furrin waterin' places; and for long enough, whenever a decent job had come, it had been luggage on the roof, and a bundle of sticks and umbrellys inside, and then off to some railway station or another. Kensington Gardings was a rainin' yaller leaves all day long, while the robins was tunin' up their melancholy little pipes, just as if there was no one else left to sing, and they was werry miserable becos the cold weather was a-comin'; while there was no sing left in me, for my asthmy was a beginning to tickle me up a bit, as it allus does in autumn time; but still my old gentleman comes as reg'lar as clockwork.

"One afternoon, as I was sitting on my box, rather cold and chilly, for the fog was a-comin' creepin' on earlier nor usual, I was amusin' myself a pickin' ov a few walnuts--eight a penny, you know, without the port wine and salt. It was a dull sort of time, when you could hear the m.u.f.fin bell a-going down the side streets; and the fires shining through the window-blinds looked warm and cosy. I was a pickin' and growlin'

away at my nuts--for they didn't skin easy, besides being werry dry, when who should I see a-comin' but my reg'lar fare. Up he comes along the street, straight and stiff as a drill-sergeant, and though half a dozen whips runs up touting for the job, he never takes no notice of 'em, and I draws up to the kerb, jumps down to let him in, and opens the door, when he stops with one leg in the keb.

"Yer see, this wasn't a reg'lar thing, for arter the first time I allus knew what he wanted, and we understood one another, so that it was all done this way: jump in--set down--take up agin--set down agin--pay up-- touch yer 'at--jump on the box--and nary word spoken. Sooted him, yer know; and it sooted me; so what more did you want? But now on this day it was diffurnt, for, as I said afore, he stops with one leg in the keb, and begins to speak, quite pleasant, and quiet, and civil, as a gentleman could speak, and he says, 'Kebman, I thank you for your attention. Here's a suffrin for you. Drive on.'

"In course, I thanked him; but he didn't seem to want to be talked to, and I drives on, thinking it was a rum start paying aforehand. Not as I'd got anything to grumble about, for a suffrin warn't to be sneezed at, as the sayin' is. So I drives up to the cemetery gates; sets him down; puts the nose-bag on the mare I drove then; an' lights my pipe.

"One pipe allus used to do for me while he went in and came out; so I used to smoke it, and then put it away. But this time he didn't come back so soon as usual, or else, being a bit outer sorts in stummick and pocket, I'd smoked faster; so I pulls it out and lights up agen, and a good deal o' bother I had, I remember, for the matches was damp, and there was I a-rubbin' one arter the other again the pipe bowl for long enough, inside my hat.

"Well, I finished that pipe, and then another, for it seemed to me as he was having a long stay on the strength of the suffrin. 'And welcome,' I says; for, of course, being a good sort, I wasn't going to grudge him an hour. But it got to be more than an hour, and dusky, and foggy, and damp; and that blessed rheumatic shoulder o' mine began a-going it orful. It was just for all the world as though some one had made a hole right through the blade-bone, and then, shovin' a piece of clothes-line through, was a sawin' of it backards and furards. Then it began to rain a little--mizzly, yer know--and the mare havin' tossed her old nose-bag about till she couldn't get not anuther taste o' chaff, let alone a hoat or a bean, stands hanging all together like, same as those fiery steeds as they used to send up under a balloon, Cremorne way, years ago, and lookin' for all the world like a hannimal cut out for the knackers.

"Last of all out comes Mr Crusp, all hot tea and b.u.t.tered toast, shining beautiful, and looking as though he'd been going on to the tune o' four cups and three rounds. Then he begins to fasten up; and 'Ulloa!' says he, 'what are you a-waitin' for?' 'Colonel,' says I.

'Out long ago,' says he. 'No,' says I; 'he's been in more'n two hours.'

Well, he looks gallus hard at me, and then he says, 'He must ha' gone out without you seein' of him. He's give you the slip.' 'Then he must ha' come away inside that there black omblibus with plumes on it, then,'

I says, for I knowed as I must ha' seen him if he had come out; and then I tells him about the suffrin.

"'Why didn't you say that afore,' says Crusp. 'You see if he ain't been and committed hisself, or fell a wictim to his sorrow.' And then he turns short round, and goes puffin' along one o' the side walks; while, knowin' as my old mare wouldn't run away to save her life, I follered.

"First we goes down a long gravel path where the 'santhemums was a hanging their heads, and seeming as if they was a crying; but then all the trees I could see in the dim light was covered with tears. Then Crusp leads off across a flower garding like, all covered with graves and stones; and somehow, stumbling along in a big old box coat, I manages to fall right over one of 'em; but when I pulled myself together agen, and gets up to the gatekeeper, I finds him standing aside my reg'lar fare, who was lying down there in the wet gra.s.s with his cheek agin a grave, and one arm stretched right over it: while in t'other was a long lock of dark hair. His hat had rolled off, and his own long white hair lay loose among the dead flowers and damp gra.s.s; and turning all of a tremble, I stoops down beside him, and Crusp whispers, so quiet and solemn, 'He's gone to her!'

"For a moment or two I couldn't believe it, for there in the dusk it seemed as though he was only crying over the restin'-place of his poor child. I didn't like to speak, for it all seemed so strange and solemn: there was the 'drip--drip--drip' from the trees, and now and then a sad mournful sort of sigh as the wind swept by; and I don't know how it was, but sad times seemed to come up again and take hold of a fellow's heart; so that dim as it all was before, it turned worse, till one could hardly see at all, and though the rain came slowly down, it seemed right and nateral to take off one's hat; and we both did, and then stole away on tiptoe to fetch more help.

"That allus comes back in the autumn time, when the leaves are falling, and the rain drips slowly down; and then, feeling quite melancholy-like, I can see again as plain as can be that fine old man restin' his head upon the grave, with his silver hair all spread out upon the gra.s.s, and him taking his rest from his troubles.

"Here we are, sir,--'Tannic Gardings; and, if it's all the same to you, I'll just give that old 'oss a feed and a rub down, while you and the ladies look through the green'ouses. Eases his jints a bit, yer see, and they runs werry stiff sometimes."