Great Britain -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Short stories
“Will this be more money for the s-swings? Hurrah! here is an enclosure
of some sort But what is this...?”
“What's wrong, Fred? Is any one dead? Are you ill...?”
“Ethel, you are an excellent m-manager.”' The Vicar, very white as to
his cheeks, and somewhat wet as to his eyes, stood on the hearthrug and
waved his wife to a distance. “Be g-good enough to secure a commodious
farmhouse in North Wales, somewhere between Bettws-y-Coed and Llanberis,
for the month of August--with a little f-fishing attached, if possible.
“Please sit down, Ethel, and don't interrupt. I'm sane, quite sane; much
p-playground and domestic affliction have not made me mad. Now, where
was I? Yes, and arrange quite a s-series of tours round by Festiniog,
and up Snowdon, and down to Llandudno, and another to the Menai
Straits....
“You are an extravagant, d-dressy woman, Ethel, so you may get a
n-natty walking dress and three blouses, but keep a trifle for f-fishing
apparatus and special provisions... you are t-throttling me... then read
it yourself, read it aloud, and... I will p-process round the table. I
wish the boys had not gone to bed.”
“'Liverpool, _July_ 16, 189--.
“'Reverend and Dear Sir,--It has come to my knowledge from various
quarters that you and your devoted partner in life are doing a most
beneficent work, both sacred and secular, in a very necessitous district
of our great city, and that you are discharging this duty to your
fellow-creatures at severe cost to yourselves and your family.
“'My observation of life leads me to believe that none of our citizens
live harder lives, or make greater sacrifices, than clergymen of limited
means whose sphere of labour lies in poor parishes, and, without being
in any sense a good man--for my whole life is a struggle with one
besetting sin, which often getteth the victory--I have been filled
with respectful admiration, and have wished to assist, after a humble
fashion, in this Christian service.
“'As you may have some difficulty in securing a suitable holiday for
your family through your notorious charity--for such is the report
concerning you--I venture with much diffidence to enclose a draft
on London, which can be cashed at any bank, for your use, under two
conditions, which I must charge you to observe: (i) that the whole
sum be employed to the last penny in holiday expenses--including such
special outfit as may be judged fit by your wife for you all; and (2)
that you make no effort to discover the name of your unworthy friend.
The endorsement of this draft will be sufficient acknowledgment.
“'Trusting you will all have a health-giving, happy, and long holiday,
“'I have the honour to be,
“'Your humble servant,
“'Zaccheus'”
“Your voice is a little shaky, Ethel... don't wonder... such nonsense
about me and such c-compliments to you... yes, it will be g-glorious,
another honeymoon, and those rascals of boys, why won't they... Let us
thank God, wife; it came from Him....”
III
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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