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chapter 23 of Mary Barton by Elizabeth Gaskell this LibriVox recording is in the public domain the subpoena and must it then depend on this poor eye and this unsteady hand whether the bark that bears my all of treasured hope and love shall find a passage through these frowning rocks to some fair port where peace and safety smile or whether it shall blindly dash against them and miserably sink heaven be my help and clear my eye and nerve my trembling hand a constant woman her heart beating her head full of ideas which required time and solitude to be reduced into order merry hurried home she was like one who finds a jewel of which he cannot all at once ascertain the value but who hides his treasure until some quiet hour when he may ponder over the capabilities its possession unfolds he was like one who discovers the silken clue which guides to some Bower of bliss and secure of the power within his grasp has to wait for a time before he may tread the labyrinth but no jewel no Bower of bliss was ever so precious to miser or lover us was the belief which now pervaded Mary's mind that gems innocence might be proved without involving any suspicion of that other dear one so dear although so criminal on whose part in this cruel business she dared not dwell even in thought but if she did that arose the awful question if all went against gem the innocent if judge and jury gave the verdict forth which had the looming gallows in the rear what ought she do possessed of her terrible knowledge surely not so inkle paid her father and yet and yet she almost prayed for the Blessed unconsciousness of death or madness rather than that awful question should have to be answered by her but now away seemed opening opening yet more clear she was thankful she had thought of the alibi and yet more thankful to have so easily obtained the clue to gems whereabouts that miserable night the bright light that her new hope threw over all seemed also to make her thankful for the early time appointed for the trial it would be easy to catch will Wilson on his return from the Isle of Man which he had planned should be on the Monday and on the Tuesday all would be made clear all that she dared to wish to be made clear she had still to collect her thoughts and fresh in her memory enough to arrange how to meet with will for to the chances of a letter she would not trust to find out his lodgings when in Liverpool to try and remember the name of the ship in which he was to sail and the more she considered these points the more difficulty she found there would be in us painting these minor but important facts for you are aware that Alice whose memory was clear and strong on all points in which her heart was interested was lying in a manner senseless the Jane Wilson was to use her own word so expressive to a Lancashire ear dazed that is to say bewildered lost in the confusion of terrifying and distressing thoughts incapable of concentrating her mind and to the best of times wills proceedings were a matter of little importance to her or so she pretended she was so jealous of aught which distracted attention from her per love price her only son gem so Mary felt hopeless of obtaining any intelligence of the sailors arrangements from her then should she apply to gem himself no she knew him too well she felt how thoroughly he must err now have had it in his power to exculpate himself at another's expense and his tacit refusal to salt to do had assured her of what she had never doubted that the murderer was safe from any impeachment of his but then neither would he consent she feared to any steps which might tend to prove himself innocent at any rate she could not consult him he was removed to curb tail and tie impressed already it was Saturday at noon and even if she could have gone to him I believe she would not she longed to do all herself to be his Liberator his deliverer to win him life though she might never regain his lost love by her own exertions and oh how could she see him to discuss a subject in which both knew who was the blood-stained man and yet whose name might not be breathed by either so daily with all his faults his sins was he loved by both all at once when she had ceased to try and remember the name of will ship flashed across her mind that John cropper he had named it she had been sure all along he had named it in his conversation with her that last that fatal Thursday evening she repeated it over and over again through a nervous dread of again forgetting it the John cropper and then as if she were rousing herself out of some strange stupor she be thought her of Margaret who so likely as Margaret to treasure every little particular respecting will now Alice was dead to all the stirring purposes of life she had gone thus far in her process of thought when a neighbor stepped in she with whom they had usually deposited the house key when both Mary and her father were absent from home and who consequently took upon herself to answer all inquiries and receive all messages which any friends might make or leave on finding the house shut up yes somewhat for you marry a policeman left it a bit of parchment many people have a dread of those mysterious pieces of parchment I am one Mary was another her heart misgave her as she took it and looked at the unusual appearance of the writing which though legible enough conveyed no idea to her or rather her mind shut itself up against receiving any idea which after all was rather a proof she had some suspicion of the meaning that awaited her what is it asked she in a voice from which all the pith and marrow of strength seemed extracted now yeah should I know policeman said he'd call again towards evening and see if he'd getting it he would love to leave it though I tell him who I was and all about my keeping key and taking messages what is it about us to marry again in the same hoarse feeble voice and turning it over in her fingers as if she dreaded to inform herself of its meaning well you can read word writing I cannot so it's clear I should have to tell you but my master says it's just someone for you to bear witness against Jim Wilson at the trial at Liverpool the sighs God pity me said Mary faintly as white as a sheet nay when she never take on soul what you could say will go a little way either to help or to hinder the folks say is certain to be hung and sure enough it was to the one as was your sweetheart but Mary was beyond any pang this speech would have given it another time her thoughts were all busy picturing to herself the terrible occasion of their next meeting not as lovers meet should they meet well said the neighbor seeing no use in remaining with one who noticed her words or her presence so that they'll tell policeman died was getting his precious bit of paper he seems to think I should be keeping it for Marcel he's thirst as has ever miss doubted me about giving messages or notes but day she left the house but mayorly did not know it she sat still with the parchment in her hand all at once she started up she would take you to Jolie and ask him to tell her the true meaning but it could not be that so she went and choked out her words of enquiry it's a subpoena he replied turning the parchments over with the air of a connoisseur for job loved hard words and lawyer like forms and even esteemed himself slightly qualified for a lawyer from the smattering of knowledge he had picked up from an odd volume of Blackstone the TV once purchased at a book store a subpoena what is that gust Mary still in suspense job was struck with her voice her changed miserable voice and peered at her countenance from over his spectacles the subpoena is neither more nor less than this my dear it's a summons in you to attend and answer such questions as may be asked of you regarding the trial of James Wilson for the murder of Henry Carson that's the long and short of it only more elegantly port for the benefit of them who knows how to value the gift of language I've been a witness before time myself there's nothing much to be afeard on if they are impotent why just you be impudent and give him tit for tat nothing much to be afeard on echoed Mary but in such a different tone I poor wench I see oh it is it'll go hard with me a bit I daresay but keep up they art you cannot have much to tell him that can go either one way or t'other hey maybe thou may do him a bit of good for when they sit eyes on thee they'll see fast enough oh he came to be so led away by a jealousy for that a pretty creature Mary and one look at their face will let them into the secret of a young man's madness and make him all ready to pass it over oh job and won't you ever believe me when I tell you he's innocent indeed an indeed I can prove it he was with will all that night he was indeed job my wench whose word acetone for that said Joe pityingly why his mother told me and I'll get will to bear witness to it but Oh Joe bursting into tears it is hard if you won't believe me how shall I clean him to strangers when those who know him and not to love him are so set against his being innocent God knows I'm not against his being innocent said job solemnly I give off my remaining days on earth and give them all Mary and but for the love I bear to my poor blind girl there'd be no great gift if I could save him you've thought me hard Mary but I'm not hard at bottom and I'll help you if I can but her will right or wrong he added but in a low voice and coughed the uncertain words away the moment afterwards Oh Joe if you will help me exclaimed Mary brightening up though it was but a wintry gleam after all tell me what to say when they questioned me I shall be so drop and shan't know what to answer though can do no better than tell the truth truth best at all times they say and for sure it is when for calf to do with lawyers for the cute and cunning enough to get it out sooner or later and he makes fault blue like Tom noddy's when truth follows falsehood against their will but I don't know the truth I mean I can't say rightly what I mean but I'm sure if I were pent up and stared out by understood folk and asked ever so simple a question I should be for answering it wrong if they asked me if I'd seen you on a Saturday or a Tuesday or any day I should have cleaned forgotten all about it and say the very thing that should not well well don't go for to get such notions into your head they're what they call nervous and talking on him does no good his Margaret bless the wench Luke Mary oh well she guides her cell job fell to watching his granddaughter as with balancing measured steps timed almost as if to music she made her way across the street Mary shrank as if from a cold blast shrank from Margaret the blind girl with her reserved her silence seemed to be a severe judge she listening would be such a check to the trusting earnest of confidence which was beginning to unlock the sympathy of job Mary knew herself to blame felt her errors in every fiber of her heart but yet she would have rather have had them spoken about even in terms of severus sensor than have been treated in the icy manner in which Margaret had received her that morning his Mary said job almost as if he wished to propitiate his granddaughter come to take Abbey to dinner with us for our warrants she's never thought of cooking any for herself today and she looks as worn and pale as a ghost it was calling out the feeling of hospitality so strong and warm in most of those who have little to offer but whose heart goes eagerly and kindly with that little Margaret came towards Mary with a welcoming gesture and a kind of manner by far than she had used in the morning nay Mary no no there's gettin note at home urged job and Mary faint and weary and with a heart to aching full of other matters to be pertinacious in this withdrew her refusal they ate their dinner quietly for to all it was an effort to speak and after one or two attempts they had subsided into silence when the meal was ended job began again on the subject they all had at heart yon por la de Klerk dale will want a lawyer to see they don't put on him but do him justice ash thought of that Mary had not and felt sure his mother had not Margaret confirmed this last supposition ah but just being there and poor Jane is like one dateless so many griefs come on her at once one time she seems to make sure she'll be hung and if I took her in that way she flew out poor body and said that in spite of what folks said there were them as could and would prove him guiltless so I never knew were to ever the only thing she was constant in was declaring him innocent mother like said job she meant will when she spoke of them that could prove him innocent he was with will on Thursday night walking a part of the way with him to Liverpool now the thing is to lay hold on will and get him to prove this so Spoke Mary calm from the earnestness her purpose don't bill too much on it my dear said job I do build on its replied Mary because I know it's the truth and I mean to try and prove it come what may nothing you can say will haunt me job so don't you go and try you may help but you cannot hinder me doing what I'm resolved on they respected her firmness of determination and job almost gave into her belief when he saw how steadfastly she was acting upon it Oh surest way of conversion to our faith whatever it may be regarding either small things or great when it is be held as the actuating principle from which we never swerve when it is seen that instead of over much profession it is worked into the life and moves every action Mary gained courage as she instinctively felt she had made way with one at least of her companions now I'm clear about this much she continued he was with will when the shot was fired she could not bring herself to say when the murder was committed when she remembered who it was that she had every reason to believe was the taker away of life will compute this I must find will he wasn't to sail till Tuesday there's time enough he was to come back from his uncle's in the Isle of Man on Monday I must meet him in Liverpool on that day and tell him what has happened and now poor gem is in trouble and that he must prove an alibi come Tuesday all this I can and will do though perhaps I don't clearly know how just a present but surely God will help me when I know I'm doing right I will have no fear but put my trust in him for I'm acting for the innocence and good and not for my own self who have done so wrong I have no fear when I think of Jem who is so good she stopped oppressed with the fullness of her heart Margaret began to love her again to see in her the same sweet faulty impulsive lovable creatures she had known in the form of Mary Barton but with more of dignity self-reliance and purpose Mary spoke again now I know the name of wills vessel the John cropper and I know that she's bound to America that is something to know but to forget if I ever heard where the lodges in Liverpool he spoke of his landlady as a good trustworthy woman but if he named her name it has slipped my memory can you help me Margaret she appealed to her friend calmly and openly as if perfectly aware of and recognising the unspoken tie which bound her and will together she asked her in the same manner in which she would have asked a wife where her husband dwelt and Margaret replied in the like calm tone two spots of crimson on her cheeks alone bearing witness to any internal agitation he lodges at mrs. Jones's Milko yard out of Nicholas Street he is lodged there ever since he began to go to sea she's a very decent kind of woman that believed well Mary I'll give you my prayers said job it's not often a pray regular though I often speak a word to God when I'm either very appeal very sorry or catch myself thanking him at odd hours when I found a rare insect or at a fine day for a note but I cannot help it no more than I can talk into a friend well this time our prey regular for gem and for you and so will Margaret I'll be boned still wench what think you of a lawyer are no one mr. Cheshire whose rather given to thin set line and a good candy shop he and I have swapped specimens many's the time when either of us have had a duplicate you'll do me a kind turn I'm sure I'll just take my art and pay him a visit no sooner said than done Margaret and Mary were left alone and this seemed to bring back the feeling of awkwardness not to say estrangement but Mary excited to an unusual pitch of courage was the first to break silence Oh Margaret said she I see I feel how wrong do you think I have acted you cannot think me worse than I think myself now my eyes are opened here the sobs came choking up her voice name Margaret began I have no right – yes marker you have a right to judge you cannot help it on the in your judgment remember mercy as the Bible says you who have always been good cannot tell how easy it is at first to go a little wrong and then how hard it is to go back Oh a little thought when I first pleased with mr. Carson's speech is how it would all end perhaps in the death of him I loved better than life she burst into a passion of tears the feelings pent up through the day would have vent but checking herself with a strong effort and looking up at Margaret as piteously as if those calm stony eyes could see her imploring face she added I must not cry I must not give away there will be time enough for that Hereafter if I only wanted you to speak kindly to me Margaret for I am a very very wretched more wretched than anyone can ever know more wretched I sometimes fancy that I have deserved but that's wrong isn't it Margaret oh I have done wrong but I am punished he cannot tell how much who could resist her voice her tones of misery of humility who could refuse the kindness for which she begged so penitent Li not Margaret the old friendly manner came back with it maybe more of tenderness Oh Margaret do you think he can be saved do you think they can find him guilty if will comes forward as a witness won't that be a good alibi Margaret did not answer for a moment Oh speak Margaret said Mary with anxious impatience I no note about law or alibis replied Margaret meekly but mary has grandfather says aren't you building too much on what Jane Wilson has told you about his going with will poor soul she's gone dateless I think with care and watching and over much trouble and who can wonder or gem may have told that he was going by way of a blind you don't know Jem said Mary starting from her seat in a hurried manner or you would not say so I hope I may be wrong but think Mary how much is there against him the shot was fired with his gun he it was as threatened mr. Carr and not many days before he was absent from home at the very time as we know and as I'm much of feared someone will be called on to prove and there's no one else to share suspicions with him mary heaved a deep sigh but Margaret he did not do it marry again asserted Margaret looked unconvinced I can do no good I see by saying so for Nolan you will believe me and I won't say so again till I can prove it Monday morning I'll go to Liverpool I shall be at Anne for the trial oh dear dear and I will find will and then Margaret I think you'll be sorry for being so stubborn about gem don't fly off dear Maria give a deal to be wrong and now I'm going to be plain spoken you'll want money then lawyers is no better than a sponge for sucking up money let alone you're hunting out will and you're keeping Liverpool and what not you must take some of the mint I've got laid by in the old tea pot you have no right to refuse for I offer it to gem not to you it's for His purposes you to use it I know I see Thank You Margaret you're a kind one at any rate I take it for gem and I'll do my very best with it for him not although don't think I'll take all they'll pay me for my keep I'll take this accepting a sovereign from the hoard witch Margaret produced out of its accustomed place in the cupboard your grandfather will play the lawyer I'll have nowt to do with him shuddering as she remembered job's words about lawyers skill in always discovering the truth sooner or later and knowing what was the secret she had to hide bless you don't make such a do about it said Margaret cutting short Mary's thanks I sometimes think there's two sides to the commandment and that we may say let others do unto you as you would do unto them for pride often prevents our giving others a great deal of pleasure in not letting them be kind when their hearts are longing to help when when we ourselves should wish to do just the same if we were in their place oh how often I've been hurt by being coldly told by persons not to trouble myself about the care or sorrow when I saw them in great and wanted to be of comfort our Lord Jesus was not above letting folk minister to in very new oh happy inmates want to do out for another it's the happiest work on earth Mary had been too much engrossed by watching what was passing in the street to attend very closely to that which Margaret was saying from her seat she could see out of the window pretty plainly and she caught sight of a gentleman walking alongside of Jobe evidently in earnest conversation with him and looking keen and penetrating enough to be a lawyer Joe was laying down something to be attended to she could see by his uplifted forefinger and his whole gesture then he pointed and nodded across the street to his own house as if inducing his companion to come in Mary dreaded lest he should and she be subjected to a closer cross-examination and she had hitherto undergone as to why she was so certain that Jim was innocent she feared he was coming he stepped a little towards the spot no it was only to make way for a child tottering along who Mary had overlooked now job took him by the button so earnestly familiar had he grown the gentleman looked fitting fain to be gone but submitted in a manner that made Mary like him in spite of his profession then came a volley of last words answered by briefest nods and monosyllables and then this stranger went off with redoubled quickness of pace and Joe crossed the street with a little satisfied air of importance on his kindly face well Marie said he on entering I've seen the lawyer not mr. Chettiar though trials for murder it seems are not his line of business but he give me an or to another journey a fine fellow enough only too much of a talker I could only get a word in it cut me so short however I've just been going over the principal points again to him maybe you sauce I wanted him just to come over and speak to himself Mary but he was pressed for time and he said your evidence would not be much either here or there he's going to the sizes first train on Monday morning and we'll see Jem and hear the ins and outs from him and he's give me his address Mary um will her to call on him will special on Monday at two o'clock they are taking it in Mary there to call on him in Liverpool at 2:00 Monday afternoon job had reason to doubt if she fully understood him for all this my newness of detail the satisfactory arrangements as he considered them only seemed to bring the circumstances in which C was placed more vividly home to Mary they convinced her that it was real and not all a dream as she had sunk into fancying it for a few minutes while sitting in the old accustomed place her body enjoying the rest and her frame sustained by food and listening to Margaret's calm voice the gentleman she had just beheld would see and question gem in a few hours and what would be the result Monday that was the day after tomorrow and on Tuesday life and death would be tremendous realities to her lover or else death would be an awful certainty to her father no wonder job went over his main points again Monday at 2 o'clock mind and here's his card mr. bridge north 41 Renshaw Street Liverpool he'll be lodging their job ceased stalking and the silence roused Mary up to thank him you're very kind job very you and Margaret won't desert me come what will pour pool wench don't lose arts just as I'm beginning to get here he seems to think a deal on wills evidence you're sure girls you're under no mistake about will I'm sure said Mary he went straight from here purposing to go see his uncle at the Isle of Man and be back Sunday night ready for the ship sailing on Tuesday saw my said Margaret and the ship's name was the John cropper and he lodged where a told Mary before have you got it no Mary Mary wrote it on the back of mr. bridge North's card he was not over willing to go said she as she wrote for he knew little about his uncle and said he didn't care if he never knowed more but he said kinsfolk was kins Faulk and promises was promises so we'd go for a day or so and then it would be over Margaret had to go and practise some singing in town so though loath to depart and be alone marry bade her friends goodbye end of chapter 23 read by Tony Foster chapter 24 of Mary Barton by Elizabeth Gaskell this LibriVox recording is in the public domain with the dying Oh sad and solemn is the trembling watch of those who sit and count the heavy hours besides the fevered sleep of one they love Oh awful is it in the hushed midnight while gazing on the pallid mouthless form to start and ask is it now sleep or death anonymous Mary could not be patience in her loneliness so much painful thought weighed on her mind the very house was haunted with memories and foreshadowings having performed all duties to gem as far as her weak powers yet loving heart could act and the black veil being drawn over her father's past present and future life beyond which she could not penetrate a judge of any filial service she ought to render her mind unconsciously sought after some course of action in which she might engage anything anything rather than leisure for reflection and then came up the old feeling which first bound Ruth to Naomi the love they both held towards one object and Mary felt that her cares would be most lightened by being of use or of comfort to his mother so she once more locked up the house and set off towards an Coates rushing along with downcast head for fear lest anyone should recognize her and arrest her progress Jane Wilson sat quietly in her chair as Mary entered so quietly as to strike one by the contrast it presented to her usual bustling and nervous manner she looked very pale and won but the quietness was the thing that struck Mary most she did not rise as Mary came in but sat still and said something in so gentle so feeble a voice that Mary did not catch it mrs. Davenport who was there plucked Mary by the gown and whispered never heed her she's worn out and Besler long I'll tell you about it upstairs but Mary touched by the anxious look with which mrs. Wilson gazed at her as if awaiting the answer to some question went forward to listen to the speech she was again repeating what is this will you tell me then Mary looked and saw another ominous slip of parchment in the mother's hand which she was rolling up and down in a tremulous manner between her fingers Mary's heart sickened within her and she could not speak what is he she repeated will you tell me she looked at Mary with the same childlike gaze of wonder and patient entreaty what could she answer I tell you not to leader said mrs. Davenport other clan Greely she knows well enough what it is to well be like I was not in when they served it but mrs. hemming who's lives next door was and she spelled out the meaning and made it all clear to mrs. Wilson it's a summons to be a witness on James trial mrs. Emmons thinks to swear to the gun for you see there's no batarus can testify to its beanies and she let on so easily to the policeman that it was is that there's no getting off her word now poor body she takes it very hard I dare say mrs. Wilson had waited patiently while this whispered speech was being uttered imagining perhaps that it would end in some explanation addressed to her but when both were silent through though their eyes without speech or language told their hearts pity she spoke again in the same unaltered gentle voice so different from the irritable impatience she had been ever happed to show to everyone except her husband he who had wedded her broken down and injured in a voice so different I say from the old hasty manner she spoke now the same anxious words what is this will you tell me you better give it to me at once mrs. Wilson and let me put it out of your sight speak to her Mary wench and as for a sight on it I've tried and better tried to get it from own he takes no easier words and I'm lost too polluted by force out of our hands Mary drew the little cricket out from under the dresser and sat down at mrs. Wilson's knee and coaxing one of her tremulous ever-moving hands into hers began to rub it soothingly there was a little resistance a very little but that was all and presently in the nervous movement of the imprisoned hand the parchment fell to the ground Mary calmly and openly picked it up without any attempt at concealment and quietly placing it in sight of the anxious eyes that followed it with a kind of spellbound dread went on with her soothing caresses she has had no sleep for many nights said the girl to mrs. Davenport and all this war when sorrow it's no wonder no indeed mrs. Davenport answered we must get a fairly to bed we must get her undressed and all and Trust to God in His mercy to send her to sleep or else for you see they spoke before her as if she were not there her heart was so far away accordingly they almost lifted her from the chair in which she sat motionless and taking her up as gently as a mother carries her sleeping baby they undressed her poor worn form and laid her in the little bed upstairs they had once thought of placing her in Jemez bed to be out of sight or sound of any disturbance of Alyce's but then again they remembered the shop she might receive an awakening in so unusual a place and also that Mary who intended to keep vigil that night in the house of mourning would find it difficult to divide her attention in the possible cases that might ensue so they laid her as I said before on that little pallet bed and as they were slowly withdrawing from the bedside hoping and praying that she might sleep and forget for a time her heavy burden she looked wistfully after Mary and whispered young Tommy or Titus what is he and gazing in her face for the expected answer her eyelids slowly closed and she fell into a deep heavy sleep almost as profound a rest as death mrs. Davenport went her way and Mary was alone but I cannot call those who sleep allies against the agony of thought which solitude sometimes brings up she dreaded the night before her Alice might die the doctor had that day declared her case hopeless and not far from death and at times the terror so natural to the young not of death but of the remains of the dead came over Mary and she bent and listened anxiously for the long-drawn pausing breath of the sleeping Alice or mrs. Wilson might awake in a state which merely dreaded to anticipate and anticipated while she dreaded in a state of complete delirium already her senses had been severely stunned by the full explanation of what was required of her of what she had to prove against her son her gem their only child which Mary could not doubt the officious mrs. hemming had given and what if in dreams that land into which no sympathy or love can penetrate with another either to share its bliss or its agony that Lund whose scenes are unspeakable terrors are hidden mysteries priceless treasures – one alone but land we're alone I may see while yet I Talia the sweet looks of my dead child what if in the horrors of her dreams her brain should go still more astray and she should waken crazy with her visions and the terrible reality that begat them how much worse his anticipation sometimes than reality how mayor he dreaded that night and how calmly it passed by even more so than if Mary had not had such claims upon her care anxiety about them dead and her own peculiar anxieties she thought of the sleepers whom she was watching till overpowered herself by were the want of rest she fell off into short slumbers in which the night wore imperceptibly away to be sure Alice spoke and sang during her waking moments like the child she deemed herself but so happily with the daily loved ones around her with the scent of the Heather and the song of the wild bird hovering about her in imagination with old scraps of ballads or old snatches of primitive versions of the psalms such as a song in country churches half drapery Dover with ivy and where the running brook or the murmuring wind among the trees makes fit accompaniment to the chorus of human voices uttering praise and thanksgiving to their God that the speech and the song gave comfort and good cheer to the listeners heart and the gray dawn began to dim the light of the rush candle before Mary thought it possible that day was already trembling on the horizon then she got up from the chair where she had been dozing and went half asleep to the window to assure herself that morning was at hand the streets were unusually quiet with a Sabbath stillness no factory bells that morning no early workmen going to their labors no slipshod girls cleaning the windows of the little shops which broke the monotony of the street instead you might see here and there some operative sallying forth for the breath of country air or some father leading out his wee toddling bands for the unwanted pleasure of a walk with Daddy in the clear frosty morning men with more leisure on weekdays would perhaps have walked quicker than they did through the fresh sharp air of this Sunday morning but to them there was a pleasure an absolute refreshments in the dawdling gates they won and all of them had to be sure there were one or two passengers on that morning whose objects were less innocent and less praiseworthy than those of the people I have already mentioned and whose animal state of mind and body clashed jarringly on the peacefulness of the day but upon them I will not dwell as human died and almost everyone I think may send up our individual cry of self-reproach that we have not done all that we could for the stray and wandering ones of our brethren when Mary turned from the window she went to the bed of each sleeper to look and listen Alice looked perfectly quiet and happy in her slumber and her face seemed to have become much more youthful during her painless approach to death mrs. Wilson's countenance was stamped with the anxiety of the last few days although she too appeared sleeping soundly but as Mary gazed on her trying to trace a likeness to her son in her face she awoke and looked up into Mary's eyes while the expression of consciousness came back into her own both were silent for a minute or two Mary's eyes had fallen beneath that penetrating gaze in which the agony of memory seemed every moment to find full event is it a dream the mother asked at last in a low voice no replied Mary in the same tone mrs. Wilson hid her face in the pillow she was fully conscious of everything this morning it was evident that the stunning effect of the subpoena which had affected her so much last night in her weak worn-out state had passed away Mary offered no opposition when she indicated by language gesture and aunt that she wished to rise a sleepless bed is a haunted place when she was dressed with Mary's help she stood by Alice for a minute or two looking at the slumber oh how happy she is said she quietly and sadly all the time that Mary was getting breakfast ready and performing every other little domestic office she could think of to add to the comfort of gems mother mrs. Wilson sat still in the armchair watching her silently her old irritation of temper and manner seemed to have suddenly disappeared or perhaps she was too depressed in body and mind to show it Mary told her all that had been done with regard to mr. bridgnorth all her own plans for seeking out will all our hopes and concealed as well as she could all the doubts and fears that would arise unbidden to this mrs. Wilson listened without much remark but with deep interest and perfect comprehension when Mary ceased she sighed and said oh when I am his mother and yet I do so little I can do so little that's what frets me I seem like a child that sees its mummy ill and moans and cries its little hotel it doesn't out to help I think the sense has left me all at once and I even find strength to cry like the little child here upon she broke into a feeble wail of self-reproach that her outward show of misery was not greater as if any cries or tears or loud spoken words that have told of such pangs at the heart as that look and that thin piping altered voice but think of Mary and what she was enduring picture to yourself for I cannot tell you the armies of thoughts that met and clashed in her brain and then imagined the effort it cost her to be calm and quiet and even in a faint way cheerful and smiling at times after a while she began to stir about in her own mind for some means of sparing the poor mother the trial of appearing as a witness in the matter of the gun she had made no allusions to her summons this morning and Mary almost thought she was forgotten it and surely some means might be found to prevent that additional sorrow she was C job about it nay if necessary she should see mister bridgnorth with all his truth compelling powers for indeed she had so struggled and triumphed though a subtly bleeding Victor at heart over herself these two last days had so concealed agony and hidden her inward woe and bewilderment that she began to take confidence and to have faith in her own powers of meeting anyone with a possibly fair show whatever might be rending her life beneath the cloak of her deception accordingly as soon as mrs. Davenport came in after morning church to ask after the two lone women and she had heard the report Mary had to give so much better as regarded mrs. Wilson than what they had feared the night before it would have been as soon as this kind-hearted grateful woman came in Mary telling her her purpose went off to fetch the doctor who attended Alice he was shaking himself after his morning's round and happy in the anticipation of his Sunday's dinner but he was a good tempered man who found it difficult to keep down his jovial easiness even by the bed of sickness or death he had miss chosen his profession but it was his delight to see everyone around him in full enjoyment of life however he subdued his face to the proper expression of sympathy befitting a doctor listening to a patient or a patient's friend and Mary sad pale anxious face might be taken for either the one or the other well my girl and what brings you here said he as he entered his surgery not on your own account I hope I wanted you to come and see Alice Wilson and then I thought you would maybe take a look at mrs. Wilson he bustled Don his hat and coat and followed Mary instantly after shaking his head over Alice as if it was a mournful thing for one so pure and good so true although so humble a Christian to be nearing her desired Haven and muttering the accustomed words intended to destroy hope and prepare anticipation he went in compliance with Mary's look to ask the usual questions of mrs. Wilson whose possibly in her armchair she answered his questions and submitted to his examination how do you think her asked Mary eagerly why began he perceiving that he was desired to take one side in his answer and unable to find out whether his listener was anxious for a favorable verdict or otherwise but thinking it most probable that she would desire the former he continued she is weak certainly the natural result of such a shock as the arrest of her son would be for I understand this James Wilson who murdered mr. Carson was her son sad thing to have such a reprobate in the family you say who murdered sir said Mary indignantly he has only taken upon suspicion and many of doubt of his innocence those who know him Sir oh well well doctors have seldom time to read newspapers and I dare say I'm not very correct in my story I dare say he's innocent I'm sure I had no right to say otherwise Oh only words slip out no indeed young woman I see no cause for apprehension about this poor creature in the next room weak certainly but today or two is good Nursing will set her up and and I'm sure you're a good nurse My dear from your pretty kind-hearted face I'll send a couple of pills and a draught but don't alarm yourself that there's no occasion I assure you but you don't think a fit to go to Liverpool asked Mary still in the anxious tone of one who wishes honestly for some particular decision to Liverpool yes replied he a short journey like that could not fatigue and might destruct her thoughts let her go by all means it would be the very thing for her Oh sir burst out Mary almost sobbing I did so hope you would say she was too ill to go who said he with a prolonged whistle trying to understand the case but being as he said no reader of newspapers utterly unaware of the peculiar reasons there might be for so apparently unfeeling a wish why did you not tell me so sooner it might certainly do an arm in a weak state there is always some risk attending journeys drafts and whatnot to her they might prove very injurious very I disapprove of journeys or excitement in all cases where the patient is in the low fluttered state in which mrs. Wilson is if you take my advice you will certainly put a stop to all thoughts of going to Liverpool he really had completely changed his opinion though quite unconsciously so desirous was he to comply with the wishes of others Oh sir thank you and will you give me a certificate of a being unable to go if the lawyer says we must have one the lawyer you know continued she seeing him look puzzled who is to defend Jem it was as a witness against him My dear girl said he almost angrily why did you not state the case fully at first one minute would have done it and my dinner waiting all this time to be sure she can't go it would be madness to think of it if her evidence could have done good it would have been a different thing come to me for the certificate any time that is to say if the lawyer advises you I second the lawyer take counsel with both the learning professions hahaha and laughing at his own joke he departed leaving Mary accusing herself of stupidity in having imagined that everyone was as well acquainted with the facts concerning the trial as she was herself but indeed she had never doubted that the doctor would have been aware of the purpose of poor mrs. Wilson's journey to Liverpool presently she went to job the ever-ready mrs. Davenport keeping watch over the two old women and told him her fears her plans and her proceedings to her surprise he shook his head doubtfully he may have an awkward Luke if we keep her back lawyers is up to tricks but it's no trick said Mary she's so poorly she was last night and at least and today she's so faded and weak poor soul I dare say I only mean for gems sake as so much is known he won't do no to hang back but I asked mr. Bridgnorth Eileen take your doctor's advice you'll tarry at home and I'll come to you on allows time you go thy ways wench end of chapter 24 read by Tony Foster chapter 25 of Mary Barton by Elizabeth Gaskell this LibriVox recording is in the public domain mrs. Wilson's determination something there was what non presumed to say clouds lightly passing on a smiling day whispers and hints which went from ear to ear and mixed reports no judge on earth could clear crab curious conjectures he may always make and either side of dubious questions take I be mary went home oh how her head did ache and how dizzy her brain was growing but there would be time enough she felt for giving way hereafter so she sat quiet and still by an effort sitting near the window and looking out of it but seeing nothing when all at once she caught sight of something which roused her up and made her draw back but it was too late she had been seen sadly Ledbetter flaunted into the little dingy room making it gory with the sunday excess of coloring in her dress she was really curious to see Mary her connection with a murderer seemed to have made her into a sort of Lucius maturing and was almost by some expected to have made a change in her personal appearance so earnestly did they stare at her but Mary had been too much absorbed this last day or two to notice this now Sally had a grand view and looked her over and over a very different thing from looking her through and through and almost learned her off by heart her everyday gown Hoyles print you know that lilac thing with a high body she was so fond of a little black silk handkerchief just knotted around her neck like a boy her hair all taken back from her face as if he wanted to keep her head cool she would always keep that hair of her so long and her hands twitching continually about such particulars would make Sally into a Gazette extraordinary the next morning at the workroom and were worth coming for even if little else could be extracted from Mary why Mary she began where have you hidden yourself he never showed you face all yesterday Oh miss Simmons you don't fancy we think any the worse of you for what's coming on someone else indeed would a bit sorry for the poor young man must lie stiff and cold for your sake Mary but we shall neck a stick up against you miss Simmons too will be my ticket out if you don't come but there's a deal of mourning a gate a cants Mary said in a low voice I don't mean ever to come again why Mary said Sally in unfeigned surprise to be sure you'll have to be in Liverpool Tuesday and maybe Wednesday but after that you'll surely come and tell us all about it miss Simmons knows you'll have to be off those two days between you and me she's a bit of a gossip and will like hearing all howl and about the trial well enough to let you off very easy for you being absent a day or two besides Betsy Morgan was saying yesterday she shouldn't wonder what you'd prove quite an attraction to customers many one would come and have the gowns made by Miss Simmons just to catch a glimpse at you at after the trials over really marry you'll turn out quite a heroine the little fingers twitched worse than ever the large soft eyes looked up pleadingly into Sally's face but she went on in the same strain not from any unkind or cruel feeling towards Mary but solely because she was incapable of comprehending her suffering she had been shocked of course at mr. Carson's death though at the same time the excitement was rather pleasant than otherwise and dearly now would she have enjoyed all the conspicuous notice which Mary was sure to receive how should he like being cross-examined Mary not at all answered Mary when she found she must answer nah what impudent fellows those lawyers are and they're Clark's – not a bit better I shouldn't wonder in a comforting tone and really believing she was giving comfort if you picked up a new sweetheart in Liverpool Rock County you're going in Mary oh I don't know and don't care exclaimed Mary sick and weary of her visitor well then take my advice and go in that blue merino it's old to be sure and a bit worn at elbows but football notice that and scholar suits you now mind Mary and I'll lend you my black watered scarf ah did she really good naturedly according to her sense of things and withal a little bit pleased at the idea of her pet article of dress figuring away on the person of a witness at a trial for murder I'll bring it tomorrow before you start no–don't said Mary thank you but I don't want to why what can you wear I know all your clothes as well as I do my own and what is there you can wear not your old plaid shawl I do hope you would not fancy this I have on more nor the scarf would you said she brightening up at the thought and willing to lend it or anything else Oh Sally don't go on talking abut ins how can i think on dress at such a time when it's a matter of life and death to gem bless the girl is gem is it well now I thought there was some sweet are in the background when you flew off saw with mr. Carson then what in the name of goodness made him shoot mr. Harry after you had given up going with him I mean was he afraid you'd be on again how dare you say he shot mr. Harry asked Mary firing up from the state of languid indifference into which she had sunk while Sally had been settling about her address but it's no matter what you think has did not know him what grieves me is that people should go on thinking him guilty as did know him she said sinking back into her former depressed tone and manner and don't you think he did he asked Sally Mary paused she was going on too fast with one so curious and so unscrupulous besides she remembered how even she herself had at first believed him guilty and she felt it was not for her to cast stones at those who on similar evidence incline to the same belief none had given him much benefit of a doubt non had faith in his innocence non but his mother and their the heart loved more than the head reasoned and her yearning affection had never for an instant entertained the idea that her gem was a murderer but Mary disliked the whole conversation the subject the manner in which he was treated were all painful and she had a repugnance to the person with whom she spoke she was thankful therefore when Jolie's voice was heard of the door as he stood with the latch in his hand talking to a neighbor and when Sally jumped up in vexation and said there's a tall fogey coming in here as I'm alive did your father set him to look after you while he was away or what brings the old chap here however I'm off I never could abide either him or his print granddaughter goodbye Mary so far in a whisper then louder if you think better of my offer about the scarf Mary just step in tomorrow before 9:00 and you're quite welcome to it she and Joe passed each other at the door with mutual looks of dislike which neither took any pains to conceal yawns a bald bud girl said job to Mary she's very good-natured replied Mary too honorable to abuse a visitor who had only that instant crossed her threshold and gladly dwelling on the good quality most apparent in Sally's character I good natured generous jolly full of form there are a number of other names for the good qualities that devil leaves his childer as baits to catch some good genes with do you think folk could be led astray by one who was every way about however that's not what I came to talk about I've seen mr. Bridgnorth and he is in manner of the same mind as me he thinks he would have an awkward Luke I might tell against the poor lad on his trial still if she's ill she's ill and it can't be helped I don't know if she's so bad as all that said Mary who began to dread her part in doing anything which might tell against her poor lover will you come and see her job the doctor seemed to say as I liked not as he thought that's because he had no great thought on the subject either one way or t'other replied job whose contempt for medical men pretty near equal his respect for lawyers but I'll go on welcome I am not seen third ladies since the sorrows and he spoke managed to go an axe after them come along the room at mrs. Wilson's had that still changeless look he must have often observed in the house of sickness or morning no particular employment going on people watching and waiting rather than acting unless in the more sudden and violent attacks what little movement is going on sold noiseless and hushed the furniture all arranged and stationery with a view to the comfort of the afflicted the window blinds drawn down to keep out the disturbing variety of a sunbeam the same saddened serious look on the faces of the inn dwellers you fall back into the same train of thought with all these associations and forget the street the outer world in the contemplation of the one stationary absorbing interest within mrs. Wilson sat quietly in her chair with just the same look Mary had left on her face mrs. Davenport went about with creaking shoes which made all the more noise from her careful and lengthened tread annoying the ears of those who were well in this instance far more than the census of the sick and the sorrowful Alice's voice still was going on cheerfully in the upper room with incessant talking and little laughs to herself or perhaps in sympathy with her unseen companions unseen I say in preference to fancied for who knows where the God does not permit the forms of those who were dearest when living to hover round the bed of the dying Jobe spoke and mrs. Wilson answered so quietly that it was unnatural under the circumstances it made a deeper impression on the old man that any token of mere bodily illness could have done if she raved in delirium or moaned in fever he could have spoken after his wont and given his opinion his advice and his consolation now he was awed into silence at length he pulled Mary aside into a corner of the house place where mrs. Wilson was sitting and began to talk to her the right Mary she's norway's fit to go to Liverpool poor soul now have seen her I only wonder the doctor could have been unsettled in his mind at first choose how it goes with poor Jim she cannot go one way or another it will soon be over and best to leave her in the state she is till then I was sure you would think so said Mary but they were reckoning without their hosts they esteemed her senses gone while in fact they were only inert and could not convey impressions rapidly to the overburdened troubled brain they had not noticed that her eyes had followed them mechanically it seemed at first as they had moved away to the corner of the room but her face hitherto so changeless had begun to work with one or two of the old symptoms of impatience but when they were silent she stood up and startled them almost as if a dead person had spoken by saying clearly and decidedly I go to Liverpool to hear you and your plans and I tell you I shall go to Liverpool if my words are to kill my son they have already gone forth out of my mouth and no can bring them back but I will have faith Alice up above has often tell me I wanted faith and now I will of it they cannot they will not kill my child my only child I will not be a fee yet oh I'm so sick with terror but if he is to die think you're not the fellas see him again I see him at his trial when all the rates in him he loved his poor mother near him to give him all the comfort eyes and loops and tears and a heart that is dead to all but him can give his poor old mother who knows oh three years from sin in the sight of man at least they'll let me go to it maybe the very minute it's over and I know many scripture texts though you would not think it that may keep up his heart I miss seeing him here he went to yonder prison but no she'll keep me away again one minute when I can see his face but maybe the minutes are numbered and the count looks small I know I can be a comfort to him poor lad he would not think it now but he'd always speak as kind and soft to me as if he were courting me like he loved me above a bit and am I to leave him now – dree all the cruel slander though put upon him I can pray for him a t-chart word they say against him if I can do now tells and he'll know what his mother is doing for him poor lad by the look on my face still they made some look or gesture of opposition to her wishes she turns sharp round on Mary the old object of her pettish attacks and said now wench once and for all I'll tell you this he couldn't never guide me and he'd sense enough not to try what he couldn't do don't you try I shall go to Liverpool tomorrow and find my lad and stay with him through thick and thin and if he dies why perhaps God of His mercy will take me to the grave is a sure cure for an aching heart she sank back in her chair quite exhausted by the sudden effort she had made but if they even offered to speak she cut them short whatever the subject might be with the repetition of the same words I shall go to Liverpool no more could be said the doctors opinion had been so undecided mr. bridgnorth had given his legal voice in favor of her going and Mary was obliged to relinquish the idea of persuading her to remain at home if indeed under all the circumstances it could be thought desirable best way will be said job amita one tote will early tomorrow morning and yo Mary that after with Jane Wilson I know a decent woman where you two can have a bed and where we may meet together when a phone will before going to mr. Bridgnorth at two o'clock for I can tell him are not just none of his clerks forum to not will if Jim's life is to depend on it now Mary disliked this plan inexpressibly her dislike was partly grounded on reason and partly on feeling she could not bear the idea of deputing to any one of the active measures necessary to be taken in order to save Jim she felt as if they were her duty her right she Durst not trust to anyone the completion of her plan they might not have energy or perseverance or desperation enough to follow out the slightest chance and her love would endow her with all these qualities independently of the terrible alternative which awaited her in case all failed and gem was condemned no one could have her motives and consequently no one could have her sharpened brain her despairing determination besides only that was pure selfish she could not endure the suspense of remaining quiet and only knowing the results when all was accomplished so with vehemence and impatience she rebooted every reason Jobe adduced for his plan and of course the supposed by what appeared to him willfulness he became more resolute and angry words were exchanged and a feeling of estrangement rose up between them for a time as they walked home woods but then came in Mary with her gentleness like an angel of peace so calm and reasonable that both felt ashamed of their irritation and tacitly left the decision to her only by the way I think Mary could never have submitted if it had gone against her penitent and tearful as was her manner now to job the good old man who was helping her to work for gem although they differed us to the manor Mary had better Gore said Margaret to her grandfather in a low tone I know what she's feeling and it will be a comfort to assume maybe to think she did all she could herself she would perhaps fancy it might have been different do grandfather a letter Margaret had still you see little or no belief in James innocence and besides she thought if Mary saw will and herself from him that gem had not been with him that Thursday night it would in a measure break the force of the blow which was impending let me lock a post grandfather for a couple of days and go and stay with Alice it's but little one like me can do I know she added softly but by the blessing of God I'll do it and welcome and here comes one kindly use some money I can hire them as will do for her what I cannot mrs. Davenport is a willing body and one who no sorrow and sickness and I compare for a time and keep her there pretty near all together so let that be settled and you take mrs. Wilson via grandad and let Mary go fine will and you can all meet together at after and I'm sure I wish she'd look job consented with only a few dissenting grunts but on the whole with a very good grace for an old man who had been so positive only a few minutes before bear he was thankful for Margaret's interference she did not speak but threw her arms around Margaret's neck and put up her rosy red mouth to be kissed and even Joe was attracted by the pretty childlike gesture and when she drew near him afterwards like a little creature saddling up to some person whom it feels to have offended he bent down and blessed her as if she had been a child of his own to marry the old man's blessing came like words of power end of chapter 25 read by Tony Foster chapter 26 of Mary Barton by Elizabeth Gaskell this LibriVox recording is in the public domain the journey to Liverpool like a barque upon the sea life is floating over death above below and circling the danger lurks in every breath parted out there on the grave only by a plank most frail tossed upon the Restless wave sport of everything all Gale let the skies be air so clear and so calm and still the sea shipwreck yet has he to fear who live sir Voyager will be ruckert the early trains for Liverpool on Monday morning were crowded by attorneys attorneys Clarke's plaintiffs defendants and witnesses all going to the Assizes they were a motley assembly each with some cause for anxiety stirring at his heart though after all that is saying little or nothing for we are all of us in the same predicament through life each with a fear and a hope from childhood to death among the passengers there was Mary bond dressed in the blue gown an obnoxious plaid shawl common as railroads are now in all places as a means of transit and especially in Manchester Mary had never been on one before and she felt bewildered by the hurry the noise of people and bells and horns the whizz and the scream of the arriving trains the very journey itself seemed to her a matter of wonder she had a back seat and looked towards the factory chimneys and the cloud of smoke which hovers over Manchester with a feeling akin to the highway she was losing sight of the familiar objects of her childhood for the first time and unpleasant as those objects are to most she yearned after them with some of the same sentiment which gives pathos to the thoughts of the emigrant the cloud shadows which give beauty to chat moss the picturesque old houses of Newton what were they to Mary whose heart was full of many things yet she seemed to look at them earnestly as they glided past but she neither saw nor heard she neither saw nor heard till some well-known names fell upon her ear to lawyers Clark's were discussing the case to come on that Assizes of course the murder case as it had come to be termed held a conspicuous place in their conversation they had no doubt of the results juries are always very unwilling to convict on circumstantial evidence it is true said one but here that can hardly be any doubt if it had not been so clear a case replied the other I should have said they were injudicious in hurrying on the trial so much still more evidence might have been collected they tell me said the first speaker the people in Gardner's office I mean that it was really feared the old gentleman would have gone out of his mind if the trial had been delayed he was with mr. Gardiner as many as seven times on Saturday and called him up at night to suggest that some letter should be written or something done to secure the verdict poor old man answered his companion who can wonder and only son such a death that disagreeable circumstances attending it I had not time to read The Guardian on Saturday but I understand it was some dispute about a factory girl yes some such person of course you'll be examined and Williams will do it in style I shall slip out from our court to hear him if I can hit the nick of time and if you can get to place you mean for depend upon it the court will be crowded I I the ladies sweet souls will come in shoals to hear a child for murder and see the murderer and watch the judge put on his black cap and then go home and groan over the Spanish ladies who take delight in bullfights such unfeminine creatures then they went on to other subjects it was but another drop to marish cope but she was nearly in that stage which Crabbe describes for when so fall the cup of sorrow flows add but a drop it instantly overflow and now they were in the tunnel and now they were in Liverpool and she must rouse herself from the torpor of mind and body which was creeping over her the results of much anxiety and fatigue and several sleepless nights she asked a policeman the way to the milk house yard and following his directions with the savoir-faire of a town bread girl she reached a little core leading out of a busy thronged Street not far from the docks when she entered the quiet little yard she stopped to regain her breath and to gather strength for her limbs trembled and her heart beat violently all the unfavourable contingencies she had until now forbidden herself to dwell upon came forward to her mind the possibility the bare possibility of gem being an accomplice in the murder the still greater possibility that he had not fulfilled his intention of going part of the way with will but had been led off by some little accidental occurrence from his original intention and that he had spent the evening with those whom it was now too late to bring forward as witnesses but sooner or later she must know the truth so taking courage she knocked at the door of a house is this mrs. Joneses she inquired next door but one was the curt answer and even this extra minute was a reprieve mrs. Jones was busy washing and would have spoken angrily to the person who knocked so gently at the door if anger had been in her nature but she was a soft helpless kind of woman and only sighed over the many interruptions she had had to her business that unlucky Monday morning but the feeling which would have been anger in a more impatient temper took the form of prejudice against the disturber whoever he or she might be marries fluttered and excited appear and strengthened this prejudice in mrs. Jones mind as she stood stripping the soapsuds of her arms while she eyed her visitor and waited to be told what her business was but no words would come Mary's voice seemed chocked up in her throat pray what do you want young woman coldly asked mrs. Jones at last I want oh this will Wilson here no he's not replied mrs. Jones inclining to shut the in her face is he not come back from the isle of man ask Mary sickening he never went he stayed in Manchester too long as perhaps you know already and again the door seemed closing but Mary bent forwards with suppliant action as some young tree bends when blown by rough autumnal wind and gasped out tell me tell me where is he mrs. Jones suspected some love affair and perhaps one of not the most creditable kind but the distress of the pale young creature before her was so obvious and so pitiable that were she ever so sinful mrs. Jones could no longer uphold her short reserved manner he's gone this very morning my poor girl step in and I'll tell you about it gone cried Mary how gone I must see him it's a matter of life and death he can save the innocent from being hanged he cannot be gone how gone sails my dear sailed in the John cropper this very blessed morning sailed end of chapter 26 read by Tony Foster chapter 27 of Mary Barton by Elizabeth Gaskell this LibriVox recording is in the public domain in the Liverpool docks yon is our key harks of the clamour in that miry Road bounded and narrowed by young vessels load the lumbering wealth she empties round the place package and parcel hogshead chest and case while the loud seamen and the angry hind mingling in the business bellow to the wind crab Mary staggered into the house mrs. Jones placed her tenderly in a chair and there stood bewildered by her side Oh father father muttered she what have you done what must I do what's the innocent die or he whom I fear I fear Oh what my sane said she looking round a freighted and seemingly reassured by mrs. Jones his countenance I'm so helpless so weak but a poor girl after all how can I tell what is right father you've always been so kind to me and you to be never mind never mind all will come right in the grave save us and bless us exclaimed mrs. Jones if I don't think she's gone out of her wits no I'm not said Mary catching at the words and with a strong effort controlling the mind she felt to be wandering while the red blood flushed to scarlet the heretofore white cheek I'm not out of my senses there is so much to be done so much and no one but me to do it you know though I can't rightly tell what it is looking up with bewilderment into mrs. Jones his face I must not go mad whatever comes at least not yet No bracing herself up something may yet be done and I must do it sailed did you say the John cropper sailed aye she went out to dock last night to be ready for the morning's tide I thought she was not to sail till tomorrow murmured Mary sold his will he's lodged a along so we all call him will replied mrs. Jones the Mater told him so leave and he never knew difference till he got to Liverpool on Friday mornin but as soon as he had he gave up going to the Isle of Man and just ran over to Lille with the mate one John Harris has friends a bit beyond Abigail II you may have heard him speak on him for their great chums though I've my own opinion of Eros and he sailed repeated Mary trying by repetition to realize the fact to herself I he went on board last night so be ready for them on his tide as I said a for and my boy went to see the ship go down the river and came back all agog with the sight yeah Charlie Charlie she called out loudly for her son but Charlie was one of those boys who are never far to seek as the Lancashire people say when anything is going on a mysterious conversation an unusual event a fire or a riot anything in short such boys are the little omnipresent people of this world Charlie had in fact being spectator and Auditor all this time there for a little while he had been engaged in dollying and a few other mischievous feats in the washing line which had prevented his attention from being fully given to his mother's conversation with the strange girl who had entered Oh Charley there you are did you not see the John cropper sail down the river this mornin tell the young woman about it but I think she hardly credits me I saw to talk down the river by a steamboat which comes the same thing replied he oh if I had become last night's moaned Mary but I never thought of it I never thought but what he knew right when he said he would be back from the alamin on Monday morning and not afore and now someone must die for my negligence die exclaimed the lad how Oh will would have proved an alibi but he's gone and what am I to do don't give up yet grab the energetic boy interested at once in the case let's have a try for him we are but where we where if we fail Mary roused herself the sympathetic we gave her heart and hope but what can be done you say he sailed what can be done but she spoke louder and in a more lifelike tone no I did not say he'd sailed mother said that and women known out about such matters you see proud of his office of instructor and insensibly influence as all about her were by Mary sweet earnest lovely countenance there's sandbanks at the mouth of the river and ships can't get over them but at high water especially ships of heavy burden like the John cropper now she was talked down the river at low water or pretty near and we'll have to lie sometime before the water will be high enough to float it over the banks so altar pier heads give a chance yet though may be able to pour one what what must I do asked Mary to whom all this explanation had been a vague mystery do said the boy impatiently why have I not told you only women beggin your pardon are so stupid or understanding about anything belonging to the sea you must get a boat and make all haste and sail after him after the John cropper you may overtake it or you may not it's just a chance but she's heavy laden and that's in your favor she'll draw many feet of water mary had humbly and eagerly oh how eagerly listened to this young sir Oracle's speech but try as she would she could only understand that she must make haste and sail somewhere I beg your pardon and her little acknowledgment of inferiority in this speech please the land and made him her still more zealous friend I beg your pardon said she but I don't know where to get a boat and their boat stands the lad laughed outright you're not long in Liverpool I guess boat stands no go down to the pier any PA will do and hire a boat you'll be at no loss when once you're there only make haste oh you need not tell me that if I but knew how said Mary trembling with eagerness but you say right I never was here before and I don't know my way to the place you speak on only tell me and I'll not lose a minute well there said the willful Lud I'm going to show her the way to the pier I'll be back in an hour or so he added in a lower tone and before the gentle mrs. Jones could collect two scattered wits sufficiently to understand half of the hastily formed plan her son was scooting down the street closely followed by Mary's half running steps presently he slackened his pace sufficiently to enable him to enter into conversation with Mary for once escaped from the reach of his mother's recalling voice he thought he might venture to indulge his curiosity him what's your name it's so awkward to be calling you young woman my name is Mary Mary Barton answered she anxious to propitiate one who seemed so willing to exert himself in her behalf or else she grudged every word which caused the slightest relaxation in her speed although her chest seemed tightened and her head throbbing from the rate at which they were walking and you want will Wilson to prove an alibi is that it yes oh yes can we not cross now no wait a minute it's the Tegel hoist and above your head I'm afraid of and who is it that's to be tried Jem Oh lad can't we get past they rushed under the grate bales quivering in the air above their heads and pressed onwards for a few minutes till master Charlie again saw fit to walk a little slower and asked a few more questions Mary is Jem your brother or your sweethearts that just so set upon saving him no no replied she but with something of a hesitation that made the shrewd boy yet more anxious to clear up the mystery perhaps he's your cousin then many a girl has a cousin who is not a sweetheart no he's neither kith nor kin to me what's the matter what he's stopping for said she with nervous terror as Charlie turned back a few steps and peered up a side street oh nothing to flurry you so Mary here to say to mother you'd never been in Liverpool before and if you look up this street you may see the back windows of our exchange such a building as Yanis with Natsumi hiding under blankets and Lord Admiral Nelson and a few more people in the middle of the court now come here as Mary in her eagerness was looking at any window that caused her eye first to satisfy the boy ear then now you can see it you can say now you've seen Liverpool exchange yes to be sure it's a beautiful window I'm sure but we near the bolts I'll stop as I come back you know only I think we'd better get on now oh if the winds in your favor you'll be down the river in no time and catch will I'll be bounced and if it's not why you know the minute it's so cute to look at the exchange will be neither here nor there another rush onwards till one of the long crossings near the docks caused a stoppage and gave Mary time for breathing and Charlie leisure to ask another question you've never said where you've come from Manchester replied she hey then you've a part of things to see Liverpool beats Manchester hollow they say a nasty smoky hole bent it are you bound to live there oh yes it's my home well I don't think I could abide a home in the middle of smoke look there now you see the river that's something now you'd give a deal for in Manchester lor and Mary did look and saw down an opening made in the forest of masts belonging to the vessels in dock the glorious River along which white sailed ships were gliding with the end signs of all nations not braving the battle but telling of the distant lands spicy or frozen that sent to that my team art for their comforts or their luxuries she saw small boats passing to and fro on that glittering highway but she also saw such puffs and clouds of smoke from the countless steamers that she wondered at Charlie's intolerance of the smoke of Manchester across the swingbridge along the pier and they stood breathless by a magnificent dock where hundreds of ships lay motionless during the process of loading and unloading the cries of the sailors the variety of languages used by the passers-by and the entire novelty of the sight compared with anything which Mary had ever seen made her feel most helpless and forlorn and she clung to her young guide as to one who alone by his superior knowledge could interpret between her and the new race of men by whom she was surrounded for a new race sailors might reasonably be considered to a girl who had hitherto seen none but in Lund Weller's and those for the greater part factory people in that new world of sight and sound she still bore one prevailing thought and though her eye glanced over the ships and the wide spreading River her mind was full of the thought of reaching will why are we here as she of Charlie there are no little boats about and I thought I was to go in a little boat though ships are never meant for short distances are they to be sure not replied he rather contemptuously but the John cropper lay in this dock and I know many of the sailors and if I could see one I knew I'd ask him to roll up the mast and see if a catch a sight of her in the offing if she's weighed their anchor no use for you're gone you know Mary assented quietly to this speech as if she were as careless as Charlie seemed now to be about her overtaking will but in truth her heart was sinking within her and she no longer felt the energy which had hitherto upheld her her bodily strength was giving way and she stood cold and shivering although the noonday Sun beat down with considerable power on the shadeless spot where she was standing his son born said Charlie and altering his manner from the patronizing key in which he had spoken to Mary he addressed a weather-beaten old sailor who came rolling along the pathway where they stood his hands in his pockets and his quid in his mouth with very much the air of one who had nothing to do but look about him and spit right and left addressing this old tar Charlie made known to him his wish in slang which to Mary was almost inaudible and quite unintelligible and which I am too much of a landlubber to repeat correctly Mary watched looks and actions with a renovated keenness of perception she saw the old man listen attentively to Charlie she saw him I heard over from head to foot and wind up his inspection with a little nod of approbation for her very shabbiness and poverty of dress were creditable science to the experienced old sailor and then she watched him leisurely swing himself onto a ship in the basin and borrowing her glass run up the mast with the speed of a monkey he'll fall said she in a fright clutching at Charlie's arm and judging the sailor from his storm marked face an unsteady walk on land to be much older than he it was Nazi said Charlie he said there mastered now see he's looking through his glass and using his arms as steady as if he were on dry land why I've been up the mast million many a time only don't tell mother she thinks I'm to be a shoemaker but that made up be mind to be a sailor only there's no go to arguing with a woman you'll not tell her Mary OC exclaimed she his secret was very safe with her for in fact she had not heard it see he's coming down he's down speak to in Charlie but unable to wait another instant she called out herself can you see the John cropper is she there yet I I he answered I'm coming quickly up to them he hurried them away to seek for a boat saying the bar was already covered and in an hour the ship would hoist her sails and be off you've the wind right against you and must use oars no time to lose they run to some steps leading down to the water they beckoned to some Waterman who suspecting the real state of the case appeared in no hurry for affair but leisurely brought their boat alongside the stairs as if it were a matter of indifference to them whether they were engaged or not while they conversed together in few words and in an undertone respecting the charge they should make oh pray make haste Cole Mary I want you to take me to the John cropper where is she charlie tell them I don't rightly know the words only make haste in the offing she is sure enough miss answered one of the men shoving Charlie on one side regarding him is too young to be a principal in the bargain I don't think we can go they said he with a wink to his companion there's the gentlemen over at New Brighton as one sews but mayhap the young woman will pay us handsome forgiving her last look at her sweetheart interpose the other oh how much do you want only make haste have enough to pay you but every moment is precious said Mary I that is as less than an hour won't save us to the mouth of the river and she'll be off by two o'clock poor Mary's ideas of plenty of money however were different to those entertained by the boatman only fourteen or fifteen shillings remained out of the sovereign Margaret of lentor and the boatman imagining plenty to mean no less than said pounds insisted upon receiving a sovereign an exorbitant fare by the by although reduced from their first demand of 30 shillings while Charlie with a boy's impatience of delay and disregard of money kept urging give it a merry they´ll none of them take you for less it's your only chance they're sent Nicholas ring in one I've only got 14 and nine pence cried she in despair after counting over her money but I'll give you my shawl and you can sell it for four or five shillings I want that much do as she in such a tone of voice but they must indeed have had hard hearts who could refuse such agonized entreaty they took her on board and in less than five minutes she was rocking and tossing in a boat for the first time in her life alone with two rough hard looking men end of chapter 27 read by Tony Foster chapter xxviii of Mary Barton by Elizabeth Gaskell this LibriVox recording is in the public domain John cropper ahoy a wet sheet and a flowing sea a wind that follows fast and fills the white and rustling sail and bends the gallant mast and bends the gallant mast my boys while like the Eagle free away the good ship flies and leaves old England on the Lee Allen Cunningham Mary had not understood that Charlie was not coming with her in fact she had not thought about it till she perceived his absence as they pushed off from the landing place and remembered that she had never thanked him for all his kind interest in her behalf and now his absence made her feel most lonely even his the little mushroom friend of an hour's growth the bolt threaded her way through the maze of larger vessels which surrounded the shore bumping against one kept off the oars from going right against another overshadowed by a third until a length they were fairly out on the broad river away from either shore the sights and sounds of land being lost in the distance and then came a sort of pause both wind and tide were against the two men and labor as they would they made but little way once Mary in her impatience had risen up to obtain a better view of the progress they had made but the men had roughly told her to sit down immediately and she had dropped on her seat like a chidden child although the impatience was still at her heart but now she grew sure they were turning off from the straight course which they had hitherto kept on the cheshire side of the river whether they had gone to avoid the force of the current and after a short time she could not help naming her conviction as a kind of nightmare dread and belief came over her that everything animate and inanimate was in league against her one sole aim and object of overtaking will they answered gruffly they saw a boatman whom they knew and were desirous of obtaining his services as steersman so that both might roll with greater effect they knew what they were about so she sat silent with clenched hands while the Polly went on the explanation was given the favour asked and granted but she was sickening all the time with nervous fear they had been rowing a long long time half a day it seemed at least yet Liverpool appeared still close at hand and Mary began almost to wonder that the men were not as much disheartened as she was when the wind which had been hitherto against them dropped and thin clouds began to gather over the sky shutting out the Sun and casting a chilly gloom over everything there was not a breath of air and yet it was colder than when the soft violence of the westerly wind had been felt the men renewed their efforts the bolt gave a bound for words at every pull of the oars the water was glassy and motionless reflecting tint by tint of the Indian ink sky above meri shivered and her heart sank within her still now they evidently were making progress then the steersman pointed to a rippling line in the river only a little way off and the men disturbed Mary who was watching the ships that lay in what appeared to her the open sea to get at their sails she gave a little start and Rose her patience her grief and perhaps her silence had begun to win upon the men yon second sir the nodded is the Jong cropper winds right now and sails will soon carry us alongside of her he had forgotten or perhaps he did not like to remind Mary that the same wind which now bore their little craft along with the easy rapid motion would also be favorable to the John cropper but as they looked with straining eyes as if to measure the decreasing distance that separated them from her they saw the sails unfurled and flap in the breeze till catching the right point they belied forth into white roundness and the ship began to plunge and Eve as if she were a living creature impatient to be off their even anchor sent one of the bowmen to the others as the faint musical cry of the sailors came floating over the waters that still separated them full of the spirit of the chase though as yet ignorance of Mary's motives the men sprang to hoist another sail it was fully as much as the bolt could bear in the Keen gusty east wind which was now blowing and she bent and labored and plowed and creaked upbraiding lee as if tasked beyond her strength but she sped along with a gallant swiftness they drew nearer and they heard the distant to hoi more clearly it ceased the anchor was up and the ship was away berry stood up steadying herself by the must and stretched out her arms imploring the flying vessel to stay its course by that mute action while the tears streamed down her cheeks the men caught up their oars and hoisted them in the air and shouted to arrest attention they were seen by the men aboard the larger craft but they were too busy with all the confusion prevalent in an outboard bound vessel to pay much attention there were coils of ropes and seamen's chests to be stumbled over at every turn there were animals not properly secured roaming bewildered about the deck adding their pitiful lowing z' and bleating x' to the aggregates of noises there were carcasses not cut up looking like corpses of sheep and pigs rather than like mutton and pork there were sailors running here and there and everywhere having had no time to fall into method and with their minds divided between thoughts of the land and the people they had left and the present duties on board ship while the captain strove hard to procure some kind of order by hasty commands given in a loud impatient voice to right and left starboard and larboard cabin and steerage as he paced the deck with a chafed step vexed at one or two little mistakes on the part of the mate and suffering himself from the pain of separation from wife and children but showing his suffering only by his out with irritation he heard a hail from the shabby little riverboat that was striving to overtake his winged ship for the men fearing that as the ship was now fairly over the bar they should only increase the distance between them and being now within shouting range had asked of Mary her more particular desire her throat was dry all musical sound had gone out of her voice within a loud harsh whisper she told the men her errand of life and death and they hailed the ship will come for one William Wilson who was wanted to prove an alibi in Liverpool Assize courts tomorrow James Wilson is to be tried for a murder done on Thursday night when he was with William Wilson anything more mrs. the boatman of Maori in a lower voice and taking his hands down from his mouth say I'm Mary Barton oh the ship is going on Oh for the love of Heaven ask them to stop the boatman was angry at the little regard paid to his summons and called out again repeating the message with the name of the young woman who sent it and ensalada it with sailors oaths the ship flew along away the boat struggled after they could see the captain take his speaking trumpet and oh and alas they heard his words he swore a dreadful oath he called Mary a disgraceful name and he said he would not stop his ship for any one nor could he part with a single hand whoever swung for it the words came in unpitying clearness with their trumpet sound Mary sat down looking like one who prays in the death agony for her eyes were turned up to that heaven where mercy dwelleth while her blue lips quivered though no sound came and she bowed her head and hid it in her hands hark young sailor hails us she looked up and her heart stopped its beating to listen William Wilson stood as near the stern of the vessel as he could get and unable to obtain the trumpet from the angry captain made a tube of his own hands so help me God Mary Barton I'll come back in the pilot bolt time enough to save the life of the innocent what does he say asked Mary wildly as the voice died away in the increasing distance while the boatman cheered in their kindled sympathy with their passenger what does he say repeated she tell me I could not hear she had heard with their ears but her brain refused to recognize the sense they repeated his speech all three speaking at once with many comments while Mary looked at them and then at the vessel now far away I don't rightly know about it said she sorrowfully what is the pilot-boat they told her and she gathered the meaning out of the sailor's slang which enveloped it there was a hope still although so slight and faint how far does the pilot go with the ship two different distances they said some pilots would go as Holyhead for the chance of the homeward bound vessels others only took the ships over the banks some captains were more cautious than others and the pilots had different ways the wind was against the homeward bound vessels so perhaps the pilots aboard the John cropper would not care to go far out how soon will he come back there were three boatman and three opinions varying from 12 hours to two days nay the man who gave his vote for the longest time on having his judgment disputed grew stubborn and doubled the time and thought it might be the end of the week before the pilot bolt came home they began disputing and urging reasons and Mary tried to understand them but independently of their nautical language a veil seemed drawn over her mind and she had no clear perception of anything that passed her very words seemed not her own and beyond her power of control for she found herself speaking quite differently to what she meant one by one her hopes had fallen away and left her desolate and though a chance yet remained she could no longer hope she felt certain it too would fade and vanish she sank into a kind of stupor all outward objects harmonized with her despair the gloomy leaden sky the deep dark waters below of a still heavier shade of color the cold flat yellow shore in the distance which no ray lightened up the nipping cutting wind she shivered with her depression of mind and body the sails were taken down of course on the return to Liverpool and the progress they made rowing and tacking was very slow the men talked together disputing about the pilots at first and then about matters of local importance in which Mary would have taken no interest at any time and she gradually became drowsy irrepressibly so indeed for in spite of her jerking efforts to keep awake she sank away to the bottom of the boat and there lay couched on a rough heap of sails rope and tackle of various kinds the measured beat of the waters against the size of the boat and the musical boom of the distant waves were more lulling than silence and she slept sound once she opened her eyes heavily and dimly saw the old gray roof boatman who had stood out the most obstinately for the full fare covering her with his thick pea jacket he had taken it off on purpose and was doing it tenderly in his way but before she could rouse herself up to thank him she had dropped off to sleep again at last in the dusk of the evening they arrived at the landing place from which they had started some hours before the men spoke to Mary but though she mechanically replied she did not stir so at length they were obliged to shake her she stood up shivering and puzzled as to her whereabouts now tell me where you're bound to missis said the gray old man and maybe I can put you in the way she slowly comprehended what he said and went through the process of recollection but very dimly and with much labour she put her hand into her pocket and pulled out her purse and shook its contents into the man's hand and then meekly began to unpin her shawl although they had turned away without asking for it no no said the older man who lingered on the step before springing into the boat and to whom she mutely offered the show keep it we done it once it it would only for to try you some folks say there's no more blunts when all the while of getting a mint thank you said she in a dull low tone where he bounced who I asked that question afore said the girl fault fellow I don't know I'm a stranger replied she quietly with a strange absence of anxiety under the circumstances which a man find out then said he sharply periods no place for a young woman to be standing on gape saying I have a card somewhere as well tell me she answered and the man partly relieved jumped into the boat which was now pushing off to make way for the arrivals from some steamer barely felt in her pocket for the card on which was written the name of the street where she was to have met mr. Bridgnorth at two o'clock where job and mrs. Wilson were to have been and where she was to have learned from the former the particulars of some respectable lodging it was not to be found she tried to brighten her perceptions and felt again and took out the little articles her pocket contained her empty purse her pocket-handkerchief and such little things but it was not there in fact she had dropped it when so eager to embark she had pulled out her purse to reckon up her money she did not know this of course she only knew it was gone it had they but little to the despair that was creeping over her but she tried a little more to help herself though every minute her mind became more cloudy she strove to remember where will had lodged but she could not name street everything had passed away and he did not signify better she were lost than found she sat down quietly on the top step of the landing and gazed down into the dark dank water below once or twice a spectral thought loomed among the shadows of her brain a wonder whether beneath that cold dismal surface there would not be rest from the troubles of Earth but she could not hold an idea before her for two consecutive moments and she forgot what she thought about before she could act upon it so she continued sitting motionless without looking up or regarding in any way the insults to which she was subjected through the darkening like the old boatman had watched her interested in her in spite of himself and his scoldings of himself when the landing place was once more comparatively clear he made his way towards it across boats and along planks swearing at himself while he did so for an old fool he shook Mary's shoulder violently damn you I asked it again where you bound him don't sit there stupid where are you going – I don't know sighed Mary come come Avast with that story you said a bit ago you had the card which was to tell you where to go I had but I've lost it never mind she looked – game down upon the black mirror below he stood by her striving to put down his better self but he could not he shook her again she looked up as if she had forgotten him what do you want as she wearily come with me and be damned tear replied he clutching her arm to pull her up she arose and followed him with the unquestioning docility of a little child end of chapter 28 read by Tony Foster chapter 29 of Mary Barton by Elizabeth Gaskell this LibriVox recording is in the public domain a true bill against gem there are who living by the legal pen are held in honor honorable men crab at five minutes before to job Lee stood upon the doorstep of the house where mr. bridgnorth lodged at a sighs time it left mrs. Wilson at the dwelling of a friend of his who had offered him a room for the old woman and Mary a room which had frequently been his on his occasional visits to Liverpool but which he was thankful now to have obtained for them as his own sleeping place was a matter of indifference to him and the town appeared crowded and disorderly on the eve of the Assizes he was shown into mr. Bridgnorth who was writing Mary and will Wilson had not yet arrived being as you know far away on the broad sea but of this job of course knew nothing and he did not as yet feel much anxiety about their non appearance he was more curious to know the result of mr. Brijnath interview that morning with gem why yes said Mr Bridgnorth putting down his pen I have seen him but to little purpose I'm afraid it's very impractical very I told him of course the tea must be perfectly open with me or else I could not be prepared for the weak points I named your name with a view of unlocking his confidence but What did he say asked job breathlessly why very little he barely answered me indeed he refused to answer some questions positively refused I don't know what I can do for him then you think him guilty sir said job desponding Lee no I don't replied mr. bridgnorth quickly and decisively much less than I did before I saw him the impression mind his only impression I rely upon your caution not to take if a fact the impression with an emphasis on the word he gave me is that he knows something about the affair but what he will not say and so the chances are if he persists in his obstinacy he'll be hung that's all he began to write again he had no time to lose but he must not be all said job with the Hemans mr. Brijnath looked up smiled a little but shook his head What did he say sir if I may be so bold as to ask continued job his words were few enough and he was so reserved and short that as I said before I can only give you the impression they conveyed to me I told him of course who I was and for what I was sent he looked pleased I thought at least his face sad enough when I went in I assure you brighten a little but he said he had nothing to say no defense to make I asked him if he was guilty then and by way of opening his heart I said I understood he'd had provocation enough and as much as I heard that the girl was very lovely and had jilted him to fall desperately in love with that handsome young Carson poor fellow but James Wilson did not speak one way or another and then went to particulars I asked him if the gun was his as his mother had declared he had not heard of her admission it was evident from his quick way of looking up and the glance of his eye but when he saw I was observing him he hung down his head again and merely said she was right it was his gun well-said job impatiently as mr. bridgnorth paused nay I have little more to tell you continued that gentleman I asked him to inform me in all confidence how it came to be found there he was silent for a time and then refused not only refused to answer that question but candidly told me he would not say another word on the subject and thanking me for it my trouble and interest in his behalf he all but dismissed me ungracious enough on the whole was it not mr. Lee and yet I assure you I am 20 times more inclined to think him innocent than before I had the interview I wish Mary Barton would come said Jobe anxiously she and will are a long time about it I that's our only chance I believe and said Mr Brijnath who was writing again I sent Johnson off before 12:00 to serve him with his subpoena and to say I wanted to speak with him he'll be here soon no doubt there was a pause mr. bridgnorth looked up again and spoke mr. Duncan promised to be here to speak his character I sent him a subpoena on Saturday night though after all juries go very little by such a general and vague testimony as that to character it is very right that they should not often but in this instance unfortunate for us as we must rest our case on the alibi the pen went again scratch scratch over the paper job grew very fidgety he sat on the edge of his chair the more readily to start up when will and Mary should appear he listened intently to every noise and every step on the stair once he heard a man's footstep and his old heart gave a leap of delight but it was only mr. Brij North's Clark bringing him a list of those cases in which the grand jury had found true bills he glanced it over and pushed it to job merely saying of course we expected this and went on with his writing there was a true bill against James Wilson of course and yet job felt now doubly anxious and sad it seemed the beginning of the end he had got by imperceptible degrees to think Jem innocent little by little this persuasion had come upon him Mary tossing about in the little bolt on the Broad River did not come nor did will job grew very restless he longed to go and watch for them out of the window but feared to interrupt mr. Brijnath at length his desire to look out was irresistible and he got up and walked carefully and gently across the room his boots creaking at every cautious step the gloom which had overspread the sky and the influence of which had been felt by Mary on the open water was yet more perceptible in the dark dull Street job grew more and more fidgety he was obliged to walk about the room but he could not keep still and he did so regardless of mr. Brijnath impatient little motions and noises as the slow stealthy creaking movements were heard backwards and forwards behind his chair he really likes job and was interested for gem else his nervousness would have overcome his sympathy long before it did but he could hold out no longer against the monotonous grating sound so at last he threw down his pen locked his portfolio and taking up his hat and gloves he told job he must go to the courts but will Wilson who's not come said job in dismay just wait while I room to his lodgings I would have done it before but I thought they'd be here every minute and I were afraid of missing them I'll be back in no time no my good fellow I really must go besides I begin to think Johnson must have made a mistake and have fixed with this William Wilson to meet me at the courts if you'd like to wait for him here pray make use of my room but I have a notion I shall find him there in which case I'll send it to your lodgings shall I you know where to find me I shall be here again my eight o'clock and with the evidence of this witness that's to prove the alibi I'll have the brief drawn out and in the hands of counsel tonight so saying he shook hands with job and went his way the old man considered for a minute as he lingered at the door and then bent his steps towards mrs. Jones's where he knew from reference to queer odd heterogeneous memoranda in an ancient black leather pocketbook that we'll lodged and where he doubted not he should hear both of him and of Mary he went there and gathered what intelligence he could out of mrs. Jones Oslo replies he asked if a young woman had been there that morning and if she had seen will Wilson know why not why I bless shipping because he sailed some hours before she came asking for him there was a dead silence broken only by the even heavy sound of mrs. Jones's ironing where is the young woman no us job somewhere down at the docks she thought Charlie would know if he was in but he wasn't he was in mischief somewhere or other she had no doubt boys always were he would break his neck someday she knew so saying she quietly spat upon her fresh iron to test its heat and then went on with her business job could have boxed her he was in such a state of irritation but he did not and he had his reward Charlie came in whistling with an air of indifference assumed to carry off his knowledge of the lateness of the hour to which he had lingered about the docks he is an old man comes to know where the young woman is who went out with me this morning said he mother after she had bestowed on him a little motherly scolding where she is now I don't know I saw the last sailing down the river after the John cropper I'm afeard she won't reach the wind changed and she would be under way and over the bar in no time she should have been back by now it took jobs some little time to understand this from the confused use of the feminine pronoun then he inquired how he could best find Mary I'll run down again to the pier said the boy and one himself finds it thou shall do no such thing said his mother setting her back against the door the lad made a comical face at job which met with no responsive look from the old man whose sympathies were naturally in favor of the parent although he would thankfully have availed himself of Charlie's offer for he was weary and anxious to return to poor mrs. Wilson who would be wondering what had become of him oh can I best find her who did she go with lat but Charlie was sullen that his mother's exercise of authority before a stranger and that that strangers grave looks when he meant to have made him laugh they were river boatman that's all I know said he but what was the name of their boat persisted job I never took no notice the a nor William or some of them common names I'll be bound what pier did she start from us job despairingly Oh as for that matter it were the stairs on the princes pier she started from but shall not come back to the same for the American steamer came up with the tide and anchored close to it blocking up the way for all the smaller craft it's a rough evening to to be out on he maliciously added well God's will be done I did all we could have saved the lad said job's sorrowfully but I'm getting very doubtful again I'm uneasy about Mary – very she's a stranger in Liverpool so she told me said Charlie that straps about for a young woman at every corner sir pity she's no one to meet her when she lands us for that's reply job I don't see how anyone could meet her when we can't tell where she would come to I must trust to her coming right she's getting spirit and sense she'll most likely before coming here again indeed I don't know what else she can do for she knows no other place in Liverpool misses if she comes will you give you son leave to bring it to number eight back Garden Court where this friends waiting for her I'll give him sixpence for his trouble mrs. Jones pleased with the reference to her gladly promised and even Charlie indignant as he was at first at the idea of his motions being under the control of his mother was modified at the prospect of the sixpence under the probability of getting nearer to the heart of the mystery but Mary never came end of chapter 29 read by Tony Foster

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