The Argosy — page 108: what you’re looking at

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The Story of Charles Strange. 93 has been growing for years and years. I think it came on, first, from idleness pe ‘ From idleness !” ‘‘T mean what I say, sir. She married master fora home, as it were, and she didn’t care forhim. She cared for somebody else—but things wouldn’t work convenient, and they had to part. Miss Emma Chantry was high-born and beautiful, but she had no money, and the gentle- man had no money either, so it would not do. It was all over and done with long before she knew Mr. Brightman. Well, sir, she married and come home here. But she never liked the place; com: mercial, she said, these neighbourhoods was, round London, and the people were beneath her. So she wouldn’t visit, and she wouldn’t sew nor read ; she’d just sit all day long with her hands afore her, a doing of nothing. I saw that as soon as I took service here. ‘Wait,’ said I to myself, ‘ till the baby comes.’ Well, it came, sweet little Miss Annabel, but it didn’t make a pin’s difference: missis got a maid for it, and then a governess, and .turned her over to them. No more babies followed ; pity but what a score of ’em had ; they might have roused her from her apathy.” ‘But surely she did not give way, as you call it, then?” * No, not then. She was just ate up with weariness; she found no pleasure in life, and she did no work in it; when morning broke she’d wish the day was over; and when night came she’d wish it was morning; and so the years went by. ‘Then she got to say—it come on quite imperceptible—‘ Hatch, get me a glass of wine ; I’m so low and exhausted.’ And I used to get her one, thinking no- thing. She took it then, just because she wanted something to rouse her, and didn’t know what. ‘That was the beginning of it, Mr. Charles.” **A very unfortunate beginning.” “But,” continued Hatch, “after a while, she got to like the wine, and in course o’ time, she couldn’t do without it; a glass now and a glass then between her meals, besides what she took with them, and it was a great deal; pretty nigh a bottle a-day I fancy, altogether. Master couldn’t make out how it was his wine went, and he spoke sharp to Perry ; and when missis found that, she took to have some in on her own account, unbeknowing to him. Then it grew to brandy. Upon the slightest excuse, just a stitch in her side, or her finger aching, she would say ‘ Hatch, I must have half aglass of hot brandy-and-water.’ Folks don’t stop at the first liquor, sir, when it gets to that pitch ; my step-uncle would have swallowed vitrol sooner than have kept to beer.” ‘Hatch, this is a painful tale.” “And I’ve not finished of it,” was Hatch’s response. ‘‘ Missis had an illness a year or eighteen months back; I daresay you remember it, sir. Weak enough she was when she began to get about; some people thought she wouldn’t live. ‘She must take stimilinks to Cconnicloooks (C(O) im