Jeff Benson, Robert Michael Ballantyne [ebook reader android .txt] 📗

trace remains. The doctor does not know what it was, and it is not to be expected that we should know. Sufficient for us to state the fact that it is gone.

But our hero is not now a coastguardsman. Listen, and the captain will explain why.

"Molly, my dear, another cup of your superb tea, to web my whistle before I begin. It ought to be good, for I know the man that grew it, and the firm through which it came. Well, now, both you and Rosebud will nat'rally want to know about the situation which I've obtained for Jeff. You'll be surprised to hear that he is now Secretary of State to King Richard Longpurse."

"In other words," interrupted Jeff, with a laugh, "your brother thinks--"

"If _you_ think, sir," interrupted the captain in his turn, "that King Richard cannot explain matters in his own words, you had better say so at once, and I will abdicate in your favour."

"Go on, sire--I submit," said Jeff.

"Well then, Molly, I was about to say, when my secretary interrupted me, that he and I have at last come to an agreement. After much explanation, I have got him to understand that a king cannot possibly manage all his own affairs with his own hands, and that I am forced to have a secretary, who can at least do the `three R's' pretty well. You see, although my edication has not been neglected, it still remains a fact that I can't read without specs, that in cipherin' I am slow--slow, though sure--and that in the matter of penmanship I am neither swift nor legible. Therefore, seein' that in such things I don't differ much from other kings and great men, Jeff has generously consented to refuse the lucrative sitooation under Goverment, with nothin' partik'lar to do, which has been offered to him, and to accept the secretary of state-ship, now at the disposal of King Richard, who will give him at least as good a salary as Government, and at the same time keep his nose closer to the grindstone."

"Oh! Jeff," said Rosebud at this point, shaking her finger at her husband, "I _knew_ there was something in the wind!"

"My child," remarked the captain, "there is always something in the wind. According to the best authorities, you may count on findin' oxygen, nitrogen, and carbonic-acid gases in it--not to mention foreign substances at times, such as dust leaves, bits of old newspaper and the like, except at sea, where it is always pure and good."

"But with plenty of salt in it," interposed Miss Millet, "though not enough to cure you of bad habits, brother. Come now, tell us really what you mean."

"Well, sister, what I really mean is this: that the fortune which has been sent to me is far too big for one pair of hands and one brain to manage: so my son-in-law has agreed to help me--and the labourer, you know, is worthy of his hire! Surely I don't need to explain the meaning of that text to _you_! Since we last conversed in this room on the disposal of my surplus funds, Jeff and I have had many a long talk and walk together. Moreover, I have kept the young secretary's nose so tight to the grindstone for some months past that he has produced results which will, I think, interest--it may be even surprise--you."

"Before going further," continued the captain, pushing in his cup, "let's have some more o' that brew to wet my whistle. Well, you will be pleased to hear that I have changed my mind about the carriage and four, and the mansion in Belgravia, and the castle at Folkestone, and the steam-yacht--given 'em all up, and decided to come here an' live quietly beside you, sister."

"Are you in earnest brother?" asked Miss Millet, with sparkling eyes.

"Never more in earnest in my life; but get out your plans an' papers, secretary, an' explain 'em."

Jeff rose, left the room, and returned with a business-like bundle of papers, which he untied and arranged on the table before him. Taking up one, he said--

"This is a list of the poor people in Cranby, in whom Miss Millet has been accustomed to take special interest. The first on the list is old Susan Jenkins."

"My dear old woman, who has been bedridden so long, and in such terrible poverty?" asked Miss Millet.

"The same," answered Jeff. "Captain Millet has succeeded in getting her admission into the hospital for incurables. We have only just received intimation of the appointment; and as the old woman does not know of it yet, we thought it best to let you be the bearer of the news."

"Oh, brother!" exclaimed Miss Millet, clasping her hands in delight. She knew now that the captain was in earnest, for he would sooner have cut off his own hand than trifle with her feelings.

"Go on, secretary," cried the captain, taking a considerable swig of tea, "an' don't you interrupt, Molly, else we'll never get through."

"The next name is Martha Brand."

"What, ragged little Martha?" exclaimed Miss Millet.

"The same. A new rig-out has been ordered for Martha, and she is to be sent to school. Joe Puncheon, better known as Vagabond Joe, has been apprenticed to a carpenter--by his own special desire--and goes to work on Monday next in a suit of suitable clothes."

"Come, sir, none o' that in business hours," cried the captain, "and heave that list overboard. It would take us half the night to get through with it. Come to the plans, sir; open the plans."

Putting aside the list, the obedient secretary took up a large document, and, unfolding it, spread it on the table.

"This," said Jeff, with business-like gravity, "is a plan of the Cranby Swimming Bath. The coast near the town being rocky, and in many ways inconvenient for bathing, sea-water is to be pumped into this bath daily by a steam-engine. A professor of swimming is appointed to give gratuitous instruction in his art. The bath is to be in two parts--one for ladies, one for gentlemen--and will have dressing-boxes all round, besides diving-boards and every sort of convenience. At certain hours of the morning and evening it will be open free of charge to all comers; so that there will be no excuse for any man, woman, or child in Cranby being dirty or unable to swim."

"What a blessing it would be," exclaimed the enthusiastic Miss Millet, "if such baths existed all over the kingdom!"

"It is a disgrace to the kingdom," said Jeff, "that a bath such as this does _not_ exist in every town of the kingdom. A mere tithe of the money wasted on drink and tobacco," ("and tea," muttered the captain, pushing in his cup for more), "would suffice to do it."

"Come, Jeff, clap a stopper on your long-winded lectures, and go ahead wi' the next plan," said the captain, "and don't moralise if you can help it."

"But, brother, can you afford all this?" asked Miss Millet.

"Afford it? Of course I can. It's wonderful, Molly, what men can afford when they're willing to spend. Why, I've known a man myself who was so uncommon willin' to spend that he ruined his baker an' butcher an' greengrocer before he had done spendin'. If that's so with them as hasn't got money to spend, surely it's for a man like me to do so who's rollin' in four thousand a year, more or less. Besides, I'm goin' to invest some o' the capital in a way that'll pay back three or four hundred per cent interest! I'm not goin' to leave it all to my Rosebud. A reasonable provision she shall have--not more. You see, Molly, I'm of opinion that whatever a man has--whether he makes it by the use of his talents, or inherits it from his father, or has it sent to him unexpected, like mine--he holds it all in trust, to be used for the glory of God and the good of men. Now, cut along, secretary."

"This," said Jeff, "is the plan of the People's Free Library. The purchase of the site was effected last week, and the building is to be commenced next month."

"Ay, and the Prince of Wales is coming to lay the foundation stone," cried the captain; "leastwise I've asked him to do it, and no doubt he'll come if he's got time. But look here, Molly," he added, becoming impatient and opening out all the plans at once--"here you've got the lecture-hall an' the gymnasium, an' the church, an' the ragged school-- all ship-shape--an' what d'ye think this is? Explain it, secretary."

"This is a plan of two cottages exactly the shape and size of this one in which we sit, but with a few more rooms and out-houses behind. The empty space between them represents the site of this cottage. The one on the right is intended for Captain Millet. That on the left for--"

"For the secretary and his wife," cried the captain again, taking up the discourse. "An' look here, what d'ye think the double lines in pencil 'tween your cottage an' mine means?"

"A wash-house, perhaps."

"A wash'us," repeated the captain, with contempt. "No; that's a passage from one house to the other, so as you an' I can visit comfortably in wet weather. There's a door in the middle with two locks, one on each side; so that if either of us should chance to be in the dumps, we've got only to turn the key on our own side. But the passage ain't in the plan, you see. It's only a suggestion. Then, Rosebud, what d'ye think that thing is atop of my cottage?"

"It--it _looks_ like a--a pepper-box," replied Rose, with some hesitation.

"Pepper-box!" repeated the captain, in disgust; "why, it's a plate-glass outlook, where I can sweep the horizon with my glass all round, an' smoke my pipe in peace and comfort, and sometimes have you up, my girl, to have a chat about old times. But that's not all, Molly. Here's a letter which you can put in your pocket an' read at your leisure. It says that the tin mine in which you have shares has become so prosperous that you could sell at ten or twenty times the price of your original shares; so,--you see, you are independent of me altogether as to your livelihood. Now, old girl, what d'ye think of all that?"

The captain threw himself back in his chair, wiped his brow and looked at his sister with an air of thorough satisfaction.

"I think," returned Miss Millet slowly, "that God has been very good to us all."

"He has, sister, He has; and yet the beginning of it all did not seem very promising."

The captain cast a glance at Jeff as he spoke. The youth met the glance with a candid smile.

"I know what you think, father," he said. "You and I are agreed on that point now. I admit that what appears to be evil may be made to work for good."

"True, Jeff," returned the captain; "but I have lived long enough to see, also, that the opposite holds good--that things which are questionably good in themselves sometimes work