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CHAPTER II



A month after the marriage Joanna's mother died, and the couple were
obliged to turn their attention to very practical matters. Now that
she was left without a parent, Joanna could not bear the notion of
her husband going to sea again, but the question was, What could he
do at home? They finally decided to take on a grocer's shop in High
Street, the goodwill and stock of which were waiting to be disposed
of at that time. Shadrach knew nothing of shopkeeping, and Joanna
very little, but they hoped to learn.

To the management of this grocery business they now devoted all their
energies, and continued to conduct it for many succeeding years,
without great success. Two sons were born to them, whom their mother
loved to idolatry, although she had never passionately loved her
husband; and she lavished upon them all her forethought and care.
But the shop did not thrive, and the large dreams she had entertained
of her sons' education and career became attenuated in the face of
realities. Their schooling was of the plainest, but, being by the
sea, they grew alert in all such nautical arts and enterprises as
were attractive to their age.

The great interest of the Jolliffes' married life, outside their own
immediate household, had lain in the marriage of Emily. By one of
those odd chances which lead those that lurk in unexpected corners to
be discovered, while the obvious are passed by, the gentle girl had
been seen and loved by a thriving merchant of the town, a widower,
some years older than herself, though still in the prime of life. At
first Emily had declared that she never, never could marry any one;
but Mr. Lester had quietly persevered, and had at last won her
reluctant assent. Two children also were the fruits of this union,
and, as they grew and prospered, Emily declared that she had never
supposed that she could live to be so happy.

The worthy merchant's home, one of those large, substantial brick
mansions frequently jammed up in old-fashioned towns, faced directly
on the High Street, nearly opposite to the grocery shop of the
Jolliffes, and it now became the pain of Joanna to behold the woman
whose place she had usurped out of pure covetousness, looking down
from her position of comparative wealth upon the humble shop-window
with its dusty sugar-loaves, heaps of raisins, and canisters of tea,
over which it was her own lot to preside. The business having so
dwindled, Joanna was obliged to serve in the shop herself; and it
galled and mortified her that Emily Lester, sitting in her large
drawing-room over the way, could witness her own dancings up and down
behind the counter at the beck and call of wretched twopenny
customers, whose patronage she was driven to welcome gladly: persons
to whom she was compelled to be civil in the street, while Emily was
bounding along with her children and her governess, and conversing
with the genteelest people of the town and neighbourhood. This was
what she had gained by not letting Shadrach Jolliffe, whom she had so
faintly loved, carry his affection elsewhere.

Shadrach was a good and honest man, and he had been faithful to her
in heart and in deed. Time had clipped the wings of his love for
Emily in his devotion to the mother of his boys: he had quite lived
down that impulsive earlier fancy, and Emily had become in his regard
nothing more than a friend. It was the same with Emily's feelings
for him. Possibly, had she found the least cause for jealousy,
Joanna would almost have been better satisfied. It was in the
absolute acquiescence of Emily and Shadrach in the results she
herself had contrived that her discontent found nourishment.

Shadrach was not endowed with the narrow shrewdness necessary for
developing a retail business in the face of many competitors. Did a
customer inquire if the grocer could really recommend the wondrous
substitute for eggs which a persevering bagman had forced into his
stock, he would answer that 'when you did not put eggs into a pudding
it was difficult to taste them there'; and when he was asked if his
'real Mocha coffee' was real Mocha, he would say grimly, 'as
understood in small shops.'

One summer day, when the big brick house opposite was reflecting the
oppressive sun's heat into the shop, and nobody was present but
husband and wife, Joanna looked across at Emily's door, where a
wealthy visitor's carriage had drawn up. Traces of patronage had
been visible in Emily's manner of late.

'Shadrach, the truth is, you are not a business-man,' his wife sadly
murmured. 'You were not brought up to shopkeeping, and it is
impossible for a man to make a fortune at an occupation he has jumped
into, as you did into this.'

Jolliffe agreed with her, in this as in everything else.

'Not that I care a rope's end about making a fortune,' he said
cheerfully. 'I am happy enough, and we can rub on somehow.'

She looked again at the great house through the screen of bottled
pickles.

'Rub on--yes,' she said bitterly. 'But see how well off Emmy Lester
is, who used to be so poor! Her boys will go to College, no doubt;
and think of yours--obliged to go to the Parish School!'

Shadrach's thoughts had flown to Emily.

'Nobody,' he said good-humouredly, 'ever did Emily a better turn than
you did, Joanna, when you warned her off me and put an end to that
little simpering nonsense between us, so as to leave it in her power
to say "Aye" to Lester when he came along.' This almost maddened
her.

'Don't speak of bygones!' she implored, in stern sadness. 'But
think, for the boys' and my sake, if not for your own, what are we to
do to get richer?'

'Well,' he said, becoming serious, 'to tell the truth, I have always
felt myself unfit for this business, though I've never liked to say
so. I seem to want more room for sprawling; a more open space to
strike out in than here among friends and neighbours. I could get
rich as well as any man, if I tried my own way.'

'I wish you would! What is your way?'

'To go to sea again.'

She had been the very one to keep him at home, hating the semi-
widowed existence of sailors' wives. But her ambition checked her
instincts now, and she said: 'Do you think success really lies that
way?'

'I am sure it lies in no other.'

'Do you want to go, Shadrach?'

'Not for the pleasure of it, I can tell 'ee. There's no such
pleasure at sea, Joanna, as I can find in my back parlour here. To
speak honest, I have no love for the brine. I never had much. But
if it comes to a question of a fortune for you and the lads, it is
another thing. That's the only way to it for one born and bred a
seafarer as I.'

'Would it take long to earn?'

'Well, that depends; perhaps not.'

The next morning Shadrach pulled from a chest of drawers the nautical
jacket he had worn during the first months of his return, brushed out
the moths, donned it, and walked down to the quay. The port still
did a fair business in the Newfoundland trade, though not so much as
formerly.

It was not long after this that he invested all he possessed in
purchasing a part-ownership in a brig, of which he was appointed
captain. A few months were passed in coast-trading, during which
interval Shadrach wore off the land-rust that had accumulated upon
him in his grocery phase; and in the spring the brig sailed for
Newfoundland.

Joanna lived on at home with her sons, who were now growing up into
strong lads, and occupying themselves in various ways about the
harbour and quay.

'Never mind, let them work a little,' their fond mother said to
herself. 'Our necessities compel it now, but when Shadrach comes
home they will be only seventeen and eighteen, and they shall be
removed from the port, and their education thoroughly taken in hand
by a tutor; and with the money they'll have they will perhaps be as
near to gentlemen as Emmy Lester's precious two, with their algebra
and their Latin!'

The date for Shadrach's return drew near and arrived, and he did not
appear. Joanna was assured that there was no cause for anxiety,
sailing-ships being so uncertain in their coming; which assurance
proved to be well grounded, for late one wet evening, about a month
after the calculated time, the ship was announced as at hand, and
presently the slip-slop step of Shadrach as the sailor sounded in the
passage, and he entered. The boys had gone out and had missed him,
and Joanna was sitting alone.

As soon as the first emotion of reunion between the couple had
passed, Jolliffe explained the delay as owing to a small speculative
contract, which had produced good results.

'I was determined not to disappoint 'ee,' he said; 'and I think
you'll own that I haven't!'

With this he pulled out an enormous canvas bag, full and rotund as
the money-bag of the giant whom Jack slew, untied it, and shook the
contents out into her lap as she sat in her low chair by the fire. A
mass of sovereigns and guineas (there were guineas on the earth in
those days) fell into her lap with a sudden thud, weighing down her
gown to the floor.

'There!' said Shadrach complacently. 'I told 'ee, dear, I'd do it;
and have I done it or no?'

Somehow her face, after the first excitement of possession, did not
retain its glory.

'It is a lot of gold, indeed,' she said. 'And--is this ALL?'

'All? Why, dear Joanna, do you know you can count to three hundred
in that heap? It is a fortune!'

'Yes--yes. A fortune--judged by sea; but judged by land--'

However, she banished considerations of the money for the nonce.
Soon the boys came in, and next Sunday Shadrach returned thanks to
God--this time by the more ordinary channel of the italics in the
General Thanksgiving. But a few days after, when the question of
investing the money arose, he remarked that she did not seem so
satisfied as he had hoped.

'Well you see, Shadrach,' she answered, 'WE count by hundreds; THEY
count by thousands' (nodding towards the other side of the Street).
'They have set up a carriage and pair since you left.'

'O, have they?'

'My dear Shadrach, you don't know how the world moves. However,
we'll do the best we can with it. But they are rich, and we are poor
still!'

The greater part of a year was desultorily spent. She moved sadly
about the house and shop, and the boys were still occupying
themselves in and around the harbour.

'Joanna,' he said, one day, 'I see by your movements that it is not
enough.'

'It is not enough,' said she. 'My boys will have to live by steering
the ships that the Lesters own; and I was once above her!'

Jolliffe was not an argumentative man, and he only murmured that he
thought he would make another voyage.

He meditated for several days, and coming home from the quay one
afternoon said suddenly:

'I could do it for 'ee, dear, in one more trip, for certain, if--if--
'

'Do what, Shadrach?'

'Enable 'ee to count by thousands instead of hundreds.'

'If what?'

'If I might take the boys.'

She turned pale.

'Don't say that, Shadrach,' she answered hastily.

'Why?'

'I don't like to hear it! There's danger at sea. I want them to be
something genteel, and no danger to them. I couldn't let them risk
their lives at sea. O, I couldn't ever, ever!'

'Very well, dear, it shan't be done.'

Next day, after a silence, she asked a question:

'If they were to go with you it would make a great deal of
difference, I suppose, to the profit?'

''Twould treble what I should get from the venture single-handed.
Under my eye they would be as good as two more of myself.'

Later on she said: 'Tell me more about this.'

'Well, the boys are almost as clever as master-mariners in handling a
craft, upon my life! There isn't a more cranky place in the Northern
Seas than about the sandbanks of this harbour, and they've practised
here from their infancy. And they are so steady. I couldn't get
their steadiness and their trustworthiness in half a dozen men twice
their age.'

'And is it VERY dangerous at sea; now, too, there are rumours of
war?' she asked uneasily.

'O, well, there be risks. Still . . . '

The idea grew and magnified, and the mother's heart was crushed and
stifled by it. Emmy was growing TOO patronizing; it could not be
borne. Shadrach's wife could not help nagging him about their
comparative poverty. The young men, amiable as their father, when
spoken to on the subject of a voyage of enterprise, were quite
willing to embark; and though they, like their father, had no great
love for the sea, they became quite enthusiastic when the proposal
was detailed.

Everything now hung upon their mother's assent. She withheld it
long, but at last gave the word: the young men might accompany their
father. Shadrach was unusually cheerful about it: Heaven had
preserved him hitherto, and he had uttered his thanks. God would not
forsake those who were faithful to him.

All that the Jolliffes possessed in the world was put into the
enterprise. The grocery stock was pared down to the least that
possibly could afford a bare sustenance to Joanna during the absence,
which was to last through the usual 'New-f'nland spell.' How she
would endure the weary time she hardly knew, for the boys had been
with her formerly; but she nerved herself for the trial.

The ship was laden with boots and shoes, ready-made clothing,
fishing-tackle, butter, cheese, cordage, sailcloth, and many other
commodities; and was to bring back oil, furs, skins, fish,
cranberries, and what else came to hand. But much trading to other
ports was to be undertaken between the voyages out and homeward, and
thereby much money made.





Life's Little Ironies by Thomas Hardy
Category:
19th century fiction

Short stories
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