Friends in Need
R. Joseph Gibbs finished his half-pint in the private bar of the Red Lionwith the slowness of a man unable to see where the next was coming from,and, placing the mug on the counter, filled his pipe from a small paperof tobacco and shook his head slowly at his companions."First I've 'ad since ten o'clock this morning," he said, in a hardvoice."Cheer up," said Mr. George Brown."It can't go on for ever," said Bob Kidd, encouragingly."All I ask for--is work," said Mr. Gibbs, impressively. "Not slavery,mind yer, but work.""It's rather difficult to distinguish," said Mr. Brown."'Specially for some people," added Mr. Kidd."Go on," said Mr. Gibbs, gloomily. "Go on. Stand a man 'arf a pint, andthen go and hurt 'is feelings. Twice yesterday I wondered to myself whatit would feel like to make a hole in the water.""Lots o' chaps do do it," said Mr. Brown, musingly."And leave their wives and families to starve," said Mr. Gibbs, icily."Very often the wife is better off," said his friend. "It's one mouthless for her to feed. Besides, she gen'rally gets something. When poreold Bill went they 'ad a Friendly Lead at the 'King's Head' and got hismissis pretty nearly seventeen pounds.""And I believe we'd get more than that for your old woman," said Mr.Kidd. "There's no kids, and she could keep 'erself easy. Not that Iwant to encourage you to make away with yourself."Mr. Gibbs scowled and, tilting his mug, peered gloomily into theinterior."Joe won't make no 'ole in the water," said Mr. Brown, wagging his head."If it was beer, now--"Mr. Gibbs turned and, drawing himself up to five feet three, surveyed thespeaker with an offensive stare."I don't see why he need make a 'ole in anything," said Mr. Kidd, slowly."It 'ud do just as well if we said he 'ad. Then we could pass the hatround and share it.""Divide it into three halves and each 'ave one," said Mr. Brown, nodding;"but 'ow is it to be done?""'Ave some more beer and think it over," said Mr. Kidd, pale withexcitement. "Three pints, please."He and Mr. Brown took up their pints, and nodded at each other. Mr.Gibbs, toying idly with the handle of his, eyed them carefully. "Mind,I'm not promising anything," he said, slowly. "Understand, I ain'ta-committing of myself by drinking this 'ere pint.""You leave it to me, Joe," said Mr. Kidd.Mr. Gibbs left it to him after a discussion in which pints played apersuasive part; with the result that Mr. Brown, sitting in the same barthe next evening with two or three friends, was rudely disturbed by thecyclonic entrance of Mr. Kidd, who, dripping with water, sank on a benchand breathed heavily."What's up? What's the matter?" demanded several voices."It's Joe--poor Joe Gibbs," said Mr. Kidd. "I was on Smith's wharfshifting that lighter to the next berth, and, o' course Joe must comeaboard to help. He was shoving her off with 'is foot when--"He broke off and shuddered and, accepting a mug of beer, pending thearrival of some brandy that a sympathizer had ordered, drank it slowly."It all 'appened in a flash," he said, looking round. "By the time I 'adrun round to his end he was just going down for the third time. I hungover the side and grabbed at 'im, and his collar and tie came off in myhand. Nearly went in, I did."He held out the collar and tie; and approving notice was taken of thefact that he was soaking wet from the top of his head to the middlebutton of his waistcoat."Pore chap!" said the landlord, leaning over the bar. "He was in 'ereonly 'arf an hour ago, standing in this very bar.""Well, he's 'ad his last drop o' beer," said a carman in a chastenedvoice."That's more than anybody can say," said the landlord, sharply. "I neverheard anything against the man; he's led a good life so far as I know,and 'ow can we tell that he won't 'ave beer?"He made Mr. Kidd a present of another small glass of brandy."He didn't leave any family, did he?" he inquired, as he passed it over."Only a wife," said Mr. Kidd; "and who's to tell that pore soul I don'tknow. She fair doated on 'im. 'Ow she's to live I don't know. I shalldo what I can for 'er.""Same 'ere," said Mr. Brown, in a deep voice."Something ought to be done for 'er," said the carman, as he went out."First thing is to tell the police," said the landlord. "They ought toknow; then p'r'aps one of them'll tell her. It's what they're paid for.""It's so awfully sudden. I don't know where I am 'ardly," said Mr. Kidd."I don't believe she's got a penny-piece in the 'ouse. Pore Joe 'ad alot o' pals. I wonder whether we could'nt get up something for her.""Go round and tell the police first," said the landlord, pursing up hislips thoughtfully. "We can talk about that later on."Mr. Kidd thanked him warmly and withdrew, accompanied by Mr. Brown.Twenty minutes later they left the station, considerably relieved at thematter-of-fact way in which the police had received the tidings, and,hurrying across London Bridge, made their way towards a small figuresupporting its back against a post in the Borough market."Well?" said Mr. Gibbs, snappishly, as he turned at the sound of theirfootsteps."It'll be all right, Joe," said Mr. Kidd. "We've sowed the seed.""Sowed the wot?" demanded the other.Mr. Kidd explained."Ho!" said Mr. Gibbs. "An' while your precious seed is a-coming up, wotam I to do? Wot about my comfortable 'ome? Wot about my bed and grub?"His two friends looked at each other uneasily. In the excitement of thearrangements they had for gotten these things, and a long and sometimespainful experience of Mr. Gibbs showed them only too plainly where theywere drifting."You'll 'ave to get a bed this side o' the river somewhere," said Mr.Brown, slowly. "Coffee-shop or something; and a smart, active man wotkeeps his eyes open can always pick up a little money."Mr. Gibbs laughed."And mind," said Mr. Kidd, furiously, in reply to the laugh, "anything welend you is to be paid back out of your half when you get it. And, wot'smore, you don't get a ha'penny till you've come into a barber's shop and'ad them whiskers off. We don't want no accidents."Mr. Gibbs, with his back against the post, fought for his whiskers fornearly half an hour, and at the end of that time was led into a barber's,and in a state of sullen indignation proffered his request for a "clean"shave. He gazed at the bare-faced creature that confronted him in theglass after the operation in open-eyed consternation, and Messrs. Kiddand Brown's politeness easily gave way before their astonishment."Well, I may as well have a 'air-cut while I'm here," said Mr. Gibbs,after a lengthy survey."And a shampoo, sir?" said the assistant."Just as you like," said Mr. Gibbs, turning a deaf ear to the frenziedexpostulations of his financial backers. "Wot is it?"He sat in amazed discomfort during the operation, and emerging with hisfriends remarked that he felt half a stone lighter. The information wasreceived in stony silence, and, having spent some time in the selection,they found a quiet public-house, and in a retired corner formedthemselves into a Committee of Ways and Means."That'll do for you to go on with," said Mr. Kidd, after he and Mr. Brownhad each made a contribution; "and, mind, it's coming off of your share."Mr. Gibbs nodded. "And any evening you want to see me you'll find me inhere," he remarked. "Beer's ripping. Now you'd better go and see my oldwoman."The two friends departed, and, to their great relief, found a little knotof people outside the abode of Mrs. Gibbs. It was clear that the newshad been already broken, and, pushing their way upstairs, they found thewidow with a damp handkerchief in her hand surrounded by attentivefriends. In feeble accents she thanked Mr. Kidd for his noble attemptsat rescue."He ain't dry yet," said Mr. Brown."I done wot I could," said Mr. Kidd, simply. "Pore Joe! Nobody couldha' had a better pal. Nobody!""Always ready to lend a helping 'and to them as was in trouble, he was,"said Mr. Brown, looking round."'Ear, 'ear!" said a voice."And we'll lend 'im a helping 'and," said Mr. Kidd, energetically. "Wecan't do 'im no good, pore chap, but we can try and do something for 'eras is left behind."He moved slowly to the door, accompanied by Mr. Brown, and catching theeye of one or two of the men beckoned them to follow. Under his ableguidance a small but gradually increasing crowd made its way to the "RedLion." For the next three or four days the friends worked unceasingly.Cards stating that a Friendly Lead would be held at the "Red Lion," forthe benefit of the widow of the late Mr. Joseph Gibbs, were distributedbroadcast; and anecdotes portraying a singularly rare and beautifulcharacter obtained an even wider circulation. Too late Wapping realizedthe benevolent disposition and the kindly but unobtrusive nature that haddeparted from it for ever.Mr. Gibbs, from his retreat across the water, fully shared his friends'enthusiasm, but an insane desire--engendered by vanity--to be present atthe function was a source of considerable trouble and annoyance to them.When he offered to black his face and take part in the entertainment as anigger minstrel, Mr. Kidd had to be led outside and kept there until suchtime as he could converse in English pure and undefiled."Getting above 'imself, that's wot it is," said Mr. Brown, as they wendedtheir way home. "He's having too much money out of us to spend; but itwon't be for long now.""He's having a lord's life of it, while we're slaving ourselves todeath," grumbled Mr. Kidd. "I never see'im looking so fat and well. Byrights he oughtn't to 'ave the same share as wot we're going to 'ave; heain't doing none of the work."His ill-humour lasted until the night of the "Lead," which, largely owingto the presence of a sporting fishmonger who had done well at the racesthat day, and some of his friends, realized a sum far beyond theexpectations of the hard-working promoters. The fishmonger led off byplacing a five-pound note in the plate, and the packed audience breathedso hard that the plate-holder's responsibility began to weigh upon hisspirits. In all, a financial tribute of thirty-seven pounds three andfourpence was paid to the memory of the late Mr. Gibbs."Over twelve quid apiece," said the delighted Mr. Kidd as he bade hisco-worker good night. "Sounds too good to be true."The next day passed all too slowly, but work was over at last, and Mr.Kidd led the way over London Bridge a yard or two ahead of the morephlegmatic Mr. Brown. Mr. Gibbs was in his old corner at the"Wheelwright's Arms," and, instead of going into ecstasies over the sumrealized, hinted darkly that it would have been larger if he had beenallowed to have had a hand in it."It'll 'ardly pay me for my trouble," he said, shaking his head. "It'svery dull over 'ere all alone by myself. By the time you two have 'adyour share, besides taking wot I owe you, there'll be 'ardly anythingleft.""I'll talk to you another time," said Mr. Kidd, regarding him fixedly."Wot you've got to do now is to come acrost the river with us.""What for?" demanded Mr. Gibbs."We're going to break the joyful news to your old woman that you're aliveafore she starts spending money wot isn't hers," said Mr. Kidd. "And wewant you to be close by in case she don't believe us."Well, do it gentle, mind," said the fond husband. "We don't want 'erscreaming, or anything o' that sort. I know 'er better than wot you do,and my advice to you is to go easy."He walked along by the side of them, and, after some demur, consented, asa further disguise, to put on a pair of spectacles, for which Mr. Kidd'swife's mother had been hunting high and low since eight o'clock thatmorning."You doddle about 'ere for ten minutes," said Mr. Kidd, as they reachedthe Monument, "and then foller on. When you pass a lamp-post 'old yourhandkerchief up to your face. And wait for us at the corner of your roadtill we come for you."He went off at a brisk pace with Mr. Brown, a pace moderated to one ofalmost funeral solemnity as they approached the residence of Mrs. Gibbs.To their relief she was alone, and after the usual amenities thanked themwarmly for all they had done for her."I'd do more than that for pore Joe," said Mr. Brown."They--they 'aven't found 'im yet?" said the widow.Mr. Kidd shook his head. "My idea is they won't find 'im," he said,slowly."Went down on the ebb tide," explained Mr. Brown; and spoilt Mr. Kidd'sopening."Wherever he is 'e's better off," said Mrs. Gibbs."No more trouble about being out o' work; no more worry; no more pain.We've all got to go some day."Yes," began Mr. Kidd; "but--"I'm sure I don't wish 'im back," said Mrs. Gibbs; "that would besinful.""But 'ow if he wanted to come back?" said Mr. Kidd, playing for anopening."And 'elp you spend that money," said Mr. Brown, ignoring the scowls ofhis friend.Mrs. Gibbs looked bewildered. "Spend the money?" she began."Suppose," said Mr. Kidd, "suppose he wasn't drownded after all? Onlylast night I dreamt he was alive.""So did I," said Mr. Brown."He was smiling at me," said Mr. Kidd, in a tender voice. "'Bob,' heses, 'go and tell my pore missis that I'm alive,' he ses; 'break it to'er gentle.'""It's the very words he said to me in my dream," said Mr. Brown. "Bitstrange, ain't it?""Very," said Mrs. Gibbs."I suppose," said Mr. Kidd, after a pause, "I suppose you haven't beendreaming about 'im?""No; I'm a teetotaller," said the widow.The two gentlemen exchanged glances, and Mr. Kidd, ever of an impulsivenature, resolved to bring matters to a head."Wot would you do if Joe was to come in 'ere at this door?" he asked."Scream the house down," said the widow, promptly."Scream--scream the 'ouse down?" said the distressed Mr. Kidd.Mrs. Gibbs nodded. "I should go screaming, raving mad," she said, withconviction."But--but not if 'e was alive!" said Mr. Kidd."I don't know what you're driving at," said Mrs. Gibbs. "Why don't youspeak out plain? Poor Joe is drownded, you know that; you saw it all,and yet you come talking to me about dreams and things."Mr. Kidd bent over her and put his hand affectionately on her shoulder."He escaped," he said, in a thrilling whisper. "He's alive and well.""WHAT?" said Mrs. Gibbs, starting back."True as I stand 'ere," said Mr. Kidd; "ain't it, George?""Truer," said Mr. Brown, loyally.Mrs. Gibbs leaned back, gasping. "Alive!" she said. "But 'ow? 'Ow canhe be?""Don't make such a noise," said Mr. Kidd, earnestly. "Mind, if anybodyelse gets to 'ear of it you'll 'ave to give that money back.""I'd give more than that to get 'im back," said Mrs. Gibbs, wildly. "Ibelieve you're deceiving me.""True as I stand 'ere," asseverated the other. "He's only a minute ortwo off, and if it wasn't for you screaming I'd go out and fetch 'im in.""I won't scream," said Mrs. Gibbs, "not if I know it's flesh and blood.Oh, where is he? Why don't you bring 'im in? Let me go to 'im.""All right," said Mr. Kidd, with a satisfied smile at Mr. Brown; "all ingood time. I'll go and fetch 'im now; but, mind, if you scream you'llspoil everything."He bustled cheerfully out of the room and downstairs, and Mrs. Gibbs,motioning Mr. Brown to silence, stood by the door with parted lips,waiting. Three or four minutes elapsed."'Ere they come," said Mr. Brown, as footsteps sounded on the stairs."Now, no screaming, mind!"Mrs. Gibbs drew back, and, to the gratification of all concerned, did notutter a sound as Mr. Kidd, followed by her husband, entered the room.She stood looking expectantly towards the doorway."Where is he?" she gasped."Eh?" said Mr. Kidd, in a startled voice. "Why here. Don't you know'im?""It's me, Susan," said Mr. Gibbs, in a low voice."Oh, I might 'ave known it was a joke," cried Mrs. Gibbs, in a faintvoice, as she tottered to a chair. "Oh,'ow cruel of you to tell me mypore Joe was alive! Oh, 'ow could you?""Lor' lumme," said the incensed Mr. Kidd, pushing Mr. Gibbs forward."Here he is. Same as you saw 'im last, except for 'is whiskers. Don'tmake that sobbing noise; people'll be coming in.""Oh! Oh! Oh! Take 'im away," cried Mrs. Gibbs. "Go and play yourtricks with somebody else's broken 'art.""But it's your husband," said Mr. Brown."Take 'im away," wailed Mrs. Gibbs.Mr. Kidd, grinding his teeth, tried to think. "'Ave you got any marks onyour body, Joe?" he inquired."I ain't got a mark on me," said Mr. Gibbs with a satisfied air, "or ablemish. My skin is as whi--""That's enough about your skin," interrupted Mr. Kidd, rudely."If you ain't all of you gone before I count ten," said Mrs. Gibbs, in asuppressed voice, "I'll scream. 'Ow dare you come into a respectablewoman's place and talk about your skins? Are you going? One! Two!Three! Four! Five!"Her voice rose with each numeral; and Mr. Gibbs himself led the waydownstairs, and, followed by his friends, slipped nimbly round thecorner."It's a wonder she didn't rouse the whole 'ouse," he said, wiping hisbrow on his sleeve; "and where should we ha' been then? I thought at thetime it was a mistake you making me 'ave my whiskers off, but I let youknow best. She's never seen me without 'em. I 'ad a remarkable stronggrowth when I was quite a boy. While other boys was--""Shut-up!" vociferated Mr. Kidd."Sha'n't!" said Mr. Gibbs, defiantly. "I've 'ad enough of being awayfrom my comfortable little 'ome and my wife; and I'm going to let 'emstart growing agin this very night. She'll never reckernize me without'em, that's certain.""He's right, Bob," said Mr. Brown, with conviction."D'ye mean to tell me we've got to wait till 'is blasted whiskers grow?"cried Mr. Kidd, almost dancing with fury. "And go on keeping 'im inidleness till they do?""You'll get it all back out o' my share," said Mr. Gibbs, with dignity."But you can please yourself. If you like to call it quits now, I don'tmind."Mr. Brown took his seething friend aside, and conferred with him in lowbut earnest tones. Mr. Gibbs, with an indifferent air, stood bywhistling softly."'Ow long will they take to grow?" inquired Mr. Kidd, turning to himwith a growl.Mr. Gibbs shrugged his shoulders. "Can't say," he replied; "but I shouldthink two or three weeks would be enough for 'er to reckernize me by. Ifshe don't, we must wait another week or so, that's all.""Well, there won't be much o' your share left, mind that," said Mr. Kidd,glowering at him."I can't help it," said Mr. Gibbs. "You needn't keep reminding me ofit."They walked the rest of the way in silence; and for the next fortnightMr. Gibbs's friends paid nightly visits to note the change in hisappearance, and grumble at its slowness."We'll try and pull it off to-morrow night," said Mr. Kidd, at the end ofthat period. "I'm fair sick o' lending you money."Mr. Gibbs shook his head and spoke sagely about not spoiling the ship fora ha'porth o' tar; but Mr. Kidd was obdurate."There's enough for 'er to reckernize you by," he said, sternly, "and wedon't want other people to. Meet us at the Monument at eight o'clockto-morrow night, and we'll get it over.""Give your orders," said Mr. Gibbs, in a nasty voice."Keep your 'at well over your eyes," commanded Mr. Kidd, sternly. "Putthem spectacles on wot I lent you, and it wouldn't be a bad idea if youtied your face up in a piece o' red flannel.""I know wot I'm going to do without you telling me," said Mr. Gibbs,nodding. "I'll bet you pots round that you don't either of youreckernize me tomorrow night."The bet was taken at once, and from eight o'clock until ten minutes tonine the following night Messrs. Kidd and Brown did their best to win it.Then did Mr. Kidd, turning to Mr. Brown in perplexity, inquire with manyredundant words what it all meant."He must 'ave gone on by 'imself," said Mr. Brown. "We'd better go andsee."In a state of some disorder they hurried back to Wapping, and, mountingthe stairs to Mrs. Gibbs's room, found the door fast. To their ferventand repeated knocking there was no answer."Ah, you won't make her 'ear," said a woman, thrusting an untidy headover the balusters on the next landing. "She's gone.""Gone!" exclaimed both gentlemen. "Where?""Canada," said the woman. "She went off this morning."Mr. Kidd leaned up against the wall for support; Mr. Brown stood open-mouthed and voiceless."It was a surprise to me," said the woman, "but she told me this morningshe's been getting ready on the quiet for the last fortnight. Goodspirits she was in, too; laughing like anything.""Laughing!" repeated Mr. Kidd, in a terrible voice.The woman nodded. "And when I spoke about it and reminded 'er that she'ad only just lost 'er pore husband, I thought she would ha' burst," shesaid, severely. "She sat down on that stair and laughed till the tearsran dowwn 'er face like water."Mr. Brown turned a bewildered face upon his partner. "Laughing!" hesaid, slowly. "Wot 'ad she got to laugh at?""Two born-fools," replied Mr. Kidd.
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