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Watermen, And Others, Who Were Lounging About The Dockhead And
Commenting On The Merits Of A First-Class, Clipper-Built, Full Rigged
Vessel That Was Lying In The Cove, Her Sails Loosed And The Blue Peter
Or Signal For Sailing, Flying At The Fore.
"You May Well Say That With Your Own Purty Mouth, For It's Yourself That
Knows That Same, Cornelius O'donovan, For Wasn't It Yourself That Made
The First Trip In Her, And Isn't Captain Costigan A Blood Relation Of
Your Own, And Sure A Smarter Boy Than Him That Has The Handling Of Her
Isn't To Be Found Between This And Bantry Bay."
"It Is Her Fourth Trip To The Cape Of Good Hope," Resumed The First
Speaker, Knocking The Ashes Out Of His Pipe, And Preparing To Refill It.
Just Then A Lady, Dressed In The Height Of The Prevailing Fashion,
Advanced, And Of One Of The Party Enquired The Name Of The Ship, And The
Port To Which She Was Bound.
"The 'Kaffir Chief,' Outward Bound For The Cape Of Good Hope," Was The
Reply Of The Waterman Who Had Been Addressed. "Shall I Put You On Board,
My Lady?"
"Not At This Moment,--But When Does She Sail?"
"She Will Up Anchor And Top Her Boom At Sunset," Answered Another Of The
Bystanders.
"They Are Lowering A Boat," Said The Old Tar, Who Had First Spoken, Who
Was Now Taking A Squint At Her Through A Small Pocket Telescope; "It Is
The Skipper Coming Ashore For His Papers, Mails, And Perhaps To Jack Up
Some Stray Passengers."
"You Would Oblige Me By Telling The Captain That A Lady Wishes To Speak
To Him As Soon As He Lands, And Then See If You Can Manage To Drink My
Health At Yonder Little Public House," And Mrs. Fraudhurst Here Held Out
A Crown Piece To The Old Seaman, Who Gladly Accepted The Offered Coin.
"What Did You Say The Captain's Name Was?" It Was Immediately Given.
"Then Be Good Enough To Tell Captain Costigan That He Will Find Me
Waiting For Him Beneath Those Trees Yonder," She Said, As She Turned And
Walked In The Direction Indicated.
"Pretty Spoken Woman That; Devilish Good Looting, Too; What Can She Want
With Old Castigan?" Remarked One Of The Party.
Chapter 15 Pg 102There Be Any Room In The 'Kaffir Chief,'" Replied Another Of The
Bystanders, "Go Over At Once To The 'Jolly Sailor'; I Will Be With You
As Soon As I Deliver The Lady's Message, And Then We Will Drink Her
Health," Said The Old Salt Who Had Received The Lady's Bounty.
"Captain Costigan, Of The 'Kaffir Chief,' I Believe," Said Mrs.
Fraudhurst As She Advanced From Under The Trees, From Whence She Had
Been Watching His Approach.
"The Same At Your Service Madam," Was The Reply Of The Polite Seaman, As
He Lifted His Glazed Hat And Bowed To The Person Who Addressed Him.
"I Have, Unfortunately, Lost My Passage In The 'Eastern Monarch,' Which
Sailed Some Days Since From London, And Am Anxious To Return To The Cape
With As Little Delay As Possible. I Noticed In The Newspaper That Your
Vessel Was Bound To That Port,--Am I Too Late, Or Have You Room For
Another?" The Captain Eyed Her For A Moment, And Apparently Satisfied
With His Scrutiny, Replied:
"I Have But Few Passengers, And There Is A First-Class Berth Vacant,
With Excellent Accommodation. You Will I Trust Take A Sailor's Word For
That, As The Time Is Short, And I Sail At Sunset."
"The Truth And Honesty Of Our Sailors Are Proverbial," Said The Lady
With One Of Her Blandest Smiles. He Then Accompanied Her To The Hotel;
Here Matters Were Quickly Arranged, The Passage Money Paid Down, And
Captain Costigan Promised To Call For Her, And Convey Her And Her
Effects On Board On His Return Call. This Had Been So Quietly
Managed--No Agent Or Go Between Employed--That No Person, Not Even The
Landlord Of The Hotel, Was Aware Of Her Intentions. He Was Under The
Impression That The Lady, Who Occupied Two Of The Best Rooms In His
House, Would In All Probability Remain There For The Rest Of The
Summer. This He Judged From What She Had Let Fall During A Conversation
He Had Had With Her An Hour After Her Arrival, And The Worthy Man Was
Quite Taken Aback When She Paid Her Bill, And Leaning On The Arm Of
Captain Costigan, Left His Establishment, To Take Up Her Quarters On
Board The Good Ship, Now Lying With Her Anchor Apeak In The Offing.
From The Quarter Deck Of The "Kaffir Chief," Towards The Close Of That
Beautiful Summer Day, Could Be Seen A Magnificent Panoramic View Of One
Of The Finest Harbors In Europe, With The Purple-Tinted Hills Of Munster
In The Distance, And The Iron-Bound Coast Standing Boldly Out On Either
Side, And Beaten With The Surges Which Impetuously Dashed Against The
Rugged Steeps. In Stormy Weather The Billows Rolled In From The Dark
Ocean In Long Arching Waves, Bursting With A Deafening Noise On The
Beething Cliffs, And Scattering The Salt Spray Hundreds Of Feet In The
Air. Then Again Met The Eye The Fortifications On Spike Island, Convict
Depot, Carlisle Fort, Light House, Camden Fort, Black Point, And The
Handsome City Of Cork, With Its Bustling Streets And Its Quays And
Docks, Crowded With Vessels Of All Nations, Presenting A Picture Well
Worth Travelling Miles To Behold. But What A Bright Change Has Come Over
The Spirit Of The Age, Since The Days Of Elizabeth And Religious
Persecution, When Cork Was Made A Howling Wilderness, Because Its
Chapter 15 Pg 103Ordered By Law. Verily, In Every Country, And In Every Age, Mad
Fanaticism Has Played Such Pranks Before High Heaven As To Make Even The
Angels Weep For Poor Humanity. But We Live In Happier Times Now, And
Enjoy That Great Blessing, Liberty Of Conscience, To Its Fullest
Extent.
The Wind Was Fair, And, With Every Sail Set, The Gallant Bark, On The
Top Of The White Crested Foam Of The Rippling Waves, Floated Proudly Out
To Sea, And Was Soon Hull Down In The Distance, Her Tall Tapering Spars
Fading From View, For The Bright Orb Of Day Had Already Sank Beneath Its
Ocean Bed, And The Golden Tints Of The Horizon Were Fast Deepening To
The Purple Shades Of Night. There Were But Three Other Passengers, An
Old Major Of Artillery, A Merchant Of Cape Town, And A Juvenile Ensign
Of Infantry, Going Out To Join His Regiment. There Were No Other Ladies
On Board; This Was A Source Of Infinite Satisfaction To The Flying
Widow, Who, From Prudential Motives, Had Engaged Her Passage Under The
Name Of Mrs. Harcourt Grenville, And Fears For Her Personal Safety Were
Completely Set At Rest On Finding That The News Of The Accident By Rail,
Which Had Cost Sir Ralph Coleman His Life, Had Not Reached The Ear Of
Any Person On Board, And She, Herself, Was Not Quite Certain But That
Her Accomplice In Fraud Might Yet Survive; If So, Her Condition Was
Still Very Precarious, But She Argued That He Would Scarcely Recover, Or
He Would Not Have Committed Himself By Making Known To The World His
Share In The Transaction Concerning The Stolen Will, And Under The
Assumed Name, And In A Distant Land, She Would Be Secure From Detection.
She Had No Intention Of Remaining At The Cape; Her Object Was To Try Her
Fortune In India, And Had Only Come On Board The "Kaffir Chief," As It
Afforded Her The Earliest Opportunity For Evading Pursuit. She Was Well
Aware That She Could Easily Proceed To India From The Cape In One Of The
Indiamen That So Frequently Touched At That Port, And So, On The Whole,
She Felt Tolerably Easy In Her New Position, And Set To Work, With Her
Usual Tact, To Make Herself Agreeable To The Captain And Her Fellow
Travellers. Ensign Winterton She Took Under Her Especial Protection,
Which Very Much Flattered His Boyish Pride; Made Considerable Headway
With Major Dowlas, Who, By The Way, Was A Bachelor; And Never Failed To
Accept The Proffered Arm Of The Attentive Captain, When On Deck; For
Although Married And On The Wrong Side Of Fifty, Being An Irishman And A
Corkonian, He Was Not Insensible To The Charms Of A Handsome Woman Some
Years His Junior.
Her Account Of Herself Was, That She Was The Wife Of A Surgeon At
Graham's Town, Had Been Some Time In England, And Had Spent The Spring
And Part Of The Summer In London, And Intended To Remain At Cape Town
Until Her Husband Came For Her. She Had Several Thousand Pounds, The
Savings Of Some Twenty Years, Dressed With Excellent Taste, And Had
Taken Such Good Care Of Her Constitution, That She Looked At Least Ten
Years Younger Than She Really Was, And Felt Convinced From All She Had
Heard And Read, That She Would Experience But Little Difficulty In
Procuring A Suitable Husband And Establishment In One Of The Indian
Presidencies, She Cared Not Which, And Having No Acquaintances In The
Army, Was Not At All Likely To Be Recognized As The Ex-Governess Of
Vellenaux.
Chapter 16 Pg 104
There Was Another Change That Had Taken Place In The Little Village Of
Vellenaux Which Has Not Been Brought To The Notice Of The Reader, And
May As Well Be Introduced Here As Elsewhere, Since It Must Be Known
Sooner Or Later. The Venerable Rector Who Had Performed The Last Sad
Rites Over Sir Jasper, Did Not Long Survive His Old And Esteemed Friend.
He Had Been Ailing For Several Months Prior To His Decease, And Had Been
Assisted In His Clerical Duties By A Curate, A Gentleman Of
Pre-Possessing Appearance; About Twenty-Eight Years Of Age. He Appeared
To Be Eminently Qualified For The Profession He Had Chosen, And Entered
With Spirit And Energy Upon The Various Duties That Now Devolved Upon
Him; His Quiet And Unassuming Manner Gained Him The Respect Of The Whole
Neighborhood. He Read With A Clear, Distinct Tone, And His Sermons Were
Such As Had Not Been Heard In Vellenaux For Many Years. He Was Always
Welcome Whenever He Visited His Parishioners Or Attended The Sick. He
Took A Very Great Interest In The Sunday School That Had Been
Inaugurated By Edith Who Had, On Leaving The Willows, Transferred That
Responsibility To Julia And Emily Barton, And On Her Sister's Marriage
Emily Presided Over The Classes. This Just Suited One Of Her Tastes And
Habits, Who Was Ever Ready
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