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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 12202 ***
+
+ODD CRAFT
+
+By W.W. Jacobs
+
+
+
+THE CASTAWAY
+
+Mrs. John Boxer stood at the door of the shop with her hands clasped on
+her apron.  The short day had drawn to a close, and the lamps in the
+narrow little thorough-fares of Shinglesea were already lit.  For a time
+she stood listening to the regular beat of the sea on the beach some
+half-mile distant, and then with a slight shiver stepped back into the
+shop and closed the door.
+
+[Illustration: "Mrs. John Boxer stood at the door of the shop with her
+hands clasped on her apron."]
+
+The little shop with its wide-mouthed bottles of sweets was one of her
+earliest memories.  Until her marriage she had known no other home, and
+when her husband was lost with the _North Star_ some three years before,
+she gave up her home in Poplar and returned to assist her mother in the
+little shop.
+
+In a restless mood she took up a piece of needle-work, and a minute or
+two later put it down again.  A glance through the glass of the door
+leading into the small parlour revealed Mrs. Gimpson, with a red shawl
+round her shoulders, asleep in her easy-chair.
+
+Mrs. Boxer turned at the clang of the shop bell, and then, with a wild
+cry, stood gazing at the figure of a man standing in the door-way.  He
+was short and bearded, with oddly shaped shoulders, and a left leg which
+was not a match; but the next moment Mrs. Boxer was in his arms sobbing
+and laughing together.
+
+Mrs. Gimpson, whose nerves were still quivering owing to the suddenness
+with which she had been awakened, came into the shop; Mr. Boxer freed an
+arm, and placing it round her waist kissed her with some affection on the
+chin.
+
+"He's come back!"  cried Mrs. Boxer, hysterically.
+
+"Thank goodness," said Mrs. Gimpson, after a moment's deliberation.
+
+"He's alive!"  cried Mrs. Boxer.  "He's alive !"
+
+She half-dragged and half-led him into the small parlour, and thrusting
+him into the easy-chair lately vacated by Mrs. Gimpson seated herself
+upon his knee, regardless in her excitement that the rightful owner was
+with elaborate care selecting the most uncomfortable chair in the room.
+
+"Fancy his coming back!" said Mrs. Boxer, wiping her eyes.  "How did you
+escape, John?  Where have you been?  Tell us all about it."
+
+Mr. Boxer sighed.  "It 'ud be a long story if I had the gift of telling
+of it," he said, slowly, "but I'll cut it short for the present.  When
+the _North Star_ went down in the South Pacific most o' the hands got
+away in the boats, but I was too late.  I got this crack on the head with
+something falling on it from aloft.  Look here."
+
+He bent his head, and Mrs. Boxer, separating the stubble with her
+fingers, uttered an exclamation of pity and alarm at the extent of the
+scar; Mrs. Gimpson, craning forward, uttered a sound which might mean
+anything--even pity.
+
+"When I come to my senses," continued Mr. Boxer, "the ship was sinking,
+and I just got to my feet when she went down and took me with her.  How I
+escaped I don't know.  I seemed to be choking and fighting for my breath
+for years, and then I found myself floating on the sea and clinging to a
+grating.  I clung to it all night, and next day I was picked up by a
+native who was paddling about in a canoe, and taken ashore to an island,
+where I lived for over two years.  It was right out o' the way o' craft,
+but at last I was picked up by a trading schooner named the _Pearl,_
+belonging to Sydney, and taken there.  At Sydney I shipped aboard the
+_Marston Towers,_ a steamer, and landed at the Albert Docks this
+morning."
+
+"Poor John," said his wife, holding on to his arm.  "How you must have
+suffered!"
+
+"I did," said Mr. Boxer.  "Mother got a cold?"  he inquired, eying that
+lady.
+
+"No, I ain't," said Mrs. Gimpson, answering for herself.  "Why didn't you
+write when you got to Sydney?"
+
+"Didn't know where to write to," replied Mr. Boxer, staring.  "I didn't
+know where Mary had gone to."
+
+"You might ha' wrote here," said Mrs. Gimpson.
+
+"Didn't think of it at the time," said Mr. Boxer.  "One thing is, I was
+very busy at Sydney, looking for a ship.  However, I'm 'ere now."
+
+"I always felt you'd turn up some day," said Mrs. Gimpson.  "I felt
+certain of it in my own mind.  Mary made sure you was dead, but I said
+'no, I knew better.'"
+
+There was something in Mrs. Gimpson's manner of saying this that
+impressed her listeners unfavourably.  The impression was deepened when,
+after a short, dry laugh _a propos_ of nothing, she sniffed again--three
+times.
+
+"Well, you turned out to be right," said Mr. Boxer, shortly.
+
+"I gin'rally am," was the reply; "there's very few people can take me
+in."
+
+She sniffed again.
+
+"Were the natives kind to you?" inquired Mrs. Boxer, hastily, as she
+turned to her husband.
+
+"Very kind," said the latter.  "Ah! you ought to have seen that island.
+Beautiful yellow sands and palm-trees; cocoa-nuts to be 'ad for the
+picking, and nothing to do all day but lay about in the sun and swim in
+the sea."
+
+"Any public-'ouses there?" inquired Mrs. Gimpson.
+
+"Cert'nly not," said her son-in-law.  "This was an island--one o' the
+little islands in the South Pacific Ocean."
+
+"What did you say the name o' the schooner was?"  inquired Mrs. Gimpson.
+
+"_Pearl,_" replied Mr. Boxer, with the air of a resentful witness under
+cross-examination.
+
+"And what was the name o' the captin?"  said Mrs. Gimpson.
+
+"Thomas--Henery--Walter--Smith," said Mr. Boxer, with somewhat unpleasant
+emphasis.
+
+"An' the mate's name?"
+
+"John Brown," was the reply.
+
+"Common names," commented Mrs. Gimpson, "very common.  But I knew you'd
+come back all right--I never 'ad no alarm.  'He's safe and happy, my
+dear,' I says.  'He'll come back all in his own good time.'"
+
+"What d'you mean by that?" demanded the sensitive Mr. Boxer.  "I come
+back as soon as I could."
+
+"You know you were anxious, mother," interposed her daughter.  "Why, you
+insisted upon our going to see old Mr. Silver about it."
+
+"Ah!  but I wasn't uneasy or anxious afterwards," said Mrs. Gimpson,
+compressing her lips.
+
+"Who's old Mr. Silver, and what should he know about it?" inquired Mr.
+Boxer.
+
+"He's a fortune-teller," replied his wife.  "Reads the stars," said his
+mother-in-law.
+
+Mr. Boxer laughed--a good ringing laugh.  "What did he tell you?" he
+inquired.  "Nothing," said his wife, hastily.  "Ah!" said Mr. Boxer,
+waggishly, "that was wise of 'im.  Most of us could tell fortunes that
+way."
+
+"That's wrong," said Mrs. Gimpson to her daughter, sharply.  "Right's
+right any day, and truth's truth.  He said that he knew all about John
+and what he'd been doing, but he wouldn't tell us for fear of 'urting our
+feelings and making mischief."
+
+"Here, look 'ere," said Mr. Boxer, starting up; "I've 'ad about enough o'
+this.  Why don't you speak out what you mean?  I'll mischief 'im, the old
+humbug.  Old rascal."
+
+"Never mind, John," said his wife, laying her hand upon his arm.  "Here
+you are safe and sound, and as for old Mr. Silver, there's a lot o'
+people don't believe in him."
+
+"Ah! they don't want to," said Mrs. Gimpson, obstinately.  "But don't
+forget that he foretold my cough last winter."
+
+"Well, look 'ere," said Mr. Boxer, twisting his short, blunt nose into as
+near an imitation of a sneer as he could manage, "I've told you my story
+and I've got witnesses to prove it.  You can write to the master of the
+Marston Towers if you like, and other people besides.  Very well, then;
+let's go and see your precious old fortune-teller.  You needn't say who I
+am; say I'm a friend, and tell 'im never to mind about making mischief,
+but to say right out where I am and what I've been doing all this time.
+I have my 'opes it'll cure you of your superstitiousness."
+
+[Illustration: "'Well, look 'ere,' said Mr. Boxer, 'I've told you my
+story and I've got witnesses to prove it.'"]
+
+"We'll go round after we've shut up, mother," said Mrs. Boxer.  "We'll
+have a bit o' supper first and then start early."
+
+Mrs. Gimpson hesitated.  It is never pleasant to submit one's
+superstitions to the tests of the unbelieving, but after the attitude she
+had taken up she was extremely loath to allow her son-in-law a triumph.
+
+"Never mind, we'll say no more about it," she said, primly, "but I 'ave
+my own ideas."
+
+"I dessay," said Mr. Boxer; "but you're afraid for us to go to your old
+fortune-teller.  It would be too much of a show-up for 'im."
+
+"It's no good your trying to aggravate me, John Boxer, because you can't
+do it," said Mrs. Gimpson, in a voice trembling with passion.
+
+"O' course, if people like being deceived they must be," said Mr. Boxer;
+"we've all got to live, and if we'd all got our common sense fortune-
+tellers couldn't.  Does he tell fortunes by tea-leaves or by the colour
+of your eyes?"
+
+"Laugh away, John Boxer," said Mrs. Gimpson, icily; "but I shouldn't have
+been alive now if it hadn't ha' been for Mr. Silver's warnings."
+
+"Mother stayed in bed for the first ten days in July," explained Mrs.
+Boxer, "to avoid being bit by a mad dog."
+
+"Tchee--tchee--tchee," said the hapless Mr. Boxer, putting his hand over
+his mouth and making noble efforts to restrain himself; "tchee--tch
+
+"I s'pose you'd ha' laughed more if I 'ad been bit?"  said the glaring
+Mrs. Gimpson.
+
+"Well, who did the dog bite after all?"  inquired Mr. Boxer, recovering.
+
+"You don't understand," replied Mrs. Gimpson, pityingly; "me being safe
+up in bed and the door locked, there was no mad dog.  There was no use
+for it."
+
+"Well," said Mr. Boxer, "me and Mary's going round to see that old
+deceiver after supper, whether you come or not.  Mary shall tell 'im I'm
+a friend, and ask him to tell her everything about 'er husband.  Nobody
+knows me here, and Mary and me'll be affectionate like, and give 'im to
+understand we want to marry.  Then he won't mind making mischief."
+
+"You'd better leave well alone," said Mrs. Gimpson.
+
+Mr. Boxer shook his head.  "I was always one for a bit o' fun," he said,
+slowly.  "I want to see his face when he finds out who I am."
+
+Mrs. Gimpson made no reply; she was looking round for the market-basket,
+and having found it she left the reunited couple to keep house while she
+went out to obtain a supper which should, in her daughter's eyes, be
+worthy of the occasion.
+
+She went to the High Street first and made her purchases, and was on the
+way back again when, in response to a sudden impulse, as she passed the
+end of Crowner's Alley, she turned into that small by-way and knocked at
+the astrologer's door.
+
+A slow, dragging footstep was heard approaching in reply to the summons,
+and the astrologer, recognising his visitor as one of his most faithful
+and credulous clients, invited her to step inside.  Mrs. Gimpson
+complied, and, taking a chair, gazed at the venerable white beard and
+small, red-rimmed eyes of her host in some perplexity as to how to begin.
+
+"My daughter's coming round to see you presently," she said, at last.
+
+The astrologer nodded.
+
+"She--she wants to ask you about 'er husband," faltered' Mrs. Gimpson;
+"she's going to bring a friend with her--a man who doesn't believe in
+your knowledge.  He--he knows all about my daughter's husband, and he
+wants to see what you say you know about him."
+
+The old man put on a pair of huge horn spectacles and eyed her carefully.
+
+"You've got something on your mind," he said, at last; "you'd better tell
+me everything."
+
+Mrs. Gimpson shook her head.
+
+"There's some danger hanging over you," continued Mr. Silver, in a low,
+thrilling voice; "some danger in connection with your son-in-law.  There"
+he waved a lean, shrivelled hand backward and for-ward as though
+dispelling a fog, and peered into distance--"there is something forming
+over you.  You--or somebody--are hiding something from me."
+
+[Illustration: "There is something forming over you."]
+
+Mrs. Gimpson, aghast at such omniscience, sank backward in her chair.
+
+"Speak," said the old man, gently; "there is no reason why you should be
+sacrificed for others."
+
+Mrs. Gimpson was of the same opinion, and in some haste she reeled off
+the events of the evening.  She had a good memory, and no detail was
+lost.
+
+"Strange, strange," said the venerable Mr. Silver, when he had finished.
+"He is an ingenious man."
+
+"Isn't it true?"  inquired his listener.  "He says he can prove it.  And
+he is going to find out what you meant by saying you were afraid of
+making mischief."
+
+"He can prove some of it," said the old man, his eyes snapping
+spitefully.  "I can guarantee that."
+
+"But it wouldn't have made mischief if you had told us that," ventured
+Mrs. Gimpson.  "A man can't help being cast away."
+
+"True," said the astrologer, slowly; "true.  But let them come and
+question me; and whatever you do, for your own sake don't let a soul know
+that you have been here.  If you do, the danger to yourself will be so
+terrible that even I may be unable to help you."
+
+Mrs. Gimpson shivered, and more than ever impressed by his marvellous
+powers made her way slowly home, where she found the unconscious Mr.
+Boxer relating his adventures again with much gusto to a married couple
+from next door.
+
+"It's a wonder he's alive," said Mr. Jem Thompson, looking up as the old
+woman entered the room; "it sounds like a story-book.  Show us that cut
+on your head again, mate."
+
+The obliging Mr. Boxer complied.
+
+"We're going on with 'em after they've 'ad sup-per," continued Mr.
+Thompson, as he and his wife rose to depart.  "It'll be a fair treat to
+me to see old Silver bowled out."
+
+Mrs. Gimpson sniffed and eyed his retreating figure disparagingly; Mrs.
+Boxer, prompted by her husband, began to set the table for supper.
+
+It was a lengthy meal, owing principally to Mr. Boxer, but it was over at
+last, and after that gentleman had assisted in shutting up the shop they
+joined the Thompsons, who were waiting outside, and set off for Crowner's
+Alley.  The way was enlivened by Mr. Boxer, who had thrills of horror
+every ten yards at the idea of the supernatural things he was about to
+witness, and by Mr. Thompson, who, not to be outdone, persisted in
+standing stock-still at frequent intervals until he had received the
+assurances of his giggling better-half that he would not be made to
+vanish in a cloud of smoke.
+
+By the time they reached Mr. Silver's abode the party had regained its
+decorum, and, except for a tremendous shudder on the part of Mr. Boxer as
+his gaze fell on a couple of skulls which decorated the magician's table,
+their behaviour left nothing to be desired.  Mrs. Gimpson, in a few
+awkward words, announced the occasion of their visit.  Mr. Boxer she
+introduced as a friend of the family from London.
+
+"I will do what I can," said the old man, slowly, as his visitors seated
+themselves, "but I can only tell you what I see.  If I do not see all, or
+see clearly, it cannot be helped."
+
+Mr. Boxer winked at Mr. Thompson, and received an understanding pinch in
+return; Mrs. Thompson in a hot whisper told them to behave themselves.
+
+The mystic preparations were soon complete.  A little cloud of smoke,
+through which the fierce red eyes of the astrologer peered keenly at Mr.
+Boxer, rose from the table.  Then he poured various liquids into a small
+china bowl and, holding up his hand to command silence, gazed steadfastly
+into it.  "I see pictures," he announced, in a deep voice.  "The docks of
+a great city; London.  I see an ill-shaped man with a bent left leg
+standing on the deck of a ship."
+
+Mr. Thompson, his eyes wide open with surprise, jerked Mr. Boxer in the
+ribs, but Mr. Boxer, whose figure was a sore point with him, made no
+response.
+
+"The ship leaves the docks," continued Mr. Silver, still peering into the
+bowl.  "As she passes through the entrance her stern comes into view with
+the name painted on it.  The--the--the----"
+
+"Look agin, old chap," growled Mr. Boxer, in an undertone.
+
+"The North Star," said the astrologer.  "The ill-shaped man is still
+standing on the fore-part of the ship; I do not know his name or who he
+is.  He takes the portrait of a beautiful young woman from his pocket and
+gazes at it earnestly."
+
+Mrs. Boxer, who had no illusions on the subject of her personal
+appearance, sat up as though she had been stung; Mr. Thompson, who was
+about to nudge Mr. Boxer in the ribs again, thought better of it and
+assumed an air of uncompromising virtue.
+
+"The picture disappears," said Mr. Silver.  "Ah!  I see; I see.  A ship
+in a gale at sea.  It is the North Star; it is sinking.  The ill-shaped
+man sheds tears and loses his head.  I cannot discover the name of this
+man."
+
+Mr. Boxer, who had been several times on the point of interrupting,
+cleared his throat and endeavoured to look unconcerned.
+
+"The ship sinks," continued the astrologer, in thrilling tones.  "Ah!
+what is this?  a piece of wreck-age with a monkey clinging to it?  No,
+no-o.  The ill-shaped man again.  Dear me!"
+
+[Illustration: "Ah!  what is this?  a piece of wreckage with a monkey
+clinging to it?"]
+
+His listeners sat spellbound.  Only the laboured and intense breathing of
+Mr. Boxer broke the silence.
+
+"He is alone on the boundless sea," pursued the seer; "night falls.  Day
+breaks, and a canoe propelled by a slender and pretty but dusky maiden
+approaches the castaway.  She assists him into the canoe and his head
+sinks on her lap, as with vigorous strokes of her paddle she propels the
+canoe toward a small island fringed with palm trees."
+
+"Here, look 'ere--" began the overwrought Mr. Boxer.
+
+"H'sh, h'sh!"  ejaculated the keenly interested Mr. Thompson.  "W'y don't
+you keep quiet?"
+
+"The picture fades," continued the old man.  "I see another: a native
+wedding.  It is the dusky maiden and the man she rescued.  Ah! the
+wedding is interrupted; a young man, a native, breaks into the group.  He
+has a long knife in his hand.  He springs upon the ill-shaped man and
+wounds him in the head."
+
+Involuntarily Mr. Boxer's hand went up to his honourable scar, and the
+heads of the others swung round to gaze at it.  Mrs. Boxer's face was
+terrible in its expression, but Mrs. Gimpson's bore the look of sad and
+patient triumph of one who knew men and could not be surprised at
+anything they do.
+
+"The scene vanishes," resumed the monotonous voice, "and another one
+forms.  The same man stands on the deck of a small ship.  The name on
+the stern is the Peer--no, Paris--no, no, no, Pearl. It fades from the
+shore where the dusky maiden stands with hands stretched out
+imploringly.  The ill-shaped man smiles and takes the portrait of the
+young and beautiful girl from his pocket."
+
+"Look 'ere," said the infuriated Mr. Boxer, "I think we've 'ad about
+enough of this rubbish.  I have--more than enough."
+
+"I don't wonder at it," said his wife, trembling furiously.  "You can go
+if you like.  I'm going to stay and hear all that there is to hear."
+
+"You sit quiet," urged the intensely interested Mr. Thompson.  "He ain't
+said it's you.  There's more than one misshaped man in the world, I
+s'pose?"
+
+"I see an ocean liner," said the seer, who had appeared to be in a trance
+state during this colloquy.  "She is sailing for England from Australia.
+I see the name distinctly: the _Marston Towers_.  The same man is on
+board of her.  The ship arrives at London.  The scene closes; another one
+forms.  The ill-shaped man is sitting with a woman with a beautiful face
+--not the same as the photograph."
+
+"What they can see in him I can't think," muttered Mr. Thompson, in an
+envious whisper.  "He's a perfick terror, and to look at him----"
+
+"They sit hand in hand," continued the astrologer, raising his voice.
+"She smiles up at him and gently strokes his head; he----"
+
+A loud smack rang through the room and startled the entire company; Mrs.
+Boxer, unable to contain herself any longer, had, so far from profiting
+by the example, gone to the other extreme and slapped her husband's head
+with hearty good-will.  Mr. Boxer sprang raging to his feet, and in the
+confusion which ensued the fortune-teller, to the great regret of Mr.
+Thompson, upset the contents of the magic bowl.
+
+"I can see no more," he said, sinking hastily into his chair behind the
+table as Mr. Boxer advanced upon him.
+
+Mrs. Gimpson pushed her son-in-law aside, and laying a modest fee upon
+the table took her daughter's arm and led her out.  The Thompsons
+followed, and Mr. Boxer, after an irresolute glance in the direction of
+the ingenuous Mr. Silver, made his way after them and fell into the rear.
+The people in front walked on for some time in silence, and then the
+voice of the greatly impressed Mrs. Thompson was heard, to the effect
+that if there were only more fortune-tellers in the world there would be
+a lot more better men.
+
+Mr. Boxer trotted up to his wife's side.  "Look here, Mary," he began.
+
+"Don't you speak to me," said his wife, drawing closer to her mother,
+"because I won't answer you."
+
+Mr. Boxer laughed, bitterly.  "This is a nice home-coming," he remarked.
+
+He fell to the rear again and walked along raging, his temper by no means
+being improved by observing that Mrs. Thompson, doubtless with a firm
+belief in the saying that "Evil communications corrupt good manners,"
+kept a tight hold of her husband's arm.  His position as an outcast was
+clearly defined, and he ground his teeth with rage as he observed the
+virtuous uprightness of Mrs. Gimpson's back.  By the time they reached
+home he was in a spirit of mad recklessness far in advance of the
+character given him by the astrologer.
+
+His wife gazed at him with a look of such strong interrogation as he was
+about to follow her into the house that he paused with his foot on the
+step and eyed her dumbly.
+
+"Have you left anything inside that you want?" she inquired.
+
+[Illustration: "'Have you left anything inside that you want?' she
+inquired."]
+
+Mr. Boxer shook his head.  "I only wanted to come in and make a clean
+breast of it," he said, in a curious voice; "then I'll go."
+
+Mrs. Gimpson stood aside to let him pass, and Mr. Thompson, not to be
+denied, followed close behind with his faintly protesting wife.  They sat
+down in a row against the wall, and Mr. Boxer, sitting opposite in a
+hang-dog fashion, eyed them with scornful wrath.
+
+"Well?"  said Mrs. Boxer, at last.
+
+"All that he said was quite true," said her husband, defiantly.  "The
+only thing is, he didn't tell the arf of it.  Altogether, I married three
+dusky maidens."
+
+Everybody but Mr. Thompson shuddered with horror.
+
+"Then I married a white girl in Australia," pursued Mr. Boxer, musingly.
+"I wonder old Silver didn't see that in the bowl; not arf a fortune-
+teller, I call 'im."
+
+"What they see in 'im!" whispered the astounded Mr. Thompson to his wife.
+
+"And did you marry the beautiful girl in the photograph?" demanded Mrs.
+Boxer, in trembling accents.
+
+"I did," said her husband.
+
+"Hussy," cried Mrs. Boxer.
+
+"I married her," said Mr. Boxer, considering--"I married her at
+Camberwell, in eighteen ninety-three."
+
+"Eighteen ninety-three!" said his wife, in a startled voice.  "But you
+couldn't.  Why, you didn't marry me till eighteen ninety-four."
+
+"What's that got to do with it?" inquired the monster, calmly.
+
+Mrs. Boxer, pale as ashes, rose from her seat and stood gazing at him
+with horror-struck eyes, trying in vain to speak.
+
+"You villain!" cried Mrs. Gimpson, violently.  "I always distrusted you."
+
+[Illustration: "'You villain!' cried Mrs. Gimpson, violently.  'I always
+distrusted you.'"]
+
+"I know you did," said Mr. Boxer, calmly.  "You've been committing
+bigamy," cried Mrs. Gimpson.
+
+"Over and over agin," assented Mr. Boxer, cheerfully.  "It's got to be a
+'obby with me."
+
+"Was the first wife alive when you married my daughter?" demanded Mrs.
+Gimpson.
+
+"Alive?" said Mr. Boxer.  "O' course she was.  She's alive now--bless
+her."
+
+He leaned back in his chair and regarded with intense satisfaction the
+horrified faces of the group in front.
+
+"You--you'll go to jail for this," cried Mrs. Gimpson, breathlessly.
+"What is your first wife's address?"
+
+"I decline to answer that question," said her son-in-law.
+
+"What is your first wife's address?"  repeated Mrs. Gimpson.
+
+"Ask the fortune-teller," said Mr. Boxer, with an aggravating smile.
+"And then get 'im up in the box as a witness, little bowl and all.  He
+can tell you more than I can."
+
+"I demand to know her name and address," cried Mrs. Gimpson, putting a
+bony arm around the waist of the trembling Mrs. Boxer.
+
+"I decline to give it," said Mr. Boxer, with great relish.  "It ain't
+likely I'm going to give myself away like that; besides, it's agin the
+law for a man to criminate himself.  You go on and start your bigamy
+case, and call old red-eyes as a witness."
+
+Mrs. Gimpson gazed at him in speechless wrath and then stooping down
+conversed in excited whispers with Mrs. Thompson.  Mrs. Boxer crossed
+over to her husband.
+
+"Oh, John," she wailed, "say it isn't true, say it isn't true."
+
+Mr. Boxer hesitated.  "What's the good o' me saying anything?"  he said,
+doggedly.
+
+"It isn't true," persisted his wife.  "Say it isn't true."
+
+"What I told you when I first came in this evening was quite true," said
+her husband, slowly.  "And what I've just told you is as true as what
+that lying old fortune-teller told you.  You can please yourself what you
+believe."
+
+"I believe you, John," said his wife, humbly.
+
+Mr. Boxer's countenance cleared and he drew her on to his knee.
+
+"That's right," he said, cheerfully.  "So long as you believe in me I
+don't care what other people think.  And before I'm much older I'll find
+out how that old rascal got to know the names of the ships I was aboard.
+Seems to me somebody's been talking."
+
+
+
+
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+Title: The Castaway
+       Odd Craft, Part 2.
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+Author: W.W. Jacobs
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+<br><br>
+<center>
+<img alt="title (42K)" src="title.jpg" height="658" width="479" />
+</center>
+<br><br>
+<br /><br />
+<h2>
+    1909
+</h2>
+
+<center>
+<h3>PART 2.</h3>
+</center>
+
+<br /><br />
+<hr>
+<br /><br />
+
+
+<h2>List of Illustrations</h2>
+
+
+
+
+
+<p class="toc"><a href="#image-6">
+"Mrs. John Boxer Stood at the Door of The Shop With Her
+Hands Clasped on Her Apron."
+</a></p>
+<p class="toc"><a href="#image-7">
+"'Well, Look 'ere,' Said Mr. Boxer, 'i've Told You My
+Story and I've Got Witnesses to Prove It.'"
+</a></p>
+<p class="toc"><a href="#image-8">
+"There is Something Forming over You."
+</a></p>
+<p class="toc"><a href="#image-9">
+"Ah!  What is This?  a Piece of Wreckage With A Monkey
+Clinging to It?"
+</a></p>
+<p class="toc"><a href="#image-10">
+"'Have You Left Anything Inside That You Want?' She
+Inquired."
+</a></p>
+<p class="toc"><a href="#image-11">
+"'You Villain!' Cried Mrs. Gimpson, Violently.  'i Always
+Distrusted You.'"
+</a></p>
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+<br /><br />
+<hr>
+<br /><br />
+
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+
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+
+
+
+
+<a name="2H_4_2"><!-- H2 anchor --></a>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<h2>
+    THE CASTAWAY
+</h2>
+<p>
+    Mrs. John Boxer stood at the door of the shop with her hands clasped on
+    her apron.  The short day had drawn to a close, and the lamps in the
+    narrow little thorough-fares of Shinglesea were already lit.  For a time
+    she stood listening to the regular beat of the sea on the beach some
+    half-mile distant, and then with a slight shiver stepped back into the
+    shop and closed the door.
+</p>
+<a name="image-6"><!--IMG--></a>
+<center>
+<img src="006.jpg" height="476" width="564"
+alt="'mrs. John Boxer Stood at the Door of The Shop With Her
+Hands Clasped on Her Apron.'
+">
+</center>
+<!--IMAGE END-->
+<p>
+    The little shop with its wide-mouthed bottles of sweets was one of her
+    earliest memories.  Until her marriage she had known no other home, and
+    when her husband was lost with the <i>North Star</i> some three years before,
+    she gave up her home in Poplar and returned to assist her mother in the
+    little shop.
+</p>
+<p>
+    In a restless mood she took up a piece of needle-work, and a minute or
+    two later put it down again.  A glance through the glass of the door
+    leading into the small parlour revealed Mrs. Gimpson, with a red shawl
+    round her shoulders, asleep in her easy-chair.
+</p>
+<p>
+    Mrs. Boxer turned at the clang of the shop bell, and then, with a wild
+    cry, stood gazing at the figure of a man standing in the door-way.  He
+    was short and bearded, with oddly shaped shoulders, and a left leg which
+    was not a match; but the next moment Mrs. Boxer was in his arms sobbing
+    and laughing together.
+</p>
+<p>
+    Mrs. Gimpson, whose nerves were still quivering owing to the suddenness
+    with which she had been awakened, came into the shop; Mr. Boxer freed an
+    arm, and placing it round her waist kissed her with some affection on the
+    chin.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "He's come back!"  cried Mrs. Boxer, hysterically.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Thank goodness," said Mrs. Gimpson, after a moment's deliberation.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "He's alive!"  cried Mrs. Boxer.  "He's alive !"
+</p>
+<p>
+    She half-dragged and half-led him into the small parlour, and thrusting
+    him into the easy-chair lately vacated by Mrs. Gimpson seated herself
+    upon his knee, regardless in her excitement that the rightful owner was
+    with elaborate care selecting the most uncomfortable chair in the room.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Fancy his coming back!" said Mrs. Boxer, wiping her eyes.  "How did you
+    escape, John?  Where have you been?  Tell us all about it."
+</p>
+<p>
+    Mr. Boxer sighed.  "It 'ud be a long story if I had the gift of telling
+    of it," he said, slowly, "but I'll cut it short for the present.  When
+    the <i>North Star</i> went down in the South Pacific most o' the hands got
+    away in the boats, but I was too late.  I got this crack on the head with
+    something falling on it from aloft.  Look here."
+</p>
+<p>
+    He bent his head, and Mrs. Boxer, separating the stubble with her
+    fingers, uttered an exclamation of pity and alarm at the extent of the
+    scar; Mrs. Gimpson, craning forward, uttered a sound which might mean
+    anything&mdash;even pity.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "When I come to my senses," continued Mr. Boxer, "the ship was sinking,
+    and I just got to my feet when she went down and took me with her.  How I
+    escaped I don't know.  I seemed to be choking and fighting for my breath
+    for years, and then I found myself floating on the sea and clinging to a
+    grating.  I clung to it all night, and next day I was picked up by a
+    native who was paddling about in a canoe, and taken ashore to an island,
+    where I lived for over two years.  It was right out o' the way o' craft,
+    but at last I was picked up by a trading schooner named the <i>Pearl,</i>
+    belonging to Sydney, and taken there.  At Sydney I shipped aboard the
+    <i>Marston Towers,</i> a steamer, and landed at the Albert Docks this
+    morning."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Poor John," said his wife, holding on to his arm.  "How you must have
+    suffered!"
+</p>
+<p>
+    "I did," said Mr. Boxer.  "Mother got a cold?"  he inquired, eying that
+    lady.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "No, I ain't," said Mrs. Gimpson, answering for herself.  "Why didn't you
+    write when you got to Sydney?"
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Didn't know where to write to," replied Mr. Boxer, staring.  "I didn't
+    know where Mary had gone to."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "You might ha' wrote here," said Mrs. Gimpson.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Didn't think of it at the time," said Mr. Boxer.  "One thing is, I was
+    very busy at Sydney, looking for a ship.  However, I'm 'ere now."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "I always felt you'd turn up some day," said Mrs. Gimpson.  "I felt
+    certain of it in my own mind.  Mary made sure you was dead, but I said
+    'no, I knew better.'"
+</p>
+<p>
+    There was something in Mrs. Gimpson's manner of saying this that
+    impressed her listeners unfavourably.  The impression was deepened when,
+    after a short, dry laugh <i>a propos</i> of nothing, she sniffed again&mdash;three
+    times.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Well, you turned out to be right," said Mr. Boxer, shortly.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "I gin'rally am," was the reply; "there's very few people can take me
+    in."
+</p>
+<p>
+    She sniffed again.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Were the natives kind to you?" inquired Mrs. Boxer, hastily, as she
+    turned to her husband.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Very kind," said the latter.  "Ah! you ought to have seen that island.
+    Beautiful yellow sands and palm-trees; cocoa-nuts to be 'ad for the
+    picking, and nothing to do all day but lay about in the sun and swim in
+    the sea."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Any public-'ouses there?" inquired Mrs. Gimpson.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Cert'nly not," said her son-in-law.  "This was an island&mdash;one o' the
+    little islands in the South Pacific Ocean."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "What did you say the name o' the schooner was?"  inquired Mrs. Gimpson.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "<i>Pearl,</i>" replied Mr. Boxer, with the air of a resentful witness under
+    cross-examination.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "And what was the name o' the captin?"  said Mrs. Gimpson.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Thomas&mdash;Henery&mdash;Walter&mdash;Smith," said Mr. Boxer, with somewhat unpleasant
+    emphasis.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "An' the mate's name?"
+</p>
+<p>
+    "John Brown," was the reply.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Common names," commented Mrs. Gimpson, "very common.  But I knew you'd
+    come back all right&mdash;I never 'ad no alarm.  'He's safe and happy, my
+    dear,' I says.  'He'll come back all in his own good time.'"
+</p>
+<p>
+    "What d'you mean by that?" demanded the sensitive Mr. Boxer.  "I come
+    back as soon as I could."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "You know you were anxious, mother," interposed her daughter.  "Why, you
+    insisted upon our going to see old Mr. Silver about it."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Ah!  but I wasn't uneasy or anxious afterwards," said Mrs. Gimpson,
+    compressing her lips.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Who's old Mr. Silver, and what should he know about it?" inquired Mr.
+    Boxer.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "He's a fortune-teller," replied his wife.  "Reads the stars," said his
+    mother-in-law.
+</p>
+<p>
+    Mr. Boxer laughed&mdash;a good ringing laugh.  "What did he tell you?" he
+    inquired.  "Nothing," said his wife, hastily.  "Ah!" said Mr. Boxer,
+    waggishly, "that was wise of 'im.  Most of us could tell fortunes that
+    way."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "That's wrong," said Mrs. Gimpson to her daughter, sharply.  "Right's
+    right any day, and truth's truth.  He said that he knew all about John
+    and what he'd been doing, but he wouldn't tell us for fear of 'urting our
+    feelings and making mischief."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Here, look 'ere," said Mr. Boxer, starting up; "I've 'ad about enough o'
+    this.  Why don't you speak out what you mean?  I'll mischief 'im, the old
+    humbug.  Old rascal."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Never mind, John," said his wife, laying her hand upon his arm.  "Here
+    you are safe and sound, and as for old Mr. Silver, there's a lot o'
+    people don't believe in him."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Ah! they don't want to," said Mrs. Gimpson, obstinately.  "But don't
+    forget that he foretold my cough last winter."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Well, look 'ere," said Mr. Boxer, twisting his short, blunt nose into as
+    near an imitation of a sneer as he could manage, "I've told you my story
+    and I've got witnesses to prove it.  You can write to the master of the
+    Marston Towers if you like, and other people besides.  Very well, then;
+    let's go and see your precious old fortune-teller.  You needn't say who I
+    am; say I'm a friend, and tell 'im never to mind about making mischief,
+    but to say right out where I am and what I've been doing all this time.
+    I have my 'opes it'll cure you of your superstitiousness."
+</p>
+<a name="image-7"><!--IMG--></a>
+<center>
+<img src="007.jpg" height="519" width="513"
+alt="''well, Look 'ere,' Said Mr. Boxer, 'i've Told You My
+Story and I've Got Witnesses to Prove It.''
+">
+</center>
+<!--IMAGE END-->
+<p>
+    "We'll go round after we've shut up, mother," said Mrs. Boxer.  "We'll
+    have a bit o' supper first and then start early."
+</p>
+<p>
+    Mrs. Gimpson hesitated.  It is never pleasant to submit one's
+    superstitions to the tests of the unbelieving, but after the attitude she
+    had taken up she was extremely loath to allow her son-in-law a triumph.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Never mind, we'll say no more about it," she said, primly, "but I 'ave
+    my own ideas."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "I dessay," said Mr. Boxer; "but you're afraid for us to go to your old
+    fortune-teller.  It would be too much of a show-up for 'im."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "It's no good your trying to aggravate me, John Boxer, because you can't
+    do it," said Mrs. Gimpson, in a voice trembling with passion.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "O' course, if people like being deceived they must be," said Mr. Boxer;
+    "we've all got to live, and if we'd all got our common sense fortune-
+    tellers couldn't.  Does he tell fortunes by tea-leaves or by the colour
+    of your eyes?"
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Laugh away, John Boxer," said Mrs. Gimpson, icily; "but I shouldn't have
+    been alive now if it hadn't ha' been for Mr. Silver's warnings."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Mother stayed in bed for the first ten days in July," explained Mrs.
+    Boxer, "to avoid being bit by a mad dog."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Tchee&mdash;tchee&mdash;tchee," said the hapless Mr. Boxer, putting his hand over
+    his mouth and making noble efforts to restrain himself; "tchee&mdash;tch
+</p>
+<p>
+    "I s'pose you'd ha' laughed more if I 'ad been bit?"  said the glaring
+    Mrs. Gimpson.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Well, who did the dog bite after all?"  inquired Mr. Boxer, recovering.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "You don't understand," replied Mrs. Gimpson, pityingly; "me being safe
+    up in bed and the door locked, there was no mad dog.  There was no use
+    for it."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Well," said Mr. Boxer, "me and Mary's going round to see that old
+    deceiver after supper, whether you come or not.  Mary shall tell 'im I'm
+    a friend, and ask him to tell her everything about 'er husband.  Nobody
+    knows me here, and Mary and me'll be affectionate like, and give 'im to
+    understand we want to marry.  Then he won't mind making mischief."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "You'd better leave well alone," said Mrs. Gimpson.
+</p>
+<p>
+    Mr. Boxer shook his head.  "I was always one for a bit o' fun," he said,
+    slowly.  "I want to see his face when he finds out who I am."
+</p>
+<p>
+    Mrs. Gimpson made no reply; she was looking round for the market-basket,
+    and having found it she left the reunited couple to keep house while she
+    went out to obtain a supper which should, in her daughter's eyes, be
+    worthy of the occasion.
+</p>
+<p>
+    She went to the High Street first and made her purchases, and was on the
+    way back again when, in response to a sudden impulse, as she passed the
+    end of Crowner's Alley, she turned into that small by-way and knocked at
+    the astrologer's door.
+</p>
+<p>
+    A slow, dragging footstep was heard approaching in reply to the summons,
+    and the astrologer, recognising his visitor as one of his most faithful
+    and credulous clients, invited her to step inside.  Mrs. Gimpson
+    complied, and, taking a chair, gazed at the venerable white beard and
+    small, red-rimmed eyes of her host in some perplexity as to how to begin.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "My daughter's coming round to see you presently," she said, at last.
+</p>
+<p>
+    The astrologer nodded.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "She&mdash;she wants to ask you about 'er husband," faltered' Mrs. Gimpson;
+    "she's going to bring a friend with her&mdash;a man who doesn't believe in
+    your knowledge.  He&mdash;he knows all about my daughter's husband, and he
+    wants to see what you say you know about him."
+</p>
+<p>
+    The old man put on a pair of huge horn spectacles and eyed her carefully.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "You've got something on your mind," he said, at last; "you'd better tell
+    me everything."
+</p>
+<p>
+    Mrs. Gimpson shook her head.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "There's some danger hanging over you," continued Mr. Silver, in a low,
+    thrilling voice; "some danger in connection with your son-in-law.  There"
+    he waved a lean, shrivelled hand backward and for-ward as though
+    dispelling a fog, and peered into distance&mdash;"there is something forming
+    over you.  You&mdash;or somebody&mdash;are hiding something from me."
+</p>
+<a name="image-8"><!--IMG--></a>
+<center>
+<img src="008.jpg" height="695" width="544"
+alt="'there is Something Forming over You.'
+">
+</center>
+<!--IMAGE END-->
+<p>
+    Mrs. Gimpson, aghast at such omniscience, sank backward in her chair.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Speak," said the old man, gently; "there is no reason why you should be
+    sacrificed for others."
+</p>
+<p>
+    Mrs. Gimpson was of the same opinion, and in some haste she reeled off
+    the events of the evening.  She had a good memory, and no detail was
+    lost.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Strange, strange," said the venerable Mr. Silver, when he had finished.
+    "He is an ingenious man."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Isn't it true?"  inquired his listener.  "He says he can prove it.  And
+    he is going to find out what you meant by saying you were afraid of
+    making mischief."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "He can prove some of it," said the old man, his eyes snapping
+    spitefully.  "I can guarantee that."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "But it wouldn't have made mischief if you had told us that," ventured
+    Mrs. Gimpson.  "A man can't help being cast away."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "True," said the astrologer, slowly; "true.  But let them come and
+    question me; and whatever you do, for your own sake don't let a soul know
+    that you have been here.  If you do, the danger to yourself will be so
+    terrible that even I may be unable to help you."
+</p>
+<p>
+    Mrs. Gimpson shivered, and more than ever impressed by his marvellous
+    powers made her way slowly home, where she found the unconscious Mr.
+    Boxer relating his adventures again with much gusto to a married couple
+    from next door.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "It's a wonder he's alive," said Mr. Jem Thompson, looking up as the old
+    woman entered the room; "it sounds like a story-book.  Show us that cut
+    on your head again, mate."
+</p>
+<p>
+    The obliging Mr. Boxer complied.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "We're going on with 'em after they've 'ad sup-per," continued Mr.
+    Thompson, as he and his wife rose to depart.  "It'll be a fair treat to
+    me to see old Silver bowled out."
+</p>
+<p>
+    Mrs. Gimpson sniffed and eyed his retreating figure disparagingly; Mrs.
+    Boxer, prompted by her husband, began to set the table for supper.
+</p>
+<p>
+    It was a lengthy meal, owing principally to Mr. Boxer, but it was over at
+    last, and after that gentleman had assisted in shutting up the shop they
+    joined the Thompsons, who were waiting outside, and set off for Crowner's
+    Alley.  The way was enlivened by Mr. Boxer, who had thrills of horror
+    every ten yards at the idea of the supernatural things he was about to
+    witness, and by Mr. Thompson, who, not to be outdone, persisted in
+    standing stock-still at frequent intervals until he had received the
+    assurances of his giggling better-half that he would not be made to
+    vanish in a cloud of smoke.
+</p>
+<p>
+    By the time they reached Mr. Silver's abode the party had regained its
+    decorum, and, except for a tremendous shudder on the part of Mr. Boxer as
+    his gaze fell on a couple of skulls which decorated the magician's table,
+    their behaviour left nothing to be desired.  Mrs. Gimpson, in a few
+    awkward words, announced the occasion of their visit.  Mr. Boxer she
+    introduced as a friend of the family from London.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "I will do what I can," said the old man, slowly, as his visitors seated
+    themselves, "but I can only tell you what I see.  If I do not see all, or
+    see clearly, it cannot be helped."
+</p>
+<p>
+    Mr. Boxer winked at Mr. Thompson, and received an understanding pinch in
+    return; Mrs. Thompson in a hot whisper told them to behave themselves.
+</p>
+<p>
+    The mystic preparations were soon complete.  A little cloud of smoke,
+    through which the fierce red eyes of the astrologer peered keenly at Mr.
+    Boxer, rose from the table.  Then he poured various liquids into a small
+    china bowl and, holding up his hand to command silence, gazed steadfastly
+    into it.  "I see pictures," he announced, in a deep voice.  "The docks of
+    a great city; London.  I see an ill-shaped man with a bent left leg
+    standing on the deck of a ship."
+</p>
+<p>
+    Mr. Thompson, his eyes wide open with surprise, jerked Mr. Boxer in the
+    ribs, but Mr. Boxer, whose figure was a sore point with him, made no
+    response.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "The ship leaves the docks," continued Mr. Silver, still peering into the
+    bowl.  "As she passes through the entrance her stern comes into view with
+    the name painted on it.  The&mdash;the&mdash;the&mdash;&mdash;"
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Look agin, old chap," growled Mr. Boxer, in an undertone.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "The North Star," said the astrologer.  "The ill-shaped man is still
+    standing on the fore-part of the ship; I do not know his name or who he
+    is.  He takes the portrait of a beautiful young woman from his pocket and
+    gazes at it earnestly."
+</p>
+<p>
+    Mrs. Boxer, who had no illusions on the subject of her personal
+    appearance, sat up as though she had been stung; Mr. Thompson, who was
+    about to nudge Mr. Boxer in the ribs again, thought better of it and
+    assumed an air of uncompromising virtue.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "The picture disappears," said Mr. Silver.  "Ah!  I see; I see.  A ship
+    in a gale at sea.  It is the North Star; it is sinking.  The ill-shaped
+    man sheds tears and loses his head.  I cannot discover the name of this
+    man."
+</p>
+<p>
+    Mr. Boxer, who had been several times on the point of interrupting,
+    cleared his throat and endeavoured to look unconcerned.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "The ship sinks," continued the astrologer, in thrilling tones.  "Ah!
+    what is this?  a piece of wreck-age with a monkey clinging to it?  No,
+    no-o.  The ill-shaped man again.  Dear me!"
+</p>
+<a name="image-9"><!--IMG--></a>
+<center>
+<img src="009.jpg" height="618" width="556"
+alt="'ah!  What is This?  a Piece of Wreckage With A Monkey
+Clinging to It?'
+">
+</center>
+<!--IMAGE END-->
+<p>
+    His listeners sat spellbound.  Only the laboured and intense breathing of
+    Mr. Boxer broke the silence.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "He is alone on the boundless sea," pursued the seer; "night falls.  Day
+    breaks, and a canoe propelled by a slender and pretty but dusky maiden
+    approaches the castaway.  She assists him into the canoe and his head
+    sinks on her lap, as with vigorous strokes of her paddle she propels the
+    canoe toward a small island fringed with palm trees."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Here, look 'ere&mdash;" began the overwrought Mr. Boxer.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "H'sh, h'sh!"  ejaculated the keenly interested Mr. Thompson.  "W'y don't
+    you keep quiet?"
+</p>
+<p>
+    "The picture fades," continued the old man.  "I see another: a native
+    wedding.  It is the dusky maiden and the man she rescued.  Ah! the
+    wedding is interrupted; a young man, a native, breaks into the group.  He
+    has a long knife in his hand.  He springs upon the ill-shaped man and
+    wounds him in the head."
+</p>
+<p>
+    Involuntarily Mr. Boxer's hand went up to his honourable scar, and the
+    heads of the others swung round to gaze at it.  Mrs. Boxer's face was
+    terrible in its expression, but Mrs. Gimpson's bore the look of sad and
+    patient triumph of one who knew men and could not be surprised at
+    anything they do.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "The scene vanishes," resumed the monotonous voice, "and another one
+    forms.  The same man stands on the deck of a small ship.  The name on
+    the stern is the Peer&mdash;no, Paris&mdash;no, no, no, Pearl. It fades from the
+    shore where the dusky maiden stands with hands stretched out
+    imploringly.  The ill-shaped man smiles and takes the portrait of the
+    young and beautiful girl from his pocket."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Look 'ere," said the infuriated Mr. Boxer, "I think we've 'ad about
+    enough of this rubbish.  I have&mdash;more than enough."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "I don't wonder at it," said his wife, trembling furiously.  "You can go
+    if you like.  I'm going to stay and hear all that there is to hear."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "You sit quiet," urged the intensely interested Mr. Thompson.  "He ain't
+    said it's you.  There's more than one misshaped man in the world, I
+    s'pose?"
+</p>
+<p>
+    "I see an ocean liner," said the seer, who had appeared to be in a trance
+    state during this colloquy.  "She is sailing for England from Australia.
+    I see the name distinctly: the <i>Marston Towers</i>.  The same man is on
+    board of her.  The ship arrives at London.  The scene closes; another one
+    forms.  The ill-shaped man is sitting with a woman with a beautiful face
+    &mdash;not the same as the photograph."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "What they can see in him I can't think," muttered Mr. Thompson, in an
+    envious whisper.  "He's a perfick terror, and to look at him&mdash;&mdash;"
+</p>
+<p>
+    "They sit hand in hand," continued the astrologer, raising his voice.
+    "She smiles up at him and gently strokes his head; he&mdash;&mdash;"
+</p>
+<p>
+    A loud smack rang through the room and startled the entire company; Mrs.
+    Boxer, unable to contain herself any longer, had, so far from profiting
+    by the example, gone to the other extreme and slapped her husband's head
+    with hearty good-will.  Mr. Boxer sprang raging to his feet, and in the
+    confusion which ensued the fortune-teller, to the great regret of Mr.
+    Thompson, upset the contents of the magic bowl.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "I can see no more," he said, sinking hastily into his chair behind the
+    table as Mr. Boxer advanced upon him.
+</p>
+<p>
+    Mrs. Gimpson pushed her son-in-law aside, and laying a modest fee upon
+    the table took her daughter's arm and led her out.  The Thompsons
+    followed, and Mr. Boxer, after an irresolute glance in the direction of
+    the ingenuous Mr. Silver, made his way after them and fell into the rear.
+    The people in front walked on for some time in silence, and then the
+    voice of the greatly impressed Mrs. Thompson was heard, to the effect
+    that if there were only more fortune-tellers in the world there would be
+    a lot more better men.
+</p>
+<p>
+    Mr. Boxer trotted up to his wife's side.  "Look here, Mary," he began.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Don't you speak to me," said his wife, drawing closer to her mother,
+    "because I won't answer you."
+</p>
+<p>
+    Mr. Boxer laughed, bitterly.  "This is a nice home-coming," he remarked.
+</p>
+<p>
+    He fell to the rear again and walked along raging, his temper by no means
+    being improved by observing that Mrs. Thompson, doubtless with a firm
+    belief in the saying that "Evil communications corrupt good manners,"
+    kept a tight hold of her husband's arm.  His position as an outcast was
+    clearly defined, and he ground his teeth with rage as he observed the
+    virtuous uprightness of Mrs. Gimpson's back.  By the time they reached
+    home he was in a spirit of mad recklessness far in advance of the
+    character given him by the astrologer.
+</p>
+<p>
+    His wife gazed at him with a look of such strong interrogation as he was
+    about to follow her into the house that he paused with his foot on the
+    step and eyed her dumbly.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Have you left anything inside that you want?" she inquired.
+</p>
+<a name="image-10"><!--IMG--></a>
+<center>
+<img src="010.jpg" height="641" width="488"
+alt="''have You Left Anything Inside That You Want?' She
+Inquired.'
+">
+</center>
+<!--IMAGE END-->
+<p>
+    Mr. Boxer shook his head.  "I only wanted to come in and make a clean
+    breast of it," he said, in a curious voice; "then I'll go."
+</p>
+<p>
+    Mrs. Gimpson stood aside to let him pass, and Mr. Thompson, not to be
+    denied, followed close behind with his faintly protesting wife.  They sat
+    down in a row against the wall, and Mr. Boxer, sitting opposite in a
+    hang-dog fashion, eyed them with scornful wrath.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Well?"  said Mrs. Boxer, at last.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "All that he said was quite true," said her husband, defiantly.  "The
+    only thing is, he didn't tell the arf of it.  Altogether, I married three
+    dusky maidens."
+</p>
+<p>
+    Everybody but Mr. Thompson shuddered with horror.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Then I married a white girl in Australia," pursued Mr. Boxer, musingly.
+    "I wonder old Silver didn't see that in the bowl; not arf a fortune-
+    teller, I call 'im."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "What they see in 'im!" whispered the astounded Mr. Thompson to his wife.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "And did you marry the beautiful girl in the photograph?" demanded Mrs.
+    Boxer, in trembling accents.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "I did," said her husband.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Hussy," cried Mrs. Boxer.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "I married her," said Mr. Boxer, considering&mdash;"I married her at
+    Camberwell, in eighteen ninety-three."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Eighteen ninety-three!" said his wife, in a startled voice.  "But you
+    couldn't.  Why, you didn't marry me till eighteen ninety-four."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "What's that got to do with it?" inquired the monster, calmly.
+</p>
+<p>
+    Mrs. Boxer, pale as ashes, rose from her seat and stood gazing at him
+    with horror-struck eyes, trying in vain to speak.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "You villain!" cried Mrs. Gimpson, violently.  "I always distrusted you."
+</p>
+<a name="image-11"><!--IMG--></a>
+<center>
+<img src="011.jpg" height="520" width="515"
+alt="''you Villain!' Cried Mrs. Gimpson, Violently.  'i Always
+Distrusted You.''
+">
+</center>
+<!--IMAGE END-->
+<p>
+    "I know you did," said Mr. Boxer, calmly.  "You've been committing
+    bigamy," cried Mrs. Gimpson.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Over and over agin," assented Mr. Boxer, cheerfully.  "It's got to be a
+    'obby with me."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Was the first wife alive when you married my daughter?" demanded Mrs.
+    Gimpson.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Alive?" said Mr. Boxer.  "O' course she was.  She's alive now&mdash;bless
+    her."
+</p>
+<p>
+    He leaned back in his chair and regarded with intense satisfaction the
+    horrified faces of the group in front.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "You&mdash;you'll go to jail for this," cried Mrs. Gimpson, breathlessly.
+    "What is your first wife's address?"
+</p>
+<p>
+    "I decline to answer that question," said her son-in-law.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "What is your first wife's address?"  repeated Mrs. Gimpson.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Ask the fortune-teller," said Mr. Boxer, with an aggravating smile.
+    "And then get 'im up in the box as a witness, little bowl and all.  He
+    can tell you more than I can."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "I demand to know her name and address," cried Mrs. Gimpson, putting a
+    bony arm around the waist of the trembling Mrs. Boxer.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "I decline to give it," said Mr. Boxer, with great relish.  "It ain't
+    likely I'm going to give myself away like that; besides, it's agin the
+    law for a man to criminate himself.  You go on and start your bigamy
+    case, and call old red-eyes as a witness."
+</p>
+<p>
+    Mrs. Gimpson gazed at him in speechless wrath and then stooping down
+    conversed in excited whispers with Mrs. Thompson.  Mrs. Boxer crossed
+    over to her husband.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Oh, John," she wailed, "say it isn't true, say it isn't true."
+</p>
+<p>
+    Mr. Boxer hesitated.  "What's the good o' me saying anything?"  he said,
+    doggedly.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "It isn't true," persisted his wife.  "Say it isn't true."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "What I told you when I first came in this evening was quite true," said
+    her husband, slowly.  "And what I've just told you is as true as what
+    that lying old fortune-teller told you.  You can please yourself what you
+    believe."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "I believe you, John," said his wife, humbly.
+</p>
+<p>
+    Mr. Boxer's countenance cleared and he drew her on to his knee.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "That's right," he said, cheerfully.  "So long as you believe in me I
+    don't care what other people think.  And before I'm much older I'll find
+    out how that old rascal got to know the names of the ships I was aboard.
+    Seems to me somebody's been talking."
+</p>
+
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Castaway, by W.W. Jacobs
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
+with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org
+
+
+Title: The Castaway
+       Odd Craft, Part 2.
+
+Author: W.W. Jacobs
+
+Release Date: April 29, 2004 [EBook #12202]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ASCII
+
+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE CASTAWAY ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by David Widger
+
+
+
+
+ODD CRAFT
+
+By W.W. Jacobs
+
+
+
+THE CASTAWAY
+
+Mrs. John Boxer stood at the door of the shop with her hands clasped on
+her apron.  The short day had drawn to a close, and the lamps in the
+narrow little thorough-fares of Shinglesea were already lit.  For a time
+she stood listening to the regular beat of the sea on the beach some
+half-mile distant, and then with a slight shiver stepped back into the
+shop and closed the door.
+
+[Illustration: "Mrs. John Boxer stood at the door of the shop with her
+hands clasped on her apron."]
+
+The little shop with its wide-mouthed bottles of sweets was one of her
+earliest memories.  Until her marriage she had known no other home, and
+when her husband was lost with the _North Star_ some three years before,
+she gave up her home in Poplar and returned to assist her mother in the
+little shop.
+
+In a restless mood she took up a piece of needle-work, and a minute or
+two later put it down again.  A glance through the glass of the door
+leading into the small parlour revealed Mrs. Gimpson, with a red shawl
+round her shoulders, asleep in her easy-chair.
+
+Mrs. Boxer turned at the clang of the shop bell, and then, with a wild
+cry, stood gazing at the figure of a man standing in the door-way.  He
+was short and bearded, with oddly shaped shoulders, and a left leg which
+was not a match; but the next moment Mrs. Boxer was in his arms sobbing
+and laughing together.
+
+Mrs. Gimpson, whose nerves were still quivering owing to the suddenness
+with which she had been awakened, came into the shop; Mr. Boxer freed an
+arm, and placing it round her waist kissed her with some affection on the
+chin.
+
+"He's come back!"  cried Mrs. Boxer, hysterically.
+
+"Thank goodness," said Mrs. Gimpson, after a moment's deliberation.
+
+"He's alive!"  cried Mrs. Boxer.  "He's alive !"
+
+She half-dragged and half-led him into the small parlour, and thrusting
+him into the easy-chair lately vacated by Mrs. Gimpson seated herself
+upon his knee, regardless in her excitement that the rightful owner was
+with elaborate care selecting the most uncomfortable chair in the room.
+
+"Fancy his coming back!" said Mrs. Boxer, wiping her eyes.  "How did you
+escape, John?  Where have you been?  Tell us all about it."
+
+Mr. Boxer sighed.  "It 'ud be a long story if I had the gift of telling
+of it," he said, slowly, "but I'll cut it short for the present.  When
+the _North Star_ went down in the South Pacific most o' the hands got
+away in the boats, but I was too late.  I got this crack on the head with
+something falling on it from aloft.  Look here."
+
+He bent his head, and Mrs. Boxer, separating the stubble with her
+fingers, uttered an exclamation of pity and alarm at the extent of the
+scar; Mrs. Gimpson, craning forward, uttered a sound which might mean
+anything--even pity.
+
+"When I come to my senses," continued Mr. Boxer, "the ship was sinking,
+and I just got to my feet when she went down and took me with her.  How I
+escaped I don't know.  I seemed to be choking and fighting for my breath
+for years, and then I found myself floating on the sea and clinging to a
+grating.  I clung to it all night, and next day I was picked up by a
+native who was paddling about in a canoe, and taken ashore to an island,
+where I lived for over two years.  It was right out o' the way o' craft,
+but at last I was picked up by a trading schooner named the _Pearl,_
+belonging to Sydney, and taken there.  At Sydney I shipped aboard the
+_Marston Towers,_ a steamer, and landed at the Albert Docks this
+morning."
+
+"Poor John," said his wife, holding on to his arm.  "How you must have
+suffered!"
+
+"I did," said Mr. Boxer.  "Mother got a cold?"  he inquired, eying that
+lady.
+
+"No, I ain't," said Mrs. Gimpson, answering for herself.  "Why didn't you
+write when you got to Sydney?"
+
+"Didn't know where to write to," replied Mr. Boxer, staring.  "I didn't
+know where Mary had gone to."
+
+"You might ha' wrote here," said Mrs. Gimpson.
+
+"Didn't think of it at the time," said Mr. Boxer.  "One thing is, I was
+very busy at Sydney, looking for a ship.  However, I'm 'ere now."
+
+"I always felt you'd turn up some day," said Mrs. Gimpson.  "I felt
+certain of it in my own mind.  Mary made sure you was dead, but I said
+'no, I knew better.'"
+
+There was something in Mrs. Gimpson's manner of saying this that
+impressed her listeners unfavourably.  The impression was deepened when,
+after a short, dry laugh _a propos_ of nothing, she sniffed again--three
+times.
+
+"Well, you turned out to be right," said Mr. Boxer, shortly.
+
+"I gin'rally am," was the reply; "there's very few people can take me
+in."
+
+She sniffed again.
+
+"Were the natives kind to you?" inquired Mrs. Boxer, hastily, as she
+turned to her husband.
+
+"Very kind," said the latter.  "Ah! you ought to have seen that island.
+Beautiful yellow sands and palm-trees; cocoa-nuts to be 'ad for the
+picking, and nothing to do all day but lay about in the sun and swim in
+the sea."
+
+"Any public-'ouses there?" inquired Mrs. Gimpson.
+
+"Cert'nly not," said her son-in-law.  "This was an island--one o' the
+little islands in the South Pacific Ocean."
+
+"What did you say the name o' the schooner was?"  inquired Mrs. Gimpson.
+
+"_Pearl,_" replied Mr. Boxer, with the air of a resentful witness under
+cross-examination.
+
+"And what was the name o' the captin?"  said Mrs. Gimpson.
+
+"Thomas--Henery--Walter--Smith," said Mr. Boxer, with somewhat unpleasant
+emphasis.
+
+"An' the mate's name?"
+
+"John Brown," was the reply.
+
+"Common names," commented Mrs. Gimpson, "very common.  But I knew you'd
+come back all right--I never 'ad no alarm.  'He's safe and happy, my
+dear,' I says.  'He'll come back all in his own good time.'"
+
+"What d'you mean by that?" demanded the sensitive Mr. Boxer.  "I come
+back as soon as I could."
+
+"You know you were anxious, mother," interposed her daughter.  "Why, you
+insisted upon our going to see old Mr. Silver about it."
+
+"Ah!  but I wasn't uneasy or anxious afterwards," said Mrs. Gimpson,
+compressing her lips.
+
+"Who's old Mr. Silver, and what should he know about it?" inquired Mr.
+Boxer.
+
+"He's a fortune-teller," replied his wife.  "Reads the stars," said his
+mother-in-law.
+
+Mr. Boxer laughed--a good ringing laugh.  "What did he tell you?" he
+inquired.  "Nothing," said his wife, hastily.  "Ah!" said Mr. Boxer,
+waggishly, "that was wise of 'im.  Most of us could tell fortunes that
+way."
+
+"That's wrong," said Mrs. Gimpson to her daughter, sharply.  "Right's
+right any day, and truth's truth.  He said that he knew all about John
+and what he'd been doing, but he wouldn't tell us for fear of 'urting our
+feelings and making mischief."
+
+"Here, look 'ere," said Mr. Boxer, starting up; "I've 'ad about enough o'
+this.  Why don't you speak out what you mean?  I'll mischief 'im, the old
+humbug.  Old rascal."
+
+"Never mind, John," said his wife, laying her hand upon his arm.  "Here
+you are safe and sound, and as for old Mr. Silver, there's a lot o'
+people don't believe in him."
+
+"Ah! they don't want to," said Mrs. Gimpson, obstinately.  "But don't
+forget that he foretold my cough last winter."
+
+"Well, look 'ere," said Mr. Boxer, twisting his short, blunt nose into as
+near an imitation of a sneer as he could manage, "I've told you my story
+and I've got witnesses to prove it.  You can write to the master of the
+Marston Towers if you like, and other people besides.  Very well, then;
+let's go and see your precious old fortune-teller.  You needn't say who I
+am; say I'm a friend, and tell 'im never to mind about making mischief,
+but to say right out where I am and what I've been doing all this time.
+I have my 'opes it'll cure you of your superstitiousness."
+
+[Illustration: "'Well, look 'ere,' said Mr. Boxer, 'I've told you my
+story and I've got witnesses to prove it.'"]
+
+"We'll go round after we've shut up, mother," said Mrs. Boxer.  "We'll
+have a bit o' supper first and then start early."
+
+Mrs. Gimpson hesitated.  It is never pleasant to submit one's
+superstitions to the tests of the unbelieving, but after the attitude she
+had taken up she was extremely loath to allow her son-in-law a triumph.
+
+"Never mind, we'll say no more about it," she said, primly, "but I 'ave
+my own ideas."
+
+"I dessay," said Mr. Boxer; "but you're afraid for us to go to your old
+fortune-teller.  It would be too much of a show-up for 'im."
+
+"It's no good your trying to aggravate me, John Boxer, because you can't
+do it," said Mrs. Gimpson, in a voice trembling with passion.
+
+"O' course, if people like being deceived they must be," said Mr. Boxer;
+"we've all got to live, and if we'd all got our common sense fortune-
+tellers couldn't.  Does he tell fortunes by tea-leaves or by the colour
+of your eyes?"
+
+"Laugh away, John Boxer," said Mrs. Gimpson, icily; "but I shouldn't have
+been alive now if it hadn't ha' been for Mr. Silver's warnings."
+
+"Mother stayed in bed for the first ten days in July," explained Mrs.
+Boxer, "to avoid being bit by a mad dog."
+
+"Tchee--tchee--tchee," said the hapless Mr. Boxer, putting his hand over
+his mouth and making noble efforts to restrain himself; "tchee--tch
+
+"I s'pose you'd ha' laughed more if I 'ad been bit?"  said the glaring
+Mrs. Gimpson.
+
+"Well, who did the dog bite after all?"  inquired Mr. Boxer, recovering.
+
+"You don't understand," replied Mrs. Gimpson, pityingly; "me being safe
+up in bed and the door locked, there was no mad dog.  There was no use
+for it."
+
+"Well," said Mr. Boxer, "me and Mary's going round to see that old
+deceiver after supper, whether you come or not.  Mary shall tell 'im I'm
+a friend, and ask him to tell her everything about 'er husband.  Nobody
+knows me here, and Mary and me'll be affectionate like, and give 'im to
+understand we want to marry.  Then he won't mind making mischief."
+
+"You'd better leave well alone," said Mrs. Gimpson.
+
+Mr. Boxer shook his head.  "I was always one for a bit o' fun," he said,
+slowly.  "I want to see his face when he finds out who I am."
+
+Mrs. Gimpson made no reply; she was looking round for the market-basket,
+and having found it she left the reunited couple to keep house while she
+went out to obtain a supper which should, in her daughter's eyes, be
+worthy of the occasion.
+
+She went to the High Street first and made her purchases, and was on the
+way back again when, in response to a sudden impulse, as she passed the
+end of Crowner's Alley, she turned into that small by-way and knocked at
+the astrologer's door.
+
+A slow, dragging footstep was heard approaching in reply to the summons,
+and the astrologer, recognising his visitor as one of his most faithful
+and credulous clients, invited her to step inside.  Mrs. Gimpson
+complied, and, taking a chair, gazed at the venerable white beard and
+small, red-rimmed eyes of her host in some perplexity as to how to begin.
+
+"My daughter's coming round to see you presently," she said, at last.
+
+The astrologer nodded.
+
+"She--she wants to ask you about 'er husband," faltered' Mrs. Gimpson;
+"she's going to bring a friend with her--a man who doesn't believe in
+your knowledge.  He--he knows all about my daughter's husband, and he
+wants to see what you say you know about him."
+
+The old man put on a pair of huge horn spectacles and eyed her carefully.
+
+"You've got something on your mind," he said, at last; "you'd better tell
+me everything."
+
+Mrs. Gimpson shook her head.
+
+"There's some danger hanging over you," continued Mr. Silver, in a low,
+thrilling voice; "some danger in connection with your son-in-law.  There"
+he waved a lean, shrivelled hand backward and for-ward as though
+dispelling a fog, and peered into distance--"there is something forming
+over you.  You--or somebody--are hiding something from me."
+
+[Illustration: "There is something forming over you."]
+
+Mrs. Gimpson, aghast at such omniscience, sank backward in her chair.
+
+"Speak," said the old man, gently; "there is no reason why you should be
+sacrificed for others."
+
+Mrs. Gimpson was of the same opinion, and in some haste she reeled off
+the events of the evening.  She had a good memory, and no detail was
+lost.
+
+"Strange, strange," said the venerable Mr. Silver, when he had finished.
+"He is an ingenious man."
+
+"Isn't it true?"  inquired his listener.  "He says he can prove it.  And
+he is going to find out what you meant by saying you were afraid of
+making mischief."
+
+"He can prove some of it," said the old man, his eyes snapping
+spitefully.  "I can guarantee that."
+
+"But it wouldn't have made mischief if you had told us that," ventured
+Mrs. Gimpson.  "A man can't help being cast away."
+
+"True," said the astrologer, slowly; "true.  But let them come and
+question me; and whatever you do, for your own sake don't let a soul know
+that you have been here.  If you do, the danger to yourself will be so
+terrible that even I may be unable to help you."
+
+Mrs. Gimpson shivered, and more than ever impressed by his marvellous
+powers made her way slowly home, where she found the unconscious Mr.
+Boxer relating his adventures again with much gusto to a married couple
+from next door.
+
+"It's a wonder he's alive," said Mr. Jem Thompson, looking up as the old
+woman entered the room; "it sounds like a story-book.  Show us that cut
+on your head again, mate."
+
+The obliging Mr. Boxer complied.
+
+"We're going on with 'em after they've 'ad sup-per," continued Mr.
+Thompson, as he and his wife rose to depart.  "It'll be a fair treat to
+me to see old Silver bowled out."
+
+Mrs. Gimpson sniffed and eyed his retreating figure disparagingly; Mrs.
+Boxer, prompted by her husband, began to set the table for supper.
+
+It was a lengthy meal, owing principally to Mr. Boxer, but it was over at
+last, and after that gentleman had assisted in shutting up the shop they
+joined the Thompsons, who were waiting outside, and set off for Crowner's
+Alley.  The way was enlivened by Mr. Boxer, who had thrills of horror
+every ten yards at the idea of the supernatural things he was about to
+witness, and by Mr. Thompson, who, not to be outdone, persisted in
+standing stock-still at frequent intervals until he had received the
+assurances of his giggling better-half that he would not be made to
+vanish in a cloud of smoke.
+
+By the time they reached Mr. Silver's abode the party had regained its
+decorum, and, except for a tremendous shudder on the part of Mr. Boxer as
+his gaze fell on a couple of skulls which decorated the magician's table,
+their behaviour left nothing to be desired.  Mrs. Gimpson, in a few
+awkward words, announced the occasion of their visit.  Mr. Boxer she
+introduced as a friend of the family from London.
+
+"I will do what I can," said the old man, slowly, as his visitors seated
+themselves, "but I can only tell you what I see.  If I do not see all, or
+see clearly, it cannot be helped."
+
+Mr. Boxer winked at Mr. Thompson, and received an understanding pinch in
+return; Mrs. Thompson in a hot whisper told them to behave themselves.
+
+The mystic preparations were soon complete.  A little cloud of smoke,
+through which the fierce red eyes of the astrologer peered keenly at Mr.
+Boxer, rose from the table.  Then he poured various liquids into a small
+china bowl and, holding up his hand to command silence, gazed steadfastly
+into it.  "I see pictures," he announced, in a deep voice.  "The docks of
+a great city; London.  I see an ill-shaped man with a bent left leg
+standing on the deck of a ship."
+
+Mr. Thompson, his eyes wide open with surprise, jerked Mr. Boxer in the
+ribs, but Mr. Boxer, whose figure was a sore point with him, made no
+response.
+
+"The ship leaves the docks," continued Mr. Silver, still peering into the
+bowl.  "As she passes through the entrance her stern comes into view with
+the name painted on it.  The--the--the----"
+
+"Look agin, old chap," growled Mr. Boxer, in an undertone.
+
+"The North Star," said the astrologer.  "The ill-shaped man is still
+standing on the fore-part of the ship; I do not know his name or who he
+is.  He takes the portrait of a beautiful young woman from his pocket and
+gazes at it earnestly."
+
+Mrs. Boxer, who had no illusions on the subject of her personal
+appearance, sat up as though she had been stung; Mr. Thompson, who was
+about to nudge Mr. Boxer in the ribs again, thought better of it and
+assumed an air of uncompromising virtue.
+
+"The picture disappears," said Mr. Silver.  "Ah!  I see; I see.  A ship
+in a gale at sea.  It is the North Star; it is sinking.  The ill-shaped
+man sheds tears and loses his head.  I cannot discover the name of this
+man."
+
+Mr. Boxer, who had been several times on the point of interrupting,
+cleared his throat and endeavoured to look unconcerned.
+
+"The ship sinks," continued the astrologer, in thrilling tones.  "Ah!
+what is this?  a piece of wreck-age with a monkey clinging to it?  No,
+no-o.  The ill-shaped man again.  Dear me!"
+
+[Illustration: "Ah!  what is this?  a piece of wreckage with a monkey
+clinging to it?"]
+
+His listeners sat spellbound.  Only the laboured and intense breathing of
+Mr. Boxer broke the silence.
+
+"He is alone on the boundless sea," pursued the seer; "night falls.  Day
+breaks, and a canoe propelled by a slender and pretty but dusky maiden
+approaches the castaway.  She assists him into the canoe and his head
+sinks on her lap, as with vigorous strokes of her paddle she propels the
+canoe toward a small island fringed with palm trees."
+
+"Here, look 'ere--" began the overwrought Mr. Boxer.
+
+"H'sh, h'sh!"  ejaculated the keenly interested Mr. Thompson.  "W'y don't
+you keep quiet?"
+
+"The picture fades," continued the old man.  "I see another: a native
+wedding.  It is the dusky maiden and the man she rescued.  Ah! the
+wedding is interrupted; a young man, a native, breaks into the group.  He
+has a long knife in his hand.  He springs upon the ill-shaped man and
+wounds him in the head."
+
+Involuntarily Mr. Boxer's hand went up to his honourable scar, and the
+heads of the others swung round to gaze at it.  Mrs. Boxer's face was
+terrible in its expression, but Mrs. Gimpson's bore the look of sad and
+patient triumph of one who knew men and could not be surprised at
+anything they do.
+
+"The scene vanishes," resumed the monotonous voice, "and another one
+forms.  The same man stands on the deck of a small ship.  The name on
+the stern is the Peer--no, Paris--no, no, no, Pearl. It fades from the
+shore where the dusky maiden stands with hands stretched out
+imploringly.  The ill-shaped man smiles and takes the portrait of the
+young and beautiful girl from his pocket."
+
+"Look 'ere," said the infuriated Mr. Boxer, "I think we've 'ad about
+enough of this rubbish.  I have--more than enough."
+
+"I don't wonder at it," said his wife, trembling furiously.  "You can go
+if you like.  I'm going to stay and hear all that there is to hear."
+
+"You sit quiet," urged the intensely interested Mr. Thompson.  "He ain't
+said it's you.  There's more than one misshaped man in the world, I
+s'pose?"
+
+"I see an ocean liner," said the seer, who had appeared to be in a trance
+state during this colloquy.  "She is sailing for England from Australia.
+I see the name distinctly: the _Marston Towers_.  The same man is on
+board of her.  The ship arrives at London.  The scene closes; another one
+forms.  The ill-shaped man is sitting with a woman with a beautiful face
+--not the same as the photograph."
+
+"What they can see in him I can't think," muttered Mr. Thompson, in an
+envious whisper.  "He's a perfick terror, and to look at him----"
+
+"They sit hand in hand," continued the astrologer, raising his voice.
+"She smiles up at him and gently strokes his head; he----"
+
+A loud smack rang through the room and startled the entire company; Mrs.
+Boxer, unable to contain herself any longer, had, so far from profiting
+by the example, gone to the other extreme and slapped her husband's head
+with hearty good-will.  Mr. Boxer sprang raging to his feet, and in the
+confusion which ensued the fortune-teller, to the great regret of Mr.
+Thompson, upset the contents of the magic bowl.
+
+"I can see no more," he said, sinking hastily into his chair behind the
+table as Mr. Boxer advanced upon him.
+
+Mrs. Gimpson pushed her son-in-law aside, and laying a modest fee upon
+the table took her daughter's arm and led her out.  The Thompsons
+followed, and Mr. Boxer, after an irresolute glance in the direction of
+the ingenuous Mr. Silver, made his way after them and fell into the rear.
+The people in front walked on for some time in silence, and then the
+voice of the greatly impressed Mrs. Thompson was heard, to the effect
+that if there were only more fortune-tellers in the world there would be
+a lot more better men.
+
+Mr. Boxer trotted up to his wife's side.  "Look here, Mary," he began.
+
+"Don't you speak to me," said his wife, drawing closer to her mother,
+"because I won't answer you."
+
+Mr. Boxer laughed, bitterly.  "This is a nice home-coming," he remarked.
+
+He fell to the rear again and walked along raging, his temper by no means
+being improved by observing that Mrs. Thompson, doubtless with a firm
+belief in the saying that "Evil communications corrupt good manners,"
+kept a tight hold of her husband's arm.  His position as an outcast was
+clearly defined, and he ground his teeth with rage as he observed the
+virtuous uprightness of Mrs. Gimpson's back.  By the time they reached
+home he was in a spirit of mad recklessness far in advance of the
+character given him by the astrologer.
+
+His wife gazed at him with a look of such strong interrogation as he was
+about to follow her into the house that he paused with his foot on the
+step and eyed her dumbly.
+
+"Have you left anything inside that you want?" she inquired.
+
+[Illustration: "'Have you left anything inside that you want?' she
+inquired."]
+
+Mr. Boxer shook his head.  "I only wanted to come in and make a clean
+breast of it," he said, in a curious voice; "then I'll go."
+
+Mrs. Gimpson stood aside to let him pass, and Mr. Thompson, not to be
+denied, followed close behind with his faintly protesting wife.  They sat
+down in a row against the wall, and Mr. Boxer, sitting opposite in a
+hang-dog fashion, eyed them with scornful wrath.
+
+"Well?"  said Mrs. Boxer, at last.
+
+"All that he said was quite true," said her husband, defiantly.  "The
+only thing is, he didn't tell the arf of it.  Altogether, I married three
+dusky maidens."
+
+Everybody but Mr. Thompson shuddered with horror.
+
+"Then I married a white girl in Australia," pursued Mr. Boxer, musingly.
+"I wonder old Silver didn't see that in the bowl; not arf a fortune-
+teller, I call 'im."
+
+"What they see in 'im!" whispered the astounded Mr. Thompson to his wife.
+
+"And did you marry the beautiful girl in the photograph?" demanded Mrs.
+Boxer, in trembling accents.
+
+"I did," said her husband.
+
+"Hussy," cried Mrs. Boxer.
+
+"I married her," said Mr. Boxer, considering--"I married her at
+Camberwell, in eighteen ninety-three."
+
+"Eighteen ninety-three!" said his wife, in a startled voice.  "But you
+couldn't.  Why, you didn't marry me till eighteen ninety-four."
+
+"What's that got to do with it?" inquired the monster, calmly.
+
+Mrs. Boxer, pale as ashes, rose from her seat and stood gazing at him
+with horror-struck eyes, trying in vain to speak.
+
+"You villain!" cried Mrs. Gimpson, violently.  "I always distrusted you."
+
+[Illustration: "'You villain!' cried Mrs. Gimpson, violently.  'I always
+distrusted you.'"]
+
+"I know you did," said Mr. Boxer, calmly.  "You've been committing
+bigamy," cried Mrs. Gimpson.
+
+"Over and over agin," assented Mr. Boxer, cheerfully.  "It's got to be a
+'obby with me."
+
+"Was the first wife alive when you married my daughter?" demanded Mrs.
+Gimpson.
+
+"Alive?" said Mr. Boxer.  "O' course she was.  She's alive now--bless
+her."
+
+He leaned back in his chair and regarded with intense satisfaction the
+horrified faces of the group in front.
+
+"You--you'll go to jail for this," cried Mrs. Gimpson, breathlessly.
+"What is your first wife's address?"
+
+"I decline to answer that question," said her son-in-law.
+
+"What is your first wife's address?"  repeated Mrs. Gimpson.
+
+"Ask the fortune-teller," said Mr. Boxer, with an aggravating smile.
+"And then get 'im up in the box as a witness, little bowl and all.  He
+can tell you more than I can."
+
+"I demand to know her name and address," cried Mrs. Gimpson, putting a
+bony arm around the waist of the trembling Mrs. Boxer.
+
+"I decline to give it," said Mr. Boxer, with great relish.  "It ain't
+likely I'm going to give myself away like that; besides, it's agin the
+law for a man to criminate himself.  You go on and start your bigamy
+case, and call old red-eyes as a witness."
+
+Mrs. Gimpson gazed at him in speechless wrath and then stooping down
+conversed in excited whispers with Mrs. Thompson.  Mrs. Boxer crossed
+over to her husband.
+
+"Oh, John," she wailed, "say it isn't true, say it isn't true."
+
+Mr. Boxer hesitated.  "What's the good o' me saying anything?"  he said,
+doggedly.
+
+"It isn't true," persisted his wife.  "Say it isn't true."
+
+"What I told you when I first came in this evening was quite true," said
+her husband, slowly.  "And what I've just told you is as true as what
+that lying old fortune-teller told you.  You can please yourself what you
+believe."
+
+"I believe you, John," said his wife, humbly.
+
+Mr. Boxer's countenance cleared and he drew her on to his knee.
+
+"That's right," he said, cheerfully.  "So long as you believe in me I
+don't care what other people think.  And before I'm much older I'll find
+out how that old rascal got to know the names of the ships I was aboard.
+Seems to me somebody's been talking."
+
+
+
+
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Castaway, by W.W. Jacobs
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+Title: The Castaway
+       Odd Craft, Part 2.
+
+Author: W.W. Jacobs
+
+Release Date: April 29, 2004 [EBook #12202]
+
+Language: English
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE CASTAWAY ***
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+
+Produced by David Widger
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+</pre>
+
+
+
+<br><br>
+<center>
+<img alt="title (42K)" src="title.jpg" height="658" width="479" />
+</center>
+<br><br>
+<br /><br />
+<h2>
+    1909
+</h2>
+
+<center>
+<h3>PART 2.</h3>
+</center>
+
+<br /><br />
+<hr>
+<br /><br />
+
+
+<h2>List of Illustrations</h2>
+
+
+
+
+
+<p class="toc"><a href="#image-6">
+"Mrs. John Boxer Stood at the Door of The Shop With Her
+Hands Clasped on Her Apron."
+</a></p>
+<p class="toc"><a href="#image-7">
+"'Well, Look 'ere,' Said Mr. Boxer, 'i've Told You My
+Story and I've Got Witnesses to Prove It.'"
+</a></p>
+<p class="toc"><a href="#image-8">
+"There is Something Forming over You."
+</a></p>
+<p class="toc"><a href="#image-9">
+"Ah!  What is This?  a Piece of Wreckage With A Monkey
+Clinging to It?"
+</a></p>
+<p class="toc"><a href="#image-10">
+"'Have You Left Anything Inside That You Want?' She
+Inquired."
+</a></p>
+<p class="toc"><a href="#image-11">
+"'You Villain!' Cried Mrs. Gimpson, Violently.  'i Always
+Distrusted You.'"
+</a></p>
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+<br /><br />
+<hr>
+<br /><br />
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+<a name="2H_4_2"><!-- H2 anchor --></a>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<h2>
+    THE CASTAWAY
+</h2>
+<p>
+    Mrs. John Boxer stood at the door of the shop with her hands clasped on
+    her apron.  The short day had drawn to a close, and the lamps in the
+    narrow little thorough-fares of Shinglesea were already lit.  For a time
+    she stood listening to the regular beat of the sea on the beach some
+    half-mile distant, and then with a slight shiver stepped back into the
+    shop and closed the door.
+</p>
+<a name="image-6"><!--IMG--></a>
+<center>
+<img src="006.jpg" height="476" width="564"
+alt="'mrs. John Boxer Stood at the Door of The Shop With Her
+Hands Clasped on Her Apron.'
+">
+</center>
+<!--IMAGE END-->
+<p>
+    The little shop with its wide-mouthed bottles of sweets was one of her
+    earliest memories.  Until her marriage she had known no other home, and
+    when her husband was lost with the <i>North Star</i> some three years before,
+    she gave up her home in Poplar and returned to assist her mother in the
+    little shop.
+</p>
+<p>
+    In a restless mood she took up a piece of needle-work, and a minute or
+    two later put it down again.  A glance through the glass of the door
+    leading into the small parlour revealed Mrs. Gimpson, with a red shawl
+    round her shoulders, asleep in her easy-chair.
+</p>
+<p>
+    Mrs. Boxer turned at the clang of the shop bell, and then, with a wild
+    cry, stood gazing at the figure of a man standing in the door-way.  He
+    was short and bearded, with oddly shaped shoulders, and a left leg which
+    was not a match; but the next moment Mrs. Boxer was in his arms sobbing
+    and laughing together.
+</p>
+<p>
+    Mrs. Gimpson, whose nerves were still quivering owing to the suddenness
+    with which she had been awakened, came into the shop; Mr. Boxer freed an
+    arm, and placing it round her waist kissed her with some affection on the
+    chin.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "He's come back!"  cried Mrs. Boxer, hysterically.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Thank goodness," said Mrs. Gimpson, after a moment's deliberation.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "He's alive!"  cried Mrs. Boxer.  "He's alive !"
+</p>
+<p>
+    She half-dragged and half-led him into the small parlour, and thrusting
+    him into the easy-chair lately vacated by Mrs. Gimpson seated herself
+    upon his knee, regardless in her excitement that the rightful owner was
+    with elaborate care selecting the most uncomfortable chair in the room.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Fancy his coming back!" said Mrs. Boxer, wiping her eyes.  "How did you
+    escape, John?  Where have you been?  Tell us all about it."
+</p>
+<p>
+    Mr. Boxer sighed.  "It 'ud be a long story if I had the gift of telling
+    of it," he said, slowly, "but I'll cut it short for the present.  When
+    the <i>North Star</i> went down in the South Pacific most o' the hands got
+    away in the boats, but I was too late.  I got this crack on the head with
+    something falling on it from aloft.  Look here."
+</p>
+<p>
+    He bent his head, and Mrs. Boxer, separating the stubble with her
+    fingers, uttered an exclamation of pity and alarm at the extent of the
+    scar; Mrs. Gimpson, craning forward, uttered a sound which might mean
+    anything&mdash;even pity.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "When I come to my senses," continued Mr. Boxer, "the ship was sinking,
+    and I just got to my feet when she went down and took me with her.  How I
+    escaped I don't know.  I seemed to be choking and fighting for my breath
+    for years, and then I found myself floating on the sea and clinging to a
+    grating.  I clung to it all night, and next day I was picked up by a
+    native who was paddling about in a canoe, and taken ashore to an island,
+    where I lived for over two years.  It was right out o' the way o' craft,
+    but at last I was picked up by a trading schooner named the <i>Pearl,</i>
+    belonging to Sydney, and taken there.  At Sydney I shipped aboard the
+    <i>Marston Towers,</i> a steamer, and landed at the Albert Docks this
+    morning."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Poor John," said his wife, holding on to his arm.  "How you must have
+    suffered!"
+</p>
+<p>
+    "I did," said Mr. Boxer.  "Mother got a cold?"  he inquired, eying that
+    lady.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "No, I ain't," said Mrs. Gimpson, answering for herself.  "Why didn't you
+    write when you got to Sydney?"
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Didn't know where to write to," replied Mr. Boxer, staring.  "I didn't
+    know where Mary had gone to."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "You might ha' wrote here," said Mrs. Gimpson.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Didn't think of it at the time," said Mr. Boxer.  "One thing is, I was
+    very busy at Sydney, looking for a ship.  However, I'm 'ere now."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "I always felt you'd turn up some day," said Mrs. Gimpson.  "I felt
+    certain of it in my own mind.  Mary made sure you was dead, but I said
+    'no, I knew better.'"
+</p>
+<p>
+    There was something in Mrs. Gimpson's manner of saying this that
+    impressed her listeners unfavourably.  The impression was deepened when,
+    after a short, dry laugh <i>a propos</i> of nothing, she sniffed again&mdash;three
+    times.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Well, you turned out to be right," said Mr. Boxer, shortly.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "I gin'rally am," was the reply; "there's very few people can take me
+    in."
+</p>
+<p>
+    She sniffed again.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Were the natives kind to you?" inquired Mrs. Boxer, hastily, as she
+    turned to her husband.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Very kind," said the latter.  "Ah! you ought to have seen that island.
+    Beautiful yellow sands and palm-trees; cocoa-nuts to be 'ad for the
+    picking, and nothing to do all day but lay about in the sun and swim in
+    the sea."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Any public-'ouses there?" inquired Mrs. Gimpson.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Cert'nly not," said her son-in-law.  "This was an island&mdash;one o' the
+    little islands in the South Pacific Ocean."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "What did you say the name o' the schooner was?"  inquired Mrs. Gimpson.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "<i>Pearl,</i>" replied Mr. Boxer, with the air of a resentful witness under
+    cross-examination.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "And what was the name o' the captin?"  said Mrs. Gimpson.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Thomas&mdash;Henery&mdash;Walter&mdash;Smith," said Mr. Boxer, with somewhat unpleasant
+    emphasis.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "An' the mate's name?"
+</p>
+<p>
+    "John Brown," was the reply.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Common names," commented Mrs. Gimpson, "very common.  But I knew you'd
+    come back all right&mdash;I never 'ad no alarm.  'He's safe and happy, my
+    dear,' I says.  'He'll come back all in his own good time.'"
+</p>
+<p>
+    "What d'you mean by that?" demanded the sensitive Mr. Boxer.  "I come
+    back as soon as I could."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "You know you were anxious, mother," interposed her daughter.  "Why, you
+    insisted upon our going to see old Mr. Silver about it."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Ah!  but I wasn't uneasy or anxious afterwards," said Mrs. Gimpson,
+    compressing her lips.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Who's old Mr. Silver, and what should he know about it?" inquired Mr.
+    Boxer.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "He's a fortune-teller," replied his wife.  "Reads the stars," said his
+    mother-in-law.
+</p>
+<p>
+    Mr. Boxer laughed&mdash;a good ringing laugh.  "What did he tell you?" he
+    inquired.  "Nothing," said his wife, hastily.  "Ah!" said Mr. Boxer,
+    waggishly, "that was wise of 'im.  Most of us could tell fortunes that
+    way."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "That's wrong," said Mrs. Gimpson to her daughter, sharply.  "Right's
+    right any day, and truth's truth.  He said that he knew all about John
+    and what he'd been doing, but he wouldn't tell us for fear of 'urting our
+    feelings and making mischief."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Here, look 'ere," said Mr. Boxer, starting up; "I've 'ad about enough o'
+    this.  Why don't you speak out what you mean?  I'll mischief 'im, the old
+    humbug.  Old rascal."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Never mind, John," said his wife, laying her hand upon his arm.  "Here
+    you are safe and sound, and as for old Mr. Silver, there's a lot o'
+    people don't believe in him."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Ah! they don't want to," said Mrs. Gimpson, obstinately.  "But don't
+    forget that he foretold my cough last winter."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Well, look 'ere," said Mr. Boxer, twisting his short, blunt nose into as
+    near an imitation of a sneer as he could manage, "I've told you my story
+    and I've got witnesses to prove it.  You can write to the master of the
+    Marston Towers if you like, and other people besides.  Very well, then;
+    let's go and see your precious old fortune-teller.  You needn't say who I
+    am; say I'm a friend, and tell 'im never to mind about making mischief,
+    but to say right out where I am and what I've been doing all this time.
+    I have my 'opes it'll cure you of your superstitiousness."
+</p>
+<a name="image-7"><!--IMG--></a>
+<center>
+<img src="007.jpg" height="519" width="513"
+alt="''well, Look 'ere,' Said Mr. Boxer, 'i've Told You My
+Story and I've Got Witnesses to Prove It.''
+">
+</center>
+<!--IMAGE END-->
+<p>
+    "We'll go round after we've shut up, mother," said Mrs. Boxer.  "We'll
+    have a bit o' supper first and then start early."
+</p>
+<p>
+    Mrs. Gimpson hesitated.  It is never pleasant to submit one's
+    superstitions to the tests of the unbelieving, but after the attitude she
+    had taken up she was extremely loath to allow her son-in-law a triumph.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Never mind, we'll say no more about it," she said, primly, "but I 'ave
+    my own ideas."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "I dessay," said Mr. Boxer; "but you're afraid for us to go to your old
+    fortune-teller.  It would be too much of a show-up for 'im."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "It's no good your trying to aggravate me, John Boxer, because you can't
+    do it," said Mrs. Gimpson, in a voice trembling with passion.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "O' course, if people like being deceived they must be," said Mr. Boxer;
+    "we've all got to live, and if we'd all got our common sense fortune-
+    tellers couldn't.  Does he tell fortunes by tea-leaves or by the colour
+    of your eyes?"
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Laugh away, John Boxer," said Mrs. Gimpson, icily; "but I shouldn't have
+    been alive now if it hadn't ha' been for Mr. Silver's warnings."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Mother stayed in bed for the first ten days in July," explained Mrs.
+    Boxer, "to avoid being bit by a mad dog."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Tchee&mdash;tchee&mdash;tchee," said the hapless Mr. Boxer, putting his hand over
+    his mouth and making noble efforts to restrain himself; "tchee&mdash;tch
+</p>
+<p>
+    "I s'pose you'd ha' laughed more if I 'ad been bit?"  said the glaring
+    Mrs. Gimpson.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Well, who did the dog bite after all?"  inquired Mr. Boxer, recovering.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "You don't understand," replied Mrs. Gimpson, pityingly; "me being safe
+    up in bed and the door locked, there was no mad dog.  There was no use
+    for it."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Well," said Mr. Boxer, "me and Mary's going round to see that old
+    deceiver after supper, whether you come or not.  Mary shall tell 'im I'm
+    a friend, and ask him to tell her everything about 'er husband.  Nobody
+    knows me here, and Mary and me'll be affectionate like, and give 'im to
+    understand we want to marry.  Then he won't mind making mischief."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "You'd better leave well alone," said Mrs. Gimpson.
+</p>
+<p>
+    Mr. Boxer shook his head.  "I was always one for a bit o' fun," he said,
+    slowly.  "I want to see his face when he finds out who I am."
+</p>
+<p>
+    Mrs. Gimpson made no reply; she was looking round for the market-basket,
+    and having found it she left the reunited couple to keep house while she
+    went out to obtain a supper which should, in her daughter's eyes, be
+    worthy of the occasion.
+</p>
+<p>
+    She went to the High Street first and made her purchases, and was on the
+    way back again when, in response to a sudden impulse, as she passed the
+    end of Crowner's Alley, she turned into that small by-way and knocked at
+    the astrologer's door.
+</p>
+<p>
+    A slow, dragging footstep was heard approaching in reply to the summons,
+    and the astrologer, recognising his visitor as one of his most faithful
+    and credulous clients, invited her to step inside.  Mrs. Gimpson
+    complied, and, taking a chair, gazed at the venerable white beard and
+    small, red-rimmed eyes of her host in some perplexity as to how to begin.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "My daughter's coming round to see you presently," she said, at last.
+</p>
+<p>
+    The astrologer nodded.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "She&mdash;she wants to ask you about 'er husband," faltered' Mrs. Gimpson;
+    "she's going to bring a friend with her&mdash;a man who doesn't believe in
+    your knowledge.  He&mdash;he knows all about my daughter's husband, and he
+    wants to see what you say you know about him."
+</p>
+<p>
+    The old man put on a pair of huge horn spectacles and eyed her carefully.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "You've got something on your mind," he said, at last; "you'd better tell
+    me everything."
+</p>
+<p>
+    Mrs. Gimpson shook her head.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "There's some danger hanging over you," continued Mr. Silver, in a low,
+    thrilling voice; "some danger in connection with your son-in-law.  There"
+    he waved a lean, shrivelled hand backward and for-ward as though
+    dispelling a fog, and peered into distance&mdash;"there is something forming
+    over you.  You&mdash;or somebody&mdash;are hiding something from me."
+</p>
+<a name="image-8"><!--IMG--></a>
+<center>
+<img src="008.jpg" height="695" width="544"
+alt="'there is Something Forming over You.'
+">
+</center>
+<!--IMAGE END-->
+<p>
+    Mrs. Gimpson, aghast at such omniscience, sank backward in her chair.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Speak," said the old man, gently; "there is no reason why you should be
+    sacrificed for others."
+</p>
+<p>
+    Mrs. Gimpson was of the same opinion, and in some haste she reeled off
+    the events of the evening.  She had a good memory, and no detail was
+    lost.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Strange, strange," said the venerable Mr. Silver, when he had finished.
+    "He is an ingenious man."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Isn't it true?"  inquired his listener.  "He says he can prove it.  And
+    he is going to find out what you meant by saying you were afraid of
+    making mischief."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "He can prove some of it," said the old man, his eyes snapping
+    spitefully.  "I can guarantee that."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "But it wouldn't have made mischief if you had told us that," ventured
+    Mrs. Gimpson.  "A man can't help being cast away."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "True," said the astrologer, slowly; "true.  But let them come and
+    question me; and whatever you do, for your own sake don't let a soul know
+    that you have been here.  If you do, the danger to yourself will be so
+    terrible that even I may be unable to help you."
+</p>
+<p>
+    Mrs. Gimpson shivered, and more than ever impressed by his marvellous
+    powers made her way slowly home, where she found the unconscious Mr.
+    Boxer relating his adventures again with much gusto to a married couple
+    from next door.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "It's a wonder he's alive," said Mr. Jem Thompson, looking up as the old
+    woman entered the room; "it sounds like a story-book.  Show us that cut
+    on your head again, mate."
+</p>
+<p>
+    The obliging Mr. Boxer complied.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "We're going on with 'em after they've 'ad sup-per," continued Mr.
+    Thompson, as he and his wife rose to depart.  "It'll be a fair treat to
+    me to see old Silver bowled out."
+</p>
+<p>
+    Mrs. Gimpson sniffed and eyed his retreating figure disparagingly; Mrs.
+    Boxer, prompted by her husband, began to set the table for supper.
+</p>
+<p>
+    It was a lengthy meal, owing principally to Mr. Boxer, but it was over at
+    last, and after that gentleman had assisted in shutting up the shop they
+    joined the Thompsons, who were waiting outside, and set off for Crowner's
+    Alley.  The way was enlivened by Mr. Boxer, who had thrills of horror
+    every ten yards at the idea of the supernatural things he was about to
+    witness, and by Mr. Thompson, who, not to be outdone, persisted in
+    standing stock-still at frequent intervals until he had received the
+    assurances of his giggling better-half that he would not be made to
+    vanish in a cloud of smoke.
+</p>
+<p>
+    By the time they reached Mr. Silver's abode the party had regained its
+    decorum, and, except for a tremendous shudder on the part of Mr. Boxer as
+    his gaze fell on a couple of skulls which decorated the magician's table,
+    their behaviour left nothing to be desired.  Mrs. Gimpson, in a few
+    awkward words, announced the occasion of their visit.  Mr. Boxer she
+    introduced as a friend of the family from London.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "I will do what I can," said the old man, slowly, as his visitors seated
+    themselves, "but I can only tell you what I see.  If I do not see all, or
+    see clearly, it cannot be helped."
+</p>
+<p>
+    Mr. Boxer winked at Mr. Thompson, and received an understanding pinch in
+    return; Mrs. Thompson in a hot whisper told them to behave themselves.
+</p>
+<p>
+    The mystic preparations were soon complete.  A little cloud of smoke,
+    through which the fierce red eyes of the astrologer peered keenly at Mr.
+    Boxer, rose from the table.  Then he poured various liquids into a small
+    china bowl and, holding up his hand to command silence, gazed steadfastly
+    into it.  "I see pictures," he announced, in a deep voice.  "The docks of
+    a great city; London.  I see an ill-shaped man with a bent left leg
+    standing on the deck of a ship."
+</p>
+<p>
+    Mr. Thompson, his eyes wide open with surprise, jerked Mr. Boxer in the
+    ribs, but Mr. Boxer, whose figure was a sore point with him, made no
+    response.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "The ship leaves the docks," continued Mr. Silver, still peering into the
+    bowl.  "As she passes through the entrance her stern comes into view with
+    the name painted on it.  The&mdash;the&mdash;the&mdash;&mdash;"
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Look agin, old chap," growled Mr. Boxer, in an undertone.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "The North Star," said the astrologer.  "The ill-shaped man is still
+    standing on the fore-part of the ship; I do not know his name or who he
+    is.  He takes the portrait of a beautiful young woman from his pocket and
+    gazes at it earnestly."
+</p>
+<p>
+    Mrs. Boxer, who had no illusions on the subject of her personal
+    appearance, sat up as though she had been stung; Mr. Thompson, who was
+    about to nudge Mr. Boxer in the ribs again, thought better of it and
+    assumed an air of uncompromising virtue.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "The picture disappears," said Mr. Silver.  "Ah!  I see; I see.  A ship
+    in a gale at sea.  It is the North Star; it is sinking.  The ill-shaped
+    man sheds tears and loses his head.  I cannot discover the name of this
+    man."
+</p>
+<p>
+    Mr. Boxer, who had been several times on the point of interrupting,
+    cleared his throat and endeavoured to look unconcerned.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "The ship sinks," continued the astrologer, in thrilling tones.  "Ah!
+    what is this?  a piece of wreck-age with a monkey clinging to it?  No,
+    no-o.  The ill-shaped man again.  Dear me!"
+</p>
+<a name="image-9"><!--IMG--></a>
+<center>
+<img src="009.jpg" height="618" width="556"
+alt="'ah!  What is This?  a Piece of Wreckage With A Monkey
+Clinging to It?'
+">
+</center>
+<!--IMAGE END-->
+<p>
+    His listeners sat spellbound.  Only the laboured and intense breathing of
+    Mr. Boxer broke the silence.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "He is alone on the boundless sea," pursued the seer; "night falls.  Day
+    breaks, and a canoe propelled by a slender and pretty but dusky maiden
+    approaches the castaway.  She assists him into the canoe and his head
+    sinks on her lap, as with vigorous strokes of her paddle she propels the
+    canoe toward a small island fringed with palm trees."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Here, look 'ere&mdash;" began the overwrought Mr. Boxer.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "H'sh, h'sh!"  ejaculated the keenly interested Mr. Thompson.  "W'y don't
+    you keep quiet?"
+</p>
+<p>
+    "The picture fades," continued the old man.  "I see another: a native
+    wedding.  It is the dusky maiden and the man she rescued.  Ah! the
+    wedding is interrupted; a young man, a native, breaks into the group.  He
+    has a long knife in his hand.  He springs upon the ill-shaped man and
+    wounds him in the head."
+</p>
+<p>
+    Involuntarily Mr. Boxer's hand went up to his honourable scar, and the
+    heads of the others swung round to gaze at it.  Mrs. Boxer's face was
+    terrible in its expression, but Mrs. Gimpson's bore the look of sad and
+    patient triumph of one who knew men and could not be surprised at
+    anything they do.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "The scene vanishes," resumed the monotonous voice, "and another one
+    forms.  The same man stands on the deck of a small ship.  The name on
+    the stern is the Peer&mdash;no, Paris&mdash;no, no, no, Pearl. It fades from the
+    shore where the dusky maiden stands with hands stretched out
+    imploringly.  The ill-shaped man smiles and takes the portrait of the
+    young and beautiful girl from his pocket."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Look 'ere," said the infuriated Mr. Boxer, "I think we've 'ad about
+    enough of this rubbish.  I have&mdash;more than enough."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "I don't wonder at it," said his wife, trembling furiously.  "You can go
+    if you like.  I'm going to stay and hear all that there is to hear."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "You sit quiet," urged the intensely interested Mr. Thompson.  "He ain't
+    said it's you.  There's more than one misshaped man in the world, I
+    s'pose?"
+</p>
+<p>
+    "I see an ocean liner," said the seer, who had appeared to be in a trance
+    state during this colloquy.  "She is sailing for England from Australia.
+    I see the name distinctly: the <i>Marston Towers</i>.  The same man is on
+    board of her.  The ship arrives at London.  The scene closes; another one
+    forms.  The ill-shaped man is sitting with a woman with a beautiful face
+    &mdash;not the same as the photograph."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "What they can see in him I can't think," muttered Mr. Thompson, in an
+    envious whisper.  "He's a perfick terror, and to look at him&mdash;&mdash;"
+</p>
+<p>
+    "They sit hand in hand," continued the astrologer, raising his voice.
+    "She smiles up at him and gently strokes his head; he&mdash;&mdash;"
+</p>
+<p>
+    A loud smack rang through the room and startled the entire company; Mrs.
+    Boxer, unable to contain herself any longer, had, so far from profiting
+    by the example, gone to the other extreme and slapped her husband's head
+    with hearty good-will.  Mr. Boxer sprang raging to his feet, and in the
+    confusion which ensued the fortune-teller, to the great regret of Mr.
+    Thompson, upset the contents of the magic bowl.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "I can see no more," he said, sinking hastily into his chair behind the
+    table as Mr. Boxer advanced upon him.
+</p>
+<p>
+    Mrs. Gimpson pushed her son-in-law aside, and laying a modest fee upon
+    the table took her daughter's arm and led her out.  The Thompsons
+    followed, and Mr. Boxer, after an irresolute glance in the direction of
+    the ingenuous Mr. Silver, made his way after them and fell into the rear.
+    The people in front walked on for some time in silence, and then the
+    voice of the greatly impressed Mrs. Thompson was heard, to the effect
+    that if there were only more fortune-tellers in the world there would be
+    a lot more better men.
+</p>
+<p>
+    Mr. Boxer trotted up to his wife's side.  "Look here, Mary," he began.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Don't you speak to me," said his wife, drawing closer to her mother,
+    "because I won't answer you."
+</p>
+<p>
+    Mr. Boxer laughed, bitterly.  "This is a nice home-coming," he remarked.
+</p>
+<p>
+    He fell to the rear again and walked along raging, his temper by no means
+    being improved by observing that Mrs. Thompson, doubtless with a firm
+    belief in the saying that "Evil communications corrupt good manners,"
+    kept a tight hold of her husband's arm.  His position as an outcast was
+    clearly defined, and he ground his teeth with rage as he observed the
+    virtuous uprightness of Mrs. Gimpson's back.  By the time they reached
+    home he was in a spirit of mad recklessness far in advance of the
+    character given him by the astrologer.
+</p>
+<p>
+    His wife gazed at him with a look of such strong interrogation as he was
+    about to follow her into the house that he paused with his foot on the
+    step and eyed her dumbly.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Have you left anything inside that you want?" she inquired.
+</p>
+<a name="image-10"><!--IMG--></a>
+<center>
+<img src="010.jpg" height="641" width="488"
+alt="''have You Left Anything Inside That You Want?' She
+Inquired.'
+">
+</center>
+<!--IMAGE END-->
+<p>
+    Mr. Boxer shook his head.  "I only wanted to come in and make a clean
+    breast of it," he said, in a curious voice; "then I'll go."
+</p>
+<p>
+    Mrs. Gimpson stood aside to let him pass, and Mr. Thompson, not to be
+    denied, followed close behind with his faintly protesting wife.  They sat
+    down in a row against the wall, and Mr. Boxer, sitting opposite in a
+    hang-dog fashion, eyed them with scornful wrath.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Well?"  said Mrs. Boxer, at last.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "All that he said was quite true," said her husband, defiantly.  "The
+    only thing is, he didn't tell the arf of it.  Altogether, I married three
+    dusky maidens."
+</p>
+<p>
+    Everybody but Mr. Thompson shuddered with horror.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Then I married a white girl in Australia," pursued Mr. Boxer, musingly.
+    "I wonder old Silver didn't see that in the bowl; not arf a fortune-
+    teller, I call 'im."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "What they see in 'im!" whispered the astounded Mr. Thompson to his wife.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "And did you marry the beautiful girl in the photograph?" demanded Mrs.
+    Boxer, in trembling accents.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "I did," said her husband.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Hussy," cried Mrs. Boxer.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "I married her," said Mr. Boxer, considering&mdash;"I married her at
+    Camberwell, in eighteen ninety-three."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Eighteen ninety-three!" said his wife, in a startled voice.  "But you
+    couldn't.  Why, you didn't marry me till eighteen ninety-four."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "What's that got to do with it?" inquired the monster, calmly.
+</p>
+<p>
+    Mrs. Boxer, pale as ashes, rose from her seat and stood gazing at him
+    with horror-struck eyes, trying in vain to speak.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "You villain!" cried Mrs. Gimpson, violently.  "I always distrusted you."
+</p>
+<a name="image-11"><!--IMG--></a>
+<center>
+<img src="011.jpg" height="520" width="515"
+alt="''you Villain!' Cried Mrs. Gimpson, Violently.  'i Always
+Distrusted You.''
+">
+</center>
+<!--IMAGE END-->
+<p>
+    "I know you did," said Mr. Boxer, calmly.  "You've been committing
+    bigamy," cried Mrs. Gimpson.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Over and over agin," assented Mr. Boxer, cheerfully.  "It's got to be a
+    'obby with me."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Was the first wife alive when you married my daughter?" demanded Mrs.
+    Gimpson.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Alive?" said Mr. Boxer.  "O' course she was.  She's alive now&mdash;bless
+    her."
+</p>
+<p>
+    He leaned back in his chair and regarded with intense satisfaction the
+    horrified faces of the group in front.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "You&mdash;you'll go to jail for this," cried Mrs. Gimpson, breathlessly.
+    "What is your first wife's address?"
+</p>
+<p>
+    "I decline to answer that question," said her son-in-law.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "What is your first wife's address?"  repeated Mrs. Gimpson.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Ask the fortune-teller," said Mr. Boxer, with an aggravating smile.
+    "And then get 'im up in the box as a witness, little bowl and all.  He
+    can tell you more than I can."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "I demand to know her name and address," cried Mrs. Gimpson, putting a
+    bony arm around the waist of the trembling Mrs. Boxer.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "I decline to give it," said Mr. Boxer, with great relish.  "It ain't
+    likely I'm going to give myself away like that; besides, it's agin the
+    law for a man to criminate himself.  You go on and start your bigamy
+    case, and call old red-eyes as a witness."
+</p>
+<p>
+    Mrs. Gimpson gazed at him in speechless wrath and then stooping down
+    conversed in excited whispers with Mrs. Thompson.  Mrs. Boxer crossed
+    over to her husband.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "Oh, John," she wailed, "say it isn't true, say it isn't true."
+</p>
+<p>
+    Mr. Boxer hesitated.  "What's the good o' me saying anything?"  he said,
+    doggedly.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "It isn't true," persisted his wife.  "Say it isn't true."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "What I told you when I first came in this evening was quite true," said
+    her husband, slowly.  "And what I've just told you is as true as what
+    that lying old fortune-teller told you.  You can please yourself what you
+    believe."
+</p>
+<p>
+    "I believe you, John," said his wife, humbly.
+</p>
+<p>
+    Mr. Boxer's countenance cleared and he drew her on to his knee.
+</p>
+<p>
+    "That's right," he said, cheerfully.  "So long as you believe in me I
+    don't care what other people think.  And before I'm much older I'll find
+    out how that old rascal got to know the names of the ships I was aboard.
+    Seems to me somebody's been talking."
+</p>
+
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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of The Castaway, by W.W. Jacobs
+
+This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with
+almost no restrictions whatsoever.  You may copy it, give it away or
+re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included
+with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org
+
+
+Title: The Castaway
+       Odd Craft, Part 2.
+
+Author: W.W. Jacobs
+
+Release Date: April 29, 2004 [EBook #12202]
+
+Language: English
+
+Character set encoding: ASCII
+
+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE CASTAWAY ***
+
+
+
+
+Produced by David Widger
+
+
+
+
+ODD CRAFT
+
+By W.W. Jacobs
+
+
+
+THE CASTAWAY
+
+Mrs. John Boxer stood at the door of the shop with her hands clasped on
+her apron.  The short day had drawn to a close, and the lamps in the
+narrow little thorough-fares of Shinglesea were already lit.  For a time
+she stood listening to the regular beat of the sea on the beach some
+half-mile distant, and then with a slight shiver stepped back into the
+shop and closed the door.
+
+[Illustration: "Mrs. John Boxer stood at the door of the shop with her
+hands clasped on her apron."]
+
+The little shop with its wide-mouthed bottles of sweets was one of her
+earliest memories.  Until her marriage she had known no other home, and
+when her husband was lost with the _North Star_ some three years before,
+she gave up her home in Poplar and returned to assist her mother in the
+little shop.
+
+In a restless mood she took up a piece of needle-work, and a minute or
+two later put it down again.  A glance through the glass of the door
+leading into the small parlour revealed Mrs. Gimpson, with a red shawl
+round her shoulders, asleep in her easy-chair.
+
+Mrs. Boxer turned at the clang of the shop bell, and then, with a wild
+cry, stood gazing at the figure of a man standing in the door-way.  He
+was short and bearded, with oddly shaped shoulders, and a left leg which
+was not a match; but the next moment Mrs. Boxer was in his arms sobbing
+and laughing together.
+
+Mrs. Gimpson, whose nerves were still quivering owing to the suddenness
+with which she had been awakened, came into the shop; Mr. Boxer freed an
+arm, and placing it round her waist kissed her with some affection on the
+chin.
+
+"He's come back!"  cried Mrs. Boxer, hysterically.
+
+"Thank goodness," said Mrs. Gimpson, after a moment's deliberation.
+
+"He's alive!"  cried Mrs. Boxer.  "He's alive !"
+
+She half-dragged and half-led him into the small parlour, and thrusting
+him into the easy-chair lately vacated by Mrs. Gimpson seated herself
+upon his knee, regardless in her excitement that the rightful owner was
+with elaborate care selecting the most uncomfortable chair in the room.
+
+"Fancy his coming back!" said Mrs. Boxer, wiping her eyes.  "How did you
+escape, John?  Where have you been?  Tell us all about it."
+
+Mr. Boxer sighed.  "It 'ud be a long story if I had the gift of telling
+of it," he said, slowly, "but I'll cut it short for the present.  When
+the _North Star_ went down in the South Pacific most o' the hands got
+away in the boats, but I was too late.  I got this crack on the head with
+something falling on it from aloft.  Look here."
+
+He bent his head, and Mrs. Boxer, separating the stubble with her
+fingers, uttered an exclamation of pity and alarm at the extent of the
+scar; Mrs. Gimpson, craning forward, uttered a sound which might mean
+anything--even pity.
+
+"When I come to my senses," continued Mr. Boxer, "the ship was sinking,
+and I just got to my feet when she went down and took me with her.  How I
+escaped I don't know.  I seemed to be choking and fighting for my breath
+for years, and then I found myself floating on the sea and clinging to a
+grating.  I clung to it all night, and next day I was picked up by a
+native who was paddling about in a canoe, and taken ashore to an island,
+where I lived for over two years.  It was right out o' the way o' craft,
+but at last I was picked up by a trading schooner named the _Pearl,_
+belonging to Sydney, and taken there.  At Sydney I shipped aboard the
+_Marston Towers,_ a steamer, and landed at the Albert Docks this
+morning."
+
+"Poor John," said his wife, holding on to his arm.  "How you must have
+suffered!"
+
+"I did," said Mr. Boxer.  "Mother got a cold?"  he inquired, eying that
+lady.
+
+"No, I ain't," said Mrs. Gimpson, answering for herself.  "Why didn't you
+write when you got to Sydney?"
+
+"Didn't know where to write to," replied Mr. Boxer, staring.  "I didn't
+know where Mary had gone to."
+
+"You might ha' wrote here," said Mrs. Gimpson.
+
+"Didn't think of it at the time," said Mr. Boxer.  "One thing is, I was
+very busy at Sydney, looking for a ship.  However, I'm 'ere now."
+
+"I always felt you'd turn up some day," said Mrs. Gimpson.  "I felt
+certain of it in my own mind.  Mary made sure you was dead, but I said
+'no, I knew better.'"
+
+There was something in Mrs. Gimpson's manner of saying this that
+impressed her listeners unfavourably.  The impression was deepened when,
+after a short, dry laugh _a propos_ of nothing, she sniffed again--three
+times.
+
+"Well, you turned out to be right," said Mr. Boxer, shortly.
+
+"I gin'rally am," was the reply; "there's very few people can take me
+in."
+
+She sniffed again.
+
+"Were the natives kind to you?" inquired Mrs. Boxer, hastily, as she
+turned to her husband.
+
+"Very kind," said the latter.  "Ah! you ought to have seen that island.
+Beautiful yellow sands and palm-trees; cocoa-nuts to be 'ad for the
+picking, and nothing to do all day but lay about in the sun and swim in
+the sea."
+
+"Any public-'ouses there?" inquired Mrs. Gimpson.
+
+"Cert'nly not," said her son-in-law.  "This was an island--one o' the
+little islands in the South Pacific Ocean."
+
+"What did you say the name o' the schooner was?"  inquired Mrs. Gimpson.
+
+"_Pearl,_" replied Mr. Boxer, with the air of a resentful witness under
+cross-examination.
+
+"And what was the name o' the captin?"  said Mrs. Gimpson.
+
+"Thomas--Henery--Walter--Smith," said Mr. Boxer, with somewhat unpleasant
+emphasis.
+
+"An' the mate's name?"
+
+"John Brown," was the reply.
+
+"Common names," commented Mrs. Gimpson, "very common.  But I knew you'd
+come back all right--I never 'ad no alarm.  'He's safe and happy, my
+dear,' I says.  'He'll come back all in his own good time.'"
+
+"What d'you mean by that?" demanded the sensitive Mr. Boxer.  "I come
+back as soon as I could."
+
+"You know you were anxious, mother," interposed her daughter.  "Why, you
+insisted upon our going to see old Mr. Silver about it."
+
+"Ah!  but I wasn't uneasy or anxious afterwards," said Mrs. Gimpson,
+compressing her lips.
+
+"Who's old Mr. Silver, and what should he know about it?" inquired Mr.
+Boxer.
+
+"He's a fortune-teller," replied his wife.  "Reads the stars," said his
+mother-in-law.
+
+Mr. Boxer laughed--a good ringing laugh.  "What did he tell you?" he
+inquired.  "Nothing," said his wife, hastily.  "Ah!" said Mr. Boxer,
+waggishly, "that was wise of 'im.  Most of us could tell fortunes that
+way."
+
+"That's wrong," said Mrs. Gimpson to her daughter, sharply.  "Right's
+right any day, and truth's truth.  He said that he knew all about John
+and what he'd been doing, but he wouldn't tell us for fear of 'urting our
+feelings and making mischief."
+
+"Here, look 'ere," said Mr. Boxer, starting up; "I've 'ad about enough o'
+this.  Why don't you speak out what you mean?  I'll mischief 'im, the old
+humbug.  Old rascal."
+
+"Never mind, John," said his wife, laying her hand upon his arm.  "Here
+you are safe and sound, and as for old Mr. Silver, there's a lot o'
+people don't believe in him."
+
+"Ah! they don't want to," said Mrs. Gimpson, obstinately.  "But don't
+forget that he foretold my cough last winter."
+
+"Well, look 'ere," said Mr. Boxer, twisting his short, blunt nose into as
+near an imitation of a sneer as he could manage, "I've told you my story
+and I've got witnesses to prove it.  You can write to the master of the
+Marston Towers if you like, and other people besides.  Very well, then;
+let's go and see your precious old fortune-teller.  You needn't say who I
+am; say I'm a friend, and tell 'im never to mind about making mischief,
+but to say right out where I am and what I've been doing all this time.
+I have my 'opes it'll cure you of your superstitiousness."
+
+[Illustration: "'Well, look 'ere,' said Mr. Boxer, 'I've told you my
+story and I've got witnesses to prove it.'"]
+
+"We'll go round after we've shut up, mother," said Mrs. Boxer.  "We'll
+have a bit o' supper first and then start early."
+
+Mrs. Gimpson hesitated.  It is never pleasant to submit one's
+superstitions to the tests of the unbelieving, but after the attitude she
+had taken up she was extremely loath to allow her son-in-law a triumph.
+
+"Never mind, we'll say no more about it," she said, primly, "but I 'ave
+my own ideas."
+
+"I dessay," said Mr. Boxer; "but you're afraid for us to go to your old
+fortune-teller.  It would be too much of a show-up for 'im."
+
+"It's no good your trying to aggravate me, John Boxer, because you can't
+do it," said Mrs. Gimpson, in a voice trembling with passion.
+
+"O' course, if people like being deceived they must be," said Mr. Boxer;
+"we've all got to live, and if we'd all got our common sense fortune-
+tellers couldn't.  Does he tell fortunes by tea-leaves or by the colour
+of your eyes?"
+
+"Laugh away, John Boxer," said Mrs. Gimpson, icily; "but I shouldn't have
+been alive now if it hadn't ha' been for Mr. Silver's warnings."
+
+"Mother stayed in bed for the first ten days in July," explained Mrs.
+Boxer, "to avoid being bit by a mad dog."
+
+"Tchee--tchee--tchee," said the hapless Mr. Boxer, putting his hand over
+his mouth and making noble efforts to restrain himself; "tchee--tch
+
+"I s'pose you'd ha' laughed more if I 'ad been bit?"  said the glaring
+Mrs. Gimpson.
+
+"Well, who did the dog bite after all?"  inquired Mr. Boxer, recovering.
+
+"You don't understand," replied Mrs. Gimpson, pityingly; "me being safe
+up in bed and the door locked, there was no mad dog.  There was no use
+for it."
+
+"Well," said Mr. Boxer, "me and Mary's going round to see that old
+deceiver after supper, whether you come or not.  Mary shall tell 'im I'm
+a friend, and ask him to tell her everything about 'er husband.  Nobody
+knows me here, and Mary and me'll be affectionate like, and give 'im to
+understand we want to marry.  Then he won't mind making mischief."
+
+"You'd better leave well alone," said Mrs. Gimpson.
+
+Mr. Boxer shook his head.  "I was always one for a bit o' fun," he said,
+slowly.  "I want to see his face when he finds out who I am."
+
+Mrs. Gimpson made no reply; she was looking round for the market-basket,
+and having found it she left the reunited couple to keep house while she
+went out to obtain a supper which should, in her daughter's eyes, be
+worthy of the occasion.
+
+She went to the High Street first and made her purchases, and was on the
+way back again when, in response to a sudden impulse, as she passed the
+end of Crowner's Alley, she turned into that small by-way and knocked at
+the astrologer's door.
+
+A slow, dragging footstep was heard approaching in reply to the summons,
+and the astrologer, recognising his visitor as one of his most faithful
+and credulous clients, invited her to step inside.  Mrs. Gimpson
+complied, and, taking a chair, gazed at the venerable white beard and
+small, red-rimmed eyes of her host in some perplexity as to how to begin.
+
+"My daughter's coming round to see you presently," she said, at last.
+
+The astrologer nodded.
+
+"She--she wants to ask you about 'er husband," faltered' Mrs. Gimpson;
+"she's going to bring a friend with her--a man who doesn't believe in
+your knowledge.  He--he knows all about my daughter's husband, and he
+wants to see what you say you know about him."
+
+The old man put on a pair of huge horn spectacles and eyed her carefully.
+
+"You've got something on your mind," he said, at last; "you'd better tell
+me everything."
+
+Mrs. Gimpson shook her head.
+
+"There's some danger hanging over you," continued Mr. Silver, in a low,
+thrilling voice; "some danger in connection with your son-in-law.  There"
+he waved a lean, shrivelled hand backward and for-ward as though
+dispelling a fog, and peered into distance--"there is something forming
+over you.  You--or somebody--are hiding something from me."
+
+[Illustration: "There is something forming over you."]
+
+Mrs. Gimpson, aghast at such omniscience, sank backward in her chair.
+
+"Speak," said the old man, gently; "there is no reason why you should be
+sacrificed for others."
+
+Mrs. Gimpson was of the same opinion, and in some haste she reeled off
+the events of the evening.  She had a good memory, and no detail was
+lost.
+
+"Strange, strange," said the venerable Mr. Silver, when he had finished.
+"He is an ingenious man."
+
+"Isn't it true?"  inquired his listener.  "He says he can prove it.  And
+he is going to find out what you meant by saying you were afraid of
+making mischief."
+
+"He can prove some of it," said the old man, his eyes snapping
+spitefully.  "I can guarantee that."
+
+"But it wouldn't have made mischief if you had told us that," ventured
+Mrs. Gimpson.  "A man can't help being cast away."
+
+"True," said the astrologer, slowly; "true.  But let them come and
+question me; and whatever you do, for your own sake don't let a soul know
+that you have been here.  If you do, the danger to yourself will be so
+terrible that even I may be unable to help you."
+
+Mrs. Gimpson shivered, and more than ever impressed by his marvellous
+powers made her way slowly home, where she found the unconscious Mr.
+Boxer relating his adventures again with much gusto to a married couple
+from next door.
+
+"It's a wonder he's alive," said Mr. Jem Thompson, looking up as the old
+woman entered the room; "it sounds like a story-book.  Show us that cut
+on your head again, mate."
+
+The obliging Mr. Boxer complied.
+
+"We're going on with 'em after they've 'ad sup-per," continued Mr.
+Thompson, as he and his wife rose to depart.  "It'll be a fair treat to
+me to see old Silver bowled out."
+
+Mrs. Gimpson sniffed and eyed his retreating figure disparagingly; Mrs.
+Boxer, prompted by her husband, began to set the table for supper.
+
+It was a lengthy meal, owing principally to Mr. Boxer, but it was over at
+last, and after that gentleman had assisted in shutting up the shop they
+joined the Thompsons, who were waiting outside, and set off for Crowner's
+Alley.  The way was enlivened by Mr. Boxer, who had thrills of horror
+every ten yards at the idea of the supernatural things he was about to
+witness, and by Mr. Thompson, who, not to be outdone, persisted in
+standing stock-still at frequent intervals until he had received the
+assurances of his giggling better-half that he would not be made to
+vanish in a cloud of smoke.
+
+By the time they reached Mr. Silver's abode the party had regained its
+decorum, and, except for a tremendous shudder on the part of Mr. Boxer as
+his gaze fell on a couple of skulls which decorated the magician's table,
+their behaviour left nothing to be desired.  Mrs. Gimpson, in a few
+awkward words, announced the occasion of their visit.  Mr. Boxer she
+introduced as a friend of the family from London.
+
+"I will do what I can," said the old man, slowly, as his visitors seated
+themselves, "but I can only tell you what I see.  If I do not see all, or
+see clearly, it cannot be helped."
+
+Mr. Boxer winked at Mr. Thompson, and received an understanding pinch in
+return; Mrs. Thompson in a hot whisper told them to behave themselves.
+
+The mystic preparations were soon complete.  A little cloud of smoke,
+through which the fierce red eyes of the astrologer peered keenly at Mr.
+Boxer, rose from the table.  Then he poured various liquids into a small
+china bowl and, holding up his hand to command silence, gazed steadfastly
+into it.  "I see pictures," he announced, in a deep voice.  "The docks of
+a great city; London.  I see an ill-shaped man with a bent left leg
+standing on the deck of a ship."
+
+Mr. Thompson, his eyes wide open with surprise, jerked Mr. Boxer in the
+ribs, but Mr. Boxer, whose figure was a sore point with him, made no
+response.
+
+"The ship leaves the docks," continued Mr. Silver, still peering into the
+bowl.  "As she passes through the entrance her stern comes into view with
+the name painted on it.  The--the--the----"
+
+"Look agin, old chap," growled Mr. Boxer, in an undertone.
+
+"The North Star," said the astrologer.  "The ill-shaped man is still
+standing on the fore-part of the ship; I do not know his name or who he
+is.  He takes the portrait of a beautiful young woman from his pocket and
+gazes at it earnestly."
+
+Mrs. Boxer, who had no illusions on the subject of her personal
+appearance, sat up as though she had been stung; Mr. Thompson, who was
+about to nudge Mr. Boxer in the ribs again, thought better of it and
+assumed an air of uncompromising virtue.
+
+"The picture disappears," said Mr. Silver.  "Ah!  I see; I see.  A ship
+in a gale at sea.  It is the North Star; it is sinking.  The ill-shaped
+man sheds tears and loses his head.  I cannot discover the name of this
+man."
+
+Mr. Boxer, who had been several times on the point of interrupting,
+cleared his throat and endeavoured to look unconcerned.
+
+"The ship sinks," continued the astrologer, in thrilling tones.  "Ah!
+what is this?  a piece of wreck-age with a monkey clinging to it?  No,
+no-o.  The ill-shaped man again.  Dear me!"
+
+[Illustration: "Ah!  what is this?  a piece of wreckage with a monkey
+clinging to it?"]
+
+His listeners sat spellbound.  Only the laboured and intense breathing of
+Mr. Boxer broke the silence.
+
+"He is alone on the boundless sea," pursued the seer; "night falls.  Day
+breaks, and a canoe propelled by a slender and pretty but dusky maiden
+approaches the castaway.  She assists him into the canoe and his head
+sinks on her lap, as with vigorous strokes of her paddle she propels the
+canoe toward a small island fringed with palm trees."
+
+"Here, look 'ere--" began the overwrought Mr. Boxer.
+
+"H'sh, h'sh!"  ejaculated the keenly interested Mr. Thompson.  "W'y don't
+you keep quiet?"
+
+"The picture fades," continued the old man.  "I see another: a native
+wedding.  It is the dusky maiden and the man she rescued.  Ah! the
+wedding is interrupted; a young man, a native, breaks into the group.  He
+has a long knife in his hand.  He springs upon the ill-shaped man and
+wounds him in the head."
+
+Involuntarily Mr. Boxer's hand went up to his honourable scar, and the
+heads of the others swung round to gaze at it.  Mrs. Boxer's face was
+terrible in its expression, but Mrs. Gimpson's bore the look of sad and
+patient triumph of one who knew men and could not be surprised at
+anything they do.
+
+"The scene vanishes," resumed the monotonous voice, "and another one
+forms.  The same man stands on the deck of a small ship.  The name on
+the stern is the Peer--no, Paris--no, no, no, Pearl. It fades from the
+shore where the dusky maiden stands with hands stretched out
+imploringly.  The ill-shaped man smiles and takes the portrait of the
+young and beautiful girl from his pocket."
+
+"Look 'ere," said the infuriated Mr. Boxer, "I think we've 'ad about
+enough of this rubbish.  I have--more than enough."
+
+"I don't wonder at it," said his wife, trembling furiously.  "You can go
+if you like.  I'm going to stay and hear all that there is to hear."
+
+"You sit quiet," urged the intensely interested Mr. Thompson.  "He ain't
+said it's you.  There's more than one misshaped man in the world, I
+s'pose?"
+
+"I see an ocean liner," said the seer, who had appeared to be in a trance
+state during this colloquy.  "She is sailing for England from Australia.
+I see the name distinctly: the _Marston Towers_.  The same man is on
+board of her.  The ship arrives at London.  The scene closes; another one
+forms.  The ill-shaped man is sitting with a woman with a beautiful face
+--not the same as the photograph."
+
+"What they can see in him I can't think," muttered Mr. Thompson, in an
+envious whisper.  "He's a perfick terror, and to look at him----"
+
+"They sit hand in hand," continued the astrologer, raising his voice.
+"She smiles up at him and gently strokes his head; he----"
+
+A loud smack rang through the room and startled the entire company; Mrs.
+Boxer, unable to contain herself any longer, had, so far from profiting
+by the example, gone to the other extreme and slapped her husband's head
+with hearty good-will.  Mr. Boxer sprang raging to his feet, and in the
+confusion which ensued the fortune-teller, to the great regret of Mr.
+Thompson, upset the contents of the magic bowl.
+
+"I can see no more," he said, sinking hastily into his chair behind the
+table as Mr. Boxer advanced upon him.
+
+Mrs. Gimpson pushed her son-in-law aside, and laying a modest fee upon
+the table took her daughter's arm and led her out.  The Thompsons
+followed, and Mr. Boxer, after an irresolute glance in the direction of
+the ingenuous Mr. Silver, made his way after them and fell into the rear.
+The people in front walked on for some time in silence, and then the
+voice of the greatly impressed Mrs. Thompson was heard, to the effect
+that if there were only more fortune-tellers in the world there would be
+a lot more better men.
+
+Mr. Boxer trotted up to his wife's side.  "Look here, Mary," he began.
+
+"Don't you speak to me," said his wife, drawing closer to her mother,
+"because I won't answer you."
+
+Mr. Boxer laughed, bitterly.  "This is a nice home-coming," he remarked.
+
+He fell to the rear again and walked along raging, his temper by no means
+being improved by observing that Mrs. Thompson, doubtless with a firm
+belief in the saying that "Evil communications corrupt good manners,"
+kept a tight hold of her husband's arm.  His position as an outcast was
+clearly defined, and he ground his teeth with rage as he observed the
+virtuous uprightness of Mrs. Gimpson's back.  By the time they reached
+home he was in a spirit of mad recklessness far in advance of the
+character given him by the astrologer.
+
+His wife gazed at him with a look of such strong interrogation as he was
+about to follow her into the house that he paused with his foot on the
+step and eyed her dumbly.
+
+"Have you left anything inside that you want?" she inquired.
+
+[Illustration: "'Have you left anything inside that you want?' she
+inquired."]
+
+Mr. Boxer shook his head.  "I only wanted to come in and make a clean
+breast of it," he said, in a curious voice; "then I'll go."
+
+Mrs. Gimpson stood aside to let him pass, and Mr. Thompson, not to be
+denied, followed close behind with his faintly protesting wife.  They sat
+down in a row against the wall, and Mr. Boxer, sitting opposite in a
+hang-dog fashion, eyed them with scornful wrath.
+
+"Well?"  said Mrs. Boxer, at last.
+
+"All that he said was quite true," said her husband, defiantly.  "The
+only thing is, he didn't tell the arf of it.  Altogether, I married three
+dusky maidens."
+
+Everybody but Mr. Thompson shuddered with horror.
+
+"Then I married a white girl in Australia," pursued Mr. Boxer, musingly.
+"I wonder old Silver didn't see that in the bowl; not arf a fortune-
+teller, I call 'im."
+
+"What they see in 'im!" whispered the astounded Mr. Thompson to his wife.
+
+"And did you marry the beautiful girl in the photograph?" demanded Mrs.
+Boxer, in trembling accents.
+
+"I did," said her husband.
+
+"Hussy," cried Mrs. Boxer.
+
+"I married her," said Mr. Boxer, considering--"I married her at
+Camberwell, in eighteen ninety-three."
+
+"Eighteen ninety-three!" said his wife, in a startled voice.  "But you
+couldn't.  Why, you didn't marry me till eighteen ninety-four."
+
+"What's that got to do with it?" inquired the monster, calmly.
+
+Mrs. Boxer, pale as ashes, rose from her seat and stood gazing at him
+with horror-struck eyes, trying in vain to speak.
+
+"You villain!" cried Mrs. Gimpson, violently.  "I always distrusted you."
+
+[Illustration: "'You villain!' cried Mrs. Gimpson, violently.  'I always
+distrusted you.'"]
+
+"I know you did," said Mr. Boxer, calmly.  "You've been committing
+bigamy," cried Mrs. Gimpson.
+
+"Over and over agin," assented Mr. Boxer, cheerfully.  "It's got to be a
+'obby with me."
+
+"Was the first wife alive when you married my daughter?" demanded Mrs.
+Gimpson.
+
+"Alive?" said Mr. Boxer.  "O' course she was.  She's alive now--bless
+her."
+
+He leaned back in his chair and regarded with intense satisfaction the
+horrified faces of the group in front.
+
+"You--you'll go to jail for this," cried Mrs. Gimpson, breathlessly.
+"What is your first wife's address?"
+
+"I decline to answer that question," said her son-in-law.
+
+"What is your first wife's address?"  repeated Mrs. Gimpson.
+
+"Ask the fortune-teller," said Mr. Boxer, with an aggravating smile.
+"And then get 'im up in the box as a witness, little bowl and all.  He
+can tell you more than I can."
+
+"I demand to know her name and address," cried Mrs. Gimpson, putting a
+bony arm around the waist of the trembling Mrs. Boxer.
+
+"I decline to give it," said Mr. Boxer, with great relish.  "It ain't
+likely I'm going to give myself away like that; besides, it's agin the
+law for a man to criminate himself.  You go on and start your bigamy
+case, and call old red-eyes as a witness."
+
+Mrs. Gimpson gazed at him in speechless wrath and then stooping down
+conversed in excited whispers with Mrs. Thompson.  Mrs. Boxer crossed
+over to her husband.
+
+"Oh, John," she wailed, "say it isn't true, say it isn't true."
+
+Mr. Boxer hesitated.  "What's the good o' me saying anything?"  he said,
+doggedly.
+
+"It isn't true," persisted his wife.  "Say it isn't true."
+
+"What I told you when I first came in this evening was quite true," said
+her husband, slowly.  "And what I've just told you is as true as what
+that lying old fortune-teller told you.  You can please yourself what you
+believe."
+
+"I believe you, John," said his wife, humbly.
+
+Mr. Boxer's countenance cleared and he drew her on to his knee.
+
+"That's right," he said, cheerfully.  "So long as you believe in me I
+don't care what other people think.  And before I'm much older I'll find
+out how that old rascal got to know the names of the ships I was aboard.
+Seems to me somebody's been talking."
+
+
+
+
+
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