If ever a creature possessed the knowledge which is designated
"knowing," the dog Scamp was that creature. It shone out of his eyes,
it shaped the expression of his countenance, it lurked in every corner
and crevice of his brain. His career previous to this night was
influenced by it, his career subsequent to this night was actuated by
it.
Only once in all his existence did it desert him, and on that occasion
his life was the forfeit. But as then it was a pure and simple case of
heart preponderating over head, we can scarcely blame the dog, or deny
him his full share of the great intellect which belongs to the knowing
ones.
On this evening he was reaping the fruits of his cleverness. He had
just partaken of a most refreshing meal, he had wormed himself into what
to him were very fair quarters, and warmed, fed, and comforted, was
sleeping sweetly. By birth he was a mongrel, if not a pure untainted
street cur; he was shabby, vulgar, utterly ugly and common-place
looking.
He had however good eyes and teeth, and both these advantages of nature
he was not slow in availing himself of.
By the pathos of his eyes, and a certain knack he had of balancing
himself on the hinder part of his body, he had won Flo's pity, and
secured a shelter and a home. He guessed very accurately the feelings
of his hosts and hostess towards him.
Dick's hospitality was niggardly and forced, Jenks made him welcome to
his supper, for he regarded him with an eye to business, but Flo gave
him of her best, from pure kindness of heart. The wise dog therefore
resolved to take no notice of Dick, to avoid Jenks, and as much as
possible to devote himself to Flo.
He had passed through a terrible day, had Scamp.
In the morning he had been led out to execution. To avoid the dog-tax,
his master, who truth to tell had never regarded him with much
affection, had decreed that Scamp should be drowned. In vain had the
poor faithful creature, who loved his brutal master, notwithstanding the
cruel treatment to which he so often subjected him, looked in his face
with all the pathetic appeal of his soft brown eyes, in vain he licked
his hand as he fastened the rope with a stone attached to it round his
neck. Drowned he was to be, and drowned he would have been, but for his
own unequalled knowingness. Scamp guessed what was coming, hence that
appeal in his eyes; but Scamp was prepared for his fate, rather he was
prepared to resist his fate.
As his master was about to raise him in his arms and fling him far into
the stream, he anticipated him, and leaped gently in himself, when, the
stone being round his neck, he sank at once to the bottom.
His master, well pleased, and thinking how nicely he had "done" Scamp,
laughed aloud, and walked away. The dog, not wasting his breath in any
useless struggles, heard the laugh as he lay quietly in the bottom of
the stream, he heard also the retreating footsteps.
Now was _his_ time.
He had managed to sink so near the edge of the stream as to be barely
out of his depth, he dragged himself upright, pulled and lurched the
heavy stone until his head was above water, and then biting through the
rope with those wonderful teeth, was a free dog once more.
Quite useless for him to go home; he must turn his back on that shelter,
and come what may, face the great world of London.
So all day long he had wandered, foot-sore, exhausted, and hungry, over
many a mile of street, until at last the smell of hot roast goose had so
overcome him, that he had in his desperation fastened his teeth into
Dick's trousers, thereby ultimately securing for himself a supper, and
another home.
Now after all his troubles, hardships, and alarms, he was sleeping
sweetly, enjoying the repose of the weary. It was unpleasant to be
disturbed, it was truly annoying to have to open those heavy brown eyes,
but Scamp had a heart, and sobs of distress had roused him from his
pleasant dreams. He cocked his ears, stretched himself, rose, and
pushing his big awkward head against Flo's, bent low in her hands, began
licking her face with his small, rough tongue.
Finding she took no notice of this, he forced her to look up and attend
to him, by jumping wholesale into her lap.
"Oh! Scamp," said the child, putting her arms round him, "does _you_
know as Dick isn't an honest boy no more."
Had Scamp comprehended the words addressed to him, he would not have
considered them a subject for sorrow, as any means by which such a
supper as they had just eaten was attained would have been thought by
him quite justifiable.
It was however his wisest course at present to sympathise with Flo, and
this he did by means of his tail, tongue, and eyes.
"Oh! you _be_ a nice dawg," said the little girl, comforted by his
caressing.
She laid her head on his shaggy coat, and in a few moments both were
asleep.
Two hours later Jenks and Dick returned. Dick's cheeks were now
flushed, and his eyes bright. Jenks, on the contrary, was as cool as
usual.
"Shall we take orf the dawg now, or in the mornin'?" asked the little
boy of his companion.
"No, no, in the mornin', or maybe to-morrow night; old Maxey's sure ter
be shut up afore now."
"How much 'ull he give us, Jenks?"
"Well, Scamp's a likely lookin' tyke, and good size. I 'spect he'll
about suit fur 'is young 'un. Maybe, ef we're lucky, we may get a
matter o' a bob, or a bob and a tanner, but wot I'll count on more, and
bargain fur, is a sight o' the fight."
"Oh, Jenks! is it werry jolly?"
"Awful--real pretty sport," said Jenks, "partic'lar ef yer cur 'ave a
bit of blood in 'im, as I 'spects this 'un 'ave."
"Will you bring me to see it, Jenks?"
"I can't rightly say yet, but don't tell nothink to the little 'un,"
jerking his thumb over his shoulders at Flo. "Now come to bed, and
don't let us talk no more."
They lay down, and soon Jenks was asleep.
Yes, Jenks was asleep--his hardened heart knew no fears, his conscience
did not trouble him. Flo, wearied with her sorrow, was also slumbering,
and gentle breathings of sweet content and rest came from Scamp, who
knew nothing of his impending fate, and felt that he had done his duty.
But Dick could not sleep; he lay in the dark tired enough, but wide
awake and trembling.
On that very bed in this cellar had lain not quite a year ago the still,
stiff, and cold form of his mother; of the mother who, with her thin
arms round his neck, and her beseeching eyes looking into his, had
begged of him to keep from bad ways, and to be honest.
He had promised that never, happen what might, would he touch what was
not his own, he had promised her solemnly, as even such ignorant little
children will promise their dying mothers, that he would ever and always
be an honest boy; and until to-day he had kept his word bravely, kept it
too in the midst of very great temptations, for he was only a Street
Arab, a gutter child, living on his wits, and for such children to live
on their wits without prigging off stalls and snatching off counters, is
very hard work indeed. He was such a clever little fellow too, and had
such a taking innocent face, that he could have made quite a nice
living, and have had, as he expressed it, quite a jolly time, if only he
had consented to yield to his many temptations, and do as his companions
did. But he never had yielded. One by one, as the temptations arose,
as the opportunities for thieving came, he had turned from them and
overcome them. Not that he thought thieving wrong--by no means.
Whatever he might say to Flo, he had in his heart of hearts a strong
admiration for those plucky young thieves, his companions, and though
they _were_ afraid of the "p'leece," and often did disappear for longer
or shorter periods altogether from their gay life, yet still they had a
jolly time of it on the whole. Then, how splendidly the robbers acted
at those delightful 'penny gaffs!--oh, yes! it was nonsense to starve
rather than take from those who had more than they could use themselves.
Nevertheless Dick had often passed a day from morning to night without
food rather than steal--why was that?
Ah! how strongly we cling to our first and tenderest memories! Dick
could never forget the time when poor as they were, when, struggling as
they were, he and Flo were rich, as the richest of all children, in
love.
He could never forget the pressure of his mother's arms, he could never
forget the sweetness of the dry crust eaten on his mother's knee. Had
he an ache or a trouble, his mother was sorry for him. Even when he was
bad and vexed her, his mother forgave him. She was always working for
her children; never resting on account of her children. She stood
between them and the cold world, a great shelter, a sure refuge.
They thought it mighty and everlasting, they did not know that it was
mortal, and passing away.
She grew tired--awful tired, as she herself expressed it, so weary that
not even her love for Dick and Flo could keep her with them, so
exhausted that no rest but the rest of the grave could do her any good.
So she went to her grave, but before she went her children had promised
her to keep honest boy and girl, to grow up honest man and woman, and
this promise was to them both more precious than their lives.
They kept it faithfully,--it was a great principle for light in the
minds of these little children.
Yes, they had both kept their promise carefully and faithfully until
to-day; but to-day, in a moment of great and sudden temptation, goaded
and led on by Jenks, Dick had slipped his clever little hand into a
lady's pocket, and drawn out a purse with six bright new shillings in
it.
The theft had been most cleverly done, and triumphant with his success,
and elated by the praise Jenks had lavished on him, he had felt little
compunction until now.
But remorse was visiting him sternly now. He was frightened, he was
miserable; he had let go the rudder that kept him fast to anything
good,--he was drifting away. But the act of thieving gave him no pain,
he was not at all sorry for that smiling, good-natured looking woman
whose purse he had taken; he was quite sure _she_ never knew what hunger
was; he quite agreed with Jenks in his remark, that "'Ee and Dick and
Flo wanted 'ot roast goose more'n 'er."
No; the agony was the memory of his mother's face.
He was afraid even to open his eyes, afraid, sore afraid, that if he did
he should see her standing before him, asking him to answer to her for
this day's deed.
He was afraid that tired, awful tired as she was, she would get up out
of her grave to reproach him with his broken promise, to tell him that
on account of him there now could be no more rest for her. And he loved
his mother,--oh, how he loved his mother!
A second time that night was Scamp disturbed by sobs, but the sobs did
not proceed from Flo this time. The tired little girl was sleeping
heavily, her head on the dog's neck. Scamp could only open his eyes,
which he did very wide; if he moved the least bit in the world he would
wake Flo. The sounds of distress grew louder, he gave a low growl, then
a bark, then with a sudden, uncontrollable impulse, he was off Flo's lap
and on the bed with Dick,--he was cuddling down by Dick, fawning on him,
and licking the tears off his face.
The boy repulsed him rudely. It was quite beyond the capacity of Scamp,
great as his powers were, to comfort him. Nevertheless, Scamp had again
done his duty. In his rude exit from Flo's lap he had effectually
awakened her. She, too, heard the low smothered sobs of distress, and
rising from her cobbler's stool, she lay down on the straw beside her
little brother.
"I'm real glad as you is cryin', Dick," said Flo.
This speech of Flo's was an immense relief to Dick. Of all things he
had dreaded telling his sister of his theft.
He dreaded telling her, and yet he longed for her to know. Now by her
words he felt sure that in some way she did know. He nestled close to
her, and put his arms round her neck.
"Is mother in the room, Flo?"
"No, no, Dick; wot makes you say that? Mother's in her grave, 'avin' a
good tidy bit o' a sleep."
"You ain't sure," said Dick, half-defiantly, "you ain't sure but ef you
opened yer heyes werry wide you mightn't see mother--just there, acrost
our bed and Jenks'--standin' and a shakin' her 'ead."
"Why, ef she were I couldn't see," said Flo. "It be as dark as dark,--I
couldn't see nothink ef I was to look ever so."
"Oh yes, you could," said Dick, "you could see ghosts, and mother's a
ghost. I seed ghosts at the gaff, and them is hall in wite, with blue
lights about 'em. Ef you opened yer heyes werry wide you could see,
Flo."
"Well, I 'as 'em open," said Flo, "and I tell you there ain't no ghosts,
nor nothink."
"Are you sure?" asked Dick.
"No doubt on it," responded Flo encouragingly. "Mother ain't yere,
mother's in 'er grave, 'avin' a good time, and restin' fine."
"Are you quite sure?" persisted Dick. "Are you quite sartin as she
ain't turnin' round in 'er corfin, and cryin'?"
"Oh no; she's restin' straight and easy," said Flo in an encouraging
tone, though, truth to tell, she had very grave misgivings in her own
mind as to whether this was the case.
"Then she don't know, Flo?"
"It ain't reached 'er yet, I 'spect," said Flo. Then hastening to turn
the conversation--
"Wot was it as you took, Dick?"
"A purse," said Dick.
"A purse full o' money?" questioned Flo.
"There was six bobs and a tanner," said Dick, "and Jenks said as I did
it real clever."
"That was wot bought us the 'ot roasted goose," continued Flo.
"Yes. Jenks said, as it wor the first time, we should 'ave a rare
treat. They cost three bobs, that 'ere goose and taters. I say, worn't
they jist prime?"
"'Ave you any more o' that money?" asked Flo, taking no notice of this
last query.
"Yes, I 'ave a bob and I 'ave the purse. Jenks said as I was to have
the purse, and I means the purse for you, Flo."
"You needn't mean it for me, then," said Flo, raising her gentle little
voice, "fur I'd rayther be cut up in bits than touch it, or look at it,
and you 'as got to give back that 'ere bob to Jenks, Dick, fur ef we was
to starve hout and hout we won't neither of us touch bite nor sup as it
buys. I thought as you was sorry, Dick, when I heard you cryin', but
no, you ain't, and you 'ave furgot mother, that you 'ave."
At these words Dick burst out crying afresh. Flo had reserved her
indignation for so long, that when it came it took him utterly by
surprise.
"No, I 'aven't forgot, Flo--I be real orfle sorry."
"You won't never do it again?"
"No."
"And you'll give back the purse and bob to Jenks, and tell 'im yer'll
'ave no more to do wid 'is way?"
"Oh! I doesn't know," said Dick, "'ee would be real hangry."
"Very well," replied Flo; "good-night to you, Dick. I ain't goin' to
sleep 'long of a thief," and she prepared to retire with dignity to her
cobbler's stool.
But this proposal filled Dick with fresh alarm, he began to sob louder
than ever, and promised vigorously that if she stayed with him he would
do whatever she told him.
"'Zactly wot I ses?" asked Flo.
"Yes, Flo, I'll stick fast to you and never funk."
"You'll translate the old boots and shoes wid me fur the next week?"
"Yes."
"And you'll break orf wid Jenks, and be his pardener no more?"
"Yes," with a sinking heart.
"Werry well--good-night."
"But, Flo," after a long pause, "is you _sure_ as mother isn't ris from
her grave?"
"No, I'm not sure," answered Flo slowly, "but I thinks at the most, she
'ave on'y got a sort o' a wake, and I thinks, Dick, ef you never, never
is a thief no more, as mother'll 'ave a good longish rest yet."