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. 2
“Come, lad; let’s have it,’
said McClintock. “Anything
that concerns Ruth is of interest
to me. What happened between
Ruth and her father that made
him hurry off without passing 1
ordinary courtesies With me?”
“I suppose I ought to tell
you,” said Spurlock; “but it is
understood that Ruth shall never
know the truth.”
“Not if it will hurt her.”
“Hurt her? It would tear her
to pieces; God knows she has
had enough. Her mother . .
Do you recall the night she
showed you the face in the
locket? Do you remember how
sho said—‘If only my mother
had lived? Did you ever see any
thing more tender or beautiful?”
“I remember. Go on and tell
me.”
When Spurlock had finished
the tale, touched here and there
by his own imagination, MeClin
tock made a negative sign.
“So that was it? And what the
devil are you doing here, moping
alone on the beach? Why aren’t
you with her in this hour of
bitterness?”
“ What can I do?”
“You can go to her and take
her in your arms.”
“I might have been able to do
that if you hand’t told me . . .
she cared.”
“Man, she’s your wife!”
“And I am a thief.”
“You’re a damn fool, tool”
exploded the trader.
“I am as God made me.”
“No. God gives us an equal
chance; but we make ourselves.
You are captain of your soul;
don’t forget your Henley. But
I see now. That poor child, try
ing to escape, and not knowing
how. Her father for fifteen years
and you nowr for the rest of her
life! Tell her you’re a thief. Get
it off your soul.”
“Add that to what she is now
Buffering? It’s too late. She
would not forgive me.”
“And why should you care
whether she forgave you or
not ? ’ ’
Spurlock jumped to his feet,
the look of the damned upon his
face. “Why? Because I love
her! Because I loved her at the
start, but was too big a fool to
know it!”
His owrn astonishment wras
quite equal to McClintock’s. The
latter began to heave himself up
from the sand.
“ Did 1 hear you. . . .” be
gan McClintock.
“Yes!” interrupted Spurlock,
savagely. “You heard me say
it! It was inevitable. I might
have known it. Another laby
rinth in hell!”
A smile broke over the trader’s
face. It began in the eyes and
spread to the lips: warm, em
bracing, even fatherly.
“Man, man! You’re coming to
life. There’s something human
about you now'. Go to her and
tell her. Put your arms around
her and tell her you love her
Dear God, what a beautiful mo
ment 1”
The lire went out ol bpur
lock’s eyes and the shadow of
hopeless weariness fell upon him.
“I can’t make you understand; I
can’t make you see things as I
see them. As matters now stand,
I’m only a thief, not a black
guard. What!—add another drop
to her cupt Who knows? Any
day they may find me. So long
as matters remain as they are,
and they found me, there would
be no shame for Ruth. Can’t I
make you see?”
‘‘But I’m telling you Ruth
loves you. And her kind of love
forgives everything and anything
but infidelity.”
‘‘You did not hear her when
she spoke to her father; I did.”
‘‘But she would understand
you; whereas she will never
understand her father. Spurlock :
*tis Roundhead, sure enough, Go
to her, I say, and take her in your
arms, you poor benighted Iron
sides! I can’t make you see. Man,
if you tell her you love her, and
later they took you away to
prison, who would sit at the
prison gate until your term was
up? Ruth. Why am I here—
thirty years of loneliness? Be
cause I know women, the good
and the bad; and because I could
not havo the good, I would not
8
take the bad. The woman I
wanted was another man’s wifo.
So here I am, king of all I sur
vey, w<rfi a predilection for
poker, a scorched liver, and a
piano-player. But youl Ruth is
your lawful wife. Not to go to
her is wickeder than if I had run
away with my friend’s wife.
You’re a queer lad. With your
pencil you see into the hearts of
all; and without your pencil you
are dumb and blind. Ruth is not
another man’s wife; she is all
your own, for better or for
worse. Have you thought of the
monstrous lie you are adding to
your theft f”
“Lie?” said Spurlock, as
tounded.
“Aye—to pretend to her that
you don’t care. That’s a damna
ble lie; and when she finds out,
’tis then she will not forgive.
She’ll have this hour always with
her;”
“I can’t.’”
“Afraid?”
“Yes.”
This simple admission disarm
ed McClintock. “ Well, well; T
have given out of my wisdom. I’d
like to shake you until your
bones rattled; but the bones of a
Roundhead wouldn’t rattle to
any purpose. Lad, I admire you
even in ynor folly. Mountains out
of molehills and armies out of
windmills; and you’ll tire your
self in one direction and shatter
yourself in the other. There is
strength in you—misguided. You
will torture her all through life;
but in the end she will pour the
wine of her faith into a sound
chalice. I would that you were
my own.”
“I, a thief?”
“Aye; thief, Roundhead and
all. If a certain kink in your
sense of honour will not permit
you to go to her as a lover, go to
her as a comrade. Talk to her of
the new story; divert her; ,for
this day her heart has been twist
ed sorely.”
McClintock without further
speech strode toward his bunga
low; and half an hour later
Spurlock, passing, heard the pi
ano-tuning key at work.
Spurlock plodded through th2
heavy sand, leaden in the heart
and mind as well as in the feet.
Rut recently he had asked God
to pile it all on him; and God
had added this, with a fresh por
tion for Ruth. One thing he
could be thankful for that— the
peak of his misfortunes had been
reached; the world might come
to an end now and not matter in
the least.
Love ... to take her in his
arms ahd to comfort her: and
then to add to her cup of bitter
ness the knowledge that her hus
band was a thief 1 For himself
he did not care; God could con
tinue to grind and pulverize him
but to add another grain to the
evil he had already wrought up
on Ruth was unthinkable. The
future*? He dared not speculate
upon that.
He paused at the bamboo cur
tain of her room, which was in
semi-darkness. He heard Rollo.s
stump beat a gentle tattoo on
the floor.
“Ruth?”
Silence for a momena “Yes.
What is it?”
Is there anything that I can
do?” The idiocy of the ques
tion filled him with the craving
of laughter. Was there anything
he could do 1
“No, lloddy; nothing.”
“Would you like to have me
come in and talk?” How tender
that sounded!—talk!
“If you want to.”
Bamboo and bead tinkled and
slithered behind him. The dusky
obscurity of the room was twice
welcome. He did not want Ruth
to see his own stricken counte
nance ; nor did he care to see hers
ravaged by tears. He knew she
had been weeping. He drew a
chair to the side of the bed and
sat down, terrified by tha utter
fallowness of his mind. Filled
as he was with conflicting emo
tions, any stretch of silence would
be dangerous. The fascination of
the idea of throwing himself
upon his knees at.d crying out
all that was in his heart 1 As
his eyes began to focus objeets,
he saw one of her arms extended
upon the counterpane, in his di
rcction the hand clenched tight
ly
“lam very wicked,” she said.
'“After all. he is my father,
Hoddy; and t cursed him. But
all those empty years 1 . . . My
I’fi1 sorry. I do
forgive him; uut ne will never
kno\v now.” .
“Write him,” urged Spurlock,
finding speech.
“He would return my letters
unopened or destroy them.”
That was true, thought Spur
lock. No matter what happened,
whether the road smoothed out
or became still rougher, he
would always be carrying this
secret with him; and each time
he recalled it, the rack.
“Would jrou rather be alone?”
“No. It’s kind of comforting
to have you there. You under
stand. I sha’n’t cry any more.
Tell me a story—with apple-blos
soms in it— about people who
are happy.”
Miserably his thoughts shut
tled to and fro in search of what
he knew she wanted-a love story.
Presently he began to weave a
tale, sorry enough, with all the
ancient claptraps and rusted
platitudes. How long he sat there,
reeling off his drivel, he never
knew. When he reached the
happy ending, he waited. But
there was no sign from her. She
had fallen asleep. The hand
that had been clenched lay open,
relaxed; and upon the palm he
saw her mother’s locket.
CHAPTER XXVI
Spurlock went out on his toes
careful lest the bamboo curtain
rattle behind him. He went into
the study and sat down at his ta
ble, but not to write. He drew
out the check and the editorial
letter. He had sold half a dozen
short tales to third-rate mag
azines; but this letter had been
issued from a distinguished ed
itorial room, of international
reputation. If he could keep it
up—style and calibre of imagi
nation—within a year the name
of Taber would become widely
known. Everything in the world
to live for!—fame that he could
not reap, love that he could not
take! What was all this. pother
about hell as a future state?
By and by things began to stir
on the table: little invisible
things. The life with which he
had endued these sheets of paper
began to beckon imperiously. So
he sharpened a score of pencils
and after fiddling about and re
writing the last page he had
written the previous night, he
plunged into work. It was hot
and dry. There were mysterious
rustlings that made him glance
hopefully towards the sea. He
was always deceived by these
rustlings which promised wind
and seldom fulfilled that prom
ise.
“Time to dress for dinner,”
said Ruth from behind the cur
tain. “I don’t see how you do it,
Hoddy. Its so stuffy— and all
that tobacco smoke!”
He inspected his watch. Half
after six. He was astonished. For
four hours he had shifted his
own troubles to the shoulders
of these imaginative characters.
“He called me a wanton,.
Hoddy. That is what I don’t un
derstand.”
“There isn’t an angel in heav
en, Ruth, purer or sweeter than
you are. No doudt—because he
did not understand you—he
thought you had run away with
someone. The trader you spoke
about: he disliked your father,
didn’t he? Well, he probably
played your father a horrible
practical joke.”
‘ * Perhaps that was it. I always
wondered why he bought my
mother’s pearls so readily. I am
dreadfully sad.”
“I’ll tell you what. I’ll speak
to McClintock tonight and see
if he won’t take us for a junket
on The Tigress. Eh? Banging
against the old roller}—that’ll
put some life into us both. Run
along while I rig up and get the
part in my hair straight.”
“If he had only been my fath
er !—McClintock!”
“God didn’t standardize hu
man beings, Ruth; no grain of
wheat is like another. See the
new litter of Mrs. Pig? By
George, every one of then;looks
like the other; and each one at
tacks the source of supply with
a squeal and an oof that’s en
tirely different from his broth
ers’ and sisters’. Put on that
new dress—the one that’s oil
white. We'll celebrate that new
check, and let the rest of the
wrorld go hang.” >
“You are very good to me,
Hoddy.”
Something reached down into
his heart and twisted it.But he
[
held the smile until she turned
away from the curtain. Ho
dressed mechanically; so many
moves this way, so many moves
that. The evening breeze came
the bamboo shades on the ver
anda clicked and rasped; the
loose etjges of the manuscript
curled. T<> prevenT the leaves
ipoqi blowing about, should a
blow developed, he distributed
paper weights. Still unconscious^
of anything he did physically
He tried not to think—of Ruth
with her mother’s locket, of ter
misguided father, taking his lone
ly way to sea. He drew compel
lingly upon his new characters to
keep him out of this meloncholy
channel; but they ebbed and eb
bed; he could not hold them.
Enschede: no |mman emotion
should ever ,again shuttle be
tween him and God. As if God
would not continue to mock
him so long as his brain held
a human thought! God had giv
en him a pearl without price
- and he had misunderstood until
this day.
McLlintock was in a gay mood
at dinner that night; but he did
not see fit to give these children
the true reason. For a long time
there had been a standing of
fer from the company at Cope
ley’s to take over the McClintock
plantation; and today he had
decided to sell. Why? Because
he knew that when these two
young -people left, the island
would become intolerable. For
nearly thirty years he had lived
here in contented loneliness; then
youth had to come aiid fill him
with discontent.
He would give The Tigress a
triple coat of paint, and take
these two on a long cruise,—
wherever they wanted to go—
Roundhead and Seraph, the blun
derbus and the flaming angel.
And there was another matter.
To have this sprung upon them
tonight would have been worth
a thousand pounds. But his lips
were honour-locked.
There was a pint of cham
pagne and a quart of mineral
water (both taboo) at his elbow.
In a tall glass the rind of a Syri
an orange was arranged in spiral
form. The wine bubbled and
seethed; and the exquisite bou
quet of oranges permeated the
room.
“I sha’n’t offer any of these
to you two,” he said; “but I
know you won’t mind me having
an imitation king’s peg. The oc
casion is worth a dash of the
grape, lad. You’re on the way to
big things. A thousand dollars
is a lot of money for an author
to earn.”
Spurlock laughed. “Drink
your peg; don’t botfrer about me
I wouldn’t touch the stuff for
all the pearls in India. A cup of
lies. I know all about it.”
(To Be Continued.)
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