Elizabeth waited.
'Is he dead?' she asked, and at the words her heart swung violently, though
5. Workmate (cf. 'buddy'). Among English coal the employers and the men. miners it means a supervisor intermediary between 6. Minor coal-mine official.
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she felt a slight flush of shame at the ultimate extravagance of the question. Her words sufficiently frightened the old lady, almost brought her to herself.
'Don't say so, Elizabeth! We'll hope it's not as bad as that; no, may the Lord spare us that, Elizabeth. Jack Rigley came just as I was sittin' down to a glass afore going to bed, an' 'e said: ' 'Appen you'll go down th' line, Mrs. Bates. Walt's had an accident. 'Appen you'll go an' sit wi' 'er till we can get him home.' I hadn't time to ask him a word afore he was gone. An' I put my bonnet on an' come straight down, Lizzie. I thought to myself: 'Eh, that poor blessed child, if anybody should come an' tell her of a sudden, there's no knowin' what'll 'appen to 'er.' You mustn't let it upset you, Lizzie?or you know what to expect. How long is it, six months?or is it five, Lizzie? Ay!'?the old woman shook her head?'time slips on, it slips on! Ay!'
Elizabeth's thoughts were busy elsewhere. If he was killed?would she be able to manage on the little pension and what she could earn??she counted up rapidly. If he was hurt?they wouldn't take him to the hospital?how tiresome he would be to nurse!?but perhaps she'd be able to get him away from the drink and his hateful ways. She would?while he was ill. The tears offered to come to her eyes at the picture. But what sentimental luxury was this she was beginning? She turned to consider the children. At any rate she was absolutely necessary for them. They were her business.
'Ay!' repeated the old woman, 'it seems but a week or two since he brought me his first wages. Ay?he was a good lad, Elizabeth, he was, in his way. I don't know why he got to be such a trouble, I don't. He was a happy lad at home, only full of spirits. But there's no mistake he's been a handful of trouble, he has! I hope the Lord'll spare him to mend his ways. I hope so, I hope so. You've had a sight o' trouble with him, Elizabeth, you have indeed. But he was a jolly enough lad wi' me, he was, I can assure you. I don't know how it is. . . .'
The old woman continued to muse aloud, a monotonous irritating sound, while Elizabeth thought concentratedly, startled once, when she heard the winding-engine chuff quickly, and the brakes skirr with a shriek. Then she heard the engine more slowly, and the brakes made no sound. The old woman did not notice. Elizabeth waited in suspense. The mother-in-law talked, with lapses into silence.
'But he wasn't your son, Lizzie, an' it makes a difference. Whatever he was, I remember him when he was little, an' I learned to understand him and to make allowances. You've got to make allowances for them '
It was half-past ten, and the old woman was saying: 'But it's trouble from beginning to end; you're never too old for trouble, never too old for that ' when the gate banged back, and there were heavy feet on the steps.
'I'll go, Lizzie, let me go,' cried the old woman, rising. But Elizabeth was at the door. It was a man in pit- clothes. 'They're bringin' 'im, Missis,' he said. Elizabeth's heart halted a moment. Then it surged on again, almost suffocating her.
'Is he?is it bad?' she asked.
The man turned away, looking at the darkness:
'The doctor says 'e'd been dead hours. 'E saw 'im i' th' lamp-cabin.'
The old woman, who stood just behind Elizabeth, dropped into a chair, and
folded her hands, crying: 'Oh, my boy, my boy!'
'Hush!' said Elizabeth, with a sharp twitch of a frown. 'Be still, mother,
don't waken th' children: I wouldn't have them down for anything!'
The old woman moaned softly, rocking herself. The man was drawing away.
Elizabeth took a step forward.
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'How was it?' she asked.
'Well, 1 couldn't say for sure,' the man replied, very ill at ease. ' 'E wor finishin' a stint an' th' butties 'ad gone, an' a lot o' stuff come down atop 'n
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'And crushed him?' cried the widow, with a shudder.
'No,' said the man, 'it fell at th' back of im. 'E wor under th' face an' it niver touched 'im. It shut 'im in. It seems 'e wor smothered.'
Elizabeth shrank back. She heard the old woman behind her cry:
'What??what did 'e say it was?'
The man replied, more loudly: ' 'E wor smothered!'
Then the old woman wailed aloud, and this relieved Elizabeth.
'Oh, mother,' she said, putting her hand on the old woman, 'don't waken th' children, don't waken th' children.'
She wept a little, unknowing, while the old mother rocked herself and moaned. Elizabeth remembered that they were bringing him home, and she must be ready. 'They'll lay him in the parlour,' she said to herself, standing a moment pale and perplexed.
