in darkest england and the way out-第52章
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aptain's in great distress over a woman who lived just opposite。 She had been cruelly kicked and cursed by her husband； who had finally bolted the door against her； and she had turned to Barbie as the only hope。 And of course Barbie took her in； with her rough…and…ready kindness got her to bed； kept out the other women who crowded round to sympathise and declaim against the husband's brutality； was both nurse and doctor for the poor woman till her child was born and laid in the mother's arms。 And then； to Barbie's distress； she could do no more； for the woman； not daring to be absent longer； got up as best she could； and crawled on hands and knees down the little steep steps； across the street； and back to her own door。 〃But； Barbie！〃 exclaimed the Captain； horrified； 〃you should have nursed her； and kept her until she was strong enough。〃 But Barbie answered by reminding the Captain of 〃John's〃 fearful temper； and how it might cost the woman her life to be absent from her home more than a couple of hours。
The second is the case of
Maggie。She had a home； but seldom was sober enough to reach it at nights。 She would fall down on the doorsteps until found by some passer…by or a policeman。
In one of her mad freaks a boon…companion happened to offend her。 He was a little hunch…back； and a fellow…drunkard； but without a moment's hesitation； Maggie seized him and pushed him head…foremost down the old…fashioned wide sewer of the Scotch town。 Had not some one seen his heel's kicking out and rescued him； he would surley have been suffocated。
One winter's night Maggie had been drinking heavily； fighting； too； as usual； and she staggered only as far； on her way home； as the narrow chain…pier。 Here she stumbled and fell； and lay along on the snow； the blood oozing from her cuts； and her hair spread out in a tangled mass。
At 5 in the morning； some factory girls； crossing the bridge to their work； came upon her； lying stiff and stark amidst the snow and darkness。
To rouse her from her drunken sleep was hard； but to raise her from the ground was still harder。 The matted hair and blood had frozen fast to the earth； and Maggie was a prisoner。 After trying to free her in different ways； and receiving as a reward volleys of abuse and bad language； one of the girl's ran for a kettle of boiling water； and by pouring it all around her； they succeeded by degrees in melting her on to her feet again！ But she came to our Barracks； and got soundly converted； and the Captain was rewarded for nights and days of toil by seeing her a saved and sober woman。
All went right till a friend asked her to his house； to drink his health； and that of his newly…married wife。 〃I wouldn't ask you to take anything strong；〃 he said。 〃Drink to me with this lemonade。〃 And Maggie； nothing suspecting； drank； and as she drank tasted in the glass her old enemy； whisky！ The man laughed at her dismay； but a friend rushed off to tell the Captain。 〃I may be in time； she has not really gone back〃； and the Captain ran to the house； tying her bonnet strings as she ran。 〃It's no goodkeep awa'I don't want to see'er； Captain；〃 wailed Maggie 〃let me have some moreoh； I'm on fire inside。〃 But the Captain was firm； and taking her to her home； she locked herself in with the woman； and sat with the key in her pocket； while Maggie； half mad with craving； paced the floor like a caged animal； threatening and entreating by terms。 〃Never while I live；〃 was all the answer she could get； so she turned to the door； and busied herself there a moment or two。 A clinking noise。 The Captain started upto see the door open and Maggie rush through it！ Accustomed to stealing and all its 〃dodges；〃 she had taken the lock off the door； and was away to the nearest public…house。
Down the stairs； Captain after her； into the gin palace； but before the astonished publican could give her the drink she was clamouring for； the 〃bonnet〃 was by her side； 〃If you dare to serve her； I'll break the glass before it reaches her lips。 She shall not have any！〃 and so Maggie was coaxed away； and shielded till the passion was over； and she was Herself once more。
But the man who gave her the whisky durst not leave his house for weeks。 The roughs got to know of the trap he had laid for her； and would have lynched him could they have got hold of him。
The third is the case of Rose。
Rose was ruined； deserted； and left to the streets when only a girl of thirteen； by a once well…to…do man； who is now； we believe； closing his days in a workhouse in the North of England。
Fatherless； motherless； and you might almost say friendless； Rose trod the broad way to destruction； with all its misery and shame； for twelve long years。 Her wild； passionate nature； writhing under the wrong suffered； sought forgetfulness in the intoxicating cup； and she soon became a notorious drunkard。 Seventy…four times during her career she was dragged before the magistrates； and seventy…four times； with one exception； she was punished； but the seventy…fourth time she was as far off reformation as ever。 The one exception happened on the Queen's Jubilee Day。 On seeing her well…known face again before him； the magistrate enquired； 〃How many times has this woman been here before？〃
The Police Superintendent answered； 〃Fifty times。〃 The magistrate remarked； in somewhat grim humour； 〃Then this is her Jubilee；〃 and； moved by the coincidence； he let her go free。 So Rose spent her jubilee out of prison。
It is a wonder that the dreadful； drunken； reckless； dissipated life she lived did not hurry her to an early grave； it did affect her reason； and for three weeks she was locked up in Lancaster Lunatic Asylum； having really gone mad through drink and sin。
In evidence of her reckless nature； it is said that after her second imprisonment she vowed she would never again walk to the police station； consequently； when in her wild orgies the police found it necessary to arrest her； they had to get her to the police station as best they could； sometimes by requisitioning a wheelbarrow or a cart； or the use of a stretcher； and sometimes they had to carry her right out。 On one occasion； towards the close of her career； when driven to the last…named method； four policemen were carrying her to the station； and she was extra violent； screaming； plunging and biting； when； either by accident or design； one of the policemen let go of her head； and it came in contact with the curbstone； causing the blood to pour forth in a stream。 As soon as they placed her in the cell the poor creature caught the blood in her hands； and literally washed her face with it。 On the following morning she presented a pitiable sight； and before taking her into the court the police wanted to wash her； but she declared she would draw any man's blood who attempted to put a finger upon her； they had spilt her blood； and she would carry it into the court as a witness against them。 On coming out of gaol for the last time； she met with a few Salvationists beating the drum and singing 〃Oh！ the Lamb； the bleeding Lamb； He was found worthy。〃 Rose； struck with the song； and impressed with the very faces of the people； followed them； saying to herself； 〃I never before heard anything like that； or seen such happy looking people。〃 She came into the Barracks； her heart was broken； she found her way to the Penitent Form； and Christ； with His own precious blood； washed her sins away。 She arose from her knees and said to the Captain； 〃It is all right now。〃
Three months after her conversion a great meeting was held in the largest hall in the town； where she was known to almost every inhabitant。 There were about three thousand people present。 Rose was called upon to give her testimony to the power of God to save。 A more enthusiastic wave of sympathy never greeted any speaker than that which met her from that crowd； every one of whom was familiar with her past history。 After a few broken words； in which she spoke of the wonderful change that had taken place； a cousin； who； like herself； had lived a notoriously evil life； came to the Cross。
Rose is now War Cry sergeant。 She goes into the brothels and gin palaces and other haunts of vice； from which she was rescu
