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CHAPTER XXIII
Next morning Ruth did not re
fer to the episode on the sands of
the lagoon. Here again instinct
guided her. If he had nothing
to tell her, she had nothing to
ask. She did not want particu
larly to know what had caused
his agony, what had driven him
back to the old coat. 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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