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RM2AFY4XR–. Two girls on a barge. ogise to Mrs. Essington for having frightenedher. And then the General carried us all off to dineat the best hotel. And in spite of our adventuresit was a merry dinner at the best hotel!—in thesociety, at the other end of the room, of the Yet.,a nice clean butcher in a smock, the chemist, andthe proprietor—and at which the unaccustomedluxuries of gas, and fish-knives, and elaboratelyfolded serviettes, roused in us an enthusiasm that sotickled Mrs. Essington she straightway declaredherself a wandering bargee also—for the sake ofthe sensation. But the Cadet was more hurt
RM2AFY3JN–. Two girls on a barge. while,the sun had risen, and the air was full of thefreshness and exhilaration that breathe when theday is new. It was a dainty sight, as the long parti-coloured barges broke away and spread over the widebasin formed by the wooded banks, and fraught wTiththat gentle luxuriance that only comes after storm.And the E.A., sauntering up, cool, and fresh, andclean, and radiant in his snowTy tie, for once agreedwith me thoroughly and satisfactorily; and wewent amiably together to beg roses from a dewygarden situated on a promontory of the conclusivename of Northampton Amen. *
RM2AFYCFG–. Two girls on a barge. of demeanour. 8 TWO GIRLS ON A BARGE How rnony square foot of boordin ull yewant ? demanded the old man. Dont you ,think —Miss Devize was seized ofa sudden inspiration, and spoke eagerly— Dontyou think that there ought to be an awning in casethe sun comes out. Then you wont want no boords at all ? 1 What a very imperative race carpenters appearto be ! remarked Girton to the distant horses, witha sort of abstract interest. And you will have to hang some fairy-lampsfor us, in any case, you know, and arrange aJapanese umbrella, I added, carefully, for theselittle things ma
RM2AFXR3X–. Two girls on a barge. as measuring tape by the yard, who onlyvouchsafed in reply to the Cadets polite interestin his residence that he had heard somethingabout some other people who had lived there once. * Lots of folks had lived in houses, seemed tobe the gist of his philosophy—it is impossible todraw any histrionic inspiration from a person whohas no more respect for a rumour than that!But there were many dusty, dusky, queer oldpossibilities about the little tall dark house, andI should like to know if our Ellen loved itbefore she moved to Eavenswood and listened tothe prophetic Ailsie ? I
RM2AFY331–. Two girls on a barge. gain that morning we got messagesfrom Somebody, delivered by passing barges, andour curiosity waxed great. At intervals, in a gene-rally experimental attempt on the part of the 71VO GIRLS ON A BARGE 91 entire crew to tie Talbots foot up scientifically inaccordance with the Ambulance ideas that we allhad in embryo our theories about Somebody rangedwidely from brigands to the Tax Collector, andback again to brigands. Perhaps he was onlya Doctor! But the Cadet entirely refused tobe a doctors object. An Esmark triangularbandage he had no objection to, but lace-edgedhandkerc
RM2AFXXC8–. Two girls on a barge. ttle more deeply on the subject of hiscult. We found our lost pedestrians sitting on abank, and were working our way slowly throughthe barges which thronged the mouth of the tunnel,being punted, or rather quanted as he wouldhave called it, by our own Bargee, when suddenundercurrents and certain social rapids lashedthemselves about us for the which we were unpre-pared by any former experience. After all, our canal was not quite regenerate.But I think besotted Mrs. Bradshaw in her tumbleddirty bonnet on her unkempt, filthy barge was themost melancholy spectacle that I hav
RM2AFYD67–. Two girls on a barge. George Eliotfished in it. For it was Maggie Tulliver who wasas responsible as anyone in the matter of thistrip. And here I must explain that, being only abenighted Londoner, and without any Varsitycareer to correct my etymology, I had long sincedubbed Edna Devize generically Girton, to thatsweet girl graduates natural wrath. Girton, shesaid, was a collective title, and she wouldnt becalled a horde ! Edna then took the matter intoher own hands at this juncture of affairs. She satdown with a decided air, and we composed a noteto Messrs. Corbett, of the London Salt Works.F
RM2AFY0YE–. Two girls on a barge. down from the hillside where the daisies no TWO GIRLS ON A BARGE nodded and blinked at the sheep. And yet therewas a chastened wistfulness in the attitudes of fourwho were sitting in the Ark. * Ton my word, said the Cadet, in a cadaveroussort of way, it is really too absurd. * We might have got something at Brauncestonif wed only thought of it! and Edna tipped backher chair under the trees and looked at the bargein a manner that seemed open to discussion of thepoint. If only wed stayed on the Junction, murmured the Artist, sadly. 1 Yes, if wed stayed on the Junction we
RM2AFXRFM–. Two girls on a barge. RGE CHAPTER XI IN one of the oldest streets in Coventry on asunny afternoon we walked meditativewise; andpresently amongst the jovial, jostling eaves grimac-ing at every angle and winking over the way wefound the school where they taught George Eliotthe construction of the English tongue. It was anunpretentious old house, just a little taller than itsneighbours, and ruddy and sunburned of aspect.It might have been the very same which MaggieTulliver, her prototype, attended in the town, whileAunts Glegg and Pullet resided over at Guys Cliffor Nuneaton, a house which the
RM2AFY6HB–. Two girls on a barge. the lordof Berkhampstead met. It was Earl Moreton inthose days, you know, and he was walking slowlyup and down this very terrace thinking. He didntknow that Kufus had been shot straight throughthe heart with an arrow in the New Forest thatidentical afternoon, till suddenly—he was face toface with a great black goat. It was carrying thebody of King Bums, all black and ghastly andhorrible. And the lord of Berkhampstead fell onhis knees in front of it, and adjured it by theHoly Trinity to tell him what it meant—but theblack goat passed on into the shadows. I am glad you di
RM2AFY00G–. Two girls on a barge. 1 HOW EARLY YOU ARE ! GOOD MORNING crying in the marketplace was embodied in theattitude of that inquiring cow. But no one heededWisdom, and we all attended to the cow. The doorat the other end of the barge flew open on the TWO GIRLS ON A BARGE 125 instant, revealing two more inquiring attitudes, andWisdom quirked her tail with an injured air ofsubdued astonishment, and gambolled off as Eccles. M ECCLES WITH THE EGGS same down from the locks playing pitch-and-tosswith a basketful of eggs. One gets more morningvisitors in the country than in town, and if theyare more sim
RM2AFY9H6–. Two girls on a barge. I have no business to retail it. Whats aboord then, sonny? Pleasure boat, me son. Onlikely cargo that. Never seen the like this way afore and Ivebeen eight and thirty year going up and down.Sleeps, why ud sleep till suren o*the morning. Edna, I said suddenly, its nigh on six by thevery latest dandelion clocks. Do you want tosleep till suven o the morning ? Next, it was the Cadet outside forecastingbreakfast with a certain hunger to the prophet onthe roof. By the bye, if we were to keep a pig torun along the towing-path, could Mrs. Bargeecook him, do you think ? Law bles
RM2AFXT78–. Two girls on a barge. FOED S HOSPITAL, COVENTRY TWO GIRLS ON A BARGE 53 There are three theatres in Coventry, and whilewe were there sometimes a Dress Circle. Edna. THE PROPRIETOR KINDLY PERMITTED US TO WEARMORNING DRESS and I obtained a dispensation from all three pro-prietors, and went in our caps and reefers. Ourescort asked no permission and went in its over- n 154 TWO GIRLS ON A BARGE coat. At the Eoyal Opera House we noted thatthe two people who occupied the Stalls had thisprivilege also. The Cadet would have preferred useach to sit in a different row, to show our apprecia-tion of the
RM2AFY2KY–. Two girls on a barge. achfully. Who had been responsible for this ? < But then Mrs. Bargee cant be an art critic !murmured Mr. Squif in the gently reminiscenttone with which one re-establishes a dethronedideal, and at that moment the door opened onceagain to admit Mrs. Bargees head. I quite forgot as what I come to tell ye was;theres a gentleman to see ye. The gentleman,as we subsequently learned, having been left tomind the tiller during the interval.Whereupon the gentleman came in.He had bushy hair and kind brown eyes thatlooked straight out at you. And emanating allabout him was the st
RM2AFY908–. Two girls on a barge. ves, it appears, in answer to inquiries,when he goes on the purposely to the nearesttown. . Breakfast in the middle of the barge mighthave served as an epitome of character for Mr.James, had he wished to study an illogical quartet. Mrs. Bargee < mashed our tea, and she madeit very good. To mash your tea is colloquial canal.We hadnt got a fire so we couldnt mash our own,but we bought a spirit-lamp at Bickmansworth,price one shilling, with a tin saucepan all attachedfor the special purpose, and the first time we usedit it blew up. At least, it made such a conflagra-tio
RM2AFXP3C–. Two girls on a barge. s. Two Camp Stools. Four Mattresses (very small), Four Pillows (very large). «One Milk Jug. TWO GIRLS ON A BARGE 169 One Looking-glass. * Two Lamps. Three Tumblers. One Teapot. Four Blankets. Six Cups and Five Saucers. Seventeen Plates. One small red Washstand. Three Knives. 6 Six Spoons and a Fork. Mrs. Bargee had lent us forks L lerto, three-pronged iron ones. They were rather sharp, butyou soon grew careful in these matters.* Then the people began to arrive—careful boat-women from the towing-path; small dealers fromthe town ; the inevitable Hebrew, of course ; theyou
RM2AFY1WF–. Two girls on a barge. tou dont care to comedont hesitate to say so, for I shant be offended !. THE GIPSY CAMP On the contrary, responded the Cadet, withall the enthusiasm of him who has no business tothink of walking on any pretext whatever, TWO GIRLS ON A BARGE 103 wed like to go immensely—it would be awf lyneat. Well, I dont know about its being awf ly neat! observed Mr. Gershom, thoughtfully. AwHyneat !—its a good expression ! Do to keep mequiet for the moment, isnt that the idea ? So we went to see the gipsy camp; and on theway, Edna told me afterwards, she asked him ofhis first crusade
RM2AFY1B7–. Two girls on a barge. S ON A BARGE 107 CHAPTER VIII C1UNDAY had anchored at the Seven Locks withus in idleness. But in the barge world itcontained, like other days, twelve hours of hardwork. In some cases, even, seventeen. The boatscrawled on and took each their turn of the tug asit puffed through Blisworth Tunnel with the sameslow pertinacity that beseemed them yesterday,and which would not fail the day after to-morrow.You see, a boatmans time is his own, he gains orloses on it. Can he perform his journey with aday or so to the good, so much the better for him;if he loses time on the way, i
RM2AFYDMT–. Two girls on a barge. The place seemed like a haunted cave TWO GIRLS ONA BARGE ii^ BY V. CECIL COTES WITH FORTY-FOUR ILLUSTRATIONSBY F. H. TOWN SEND NEW YORK D. APPLETON AND COMPANY 1891 Csrs T 37^03 Authorized Edit ion. LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS PAGETHE PLACE SEEMED LIKE A HAUNTED CAVE . Frontisjpiece THAT WAS ONE OF THE MOMENTS TROUBLES .... 3 DEPENDS ON WHAT I BE TO DO 9 MRS. BARGEE 13 OUR OWN BARGEE PUNTED SLOWLY OFF 16 SOMETHING UNUSUAL WAS STIRRING 19 THEY DISAPPEARED THROUGH A TRAP IN THE TARPAULIN ROOF 25 INITIAL T 31 THE BARGEES VISITOR 33 1 SLEEPS ! WHY, UD SLEEP TILL SUVEN O THE MORNI
RM2AFXPN0–. Two girls on a barge. r lurkedonly in the depth of the silence. Van John wasgoing merrily when Eccles crept out of someunexpected retreat. He was cautiously avoiding 164 TWO GIRLS ON A BARGE his bed-time. That he often did, but to-nightthere was something more. * Please, I dont like Quaventary, he wailed. Indeed, inquired Mr. Squif, pausing in thedealing of the cards; and why do you disapproveof Coventry ? But Eccles only reply was a dismal washingof his little grubby fingers in his big blue eyes. 1 Small boy, whats the matter ? What haveyou been doing ? asked the artist kindly, butregarding
RM2AFXYHE–. Two girls on a barge. the tunnel. It is a long way by canal from the Seven Locksto the Braunceston Tunnel, and it was noon whenwe reached the gorge between the quivering larchesthat creep by the dark portal in the hill. For,from the level of a barge the trees grow overheadinto the sky, and in front the gloomy hillside shutsout every murmur of the green world beyond. * This is not your first experience of tunnelnavigation ? asked Mr. Gershom, nervously. Ithink he was afraid that we might begin to screamas the slow boat entered the darkness. And heset a light to the lamp. Its yellow gleam fell
RM2AFXMMF–. Two girls on a barge. had grown late meanwhile—was only aboard flap by the stove. But the little stove itselfwas a kitchen and laundry in one, with its roastingplate and oven, and kettle boiling on the top, andbright brass rail behind to hang the clothes upon.The big, flat cupboard in the wall held all thehousehold gods, and little hooks and hanging jugsand tiny drawers filled all the crannies and thecorners of the room. It was the tiniest home nextto a birds nest that ever was imagined. Oppositethe stove a deep, wide oilskin bench was the com-fortable substitute for chairs, and Eccles three
RM2AFY4A3–. Two girls on a barge. you.And nobody knows if you are in or out. Not thatit would do much good if they did, for the tug goesforging on, and the barges cannot stop, and thedarkness is intense. Blisworth, shuddered the voice, almost invo-luntarily, it seemed. Mr. Bargee, I remarked, by way of reassur-ance, has departed overland to escort the orse,but Mrs. Bargee is with us. She is not much in-customed, she tells me, to piloting through thetunnel, for she in-generally goes on with Dob, or-dinary like. But Mr. Bargee thought it wouldntbe jest what we might consider seeminly correc onthis occasio
RM2AFXWEH–. Two girls on a barge. tter of the clogs which have altered in thesestreets of a thousand summers. Besides, there is* Peeping Tom, one remembers, up among thewindows of the Kings Head Inn. He has no longerany need to bore a little augerhole, because he hasno choice but watch the people passing in the streetuntil his stone eyes chip out with the weather. We had seen a picture of Coventry, Edna and I,in London. A picture of the street through whichGodiva rode, told faithfully and tenderly in sobertruthful tones. The painter seemed to have trailedhis wonderful pencils through the colour regionwh
RM2AFY28Y–. Two girls on a barge. ceived bythe boat-people, and appeared to take an interestin all our impressions, particularly and generally,of barges and bargees, and the Grand JunctionCanal at large. And yet he wasnt a Reporter, for,two cleanly-looking barges passing at the moment,the men doffed their wide soft felt hats to him—athing they never did for us. He called out somegenial remark to them as the towing ropes met andcrossed, and a strange deference crept into theweather-beaten faces, a strange, wordless deferenceinto the way they answered him, almost patheticin its implicit, unquestioning con
RM2AFY0HR–. Two girls on a barge. R IX rFHE Gershonis had promised to breakfast at theSeven Locks, and the dew was deep on thegrass as Edna and I discussed the possibility oftheir arrival without our first sending a waggon ora boat to bear them through the glitter. I re-member I had just succeeded in seeing my own eyein our very diminutive handglass, and that itimpressed me as betokening an era of increasedaptitude for life on a canal—for a minute portionof the opposite wall of about the same diameter wasthe only reflection we generally managed to focusif vanity prompted us—when a faint interrogatingsou
RM2AFY68A–. Two girls on a barge. fact. If she had not been flusteredshe would immediately have added, leastways, inthe best of our endeavours it will be LeightonBuzzard. Perhaps that was an added reason forour not finding ourselves at Leighton when theevening came. Here, however, it is necessary tobegin at the beginning. I had just received atelegram—wasnt that enough to fluster anyone ?—a telegram requiring a whole barge family toassist at its delivery. I had never received atelegram so instinct with nerves before, and, as Itore the yellow envelope across, it was like anelectrified anticipation point
RM2AFY4FG–. Two girls on a barge. THE SOCIETY AT THE OTHER END OF THE ROOM with sympathetic footfalls nervously through apitch-dark lane, Talbot leaning on Mr. Squifs arm,and Edna and I wrapped up in one enormouscloak. It was like a sudden beacon in the night TWO GIRLS ON A BARGE 81 when the Bargee, hearing voices, threw open thecabin door, and the warm light streamed out andshowed the weird ark on the silent water, and. MORE OF THE SOCIETY kindled all the kindness in our own Noahs ruggedface as he commented at intervals, with his eyes onthe Cadet , Well, well, well! to think of that !—and him starting
RM2AFY8A1–. Two girls on a barge. gee wouldsay, was an extreme content with idleness. Idlenessin action, idleness at leisure. There was smallapparent difference. Idleness in action perhapsmay indicate the artist sketching, which was thevery luxury of idleness. His drawing-boards andpencils strewed the narrow gangway with that airof negligence peculiar to artistic properties, and hisfeet dangled blissfully. He never made bad shotsor began again. When he felt like it he sketched,and the sketch grew of itself. When he didnt feellike it he didnt sketch. Generally Mrs. Bargeesteered, sometimes the Cadet. Tha
RM2AFY7HM–. Two girls on a barge. urmured,putting in the tassel of her cap abstractedly, isvery nearly painted out. Whereupon the Cadet consulted Mrs. Bargee atthe tiller with some determination, for there arethings one must not trifle with even on a barge,and Fact is one of them. From our alfresco draw-ing-room the Cadet only had to crane his neck andspeak a little louder to get Mrs. Bargees smilingsun-bonnet to an answering focus from her postbeside the tiller. We consulted Mrs. Bargee on every possibleoccasion. She couldnt tell us much of the villageswe passed, and neither she nor the Bargee knewanyt
RM2AFXM9A–. Two girls on a barge. e, he said, forthey must start bright and early to-morrow. Why, it be nigh three week sence us took onwi em, missus, and it dont seem only like yester-day. * Ye mun put the little lad to bed right off, headded fatherlywise. And so we said good-night to the kindly country-folk, and the long, pleasant idle days, and the littleyellow cabin, and the old deep barge. Mrs. Bargeefumbled for a pencil then, and gave Edna heraddress on Braunceston Wharf, and the Bargee,taking the Cadet aside, would be always at his service, Sir, and vera much obliged to you, But Eccles had curled
RM2AFYC5P–. Two girls on a barge. g cases, one ateither end of the long deep barge. We admiredthem enormously, and I think the Cadet did too,though he spoke of them with a fine nonchalance.Their roofs however seemed to us to be impres-sionistic rather, if a series of skeleton trianglescan be called a roof at all. Add to this that thebarge was full of shavings and the old carpenterwas putting up a door, and the effect remains, un-finished you will find. We stood in the middle ofthe boat surveying it, while our packages werestrewed over the wharf in brown hillocks of abursting bulkiness of outline. Exquis
RM2AFYBRY–. Two girls on a barge. es as tended tobelie their owners unappeasable severity. Oh, yes, he had heard of us. Our light wasnot under a bushel. We seemed to have beencreating an alarming sensation in our respectivefamilies. And would we condescend to explain tohim any trivial details of our present undertaking ?The smallest information would oblige. Mean-while, however, he had brought down certainluxuries to accelerate our start, and amongst otherthings he had thought it would be interesting totake the point of view. He was so fortunate as topossess a friend, an embryo B.A., whom, upon con-side
RM2AFXNN2–. Two girls on a barge. e affair had passed out of our hands alto-gether. Mrs. Bargee, flushed with her owngenerosity in parting with our furniture, asked what might be the depth of the barge-womansdesire for a cheer. The barge-woman thought ashilling—and the deck-chair departed, grasped inher capacious arms, to watch its fellows from theoutskirts of the acquisitive, whispering, nudginglittle crowd, round which Eccles danced the exu-berant Highland flings of a callow bantam. The insidious Hebrew bided his time, andcarried off all the mattresses by a masterly reluc-tance, which caused Mrs. Barg
RM2AFXY60–. Two girls on a barge. the lodge in which the Brotherswere wont to assemble ; a masonic apartment withdiamond-shaped window-panes and a wide chimneycorner and simple-minded benches with straightbacks, as innocent of cushions as of the socialproblems and ducal precedence. It had once beenthe granary of the old red house, and still, to anoutsider, possessed the comforting sort of roof thatonly granaries get of those strange mellow lichenswhich subsist deliciously upon the nutritiousdearth contained in a sun-dried brick. Sitting in the half-light of a subterraneantunnel the Grand Master of the O
RM2AFY73G–. Two girls on a barge. oaf of bread. The small mite in charge of the commercialinterests of the town arranged herself artisticallyon the driving-box, settling her small skirts with anair of knowing more than that! * Grab it—and run—before the baker comes,drawled he of the crystal optic, focussing a par-ticularly big, well-baked magnate of the oven in amanner most suggestive of the opportunity.But we did not feel capable of subjecting thedigestion of Kings Langley to such an act otviolence after its behaviour in the matter of thebeans. We discoursed the bakers representativein a spirit of swee
RM2AFYBA8–. Two girls on a barge. e salt shed wall; and thebrown canal flowed gently round four Water Babieseyeing each other with a certain curiosity as theydrifted out of London silently. 18 TWO GIRLS ON A BARGE CHAPTER II T)AST the salt sheds and the iron crane, wherethe heavy barges sank still lower in the water,slowly punted by a Bargee out into the sunset. Sowe started. And presently the boat diverged as if eager tobe harnessed to the big horse that stood tall andbrown among the children on the towing-path,where cockney fishers fished in shoals with thepertinacity of fishers, taking no refusal. So
RM2AFXX03–. Two girls on a barge. d in thestewards pantry over and above the mighty zestof their consumption are still fifty-two bottles ofchoicest Moselle. These our friend the foremandrew out one by one and arranged about us with a deprecating air of argumentative humility.• • • • • But the record of a barge wound on from duskto dawn along the pleasant waterways. Andstealthily, silently creeping up between low banks,slowly gliding by the shingle to the denser shadowsof Godivas town, we came to Coventry, and on thefarthest outskirts of her mantle, just where itsborder wears a sheen of poetry and its he
RM2AFYAXG–. Two girls on a barge. ur, when you havent been to bla—I meaninvolved in any way. Well, we are both stranded on a barge in a canalat nine oclock at night, whoever was involved,responded Girton, not reproachfully. And thereis not so much as a life-buoy between this andLondon, I suppose, she added, with the resig-nation of the recipient of unprovoked ill-luck. Do you really think they will go back to townto-night ?—not that it makes the slightest differ-ence, I added hastily. And small Albert, peepinground the cabin door before he was forcibly recalledand sent back to bed, seemed to find much t
RM2AFXTMK–. Two girls on a barge. key grates in the closing doorwill it have seemed possible that we may have beentrespassing. Then there is * Fords Hospital, in Grey-friars Lane, where twenty old women sit in thesun, happy in the possession of three-and-sixpencea week and coal, living out these latter holidayswhen the weeks wash is folded away and thescouring is done, surrounded by the gateways ofa mediaeval fairy tale. But Edna says she will whisper something toyou before you buy your ticket on the MetropolitanExtension. Of course, you must live on a bargewhen you go to Coventry. And you must let your
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