Produced by David Widger NIGHT WATCHES by W.W. Jacobs EASY MONEY A lad of about twenty stepped ashore from the schooner Jane, and joining a girl, who had been avoiding for some ten minutes the ardent gaze of the night-watchman, set off arm-in-arm. The watchman rolled his eyes and shook his head slowly. Nearly all
Dixon’s Return by W.W. Jacobs
Produced by David Widger ODD CRAFT By W.W. Jacobs DIXON’S RETURN Talking about eddication, said the night-watchman, thoughtfully, the finest eddication you can give a lad is to send ‘im to sea. School is all right up to a certain p’int, but arter that comes the sea. I’ve been there myself and I know wot
Dirty Work by W.W. Jacobs
Produced by David Widger DEEP WATERS By W.W. JACOBS DIRTY WORK It was nearly high-water, and the night-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 bustle of the day was over, the wharves were deserted, and hardly a craft
Dialstone Lane, Part 5. by W.W. Jacobs
Produced by David Widger DIALSTONE LANE By W.W. Jacobs Part V. CHAPTER XVIII Month by month the _Fair Emily_ crept down south. The Great Bear and other constellations gave way to the stars of the southern skies, and Mr. Chalk tried hard not to feel disappointed with the arrangement of those in the Southern Cross.
Dialstone Lane, Part 4. by W.W. Jacobs
Produced by David Widger DIALSTONE LANE By W.W. Jacobs Part IV. CHAPTER XIV Mrs. Chalk watched the schooner until it was a mere white speck on the horizon, a faint idea that it might yet see the error of its ways and return for her chaining her to the spot. Compelled at last to recognise
Dialstone Lane, Part 3. by W.W. Jacobs
Produced by David Widger DIALSTONE LANE By W.W. Jacobs Part III. CHAPTER IX The church bells were ringing for morning service as Mr. Vickers, who had been for a stroll with Mr. William Russell and a couple of ferrets, returned home to breakfast. Contrary to custom, the small front room and the kitchen were both
Dialstone Lane, Part 2. by W.W. Jacobs
Produced by David Widger DIALSTONE LANE By W.W. Jacobs Part II. CHAPTER V Mr. Chalk’s expedition to the Southern Seas became a standing joke with the captain, and he waylaid him on several occasions to inquire into the progress he was making, and to give him advice suitable for all known emergencies at sea, together
Dialstone Lane, Part 1. by W.W. Jacobs
Produced by David Widger DIALSTONE LANE By W.W. Jacobs Part I. CHAPTER I Mr. Edward Tredgold sat in the private office of Tredgold and Son, land and estate agents, gazing through the prim wire blinds at the peaceful High Street of Binchester. Tredgold senior, who believed in work for the young, had left early. Tredgold
Dialstone Lane, Complete by W.W. Jacobs
Produced by David Widger DIALSTONE LANE Complete By W.W. Jacobs CHAPTER I Mr. Edward Tredgold sat in the private office of Tredgold and Son, land and estate agents, gazing through the prim wire blinds at the peaceful High Street of Binchester. Tredgold senior, who believed in work for the young, had left early. Tredgold junior,
Deep Waters, The Entire Collection by W.W. Jacobs
Produced by David Widger DEEP WATERS By W.W. JACOBS CONTENTS: SHAREHOLDERS PAYING OFF MADE TO MEASURE SAM’S GHOST BEDRIDDEN THE CONVERT HUSBANDRY FAMILY CARES THE WINTER OFFENSIVE THE SUBSTITUTE STMKING HARD DIRTY WORK SHAREHOLDERS Sailor man–said the night-watchman, musingly–a sailorman is like a fish he is safest when ‘e is at sea. When a fish
Cupboard Love by W.W. Jacobs
Produced by David Widger THE LADY OF THE BARGE AND OTHER STORIES By W. W. Jacobs CUPBOARD LOVE In the comfortable living-room at Negget’s farm, half parlour and half kitchen, three people sat at tea in the waning light of a November afternoon. Conversation, which had been brisk, had languished somewhat, owing to Mrs. Negget
Captains All by W.W. Jacobs
Produced by David Widger CAPTAINS ALL By W.W. Jacobs CAPTAINS ALL Every sailorman grumbles about the sea, said the night-watchman, thoughtfully. It’s human nature to grumble, and I s’pose they keep on grumbling and sticking to it because there ain’t much else they can do. There’s not many shore-going berths that a sailorman is fit