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He was in trouble and she could not help him; that was the ache in her heart. At breakfast both of them played their parts skilfully. There was nothing in his manner to suggest the misery of the pre ceding night. There was nothing on her face to hint of the misery that brimmed her heart this morning. So they fenced with smiles. He noted that she was fully dressed, that her hair was care fully done, that there was a knot ted ribbon around her throat. It now occurred to him that she had always been fully dressed. He did not know—and probably never woidd unless she told him —that it was very easy (and comfortable for a woman) to fall into slatternly ways in this lati tude. So long as she could re member, her father had never permitted her to sit at the table unless she came fully dressed. Later, she understood his rea sons; and it hud now become habit. fascination. It would be diffi cult to find another human being subjected to so many angles of attack as Spurlock. Ruth loved him. This did not tickle his vani ty; on the contrary, it enlivened fascination. She loved him. That held his thought as the magnet holds the needle, inescapably. The mortal youth in him, then, was fascinated, the thinker, the poet :from all sides Ruth attacked him, innocently. The novel dan ger of the situation enthralled him. lie saw himself retreating always advancing, perfectly ob livious of the terror she inspired, from barricade to barricade, Rmh his terror, which is a phase of While he was stirring his tea, she ran and fetched the comb She attacked his hair resolutely He laughed to hide his uneasi ness. The touch of her hands was pleasurable. “The part was crooked,’’ she explained. •\L don't bolivve MeUImtoek would have gone into convulsions at the sight of it. Anyhow, ten minutes after I get to work i’ll be rumpling it.” “That isn’t the point, Hoddy. You don’t notice the heat; but it is always there, pressing down. You must always shave and part your hair straight. It doesn’t matter that you deal with black people. It isn’t for their salces, it’s for your own. Mr. MeClin tock does it; and be knows why. In the morning and at night 1m is dressed as he would dress in the big hotels. In the afternoon he probably loafs in his pajamas. You can too, if you wish.” “All right, teacher; I’ll shave and comb my hair.” He rose for fear she might touch him again. But such is the perversity of the human that frequently there after he purposely crooked the part in his hair, to give her the excuse to fetch the comb. Not that he deliberately courted dan ger; it was rather the searcher, seeking analysis, the why ami wherefore of this or that invad ing emotion. He was always tenderly cour teous; he answered her ordinary questions readily and her extra ordinary ones patiently; be al ways rose when she entered or left the room. This formality irked her: she wanted to play a little, romp. The moment she en tered the room and he rose, she felt that she was immediately consigned to the circle of strangers; and it emptied her heart of its joy and filled it with diffidence. There was a wall; site was always encountering it; the one time she was able to break through this wall was when the part in his hair was crooked. She began to exercise those lures which were bred in her bone—the bones of all women. She required no instructions 1 from books; her wit and beauty * were her own. What lends a tragic mockery to all these ten der traps of hers was that she was within lawful bounds. This man was her husband in the eyes of both God and man. But Spurlock was ever on guard, even when she fussed over his hair. His analytical bent saved him many times, though lie was not sensitive to this. The fire—if there was any in him— never made headway against this insistant demand to know the significance of these manifold in ward agitations. Thus, more and more Ruth turned to the mongrel dog, who bore the name of Rollo unflinch ingly—the dog that adored her openly, shamelessly, who now without a whimper took his di urnal tubbing. Upon this grate ful animal she lavished that af fection which was subtly repell ed by its lawful object. Spurlock was by nature order ly, despite his literary activities. Before the first month was gone, McClintoc admitted that the boy was a find. Accounts were now always where he could put his hand on them. The cheating of the boys in the stores ceased. If there were any pearls, none came into light. Gradually Mc Clintock shifted the burden to Spurlock’s shoulders and re tired among his books and music rolls. lwice bpurlock wont to Cope ley’s—twenty miles to the north west—for iee and mail. Jt was a port of call, since fortnightly a British mail-boat dropped her mudhook in the bay. All sorts of battered tramps, junks and riff-raff of the seas trailed in and out. Spurlock was tremen dously interested in these dere licts, and got a good deal of in formation regarding them, which he stored away for future use. There were electric and ice plants, and a great store in which oue could buy anything from jewsharps to gas-engines. White men and natives dealt con veniently at Copeley’s. It save ! long voyages and long waits; and the buyers rarelly grumbled because the prices were stiff. There were white men with families, a fine mission-house, and a club-house for cards and billiards. Ho was made welcome as Me Clintock’s agent; but he politely declined all the proffcrred com tesies. etting back the ice was rather a serious affair. He loaded the launch with a thou sand pounds—all she could carry —and started home immediately after sundown but even then ho lost from a hundred to a hundred and fifty pounds before he had the stuff cached in MeClintock’s bamboo-covered sawdust pit. This iee was used for refrigerator purposes and for MeClintock’s evening peg. Ruth with Rollo as her guide explored the island. In the heart of the jungle the dog had his pri vate muck baths. Into one of these he waded and rolled and rolled, despite her commands. At first she thought he was endeav ouring to rid himself of the fleas, but after a time she came to un derstand that the muck had heal ing qualities and soothed the burning scratches made by bis claws. In the presence of the husband of his mistress Rollo was always dignifiedly cheerful, but he never leaped or cavorted as ho did when alone with Ruth. Spurlock was fond of dogs; he was fond of this off-spring of many mesalliances; but he never made any attempt to win Rollo, to share him. The dog was, in a sense, a gift of the gods. He filled the role of comrade which Spur lock dared not enact, at least not utterly as he would have liked. Yes—as he would have liked. For Ruth grew lovelier as the days went on. She was as lovely in the spirit as in the flesh. Her moods were many and always striking. She was never violent when angry she became as calm and .baffling as the sea in dol drums. She never grevr angry for anything her husband did: such anger as came to her was directed against the lazy, incom petent servant who was always snooping about in the inner tem ple—Spurlock’s study. She formed a habit which em barrassed Spurlock greatly, but at first he dared not complain. She would come and sit cross legged just beyond the bamboo curtain and silently watch him at work. One night she apparent ly fell asleep. He could not per mit her to remain in that position. So, very carefully, lie raised her in his arms and carried her to her bed. The moment he was out in the hall, Ruth sat up hugging and rocking her body in delight. This charming episode was re peated three times. Then he sensed the trap. “Ruth, you must not come and sit on the threshold. I can’t con centrate on my work. It doesn’t annoy me; it only disturbs me. I can’t help looking at you fre quently. You don’t want me to spoil the story, do you?” “No. But it’s so wonderful to watch you! Whenever you have written something beautiful, your face shows it.” “I know; but . . . .” “And sometimes you say out loud: ‘That’s great stuff!’ I never make any sound.” “But it is the sight of you!” “All right, Hoddy. I promise not to-do it again.” She rose. “Good night.” He stared at the agitated cur tain; and slowly his chin sank until it touche*? his chest. He had hurt her. But the recollection of the warm pliant body in Lis arms . . . . ! “I am a thief!” he whispered. He had only to recall this fact (which lie did in each crisis) to erect a barrier she could not go around or over. ."loineumes 11 seemea to mm that he was an impostor: that Ruth believed him to he >. ne Howard Spurlock, when he was only masquerading ig Spurlock. If ever the denouement eaine— if ever the Hand reached him— Ruth would then understand why he had rebuffed all her ten der advances. The law would at ord her all her previous ots: she would return to the status out of which in his in aness he had taken her. She * might even forgive him. He thanked God for this talent of his. lie could lose himself for hours at a time. Whatever he wrote he was: he became this or that character, he suffered or prospered equally. He was the beachcomber, or the old sailor with the black pearl (Ruth’s tales), or the wastrel musician McClintock had described to him. There was a fourth story; but he never told either Ruth or Mc Clintock about this. He called it “The Man Who Could Not Go Home.” Himself. He did not write this with lead but with his heart’s blood. rsy tne mutate of duly ho was in full health. In the oid days he had been something of an athlete —a runner, an oarsman, and a crack at tennis. The morning swims in the lagoon had thicken ed the red corpuscle. For all the enervating heat, he applied him self vigorously to his tasks. Late in July he finished the fourth story. This time there wasn’t any doubt. He had done it. These were yarns! As he was about to slip the manuscripts into the envelope, something caught his eye: by Howard Spurlock. Entranced, he stared at the naide. Suddenly he understood what had happened. A Wrath ful God was watching him. How ard Spurlock. The honey on his tongue turned to ashes. To write under a pseudonym!—to be foroed to disown his children 1 He could not write under his own name, enjoy the fruits of fame should these tales prove success ful. Here was a thundering blow. All his dreams shattered in an instant. What is the supremo idea in the heart and mind of youth! To win fame and for tune: and particularly to enjoy them. Spurlock slumped in his chair, weak and empty. This was the bitterest hour he had ever known. From thoughts of fame to thoughts of mere bread and butter! It seemed to Spurlock that he had tumbled off the edge of Somewhere into the abyss of Nowhere. At length, when he saw no es cape from the inevitable, he took the four title pages from the manuscripts and typed new ones, substituting Taber for Spurlock. A vast indifference settled down upon him. He did not care whether the stories were accepted or not. He was so depressed and disheartened that he did not then believe he would ever write again. Both Ruth and McClintock came down to the launch to wish him God-speed and good luck. Ruth hugged the envelopo and McClintock, with the end of a burnt match, drew a cabalistic sign. Through it all Spurlock maintained a gaiety which deceived them completely. But his treasured dream lay shattered at his feet. And yet—such is the buoyancy of youth—within a fortnight he began his first novel, pretending to himself that it was on Ruth’s account. To be alone with her, in idleness, was an intolerable thought. Coconuts grew perpetually. There will often be six growths in a single palm. So proas load ed with nuts were always landing on the beach. The Tigress went prowling for nut, too. Onca both Ruth and Spurlock accom panied McClintock far south, t4 an island of blacks; and Spur lock had his first experience with the coconut dance and the boom ing of wooden tom-toms. At first Spurlock tasted coco nut in his eggs, in what meat he ate; it permeated everything, taste and smell. For a long tiim even the strong pipe tobacc<i (with which McClintock supplied him) possessed a coconut flavour, Then, mysteriously, he no longer smelled or tasted it. On the day he carried the manuscript to Copeley’s he brought a packet of letters magazines, and newspapers. Me Clintock never threw away any advertising matter; in fact, he openly courted pamphlets; and they came from automobile deal ers and great mail-order houses, from haberdashers and tailors' and manufacturers of hair-tonics, razors, gloves, shoes, open plumb ing. In this way (he informed Spurlock) he kept posted oc what was going on in the strictly commercial wrorld. “Besides, lad, even an advertisement of a cough-drop is something to read.” So there was always plen ty of mail. Among tne commercial entice rnents MeClintock found a rea 1 letter. In privacy he read and reread it a dozen times, and eventually destroyed it by fire It was, in his opinion, the most astonishing letter he had ever read. He hated to destroy it; but that ws the obligation im posed ; and he was an honourable man. 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