The Little Missis Part 34

THE HOME-COMING

True to her word Bessie paid her visit to Mrs. Coates the next day. She had not been long in the house before the hollow cough was heard.

"Good gracious!" exclaimed Bessie; though really listening for it, the sound had quite startled her. "What a dreadful cough!"

"That it is. It's our lodger, poor fellow! I'm afraid he's not long for this world."

"What is his name?"

"Richard Wood."

"H'm." If Mrs. Coates had been at all a sharp sort of woman she might have detected something peculiar in that expression.

"I'm afraid he's very poor," continued Mrs. Coates. "He's paid me all right, but I don't think he's much left. I took him up some hot supper last night, and my! didn't he eat it up ravenously!"

"Has he any friends?"

"Doesn't seem to have any."

"The best thing he could do would be to get into a hospital."

"Yes, I suppose so. I really wish he would, for that cough quite wears on me."

"I know some one who subscribes to the Warley Hospital: I could get him an in-letter for there, I feel sure, if he would care to go."

"Do you really!"--quite eagerly. "I should be glad if he could be got there! I shouldn't like to tell him to go, it would seem cruel, but I'm sure I can't stand that cough much longer."

"Well, go up at once and ask him," suggested Bessie.

"I will, there can be no harm in that," and away Mrs. Coates went.

There was quite a different look on her face when she returned.

"No, he won't go," shaking her head, "couldn't move him!--says that when his money's all gone, he'll go into the workhouse; I needn't be frightened about being kept out of my money--as if I was thinking of that! But there, that's all I get for all my trouble! You might give your life for some folks, and they wouldn't give you even a nod in return, not they!" Mrs. Coates was evidently feeling very annoyed.

"Yes," exclaimed Bessie, "he's just one of that sort"--and then suddenly added, "at least, I should think so, from what you say."

Bessie could think of no other suggestion to make, but went away determined to think out some other plan for getting Mrs. Coates' lodger out of Hadley.

The next time Mrs. Coates had an interview with her lodger, he suddenly asked: "Who was that woman who wanted to get me packed off to Warley?"

"Mrs. Jones," was the curt answer.

"And who's Mrs. Jones?"

"A very nice woman," turning round quite fiercely towards him, "a very nice young woman indeed, and I can't see why you shouldn't be willing to let her do you a kindness--that I can't!"

"Perhaps not," he replied, "but you haven't told me yet who she is.

There are heaps of Mrs. Jones."

"She used to live with Mrs. Waring; she's the daughter of Mr. Marchant, the chemist. I wish you'd let me ask Mrs. Waring to come and see you,"

exclaimed Mrs. Coates, not giving "Richard Wood" time to reply, the very mention of Phebe's name bringing, what she thought, a bright idea into her head; "she would be sure to know what was the best thing for you to do! I always take all my troubles to her."

"Look here, woman!" exclaimed the lodger angrily, "don't bring that friend of yours here, for I will not see her. Please remember that."

"But she is a good woman."

"Is she!"--with a sneer.

"Yes, she is--a very good woman!"

"Then why did her husband have to leave her?--Yes, I know her just as well as you do, perhaps better."

"You know nothing bad about her, that I'm certain," replied Mrs. Coates, raising her voice to quite an angry pitch; "you should ask, 'What sort of a sneak was her husband to leave such a woman?'--that's what you should ask."

"So that is how she talks about her husband, is it?"

"No, it isn't. I've never heard her mention him, so there. But I won't have you say one word against my Mrs. Waring. So I tell you!" And Mrs.

Coates left the room for fear her tears should be seen.

"The horrid man!" she said to herself. "I suppose G.o.d sees something in him to love, at least that's what Mrs. Waring would say, so I suppose I must search for it till I find it. But for that he should go out of this house this very day, that he should! Wouldn't Jim be riled if he knew what he said about Mrs. Waring! I'd better not tell him."

Late one evening Phebe paid a visit to Jim Coates to explain to him her garden scheme and to secure his help for it.

What a change there was in that home from what it was on her first visit! The whole family this evening was in a state of great excitement over the arrival of a new couch, and each member had been taking turns to lie down on it. Jim had also got a special and personal bit of news which considerably added to the excitement; he had just seen Mr. Black, who had offered him a good position as foreman on some fresh works quite near, and when Mrs. Waring added her news there was a state of matters in that little home difficult to describe.

Jim clapped his hands and shouted: "If this isn't like being in Heaven afore the time! It beats everything I ever knowed!"

"Don't make quite so much noise, then," put in Mrs. Coates. "You see,"

turning to Mrs. Waring, "we've got a lodger in bed upstairs, and he's that bad, poor fellow, I don't know what will become of him."

"Bless you! he can't hear us," exclaimed Jim; "and if he did, it 'ud do him good. It does you good to laugh, and it does you good to hear a laugh, too."

"Ah, but Mr. Wood is a good deal too bad for that."

"Poor fellow!" said their visitor, "if I can help him in any way please let me know."

"Look here, Mrs. Waring," put in Jim. "I wish you'd do us the honour of having a bit of supper with us. I'm of the same mind as your Mrs.

Colston, when you're extra happy it seems like as if you ought to eat together. On the strength of my new job I've bought a tin of coffee and some new-laid eggs."

Mrs. Waring felt it would be very ungracious if she did not accept the invitation, though just then time was very precious.

"Don't you think I'm a lucky man, Mrs. Waring?" exclaimed Jim, as he stood with his watch in his hand, counting the minutes while the eggs were boiling, "and it's all come through you."

"No, through G.o.d," was her correction.

"Well, G.o.d used you, anyhow. And what a change there is in Mr. Black, too----"