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    Man and Wife

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    in return, telling me to wait a little, and see whether my

      husband did it again.

      "I had not long to wait. He was in liquor again the next day, and

      the next. Hearing this, Mr. Bapchild instructed me to send him

      the letter from my husband's brother. He reminded me of some of

      the stories about my husband which I had refused to believe in

      the time before I was married; and he said it might be well to

      make inquiries.

      "The end of the inquiries was this. The brother, at that very

      time, was placed privately (by his own request) under a doctor's

      care to get broken of habits of drinking. The craving for strong

      liquor (the doctor wrote) was in the family. They would be sober

      sometimes for months together, drinking nothing stronger than

      tea. Then the fit would seize them; and they would drink, drink,

      drink, for days together, like the mad and miserable wretches

      that they were.

      "This was the husband I was married to. And I had offended all my

      relations, and estranged them from me, for his sake. Here was

      surely a sad prospect for a woman after only a few months of

      wedded life!

      "In a year's time the money in the bank was gone; and my husband

      was out of employment. He always got work--being a first-rate

      hand when he was sober--and always lost it again when the

      drinking-fit seized him. I was loth to leave our nice little

      house, and part with my pretty furniture; and I proposed to him

      to let me try for employment, by the day, as cook, and so keep

      things going while he was looking out again for work. He was

      sober and penitent at the time; and he agreed to what I proposed.

      And, more than that, he took the Total Abstinence Pledge, and

      promised to turn over a new leaf. Matters, as I thought, began to

      look fairly again. We had nobody but our two selves to think of.

      I had borne no child, and had no prospect of bearing one. Unlike

      most women, I thought this a mercy instead of a misfortune. In my

      situation (as I soon grew to know) my becoming a mother would

      only have proved to be an aggravation of my hard lot.

      "The sort of employment I wanted was not to be got in a day. Good

      Mr. Bapchild gave me a character; and our landlord, a worthy man

      (belonging, I am sorry to say, to the Popish Church), spoke for

      me to the steward of a club. Still, it took time to persuade

      people that I was the thorough good cook I claimed to be. Nigh on

      a fortnight had passed before I got the chance I had been looking

      out for. I went home in good spirits (for me) to report what had

      happened, and found the brokers in the house carrying off the

      furniture which I had bought with my own money for sale by

      auction. I asked them how they dared touch it without my leave.

      They answered, civilly enough I must own, that they were acting

      under my husband's orders; and they went on removing it before my

      own eyes, to the cart outside. I ran up stairs, and found my

      husband on the landing. He was in liquor again. It is useless to

      say what passed between us. I shall only mention that this was

      the first occasion on which he lifted his fist, and struck me.

      5.

      "Having a spirit of my own, I was resolved not to endure it. I

      ran out to the Police Court, hard by.

      "My money had not only bought the furniture--it had kept the

      house going as well; paying the taxes which the Queen and the

      Parliament asked for among other things. I now went to the

      magistrate to see what the Queen and the Parliament, in return

      for the taxes, would do for _me._

      " 'Is your furniture settled on yourself?' he says, when I told

      him what had happened.

      "I didn't understand what he meant. He turned to some person who

      was sitting on the bench with him. 'This is a hard case,' he

      says. 'Poor people in this condition of life don't even know what

      a marriage settlement means. And, if they did, how many of them

      could afford to pay the lawyer's charges?' Upon that he turned to

      me. 'Yours is a common case,' he said. 'In the present state of

      the law I can do nothing for you.'

      "It was impossible to believe that. Common or not, I put my case

      to him over again.

      " 'I have bought the furniture with my own money, Sir,' I says.

      'It's mine, honestly come by, with bill and receipt to prove it.

      They are taking it away from me by force, to sell it against my

      will. Don't tell me that's the law. This is a Christian country.

      It can't be.'

      " 'My good creature,' says he, 'you are a married woman. The law

      doesn't allow a married woman to call any thing her own--unless

      she has previously (with a lawyer's help) made a bargain to that

      effect with her husband before marrying him. You have made no

      bargain. Your husband has a right to sell your furniture if he

      likes. I am sorry for you; I can't hinder him.'

      "I was obstinate about it. 'Please to answer me this, Sir,' I

      says. 'I've been told by wiser heads than mine that we all pay

      our taxes to keep the Queen and the Parliament going; and that

      the Queen and the Parliament make laws to protect us in return. I

      have paid my taxes. Why, if you please, is there no law to

      protect me in return?'

      " 'I can't enter into that,' says he. 'I must take the law as I

      find it; and so must you. I see a mark there on the side of your

      face. Has your husband been beating you? If he has, summon him

      here I can punish him for _that._'

      " 'How can you punish him, Sir?' says I.

      " 'I can fine him,' says he. 'Or I can send him to prison.'

      " 'As to the fine,' says I, 'he can pay that out of the money he

      gets by selling my furniture. As to the prison, while he's in it,

      what's to become of me, with my money spent by him, and my

      possessions gone; and when he's _out_ of it, what's to become of

      me again, with a husband whom I have been the means of punishing,

      and who comes home to his wife knowing it? It's bad enough as it

      is, Sir,' says I. 'There's more that's bruised in me than what

      shows in my face. I wish you good-morning.'

      6.

      "When I got back the furniture was gone, and my husband was gone.

      There was nobody but the landlord in the empty house. He said all

      that could be said--kindly enough toward me, so far as I was

      concerned. When he was gone I locked my trunk, and got away in a

      cab after dark, and found a lodging to lay my head in. If ever

      there was a lonely, broken-hearted creature in the world, I was

      that creature that night.

      "There was but one chance of earning my bread--to go to the

      employment offered me (under a man cook, at a club). And there

      was but one hope--the hope that I had lost sight of my husband

      forever.

      "I went to my work--and prospered in it--and earned my first

      quarter's wages. But it's not good for a woman to be situated as

      I was; friendless and alone, with her things that she took a

      pride in sold away from her, and with nothing to look forward to

      in her life to come. I was regular in my attendance at chapel;

      but I think my heart be
    gan to get hardened, and my mind to be

      overcast in secret with its own thoughts about this time. There

      was a change coming. Two or three days after I had earned the

      wages just mentioned my husband found me out. The furniture-money

      was all spent. He made a disturbance at the club, I was only able

      to quiet him by giving him all the money I could spare from my

      own necessities. The scandal was brought before the committee.

      They said, if the circumstance occurred again, they should be

      obliged to part with me. In a fortnight the circumstance occurred

      again. It's useless to dwell on it. They all said they were sorry

      for me. I lost the place. My husband went back with me to my

      lodgings. The next morning I caught him taking my purse, with the

      few shillings I had in it, out of my trunk, which he had broken

      open. We quarreled. And he struck me again--this time knocking me

      down.

      "I

      went once more to the police court, and told my story--to

      another magistrate this time. My only petition was to have my

      husband kept away from me. 'I don't want to be a burden on

      others' (I says) 'I don't want to do any thing but what's right.

      I don't even complain of having been very cruelly used. All I ask

      is to be let to earn an honest living. Will the law protect me in

      the effort to do that?'

      "The answer, in substance, was that the law might protect me,

      provided I had money to spend in asking some higher court to

      grant me a separation. After allowing my husband to rob me openly

      of the only property I possessed--namely, my furniture--the law

      turned round on me when I called upon it in my distress, and held

      out its hand to be paid. I had just three and sixpence left in

      the world--and the prospect, if I earned more, of my husband

      coming (with permission of the law) and taking it away from me.

      There was only one chance--namely, to get time to turn round in,

      and to escape him again. I got a month's freedom from him, by

      charging him with knocking me down. The magistrate (happening to

      be young, and new to his business) sent him to prison, instead of

      fining him. This gave me time to get a character from the club,

      as well as a special testimonial from good Mr. Bapchild. With the

      help of these, I obtained a place in a private family--a place in

      the country, this time.

      "I found myself now in a haven of peace. I was among worthy

      kind-hearted people, who felt for my distresses, and treated me

      most indulgently. Indeed, through all my troubles, I must say I

      have found one thing hold good. In my experience, I have observed

      that people are oftener quick than not to feel a human compassion

      for others in distress. Also, that they mostly see plain enough

      what's hard and cruel and unfair on them in the governing of the

      country which they help to keep going. But once ask them to get

      on from sitting down and grumbling about it, to rising up and

      setting it right, and what do you find them? As helpless as a

      flock of sheep--that's what you find them.

      "More than six months passed, and I saved a little money again.

      "One night, just as we were going to bed, there was a loud ring

      at the bell. The footman answered the door--and I heard my

      husband's voice in the hall. He had traced me, with the help of a

      man he knew in the police; and he had come to claim his rights. I

      offered him all the little money I had, to let me be. My good

      master spoke to him. It was all useless. He was obstinate and

      savage. If--instead of my running off from him--it had been all

      the other way and he had run off from me, something might have

      been done (as I understood) to protect me. But he stuck to his

      wife. As long as I could make a farthing, he stuck to his wife.

      Being married to him, I had no right to have left him; I was

      bound to go with my husband; there was no escape for me. I bade

      them good-by. And I have never forgotten their kindness to me

      from that day to this.

      "My husband took me back to London.

      "As long as the money lasted, the drinking went on. When it was

      gone, I was beaten again. Where was the remedy? There was no

      remedy, but to try and escape him once more. Why didn't I have

      him locked up? What was the good of having him locked up? In a

      few weeks he would be out of prison; sober and penitent, and

      promising amendment--and then when the fit took him, there he

      would be, the same furious savage that be had been often and

      often before. My heart got hard under the hopelessness of it; and

      dark thoughts beset me, mostly at night. About this time I began

      to say to myself, 'There's no deliverance from this, but in

      death--his death or mine.'

      "Once or twice I went down to the bridges after dark and looked

      over at the river. No. I wasn't the sort of woman who ends her

      own wretchedness in that way. Your blood must be in a fever, and

      your head in a flame--at least I fancy so--you must be hurried

      into it, like, to go and make away with yourself. My troubles

      never took that effect on me. I always turned cold under them

      instead of hot. Bad for me, I dare say; but what you are--you

      are. Can the Ethiopian change his skin, or the leopard his spots?

      "I got away from him once more, and found good employment once

      more. It don't matter how, and it don't matter where. My story is

      always the same thing, over and over again. Best get to the end.

      "There was one change, however, this time. My employment was not

      in a private family. I was also allowed to teach cookery to young

      women, in my leisure hours. What with this, and what with a

      longer time passing on the present occasion before my husband

      found me out, I was as comfortably off as in my position I could

      hope to be. When my work was done, I went away at night to sleep

      in a lodging of my own. It was only a bedroom; and I furnished it

      myself--partly for the sake of economy (the rent being not half

      as much as for a furnished room); and partly for the sake of

      cleanliness. Through all my troubles I always liked things neat

      about me--neat and shapely and good.

      "Well, it's needless to say how it ended. He found me out

      again--this time by a chance meeting with me in the street.

      "He was in rags, and half starved. But that didn't matter now.

      All he had to do was to put his hand into my pocket and take what

      he wanted. There is no limit, in England, to what a bad husband

      may do--as long as he sticks to his wife. On the present

      occasion, he was cunning enough to see that he would be the loser

      if he disturbed me in my employment. For a while things went on

      as smoothly as they could. I made a pretense that the work was

      harder than usual; and I got leave (loathing the sight of him, I

      honestly own) to sleep at the place where I was employed. This

      was not for long. The fit took him again, in due course; and he

      came and made a disturbance. As before, this was not to be borne

      by decent people. As before, they were sorry to part with me. As

      before, I lost my place.

      "Anot
    her woman would have gone mad under it. I fancy it just

      missed, by a hair's breadth, maddening Me.

      "When I looked at him that night, deep in his drunken sleep, I

      thought of Jael and Sisera (see the book of Judges; chapter 4th;

      verses 17 to 21). It says, she 'took a nail of the tent, and took

      a hammer in her hand, and went softly unto him, and smote the

      nail into his temples, and fastened it into the ground: for he

      was fast asleep and weary. So he died.' She did this deed to

      deliver her nation from Sisera. If there had been a hammer and a

      nail in the room that night, I think I should have been

      Jael--with this difference, that I should have done it to deliver

      myself.

      "With the morning this passed off, for the time. I went and spoke

      to a lawyer.

      "Most people, in my place, would have had enough of the law

      already. But I was one of the sort who drain the cup to the

      dregs. What I said to him was, in substance, this. 'I come to ask

      your advice about a madman. Mad people, as I understand it, are

      people who have lost control over their own minds. Sometimes this

      leads them to entertaining delusions; and sometimes it leads them

      to committing actions hurtful to others or to themselves. My

      husband has lost all control over his own craving for strong

      drink. He requires to be kept from liquor, as other madmen

      require to be kept from attempting their own lives, or the lives

      of those about them. It's a frenzy beyond his own control, with

      _him_--just as it's a frenzy beyond their own control, with

      _them._ There are Asylums for mad people, all over the country,

      at the public disposal, on certain conditions. If I fulfill those

      conditions, will the law deliver me from the misery of being

      married to a madman, whose madness is drink?'--'No,' says the

      lawyer. 'The law of England declines to consider an incurable

      drunkard as a fit object for restraint, the law of England leaves

      the husbands and wives of such people in a perfectly helpless

      situation, to deal with their own misery as they best can.'

      "I made my acknowledgments to the gentleman and left him. The

      last chance was this chance--and this had failed me.

      7.

      "The thought that had once found its way into my mind already,

      now found its way back again, and never altogether left me from

      that time forth. No deliverance for me but in death--his death,

      or mine.

      "I had it before me night and day; in chapel and out of chapel

      just the same. I read the story of Jael and Sisera so often that

      the Bible got to open of itself at that place.

      "The laws of my country, which ought to have protected me as an

      honest woman, left me helpless. In place of the laws I had no

      friend near to open my heart to. I was shut up in myself. And I

      was married to that man. Consider me as a human creature, and

      say, Was this not trying my humanity very hardly?

      "I wrote to good Mr. Bapchild. Not going into particulars; only

      telling him I was beset by temptation, and begging him to come

      and help me. He was confined to his bed by illness; he could only

      write me a letter of good advice. To profit by good advice people

      must have a glimpse of happiness to look forward to as a reward

      for exerting themselves. Religion itself is obliged to hold out a

      reward, and to say to us poor mortals, Be good, and you shall go

      to Heaven. I had no glimpse of happiness. I was thankful (in a

      dull sort of way) to good Mr. Bapchild--and there it ended.

      "The time had been when a word from my old pastor would have put

      me in the right way again. I began to feel scared by myself. If

      the next ill usage I received from Joel Dethridge found me an

      unchanged woman, it was borne in strongly on my mind that I

      should be as likely as not to get my deliverance from him by my

      own hand.

      "Goaded to it, by the fear of this, I humbled myself before my

      relations for the first time. I wrote to beg their pardon; to own

      that they had proved to be right in their opinion of my husband;

      and to entreat them to be friends with me again, so far as to let

     


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