The Young Trawler, Robert Michael Ballantyne [e novels to read .txt] 📗

the streets proclaiming your secret, whatever it is, to Tom, Dick, and Harry, even if it were worth telling, much less when it is probably not worth remembering? Of course I might let it slip, you know, by accident and when a thing slips there is no possibility of recovery, as I said once to your dear father that time when he slipped off the end of the pier into the water and had to be fished up by the waist-band of his trousers with grappling-irons, I think they called them--at all events they were very dangerous-looking things, and I've often argued with him--though I hate argument--that they might have gone into his body and killed him, yet he would insist that, being blunt, the thing was out of the question, though, as I carefully explained to him, the question had nothing to do with it--but it is useless arguing with you, Ruth--I mean, it was useless arguing with your father, dear man, for although he was as good as gold, he had a very confused mind, you know. What was it we were talking about?--oh yes!--your secret. Well, what is it?"

With a flushed face and eager look, Ruth said, "Mother, I _cannot_ help being convinced that Mrs Bright the fisherman's wife, is no other than Captain Bream's lost sister!"

"If you cannot help being convinced, child, it is of no use my attempting to reason with you. But why think of such nonsense? If she is what you suppose, she must have been a Miss Bream before marriage."

"So she was!" exclaimed Ruth, with a look of triumph. I have found that out--only I fear that is not proof positive, because, you know, although not a common name, Bream is by no means singular.

"Well, but she would have been a lady--or--or would have had different manners if she had been Captain Bream's sister," objected Mrs Dotropy.

"That does not follow," said Ruth, quickly. "The captain may have risen from the ranks; we cannot tell; besides, Mrs Bright _is_ very refined, both in manner and speech, compared with those around her. I was on the point one day of asking if she had a brother, when she seemed to draw up and cut the matter short; so I have had to fall back on my original plan of trying to bring the two face to face, which would at once settle the question, for of course they'd know each other."

"Dear child, why make such a mystery about it?" said Mrs Dotropy; "why not tell the captain of your suspicion, and ask him to go and see the woman?"

"Because it would be so cruel to raise his expectations, mother, and then perhaps find that I was wrong. It would disappoint him so terribly. But this reference to a `search' in his letter makes me feel almost sure he is searching for this lost sister."

"Foolish child! It is a wild fancy of your romantic brain. Who ever heard," said the mother, "of a lawyer being employed to search for a sister? Depend upon it, this captain is in search of some deed,--a lost will, or a--an old parchment or a document of some sort, perhaps referring to a mismanaged property, or estate, or fortune, for things of that kind are often seen in the newspapers; though how the newspapers come to find out about them all is more than I can understand. I've often wondered at it. Ah! your dear father used to say in his facetious way that he was "lost in the _Times_," when he wanted to be let alone. I don't mean advertised for as lost, of course, though he might have been, for I have seen him lose his head frequently; indeed I have been almost forced to the conclusion more than once that the _Times_ had a good deal to do with your father's mental confusion; it told such awful lies sometimes, and then a month or two afterwards would flatly contradict them all by telling the truth--at least it was probably the truth since it was the opposite of the lies; but it's of no use talking, I always find that. What were you saying, child?"

"Well, mother, I was going to say," answered Ruth, with a sigh, "that I must just have patience and be content to wait."

"Now you talk like the dear, good, sensible little thing that you are," said Mrs Dotropy, rising; "run, put on your hat and I'll walk with you by the sea, or go visit the fisher-folk if you like--or the Miss Seawards."

In this amiable frame of mind the mother and daughter set off to the shore.

Ruth's patience was indeed tried more severely than she had anticipated, for, whatever the search was in which Captain Bream had engaged, it compelled him to remain in town much longer than he had intended.

Meanwhile the _Evening Star_ returned to port, and David Bright, with Billy, Joe, and the rest of the crew, went to enjoy themselves in their various ways during their brief holiday.

Mrs Bright chanced to be spending the afternoon with Mrs Joe Davidson and her wonderful "babby" when the skipper and mate walked in upon them. There were two little shrieks of joy; then the two wives were enfolded, and for a few seconds lost to view, in the stupendous embrace of the two fishermen, while the babby was, for the moment, absolutely forgotten! But she took care not to be forgotten long. On recovering from her first surprise she gave utterance to a howl worthy of a seaman's daughter. Joe immediately seized her in his arms, and half smothered her in a fond embrace, to which, apparently, she did not object.

Meanwhile little Billy stood looking on approvingly, with his hands in his pockets and his booted legs wide apart.

"I wonder when somebody's a-goin' to pay some sort of attention to _me_," he said after a minute or two.

"Why, Billy, I didn't see ye," cried Mrs Joe, holding out her hand; "how are ye, puss in boots?"

"If it was any other female but yourself, Maggie, as said that, I'd scorn to notice you," returned Billy, half indignant.

"My darling boy!" cried Mrs Bright, turning to her son and enfolding him in her arms.

"Ah! that's the way to do it," responded Billy, submitting to the embrace. "You're the old ooman as knows how to give a feller a good hearty squeeze. But don't come it too strong, mother, else you'll put me all out o' shape. See, daddy's a-goin' to show his-self off."

This last remark had reference to a small bundle which David Bright was hastily untying.

"See here, Nell," he said, with a strange mixture of eagerness and modesty, "I've joined 'em at last old girl. Look at that."

He unrolled a M.D.S.F. flag, which he had purchased from the skipper of the mission smack.

"An' I've signed the pledge too, lass."

"Oh! David," she exclaimed, grasping her husband's right hand in both of hers. But her heart was too full for more.

"Yes, Nell, I've had grace given me to hoist the Lord's colours in the Short Blue, an' it was your little book as done it. I'd ha' bin lost by now, if it hadn't bin for the blessed Word of God."

Again Nell essayed to speak, but the words refused to come. She laid her head on her husband's shoulder and wept for joy.

We have said that David Bright was not by nature given to the melting mood, but his eyes grew dim and his voice faltered at this point and it is not improbable that there would have been a regular break-down, if Joe's blessed babby had not suddenly come to the rescue in the nick of time with one of her unexpected howls. As temporary neglect was the cause of her complaint it was of course easily cured. When quiet had been restored Mrs Bright turned to her son--"Now, Billy, my boy, I must send you off immediately."

"But what if I won't go off--like a bad sky-rocket?" said the boy with a doubtful expression on his face.

"But you'll have to go--and you'll be willing enough, too, when I tell you that it's to see Miss Ruth Dotropy you are going."

"What!--the angel?"

"Yes, she's here just now, and wants to see you very much, and made me promise to send you to her the moment you came home. So, off you go! She lives with her mother in the old place, you know."

"All right, _I_ know. Farewell, mother."

In a few minutes Billy was out of sight and hearing--which last implies a considerable distance, for Billy's whistle was peculiarly loud and shrill. He fortunately had not to undergo the operation of being "cleaned" for this visit, having already subjected himself to that process just before getting into port. The only portions of costume which he might have changed with propriety on reaching shore were his long boots, but he was so fond of these that he meant to stick to them, he said, through thick and thin, and had cleaned them up for the occasion.

At the moment he turned into the street where his friends and admirers dwelt, Ruth chanced to be at the window, while the Miss Seawards, then on a visit to her mother, were seated in the room.

"Oh! the _darling_!" exclaimed Ruth, with something almost like a little shriek of delight.

"Which darling--you've got so many?" asked her mother.

"Oh! Billy Bright, the sweet innocent--look at him; quick!"

Thus adjured the sisters ran laughing to the window, but the stately mother sat still.

"D'you mean the boy with the boots on?" asked Jessie, who was short-sighted.

"Yes, yes, that's him!"

"If you had said the boots with the boy in them, Jessie," observed Kate, "you would have been nearer the mark!"

In a few minutes, Billy, fully alive to his importance in the ladies' eyes, sat gravely in the midst of them answering rapid questions.

"You've not had tea, Billy, I hope," said Ruth, rising and ringing the bell.

"No, miss, I haven't, an' if I had, I'm always game for two teas."

Soon Billy was engaged with bread, butter, cakes, and jam, besides other luxuries, some of which he had never even dreamed of before.

"What an excellent appetite you have!" said Jessie Seaward, scarcely able to restrain her admiration.

"Yes, ma'am," said Billy, accepting another bun with much satisfaction, "we usually does pretty well in the Short Blue in that way, though we don't have sich grub as this to tickle our gums with. You see, we has a lot o' fresh air out on the North Sea, an' it's pretty strong air too-- specially when it blows 'ard. W'y, I've seed it blow that 'ard that it was fit to tear the masts out of us; an' once it throw'd us right over on our beam-ends."

"On what ends, boy?" asked Mrs Dotropy, who was beginning to feel interested in the self-sufficient little fisherman.

"Our beam-ends, ma'am. The beams as lie across under the deck, so that w'en we gits upon _their_ ends, you know, we're pretty well flat on the water."

"How dreadful!" exclaimed Jessie; "but when that happens how can you walk the deck?"

"We can't walk the deck, ma'am. We has to scramble along the best