by W. W. Jacobs
Produced by David Widger
NIGHT WATCHES
by W.W. Jacobs
EASY MONEY
A lad of about twenty stepped ashore from the schooner Jane, and joininga girl, who had been avoiding for some ten minutes the ardent gaze ofthe night-watchman, set off arm-in-arm. The watchman rolled his eyesand shook his head slowly.
Nearly all his money on 'is back, he said, and what little bit 'e's gotover he'll spend on 'er. And three months arter they're married he'llwonder wot 'e ever saw in her. If a man marries he wishes he 'adn't,and if he doesn't marry he wishes he 'ad. That's life.
Looking at them two young fools reminds me of a nevy of Sam Small's; aman I think I've spoke to you of afore. As a rule Sam didn't talk muchabout 'is relations, but there was a sister of 'is in the country wot 'ewas rather fond of because 'e 'adn't seen 'er for twenty years. She 'adgot a boy wot 'ad just got a job in London, and when 'e wrote and told'er he was keeping company with the handsomest and loveliest and best'arted gal in the whole wide world, she wrote to Sam about it and asked'im to give 'is nevy some good advice.
Sam 'ad just got back from China and was living with Peter Russet andGinger Dick as usual, and arter reading the letter about seven times andasking Ginger how 'e spelt "minx," 'e read the letter out loud to themand asked 'em what they thought about it.
Ginger shook his 'ead, and, arter thinking a bit, Peter shook his too.
"She's caught 'im rather young," ses Ginger.
"They get it bad at that age too," ses Peter. "When I was twenty, therewas a gal as I was fond of, and a regiment couldn't ha' parted us."
"Wot did part you then?" ses Sam.
"Another gal," ses Peter; "a gal I took a fancy to, that's wot did it."
"I was nearly married when I was twenty," ses Ginger, with a far-awaylook in his eyes. "She was the most beautiful gal I ever saw in mylife; she 'ad one 'undred pounds a year of 'er own and she couldn't bearme out of her sight. If a thump acrost the chest would do that cough ofyours any good, Sam--"
"Don't take no notice of 'im, Ginger," ses Peter. "Why didn't you marry'er?"
"'Cos I was afraid she might think I was arter 'er money," ses Ginger,getting a little bit closer to Sam.
Peter 'ad another turn then, and him and Ginger kept on talking aboutgals whose 'arts they 'ad broke till Sam didn't know what to do with'imself.
"I'll just step round and see my nevy, while you and Peter are amusingeach other," he ses at last. "I'll ask 'im to come round to-morrow andthen you can give 'im good advice."
The nevy came round next evening. Bright, cheerful young chap 'e was,and he agreed with everything they said. When Peter said as 'ow allgals was deceivers, he said he'd known it for years, but they was bornthat way and couldn't 'elp it; and when Ginger said that no man ought tomarry afore he was fifty, he corrected 'im and made it fifty-five.
"I'm glad to 'ear you talk like that," ses Ginger.
"So am I," ses Peter.
"He's got his 'ead screwed on right," ses Sam, wot thought his sister'ad made a mistake.
"I'm surprised when I look round at the wimmen men 'ave married," sesthe nevy; "wot they could 'ave seen in them I can't think. Me and myyoung lady often laugh about it."
"Your wot?" ses Sam, pretending to be very surprised.
"My young lady," ses the nevy.
Sam gives a cough. "I didn't know you'd got a young lady," he ses.
"Well, I 'ave," ses his nevy, "and we're going to be married atChristmas."
"But--but you ain't fifty-five," ses Ginger.
"I'm twenty-one," ses the nevy, "but my case is different. There isn'tanother young lady like mine in the world. She's different to all theothers, and it ain't likely I'm going to let 'er be snapped up bysomebody else. Fifty-five! Why, 'ow I'm to wait till Christmas I don'tknow. She's the prettiest and handsomest gal in the world; and she'sthe cleverest one I ever met. You ought to hear 'er laugh. Like musicit is. You'd never forget it."
"Twenty-one is young," ses Ginger, shaking his 'ead. "'Ave you known'er long?"
"Three months," ses the nevy. "She lives in the same street as I do.'Ow it is she ain't been snapped up before, I can't think, but she toldme that she didn't care for men till she saw me."
"They all say that," ses Ginger.
"If I've 'ad it said to me once, I've 'ad it said twenty times," sesPeter, nodding.
"They do it to flatter," ses old Sam, looking as if 'e knew all aboutit. "You wait till you are my age, Joe; then you'll know; why I shouldha' been married dozens o' times if I 'adn't been careful."
"P'r'aps it was a bit on both sides," ses Joe, looking at 'is uncle."P'r'aps they was careful too. If you only saw my young lady, youwouldn't talk like that. She's got the truthfullest eyes in the world.Large grey eyes like a child's, leastways sometimes they are grey andsometimes they are blue. It seems to depend on the light somehow; I'ave seen them when they was a brown-brownish-gold. And she smiles with'er eyes."
"Hasn't she got a mouth?" ses Ginger, wot was getting a bit tired ofit.
"You've been crossed in love," ses the nevy, staring at 'im. "That'swot's the matter with you. And looking at you, I don't wonder at it."
Ginger 'arf got up, but Sam gave him a look and 'e sat down agin, andthen they all sat quiet while the nevy went on telling them about 'isgal.
"I should like to see 'er," ses his uncle at last.
"Call round for me at seven to-morrow night," ses the young 'un, "andI'll introduce you."
"We might look in on our way," ses Sam, arter Ginger and Peter 'ad bothmade eyes at 'im. "We're going out to spend the evening."
"The more the merrier," ses his nevy. "Well, so long; I expect she'swaiting for me."
He got up and said good-bye, and arter he 'ad gorn, Sam and the othertwo shook their leads together and said what a pity it was to be twenty-one. Ginger said it made 'im sad to think of it, and Peter said 'ow anygal could look at a man under thirty, 'e couldn't think.
They all went round to the nevy's the next evening. They was a littlebit early owing to Ginger's watch 'aving been set right by guess-work,and they 'ad to sit in a row on the nevy's bed waiting while 'e cleaned'imself, and changed his clothes. Although it was only Wednesday 'echanged his collar, and he was so long making up 'is mind about hisnecktie that 'is uncle tried to make it up for him. By the time he 'adfinished Sam said it made 'im think it was Sunday.
Miss Gill was at 'ome when they got there, and all three of 'em was verymuch surprised that such a good-looking gal should take up with Sam'snevy. Ginger nearly said so, but Peter gave 'im a dig in the back justin time and 'e called him something under 'is breath instead.
"Why shouldn't we all make an evening of it?" ses Ginger, arter they 'adbeen talking for about ten minutes, and the nevy 'ad looked at the clockthree or four times.
"Because two's company," ses Mrs. Gill. "Why you was young yourselfonce. Can't you remember?"
"He's young now, mother," ses the gal, giving Ginger a nice smile.
"I tell you wot we might do," ses Mrs. Gill, putting 'er finger to herforehead and considering. "You and Joe go out and 'ave your evening,and me and these gentlemen'll go off together somewhere. I shall enjoyan outing; I ain't 'ad one for a long time."
Ginger said it would be very nice if she thought it wouldn't make 'ertoo tired, and afore Sam or Peter could think of anything to say, shewas upstairs putting 'er bonnet on. They thought o' plenty to say whilethey was sitting alone with Ginger waiting for 'er.
"My idea was for the gal and your nevy to come too," ses pore Ginger."Then I thought we might lose 'im and I would 'ave a little chat withthe gal, and show 'er 'ow foolish she