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Tue Aug 30 23:04:37 2016
Date: Wed, 31 Aug 2016 00:55:22 -0400
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<p>View Alcohol Rehab Options<br /> It was nearly high-water, and the ni=
ght-watchman, who had stepped aboard a lighter lying alongside the wharf to=
smoke a pipe, sat with half-closed eyes enjoying the summer evening. The b=
ustle of the day was over, the wharves were deserted, and hardly a craft mo=
ved on the river. Perfumed clouds of shag, hovering for a time over the lig=
hter, floated lazily towards the Surrey shore. " There' s one thing ab=
out my job," said the night-watchman, slowly, " it' s done all al=
one by yourself. There' s no foreman a-hollering at you and offering you a =
penny for your thoughts, and no mates to run into you from behind with a lo=
aded truck and then ask you why you didn' t look where you' re going to. Fr=
om six o' clock in the evening to six o' clock next morning I' m my own mas=
ter." He rammed down the tobacco with an experienced forefinger and pu=
ffed contentedly. People like you ' ud find it lonely (he continued, after =
a pause); I did at fust. I used to let people come and sit ' ere with me of=
an evening talking, but I got tired of it arter a time, and when one chap =
fell overboard while ' e was showing me ' ow he put his wife' s mother in '=
er place, I gave it up altogether. There was three foot o' mud in the dock=
at the time, and arter I ' ad got ' im out, he fainted in my arms. Arter t=
hat I kept myself to myself. Say wot you like, a man' s best friend is ' im=
self. There' s nobody else' ll do as much for ' im, or let ' im off easier =
when he makes a mistake. If I felt a bit lonely I used to open the wicket i=
n the gate and sit there watching the road, and p' r' aps pass a word or tw=
o with the policeman. Then something ' appened one night that made me take =
quite a dislike to it for a time. I was sitting there with my feet outside,=
smoking a quiet pipe, when I ' eard a bit of a noise in the distance. Then=
I ' eard people running and shouts of " Stop, thief!" A man came=
along round the corner full pelt, and, just as I got up, dashed through th=
e wicket and ran on to the wharf. I was arter ' im like a shot and got up t=
o ' im just in time to see him throw something into the dock. And at the sa=
me moment I ' eard the other people run past the gate. " Wot' s up?&qu=
ot; I ses, collaring ' im. " Nothing," he ses, breathing ' ard an=
d struggling. " Let me go." He was a little wisp of a man, and I =
shook ' im like a dog shakes a rat. I remembered my own pocket being picked=
, and I nearly shook the breath out of ' im. " And now I' m going to g=
ive you in charge," I ses, pushing ' im along towards the gate. "=
Wot for?" he ses, purtending to be surprised. " Stealing," =
I ses. " You' ve made a mistake," he ses; " you can search m=
e if you like." " More use to search the dock," I ses. "=
; I see you throw it in. Now you keep quiet, else you' ll get ' urt. If you=
get five years I shall be all the more pleased." I don' t know ' ow h=
e did it, but ' e did. He seemed to sink away between my legs, and afore I =
knew wot was ' appening, I was standing upside down with all the blood rush=
ing to my ' ead. As I rolled over he bolted through the wicket, and was off=
like a flash of lightning. A couple o' minutes arterwards the people wot I=
' ad ' eard run past came back agin. There was a big fat policeman with ' =
em--a man I' d seen afore on the beat--and, when they ' ad gorn on, he stop=
ped to ' ave a word with me. " ' Ot work," he ses, taking off his=
' elmet and wiping his bald ' ead with a large red handkerchief. " I'=
ve lost all my puff." " Been running?" I ses, very perlite.=
" Arter a pickpocket," he ses. " He snatched a lady' s purs=
e just as she was stepping aboard the French boat with her ' usband. ' Twel=
ve pounds in it in gold, two peppermint lozenges, and a postage stamp.' &qu=
ot; He shook his ' ead, and put his ' elmet on agin. " Holding it in h=
er little ' and as usual," he ses. " Asking for trouble, I call i=
t. I believe if a woman ' ad one hand off and only a finger and thumb left =
on the other, she' d carry ' er purse in it." He knew a' most as much =
about wimmen as I do. When ' is fust wife died, she said ' er only wish was=
that she could take ' im with her, and she made ' im promise her faithful =
that ' e' d never marry agin. His second wife, arter a long illness, passed=
away while he was playing hymns on the concertina to her, and ' er mother,=
arter looking at ' er very hard, went to the doctor and said she wanted an=
inquest. He went on talking for a long time, but I was busy doing a bit of=
' ead- work and didn' t pay much attention to ' im. I was thinking o' twel=
ve pounds, two lozenges, and a postage stamp laying in the mud at the botto=
m of my dock, and arter a time ' e said ' e see as ' ow I was waiting to ge=
t back to my night' s rest, and went off--stamping. I locked the wicket whe=
n he ' ad gorn away, and then I went to the edge of the dock and stood look=
ing down at the spot where the purse ' ad been chucked in. The tide was on =
the ebb, but there was still a foot or two of water atop of the mud. I walk=
ed up and down, thinking. I thought for a long time, and then I made up my =
mind. If I got the purse and took it to the police-station, the police woul=
d share the money out between ' em, and tell me they ' ad given it back to =
the lady. If I found it and put a notice in the newspaper--which would cost=
money--very likely a dozen or two ladies would come and see me and say it =
was theirs. Then if I gave it to the best-looking one and the one it belong=
ed to turned up, there' d be trouble. My idea was to keep it--for a time--a=
nd then if the lady who lost it came to me and asked me for it I would give=
it to ' er. Once I had made up my mind to do wot was right I felt quite ' =
appy, and arter a look up and down, I stepped round to the Bear' s Head and=
' ad a couple o' goes o' rum to keep the cold out. There was nobody in the=
re but the landlord, and ' e started at once talking about the thief, and '=
ow he ' ad run arter him in ' is shirt-sleeves. " My opinion is,"=
; he ses, " that ' e bolted on one of the wharves and ' id ' imself. H=
e disappeared like magic. Was that little gate o' yours open?" " =
I was on the wharf," I ses, very cold. " You might ha' been on th=
e wharf and yet not ' ave seen anybody come on," he ses, nodding. &quo=
t; Wot d' ye mean?" I ses, very sharp. " Nothing," he ses. &=
quot; Nothing." " Are you trying to take my character away?"=
I ses, fixing ' im with my eye. " Lo' bless me, no!" he ses, sta=
ring at me. " It' s no good to me." He sat down in ' is chair beh=
ind the bar and went straight off to sleep with his eyes screwed up as tigh=
t as they would go. Then ' e opened his mouth and snored till the glasses s=
hook. I suppose I' ve been one of the best customers he ever ' ad, and that=
' s the way he treated me. For two pins I' d ha' knocked ' is ugly ' ead of=
f, but arter waking him up very sudden by dropping my glass on the floor I =
went off back to the wharf. I locked up agin, and ' ad another look at the =
dock. The water ' ad nearly gone and the mud was showing in patches. My min=
d went back to a sailorman wot had dropped ' is watch over-board two years =
before, and found it by walking about in the dock in ' is bare feet. He fou=
nd it more easy because the glass broke when he trod on it. The evening was=
a trifle chilly for June, but I' ve been used to roughing it all my life, =
especially when I was afloat, and I went into the office and began to take =
my clothes off. I took off everything but my pants, and I made sure o' them=
by making braces for ' em out of a bit of string. Then I turned the gas lo=
w, and, arter slipping on my boots, went outside. It was so cold that at fu=
st I thought I' d give up the idea. The longer I stood on the edge looking =
at the mud the colder it looked, but at last I turned round and went slowly=
down the ladder. I waited a moment at the bottom, and was just going to st=
ep off when I remembered that I ' ad got my boots on, and I ' ad to go up a=
gin and take ' em off. I went down very slow the next time, and anybody who=
' as been down an iron ladder with thin, cold rungs, in their bare feet, w=
ill know why, and I had just dipped my left foot in, when the wharf-bell ra=
ng. I ' oped at fust that it was a runaway-ring, but it kept on, and the lo=
nger it kept on, the worse it got. I went up that ladder agin and called ou=
t that I was coming, and then I went into the office and just slipped on my=
coat and trousers and went to the gate. " Wot d' you want?" I se=
s, opening the wicket three or four inches and looking out at a man wot was=
standing there. " Are you old Bill?" he ses. " I' m the wat=
chman," I ses, sharp-like. " Wot d' you want?" " Don' t=
bite me!" he ses, purtending to draw back. " I ain' t done no ' =
arm. I' ve come round about that glass you smashed at the Bear' s Head.&quo=
t; " Glass!" I ses, ' ardly able to speak. " Yes, glass,&quo=
t; he ses--" thing wot yer drink out of. The landlord says it' ll cost=
you a tanner, and ' e wants it now in case you pass away in your sleep. He=
couldn' t come ' imself cos he' s got nobody to mind the bar, so ' e sent =
me. Why! Halloa! Where' s your boots? Ain' t you afraid o' ketching cold?&q=
uot; " You clear off," I ses, shouting at him. " D' ye ' ear=
me? Clear off while you' re safe, and you tell the landlord that next time=
' e insults me I' ll smash every glass in ' is place and then sit ' im on =
top of ' cm! Tell ' im if ' e wants a tanner out o' me, to come round ' ims=
elf, and see wot he gets." It was a silly thing to say, and I saw it a=
rterwards, but I was in such a temper I ' ardly knew wot I was saying. I sl=
ammed the wicket in ' is face and turned the key and then I took off my clo=
thes and went down that ladder agin. It seemed colder than ever, and the mu=
d when I got fairly into it was worse than I thought it could ha' been. It =
stuck to me like glue, and every step I took seemed colder than the one bef=
ore. ' Owever, when I make up my mind to do a thing, I do it. I fixed my ey=
es on the place where I thought the purse was, and every time I felt anythi=
ng under my foot I reached down and picked it up--and then chucked it away =
as far as I could so as not to pick it up agin. Dirty job it was, too, and =
in five minutes I was mud up to the neck, a' most. And I ' ad just got to w=
ot I thought was the right place, and feeling about very careful, when the =
bell rang agin. I thought I should ha' gorn out o' my mind. It was just a l=
ittle tinkle at first, then another tinkle, but, as I stood there all in th=
e dark and cold trying to make up my mind to take no notice of it, it began=
to ring like mad. I ' ad to go--I' ve known men climb over the gate afore =
now--and I didn' t want to be caught in that dock. The mud seemed stickier =
than ever, but I got out at last, and, arter scraping some of it off with a=
bit o' stick, I put on my coat and trousers and boots just as I was and we=
nt to the gate, with the bell going its ' ardest all the time. When I opene=
d the gate and see the landlord of the Bear' s Head standing there I turned=
quite dizzy, and there was a noise in my ears like the roaring of the sea.=
I should think I stood there for a couple o' minutes without being able to=
say a word. I could think of ' em. " Don' t be frightened, Bill,"=
; ses the landlord. " I' m not going to eat you." " He looks=
as if he' s walking in ' is sleep," ses the fat policeman, wot was st=
anding near by. " Don' t startle ' im." " He always looks li=
ke that," ses the landlord. I stood looking at ' im. I could speak the=
n, but I couldn' t think of any words good enough; not with a policeman sta=
nding by with a notebook in ' is pocket. " Wot was you ringing my bell=
for?" I ses, at last. " Why didn' t you answer it before?" =
ses the landlord. " D' you think I' ve got nothing better to do than t=
o stand ringing your bell for three- quarters of an hour? Some people would=
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