[Springhaven by R. D. Blackmore]@TWC D-Link bookSpringhaven CHAPTER XXXVII 25/25
Here he beheld an extraordinary scene, of which he often had to dream thereafter. From a beam in the roof (which had nothing to do with his scales, as Jem Prater had imagined), by a long but not well-plaited cord, was dangling the respected Church-warden Cheeseman.
Happily for him, he had relied on his own goods; and the rope being therefore of very bad hemp, had failed in this sad and too practical proof.
The weight of its vendor had added to its length some fifteen inches--as he loved to pull out things--and his toes touched the floor, which relieved him now and then. "Why don't you cut him down, you old fools ?" cried the Admiral to three gaffers, who stood moralising, while Mrs.Cheeseman sat upon a barrel, sobbing heavily, with both hands spread to conceal the sad sight. "We was afraid of hurting of him," said the quickest-witted of the gaffers; "Us wanted to know why 'a doed it," said the deepest; and, "The will of the Lord must be done," said the wisest. After fumbling in vain for his knife, and looking round, the Admiral ran back into the shop, and caught up the sharp steel blade with which the victim of a troubled mind had often unsold a sold ounce in the days of happy commerce.
In a moment the Admiral had the poor Church-warden in his sturdy arms, and with a sailor's skill had unknotted the choking noose, and was shouting for brandy, as he kept the blue head from falling back. When a little of the finest eau de vie that ever was smuggled had been administered, the patient rallied, and becoming comparatively cheerful, was enabled to explain that "it was all a mistake altogether." This removed all misunderstanding; but Rector Twemlow, arriving too late for anything but exhortation, asked a little too sternly--as everybody felt--under what influence of the Evil One Cheeseman had committed that mistake.
The reply was worthy of an enterprising tradesman, and brought him such orders from a score of miles around that the resources of the establishment could only book them. "Sir," he said, looking at the parson sadly, with his right hand laid upon his heart, which was feeble, and his left hand intimating that his neck was sore, "if anything has happened that had better not have been, it must have been by reason of the weight I give, and the value such a deal above the prices.".
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