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Ragged Edge
by
Harold MacGrath
Not since she had discovered it
had Ruth touched or opened the
mission Bible; but to-night (the
same upon which the wonderful
manuscripts started on their long
and circuitous voyage to Ameri
ca) she was inexplicably drawn
to it. In all these weeks she had
not once knelt to pray. Why
should she? she asked rebcllious
ly. God had never answered any
of her prayers. But this time she
wanted nothing for herself: she
wanted something for Hoddy—
success. So, not exactly hope
fully but earnestly, she returned
to the feet <y* God. She did not
open the Bible but laid it on the
idge of the bed, knelt and rested
her forehead upon the worn
leather cover.
It was not a long prayer. She
said it audibly, having learned
long since that an audible prayer
was a concentrated one. And yet.
at the end of this prayer a sub
conscious thought broke through'
to consciousness. “And some
day let him care for me !”
She sprang up, alarmed. This
unexpected interpolation might,
ipoil the efficacy of all that had
gone before. She hadn’t meant to
ask anything for herself. Her
atiffled misery had betrayed her.
She had been fighting down this
thought for days: that Hoddy did
not care, that he did not love her,
that lie had mistaken a vagary
of the mind for a substance, and
now regretted what he had done
—married a girl who was not his
equal in anything. The agony
on the sands now ceased to puzzle
her.
All her tender lures, inherent
and acquired, had shattered
themselves futilely against the
reserve he had set between them.
Why had he offered her that kiss
on board The Tigress? Perhaps
that had been his hour of disen
chantmtnt. She hadn’t measured
up; she had been stupid; she had
n’t known how to make love.
Loneliness. Here was an ap
palling fact: all her previous
loneliness had been triffling be
side that which now encompassed
her and would for years to come.
If only sometimes he world
grow angry at her, impatient!
But his tender courtesy was un
failing; and under this would be
the abiding bitterness of having
mistaken gratitude for love. Very
well. She would meet him upon
this ground: he should never be
given the slightest hint that she
was unhappy.
She still had her letter of
credit. She could run away
from him, if she wished, ns she
had run away from her father;
she could carry out the original
adventure. But the cases wens,
not identical. Her father—man
of rock—had never needed her,
whereas Hoddv, even if he did
not love her, would always be
needing her.
Love stories! ... A sob
rushed into her throat, and to
smother it she buried her face in
a pillow.
Spurlock, filled with self
mockery, sat in a chair on the
west veranda. The chair had ex
tension arms over which a man
might comfortably dangle his
legs. For awhile he watched the
revolving light on Copeley’s. Oc
casionally he relit his pipe. Once
he chuckled aloud. Certain phases
of irony always caused him to
chuckle audibly. Every one of
those four stories would be ac
cepted. He knew it absolutely,
as if he had the cheek in his
hand. Whyt Because Howard
Spurlock the author dared not
risk the liberty of Howard Spur
lock the malefactor; because
there were still some dregs in this
cup of irony, or what could be
more ironical than for Howard
Spurlock to see himself grow
famous under the name of Ta
ber t The ambrosia of which he
had so happily dreamt!—and
this gall and wormwood! lie*
stood up and rapped his pipe on
the rail.
“All right,” he said. “What
ever you say—you, behind those
stars there, if you are a God. We
Spurlocks take our medicine,
standing. Pile it on! But if you
can hear the voice of the mote,
the speck, don’t let her suffer for
anything I’ve done. Be a sport,
and pile it all on me!”
He went to bed.
There is something in prayer;
not tliat there may be any notice
able result, any definite answer;
but no human being can offer an
honest prayer to God without
gaining immeasurably in cour
age, i fortitude, in resignation,
and that alone is worth the ef
fort.
On the morrow Spurlock (who
was unaware that he had offered
a prayer) let down the bars to
his reserve. He became really
companionable, discussed the
new story he had in mind, and
asked some questions about
colour. Ruth, having decided
a course for herself—'that of re
nunciation—and having the
strength to keep it, met these ad
vances in precisely the mood they
were offered. So these two young
philosophers got along very well
that day; and the succeeding
days.
She taught him all the lore she
had; about bird-life and tree-life
and the changing mysteries of
the sea. She taught him how to
sail a proa, how to hack open a
milk-coconut, how to relish bam
boo sprouts. Eventually this
comradeship (slightly resented
by Rollo) reached a point where
ho could call out from the study:
‘‘Hey, Ruth!—come and tell me
what you think of this.”
Her attitude now entirely sis
terly, he ceased to be afraid of
her; there was never anything in
her eyes (so far as he could see)
but friendly interest in all he
said or did. And yet., often when
alone, he wondered: had McClin
tock been wrong, or had she
ceased to care in that way? The
possibility that she no longer
cared should have filled him with
unalloyed happiness, whereas it
depressed him, cut the natural
vanity of youth into shreds and
tatters. Yesterday this glorious
creature had loved him; today
she was only friendly. No more
did she offer her forehead for
the good-night kiss. And instead
of accepting the situation grate
fully, he felt vaguely hurt!
One evening in September a
proa rasped in upon the beach. It
brought coconut. There stepped
forth a tall brown man. He re
mained standing by the stem of
the proa, his glance roving in
vestigatingly. He wore a batter
ed sun-helmet, a loin-cloth and a
pair of dilapidated canvas shoes.
At length he proceeded toward
McClintock’s bungalow', drawn
by the lights and the sound of
music.
Sure of foot, noiseless, he made
the veranda and paused at the
side of one of the screened win
dow's. By and by he ventured to
peer into this widow He saw'
three people: a young man at the
piano, an elderly man smoking
in a corner, and a young woman
reclining in a chair, her eyes
closed. The watcher’s intake of
breath was sibilant.
It was she! The Dawn Pearl!
He vaulted the veranda rail,
careless now whether or not he
was heard, and ran dowrn to the
beach. He gave an order, the
proa was floated and the sail run
up. In a moment the brisk even
ing breeze caught the lank can
vas and bellied it taut. The proa
bore away to the northwest out
of which it had come.
James Boyle O’Higgins knew
little or nothing of the South
Seas, but he knew human beings,
all colours. His deduction was
correct that the beauty of Ruth
Enschede could not remain hid
den long even on a forgotten isle.
CHAPTER XXIV
Spurlock’s novel was a tale of
regeneration. For a long time to
come that would naturally be the
theme of any story he undertook
to write. After he was gone in
the morning, Ruth would steal in
to the study and hurriedly read
what he had written the previous
night. She never questioned the
motives of the characters; she
had neither the abality nor the
conceit for that; but she could
and often did correct his lapses
in colour. She never touched the
manuscript with pencil, but jot
ted down her notes on slips of
paper and left them where he
might easily find them.
She marvelled at his apparent
iiuperviiousness to the heat. He
worked afternoons, when every
body eles went to sleep ; he work
ed at night under a heat-giving
light, with insects buzzing and
droppong about, with a blue haze
of tobacco smoke that tried to
get out and could not. With his
arms bare; the neck-band _of bis
shirt tucked In, lie laboured. Fre
quently he would take up a box
of tad and send a shower down
his back, or fill his palms with
the powder and rub his face and
arms and hands. He kept at it
even on those nights when the
monsoon bega* to break with
heavy storms and he had to
weight down with stones every
thing on his table. Soot was
everywhere, for the lamp would
not stay trimmed in the gale. But
he wrote on.
As the novel grew Ruth was
astonished to see herself enter
and dominate it: sometimes as
she actually was, with all her
dreams reviewed—as if he had
caught her talking in her sleeep.
It frightened her to behold her
heart and mind thus laid bare;
but the chapter following would
reassure her. Here would be a
woman perfectly unrecognizable,
strong, ruthless but just.
This heroine ruled an island
which (in the ’80s) was rich with
shell—pearl-shell; and she
fought pearl thievers and mau
rauding beachcombers, fought
them with weapons and with
woman’s guile. No mau knew
whence she had come nor why.
That there would eventually be
a lover Ruth knew; and she wait
ed his appearance upon the scene,
waited with an impatience which
was both personal and literary.
If the creator drew a hero any
thing like himself, she would ac
cept it as a sign that he did care
a little. *
Ruth did not resent the use of
her mind and body in this tale
of adventure. She gloried in it:
he needed her. When the hero
finally did appear, Ruth became
filled with gentle self-mockery.
He was no Iloddy, but a tremen
dous man, with hairy arms and
bearded face and drink-shattered
intellect. Day by day she fol
lowed the spiritual and physical
contest betwemi this man and
woman. One day a pall of black
ness encompassed the sick mind
of the giant; and when he came
to his senses, they properly func
tioned: and he saw his wife by
his bedside!
An astonishing idea entered
th’s head one day—when the
novel was complete in the rough
—an astonishing idea because it
bad not developed long ago. A
tiling which had mystified her
since childhood, a smouldering
wonder why it should be, and un
til now she bad never felt the
urge to investigate. She tucked
the mission Bible undtr her arm,
and crooking a finger at Rollo,
went forth to the west beach
where the sou’-west surge piled
up muddily, burdened with bro
ken spars, crates, boxes, and
weeds. During the wet mon
soon the west beach was always
littered. Where the stuff came
fro mwas always a mystery.
The Enschede Bible—the one
out of which she read—had been
strangely mutilated. Sections and
pages had been pasted together,
and all through both Testaments
a word had been blotted out. The
open books she knew by heart;
aye, they had been ground into
her, morning and night. One of
her duties, after she had been
taught to read, had been to read
aloud after breakfast and before
going to bed. The same old lines
and verses, over and over, until
there had come times when
shrieking would have relieved
her. How she had hated it I . . .
All thes mumblings which were
never explained, which carried
no more sense to her brain than
they would have carried to Old
Morgan’s swearing parrot. Like
the parrot, she could memorize
the lines, but she could not under
stand them. Never had her
father explained. “Read the first
chapter of Job”; beyond that,
nothing; Whenever she came
upon the obliterated word and
paused, her father would say:
“Faith. Go on.” So, after a time,
encountering the blot, she her
self would supply the word
Faith. But was it Faith T That is
what she was this day going to
find out.
She closed her eyes more vivid
ly to recall some line which had
carried the blot. And so she
came upon the word Love. Blot
ted out—Love! With infinite
care, through nearly a thousand
pages, her father had obliterated
the word Love. Whyf Love was
a word of God’s, and yet her
father had denied it—denied it
to ^e Book, denied it to his own
flesh and blood. Why ? He could
preach the Word and deny Love!
—tame the savage heart, succour
broken white men!—pray with
his face strained with religious
fervous! The idea made her diz
zy because it was so inexplicable.
She could accord her father with
one grace: he was not in any
manner a hypocrite. Tender
with the sick, firm with the
strong, fearless, with a body that
had the resistance of iron, there
was nothing of the hypocrite in!
him.
She recalled him. A gaunt,
powerful man: no feature of hisj
face decided, and yet for all that'
it had the significance of a coun
tenance hewn out of rock. Neveu
had he corrected her with hand
or whip, the ring in his voice had)
always been sufficient to cowerj
her. But never had the hand,
touched her with a father’f
caress; never had he taken hei
into his arms; never had he kiss
ed her. She had never been “My
child” or “My dear”; always
her name—Kuth.
Love, obliterated, annihilated,
out of his heart and out of his
Bible. Why? Here was a curtain
indeed. No matter. It was end
ed. She herself had cut the slen
der tie that had bound them. Ah
but she could remember; and
many things there were that she
would never forgive. Sometimes
—a lonely forlorn child—she had
gone to him and put her arms
around his neck. Stonily he had
disengaged ihimself. “I forbid
you to do that.” She had brought
home a puppy one day. He had
taken it back. He destroyed her
clumsily made dolls whenever he
found them.
Once she had asked him: “Art
you my father?”
He had answered: “I am.”
She had no reason to doubt
him. Her father, her own father'
She remembered now a verse
from the Psalms her father had
always been quoting; but now
she recited it with perfect under
standing.
How long wilt thou forget me,
0 Lord ? for ever ? How long wilf
thou hide thy face from me?
She came upon the Song oi
Songs—which had been pasted
down in the Enschede Bible—the
burning litany of love; and from
time to time she intoned some
verse of tender lyric beauty.
There was one verse that haunt
ed and mocked her.
Stay me with flagons, comfort
me with apples, for I am sick o?
love.
(TO BE CONTINUED)
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revenue for the month of August
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Tax Swindles Drive
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Silesia, the government sent a spe
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It was disclosed that two indus
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Enters Twenty-Sixth Year
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Show Man*s Progress
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