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And yet he lingered about returning to his wife in her present mood. He stuck the sharp point of his windmiller s candlestick 14 into a sack that stood near, and drawing up a yellow canvas sample bag which served him as a purse from the depths of his pocket, he began to count the coins by the light of the candle. He counted them over several times with increasing satisfaction, and made several slow but sure calculations as to the sum of ten shillings a week by the month, the quarter, the half, and the whole year. He then began another set of calculations of a kind less pleasant, especially to an honest man, his debts. There s a good bit to the doctor for both times, he murmured and there s the coffin, and something at the Heart of Oak for the bearers, and a couple of bottles red wine there, too, for the missus, when she disposable face mask price were so bad. And both the boys had new shoes to follow in, she would have it they should follow And so on, and so on, the windmiller ran up the list of his petty debts, and saw his way to paying them. Then he put the money back into the sample bag, and folded it very neatly, and stowed it away. And then he drew near the inner door, and peeped into the room. His poor wife seemed to be in no better case than before. She sat on the old rocking chair, swinging backwards and disposable face mask rite aid forwards, and beating her hands upon her knees in silence, and making no movement to comfort the wailing little creature on the bed. For the first time there came upon the windmiller a sense of the fact that it is an uncertain and a rather dangerous game to drive a desperate woman into a corner. His missus was as soft hearted a soul as ever lived, and for her to sit unmoved by the weeping of a neglected child was a proof that something was very far wrong indeed. One or two nasty stories of what tender hearted women had done when crazed by grief haunted him. The gold seemed to grow hot.an but a chorus of cowardly little voices drowned him, and curried favor with the Dame by crying, Tis Jan Lake, the miller s son, missus. And the big boy, conscious of his own breach of good manners, atoned for it by officiously dragging Jan to Dame Datchett s elbow. Hold un vor me, said the Dame, settling her spectacles firmly on her nose. And with infinite delight the great booby held Jan to receive his thwacks from the strap which the Dame had of late years substituted for the birch rod. And as Jan writhed, he chuckled as heartily as before, it being an amiable feature in the character of such clowns that, so long as they can enjoy a guffaw at somebody s expense, the subject of their ridicule is not a matter of much choice or discrimination. After the first angry sob, Jan set his teeth and bore his punishment in a proud silence, quite incomprehensible by the small rustics about him, who, like the pigs of the district, were in the habit of crying out in good time before they were hurt as a preventive measure. Strangely enough, it gave the biggest boy the impression that Jan was poor spirited, and unable to take his own part, a temptation to bully him too strong to be resisted. So when the school broke up, and the children were scattering over the road and water meads, the wide mouthed boy came up to Jan and snatched his slate from him. Give Jan his slate cried Jan, indignantly. He was five years old, but the other was seven, and he held the slate above his head. And who be Jan, then, thee little gallus bird said he, tauntingly. I be Jan answered the little fellow, defiantly. Jan Lake, the miller s son. Give I his slate Thee s not a miller s son, said the other and the rest of the children began to gather round. I be a miller s son, reiterated Jan. And I ve got a miller s thumb, too and he turned up his little thumb for confirmation of the fact. Thee s not a miller s son, repeated the other, with a grin. Thee s nobody s child, thee is. Master Lake s not thy vather, nor Mrs. Lake bean t thy mother. Thee was brought to the mill in a sack of grist, thee was. In 3m half face mask amazon saying which, the boy repeated 3m half face mask amazon a popular version of Jan s history. If any one had been present outside Dame Datchett s cottage at that moment who had been in the windmill when Jan first came to it, he would have seen a likeness so vivid between the face of the child and the face of the man who brought him to the mill as would have seemed to clear up at least one point of the mystery of his parentage. Pride and wrath convulsed every line of the square, quaint face, and seemed to narrow it to the likeness of the man s, as, with his black eyes blazing with passion, Jan flew at his enemy. The boy still held Jan s slate on high, and with a derisive haw haw he broug.
can t spare me to the day 192 school now, so our Bessy persuaded him to let me go at nights. Bully Tom s face looked a shade darker, and the pendulum took a swing which it was fortunate the lad avoided but the conversation continued with every appearance of civility. You come back by Yew lane, I suppose Yes. Why, there s no one lives your way but old Johnson you must come back alone Of course, I do, said Bill, beginning to feel vaguely uncomfortable. It must be dark now before school looses was the next inquiry and the boy s discomfort increased, he hardly knew why, as he answered There s a moon. So there is, said Bully Tom, in a tone of polite assent and there s a weathercock on the church steeple but I never heard of either of em coming down to help a body, whatever happened. Bill s discomfort had become alarm. Why, what could happen he asked. I don t understand you. His companion whistled, looked up in does n95 protect against fumes the air, and kicked vigorously, but said nothing. Bill was not extraordinarily brave, but he had a fair amount both of spirit and sense and having a shrewd 193 suspicion that Bully Tom was trying to frighten him, he almost made up his mind to run off then and there. Curiosity, however, and a vague alarm which he could not throw off, made him stay for a little more information. I wish you d out with it he exclaimed, impatiently. What could happen No one ever comes along Yew lane and if they did they wouldn t hurt me. I know no one ever comes near it when they can help it, was the reply so, to be sure, you couldn t get set upon. And a pious lad of your sort wouldn t mind no other kind. Not like ghosts, or anything of that. And Bully Tom looked round at his companion a fact disagreeable from its rarity. I don t believe in ghosts, said Bill, stoutly. Of course you don t, sneered his tormentor you re too well educated. Some people does, though. I suppose them that has seen them does. Some people thinks that murdered men walk. P raps some people thinks the man as was murdered in Yew lane walks. What man gasped Bill, feeling very chilly down the spine. Him that was riding by the cross roads and dragged into Yew lane, and his head cut off and never found, and his body buried in the churchyard, said 194 Bully Tom, with a rush of superior information and all I know is, if I thought he walked in Yew lane, or any other lane, I wouldn t go within five mile of it after dusk that s all. But then I m not book larned. The two last statements were true if nothing else was that the man had said and after holding up his feet and examining his boots with his head a one side, as if considering their probable efficiency against flesh and blood, he slid from his perch, and loafed slowly up the street, whistling and kicking the stones as.he went along. As to Beauty Bill, he fled home as fast as his legs would carry him. By the door stood Bessy, washing some clothes who turned her pretty face as he came up. You re late, Bill, she said. Go in and get your tea, it s set out. It s night school night, thou knows, and Master Arthur always likes his class to time. He lingered, and she continued John Gardener was down this afternoon about some potatoes, and he says Master Arthur is expecting a friend. Bill did not heed this piece of news, any more than the slight flush on his sister s face 3m half face mask amazon as she delivered it he was wondering whether what Bully Tom said was mere invention to frighten him, or whether there was any truth in it. Bessy he said, was there a man ever murdered in Yew lane 195 Bessy was occupied with her own thoughts, and did not notice the anxiety of the 3m half face mask amazon question. I believe there was, she answered carelessly, somewhere about there. It s a hundred years ago or more. There s an old gravestone over him in the churchyard by the wall, with an odd verse on it. They say the parish clerk wrote it. But get your tea, or you ll be late, and father ll be angry and Bessy took up her tub and departed. Poor Bill Then it was too true. He began 3m half face mask amazon to pull up his trousers and look at his grazed legs and the thoughts of his aching shins, Bully Tom s cruelty, the unavoidable night school, and the possible ghost, were too much for him, and he burst into tears. CHAPTER II. There are birds out on the bushes, In the meadows lies the lamb, How I wonder if they re ever Half as frightened as I am C.F. Alexander. The night school was drawing to a close. The attendance had been good, and the room looked cheerful. In one corner the Rector was teaching a group of grown up men, who better late than never 196 were zealously learning to read in another the schoolmaster was flourishing his stick before a map as he breathing face concluded his lesson in geography. By the fire sat Master Arthur, the Rector s son, surrounded by his class, and in front of him stood Beauty Bill. medical procedure masks Master Arthur was very popular with the people, especially with his pupils. The boys were anxious to get into his class, and loath to leave it. They admired his great height, his merry laugh, the variety of walking sticks he brought with him, and his very funny way of explaining pictures. He was not a very methodical teacher, and was rather apt to give unexpected lessons on subjects in which he happened just then to be interested himself but he had a clear simple way of explaining anything, which impressed it on the memory, and he took a great deal of pains in his own way. Bill was especially devoted to him. medicine face mask He often wished that Master Arthur could get very rich, and take him for his man servant he thought he should like to brus.d to be not all of one kind. The red bread pans, pipkins, flower pots, and so forth, were grouped about the door with some attempt at effective display, and with cheap prices marked in chalk upon their sides. The window was clean, and in it many knick knacks of other kinds were mixed with the smaller china ware. And, when George entered the shop, the hunchback s wife was behind the counter. Like Mrs. Lake, he paused to think where he could have seen her before the not uncomely face marred by an ugly mouth, in which the upper lip was long and cleft, and the lower lip large and heavy, seemed familiar to him. He was still beating his brains when the Cheap Jack came in. George had been puzzled that the woman s countenance did not seem new to him, and he was puzzled and disturbed also that the expression on the face of the can nokia n95 support whatsapp Cheap Jack was quite new. Whatever the hunchback had in his head, however, he was not unfriendly in his manner. Good morning, George, my dear he cried, cheerfully you ve seen my missus before, eh, George George was just about to say no, when he remembered that he had seen the woman, and when and where. Dreadful night that was, Mr. Sannel said the Cheap Jack s wife, with a smile on her large mouth. George assented, and by the hospitable invitation of the newly married couple he followed them into the dwelling part of the house, trying as he did so to decide upon a plan for his future conduct. Here at last was a woman who could probably tell all that he wanted to know about the mystery on which he had hoped to trade, 3m half face mask amazon and the Cheap Jack had married her. If any thing could be got out of the knowledge of Jan s history, the Cheap Jack, and not George, would get it now. The hasty resolution to which George came was to try to share what he could not keep entirely to himself. He flattered himself he could be very civil, and he had got the letter. It proved useful. George was resolved not to show it until he had got at something of what the large mouthed woman had to tell and, as she wanted to see the letter, she made a virtue of necessity, and seemed anxious to help the miller s man to the utmost of her power. The history of her connection with Jan s babyhood 3m half face mask amazon was soon told, and she told it truthfully. Five years before her marriage to the Cheap Jack, she was a chambermaid in a small hotel in London, and under notice to leave. Why she did not deem it necessary to tell George. In this hotel Jan was born, and Jan s mother died. She was a foreigner, it was supposed, and her husband also, for they talked a foreign language to each other. He was not with her when she first came, but he joined her afterwards, and was with her at her death. So far the Cheap Jack s wife spoke upon hearsay. Though employed at the hotel.
3m Half Face Mask Amazon his own loss was a bagatelle, and gathering on the whole that the army, as a profession, opened a sort of boundless career of opportunities to a man of his peculiar talents and appearance. There was something infectious, too, in the gay easy style in which the soldier seemed to treat fortune, good or ill and the miller s man was stimulated at last to vow that he was not such a fool as he looked, and would never say die. To the best of his belief, the sergeant replied in terms which showed that, had he been in cash, George s loss would have been made good by him, out of pure generosity, and on the spot. As it was, he pressed upon his acceptance the sum of one shilling, which the miller s man pocketed with tears. What 3m half face mask amazon recruit can afterwards remember which argument of the skilful sergeant did most to melt his discretion into valor The sun had not dried the dew from the wolds, and the sails of the windmill hung idle in the morning air, when George Sannel made his first march to the drums and fifes, with ribbons flying from his hat, a recruit of the 206th Royal Wiltshire Regiment of Foot. As the Cheap Jack and his wife hastened home from the mop, Sal had some difficulty in restraining her husband s impatience to examine the pocket book as they walked along. Prudence prevailed, however, and it was not opened till they were at home and alone. In notes and money, George s savings amounted to more than thirteen pounds. Pretty well, my dear, said the Cheap Jack, grinning hideously. And now for the letter. Read it aloud, Sal, my dear you re a better scholar than me. Sal opened the thin, well worn sheet, and read the word Moerdyk, but then she paused. 3m half face mask amazon And, like Abel, she paused so long that the hunchback pressed impatiently to look over her shoulder. But the letter was written in a foreign language, and the Cheap Jack and his wife were no wiser for it than the miller s man. CHAPTER XVIII. MIDSUMMER HOLIDAYS. CHILD FANCIES. JAN AND THE PIG MINDER. MASTER SALTER AT HOME. JAN HIRES HIMSELF OUT. Midsummer came, and the Dame s school broke up for the holidays. Jan had longed for them intensely. Not that he was oppressed by the labors of learning, but that he wanted to be out of doors. Many a little one was equally eager for the freedom of the fields, but the common child love for hedges and ditches, and flower picking, and the like, was intensified in Jan by a deeper pleasure which country scenes awoke from the artist nature 3m half face mask amazon within him. That it is no empty sentimentality to speak of an artist nature in a child, let the child memories of all artists bear witness That they inspired the poet Wordsworth 3m half face mask amazon with one of his best poems, and that they have dyed the canvas of most landscape painters with the indestructible local coloring of th.ongruous spectacle of a becoming bonnet arranged during the Litany by the tightly gloved fingers of a worshipper, who would probably not be any the more devout for being uncomfortably conscious of bad clothes. An old friend of my childhood used to tell me that she always thought a good deal of her dress before going to church, that she might quite forget it when there. Surely, dress has absolutely nothing to do with devotion. And the 3m n95 8210 particulate respirator mask impertinent patronage of worshippers in fustian is at least as offensive as the older fashioned vulgarity of pride in congregations who come in their own carriages. And I do protest against the flippant inference that good clothes for the body must lower the assumptions of the spirit, or make repentance insincere which I no more believe than that the worship of a clean Christian is less acceptable than that of a brother who cannot afford or does not value the use of soap. I am perhaps anxious to defend this congregation, on which Jan stumbled in the pale light of early morning in the city, from any imputation on the sincerity of its worship, because it was mostly very comfortably clad. The men were chiefly business men, with a good deal of the obnoxious broadcloth about them, and with well brushed hats beneath their seats. One of the stoutest and most comfortable looking, 3m half face mask amazon with an intelligent face and a fair clean complexion which spoke of good food, stood near the door. He wore a new great coat with a velvet collar, but his gray eyes they had seen middle age, and did not shine with any flash of youthful enthusiasm were fixed upon the window, and he sang very heartily, and by heart, Other Refuge have I none Hangs my helpless soul on Thee Leave, ah leave me not alone, Still support and comfort me. The tears flowed down Jan s cheeks. It had been a favorite hymn of his foster mother, and he had often sung it to her. Master Swift used to give the note, and then sink himself into the bass part, and these quaint duets had been common at the mill. How delightful such simple pleasures seem to those who look back on them from the dark places of the earth, full of misery and wickedness In spite of his tears, Jan was fain to join as the hymn went on, and he sang like a bird, All my trust on Thee is stayed, All my help from Thee I bring Cover my defenceless head With the shadow of Thy wing. It was the hymn after the third collect, and when it was ended the comfortable looking gentleman motioned Jan into a seat, and he knelt down. When the service was over, the same gentleman took him by the arm, and asked, What s the matter with you, my boy A rapid survey of his woes led Jan to reply, I ve no home, sir. The congregation had dispersed quickly, for the men were going to business. This gentleman walke.