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So one night Tommy and his Betty went clean off, and nobody's heard nothing no more on 'em, nor of their Sammul neither; and what's strangest thing of all, when they came to search the house arter it were known as Tommy had flitted, they found some great letters sticking to the chamber-floor in black and red; they was verses out of the Bible and Testament.
Thomas wasn't right in his head arter his lad Sammul went off, so he took up with them Brierleys, and turned teetotaller; and then his missus, but I canna tell ye what she said about poor mother. I were fair upset, ye may be sure, when she told me her sad end; but old Anne were so full of her story that she didna heed anything else.
I've prayed, and fayther's prayed too, scores of times; and he's had more faith nor me though we've both begun to lose heart but we've never forgot ye, Sammul. Oh, I shall be happy now. "And he's a total abstainer," said Samuel, "and, he humbly hopes, a gradely Christian." "Oh, that's best, that's best of all," cried his sister, again throwing her arms around him.
"Well, Thomas." "Alice, you know I have been up at Ned's. Ned's a quiet, civil man, and a gradely Christian too. I wish our house had been like his; we shouldn't have lost our Sammul then." "Well, my word! what's come over you, Thomas? Why, sure you're not a- going to be talked over by yon Brierley folk!" exclaimed his wife.
You wouldn't believe, how strange I felt you might have knocked me down with a feather; so I just goes across to old Jenny's to ax her to come and look at him, for I thought he mightn't be right in his head. I wasn't gone many minutes, but when I got back our Sammul were not there, but close by where he were sitting I seed summat lapped up in a piece of papper, lying on the table.
A mile more of rapid walking, and he reached his brother-in-law's cottage. "Eh, Thomas, is it you?" cried John's wife. "Don't stand on the door- step, man, but come in." "Have you seen our Sammul?" asked Johnson, in an agitated voice. "Your Sammul? no, he hasn't been here. But what ails you, Thomas?" The other could not speak, but sinking down into a chair, buried his face in his hands.
But oh, mother, mother, you and fayther mustn't do by him as you have done! you'll snap the spring if you strain it too hard; you must draw our Sammul, you mustn't drive him, or maybe you'll drive him right away from home, if you haven't driven him now." So saying, she closed the door with a heavy heart, and took the same road that her father had gone before her.
Still he doesn't speak, but just gets up and goes to the door, and then to the hearth- stone, and then he claps his head on his hands as though he were fretting o'er summat. `Aren't you well, Sammul? says I. `Quite well, mother, says he, very short like.
He hears what was going on, and takes me to a temperance inn and gives me a good breakfast, and asks me if I'd go with him to Australia as cabin-boy." "To Australia!" exclaimed both Thomas and Betty; "have you really been to Australia, Sammul?" "Ay, that I have, and back again too.
Carefully concealing the knife in her clothes, she hurried home at the top of her speed; but before she quite reached the door, the thought suddenly smote full and forcibly on her heart, "If fayther has killed poor Sammul, what will he be? A murderer!" She grew at once desperately calm, and walked quietly into the house.
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