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Updated: May 6, 2025
'Sithee Dad ! an' he lift' hissen up, catches at th' floatin' sun shine, laughs at it, and fa's back dead, Mester. "I've allus thowt 'at th' Lord-a'-moighty knew what He wur doin' when he gi' th' woman t' Adam i' th' Garden o' Eden. He knowed he wur nowt but a poor chap as couldna do fur hissen; an' I suppose that's th' reason he gi' th' woman th' strength to bear trouble when it comn.
He'd never writ back to me nor sent me no help, but I couldna think he wur dead till th' letter comn. He wur killed th' first month he wur out fightin' th' Rooshians. Poor fellow! Poor Phil! Th' Lord ha' mercy on him!
An' then Dan comn an' he made way wi' yo' as he made way wi' aw th' rest men an' women an' children. He niwer worked an' waited as I did he niwer thowt an' prayed as I did; everything come easy wi' him everything allus did come easy wi' him, an' when I seed him so light-hearted an' careless about what I wur cravin' it run me daft an' blind.
"Dunnot yo' turn agen me," he whispered: "yo' wouldna if yo' knew." "But I dunnot know," Bess answered, a trifle doggedly, despite her inward relentings. "I comn to yo'," persisted the lad, "because I thowt yo' wouldna turn agen me: yo' wouldna," patiently again, "if yo' knew." Gradually the ponderous witticism in which Janner had indulged became an accepted joke in the settlement.
God forgi' him, an' oh, God forgi' me! "Theer, Mester, theer's a story fur thee. What dost ta' think o't? My poor lass wasna my wife at aw th' little chap's mother wasna his feyther's wife, an' never had been. That theer worthless fellow as beat an' starved her an' left her to fight th' world alone, had comn back alive an' well, ready to begin agen.
I'd like to ha' heard her say one word, as happen she would ha' said if she'd been here, an' tell her 'at if she had ha' said it th' tide mought ha' comn an' welcome but she didna, an' theer it stands." And the sob that burst from his breast was like the sob of a death-stricken child.
When he returned an hour or so later, the more restful look Langley had fancied he had seen on his face of late had faded out: the old unawakened heaviness had returned. He was nervous and ill at ease, shrinking and conscious. "I've comn to say good-neet to yo'," he said hesitatingly to the invalid. "Th' young lady says as she an' her feyther will tak' my place a bit. I'll coom i' th' mornin'."
"Bring me my jacket," he said, "an' lay it o'er my face. Theer's a bit o' a posie in th' button-hole. I getten it out o' th' missus's garden when I comn away. I'd like to howld it i' my hand if it's theer yet."
The river at this place is yards wide and about 10 feet water Cought a rat in our Stores, which had done some mischief, this rat was about the Sise of a Comn. large rat, larger ears, long whiskers & toes, with a tail long & hairey like a ground Squirel, verry fine fur and lighter than the Common rat.
"Fro' Lancashire," he repeated in a voice as wearied as his action "fro' th' Deepton coalmines theer. You'll know th' name on 'em, I ha' no doubt. Th' same company owns 'em as owns these." "What!" said an outsider "Langley an 'em?" The boy turned himself round and nodded. "Ay," he answered "them. That was why I comn here. I comn to get work fro' fro' him."
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