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I I OUR SHORT STORY. j II lOUR SHORT STORY. ¡ I I THE CASK ASHORE. I -By "Q j (SIR ARTHUR QUILLER-COUCH.) I l (SIR ARTHUR QUILLER-COUCH.) 11 0 Soft, Embalmer!" -Keats (slightly altered). A T. the head of a diminutive creek on the Tamar river, a' little above Saltash, on»thei Cornish shore, stands the viI-I lago of Botusfleming, or Blo- fleming; and in early summer when the cherry orchards come into bloom, you will search far before finding a prettier. The years have dealt gently with Botus- fleming. As it is to-day, so—or nearly so— it was on a certain sunny afternoon in the year 1807, when the Reverend Edward Spettigew, Curate-in-Charge, sat in the garden before his cottage and smoked his pipe while he meditated a sermon. That i-s to say, he intended to meditafe a ser- mon. But the afternoon was warm; the bees hummed drowsily among his wall- lfowers and. tulips. From his bench the eye followed the vale's descent between overlapping billows of cherry blossom to a gap wherein shone the silver Tamar— not, be it understood, the part called Mamoazo, where lay the warships and the hulks containing the French prisoners, but an upper reach seldom troubled by shipping. Parson Spettigew laid the book face downwards on his knee while his lips murmured a part of the text he lta-J chosen—? A place of broad rivers and streams wherein shall go no galley with oars, neither ehall gallant ships pass thereby. His pipe went out. The book slipped from his knee to the ground. He slumbered. The garden-gate rattled, and he awoke with a start. In the pathway before Urn stood a sailor, a middle-sized, middle-aged "nan; rigged out in best shore-going clothes—shiny tarpaulin hat, I blue coat and waistcoat, shirt open at the throat, and white duck trousers with broad-buckled waistbelt. Beggin' your reverence's pardon," began the visitor, touching the brim of his hat, and then upon second thoughts uncovering, but my name's Jope—Ben Jope." "Eh? What can I do for youasked Parson Spettigew, a trifie flustered at being caught napping —of the Vesoovius bomb, bo..<un,' pursued Mr. Jope, with a smile that dis- armed annoyance—eo ingenious it was, so friendly and withal so respectful; but paid off at eight this morning. Maybe your reverence can tell me where- abouts to find an embalmer in these parts?" A-a -vhat?" Embalmer." Mr. Jope chewed for a moment or two upon a quid of tobacco, and began a thoughtful explanation. Sort of party you'd go to supposin' your reverence liai a corpse by you and wanted to keep it for a permanency. You take a lot of gums and spices, and first I oi all you lays out the deceased, and next—" Yes, yes," the parson interrupted hurriedly; H I know the process, of course. What—to practice it?" Hope illumined Mr. Jope's countenance. No, most certainly not. But, my good man, an embalmer! and at Botus- fleming of all prices' The sailor's face fell. Ho sighed patiently. That's what they said at Saltash, more or loss. I got a sister living there—Sarah Trelraven HIT name is-a widow-woman, and sells fish. When I called on her this morning. Em- balmer ?" she said, go and embalm your gl,an,dni-otlif,,r!" Those were her words, and the rest of the population wa<sn': scarcely more helpful. But as luck would ,Iiai,o It, while I was searching Bill Adams went for a shave, and inside o' the harbor's shop what should he see but a fair sized otter in a glass case? Bill began to admire it, careless like, and it turned out the barber had stuffed the thing. Maybe your reverence knows the man? r A. drigg and Son' he calls himself." Grigg? Yes, to be sure; he stuffed a tiout for me last summer." "What weight?" makin' eo bold." Seven pounds." Mr. Jope's face fell again. Well-a- v/ell," he suggested, recovering himself, "I daresay the size don't matter, once] you've got the knack. We've brought! him along, anyway; an' what's more, we've made him bring all his tools. By his talk, he reckons it to be a shavin' job, an' we've agreed to wait before we undeceived him." But—you'll excuse meo-I don't quite follow." Mr. Jope pressed a forefinger mysteri- ously to his lips, then jerked a thumb in the direction of the river. "If your reverence wouldn' mind steppin' down to the creek with me?" he suggested respect- fully. Parson Spettigew fetched his hat, and together the pair descended the vale be- neath the dropping petals of the cherry. At the foot of it they came to a creek, which the tide at this hour had flooded and almost over-brimmed. Hard by the water's edge, backed by tall elms, stood a dilapidated fish-store, and below it lay a boat with nose aground on a beach of flat stones. Two men were in the boat. The barber-a slip of a fellow in rusty top-1 hat and suit of rusty black—sat in the stern sheets face to face with a large cask; a cask so ample that, to find room for his knees, he was forced to crook them at a high uncomfortable angle. In the i bows, boathook in hand. stood a tall sailor, arrayed in shore-going clothes, similar to Mr. Jape's. His face was long, sallow and expressive of taciturnity; h8 wore a beard not where beards are usually worn, but as a fringe beneath his clean-shaven chin and lantern jaw. Well. here we are!" announced Mr. Jope, cheerfully. "Your reverence knows A. Grigg and Son, and the others you can trust in all weathers, bein' William i Adams, otherwise Bill, and Eli Tonkin— friends o' mine an' shipmates both." The parson, perplexed, stared at the tall seaman, who touched his hat by way o: acknowledging the introduction. But —but I only see one. f" he protested. This here's Bill Adams," said Mr Jope, and again the tall seaman touched his hat. It's Eli you're missin', and natcher'lly. Eli'6 in tha cask." Oh!" We'll hoick liim up to the sore, Bill, if you're ready. It looks a nice, cool, place. And while you're prizin' him open I'd bes*: explain to his reverence and the barber. Here, unship the shore- plank; and you, A. Grigg and Son, lend a hand to heave. Ay, you're right; it weighs more'n a trifie-bein' a quarter- puncheon, an' the best proof-sperrits. Tilt her this war. Ready? then w'y- ho! and away eh* goes!" With a heave and a lurch that canted the boat until th3 water poured over her funnels, the liuga tub was rolled over- side into shallow water. The recoil, ss the boat righted herself cast the small barber off his balance, and he fell back over a thwart with, heels in air. But before lie picked himself up the two sea- men, encouraging one another with strange cries, had leapt. out, and were trundling the cask up the heach, using the flat of their liaiid6. With a run and a tremendous lift they hoisted it up to the turfy flat, whence Bill Adams steered it with ease through the ruinated cfoorway of the store, while Air. Jopc? returned, smiling and mopping hiB brow." It's this-a-way," he said, addressing the narson. Eli Tonkin hi& name is, or I was; and, as he mid, of this pari,], Here Mr. Jope paused, apparently for confirmation. Tonkin?" queried the n There are no Tonkins surviving in Botus- fleming parish. The last of them was a poor old widow I laid to rest the week after Christmas." Belay there— Dead, is she ?" Mr. Jope's face exhibited the liveliest disap- pointment. And after the surprise we'd planned fcr her I" lie-murmured ruefully. "Hi! Bill!" he called to his shipmate who, laving stored the Cask, was returning to the boat. "Wot is it?" asked Bill Adams in- attentively. Look 'er<y—where did we stow the hammer an' chiool" "Take your head out o' the boat an' ¡ listen—the old dead 1" The tall man absorbed the news slowly. That's a facer," he paid at length. But. maybe we can fix her up, too I'll stand [ my share." She was buried the week after Christmas." Oh?" Bill scratched his head. Then we can't—not very well." Times an' again I've heard Eli talk of his poor old mother," said Mr. Jope, turning to the parson. W'i.eh you'll hardly believe it, but though I k no wed him for a west country man, 'tv,-as not. till the last I larned what parish he hailed from. It happened very curiously. Bill, tour up A Grigg and Son, an' fetch him forra'd here to listen. You'll find the tools underneath him in the st6rn- sheets." Bill obeyed, and possessing himself of hammer and chisel, returned to the store. The little barber drew near, and stood at Mr. Jope's elbow; his face was an un- healthy pallor, and he smelt potently of strong drink. Brandy it is," apologised Mr. Jope, observing a slight contraction of the parson's nostril. I reckoned- 'twould tauten him a bit for what's ahead. Well, as I was sayin', it happened very curiously. This day fortnight we was fceatin' up an' across the Bay o' Biscay, after a four months' to-an-fro game in front of TJooIon Harbour. Blov/itl) fresh I it was, an' we makin? pretty poor weather of it—the Vesoovius bein' a powerful wet tub in anything 01 a eoa., an' a slub ,tt the best o' times. her fault, you urderstand, aboard a bombship every- thing's got to be heavy—timbers, eoant- ling, everything about her-to 6tand the concussion. What with this, an' her n-.ortars, she cits pretty low; but to make up for it, with all this stability—as they call it—an' bein' short-massed, she can carry all ilin a breeze that would sur- prise you. Well, sir, for two days she'd been carryil' canvas that fairly smothered us, an' Cap'n Crang not a man to care how we fared forra'd, so long the water I didn' reach aft to his own Quarters. But i at last the first mate, Mr. Wapshott, took pity on us an'—the cap'n bein' below, takin' a nap after dinner—sends- the crew o' the maintop aloft to take a reef in the tope'le. Poor Eli was one. Whereby the men had scarcely reached the top afore C3p'n Crang comes up from the cabin an along the deck, not troublin' to cast an eye aloft. Whereby he missed what was happenin'. Whereby ho had just abreast o' the mainmast, When—sock at his very feet there dwptSa man. 'Twas Eli that ha6 missed his hold somehow an' dropped clean on his skull. Hullo!' says the cap'n, an' where the devil might you come from?' Eii heard it—poor fallo an' says he as I lifted him, answerin' very respe^'ful—' if you please, sir, from Botusfleming, three miles t'other side of Saltash.' 'Then you've had a dam quick passage, that's all I can say,' answers Cap'n Crang, an' turns on his heel." Well, sir, we all agreed the cap'n might ha' showed more feelin', specially as poor Eli'd broke the base of his skull- an' by eight bells handed iij the number of his mess. Five or six of us talked it over, agreein' as how 'twasn' hardly lit man, an' Eli such a good fellow too, let alone bein' a decent seaman. Whereby the notion came to me that as he'd ccme from Botusfleming—those bein' his last words—-back to Botusfleming he should go; an' on that we cooked, up apId., Bill Adams being on duty in the side bay, there wasn' no difficulty in sew in' up a dummy in Eli's place; an' the dummy, sir, nex' day, we dooiy committed to the deep—as the savin' goes—Cap'n Crang hissclf readin' the service. The real question was, what to do with Eii ? Whereby, the purser an' me bein' friends, I goes to him an' says, Look here, we'll be paid off in.,ten days or so, an' there's a, trifle o' prize money too. What price Tl you sell us a ca~k o' the chip's rum?-say a quarter puncheon for choice?' "What for?' he says. 'For short-gein' purposes,' says 1. --Bill Adams an' me got a use for it. 'Well,' says the purser—a decent chap an' by name Wilkins—' I'm an honest man,' says he, an' to oblige a friend you shall have it at store valuation rate. An' what's more,' say.s he, II got the wind o' your little game, an'll do what I can to help it along, for I al'ys like the deceased, an' in my opinion Cap'n Crang behaved most unfeeiin'. You tell Bill to bring the body to m, an' there'll be no more trouble" about it till I hands you over the cask at Plymouth Well, sir, the man Was as good as his word. We, smuggled the cask ashoro last evenin' an' liid it in the woods this side o Mount Edgcombe. This mornin' we re-shipped it as you see. First along we intended no more than just to break the news to Eli's mother an' hand him over to her; but Bill reckoned that to hand him over cask-an-all would look care- less, for (as he said) '.twasn. ws. if you oould bury 'on in a cask. We allowed your reverence would draw the line at that, though we hadn' the pleasure o' k no win' you then." Yes," agreed the parson as Mr. Jope paused; "I fear it co-uld not be done without scandal." That's just how Bill put it. Well tl¡on: says I, think in' it over, why not do the handsome while we're about You an' me aint the sort of men,' I save, to spoil the ship for a ha-porth. «' tr.' Certainly we ain't,' says Bill. An we've done a lot for Eli,' says 1. We have,' says Bill. Well, then,' ;a,6 let's put a coat o' paint" on the whole business an' have him embalmed!' Bill was enchanted." I—I beg your pardon?" put in the barber, edging away a pace. Bill was enchanted. Hark to him in the store, there, knockin' away at tJje chisel But there's some misunderstanding," the little man protested earnestly. "I understood it was to be a shave." You can shave him too, i-f you like." If I thought you were serious—" H Have isonie more brandy." Mr. Jc.pe pulled out and proffered a flask. Only don't overdo it, or it'll make your Lead shaky. Serious? You may lay to i to it that Bill's serious. He's that eet on the idea, it don't make no difference to him—aa you may have noticed—Eli's; mother not bein' alive to take plea-sure in it. Why, we wanted to embalm her, too! He's doin' this now for his own gratifica- tion, is Bill, an' you may take it from me, when Bill sets his heart on a thing he sees it through. Don't you cross him -Ci.aCs my advice." But—but—" "Do, you don't" As the little man made a wild spring, to flee up the beach, Mr. Jope shot out his hand and gripped him by thq coat collar. Now look here," he Baid very quietly as too poor wretch wo aid have grovelled at the parson's feet, you was boastin' to Bill, not an hour' agone, as you oould stuŒ anything." Don't hurt him," Parson Spettigew I)oii't 'Iui-t him, Parson Spe-t.L-ge-?r arul. touciiing Mz. 4on tile I'm not hurtin' him, your reverence; onlv—eh, what's that?" All turned their faces towards the store. Your friend is calling to you," said the parson. "Bad language, too?. That's not like Bill, as a rule—Ahoy, there! Bill:" I Ahoy!" answered the voice of Mr. I Adams. What's up?" Without waiting for a.n answer Mr. Jope ran the barber before I him up the beach to the doorway, the parson following. "What's up?" he de- manded again, as he drew broatli. Take an' see for yourself," answered Mr. Adams darkly, pointing with his chisel. A fine fragrance* of rum per- meated the air of the store. Mr. Jope advanced—peered into the staved cask. Gone?" he exclaimed, and gazed around blankly. Bill Adams nodded. "But where? You don't say he's dis- solved ?" It aint the usual way o' rum. An' it is rum? Bill appealed to the parson. I By the smell, undoubtedly." I tell vou what's happened. That fool of a Wilkins ha.s made a mistake7 in I the cask. "'An Eli? Oh, Lord! Eli!" gasped Mr. Jope. have returned Eli to the vlctuallin' yard before, this," said Bill. ,I,Don-tily. t overheard Wilkins savin' ( is he was 7Ü pa66 over all the stores an' I accounts at nine-thirty this mornin' ii r 'An. once there, who knows whero he's got mixed ? He'll go the round o' tho 1 leet, maybe. Oh, my word, 'an' the ship that broaches bm:" Bill Adams opened his mouth and shut it finding no speech. opened it again, and they'll reckon they got a lucky-bag," he said weakly. 'An Wilkins paid off with the reet, I an no address! Even if he could iielp- which I doubt." I got a note from Wilkins, as it Jmpjwns." Bill Adanfs took off his tar- paulin hat and extracted a lJaper from the lining of the He passed it down to me this mornin' as I pushed off from the ship. Said I was to keep it an' mayb", I'd find it useful. I wondered what he meant at the time, me taking no par- ticular truck with puisers ashore. It crossed my mind as I'd heard he meant to get married, and maybe be wanted me to stand best man at the weddin', wiel-i I didn't open the note at the time; not likin' to refuse him, after he'd behaved so well to us." Pass it over." commanded Mr. Jope. He took the paper and unfolded it; but either the light was dim within the store o- the handwriting hard to decipher. Would year reverence read it out for us, Parson Spettigew carried the paper to the doorway, tie mad the contents aloud and clowly- To Bill Adams, Captain of the Fore-top, H.M.S. Vesuvius. Sir,—It was a dummy Captain Crang buried. We cast the late E. Tonkin overboard tlie second night in lat. 48/30, long. 7/15 or thereabouts. By which time the feeling af-joard had cooled down and it seemed such a waste of good spirit. The, rum you paid for is good rum. Hoping that you and Mr. Jope will find a use for it. Your obedient servant, S. Wilkins. There was a long paiwe, through which Mr. Adams could be heard breathing hard. But what can we do with it?" asked Mr. Jope, scratching his head in per- plexitv. DI-Ink it. Wot elst?" But wrhere?" Oh." said Mr. Adams vaguely, "any" where!" a"l i-r y MPli6d Itia That's all N!, well." replied his friend. You never had no property, an' don't know its burdens. Well have to hire a house for this, an' live there till it's finished." The End.

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DRESSED LIKE TEDDY BEARS! Some Details of a Soldier's Wardrobe. (Passed by Censor.) frivate 1/iew. Hopkins, of Swansea, has How spent quite a long time in France. We are privileged to quote a few extracts from letters sent to his sister. The first is dated igst after Christmas. Quite a lot of letters, cards, and par- cels—one parcel from my workmates that cost 10s.—came along, so we had a fine time. It is fine to have news from home after you have been in the firing line. We have got any amount of clothes. We are drr-ssed up like Teddy Bears with our sheep-skins, and that with all the wool on The snipers are the worst we have to deal with. You have to keep: your head down, or get anywhere you can. The place is cut up awfully. We have only just come from the tranches for it few days'. rest. You will see by the papers that we have had a very hot time. The weather is net as bad out here. The nights are the worst. We have two pairs of socks on, and whale oil rubbed in our feet, but still they get very cold. When we are in the trenches we can't do any writing; we've got to keep our eyes on the Germans, and OUr noees! That seems funny, doesn't it? We have to watch, hear, and smell if there is gas coming. Our big guns are giving them beans now; we have plenty of shells. We had a long march back from the trenches, and, of course, we are all very tired, as all the time we are there we can't take anything off, not even our boots, because we always are ready for fear any of those chaps try to come over, and then we would soon drive them back. OUT OF THE TRENCHES. we are out or the trenches again for a few days' rest. The weather is very cold—plenty of snow and wind. We hope to come on leave in a few weeks? ti-e; so I am going to have a good time when I come home, I can'tell you! You will be able to see by the papers the hid- ing we gave the Germans this week; a few more of them and they will be fimshed, and the sooner the better. Just come back from the trenches, where we have had a busy time. We were only 80 yards' off the Germans, and TOU can think that we had to keep CMlr eyes wide open in the nights. They and we were busy sniping. I suppose you don't know what sniping means. We get our rifles fixed on a certain spot. If a wrmarw bobs his head up twice in the same spot, he is a dead man; and of course it-i the same with us. I have known one o. our nipers keep his eyes on the same spou and his finger on the trigger for two hours. The German came along then; his number was up! Our battalion has been very lucky this time. We only had one- killed and one. wounded. I am in bed writing this letter. It is a nice little place. Let me try and tell you what it is like. A big hole in the ground like a tunnel. It is all covered over with iron, like a half-moon across the shell intern- nmat, twenty feet long. Twenty of us sleep in it. No shell can touch us, as it t — lie shell-proof, and we are underneath the I ground. I SOOTHING INFLUENCE OF SWEETS. l received your kind parcel quite safely, and enjoyed it all right. The only fault was that I had to eat it all the same night, as we were off to the trenches next morning. You ask what I like. Well, I'll tell you. I have go; great faith in sweets in the trenches; they take my mind off a lot of awful thoughts which you know are in our minds. Would you mind sending me a few Pepsin chewing gum tablets ? The weather out here is simply grand. W,e are miles away from everywhere—no shops, no people, no nothing; it is only shells—shells every- where; in front of you, behind you, above you. So there it is—dodge this way and run that way all the time. Of course, we can't run here like we could in a field, as there isn't so much room. TIe air- ships are up above for all they are worth. I have to be in the Empire before very long. The weather is grand out here, and the apple trees are looking line, so we will be all right for apples before long. You can see by the address that I am on a new job. There is plenty of work to do; we are up very early and working very late. I am watching 40 mules and 22 horses, so that you can see I have got my hands full, as the mules are very wicked. They kick each other's brains out very near! I do not go up to I the trenches at all now, so I think- I am very lucky to get the job. I will put up with all the work they can give me. I PLENTY OF JAM. We get plenty of jam out here; it is nothing but jam. They say it is a good thing to keep scurvy away. I hope to be home before Whitsun. Where do you think I am writing this letter ? In an orchard! Now I can see your mouth water—hundreds of apple trees. What do you think I had for tea? Rhubarb jam of my own make

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