Life's Little Ironies: A set of tales with some colloquial sketches entitled A Few Crusted CharactersHardy, Thomas
General
Life's Little Ironies: A set of tales with some colloquial sketches entitled A Few Crusted Characters
Hardy, Thomas
Short stories, English; Wessex (England) -- Fiction
The date for Shadrach’s return drew near and arrived, and he did not
appear. Joanna was assured that there was no cause for anxiety,
sailing-ships being so uncertain in their coming; which assurance
proved to be well grounded, for late one wet evening, about a month
after the calculated time, the ship was announced as at hand, and
presently the slip-slop step of Shadrach as the sailor sounded in the
passage, and he entered. The boys had gone out and had missed him, and
Joanna was sitting alone.
As soon as the first emotion of reunion between the couple had passed,
Jolliffe explained the delay as owing to a small speculative contract,
which had produced good results.
‘I was determined not to disappoint ’ee,’ he said; ‘and I think you’ll
own that I haven’t!’
With this he pulled out an enormous canvas bag, full and rotund as the
money-bag of the giant whom Jack slew, untied it, and shook the
contents out into her lap as she sat in her low chair by the fire. A
mass of sovereigns and guineas (there were guineas on the earth in
those days) fell into her lap with a sudden thud, weighing down her
gown to the floor.
‘There!’ said Shadrach complacently. ‘I told ’ee, dear, I’d do it; and
have I done it or no?’
Somehow her face, after the first excitement of possession, did not
retain its glory.
‘It is a lot of gold, indeed,’ she said. ‘And—is this _all_?’
‘All? Why, dear Joanna, do you know you can count to three hundred in
that heap? It is a fortune!’
‘Yes—yes. A fortune—judged by sea; but judged by land—’
However, she banished considerations of the money for the nonce. Soon
the boys came in, and next Sunday Shadrach returned thanks to God—this
time by the more ordinary channel of the italics in the General
Thanksgiving. But a few days after, when the question of investing the
money arose, he remarked that she did not seem so satisfied as he had
hoped.
‘Well you see, Shadrach,’ she answered, ‘_we_ count by hundreds; _they_
count by thousands’ (nodding towards the other side of the Street).
‘They have set up a carriage and pair since you left.’
‘O, have they?’
‘My dear Shadrach, you don’t know how the world moves. However, we’ll
do the best we can with it. But they are rich, and we are poor still!’
The greater part of a year was desultorily spent. She moved sadly about
the house and shop, and the boys were still occupying themselves in and
around the harbour.
‘Joanna,’ he said, one day, ‘I see by your movements that it is not
enough.’
‘It is not enough,’ said she. ‘My boys will have to live by steering
the ships that the Lesters own; and I was once above her!’
Jolliffe was not an argumentative man, and he only murmured that he
thought he would make another voyage.
He meditated for several days, and coming home from the quay one
afternoon said suddenly:
‘I could do it for ’ee, dear, in one more trip, for certain, if—if—’
‘Do what, Shadrach?’
‘Enable ’ee to count by thousands instead of hundreds.’
‘If what?’
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account