Johnny Ludlow Third Series Part 46

"It's a'most as s.h.i.+ny as silk. I say, Mrs. Reed, d'ye think this 'ud wear?"

"It would wear for ever," put in Jellico. "Ten yards of it would make as good a gown as ever went on a lady's back; and the cost is but two s.h.i.+llings a yard."

"Two s.h.i.+llings! Let's see--what 'ud that come to? Why, twenty, wouldn't it? My patience, I shouldn't never dare to run up that score for one gownd."

Jellico laughed pleasantly. "You take it, Mrs. Dovey. It just suits your bright cheeks. Pay me when you can, and how you can: sixpence a-week, or a s.h.i.+lling a-week, or two s.h.i.+llings, as you can make it easy. It's like getting a gown for nothing."

"So it is," cried Ann Dovey, in a glow of delight. And by the tone, Mr.

Jellico no doubt knew that she had as good as yielded to the temptation.

He got out his yard measure.

"Ten yards?" said he.

"I'm a'most afeard. Will you promise, sir, not to bother me for the money faster than I can pay it?"

"You needn't fear no bothering from me; only just keep up the trifle you've got to pay off weekly."

He measured off the necessary length. "You'll want some ribbon to trim it with, won't you?" said he.

"Ribbin--well, I dun know. Dovey might say ribbin were too smart for me."

"Not a bit on't, Ann Dovey," spoke up another woman--and _she_ was our carter's wife, Susan Potter. "It wouldn't look nothing without some ribbin. That there narrer gra.s.s-green satin 'ud be nice upon't."

"And that gra.s.s-green ribbon's dirt cheap," said Jellico. "You'd get four or five yards of it for a s.h.i.+lling or two. Won't _you_ be tempted now?" he added to Susan Potter. She laughed.

"Not with them things. I shouldn't never hear the last on't if Potter found out I went on tick for finery. He's rough, sir, and might beat me.

I'd like a check ap.r.o.n, and a yard o' calico."

"Perhaps I might take a ap.r.o.n or two, sir, if you made it easy," said Mrs. d.i.c.kon.

"Of course I'll make it easy; and a gown too if you'll have it. Let me cut you off the fellow to this of Mrs. Dovey's."

Peggy d.i.c.kon shook her head. "It ain't o' no good asking me, Mr.

Jellico. Ann Dovey can buy gownds; she haven't got no children; I've a bushel on 'em. No; I don't dare. I wish I might! Last year, up at Cookhill Wake, I see a sweet gownd, not unlike this, what had got green ribbins upon it," added the woman longingly.

Being (I suppose) a kind of Mephistopheles in his line, Mr. Tobias Jellico accomplished his wish and cut off a gown against her judgment.

He sold other gowns, and "ribbins," and trumpery; the yard measure had nearly as little rest as the women's tongues. Mrs. Reed's turn to be served seemed to come last; after the manner of her betters, she yielded precedence to her guests.

"Now for me, sir," she said. "You've done a good stroke o' business here to-day, Mr. Jellico, and I hope you won't objec' to change that there gownd piece as I bought last Monday for some'at a trifle stronger. Me and some others have been a-looking at it, and we don't think it'll wear."

"Oh, I'll change it," readily answered Jellico. "You should put a few more s.h.i.+llings on, Mrs. Reed: better have a good thing when you're about it. It's always cheaper in the end."

"Well, I suppose it is," she said. "But I'm a'most frightened at the score that'll be running up."

"It's easily wiped off," answered the man, pleasantly. "Just a s.h.i.+lling or two weekly."

There was more chaffering and talking; and after that came the c.h.i.n.k of money. The women had each a book, and Jellico had his book, and they were compared with his, and made straight. As he came out with the pack on his back, he saw me sitting on the bench, and looked hard at me: whether he knew me again, I can't say.

Just then Frank Stirling ran by, turning down Piefinch Lane. I went after him: the women's tongues inside were working like so many steam-engines, and it was as well to let them run down before speaking to Mrs. Reed.

Half-way down Piefinch Lane on the left, there was a turning, called Piefinch Cut. It had grown into a street. All kinds of shops had been opened, dealing in small wares: and two public-houses. A p.a.w.nbroker from Alcester had opened a branch establishment here--which had set the world gaping more than they would at a wild-beast show. It was managed by a Mr. Figg. The three gilt b.a.l.l.s stood out in the middle of the Cut; and the blacksmith's forge, to which Stirling was bound, was next door. He wanted something done to a piece of iron. While we were standing amidst the sparks, who should go into the house the other side the way but Jellico and his pack!

"Yes, he should come into mine, he should, that fellow," ironically observed John Dovey: who was a good-natured, dark-eyed little man, with a tolerable share of sense. "I'd be after trundling him out again, feet foremost."

"Is he a travelling hawker?" asked Stirling.

"He's a sight worse, sir," answered Dovey. "If you buy wares off a hawker you must pay for 'em at the time: no money, no goods. But this fellow seduces the women to buy his things on tick, he does: Tuesday arter Tuesday he comes prowling into this here Cut, and does a roaring trade. His pack'll walk out o' that house a bit lighter nor it goes in.

Stubbs's wife lives over there; Tanken's wife, she lives there; and there be others. If I hadn't learnt that n.o.body gets no good by interfering atween men and their wives, I'd ha' telled Stubbs and Tanken long ago what was going on."

It had been on the tip of my tongue to say where I had just seen Jellico, and the trade he was doing. Remembering in time that Mrs. Dovey had been one of the larger purchasers, I kept the news in.

"His name's Jellico," continued Dovey, as he hammered away at Stirling's iron. "He have got a fine shop somewhere over at Evesham. It's twelve or fifteen months now, Master Johnny, since he took to come here. When first I see him I wondered where the deuce the hawker's round could be, appearing in the Cut so quick and reg'lar; but I soon found he was no reg'lar hawker. Says I to my wife, 'Don't you go and have no dealings with that there pest, for I'll not stand it, and I might be tempted to stop it summary.' 'All right, Jack,' says she; 'when I want things I'll deal at the old shop at Alcester.' But there's other wives round about us doing strokes and strokes o' trade with him; 'tain't all of 'em, Master Ludlow, as is so sensible as our Ann."

Considering the stroke of trade I had just seen done by Ann Dovey, it was as well not to hear this.

"If he's not a hawker, what is he?" asked Stirling, swaying himself on a beam in the roof; and I'm sure I did not know either.

"It's a cursed system," hotly returned John Dovey; "and I say that afore your faces, young gents. It may do for the towns, if they chooses to have it--that's their business; but it don't do for us. What do our women here want o' fine shawls and gay gownds?--decking theirselves out as if they was so many Jezebels? But 'tain't that. Let 'em deck, if they've got no sense to see how ill it looks on their sun-freckled faces and hands hard wi' work; it's the ruin it brings. Just you move on t'other side, Master Ludlow, sir; you be right in the way o' the sparks.

There's a iron pot over there as does for sitting on."

"I'm all right, Dovey. Tell us about Jellico."

Jellico's system, to give Dovey's explanation in brief, was this: He brought over a huge pack of goods every Tuesday afternoon in a pony-gig from his shop at Evesham. He put up the pony, and carried the pack on his round, tempting the women right and left to buy. Husbands away at work, and children at school, the field was open. _He asked for no ready money down._ The purchases were entered in a book, to be paid off by weekly instalments. The payments had to be kept up; Jellico saw to that. However short the household had to run of the weekly necessaries, Jellico's money had to be ready for him. It was an awful tax, just as Dovey described it, and drifted into at first by the women without thought of ill. The debt in itself was bad enough; but the fear lest it should come to their husbands' ears was almost worse. As Dovey described all this in his homely, but rather flowery language, it put me in mind of those pleasure-seekers that sail too far over a sunny sea in thoughtlessness, and suspect no danger till their vessel is right upon the breakers.

"There haven't been no blow-ups yet to speak of," said the blacksmith.

"But they be coming. I could just put my finger upon half-a-dozen women at this blessed minute what's wearing theirselves to shadders with the trouble. They come here to Figg's in the dusk o' evening wi' things hid under their ap.r.o.ns. The longer Jellico lets it go on, the worse it gets, for they _will_ be tempted, the she-creatures, buying made flowers for their best bonnets to-day, and ribbuns for their Sunday caps to-morrow.

If Jellico lets 'em, that is. He knows pretty sure where he may trust and where he mayn't. 'Tain't he as will let his pocket suffer in the long run. He knows another thing--that the further he staves off any big noise the profitabler it'll be for him. Once let that come, and Master Jellico might get hunted out o' the Cut, and his pack and its finery kicked to shreds."

"But why are the women such simpletons, Dovey?" asked Frank Stirling.

"You might as well ask why folks eats and drinks, sir," retorted Dovey, his begrimed eyes lighted with the flame. "A love o' their faces is just born with the women, and it goes with 'em to the grave. Set a parcel o'

finery before 'em and the best'll find their eyes a-longing, and their mouths a-watering. It's said Eve used to do up her hair looking into a clear pool."

"Putting it in that light, Dovey, I wonder all the women here don't go in for Mr. Jellico's temptations."

"Some on 'em has better sense; and some has husbands what's up to the thing, and keeps the reins tight in their own hands," complacently answered the unconscious Dovey.

"Up to the thing!" repeated Stirling; "I should think all the men are up to it, if Jellico is here so constantly."

"No, sir, they're not. Most of 'em are at work when he comes. They may know some'at about him, but the women contrives to deceive 'em, and they suspects nothing. The fellow with the pack don't concern them or their folk at home, as they supposes, an' so they never bothers theirselves about him or his doings. I'd like to drop a hint to some of 'em to go home unexpected some Tuesday afternoon; but maybe it's best let alone."

"I suppose your wife is one of the sensible ones, Dovey?" And I kept my countenance as I said it.

"She daredn't be nothing else, Master Johnny. I be a trifle loud if I'm put out. Not she," emphatically added Dovey, his strong, bared arm dealing a heavy blow on the anvil, and sending up a whole cloud of sparks. "I'd never get put in jail for her, as she knows; I'd shave her hair off first. Run up a score with that there Jellico? No, she'd not be such a idiot as that. You should hear how she goes on again her neighbours that does run it, and the names she calls 'em."

Poor John Dovey! Where ignorance is bliss----

"Why, if I thought my wife could hoodwink me as some of 'em does their men, I'd never hold up my head of one while, for shame; no, not in my own forge," continued Dovey. "Ann's temper's a bit trying sometimes, and wants keeping in order; but she'd be above deceit o' that paltry sort.