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Updated: June 21, 2025
Just at this moment Bill Haden who had returned from work at the moment that a boy running in reported that there was a row, that a horse was covered wi' blood, and two chaps all bluidy over t' hands and clothes, were agoing along wi' Jack and t' dorgs oop street to lock-oop arrived upon the spot. "What's oop, lad?" he asked as he came up.
"Now, lass," her husband said, "there be no time to lose. It be for thee to go and break it to his wife. I ha' come straight on, a purpose. I thawt to do it, but I feel like a gal myself, and it had best be told her by another woman." Jane Haden took her apron from her face. "Oh, Bill, how can I do it, and she ill, and with a two-month baby? I misdoubt me it will kill her."
I will not hope!" and while Harry moved closer to the group, to hear the names of the saved, she sat with her face buried in her hands. The very first names given were those of Jack Simpson and Bill Haden, and with a shout of joy he rushed back. The step told its tale, and Jane Haden looked up, rose as if with a hidden spring, and looked at him.
Then Jane Haden's feelings relieved themselves by a copious flood of tears; and Bill himself, though he reproached her for crying on such an occasion, did so in a husky voice. "Thou art going to leave us, Jack," Jane Haden said; "and though we shall miss thee sorely, thou mustn't go to think that Bill or me be sorry at the good fortune that be come upon you.
That's what I feel, I sha'n't even know 'em." "Don't wait here, Mrs. Haden; nought can be done now; the inspectors and managers will meet this evening, and consult what is best to be done." "Is your father down, Harry? I can't think of aught but my own, or I'd have asked afore." "No; he is in the other shift. My brother Willy is down. Come, mother, let me take you home." But Mrs.
Not satisfied with his inability to solve the question Jack took his mother into his confidence. Jane Haden smiled. "Noa, Jack, I don't think as how thou canst give Nell Hardy a dress. She is a good quiet girl and keeps herself respectable, which, taking into account them she comes from, is a credit to her, but I don't think thou could'st gi' her a gown." "But why not, mother?" Jack persisted.
"We be all right, Jack; if we ain't we ought to be, when we've got no children to keep, and get nigh as much as them as has." "Eight shillings a week now, ain't it?" Mrs. Haden nodded. Jack looked round. "Holloa!" he said, "the clock's gone, and the new carpet!" "Well, you see, my boy," Mrs. Haden said, hesitatingly, "Bill is down-hearted sometimes, and he wants a drop of comfort."
Brook, who presided at the meeting, added on his own account a chain to match. It needed almost force on the part of Bill Haden to compel Jack to be present on this occasion. When he was led up, flushed with confusion, to Mr. Brook, amid the cheers of the crowd of those in the room, he listened with head hung down to the remarks of his employer.
"Noa, why should I?" Jack said; "I heard 'ee say that the ropes were new last month, so there ain't nothin to be afeard on!" "That is the young un they call Bull-dog, ain't it, Bill?" "Ay!" Bill Haden answered; "he's game, he is; you can't make him yelp. I've licked him till I was tired, but he never whimpered.
Seymour Haden, and here is part of the reply: "First, I am delighted to hear that the improvement in your health maintains itself; next, that I shall be very happy to do you a plate for the 'Portfolio. I was with Macmillan the other day, and heard from him that you were at work upon a new edition of 'Etching and Etchers. He spoke so well of you and of your work, that I am empresse to report him to you in this.
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