the last.

humbly confessing to emma gray that he had no talent whatever for plotting, captain wopper went off with a deprecatory expression of countenance to reveal himself to mrs roby. great was his anxiety. he entered her presence like a guilty thing. if, however, his anxiety was great, his surprise and consternation were greater when she received his revelation with tears, and for some time refused to be comforted!

the workings of the human mind are wonderful. sometimes they are, as the captain said, bamboozling. if analysed it might have been discovered that, apart altogether from the shock of unexpectedness and the strain on her credulity, poor mrs roby suffered—without clearly understanding it—from a double loss. she had learned to love captain wopper for his own sake, and now captain wopper was lost to her in william stout! on the other hand william, her darling, her smooth-faced chubby boy, was lost to her for ever in the hairy savage captain wopper! it was perplexing as well as heart-rending. captain wopper was gone, because, properly, there was no such being in existence. william stout was gone because he would never write to her any more, and could never more return to her from california!

it was of no use that the captain expressed the deepest contrition for the deception he had practised, urging that he had done it “for the best;” the old woman only wept the more; but when, in desperation, the captain hauled taut the sheets of his intellect, got well to wind’ard of the old ’ooman an’ gave her a broadside of philosophy, he was more successful.

“mother,” he said, earnestly, “you don’t feel easy under this breeze, ’cause why? you’re entirely on the wrong tack. ready about now, an’ see what a change it’ll make. look ’ee here. you’ve gained us both instead of lost us both. here am i, willum stout yours to command, a trifle stouter, it may be, and hairier than i once was, not to say older, but by a long chalk better able to love the old girl who took me in, an’ befriended me when i was a reg’lar castaway, with dirty weather brewin’, an’ the rocks o’ destitootion close under my lee; and who’ll never forget your kindness, no never, so long as two timbers of the old hulk hold together. well then, that’s the view over the starboard bulwarks. cast your eyes over to port now. here am i, captain wopper, also yours to command, strong as a horse, as fond o’ you as if you was my own mother, an’ resolved to stick by you through thick and thin to the last. so you see, you’ve got us both—willum an’ me—me an’ willum, both of us lovin’ you like blazes an’ lookin’ arter you like dootiful sons. a double tide of affection, so to speak, flowin’ like strong double-stout from the beer barrel out of which you originally drew me, if i may say so. ain’t you convinced?”

mrs roby was convinced. she gave in, and lived for many years afterwards in the full enjoyment of the double blessing which had thus fallen to her lot in the evening of her days.

and here, good reader, we might close our tale; but we cannot do so without a few parting words in reference to the various friends in whose company we have travelled so long.

of course it is unnecessary to say, (especially to our lady readers, who were no doubt quite aware of it from the beginning), that lawrence and emma, lewis and nita, were, in the course of time, duly married. the love of their respective wives for each other induced the husbands not only to dwell in adjoining villas, but to enter into a medical co-partnery, in the prosecution of which they became professionally the deities, and, privately, the adored of a large population of invalids—with their more or less healthy friends—in the salubrious neighbourhood of kensington. to go about “doing good” was the business, and became the second nature, of the young doctors. it was long a matter of great surprise to not a few of their friends that though lawrence and lewis neither smoked nor drank, they were uncommonly healthy and apparently happy! some caustic spirits asserted that they were sure budding wings were to be found on the shoulders of the two doctors, but we are warranted in asserting, on the best authority, that on a strict examination, nothing of the kind was discovered. need we say that emma and nita were pattern wives? of course not, therefore we won’t say it. our reticence on this point will no doubt be acceptable to those who, being themselves naughty, don’t believe in or admire “patterns,” even though these be of “heavenly things.” it is astonishing, though, what an effect their so-called “perfection” had in tightening the bonds of matrimony. furthermore, they had immense families of sons and daughters, insomuch that it became necessary to lengthen their cords and strengthen their stakes, and “calyforny villa” became a mere band-box compared to the mansions which they ultimately called “home.”

mrs stoutley having managed to get entirely out of herself—chiefly by means of the bible and the london gold-fields and moraines—became so amiable and so unlike her former self, and, withal, so healthy and cheery, that the two great families of stoutley and lawrence went to war for possession of her.

the feud at last threatened to become chronic, and was usually carried to an excess of virulence about christmas and new year time. in order, therefore, to the establishment of peace, mrs stoutley agreed to live one-half of the year with lewis, and the other half with lawrence—lewis to have the larger half as a matter of course; but she retained her cottage in notting hill and her maid netta white, with the right to retire at any moment, when the exigencies of the gold-fields or the moraines demanded special attention; or when the excess of juvenile life in the mansions before mentioned became too much for her. on these occasions of retirement which, to say truth, were not very frequent, she was accompanied by netta white—for netta loved her mistress and clave to her as ruth to naomi. being a native of the “fields,” she was an able and sympathetic guide and adviser at all times, and nothing pleased netta better than a visit to grubb’s court, for there she saw the blessed fruit of diamond and gold digging illustrated in the person of her own reformed father and happy mother, who had removed from their former damp rooms on the ground floor to the more salubrious apartments among the chimney pots, which had been erected on the site of the “cabin” after “the fire.” directly below them, in somewhat more pretentious apartments, shone another rescued diamond in the person of fred leven. he was now the support and comfort of his old mother as well as of a pretty little young woman who had loved him even while he was a drunkard, and who, had it been otherwise decreed, would have gone on loving him and mourning over him and praying for him till he was dead. in her case, however, the mourning had been turned into joy.

in process of time gillie white, alias the spider, became a sturdy, square-set, active little man, and was promoted to the position of coachman in the family of lewis stoutley. susan quick served in the same family in the capacity of nurse for many years, and, being naturally thrown much into the society of the young coachman, was finally induced to cement the friendship which had begun in switzerland by a wedding. this wedding, gillie often declared to susan, with much earnestness, was the “stunninest ewent that had ever occurred to him in his private capacity as a man.”

there is a proverb which asserts that “it never rains but it pours.” this proverb was verified in the experience of the various personages of our tale, for soon after the tide of fortune had turned in their favour, the first showers of success swelled into absolute cataracts of prosperity. among other things, the gowrong mines suddenly went right. mrs stoutley’s former man of business, mr temple, called one day, and informed her that her shares in that splendid undertaking had been purchased, on her behalf, by a friend who had faith in the ultimate success of the mines; that the friend forbade the mention of his name; and that he, mr temple, had called to pay her her dividends, and to congratulate her on her recovery of health and fortune. dr tough—who, when his services were no longer required, owing to the absence of illness, had continued his visits as a jovial friend—chanced to call at the same time with mr temple, and added his congratulations to those of the man of business, observing, with enthusiasm, that the air of the swiss mountains, mixed in equal parts with that of the london diamond-fields, would cure any disease under the sun. his former patient heartily agreed with him, but said that the medicine in question was not a mere mixture but a chemical compound, containing an element higher than the mountains and deeper than the diamond-fields, without which the cure would certainly not have been effected.

need we say that captain wopper stuck to mrs roby and the “new cabin” to the last? many and powerful efforts were made to induce him to bring his “mother” to dwell in kensington, but mrs roby flatly refused to move again under any suasion less powerful than that of a fire. the eldest of lewis stoutley’s boys therefore hit on a plan for frequent and easy inter-communication. he one day suggested the idea of a boating-club to his brothers and companions. the proposal was received with wild enthusiasm. the club was established, and a boathouse, with all its nautical appurtenances, was built under the very shadow of mrs roby’s dwelling. a trusty “diamond” from grubb’s court was made boat-cleaner and repairer and guardian of the keys, and captain wopper was created superintendent general director, chairman, honorary member, and perpetual grand master of the club, in which varied offices he continued to give unlimited satisfaction to the end of his days.

as for slingsby, he became an aspirant to the honours of the royal academy, and even dreamt of the president’s chair! not being a madman, he recovered from the disease of blighted hopes, and discovered that there were other beings as well as nita worth living for! he also became an intimate and welcome visitor at the two kensington mansions, the walls of which were largely decorated with his productions. whether he succeeded in life to the full extent of his hopes we cannot say, but we have good reason to believe that he did not entirely fail.

from time to time lewis heard of his old guide antoine grennon from friends who at various periods paid a visit to the glaciers of switzerland, and more than once, in after years, he and his family were led by that prince of guides over the old romantic and familiar ground, where things were not so much given to change as in other regions; where the ice-rivers flowed with the same aspects, the same frozen currents, eddies, and cataracts as in days gone by; where the elderly guides were replaced by youthful guides of the same type and metal—ready to breast the mountain slopes and scale the highest peaks at a moment’s notice; and where antoine’s cottage stood unchanged, with a pretty and rather stout young woman usually kneeling in a tub, engaged in the destruction of linen, and a pretty little girl, who called her “mother,” busy with a miniature washing of her own. the only difference being that the child called antoine “grandfather,” and appeared to regard a strapping youth who dwelt there as her sire, and a remarkably stout but handsome middle-aged woman as her grandmother.

last, but not least, the professor claims a parting word. little, however, is known as to the future career of the genial man of science, one of whose chief characteristics was his reverent recognition of god in conversing about his works. after returning to his home in the cold north he corresponded for some years with dr lawrence, and never failed to express his warmest regard for the friends with whom he had the good fortune to meet while in switzerland. he was particularly emphatic—we might almost say enthusiastic—in his expressions of regard for captain wopper, expressions and sentiments which the bold mariner heartily reciprocated, and he often stated to mrs roby, over an afternoon cup of tea, his conviction that that roosian professor was out o’ sight one of the best fellows he had ever met with, and that the remembrance of him warmed his heart to furriners in general and roosians in particular. this remark usually had the effect of inducing mrs roby to ask some question about his, the captain’s, intercourse with the professor, which question invariably opened the flood-gates of the captain’s memory, and drew from him prolonged and innumerable “yarns” about his visit to the continent—yarns which are too long to be set down here, for the captain never tired of relating, and old mrs roby never wearied of listening, to his memorable rambles on the snow-capped mountains, and his strange adventures among the—rivers of ice.