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Updated: June 13, 2025
That was Friday, and towards noon word came from Kirk Michael that the Deemster had died on the afternoon of the day before. "Then they ought to put Philip Christian in his place," she said promptly; "I'm sure no one deserves it better." They had been talking in low tones in the kitchen with their backs to her, but faced about with looks of astonishment.
The woman gave a piteous cry, let go her hold of the bar, sank back to the seat behind her, brushed up the wet black veil, and covered her face with her hands. "Sit down this instant, Mr. Gawne," said the Deemster hotly, and there was a murmur of approval from behind. "We must not keep this woman a moment longer."
At five in the evening the Deemster rose and said, "The Court will adjourn for an hour, gentlemen." Philip took his own refreshments in the Deemster's room Jem-y-Lord was with him then put off his wig and gown, and slipped through the prisoners' yard at the back and round the corner to Elm Cottage. It was now quite dark.
It was one of a line of houses having brass plates, each with its name, and always the word Advocate. Philip's house bore one plate only, a small one, with the name hardly legible in the uneertain light. It ran The Deemster Christian. Having spelt out this inscription, Pete crept away. That was the last house in the island at which he wished to call.
'It's not that, Mr. Cottier, she answered me." "My wig and gown to-day, Jemmy," said Philip, and he went out in his robes as Deemster. The day was bright, and the streets were thronged with vehicles. Brakes, wagonettes, omnibuses, private carriages, and cadger's carts all loaded to their utmost, were climbing out of Douglas by way of the road to Peel.
And all the time her boy was making himself a great, great man until he got to be Deemster.
Philip laughed noisily. The miserable man was writhing in his seat. "Take an old fiddler's advice, Deemster have nothing to do with the women. When they're young they're kittens to play with you, but when they're old they're cats to scratch you." Pete twisted his body until the whole breadth of his back blocked the parson from Philip's face. "A fortnight ago, you were saying, sir?"
"Ah! yes, wasn't she first tried the day the Deemster fell ill in court?" "Men are too tender with such creatures." Philip had risen again. "Your Excellency, I have done the last of my duties as Deemster." His voice had hoarsened. He was a worn and stricken figure. The ex Governor's warmth had been somewhat cooled by the unexpected interruption.
He could see them leaving their cards at his door and driving hurriedly off. They must do that much. It was the bitter pill which the Deemster's doings made them swallow. Then he could see his wife sitting alone, a miserable woman, despised envied, isolated, shut off from her own class by her marriage with the Deemster, and from his class by the Deemster's marriage with her.
It was that of promulgating the laws. Philip's senior colleague, the old Deemster of the happy face, read the titles of the laws in English. Then the Coroner of the premier sheading began to recite the same titles in Manx. Nobody heard them; hardly anybody listened.
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