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by W. W. Jacobs

  BROTHER HUTCHINS

  "I've got a friend coming down with us this trip, George," said themaster of the _Wave_ as they sat on deck after tea watching the river."One of our new members, Brother Hutchins."

  "From the Mission, I s'pose?" said the mate coldly.

  "From the Mission," confirmed the skipper. "You'll like him, George;he's been one o' the greatest rascals that ever breathed."

  "Well, I don't know what you mean," said the mate, looking upindignantly.

  "He's 'ad a most interestin' life," said the skipper; "he's been in halfthe jails of England. To hear 'im talk is as good as reading a book, And'e's as merry as they make 'em."

  "Oh, and is 'e going to give us prayers afore breakfast like thatfat-necked, white-faced old rascal what came down with us last summerand stole my boots?" demanded the mate.

  "He never stole 'em, George," said the skipper.

  "If yo'd 'eard that man cry when I mentioned to 'im your unjustsuspicions, you'd never have forgiven yourself. He told 'em at themeetin', an' they had prayers for you."

  "You an' your Mission are a pack o' fools," said the mate scornfully."You're always being done. A man comes to you an' ses 'e's found grace,and you find 'im a nice, easy, comfortable living. 'E sports a bit ofblue ribbon and a red nose at the same time. Don't tell me. You ask mewhy I don't join you, and I tell you it's because I don't want to losemy common sense."

  "You'll know better one o' these days, George," said the skipper,rising. "I earnestly hope you'll 'ave some great sorrow or affliction,something almost too great for you to bear. It's the only thing that'llsave you."

  "I expect that fat chap what stole my boots would like to see it too,"said the mate.

  "He would," said the skipper solemnly. "He said so."

  The mate got up, fuming and knocking his pipe out with great violenceagainst the side of the schooner, stamped up and down the deck two orthree times, and then, despairing of regaining his accustomed calm onboard, went ashore.

  It was late when he returned. A light burnt in the cabin, and theskipper with his spectacles on was reading aloud from an old number ofthe _Evangelical Magazine_ to a thin, white-faced man dressed in black.

  "That's my mate," said the skipper, looking up from his book.

  "Is he one of our band?" inquired the stranger.

  The skipper shook his head despondently.

  "Not yet," said the stranger encouragingly.

  "Seen too many of 'em," said the mate bluntly. "The more I see of 'em,the less I like 'em. It makes me feel wicked to look at 'em."

  "Ah, that ain't you speaking now, it's the Evil One," said Mr. Hutchinsconfidently.

  "I s'pose you know 'im pretty well," said the mate simply.

  "I lived with him thirty years," said Mr. Hutchins solemnly, "then I gottired of him."

  "I should think he got a bit sick too," said the mate. "Thirty days 'udha' been too long for me."

  He went to his berth to give Mr. Hutchins time to frame a suitable replyand returned with a full bottle of whisky and a tumbler, and havingdrawn the cork with a refreshing pop, mixed himself a stiff glass andlit his pipe. Mr. Hutchins with a deep groan gazed reproachfully at theskipper and shook his head at the bottle.

  "You know I don't like you to bring that filthy stuff in the cabin,George," said the skipper.

  "It's not for me," said the mate flippantly. "It's for the Evil One. Heses the sight of his old pal 'Utchins 'as turned his stomach."

  He glanced at the stranger and saw to his astonishment that he appearedto be struggling with a strong desire to laugh. His lips tightened andhis shifty little eyes watered, but he conquered himself in a moment,and rising to his feet delivered a striking address--in favor ofteetotalism. He condemned whisky as not only wicked, but unnecessary,declaring with a side glance at the mate that two acidulated dropsdissolved in water were an excellent substitute.

  The sight of the whisky appeared to madden him, and the skipper satspell-bound at his eloquence, until at length, after apostrophising thebottle in a sentence which left him breathless, he snatched it up anddashed it to pieces on the floor.

  For a moment the mate was struck dumb with fury, then with a roar heleaped up and rushed for the lecturer, but the table was between them,and before he could get over it the skipper sprang up and seizing him bythe arm, pushed him into the state-room.

  "Lea' go," foamed the mate. "Let me get at him."

  "George," said the skipper, still striving with him, "I'm ashamed ofyou."

  "Ashamed, be damned," yelled the mate struggling. "What did he chuck mywhisky away for?"

  "He's a saint," said the skipper, relaxing his hold as he heard Mr.Hutchins lock himself in. "He's a saint, George. Seein' 'is beautifulwords 'ad no effect on you, he 'ad recourse to strong measures."

  "Wait till I get hold of 'im," said the mate menacingly. "Only wait,I'll saint 'im."

  "Is he better, dear friend?" came the voice of Mr. Hutchins from beyondthe door, "because I forgot the tumbler."

  "Come out," roared the mate, "come out and upset it."

  Mr. Hutchins declined the invitation, but from behind the door pleadedtearfully with the mate to lead a better life, and even rebuked theskipper for allowing the bottle of sin to be produced in the cabin. Theskipper took the rebuke humbly, and after requesting Mr. Hutchins tosleep in the state-room that night in order to frustrate the evidentdesigns of the mate, went on deck for a final look round and then camebelow and turned in himself.

  The crew of the schooner were early astir next morning getting underway, but Mr. Hutchins kept his bed, although the mate slipped down tothe cabin several times and tapped at his door. When he did come up themate was at the wheel and the men down below getting breakfast.

  "Sleep well?" inquired Mr. Hutchins softly, as he took a seat on thehatches, a little distance from him.

  "I'll let you know when I haven't got this wheel," said the mate sourly.

  "Do," said Mr. Hutchins genially. "We shall see you at our meetingto-night?" he asked blandly.

  The mate disdained to reply, but his wrath when at Mr. Hutchins' requestthe cabin was invaded by the crew that evening, cannot be put intowords.

  For three nights they had what Mr. Hutchins described as love-feasts,and the mate as blamed bear-gardens. The crew were not particularlypartial to hymns, considered as such, but hymns shouted out with thefull force of their lungs while sharing the skipper's hymn book appealedto them strongly. Besides, it maddened the mate, and to know that theywere defying their superior, and at the same time doing good to theirown souls, was very sweet. The boy, whose voice was just breaking, gotoff some surprising effects, and seemed to compass about five octaveswithout distress.

  When they were exhausted with singing Mr. Hutchins would give thema short address, generally choosing as his subject a strong,violent-tempered man given to drink and coarse language. The speakerproved conclusively that a man who drank would do other things insecret, and he pictured this man going home and beating his wife becauseshe reproached him for breaking open the children's money-box to spendthe savings on Irish whisky. At every point he made he groaned, andthe crew, as soon as they found they might groan too, did so withextraordinary gusto, the boy's groans being weird beyond conception.

  They reached Plymouth where they had to put out a few cases of goods,just in time to save the mate's reason, for the whole ship, owing toMr. Hutchins' zeal was topsy turvy. The ship's cat sat up all one nightcursing him and a blue ribbon he had tied round her neck, and even thebattered old tea-pot came down to meals bedizened with bows of the sameproselytising hue.

  By the time they had got to their moorings it was too late to take thehatches off, and the crew sat gazing longingly at the lights ashore.Their delight when the visitor obtained permission for them to goashore with him for a little stroll was unbounded, and they set off likeschoolboys.

  "They couldn't be with a better man," said the skipper, as the partymoved off; "when I think of the good that man's done in under f
our daysit makes me ashamed of myself."

  "You had better ship 'im as mate," said George. "There'd be a pair ofyou then."

  "There's greater work for 'im to do," said the skipper solemnly.

  He saw the mate's face in the waning light and moved off with a sigh.The mate, for his part, leaned against the side smoking, and as theskipper declined to talk on any subject but Mr. Hutchins, relapsed intoa moody silence until the return of the crew some two hours later.

  "Mr. Hutchins is coming on after, sir," said the boy. "He told us to sayhe was paying a visit to a friend."

  "What's the name of the pub?" asked the mate quietly.

  "If you can't speak without showing your nasty temper, George, you'dbetter hold your tongue," said the skipper severely. "What's youropinion about Mr. Hutchins, my lads?"

  "A more open 'arted man never breathed," said Dan, the oldest of thecrew, warmly.

  "Best feller I ever met in my life," said another.

  "You hear that?" said the skipper.

  "I hear," said the mate.

  "'E's a Christian," said the boy. "I never knew what a Christian wasbefore I met 'im. What do you think 'e give us."

  "Give you?" said the skipper.

  "A pound cash," said the boy. "A golden sovring each. Tork aboutChristians! I wish I knew a few more of 'em."

  "Well I never!" exclaimed the gratified skipper.

  "An' the way 'e did it was so nice," said the oldest seamen. "'E ses,'that's from me an' the skipper,' 'e ses. 'Thank the skipper for it asmuch as me,' 'e ses."

  "Well now, don't waste it," said the skipper.

  "I should bank it if I was you. It'll make a nice little nest-egg."

  "I 'ope it was come by honest, that's all," said the mate.

  "O' course it was," cried the skipper. "You've got a 'ard, cruel 'art,George. P'raps if it 'ad been a little softer you'd 'ave 'ad one too."

  "Blast 'is sovrings," said the surly mate. "I'd like to know where hegot 'em from, an' wot 'e means by saying it come from you as much as'im. I never knew _you_ to give money away."

  "I s'pose," said the skipper very softly, "he means that I put such likethought s into 'is 'art. Well, you'd better turn in, my lads. We startwork at four."

  The hands went forward, and the skipper and mate descended to the cabinand prepared for sleep. The skipper set a lamp on the table ready forMr. Hutchins when he should return, and after a short inward strugglebade the mate "good-night," and in a couple of minutes was fast asleep.

  At four o'clock the mate woke suddenly to find the skipper standing byhis berth. The lamp still stood burning on the table, fighting feeblyagainst the daylight which was pouring in through the skylight.

  "Not turned up yet?" said the mate, with a glance at the visitor's emptyberth.

  The skipper shook his head spiritlessly and pointed to the table. Themate following his finger, saw a small canvas bag, and by the side of itfourpence halfpenny in coppers and an unknown amount in brace buttons.

  "There was twenty-three pounds freight money in that bag when we leftLondon," said the skipper, finding his voice at last.

  "Well, what do you think's become of it?" inquired the mate, taking upthe lamp and blowing it out.

  "I can't think," said the skipper, "my'ed's all confused. Bro--Mr.Hutchins ain't come back yet."

  "I s'pose he was late and didn't like to disturb you," said the matewithout moving a muscle, "but I've no doubt 'e's all right. Don't youworry about him."

  "It's very strange where it's gone, George," faltered the skipper, "verystrange."

  "Well, 'Utchins is a generous sort o' chap," said the mate, "'e give themen five pounds for nothing, so perhaps he'll give you something--when'e comes back."

  "Go an' ask the crew to come down here," said the skipper, sinking on alocker and gazing at the brazen collection before him.

  The mate obeyed, and a few minutes afterwards returned with the men, whoswarming into the cabin, listened sympathetically as the skipper relatedhis loss.

  "It's a mystery which nobody can understand, sir," said old Dan when hehad finished, "and it's no use tryin'."

  "One o' them things what won't never be cleared up properly," said thecook comfortably.

  "Well, I don't like to say it," said the skipper, "but I must. The onlyman who could have taken it was Hutchins."

  "Wot, sir," said Dan, "that blessed man! Why, I'd laugh at the idea."

  "He couldn't do it," said the boy, "not if he tried he couldn't. He wastoo good."

  "He's taken that twenty-three poun'," said the skipper deliberately;"eighteen, we'll call it, because I'm goin' to have five of it back."

  "You're labourin' under a great mistake, sir," said Dan ambiguously.

  "Are you going to give me that money?" said the skipper loudly.

  "Beggin' your pardon, sir, no," said the cook, speaking for the rest ashe put his foot on the companion-ladder. "Brother 'Utchins gave us thatmoney for singing them 'ims so well. 'E said so, and we ain't 'ad nocall to think as it warn't honestly come by. Nothing could ever make usthink that, would it, mates?"

  "Nothing," said the others with exemplary firmness. "It couldn't bedone."

  They followed the cook up on deck, and leaning over the side, gazed ina yearning fashion toward the place where they had last seen theirbenefactor. Then, with a sorrowful presentiment that they could neverlook upon his like again, they turned away and prepared for the laboursof the day.