Her Uncle
Mr. Wragg sat in a high-backed Windsor chair at the door of his house,smoking. Before him the road descended steeply to the harbor, a smallblue patch of which was visible from his door. Children over five wereat school: children under that age, and suspiciously large for theiryears, played about in careless disregard of the remarks which Mr. Wraggoccasionally launched at them. Twice a ball had whizzed past him; and asmall but select party, with a tip-cat of huge dimensions and awesomepoints, played just out of reach. Mr. Wragg, snapping his eyesnervously, threatened in vain."Morning, old crusty-patch," said a cheerful voice at his elbow.Mr. Wragg glanced up at the young fisherman towering above him, and eyedhim disdainfully."Why don't you leave 'em alone?" inquired the young man. "Be cheerfuland smile at 'em. You'd soon be able to smile with a little practice.""You mind your business, George Gale, and I'll mind mine," said Mr.Wragg, fiercely; "I've 'ad enough of your impudence, and I'm not goingto have any more. And don't lean up agin my house, 'cos I won't 'aveit."Mr. Gale laughed. "Got out o' bed the wrong side again, haven't you?" heinquired. "Why don't you put that side up against the wall?"Mr. Wragg puffed on in silence and became absorbed in a fishing-boatgliding past at the bottom of the hill."I hear you've got a niece coming to live with you?" pursued the youngman.Mr. Wragg smoked on."Poor thing!" said the other, with a sigh. "Does she take after you--inlooks, I mean?""If I was twenty years younger nor what I am," said Mr. Wragg,sententiously, "I'd give you a hiding, George Gale.""It's what I want," agreed Mr. Gale, placidly. "Well, so long, Mr.Wragg. I can't stand talking to you all day."He was about to move off, after pretending to pinch the ear of theinfuriated Mr. Wragg, when he noticed a station-fly, with a big trunk onthe box-seat, crawling slowly up the hill towards them."Good riddance," said Mr. Wragg, suggestively.The other paid no heed. The vehicle came nearer, and a girl, who plainlyowed none of her looks to Mr. Wragg's side of the family, came into viewbehind the trunk. She waved her hand, and Mr. Wragg, removing his pipefrom his mouth, waved it in return. Mr. Gale edged away about eighteeninches, and, with an air of assumed carelessness, gazed idly about him.He saluted the driver as the fly stopped and gazed hard at theapparition that descended. Then he caught his breath as the girl,approaching her uncle, kissed him affectionately. Mr. Wragg, looking upfiercely at Mr. Gale, was surprised at the expression on thatgentleman's face."Isn't it lovely here?" said the girl, looking about her; "and isn't theair nice?"She followed Mr. Wragg inside, and the driver, a small man and elderly,began tugging at the huge trunk. Mr. Gale's moment had arrived."Stand away, Joe," he said, stepping forward. "I'll take that in foryou."He hoisted the trunk on his shoulders, and, rather glad of his loweredface, advanced slowly into the house. Uncle and niece had just vanishedat the head of the stairs, and Mr. Gale, after a moment's hesitation,followed."In 'ere," said Mr. Wragg, throwing open a door."Halloa! What are you doing in my house? Put it down. Put it down atonce; d'ye hear?"Mr. Gale caught the girl's surprised glance and, somewhat flustered,swung round so suddenly that the corner of the trunk took thegesticulating Mr. Wragg by the side of the head and bumped it againstthe wall. Deaf to his outcries, Mr. Gale entered the room and placed thebox on the floor."Where shall I put it?" he inquired of the girl, respectfully."You go out of my house," stormed Mr. Wragg, entering with his hand tohis head. "Go on. Out you go."The young man surveyed him with solicitude. "I'm very sorry if I hurtyou, Mr. Wragg--" he began."Out you go," repeated the other."It was a pure accident," pleaded Mr. Gale."And don't you set foot in my 'ouse agin," said the vengeful Mr. Wragg."You made yourself officious bringing that box in a-purpose to give me aclump o' the side of the head with it."Mr. Gale denied the charge so eagerly, and withal so politely, that theelder man regarded him in amazement. Then his glance fell on his niece,and he smiled with sudden malice as Mr. Gale slowly and humbly descendedthe stairs."One o' the worst chaps about here, my dear," he said, loudly. "Mate o'one o' the fishing-boats, and as impudent as they make 'em. Many's thetime I've clouted his head for 'im."The girl regarded his small figure with surprised respect."When he was a boy, I mean," continued Mr. Wragg. "Now, there's yourroom, and when you've put things to rights, come down and I'll show youover the house."He glanced at his niece several times during the day, trying hard totrace a likeness, first to his dead sister and then to himself. Severaltimes he scrutinized himself in the small glass on the mantelpiece, butin vain. Even when he twisted his thin beard in his hand and tried toignore his mustache, the likeness still eluded him.His opinion of Miss Miller's looks was more than shared by the young menof Waterside. It was a busy youth who could not spare five minutes tochat with an uncle so fortunate, and in less than a couple of weeks Mr.Wragg was astonished at his popularity, and the deference accorded tohis opinions.The most humble of them all was Mr. Gale, and, with a pertinacity whichwas almost proof against insult, he strove to force his company upon theindignant Mr. Wragg. Debarred from that, he took to haunting the road,on one occasion passing the house no fewer than fifty-seven times in oneafternoon. His infatuation was plain to be seen of all men. Wise menclosed their eyes to it; others had theirs closed for them, Mr. Galebeing naturally incensed to think that there was anything in hisbehavior that attracted attention.His father was at sea, and, to the dismay of the old woman who kepthouse for him, he began to neglect his food. A melancholy but notunpleasing idea that he was slowly fading occurred to him when he foundthat he could eat only two herrings for breakfast instead of four. Hisparticular friend, Joe Harris, to whom he confided the fact,remonstrated hotly."There's plenty of other girls," he suggested."Not like her," said Mr. Gale."You're getting to be a by-word in the place," complained his friend.Mr. Gale flushed. "I'd do more than that for her sake," he said, softly."It ain't the way," said Mr. Harris, impatiently. "Girls like a man o'spirit; not a chap who hangs about without speaking, and looks as thoughhe has been caught stealing the cat's milk. Why don't you go round andsee her one afternoon when old Wragg is out?"Mr. Gale shivered. "I dursen't," he confessed.Mr. Harris pondered. "She was going to be a hospital nurse afore shecame down here," he said, slowly. "P'r'aps if you was to break your legor something she'd come and nurse you. She's wonderful fond of it, Iunderstand.""But then, you see, I haven't broken it," said the other, impatiently."You've got a bicycle," said Mr. Harris. "You--wait a minute--" hehalf-closed his eyes and waved aside a remark of his friend's. "Supposeyou 'ad an accident and fell off it, just in front of the house?""I never fall off," said Mr. Gale, simply."Old Wragg is out, and me and Charlie Brown carry you into the house,"continued Mr. Harris, closing his eyes entirely. "When you come to yoursenses, she's bending over you and crying."He opened his eyes suddenly and then, closing one, gazed hard at thebewildered Gale. "To-morrow afternoon at two," he said, briskly, "me andCharlie'll be there waiting.""Suppose old Wragg ain't out?" objected Mr. Gale, after ten minutes'explanation."He's at the 'Lobster Pot' five days out of six at that time," was thereply; "if he ain't there tomorrow, it can't be helped."Mr. Gale spent the evening practising falls in a quiet lane, and by thetime night came had attained to such proficiency that on the way home hefell off without intending it. It seemed an easier thing than he hadimagined, and next day at two o'clock punctually he put his lessons intopractice.By a slight error in judgment his head came into contact with Mr.Wragg's doorstep, and, half-stunned, he was about to rise, when Mr.Harris rushed up and forced him down again. Mr. Brown, who was also inattendance, helped to restore his faculties by a well-placed kick."He's lost his senses," said Mr. Harris, looking up at Miss Miller, asshe came to the door."You could ha' heard him fall arf a mile away," added Mr. Brown.Miss Miller stooped and examined the victim carefully. There was a nastycut on the side of his head, and a general limpness of body which wasalarming. She went indoors for some water, and by the time she returnedthe enterprising Mr. Harris had got the patient in the passage."I'm afraid he's going," he said, in answer to the girl's glance."Run for the doctor," she said, hastily. "Quick!""We don't like to leave 'im, miss," said Mr. Harris, tenderly. "I s'poseit would be too much to ask you to go?"Miss Miller, with a parting glance at the prostrate man, departed atonce."What did you do that for?" demanded Mr. Gale, sitting up. "I don't wantthe doctor; he'll spoil everything. Why didn't you go away and leaveus?""I sent 'er for the doctor," said Mr. Harris, slowly. "I sent 'er forthe doctor so as we can get you to bed afore she comes back.""Bed?" exclaimed Mr. Gale."Up you go," said Mr. Harris, briefly. "We'll tell her we carriedyou up. Now, don't waste time."Pushed by his friends, and stopping to expostulate at every step, Mr.Gale was thrust at last into Mr. Wragg's bedroom."Off with your clothes," said the leading spirit. "What's the matterwith you, Charlie Brown?""Don't mind me; I'll be all right in a minute," said that gentleman,wiping his eyes. "I'm thinking of old Wragg."Before Mr. Gale had made up his mind his coat and waistcoat were off,and Mr. Brown was at work on his boots. In five minutes' time he wastucked up in Mr. Wragg's bed; his clothes were in a neat little pile ona chair, and Messrs. Harris and Brown were indulging in a congratulatorydouble-shuffle by the window."Don't come to your senses yet awhile," said the former; "and when youdo, tell the doctor you can't move your limbs.""If they try to pull you out o' bed," said Mr. Brown, "scream as thoughyou're being killed. H'sh! Here they are."Voices sounded below; Miss Miller and the doctor had met at the doorwith Mr. Wragg, and a violent outburst on that gentleman's part diedaway as he saw that the intruders had disappeared. He was stillgrumbling when Mr. Harris, putting his head over the balusters, askedhim to make a little less noise.Mr. Wragg came upstairs in three bounds, and his mien was so terriblethat Messrs. Harris and Brown huddled together for protection. Then hisgaze fell on the bed and he strove in vain for speech."We done it for the best," faltered Mr. Harris.Mr. Wragg made a gurgling noise in his throat, and, as the doctorentered the room, pointed with a trembling finger at the bed. The othertwo gentlemen edged toward the door."Take him away; take him away at once," vociferated Mr. Wragg.The doctor motioned him to silence, and Joe Harris and Mr. Brown heldtheir breaths nervously as he made an examination. For ten minutes heprodded and puzzled over the insensible form in the bed; then he turnedto the couple at the door."How did it happen?" he inquired.Mr. Harris told him. He also added that he thought it was best to puthim to bed at once before he came round."Quite right," said the doctor, nodding. "It's a very serious case.""Well, I can't 'ave him 'ere," broke in Mr. Wragg."It won't be for long," said the doctor, shaking his head."I can't 'ave him 'ere at all, and, what's more, I won't. Let him go tohis own bed," said Mr. Wragg, quivering with excitement."He is not to be moved," said the doctor, decidedly. "If he comes to hissenses and gets out of bed you must coax him back again.""Coax?" stuttered Mr. Wragg. "Coax? What's he got to dowith me? This house isn't a 'orsepittle. Put his clothes on and take 'imaway.""Do nothing of the kind," was the stern reply. "In fact, his clothes hadbetter be taken out of the room, in case he comes round and tries todress."Mr. Harris skipped across to the clothes and tucked them gleefully underhis arm; Mr. Brown secured the boots."When he will come out of this stupor I can't say," continued thedoctor. "Keep him perfectly quiet and don't let him see a soul.""Look 'ere--" began Mr. Wragg, in a broken voice."As to diet--water," said the doctor, looking round."Water?" said Miss Miller, who had come quietly into the room."Water," repeated the doctor; "as much as he likes to take, of course.Let me see: to-day is Tuesday. I'll look in on Friday, or Saturday atlatest; but till then he must have nothing but clear cold water."Mr. Harris shot a horrified glance at the bed, which happened just thento creak. "But s'pose he asks for food, sir?" he said, respectfully."He mustn't have it," said the other, sharply. "If he is veryinsistent," he added, turning to the sullen Mr. Wragg, "tell him that hehas just had food. He won't know any better, and he will be quitesatisfied."He motioned them out of the room, and then, lowering the blinds,followed downstairs on tiptoe. A murmur of voices, followed by theclosing of the front door, sounded from below; and Mr. Gale, gettingcautiously out of bed, saw Messrs. Harris and Brown walk up the streettalking earnestly. He stole back on tiptoe to the door, and strove invain to catch the purport of the low-voiced discussion below. Mr.Wragg's voice was raised, but indistinct. Then he fancied that he hearda laugh.He waited until the door closed behind the doctor, and then went back tobed, to try and think out a situation which was fast becomingmysterious.He lay in the darkened room until a cheerful clatter of crockery belowheralded the approach of tea-time. He heard Miss Miller call her unclein from the garden, and with some satisfaction heard her pleasant voiceengaged in brisk talk. At intervals Mr. Wragg laughed loud and long.Tea was cleared away, and the long evening dragged along in silence.Uncle and niece were apparently sitting in the garden, but they came into supper, and later on the fumes of Mr. Wragg's pipe pervaded thehouse. At ten o'clock he heard footsteps ascending the stairs, andthrough half-closed eyes saw Mr. Wragg enter the bedroom with a candle."Time the pore feller had 'is water," he said to his niece, who remainedoutside."Unless he is still insensible," was the reply.Mr. Gale, who was feeling both thirsty and hungry, slowly opened hiseyes, and fixed them in a vacant stare on Mr. Wragg."Where am I?" he inquired, in a faint voice."Buckingham Pallis," replied Mr. Wragg, promptly.Mr. Gale ground his teeth. "How did I come here?" he said, at last."The fairies brought you," said Mr. Wragg.The young man rubbed his eyes and blinked at the candle. "I seem toremember falling," he said, slowly; "has anything happened?""One o' the fairies dropped you," said Mr. Wragg, with great readiness;"fortunately, you fell on your head."A sound suspiciously like a giggle came from the landing and fellheavily on Gale's ears. He closed his eyes and tried to think."How did I get into your bedroom, Mr. Wragg?" he inquired, after a longpause."Light-'eaded," confided Mr. Wragg to the landing, and significantlytapping his forehead."This ain't my bedroom," he said, turning to the invalid. "It's theKing's. His Majesty gave up 'is bed at once, direckly he 'eard you was'urt.""And he's going to sleep on three chairs in the front parlor--if hecan," said a low voice from the landing.The humor faded from Mr. Wragg's face and was succeeded by an expressionof great sourness. "Where is the pore feller's supper?" he inquired. "Idon't suppose he can eat anything, but he might try."He went to the door and a low-voiced colloquy ensued. The rival meritsof cold chicken versus steak-pie as an invalid diet were discussed atsome length. Finally the voice of Miss Miller insisted on chicken, and aglass of port-wine."I'll tell 'im it's chicken and port-wine then," said Mr. Wragg,reappearing with a bedroom jug and a tumbler, which he placed on a smalltable by the bedside."Don't let him eat too much, mind," said the voice from the landing,anxiously.Mr. Wragg said that he would be careful, and addressing Mr. Galeimplored him not to overeat himself. The young man stared at himoffensively, and, pretty certain now of the true state of affairs,thought only of escape."I feel better," he said, slowly. "I think I will go home.""Yes, yes," said the other, soothingly."If you will fetch my clothes," continued Mr. Gale, "I will go now.""Clothes!" said Mr. Wragg, in an astonished voice. "Why, youdidn't 'ave any."Mr. Gale sat up suddenly in bed and shook his fist at him. "Look here--"he began, in a choking voice."The fairies brought you as you was," continued Mr. Wragg, grinningfuriously; "and of all the perfect picturs--"A series of gasping sobs sounded from the landing, the stairs creaked,and a door slammed violently below. In spite of this precaution thesounds of a maiden in dire distress were distinctly audible."You give me my clothes," shouted the now furious Mr. Gale, springingout of bed.Mr. Wragg drew back. "I'll go and fetch 'em," he said, hastily.He ran lightly downstairs, and the young man, sitting on the edge of thebed, waited. Ten minutes passed, and he heard Mr. Wragg returning,followed by his niece. He slipped back into bed again."It's a pore brain again," he heard, in the unctuous tones which Mr.Wragg appeared to keep for this emergency. "It's clothes he wants now;by and by I suppose it'll be something else. Well, the doctor said we'dgot to humor him.""Poor fellow!" sighed Miss Miller, with a break in her voice."See 'ow his face'll light up when he sees them," said her uncle.He pushed the door open, and after surveying the patient with abenevolent smile triumphantly held up a collar and tie for hisinspection and threw them on the bed. Then he disappeared hastily and,closing the door, turned the key in the lock."If you want any more chicken or anything," he cried through the door,"ring the bell."The horrified prisoner heard them pass downstairs again, and, after aglass of water, sat down by the window and tried to think. He got up andtried the door, but it opened inwards, and after a severe onslaught thehandle came off in his hand. Tired out at last he went to bed again, andslept fitfully until morning.Mr. Wragg visited him again after breakfast, but with great foresightonly put his head in at the door, while Miss Miller remained outside incase of need. In these circumstances Mr. Gale met his anxious inquirieswith a sullen silence, and the other, tired at last of baiting him,turned to go."I'll be back soon," he said, with a grin. "I'm just going out to tellfolks 'ow you're getting on. There's a lot of 'em anxious."He was as good as his word, and Mr. Gale, peeping from the window, ragedhelplessly as little knots of neighbors stood smiling up at the house.Unable to endure it any longer he returned to bed, resolving to waituntil night came, and then drop from the window and run home in ablanket.The smell of dinner was almost painful, but he made no sign. Mr. Wraggin high good humor smoked a pipe after his meal, and then went outagain. The house was silent except for the occasional movements of thegirl below. Then there was a sudden tap at his door."Well?" said Mr. Gale.The door opened and, hardly able to believe his eyes, he saw his clothesthrown into the room. Hunger was forgotten, and he almost smiled as hehastily dressed himself.The smile vanished as he thought of the people in the streets, and in athoughtful fashion he made his way slowly downstairs. The bright face ofMiss Miller appeared at the parlor door."Better?" she smiled.Mr. Gale reddened and, drawing himself up stiffly, made no reply."That's polite," said the girl, indignantly. "After giving you yourclothes, too. What do you think my uncle will say to me? He was going tokeep you here till Friday."Mr. Gale muttered an apology. "I've made a fool of myself," he added.Miss Miller nodded cheerfully. "Are you hungry?" she inquired.The other drew himself up again."Because there is some nice cold beef left," said the girl, glancinginto the room.Mr. Gale started and, hardly able to believe in his good fortune,followed her inside. In a very short time the cold beef was a thing ofthe past, and the young man, toying with his beer-glass, sat listeningto a lecture on his behavior couched in the severest terms his hostesscould devise."You'll be the laughing-stock of the place," she concluded."I shall go away," he said, gloomily."I shouldn't do that," said the girl, with a judicial air; "live itdown.""I shall go away," repeated Mr. Gale, decidedly. "I shall ship for adeep-sea voyage."Miss Miller sighed. "It's too bad," she said, slowly; "perhaps youwouldn't look so foolish if--""If what?" inquired the other, after a long pause."If," said Miss Miller, looking down, "if--if--"Mr. Gale started and trembled violently, as a wild idea, born of herblushes, occurred to him."If," he said, in quivering tones, "if--if--""Go on," said the girl, softly. "Why, I got as far as that: and you area man."Mr. Gale's voice became almost inaudible. "If we got married, do youmean?" he said, at last."Married!" exclaimed Miss Miller, starting back a full two inches. "Goodgracious! the man is mad after all."The bitter and loudly expressed opinion of Mr. Wragg when he returned anhour later was that they were both mad.
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