The Beetle | Page 2

misery of
which never even in nightmares I had dreamed.
As I stood wondering what I should do, a man slouched towards me out
of the shadow of the wall.
'Won't 'e let yer in?'
'He says it's full.'
'Says it's full, does 'e? That's the lay at Fulham,--they always says it's
full. They wants to keep the number down.'
I looked at the man askance. His head hung forward; his hands were in
his trouser pockets; his clothes were rags; his tone was husky.
'Do you mean that they say it's full when it isn't,--that they won't let me
in although there's room?'
'That's it,--bloke's a-kiddin' yer.'
'But, if there's room, aren't they bound to let me in?'
'Course they are,--and, blimey, if I was you I'd make 'em. Blimey I
would!'
He broke into a volley of execrations.
'But what am I to do?'
'Why, give 'em another rouser--let 'em know as you won't be kidded!'
I hesitated; then, acting on his suggestion, for the second time I rang
the bell. The door was flung wide open, and the grizzled pauper, who
had previously responded to my summons, stood in the open doorway.

Had he been the Chairman of the Board of Guardians himself he could
not have addressed me with greater scorn.
'What, here again! What's your little game? Think I've nothing better to
do than to wait upon the likes of you?'
'I want to be admitted.'
'Then you won't be admitted!'
'I want to see someone in authority.'
'Ain't yer seein' someone in authority?'
'I want to see someone besides you,--I want to see the master.'
'Then you won't see the master!'
He moved the door swiftly to; but, prepared for such a manoeuvre, I
thrust my foot sufficiently inside to prevent his shutting it. I continued
to address him.
'Are you sure that the ward is full?'
'Full two hours ago!'
'But what am I to do?'
'I don't know what you're to do!'
'Which is the next nearest workhouse?'
'Kensington.'
Suddenly opening the door, as he answered me, putting out his arm he
thrust me backwards. Before I could recover the door was closed. The
man in rags had continued a grim spectator of the scene. Now he spoke.
'Nice bloke, ain't he?'

'He's only one of the paupers,--has he any right to act as one of the
officials?'
'I tell yer some of them paupers is wuss than the orficers,--a long sight
wuss! They thinks they owns the 'ouses, blimey they do. Oh it's
a----fine world, this is!'
He paused. I hesitated. For some time there had been a suspicion of rain
in the air. Now it was commencing to fall in a fine but soaking drizzle.
It only needed that to fill my cup to overflowing. My companion was
regarding me with a sort of sullen curiosity.
'Ain't you got no money?'
'Not a farthing.'
'Done much of this sort of thing?'
'It's the first time I've been to a casual ward,--and it doesn't seem as if
I'm going to get in now.'
'I thought you looked as if you was a bit fresh.--What are yer goin' to
do?'
'How far is it to Kensington?'
'Work'us?--about three mile;--but, if I was you, I'd try St George's.'
'Where's that?'
'In the Fulham Road. Kensington's only a small place, they do you well
there, and it's always full as soon as the door's opened;-- you'd 'ave
more chawnce at St George's.'
He was silent. I turned his words over in my mind, feeling as little
disposed to try the one place as the other. Presently he began again.
'I've travelled from Reading this----day, I 'ave,--tramped every--
--foot!--and all the way as I come along, I'll 'ave a shakedown at

'Ammersmith, I says,--and now I'm as fur off from it as ever! This is
a----fine country, this is,--I wish every----soul in it was swept into
the----sea, blimey I do! But I ain't goin' to go no further,--I'll 'ave a bed
in 'Ammersmith or I'll know the reason why.'
'How are you going to manage it,--have you got any money?'
'Got any money?--My crikey!--I look as though I 'ad,--I sound as
though I 'ad too! I ain't 'ad no brads, 'cept now and then a brown, this
larst six months.'
'How are you going to get a bed then?'
'Ow am I going to?--why, like this way.' He picked up two stones, one
in either hand. The one in his left he flung at the glass which was over
the door of the casual ward. It crashed through it, and through the lamp
beyond. 'That's 'ow I'm goin' to get a bed.'
The door was hastily opened. The grizzled pauper reappeared. He
shouted, as he peered at us in the darkness,
'Who done that?'
'I done it, guvnor,--and,