第145章
- Elinor Wyllys
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- 2016-03-02 16:28:55
"Like most sailors, Mr. Stanley has kept but few papers," observed Mr. Reed.
"He has been as careless about his documents, as he was about his property--he has lost some of the greatest importance," observed Mr. Clapp. "Here is something, though, that will speak for him," added the lawyer, as he handed Mrs. Stanley a book. It was a volume of the Spectator, open at the blank leaves, and showing the following words: "John William Stanley, Greatwood, 1804;" and below, these, "William Stanley, 1810;" the first sentence was in the hand-writing of the father, the second in the half-childish characters of the son; both names had every appearance of being autographs. The opposite page was partly covered with names of ships, scratches of the pen, unconnected sentences, and one or two common sailor expressions. Mrs. Stanley's eyes grew dim for an instant, after she had read the names of her husband and step-son--she passed the book to Mr. Wyllys; he took it, examined it closely, but found nothing to complain of in its appearance.
{"the Spectator" = English daily periodical published by Richard Steele (1672-1729) and Joseph Addison (1672-1719) between 1711 and 1714; the eight volumes of the Spectator have been reprinted frequently in book form ever since}
"This is only the third volume; have you the whole set?" he asked, turning to the sailor.
"No, sir; I left the rest at home."
"Is there such a set at Greatwood?" asked Mr. Wyllys, turning to Mrs. Stanley.
"There is," replied the lady, in a low voice, "and one volume missing."
Hazlehurst asked to look at the book; it was handed to him by Mr. Wyllys. He examined it very carefully, binding, title-page, and contents; Mr. Clapp watching him closely at the moment.
"Do you suspect the hand-writing?" asked the lawyer.
"Not in the least," replied Hazlehurst. "You have read this volume often I suppose," he added, turning to the sailor.
"Not I," was the reply; "I ain't given to reading in any shape; my shipmates have read that 'ere book oftener than I have."
"Did you carry it with you in all your voyages?"
"No; I left it ashore half the time."
"How long have you had it in your possession?"
"Since I first went to sea."
"Indeed! that is singular; I should have said, Mr. Clapp," exclaimed Harry, suddenly facing the lawyer, "that only four years since, I read this very volume of the Spectator at Greatwood!"
If Hazlehurst expected Mr. Clapp to betray confusion, he was disappointed.
"You may have read some other volume," was the cool reply; although Harry thought, or fancied, that he traced a muscular movement about the speaker's eyelids, as he uttered the words:
"That volume has been in the possession of Mr. Stanley since he first went to sea."
"Is there no other copy of the Spectator at your country-place, Mrs. Stanley?" asked Mr. Reed.
"There is another edition, entire, in three volumes," said Mrs. Stanley.
"I had forgotten it" said Hazlehurst; "but I am, nevertheless, convinced that it was this edition which I read, for I remember looking for it on an upper shelf, where it belonged."
"It was probably another volume of the same edition; there must be some half-dozen, to judge by the size of this," observed Mr. Reed.
"There were eight volumes, but one has been missing for years," said Mrs. Stanley.
"It was this which I read, however," said Harry; "for I remember the portrait of Steele, in the frontispiece."
"Will you swear to it?" asked Mr. Clapp, with a doubtful smile.
"When I do take an oath, it will not be lightly, sir," replied Hazlehurst.
"It is pretty evident, that Mr. Hazlehurst will not be easily satisfied," added Mr. Clapp, with an approach to a sneer. "Shall we go on, Mr. Reed, or stop the examination?"
Mrs. Stanley professed herself anxious to ask other questions; and as she had showed more symptoms of yielding than the gentlemen, the sailor's counsel seemed to cherish hopes of bringing her over to their side. At her request, Mr. Wyllys then proceeded to ask some questions, which had been agreed upon before the meeting.
"What is your precise age, sir?"
"I shall be thirty-seven, the tenth of next August."
"Where were you born?"
"At my father's country-place, in ----- county, Pennsylvania."
"When were you last there before his death?"
"After my whaling voyage in the Sally-Ann, in the summer of 1814."
"How long did you stay at home on that occasion?"
"Three months; until I went to sea in the Thomas Jefferson."
"What was your mother's name, sir?"
"My mother's name was Elizabeth Radcliffe."
"What were the names of your grand-parents?" added Mr. Wyllys, quickly.
"My grandfather Stanley's name was William; I am named after him.
My grandmother's maiden name was Ellis--Jane Ellis."
"What were the Christian names of your grand-parents, on your mother's side?"
"Let me see--my memory isn't over-good: my grandfather Radcliffe was named John Henry."
"And your grandmother?"
The sailor hesitated, and seemed to change colour; but, perhaps it was merely because he stooped to pick up his handkerchief.
"It's curious that I can't remember her Christian name," said he, looking from one to another; "but I always called her grandmother;--that's the reason, I suppose."