Short Cruises | Page 3

travelling in the train
from Ireland day before yesterday, and you made it worse going for a
ride on the outside of a 'bus with me and a couple o' ladies. See? Try
'usky whispers now."
Mr. Henshaw tried, and his friend, observing that he was taking but a
languid interest in the scheme, was loud in his praises. "I should never
'ave known you," he declared. "Why, it's wonderful! Why didn't you
tell me you could act like that?"
Mr. Henshaw remarked modestly that he had not been aware of it
himself, and, taking a more hopeful view of the situation, whispered
himself into such a state of hoarseness that another visit for refreshment
became absolutely necessary.
"Keep your 'art up and practise," said Mr. Stokes, as he shook hands
with him some time later. "And If you can manage it, get off at four
o'clock to-morrow and we'll go round to see her while she thinks you're
still at work."

Mr. Henshaw complimented him upon his artfulness, and, with some
confidence in a man of such resource, walked home in a more cheerful
frame of mind. His heart sank as he reached the house, but to his relief
the lights were out and his wife was in bed.
He was up early next morning, but his wife showed no signs of rising.
The cupboard was still empty, and for some time he moved about
hungry and undecided. Finally he mounted the stairs again, and with a
view to arranging matters for the evening remonstrated with her upon
her behavior and loudly announced his intention of not coming home
until she was in a better frame of mind. From a disciplinary point of
view the effect of the remonstrance was somewhat lost by being
shouted through the closed door, and he also broke off too abruptly
when Mrs. Henshaw opened it suddenly and confronted him.
Fragments of the peroration reached her through the front door.
Despite the fact that he left two hours earlier, the day passed but slowly,
and he was in a very despondent state of mind by the time he reached
Mr. Stokes's lodging. The latter, however, had cheerfulness enough for
both, and, after helping his visitor to change into fresh clothes and part
his hair in the middle instead of at the side, surveyed him with grinning
satisfaction. Under his directions Mr. Henshaw also darkened his
eyebrows and beard with a little burnt cork until Mr. Stokes declared
that his own mother wouldn't know him.
"Now, be careful," said Mr. Stokes, as they set off. "Be bright and
cheerful; be a sort o' ladies' man to her, same as she saw you with the
one on the 'bus. Be as unlike yourself as you can, and don't forget
yourself and call her by 'er pet name."
"Pet name!" said Mr. Henshaw, indignantly. "Pet name! You'll alter
your ideas of married life when you're caught, my lad, I can tell you!"
He walked on in scornful silence, lagging farther and farther behind as
they neared his house. When Mr. Stokes knocked at the door he stood
modestly aside with his back against the wall of the next house.
"Is George in?" inquired Mr. Stokes, carelessly, as Mrs. Henshaw

opened the door.
"No," was the reply.
Mr. Stokes affected to ponder; Mr. Henshaw instinctively edged away.
"He ain't in," said Mrs. Henshaw, preparing to close the door.
"I wanted to see him partikler," said Mr. Stokes, slowly. "I brought a
friend o' mine, name o' Alfred Bell, up here on purpose to see 'im."
Mrs. Henshaw, following the direction of his eyes, put her head round
the door.
"George!" she exclaimed, sharply.
[Illustration: George! she exclaimed, sharply 024]
Mr. Stokes smiled. "That ain't George," he said, gleefully; "That's my
friend, Mr. Alfred Bell. Ain't it a extraordinary likeness? Ain't it
wonderful? That's why I brought 'im up; I wanted George to see 'im."
Mrs. Henshaw looked from one to the other in wrathful bewilderment.
"His living image, ain't he?" said Mr. Stokes. "This is my pal George's
missis," he added, turning to Mr. Bell.
"Good afternoon to you," said that gentleman, huskily.
"He got a bad cold coming from Ireland," explained Mr. Stokes, "and,
foolish-like, he went outside a 'bus with me the other night and made it
worse."
"Oh-h!" said Mrs. Henshaw, slowly. "Indeed! Really!"
"He's quite curious to see George," said Mr. Stokes. "In fact, he was
going back to Ireland tonight if it 'adn't been for that. He's waiting till
to-morrow just to see George."

Mr. Bell, in a voice huskier than ever, said that he had altered his mind
again.
"Nonsense!" said Mr. Stokes, sternly. "Besides, George would like to
see you. I s'pose he won't be long?" he added, turning to Mrs.
Hen-shaw, who was