A Humble Enterprise - The Original Classic Edition. Ada Cambridge

      A Humble Enterprise, by Ada Cambridge

       Title: A Humble Enterprise Author: Ada Cambridge Illustrator: St. Clair Simmons

       Release Date: October 27, 2011 [EBook #37866] Language: English

       *** A HUMBLE ENTERPRISE ***

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       A

       HUMBLE ENTERPRISE

       BY

       ADA CAMBRIDGE

       AUTHOR OF

       "THE THREE MISS KINGS," "FIDELIS," "A LITTLE MINX," ETC.

       WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY ST. CLAIR SIMMONS Second Edition

       LONDON

       WARD, LOCK, & BOWDEN, LIMITED WARWICK HOUSE, SALISBURY SQUARE, E.C.

       NEW YORK AND MELBOURNE

       1896

       [All rights reserved]

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       "Pinned the fragrant morsel to her throat." A Humble Enterprise. Page 97.

       CONTENTS.

      CHAP.

      PAGE

      I.

      THE GOVERNOR-GENERAL

      9

      II.

      HER FIRST FRIEND 24

      III.

      AFLOAT 33

      IV.

      THE HERO 45

      V.

      HE MEETS THE HEROINE

      56

      VI.

      THE INEVITABLE ENSUES

      69

      VII. THERE ARE SUCH WOMEN IN THE WORLD 82

       VIII. ANOTHER POINT OF VIEW 92

       IX. THE POTENTIAL HUSBAND 105

       X. AS THE WIND BLOWS 115

       XI. NATURE SPEAKS 125

       XII. TWO WISE MEN 138

       XIII. TWO UNWISE WOMEN 150

       XIV. A WEAK FATHER 159

       XV. A STRAW AGAINST THE TIDE 171

       XVI. A STAR IN TWILIGHT 184

       XVII. "YOU NEED NOT EXPECT ME BACK" 193

       XVIII. JENNY IS TREATED LIKE A LADY 204

       XIX. WOMAN'S RIGHTS REFUSED 216

       XX. SHE CARES NOT 228

       XXI. THE BEST AVAILABLE 236

       A HUMBLE ENTERPRISE CHAPTER I

       THE GOVERNOR-GENERAL

       Joseph Liddon was deaf, and one day, when he was having a holiday in the country, he crossed a curving railway line, and a train, sweeping round the corner when he was looking another way, swept him out of existence. On his shoulder he was carrying the infrequent and delightful gun--reminiscent of happy days in English coverts and stubble fields--and in his hand he held a dangling hare, about the cooking of which he was dreaming pleasantly, wondering whether his wife would have it jugged or baked. When they stopped the train and gathered him up, he was as dead as the hare, dissolved into mere formless tatters, and his women-folk were not allowed to see him afterwards. They came up from town to the inquest and funeral--wife and two daughters, escorted by a downy-lipped son--all dazed and bewildered in their suddenly transformed world; and a gun and a broken watch and a few studs, that had been carefully washed and polished, were the only "remains" on which they could expend the valedictory kiss and tear. Their last memory of him was full of the gay bustle of farewell at Spencer Street when he set forth upon his trip. It was such an event for

       him to have a holiday, and to go away by himself, that the whole family had to see him off. Even young Joe was on the platform to carry his father's bag, and buy him the evening papers, his train being the Sydney express, which did not leave till after office hours. When they knew how the holiday had ended, their bitter regrets for not having accompanied him further were greatly soothed by the knowledge that they had gone with him so far--had closed their life together with an act of love that had made him happy.

       He had been born a gentleman in the technical sense, and had lived a true man in every sense. In spite of this--to a great extent, probably, because of it--he had not been very successful in the world; that is to say, he had not made himself important or rich. Money had not come to him with his gentle blood, and he had not had the art to command it, nor ever would have had. It is a pursuit that requires the whole energies of one's mind, and his mind had been distributed a good deal. He was fond of books, which was a fatal weakness; he was fond of little scientific experiments, which was worse; he was indifferent to the sovereign rule of public

       opinion and the advantages enjoyed by those who can cut a dash, which was worst of all. And, besides, he was deaf. He had begun to grow deaf when quite a young man, after having a fever, and by the time he was fifty one had to shout at him.

       So, when at fifty-six he met his untimely end, because he could not hear the train behind him, he was in the position of a clerk in a merchant's office, highly valued and trusted indeed, but worth no more than PS370 per annum, which salary he had received for six-teen years. The PS70 had paid the rent of the little house in which he had dwelt with his family for the greater part of that time, and

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       on the remainder they had lived quite comfortably, in a small way, by dint of good management, without owing a penny to anybody. Mrs. Liddon, otherwise a comparatively uncultured person, was an accomplished cook and domestic administrator; Jenny, the eldest daughter, in whom the qualities of both parents blended, got up early in the morning to buy provisions at the market, and did all the dressmaking for the family; Joe, a junior in his father's office, paid something for his board, and otherwise kept and clothed himself; and Sarah, the youngest, who had a bent spine, was literary, like her father, in whose intellectual pursuits she had had the largest share, and morally indispensable, though not practically supporting, in the economy of the household.

       When the father was gone, the income was gone too, and the home as it had been. Mother and children found themselves possessed of PS500, paid by an insurance office, and their little family belongings, and a few pounds that had been kept in store for the casual rainy day. To this the firm who had employed him would have added a gift of PS100 had the pride of these humble folks allowed it; and their relatives were also prepared to "do something" in the way of what seemed necessary help. But the first resolution come to by the bereaved ones, when resolutions had to be taken, was to decline all such help and depend upon themselves. That being settled, they sat down to consult together as to how they might invest their capital to the best advantage, so as to make it the foundation

       of their future livelihood. Jenny called the meeting a few days after their return from the funeral, and insisted that all should rouse themselves to a sense of the extreme seriousness of the situation.

       "We must at once set to work," she said impressively; "and we must not shilly-shally about it either. Make your suggestions first, and then, if I don't like them, I will make mine. What is your notion, mother?"

       "Oh, my dear, I'm sure I don't know," quavered Mrs. Liddon, as she drew forth the constant handkerchief; "I have no heart to think of anything yet." She sobbed. "I suppose a boarding-house--that's the usual thing. We must have our own house and keep together; I could never bear to part with any of you--all I've got now!" The handkerchief went to her eyes, "Certainly we will all keep together," the children declared, extending arms towards her. "That's understood, of course. That's what we are planning for, first of all."

       "And seeing