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A BORN LEADER An appreciation of

Lady Denham

FROM LEGS TO WINGS-Showing the advances made in
our means of Transportation-Illustrated
History of the Banana. from the Days of Adam
UNDER THE SUN-A Jamaica Novel, very lively and
humorous-By Herbert G. deLisser

from Mrs. Farebrother to Mr. Cundall
IN THOSE GOOD OLD DAYS Showing some of the
things not so good about them







Beautifully Appointed

-and Complete with

every fine

car feature


"The Car that has everything"









General Register Office,
Spanish Town, Jamaica,

O r. ... 193.6..
Delivered to the Registrar-General under the
provisions of Section 3 of Law 2 of 1887, enti-
tled "A Law to provide f -he preservation of
copies of Books printed i Jmaica, and for the
Registration of such oo /

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Vol. III. No. 4.


L ADY DENHAM is tlhe
youngest Governor's wife
Jamaica has had for very
many years; indeed we have to
go back very far to tind any
"First Lady of the Land" of ;a
corresponding youthfulness.
ER graciousness of man.
ner is known to everyone
who has any acquaintancelship
with her; pleasantness and1
courtesy are natural to h'1r.
But other qualities show them.
selves also. There is al.ont her
a firmness indicating strength
of character, a directness whi'-hl
shows that she has her mind
fixed upon definite objects and
h a s resolved upon reaching l
these without any uuneiessary
cirueumlorution. These qualli
ties indeed are indicated in
her ciultured Iut quite definite
tone of voice, in her statements.
in her very walk. Thus one
easily understands, in dealing
with Lady Denham, that she is
of those horn with a natural
capacity for leader.lhip. that
she takes to leadership as
som-ithiii,, to which ishe is en.
titled hiy personal Iqualitinations
apart altogether from position.
IN British Guiana hli gained
the reputation of heing a
very able organiser. She hadi
not been one month in .lamanita
before she set herself to en-
quire into the working of every
institution with which she was
asked to become uonnecteil.
She attended meetings. i.an
some of these meetings some
times lasted for two hours.
This was rather long. hut it
was noticed that she was enquiring into every
detail, making herself familiar with facts
which she believed she ought to know, perhaps
also studying quietly the character of those
with whom she would have to deal, semi-con-
sciously if not of set purpose. Such a per-
sonality may be apt to be a little overpower-
ing, and thus creative of antagonism or op-
position, if it be not informed with a genuine
graciousness and a true if unobtrusive denial.
ity. But that is where the other aspects of
Lady Denham's temperament come so happily
to her assistance. For her pleasantness, and,
let the truth be confessed, her good looks, con-
stitute a charm that wins friendship and a
willing cooperation.

BEFORE Lady Denham came to Jamaica
she had been, of course, in other tropical
countries. As she herself said one day: "All


Born L


my life I have been steadily going west." But
the westering she has made has been towards
larger fields of social endeavour and, we may
add, greater opportunities for winning that
admiration she so fully deserves. She does
not know Ceylon. She had not become our
Governor's wife while he was in the Colonial
Service of that island. But she has lieen in
Kenya, Gambia and British Guiana: and
though Kenya and Gambia have each a larger
population than Jamaica it is not quite the
same kind of population, and neither has been
a British colony for two hundred and fifty
years. Neither, too, has developed socially as
Jamaica has done. British Guiana, so con-
siderable in area. hias but little more than
three hundred thousand people, and the men
who would be amongst its chief leaders, the
great sugar factory owners, live mainly out-
side of the colony. In Jamaica we have a

For the Year 1935-1936


somewhat complex society; at
any rate nothing by any means
so simple as one finds in Gam-
bia. Our interests are various,
our critical faculty is certainly
developed, there is a respectable
num ber of interests in this
country, the field of endeavour
for a Governor and his wife
may therefore be con4iiiletr.dl
lniage in the sense that it has
so many aspects; there will
-always be plenty for Lady
Denham to do, and that is of
course as she desires it to be.

F OR she would not be happy
in attending only to social
functions during the season at
King's House. She does that
admirably; but one who is a
worker, with knowf ledge, capa-
city and a belief in her own
efficiency, must always wish
for spheres of labour not of a
merely domestic character or
connected with entertaining
only; she must, in a word,
crave for opportunities for ful-
filling functions requiring or-
ganisation an d leadership.
These opportunities are to be
found in Jamaica to a greater
degree, 'We think, than in any
of the colonies of ahich His
Excellency Sir Edward Den-
ham has been Governor or Act-
ing Governor.

BUT suppose Lady Denham
were not the Governor's
wife? She would still be a work-
er. And she would still be a
leam i She would rise to the
hot, b Laac latte position automatically;
hole by Ljnuftllto
even i %he were not the titular
head of a movement she would
inevitably be one of the most important factors
in it: perhaps. from the point of view of regi-
lation and acbhievemrent, the' principal factor.
For it is of the very essence of _y-l'city that
consciously or unconsciously it seeks realism.
tion; and. however strong anay.be human jea-
lousies, the tools go to those who can use them.
But Lady Denham has no jealousy to fear in
Jamaica. She is liked by the people of Jlamain :
even by those who know her only by sight; The
liking of the latter is inspired by her physi-
cal endowments; and one is not sure that, in
a woman, a fine appearance is not after all
the chief element in the winning of popularity.
It was a face that launched a thousand Gre-
cian ships against the City of Troy. A wo-
maz endowed with grace, good looks and a
charming manner, a lady, too, of higli posi-
tion, cannot but be an outstanding influence



TE P clang of the tramcar's gong, the distant hoot-
S ing of a railway engine, the sharp blast of a
m)tor car's horn, the staccato cry of "beast! beast!"
rom the country woman who warns pedestrians to
make room for the passage of her donkey as she
trudges her way down to the metropolitan or town
market, are all audible signals of transportation, of
Sthi- means by which goods and human beings are
n .ved from one place to another.
We take all these means as a matter of course.
Yet it is easy to go back in imagination to a time
when they did not exist, when men utilised only
their legs to take them from one point to another
on land, however distant
their destination might be.
Think, for instance, of
Jamaica in the days of
the Arawaks. A band of
these Indians might wish
to move from Kingston to
Montego Bay overland.
There was nothing for
them to do save tramp the
long way along trails that
they knew, over hills and
through dales; and doubt-
less there were not even
trails in those days. These
people would have to cut
and push through forests
and under-brush, so little
communication was there
between the different far-
lying sections of Jamaica.
Of course they could go
in their canoes by the
sea; and this is most pro-
bably what they did when
making some lengthy jour-
ney. On land the trans-
portation proposition was
so difficult a one that it
was rarely entertained;
roads there were absolu-
tely none; and even when
the Spaniards came they
ettahli-h-d only trails for
the most part, and these
were but few and far be-

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IF one stood today in the .. -...:
midst of Harbour Street,
or in the vicinity of the ON
Jubilee Market (King-
ston), or in St. James's Street in Montego Bay, or
in the High Street of St. Ann's Bay, or indeed in
the main thurougliare of any town of this island,
to make the reflections chronicled above, one would
either promptly be run over by a tramcar or a motor
bus, or by an automobile, or a mule cart dashing
along furiously and drawn by a spirited animal di-
rected by a blasphemous drayman. Or if you hap-
pened to escape this invited death you would be
roughly ordered out of the way or pull-
ed aside by an indignant policeman
with a warning not to obstruct the .
traffic. For this traffic you see pouring '..
into even a country town like lMontet;o
Bay on, for instance, the itad that
bisects the Barnett Estate. tl/ property
of the Custos of St. Jan's. though
there the tramcar is asbent. And some
traffic there is even on the lonely
mountain paths, where suddenly you
will hear the warning blare of a horn
or the crash on the limestone pavement
of a team of approaching mules. The
traffic const'a.'y increases in Jamaica,
,the- mod ~ o transportation are many:
the day is probably near at hand when
a graceful airplane will convey people
and parcels from one urban centre of
the island to another. Yet when one
looks at a photograph of King Street,
the principal city thoroughfare of the
old Jamaica, of, let us say, the year
1865, one notices but a few pedestrians,
still fewer vehicles, a horseman or
two, and nothing whatever in the way
of what we consider today to be neces-
sary mechanical means of transporta-

F OR thousands of years men walked,
though sometimes they used the river as a high-
way. Then they discovered the use of the horse and
of the donkey, of elephants and of suchlike tamable
beasts; and after the Spaniards had settled in Ja-
maica they brought over horses and donkeys, and





of our Means of


some mules were bred here, and I seem to see a few
heavy Spanish carriages lumbering along the rough
ways and streets of Spanish Town, then St. Jago
de la Vega, though these were of no use on what
then served as country roads. The trail from


Spanish Town to Moneague, for example, raa
partly by the left and then by the right bank of the
Rio Cobre and became but a narrow, rough and dan-
gerous path over Mount Diablo, a path which a horse
or mule or donkey might negotiate, with the mount-
ain flank towering grimly on one side and the
terrible precipices yawning on the other. It was
not what we should call a road. And even long
after the English came the mountain ways were


dangerous, the arteries of the plains were ill kept,
with broken surfaces which patient oxen and hardy
horses found trying; and riding more than driving
was the mode of transportation for ladies as well
as for gentlemen in those days, though there were

Win s

carriages then which lumbered over the better
roads, squeaking and jolting and progressing at a
painful pace from point to point.
All this has long since been changed com-

STAND for a moment in what used to be the cen-
tre of Kingston, on the western side of the Vic-
toria or Central Park. It is the forenoon of the
day, and a great crowd of people are assembled
here, some of- them stationary, others in constant
motion. To the west stretches a broad street, flank-
ed for a little way on the right hand by the Jubilee
Market, and on the left by
1 a number rf shops dis-
pensing wares of various
kinds. Coming towards
you along this thorough-
fare, and pulling with
some care through the
thronging pedestrians, are
autoniobiles, huge niotir
triuoks. carts drawn by
horses, carts drawn by
Inlules, and little cnutra.p-
tions once known as
lbuggies. then known as
mtusve) drawn by a single
horse andl looking today
like quaint. survivals froin
another era. There ilay
be another kind of cunvey-
ance also, not often seen
in Kin sitting. hut ncmnlon
enough still on ihe roun-
try. r'odi t horigth slowly
disalipparin. .This is ain
o cart. a \~iin thidri n hib
six o r ei ghr oxen in double
r^ !.;w. lhese beasts of :oil
plod steadily aluoc. slow.
pondcroull haulling a bur-
den that seems strangely
inadvilquate to wihat .,)1 0
Should take it be the
strength of the animals,
did you not kn,,w that
oxen are not nearly aw
strong as they seem. Suld
dlenly the impatient hoot-
ing uf a hurn is heard;
then of another and still
of another. Huge vehicles,
VER one painted red, another
painted blue and still an-
other of perhaps a different colour are forcing their
way through obstructions to the front. These are the
motor buses, in some of them twenty passengers or
more; and these may have come from as far away as
Spanish Town or even Falmouth. But as they all
emerge on Orange Street a pause occurs. For in
this street, up and down, flow streams of vehicular
traffic as well as crowds of pedestrians; and larger
than anything else that moves in this street, clang-
ing their gongs and driven by alert
and uniformed men, are the tramcars
of the Public Service Company, running
upon their double tracks, each with its
quota of people.
Country women, too. either riding
on their donkeys or guiding them with
rope and voice from behind Boys and
men pushing along tiny wooden boxes
in the interior of which are ice-cream
buckets or the apparatus for making
what are locally known as 'snowballs".
And still tinier carts are there in which
are cakes and patties and the like, most
of them bearing the painted exhorta-
tion to "Stop me and Buy One." So
the old and the new methods of trans-
portation meet at this spot, as indeed
they meet at so many other places with-
in Jamaica, and there is always also
the railway system. A mass and med-
ley of means of transportation, in
which the past rubs shoulders with the
increasingly triumphant present.

THERE will always be different
means of transportation. The rail-
way will endure for many years, though
eventually steam-propelled engines will
give place to some other form of motor
power locomotive. The horse (as has
been hinted above) will never disappear entirely,
one does not see the donkey utterly out of the pic-
ture on our roads. But the internal combustion en-
gine will largely provide the motive power used in
island transportation in the years to come, as indeed


1935-36 ,


it already does today. For though it is but some
thirty years since we have known this form of pro-
pulsion in Jamaica, within that time its use has be-
come common to every one; its progress and its
popularity have been of an extraordinary rapidity.
But what about our tramway system? That is
still the principal means of cheap passenger convey-
ance in this is-
land's capital. as
the railway is
the principal
means of heavy
haulage wherever
its rails are laidl.
All this will te
changed in t ne
long decades ton
come; but it i3
important. even
in the existing
absence of an o- M-
ordinated trans
port system. that
the t r a m in a y
should noItt be i "
nored. It has de
velnped from
simple begin-
nings, at which
it will be in'W0r-
esting to glance -
fo r a moi_ n]i:t --
Prior tn 1-;76
there %wa n)
tramna.v in la-
maica's .capital. A
couple of years!
before that there
came to Jamaica
a Mr. Tracey Robi
inson, an Anieri-
can engineer who,
noticing that .')
many of the pen-
ple in Kingston
and its suburbs
bad to walk iln
sun and rain. and
in streets of a
deplorable de-
scription, conceiv- -
ed the idea of
ing horse-drawn SE

In the twelve months ending June 30th, 1891, it car-
ried 1,850,289 passengers. Mule power was employ-
ed to draw the cars, two strong mules to each car,
these being handled by sturdy drivers armed with
long whips. In the streets of Kingston, along with
these cars plied "buses" for hire. These buses
carried three passengers and a driver, and were


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conveyances run-
ning on rails in some of the city's ways. He ap- pulled about, each, by one horse. They were frail
proached a very eminent Jamaican of that date, Mr. vehicles, but they were aristocratic as compared
Samuel Constantine Burke, and it occurred to Mr. with the democratic mule-drawn tramcar. As a
Burke that the idea "as an excellent one. Applica- rule, only one or two persons travelled in them at
tion was then made to the Government for the a time, and it became a sort of custom that if one
necessary powers for laying down the line proposed, person occupied a bus no stranger should share the
whereupon most of the 40,000 people in Kingston vehicle except with the express permission of the
and in Lower St. Andrew
predicted that the project
would come to nothing
but would be abandoned
before a single rail was
placed Mr. Burke, how-
ever, got together a small
band of persons who sub-
s i ribed capital to the
amount of 6,150. It was
subsequently found that
more capital was needed,
about 4,000; this had to
be raised by debentures
bearing interest at 'en
per cent. since local capi-
talists would not risk thb.ir
preti bui i.ash for less.
Even then they believed
they were taking a great
risk; however, they found
that required 4,000 and .a
so the first 4 miles and 51
chain of the tramway
were completed and open-
ed for traffic in November
l'1,6. or nearly sixty years
ago In 1878 the principal
line was extended from
about Cross Roads to Half-
way Tree In the year
following a further exten-
sion took place from the
Kingston Parade. a long
East Queen Street to
Paradise Street: and with-
in a few years there was ox CARTS ON AN ESTATE: BY NO MEANS OBSOLETE YE
a line from the end of
King Street to Constant Spring, and one to the May original traveller. But in the tramcars of King-
Pen Cemetery, the total length of the system being ston aristocrats as well' as democrats travelled, all
some 12 miles and 22 chains. sitting cheek by jowl and not only sharing a cheaper
mode of transportation but a quicker one also; for
THE tramway was a success from the beginning, mules pulling a car upon steel rails could make bet-
At the end of about eight months after it com- ter progress than a horse and buggy rumbling
menced operations it had carried 383,320 passengers, over rutty, ill-graded streets.





N one thought of the possibility of this tramway
system changing. Mules quick and strong
were considered the last word in urban transporta-
tion power, for of course the steam railway was a
different proposition altogether. Suddenly came the
proposal that the local tramway company should be
acquired by a Canadian organisation which should
run the tramcars
by means of elec-
tric power. The
transfer was
effected, and
though there were
many in King-
ston who talked
about "a ,ir.
era" in popular
urban travel,
there were others
wi ho prophesied
grimly that any
number of deaths
would be the con-
sequence of huge
electric cars
rushing at head-
long speed along
the streets: it
was felt and said
that human lives
would be the ri-
bute paid for this
8l .unnecessary in -
crease of speed.
These pessimists
were not heeded:
soon an army o2
workers appeared
in certain locali-
S ties and began to
tear up the old
lines and to lay
down the ne w.
They toiled night
and day to the
continuous sound
of singing; t h e
air of their song

Photograph by Cleary and Elliott One and ninepence
IS THE AUTOMOBILE THAT IS won't do for me,
ID Somebody dying
all the time.
It was not clear whether those who were to die all
the time would be pedestrians ground under the
wheels of the new tramcars, or the labourers who
were earning one shilling and ninepence per day at
a job that at any rate would be steady for a while.
But whatever the meaning of the song, the song it-
self encouraged muscular endeavour, and the network
of lines grew and spread,
and presently Papine be-
came as near to Kingston
as Halfway Tree had been,
and the Rockfort Gardens
were brought within easy
g. ,distance of King Street,
and land which had been
in forest prior to the ex-
tension of the tramway
now began to develop into
townships; and it did not
seem that, after all, the
new system would claim
the holocaust of victims

THE West India Elec-
tric Company had also
acquired the electric
lighting rights of King-
ston and Lower St. An-
drew; therefore the or-
ganisation established here
was a considerable one.
But th alest India Elec-
tric Company did not g ej
satisfaction, a riot one
night broke out against
the tramway service, and
sometime after that the
company was sold to the
Jamaica Public Service
Company which now oper-
ates the tramway and the
electric lighting systems
of Kingston and St. An-
drew, and has done so
since 1923.
It is a Jamaica Company. It is incorporated
under the Jamaica Companies Act. A great block
of its shares was sold in London in 1934, many of
its seven per cent. preferred shares are held by Ja-
maicans as well as Canadians and Englishmen. Its
President lives in Montreal; naturally, its General


Manager lives in Jamaica. With a practically per-
petual franchise for electric lighting in the city, and
an established tramway system, it must be regard-
ed as a permanent local institution; the question
that interests Jamaicans is its future and its rela-
tions to other transportation companies and indivi-
duals, and especially to the general public.

O NE stands in Harbour Street, King Street or in
J Victoria Avenue and watches the tramcars go
by. Sometimes they are packed, ordinarily they are
half full, at times they
are almost empty. But
they must run. This pub- .
lit transport organisation
must observe its schedule
S time or there will be
trouble. Its fares are re-
gulated by law; it must
not abandon any route
prescribed and agreed up-
on at its own sweet will
and pleasure; if a hurri-
cane or earthquake oc-
curs it is very properly
expected to re-establish its
transportation service I.
as early a moment as pos-
sible. Yet the world has
progressed in terms of
speed since the Jamaica
electric tramway system
was established, and what
was looked upon as re-
markable swiftness at the
beginning of this century
Is regarded as at best but
moderate velocity in these
days: the criterion is the
swift motor car and the
still swifter aeroplane--
the latest word in the
way of speed.
Yet tramways are not
obsolete in even the great-
est of cities. You see
tramcars on the Embank-
ment of London to-day,
they crash and thunder
along some of the princi-
pal thoroughfares of New
York City, they ply con- THF DONKEY WA
tinuously in the narrow
streets of Birmingham,
they are the pride and boast of Glasgow.
They will all disappear in time, but that time
is not immediate; meanwhile the internal com-
bustion engine which propels the automobile and
the motor truck has been placed within huge con-
trivances known as-the motor bus 4nd motor coach,
and these require no steel tracks on which to run.
With the result that many a little motor bus com-
pany has sprung up in Jamaica, as many a great
motor bus company spraug tip previously in Eng-
land, and to-day, in Kingrton especially, we have
keenly competitive systems in exist-

FOR the Public Service Company is
an owner and operator of motor
buses also; these run along certain
routes, serving Kingston as well as sub-
urban and Lower St. Andrew neighbour.
hoods, while the private bus companies
sometimes use the same routes as well
as others. The private companies also
operate motor buses in other parts of
Jamaica, from Kingston to c.istant
towns on the north, on the v- w-st .d tile
east sides of the island. Tlhein are in
competition with the trucks. : ,..ugh it
is doubtful whether the same class of
people that use the trucks utilise these
buses or coaches. The motor buses.
too, as well as the trucks are in compe-
tition with the Jamaica Railway. There .
is a battle all round, and when one of
the fighters fa.~,1r'iit another comes to
), e its pldaT Perhaps if the patient
Sdonkey ever thinks, and knows what is a-
occurring around him, and the disap-
pearing mule and horse also, and the
,phlegmatic ox, these may say that in
their palmiest day there never was be-
tween them all so fierce a struggle for A PUBLIe'
existence. But the donkey wild pro-
bably add: "Cars may come, and bies
may go, but I go on for ever." For the donkey will
never entirely disappear.

BUT speed is the order of the day, speed off the
rails as well as on the rails; rubber rules, and
the engine whose propelling power is now develop-
ed from gasoline may be utilising some other yet
un.dreamt of power in the future. Speed will more
and more be applied to conveyances-which will be
cheap and commodious, but which to be cheap must

carry more than four or five people at a time. Most of
our transportation will and must be on firm land
for the next fifty years at least, if not indeed for'
ever. The air will not play in that interval of half
a century the predominant part in it. But here is a
difficulty: all these various forms of transportation
complain that they make but little or no profit. The
unfortunate taximan can do but ill unless passenger
traffic is frequent, even though not continuous. The
drayman knows he is destined to fade away at la.t,
as indeed he has been steadily d.,ing in the past


twenty years, and consequently he indulges rather
more liberally in profanatton now than be did at a
former epoch, though indeed his powers in that di-
rection were always remarkable. The Jamaica
Railway doesn't pay. It never could in view of its
heavy capitalisation. thoiigh its ancient indebted-
ness has now been largely liquidated. It once grum-
bled about the parallel competition of motor trucks,
but was told that nothing could be done to assist it.
Now however that something has been done to regu-
late the competition in England between railways and


trucks, motor coaches and the like, we are having
a renewal of the Jamaica ;Gi'vernnent Railways.
contentions. And the Governor is its voice.
For the Railway, hauling heavy goods and con-
veying thousands of people a week, cannot be scrap-
ped. If it were, tran-pil tation in this country
would fall into chaos. The Railway-which, by the
way, was originally called a Tramway-began under
a private company as a short line to Spanish Town,
and ever since then has been a frequent cause cf

controversy. It was taken over by the Government,
then transferred to a foreign Syndicate. then taken
back by the Government at a heavy loss: it has been
extended here and there; it has been criticised, con-
demned. spoken of as a liability; 3et no one -.ould
hear of its abandonment. It has not ceased to chafe
against truck and bus competition on the highroads
parallel to which it runs. It has brought this matter
up again. Again is the transportation controversy
upon us.

A ND what about the
competition in King-
ston and elsewhere? It is
not to be imagined for a
moment that private com-
panies will arbitrarily be
pushed off the roads and
forbidden to operate, thus
suffering heavy capital and
other loss. No one has
ever suggested such a
thing. Yet the "planning"
which is now being ap.
plied elsewhere to certain
form's of internal com-
merce, and also to the
problem of general trans-
portation, on sea as well
as on land, will affect the
J am a oi ca transportation
problem ar% it will affect
the queUtion of local manu-
factures. But bow? That
is the question that h3s
Syet to be answered but
j has not been insistently
put in Jamaica yet. It has
hardly even been asked.
In London. however. such
a problem has been fa.:ed
and tackled: thus one
reads that "'On July 1st.
1933. the newly created
SLoudon Passenger Trans-
S port Board took over prac.
tically all the tranplorrt
facilities within thirty
miles of Charing Cross.
SHenceforth. all of these
are to be managed as a
ER RE ENTIRELY single undertaking so as to
provide an adequate and
properly co-ordinated
transport service for the millions in and about
the world's metropolis." In London there are buses
and coaches, tramways. underground railways. and
the suburban lines of the great Eneli-h Railway
companies These were onte all in competition
with one another: their management is now trans-
ferred to a single hody, an organisation set-lip
under the law, and arrangements have been made
whereby one form of transportation co-ordinates
with another, thus facilitating the public.

THE Jamaica Government Railway,
for example. carried 493.9~0 pas.
by seneers in 193331. the Public Service
(Company carried .5730,032 passengers
in their trams in 1934. and 107,518 in
their motor buses; but. of course. the
Railays' passengers travelled fairly
long distance. A great number of
people is also conveyed throughout the
island by private or smaller companies
or institutions. by taxis, trucks and the
like. Fiom any scheme of co-ordination
adopted some of these means of tr3ns-
portation will of necessity have to he
exempted; and vested or prescriptive
rights of organisationj already in ex-
istenre cill have to be taken into uc-
count The aim will be to con-ider
improved services from the public's
point of view, and also by better plan-
ning and co-ordination to eliminate
econonmit, waste London has set the
example; other English speaking count.
tries will study that example. One
American writer. for instance. has told
his Anmerian readers that "the London
experimlient merits attention"; and that
will be thought in Jamaica also as the
deniand lIe oiles more insistent for a
jr 1WF-%NS better rcoordinated system of transpor-
tation service.

M EANTIME there is a form of transportation
whi:h persists and has hitherto. happily. defied
'.,nipetition On the docks of Santa Marta or ,if
Puerto Barrios. one sees banana ships being inaded
by machines. On the drck- of Kingston or of Bovw
den one still sees the 'ahourers conveying fruit to
ships' holds on their head,. A primitive system no
.doubt, but it gives these labourers a living. and with
their. legs and their heads they make good against
.even the most modern machinery.



.Colonel Inspector General Wrighty

COLONEL the Hon. O. F. Wright, Inspector Gen-
eral of Police--no. I forget, he is not honour-
able. He sitn not in the Legislative Council of Ja-
maica, although he occupies one of the Seats of the
Mighty. But by compliment he is a Colonel, as all
Inspector Generals of Police are supposed to be; but
Mr. O. F. Wright. bead of the Constabulary Depart-
ment of Jamaia, never by any chance alludes to
himself as Colonel Wright, and apparently objects
to anyone else alluding to him by that title. As he
has never been in the Army, is not a Haitian, is not
even an American from the Southern States, he
evidently does not see why the title of Colonel should
be prefixed to his name. Yet as all Inspector Gen-
erals of Jamaica have been Colonels, anyone in Ja-
maica will be justified in addressing him as Colonel
Wright; though I would suggest that they should
never call him Colonel Wrighty.
Wrighty is the name by which he was known to
his friends before he was elevated to his present
position. In strict privacy, he is still spoken of as
Wrighty; but you cannot very well call an Inspector
General "Wrighty" in public: it would not sound
right. There would be a sort of derogation of dig-
nity about such an appellation openly applied (except
in "Planters' Punch"i.
NO ONE was more surprised than Wrighty-I
beg. pardon. I mean Colonel Wright-when it
was announced that he had been promoted to be
Inspector General of Police. One day Sir Arthur
Jelf. the then Colonial Secretary, sent for him and,
speaking to him in a studiedly casual manner, which
was intended to arouse in him a thrill of awe, as-
tonishment and gladness, said: "Wright, you have
been promoted Inspector General." Whereupon the
heart of Mr. Wright sank to somewhere in the vicin-
Ity of his policeman's shoes, and he envisaged him-
self being deported to Barbados or the Leeward Is-
laids. or to some such far and distant country, not
to say wild and uncivilised land, with whose natives
he was totally unfamiliar. He had spent so many
years in Jamaica that it was his home. He had be-
come Chief of the Kingston Police and loved his
work. his environment and general situation. He
had reached the age of forty and was a single man;
the prospects of
exile to the vast
deserts nt Gren-
ada. or even 'o
the wild mount-
ain fastnesses of
Trinidad. did not q
seem to him to
be promotion hut
something of the
nature of banish-
ment. With a
blank face he
looked at Sir
Arthur: in a i
weak voice. very v
unlike the stern -
and strident t
tones of the In-
spector command-
ing the Police of e he
Metropoli-. he ask e rl
"Where anm I pro-
moted to. Sir?'
'Jamaica." replied
Sir Arthur. as thou-h
he himself were owner
of this island. and In- "
spector Wrielht stared
at him with in.:redulity
written all over h i -
fda e.
"You are making
fun. Sir'" lie exr laimld. "you don't mean that."
"So the first thing you do after being promoted
to be Inspector General of Police in Jamaica,"
laughed Sir Arthur Jelf. "is to tell me that I am a
"No, no. uf course not, I do not mean that,"
ejaculated Inslpe.:t.r r Wright, "but you are just
joshing me. you don't mean ."
"Read this." said Sir Arthur Jelf, handing him
one of thnse official papers in which somebody or
other, even a Se':retary of State for the Colonies,
always describes himself as being the obedient ser-
vant of someone of whom he is the master.

RIGHT took in his hand the tablets (I mean
W the documents I and read. He pin. led himself
to find out whether he were awake or dreaming;
then it came tr( his mind that in a dream men
pinched themselves to find out if they dreamed, so
that the test ra. really quite inadequate. He thouiJht
of jamming his lee with one of his spurs, but hasti-
ly concluded that such a means of discovering whe-
ther bo were awake or no would be disastrous if

he should really happen to be awake. Spurs are
worn, first, as an ornament of the feet, and are sup-
posed to facilitate an Officer or a Police Inspector
when dancing with ladies who wear lengthy gowns
and delicate silk stockings. Next, they are intended
to goad horses. Inspector Wrighty did not feel that
he was a lady in a long dress, and he was perfectly
certain he was not a horse. Therefore he was re-
solute not to spur himself. He concluded that if he
were in a dream he would wake sometime. So he
arose and saluted
the Colonial Sec-
retary, and retir-
ed from the Pre-


maintenance of law and order in Jamaica, the man
with a right to precede Royal personages in a gorge-
ous motor car, a gentleman with a place in the Table
of Precedence, which contains a Bishop, an Attor-
ney General, all the Elected Members and two thous-
and Custodes. But soon the news went forth through-
out the island, and it took the island by storm. It
is not often that a Police Inspector is made the head
of the Force in the colony in which he still serves
as one of the chief Inspectors. Precedent and cus-
tom point to his going elsewhere and then working
round and back to his old colony-if he ever re-
turns at all. But Colonel Wright was suddenly ele-
vated from being one amongst many to' being the
One and tlhe Only. Yet nobody seemed displeased. I
myself, then in England, when I heard the news,
thought of sending him a cable of congratulation.
I found, on a rapid calculation, that that would cost
me several -hillines. I felt that even Colonel Wright
could wait for two weeks to be congratulated by me,
though his oul must have been yearning to know,
how I had taken the news. So I wrote him a letter
and assured him iof my happiness, and suggested

that on my return to Jamaica he should stand me a
drink in celebration of the event.

WRIGHTY, of course, had struck Sir Edward
Stubbs as being a good disciplinarian, ener-
getic, and a man not afraid of assuming responsi-
bility. Perhaps Sir Edward thought him also a tri-
fle impetuous; but that was much better than be-
ing lethargic; and his impetuosity would be team-
pered by time. It certainly has been. The Colonel ,
I n s p ector General
does not strike'one
/ in these days as at
all an impetuous
person; since he be-
came the Colonel
commanding the s e m I -
military Police Force of
Jamaica there has develop-
ed in him a certain sober-
Sness of spirit which the
Sheadship of a highly im-
,' ,'i portant department de-
mands. Yet I know that
in an emergency Mr.
I Wright would be the swift
and effective man of action
and would forget for the
moment that a large part
of his duties is reading
Departmental reports and
dictating despatches to
t h e Colonial Secretary's
Office. I well remember
the efficient manner in
which he handled the Dar-
ling Street riot. He did
not wait long to order the
police to fire on a vast in-
surgent crowd; and though
there were some persons
I ready to blame him for
that act, there was never
a doubt in my mind as to
what would have happen-
I ed had hesitation been
allowed supremacy. There
would have been
serious trouble in
Kingston; as it
was, that was
nipped in the bud
at once. An occa-
sional riot seems
to brighten ul)
things a bit. But
if you don't check
it quickly it
means any
amount of trouble.

Sspector Wright
certainly checked
the Darling Street
riot with light-
ning-like rapi d-
ity, and during
the last general
election he hand-
led the disposi-
tion of the police
Sin the various
Selection centres
with a quite satis-
factory efficiency.
Hence Cliff TY-
IOSTS rel Jamaica's
cartoonist, de -
picts him on
this page as violently scattering a number of urchins
who have ventured to disturb ihl- neace and order
of our Sovereign Lord the King. But this is *-he-
Wrighty of the earlier Inspector days, hardly the
Colonel of the Inspector General days. Yet there are
always to be expected flashes of the old spirit, and
I would warn all small boys to beware of attempt-
ing to subvert the Constitution of this country with
Inspector General Wright in the vicinity. He won't
have it; he simply won't have it. His job is to ke-ep
the peace, and in the interest of peace he would use
a sword-preferably, a stick.
SDON'T meet the Colonel so often in these days
as I did when he was but an Inspector; he re-
mains far more within the seclusion of his office
than he. did at a former period of his career. But I
follow his actions with a good deal -,f intere'4: and
I have a sort of feeling that he ft'll.--w mine (I
wish he didn't!) Both he and I may be said, in
the words of the hymn,
To shine with a pure clear ltcibr.
Like t itt ll I'ial -in r hllriinLr i, the night;
Thou;i i., wi.rll i;s .darkbn.s. so we must shine,
WrigLr ;n hi' s mall corner, and I in mine.




We Still Have Bananas To-Day

W HAT sort of leaves did our first parents cover
themselves with after they had eaten of the
Tree of Knowledge, or of Good and Evil, in the Gar-
den of Eden, and then suddenly discovered that they
were looking too much like chorus girls in a mov-
ing picture show? The Scriptures tell us it was
fig leaves, but it is known that the leaves of a fig
tree are far too tiny to form an effective covering. In
Thct, the word fig is used figuratively; and long
ago learned theologians, botanists, travellers and the
like decided that it was the banana leaf that Adam,
and particularly Eve, employed to clothe their per-
sons appropriately so that they should not give
scandal to the beasts of the field. Thus Edward
Long, in his learned and certainly most lengthy
History of Jamaica, Volume III, page 783, (published
in 1774), tells us that "the banana resembles the
plantane, but has rather a softer, mellower taste,
and more appropriate for tarts and fritters. The
leaves of this tree are supposed to have furnished
our first parents with the modesty-piece, or apron,
mentioned in the Scriptures."
The banana, therefore, first furnished clothes to
man, and especially to woman, and has, mythologi-
cally at any rate, a most ancient and honourable
lineage. But it has other pious connections also.
You may not associate Mr. Sam Zemurray, the pre-
sent big noise of the United Fruit Company, with
religious emotions, nor has Mr. J. G. Kieffer, the
Manager of the Jamaica Division of the Company,
been especially distinguished for his evangelistic
tendencies. Yet both of them stand firmly behind
and before the banana, and the old Catholic Span-
iards used to assert in speech and writing that the
shaded arrangement in the middle of the banana,
which you observe when you cut the fruit cross-
wise with a knife, is that of a Crucifix. Wherefore
the Spaniards said that the banana was intended
to illustrate one of the holiest events and facts of
Christianity; and so impressed were they by the
cruciform shaping of the interior banana seeds
that they always broke the fruit and never cut
But while Adam and Eve clothed themselves
with banana leaves, and the conquerors of the New
World brought the banana from the Old World as
a sort of religious symbol as well as something to
eat, we of the existing generation look upon the
banana as an article of commerce merely and the
cause of much argument at sundry public and poli-
tical meetings. We in Jamaica now think in terms
of the banana as once we used to think in terms
of sugar; and when a hurricane occurs we never
dream of enquiring how many persons may have lost
their lives, but how many million banana trees
have been destroyed, It is not that we are inhu-
mane; but we feel that we can better afford to lose
a few lives than a few million stems of fruit. For
the loss of a few million stems of fruit may eventu-
ally mean the loss of many lives, and certainly the
loss of many prospective motor cars-which is a
matter of serious consideration.




NATURALLY, people in Jamaica believe that the
banana was always here, and that the variety
we now export grew wild in the days when Indians
lived among our pleasant places and fed themselves
with the fruits of the earth.
This belief is a mistake. Columbus found no
bananas here, and the food of the aboriginal Indians
was chiefly cassava and maize, with fish and turtle,
when these were captured. Fancy, not a single
banana plant to greet the eyes of the SPaniards,
though these were already acquainted with the ban-
ana in the Canary Islands! They brought banana
and plantain roots to these West Indies after a little
while, however, and these took kindly to the soil
and began to flourish. The plantain was more highly
prized, for it was the staple vegetable food-though
it is really not a vegetable-of the labouring popu-
lation. The banana, which at first was called "bo-
nano", was used to make a fruit drink; also it was
.fried and converted into a sort of preserve. In other
words, it was not taken very seriously; its inferior-
ity to the plantain was accepted as beyond dispute.
The plantain was cultivated; the banana grew wild
or in peasant patches. It was the cheapest of edi-
bles, and anyone who was compelled to consume a
meal of green bananas alone generally concealed
that fact, since it indicated that he had sunk to the
lowest possible social and economic level.
These bananas were not the kind that we export
today. There were three or four varieties here;
the commonest being described by Edward Long as
"Musa Fructu Breviori Oblongo". A banana with
such a name has to be respected; but apparently
it could never have been conveniently exported. It
was only in 1836 that a botanist from Martinique,
who had settled in Jamaica some sixteen years be-
fore, introduced from the former island the banana
that is now known as the Gros Michel. This gentle-
man was John Pouyat, who owned a coffee property
in St. Andrew, and after paying a visit to his old
home he returned to Jamaica with a single banana
plant. He deposited it in the soil and watched it
grow. During the next twelve months there was
no hurricane. So Pouyat planted, the rains water-

ed, and the Lord gave the increase; and Mr. Pouyat
cut the first bunch of Gros Michel bananas ever
grown in Jamaica and sent it to the Agricultural
Society of that time. The Society recognized it as
superior to the other varieties with which this is-
land was already familiar; it therefore awarded Mr.
Pouyat a doubloon for his services to horticulture
and the new fruit became known as "Banana-Pouy-
at." But not for very long. For though, if virtue
ever had its reward, the exportable bananas of the
present day should be spoken of as Pouyats, no one
now. ever hears the name of Pouyat associated with
the banana. Yet I shall never pass a Pouyat with-
out lifting my hat, for to that family, indirectly,
Jamaica owes much; and as it is probable that it
was from the Banana-Pouyart f this country that
Cuba and Central America obtained their Gros Michel
plants, all generations of Jamaicans, Cubans and
Central Americans should rise up and call Pouyat

THAT one banana plant brought here in 1S36 e-
presents the beginning of the great banana trad.i
of the Caribbean countries; and everywhere the
fruit is known by the same name, Banana, and this
name is undoubtedly African. Originally the ban-
ana spread from Southern Asia; but it is the
African appellation that persists. It was almost
certainly from Africa, too, that the banana of mod-
ern commerce came; the roots were taken by the
Portuguese and Spaniards to different parts of the
New World, where it was eaten as a fruit or fed
to animals, but rather neglected otherwise. There
came a day, however, when a certain Captain Lor-
enzo Dow Baker landed at Port Morant to buy bam-
boo and to get a rum punch-I myself prefer to be-
lieve that it was more to get a rum punch than to
buy bamboo. For though Captain Baker may have
had many sins, he was certainly not a Prohibition-
ist, which is something absolutely awful.
It was in 1870 that Baker stopped at Port Mor-
ant, or just 65 years ago. Captain Lorenzo Baker
had a little schooner, he was a tough New England
sailor. Something-it may have been curiosity, it
may have been just a passing idea-induced him to
purchase a small quantity of Gros Michel Bananas
from some small farmers who may have brought
them down to sell in the then wretched little coun-
try port. I take it that Baker and his crew ate some
of these bananas on their way up north; it may even




be that he bought them partly as supplementary
food for his men. But he was a shrewd Yankee; he
must have wondered whether the people "up home"
would ike the banana. So he took some ashore,
after making a quick voyage of eleven days from
Jamaica to Jersey City, and there he found custom-
ers for his truit. This set him thinking. He did
not return to Jamaica for several months, but when
he did, on April 6th, 1871, and landed at Port An-
tonio. he there loaded his 85-ton schooner with as
many coconuts and bananas as it could carry. He
tor.k them to Boston after a rough passage; but he
sold the fruit at a fine profit, and then it came to
nir, mind that good money might be made by estab-
lishing a regular banana trade between Jamaica and

N those days you considered you had made an ex-
cellent run if you did the voyage between the
United States and this island in fourteen days. Six-
teen days was the ordinary time taken by a schoon-
er. Naturally, in these circumstances, sometimes
the fruit \went bad; therefore it is not surprising
that after three years of banana trading Baker found
himself with more and better schooners than before
but on the whole with money lost as a result of his
But he was a persistent devil-I beg pardon, I
mean that he was a persevering man of God. So
he persevered. And he took into partnership his
brother-in-law. Mr. Elisha B. Hopkins, whom every
man in Jamaica knows or ought to know. At the
time that I write these words Mr. Hopkins is still
alive, and long may he live amongst us to expound
the validity of Protestant theology and the benefits
to the human body of brown bread. I say nothing
of unpulilsh:.d rice, although Mr. Hopkins has done
much to spread the fame of unpolished rice. He
has always been a/propagandist, whether of ban-
:nas. of religinus faith, or of some form of food ab-
h'.rred by the majority of human beings; and al-
ways he had been sincere-an essentially good man.
The first time I ever saw him was down in Port
Antonio many. many years ago. I was then a lad
and -:ut i-f a job, and I had heard that in Port An-
tonio jih.- w.re to be acquired as easily as stray
finsler -,f Ibananas, if only you possessed, or at any
rate professed, a sufficient degree of piety. So I
heiame pinis, borrowed enough money to pay my
train fare tu Port Antrni,, and arrived there one
afternoon in time to see Mr. Hopkins arriving at
the old orfi.'e of the Boston Fruit Company, which
then stood i if I remember rightly) opposite to the
entrance i-f the wharf and pier now owned by the
United Fruit Company. 'His carriage was drawn by
a pair of fresh looking horses; he leaped out of
the velii le agilely and disappeared upstairs. 1
could not summron up enough courage to approach
so great a man and ask him for a job. So I went
to varioiiu persons below him, but still influential,
and I was tlId that there were more "dogs than
hones." hiy which it was suggested that the bones
were situations and the dogs the people who wanted
them. and that I was a dog.
I obtained no position in Port Antonio. That
night I sat on the Boston Fruit Company's pier
.atthing the fruits being taken in boats to the
little steamers that lay out in the stream, while the
banana carriers chanted and worked to the rhythm
of their chant, and the great electric arc-lamps shed
a bluish brilliant light upon the scene. I saw sea
and sky darken to a dim horizon in the clear moon-
lit atmosphere. saw men and women toiling cheer-
fully all night, saw the stars eventually fade out
from above, and pink, opal and saffron flash in the
east. when shafts of morning light dispelled the
floating mists. All night I watched
the work of loading the banana
ships: had done so because, with
not a penny in my pocket, it was
impossible that I should seek a
lodging for which a price was
charged. I was not depressed by
my experience then; I rejoice in it
to-day: I wish to affirm that it did
not make me an atheist. That
morning when I left the pier, I was
so fortunate as to meet an old
friend of mine from whom I bor-
rowed the six shillings that would
pay my train fare back to King-
ston. But often I have wondered
since whether, if I had secured a MR. ELISHA B.
situation with the Boston Fruit
Company, I might not have risen
to be one of its chief shareholders in time. As it
was, I took to literature instead of to bananas. Per-
haps the choice (compulsory) was wise.

AKER and Hopkins became L. D. Baker and Com-
pany; but these were buyers and shippers. The
bananas taken to Boston were being sold by a Com-
mission House with which was associated a certain
Andrew Preston. Andrew Preston believed in the
. banana, and Captain Baker believed in Preston. The
New England skipper was impressed by the busi-
ness ability and energy of the businessman who sold
bananas at first to barrows and afterwards in big-


ger lots. It was really Andrew Preston who got to-
gether ten men and induced each of these to put
up two thousand dollars apiece towards establish-
ing a twenty thousand dollar or four thousand.
pound company for the buying, shipping and sell-
ing of bananas. This was in 1885. It was these
ten men who formed the famous Boston Fruit Com-
Baker was the President, Preston the Boston
Manager; and when in 1890 the Boston Fruit Com-
pany was incorporated Jamaica had already begun
to take banana cultivation seriously. We sometimes
hear in these days that the Boston Fruit Company
was entirely different from the United Fruit Com-
pany. It is not so. The Boston Fruit Company,
with Baker and Preston as its leading members, be-


came the United Fruit Company when Preston link-
ed up with Minor C. Keith of Costa Rica and Colom-
bia. Baker was in the United Fruit Company just
as Preston had been in the Boston Fruit Company;
and this is true of other members who had been
connected with the Boston Fruit Company. The
United Fruit Company really represented and re-
presents a development on a considerable scale ,of
the Boston Fruit Company; the Boston may be said
to have been the child, the United the man into
which the child has grown. And just as in grow-
ing a man acquires new ideas, new friendships, new
knowledge, so the greater organisation burgeoned

into something far bigger than the organizers of
the Boston Fruit Company had ever dreamt of.
But this development proceeded as a natural
consequence of circumstances and also of business
energy and ability. When the United Fruit Com-
pany came into existence there were over twenty
other banana trading companies doing business be-
tween the Caribbean countries and America, and e
these twenty or more were not incorporated into the
United Fruit Company, but remained outside of it. "
There were only four companies so incorporated,
the Boston Fruit Company with its subsidiaries, and
three companies representing the Minor Keith's in-
terest in Central America. I read in one of the
many books published on the Banana Industry that
"prior to 1899, the year of the formation of the
United Fruit Company, there had been organised,
according to the best available information, not less
than one hundred and fourteen companies or firms
which engaged in the importation of bananas to
the United States." There are several companies
even now in exi-tence: but the small inadequately-
financed concerns of the last century had but an
ephemeral life; they sprang up and died, or became
merged in some larger commercial organisation.

ANDREW PRESTON was undoubtedly a man of
great ability in his line. When I came to
know him he was old and had become a faddist who
believed that morality could be greatly advanced
by 'pithy ethical precepts printed on slips of paper
and distributed amongst the members of his staff.
In this he showed the American passion for en-
deavouring to improve the human heart by pious
words; but when it came down to business the real
Andrew Preston undoubtedly possessed and demon-
strated great ability even in old age, and I rather
liked to talk to the old gentleman about his early
struggles. He loved' the work he had done and had
to do, he never abandoned it until he died. I fancy
that in his later days the younger men associated
with the United Fruit Company regarded him as an
old fogey; yet it was only fifter his death that the
United Fruit Company fell on evil days. It cer-
Frinly stands to'the credit of the "old fogey" that
lis <.mnir-nr- wa: be:,i-'inin? stronger and stronger
iliurinhi all hs Iai er-'hip .of it, and.,such was the
I'nlmentiiim it acquired that it reached the pinnacle
pf:its prosperity in 1930, six years after Preston's
death, when it shipped sixty-five million stems of
fruit to different parts of the world.
Preston had reigned and died, Mr. Victor Cutter
had come into power; but even many years before
Preston's disappearance from the scene there was a
man who was being spoken of among his friends
as one with whom the United Fruit Company would
have to reckon some day. His name was Samuel
Zemurray, and his field of operations was chiefly
Spanish Honduras. I
will have something
more to say of this
'-'- Zemurray presently.
STo-day he is the head
( of the United Fruit

\ In the meantime,
let us see how the aver-
age Jamaica planter re-
garded this new devel-
opment of local indus-


kees; to him it

At first he paid no
attention to it. To him,
in the first years of
banana exportation
from the island, what
was happening meant
nothing-I speak, of
course, of the bigger
man. The banana was
grown by small people
only; the large land-
owner was mainly a
sugar or coffee produc-
er or a penkeeper, with
a real though unex-
pressed ( other sorts of pioduce;
therefore he had no-
S thing to do with the
banana for several
OSTON But the smaller
man was glad to sell
his fruit to the Yan-
seemed wonderful that poor

people's provender should be esteemed as of some
value in the States. Portland had never been
anything of a sugar parish; it was humble among
the parochial divisions of the island; it was rainy;
it possessed considerable tracks of apparently use-
less land. So it was there that the banana industry
first began to flourish, it was there the banana was
first cultivated for export. E. B. Hopkins prayed
and laboured; Captain Baker drank rum punches
and sailed and sailed; Andrew Preston remained
up north and organised and thought. In Jamaica
the politicians argued about politics and did not per-







ceive that an entirely new factor in the island's eco-
nomics had come into existence. The acorn was
small, almost contemptible; the great oak it was to
become was unguessed at yet.

SOU can picture to yourself ten years as passing.
. I More and more fruit is being exported from
Jamaica; nevertheless its cultivation is confined
chiefly to Portland, with some development in St.
Mary and St. Thomas. It was "a minor indus-
try," but persons with land in those parishes were
beginning to take it seriously now. The truth is
that sugar is steadily failing. The three hundred
sugar estates of 1865 have decreased to two hundred
and sixteen in 1890. A further decrease is seen
to be inevitable by those with foresight; There are
i a plenty of cries and howls over this: the voices of
those crying for their sugar, and would not be com-
forted, because sugar was nearly not. Yet when a
hurricane struck Jamaica in 1880 there wasn't any
particular allusion to loss of fruit, or to the danger
which the banana ran from hurricanes. Even then
the banana did not matter much. But since the
first shipload of this fruit had been sent to the

ricanes of 1880 and 1886 there has been a marked
development of the industry, and those engaged in
it have recognized that even with a hurricane every
six years or so it is a paying proposition. A Dr.
Pringle is at work in St. Mary: he is to become the
greatest developer of St. Mary, the biggest private
banana grower in Jamaica, and, later on, Sir John
Pringle, K:C.M.G.
The banana is to advance to knighthood.
And steadily sugar goes further down.
In 1890 there are only one hundred and twenty-
two sugar estates in cultivation, and all these small.
Something less than fifteen thousand tons of sugar
are exported in that year, and the value is dnly, in


other trees as well. There is desolation abroad.
"The winds of God rose and scattered them."
But the Boston Fruit Company had now become
the United Fruit Company, the little fruit schooners
bad long since been replaced by steamers, the Am-
ericans wanted bananas which Jamaica could sup-
pl1, and Jamaica set about to resuscitate its de-
vastated farms.
The Fruit Company helped many of the bigger
farmers with money advances for immediate re-
quirements. Jamaica was its chief source of supply
and it was not to be frightened by an occasional
cyclone, however ruinous and awe-Inspiring.
ANDREW PRESTON had been head of the Boa-
ton Fruit Company for some time. By this
date too Costa Rica and other Central American
countries were growing bananas for the States.
Preston, as has been related on a previous page,
moved to incorporate the Central American
interests of Mr. Minor C. Keith with the Boston
Fruit Company's interests-chiefly Jamaican-and
the merger was effected. Minor Keith was primar-
ily a railway man in South and Central America
whoi encouraged banana production so that his rail-
ways might have freight; and in Honduras, it is
said, he had a friend of the name of Sam Zemurray
who obtained for him concessions in Honduras. You
notice how the name of this Sam Zemurray keeps
Shopping up in the story of the banana Industry,
d.rn't you? But outside of Spanish Honduras hard-
ly anyone knew anything about this young man, and


States-a period of ten years-there had been no
hurricane; and that circumstance was heartening to
those who were spending a little money on banana
cultivation. It looked for a time as if the game
were all gain and no loss. A great mistake, but one
most helpful at the birth of an enterprise that has
many of the elements of a gamble about it. When
the heavy winds did come in 1880 they could not
shake the confidence that had been established.
In 1886 another cyclone struck the island. As
a consequence of that we read that "great damage
was done to property, especially to banana planta-
tions." You will observe the difference now; the
island is at last taking notice of the banana, though
its cultivation is still mainly confined to Portland,
St. Mary and St. Thomas. No record is yet being
kept of the quantities exported: that is not to be
done for some time after. But between the two hur-

round figures, one hundred and sixty-six thousand
pounds. But the value of the bananas sold is near-
ly eight hundred thousand pounds, and next year
it will be a million. In five years the importance
of the banana industry, financially, has doubled; in
ten years it has become the chief industry and the
mainstay of the country. The crown of the sugar
king has grown tarnished; a new dynasty has arisen,
we hear talk now of banana kings. In 1903 the vol-
ume and the value of our fruit exports have leaped
ahead, and all over the island, even in those parts
where no bananas are produced. there is a feeling
of prosperity. Everybody moves about with buoy-
ancy and pride. We spend money freely ... Then.
in August, 1903, a terrible hurricane sweeps over
Jamaica and the banana fields are levelled flat, as
though they had been an army decimated by ma-
chine-gun fire. The coconuts go down also, and

for many years he was not to be taken into serious
account. He was buying bananas in Honduras. lie
was planting bananas there, he was inducing the
Honduranian, to plant bananas. he was growing
like the bananas. But he was not yet taken serious-
ly. He was like, in those days, what the Jamaica
banana industry had been in the days of its quiet
and unspectacular expansion.
From 1900 onwards Jamaica became definite-
ly a banana country, for in that year the sugar
estates numbered but one hundred and nineteen,
and these were small and struggling remnants of
what had once been a maker of fortunes. There
had been doubt as to whether bananas could grow
on very high lands, on mountain sides-the authori-
ties who had never planted a banana root in their
lives were satisfied that bananas never could. There-
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"I N0W I want a nice fit," said Mr. Christopher
N Josephus Brown. "Something stylish."
"Very good, sir; we'll please you. The trousers
turned up?"
Y. "Yes: that's fashionable, ain't it?"
"The latest fashion in London," said the tailor;
and told his assistant to make a note that the
S trousers were to be in the latest fashion.
The pale anaemic young man obeyed.
"You have got my measure all right?" asked the
"Quite, sir; now if you could come in on Wed-
nesday to try the suit on, that would do nicely."
"W''ednesday? You couldn't make it earlier? I
rather want this suit."
"We'd like to please you, sir; but we can't rush
the work. We want to do it well, you see. Isn't
there au thing elke you'd like? Some fancy waist-
S coats? Ties' Collars? We have a very fine assort-
ment here. They can show you some very fashion-
able things downstairs."
The gentleman addressed assumed a meditative
S air. The ost of the suit was four pounds, and
that "as about all the expenditure he was prepared
to make on his personal adornment just then. He
knew it. but reflected that the show of a little con-
sideratiou would he in excellent form. It would
impress this audience of two. They would think
that. if he liked, he could make larger purchases,
and this belief would place him high in their
"*Not to-day." he said, after a few moments; "on
Wednesday, perhaps; I don't know. I have been
buying so many things that it will be difficult for
me to take all of them back. I am a long way from
S home. you know."
-"Yes. sir? Cotme from India, sir?" The tailor
hazarded a guess. based on the evidence of the cus-
tomer'- complexion.
'. We mt India; the West Indies. Discovered by
Christopher Columbus," the customer replied. "Same
name a- ninee" Ihe added.
.'I eie. sir. Have you got the gentleman's name
S right. Swiffles?" a-ked the tailor of his assistant.
"Oi 'are it as Christopher Brown," said Swiffles,
consulting the notebook he held in his hand. "Oi
thought the -entleman said Brown: is it Christo-
pher Bro,) u. sir. or Christopher Columbus?"
SBre:.n.." replied Mr. Christopher Brown; "my
Christian name i- the same as that of Columbus,
hut thi- fjiaily i, different. Ever heard of Chris-
topher (C.lumiiiusl the great discoverer?"
This rqiestion was addressed to the assistant,
S who. willing to oblige, and remembering that he had
heard srnimthine rof Columbus once upon a time,
readily replied in the affirmative.
S"He ilis'.,vered the West Indies," continued Mr.
Brown. "Ni e pla:e. 'Where every prospect pleases,
and only mnin is vile.' You have heard that, I sup-

"Ye-.. irl, Oi know the hymn. Was that written
about the West Indies, sir?"
"Of course it was," said Mr. Brown graciously:
be was tin patriotic to deny that the West Indies
had forniel thie subject of sacred song, even though
the allusion( did nir seem to be particularly compli-
AMr Br-in. though the business of measuring
him was ioer. hl.owed himself disposed to further
cunversatiii. The elder of his audience noticed
this: but his work was waiting. He immediately
efferted a nnimpromise. "If you'll excuse me a min-
ute. sir. I'll just run outside and see one or two
gentlemen waiting on me. Swiffles, attend to the
gentleman." With that he was gone, and Swiffles
was left to entertain the customer.
There was not very much of Swiffles to look at.
He was short and thin and a Cockney, with sandy
hair, pale blue eyes, and a nose inclined to be stub-
by. The month was weak but good humoured; the
: whrle fare wa. good humoured: it reflected a friend-
ly soul. The tipper lip of Mr. Swiffles was covered
with a thin moustache the colour of his hair, and his
voice when addressing the customer was mild and
deferential. He spoke quickly, and in taking down
the measure of Mr Brown's chest, waist, arms and
legs he had displayed an alacrity which could only
S be explained by a desire on his part to satisfy his
superior officer. Mr. Swiffles, in a word, was a
: ourneyman tailor in a Ludgate Hill shop; a young
man twenty.vix years of age, somewhat sickly, and
S never quite certain for how long his health would

allow him to retain his situation. So with willing-
ness and universal deference he wisely endeavoured
to compensate for lack of physical strength. Not
that great strength is absolutely necessary to the
pursuit of tailoring but, in his case, a sickly appear-
ance might at any moment condemn him in the eyes
of his employers. So he hoped that by the build-
ing up of an excellent character he would more than
make up for his bodily disadvantages.
Often of late he had been thinking of his pros-
pects, depending so much as they did on a pair of
lungs which, if not yet affected by consumption,
might at any moment become so. In the winter
time he caught colds easily and was marked down
as a victim by any epidemic of influenza that chanc-
ed to make its appearance. Six months ago.he had
been told by a doctor that the London climate did
not suit his constitution, but he had ruefully decid-
ed that his constitution would be obliged to suit the
London climate as long as it could. Swiffles was
putting up a stout fight against circumstances, ana
the prize to be gained was forty shillings a week
and, perhaps, a few more years of life.
He knew well he must not allow Mr. Christo-
pher Brown to keep him long from his work, but
that, on the other hand, he must not offend Mr.
Christopher Brown. Hence, at the moment, he was
torn by conflicting anxieties. As for Mr. Brown,
he was conscious of unlimited leisure and an au-
dience, and he realized that some consideration was
due to a man who had just ordered a suit of clothes
and had indicated that in a couple of days he might
patronise that establishment much more extensive-
ly. His complexion was darkish, but not as dark as
an East Indian's, nor had his black hair that sleek
straightness of an Indian's. He was taller than Mr.
Swiffles, had more flesh on his bones, and was al-
together a stronger looking man. The commonplace
but kindly mouth of Swiffles was almost the counter-
part of that possessed by Brown, who was clean-
shaven; but Brown carried himself with an air of
vanity to which Swiffles could not aspire, and he
spoke in tones of self-assertion which suggested that
he was on excellent terms with himself, and pro-
bably with all the world. His nose, too, was well
built, though suggesting more energy than strength
of character. On the whole he looked a fairly
efficient man. In age he might be about thirty.
They were standing in a tiny compartment fur-
nished with two huge mirrors and a chair. Swiffles
waited to hear what Mr. Brown might have to say
to him, and Mr. Brown cast about in his mind for
sage reflections that might be of interest. He had
been two weeks in London, and another four weeks'
stay would end his holiday there. For years he had
been saving money for this visit to England, and
now at the age of thirty he had realized his great
ambition. He had found London a wonderful city;
he had been telling himself that he was glad he
had seen it at last; yet, at the back of his mind,
was a sense of disappointment born of a terrible
loneliness, for he had come alone and was as much
at home (he sometimes said to himself) as though
he were in Russia.
As he had always heard England spoken of as
"home", and as he had himself invariably spoken
of it as the Mother Country, his isolation appear-
ed to him in the light of an injury. He had been
treated with much politeness but had made no
friends. He lived in lodgings at ClaDham: he found
the place cheap; but the other lodgers in the house
all had their own business to attend to, and the
landlady was always too busy to talk for longer
than a couple of minutes at a time. When he took
a ride on the top of a 'bus, he found many persons
ready to answer his questions and to give him in-
formation; but when he arrived at his journey's
end he was as solitary and as lonely as before. This
was purgatory to a man with a sociable and com-
municative disposition, and whiskey was a poor
comfort to one who disliked the taste of that liquor.
The chance of a friendly conversation with another
buman being, therefore, was not to be foregone. He
hoisted a foot on the chair in the little room and
"London's a fine city, eh?"
"Very foine, sir," answered Mr. Swiffles, "none
other loikeit, Oi hear. Paris or New York not so
Mr. Brown dismissed Paris and New York with
a contemptuous gesture.
"Of course not," he replied, with the air of one
who had examined the attractions of those cities
and found them wanting. "This is the centre of
the British Empire; the metropolis df the world.
You are proud of it, aren't you?"
Mr. Swiffles replied that he was, but with no
great show of warmth.
"And of the British Empire, too, I hope?"
Swiffles confessed to pride ih the Empire, but
even Mr. Brown could see that his pride was strange-
ly unenthusiastic The truth was that Swiffles want-
ed to get away, and knew no more about the Bri-


portrayal of some of its

social ways

tish Empire than a young tailor with worries of
his own could be expected to know.
"Ever been to the West Indies?" was Brown's
next question, and Mr. Swiffles admitted that he
had never been outside of London, except to a near-
by seaside resort.
This gave Brown the opportunity to indulge in
laudation of his own country, and he could not miss
the chance. "You ought to go there, Mr. Swiffles,"
he declared with conviction. "That is a place where
a man like you would make his mark. Bright sun
and bright moon all the time. No winter; plenty
of money; fine girls; and an early closing law.
What hour do you leave your work, now?"
Mr. Swiffles explained that, in these summer
months, he worked up to about 6.30 o'clock.
"And in Jamaica you would go home at four
o'clock sharp! And what pay do you get?"
"Forty shillings a week, sir, and 'ave to work
pretty hard for it."
"A man like you would get double that in Ja-
maica," asserted Brown indignantly. "I have known
men come out to Jamaica with nothing, and after
a while they became rich. I myself am not doing
too badly," he complacently added.
"Well, sir, if you will come on Wednesday to
try on the suit," said Swiffles (fearing blame for
having remained so long with Mr. Brown), "we'll
"ave it ready for you. You're sure you won't take
anything else to-day sir?"
"Nothing but a drink if you can come out with
me. Eh? What do you say?"
"Sorry, sir, thank you, but Oi can't. They don't
give us much time in this place, sir," he concluded
confidentially, seeing that the customer was friend-
"Shame!" said Mr. Brown, in the spirit of
a philanthropist. "But what about when work is
over? My time is my own, and I can meet you out-
side at half-past six. How is that?"
"All right, sir," said Swiffles, his face lighting
up with pleasure. This offer was better than a tip.
There was a spice of adventure about it, and Swiffles
had in his time read many books of adventure, the
scenes of which were laid in just such lands as this
sympathetic customer hailed from.
"Good," said Brown heartily. "You will find
me outside"; and then he allowed Swiffles to escape.


AFTER leaving the store Mr. Brown decided to
remain in the vicinity until his new acquaint-
ance should be able to join him. He strolled up
and down aimlessly, as he had done on many a pre-
vious day, watching the traffic pass to and fro in
an endless hurrying stream. The bustle distracted
him; he could not yet accommodate his mind to it;
yet it fascinated him too, and he thought of the
tales he would tell of London when he returned
home: magnifying the height of the buildings, the
width of the streets, the opulence of the city; for
he felt sure that only by so dcing could he convey
to the mind of his friends in Jamaica any idea of
what London was like. He knew they would ask
him if he had made any friends. He would of
course assert that he had, and Swiffles would con-
stitute a solid basis of truth for that assertion.
Then, if Swiffles were married, he could also speak
of Mrs. Swiffles, and write to them very frequently,
and display their answering letters as proof posi-
tive that his trip to London had not only broaden-
ed his mind and extended his knowledge of the
world, but had also resulted in an indefinite widen-
ing of his social relationships. To n.ttke friends
and get a suit of clothes at an outlay o:.f four
pounds was by no means a bad hour's work, he con-
sidered; and, dwelling upon this, the couple of
hours he had to wait before Swiffles made his ap-
pearance did not seem very long.
Brown saw the young tailor the moment he is-
sued from the shop, and hurried up to him. They
shook hands. "Now, Swiffles," he said, "where shall
we go to? You know London better than I do."
"Where would you like to go, sir?" asked
Swiffles, remembering that Brown had invited him
to an entertainment.
"Call.me Brown, old man, and go anywhere,
Let us dine together, and have a good time of it.
Where do you live?"
"In the Bethnal Green Road. It's far from
here," added Swiffles hesitatingly.
"We'll go there afterwards. Let's have a drink,
first, then a meal, then you can go home, and after-
wards we can go to a music hall together. How Is
To Swiffles the programme was inviting, save


in one part iular He did nut like the ido-a of thi;
strann-eir seeiring ;.heltr e lived. but there -eemnedl t '
be no way tu iir it. They .went int11 a public huile.-
and Sniffle, nri.de~tly said that a liass .sf b,.e!
would -atisf3 Ihimi. tllen thiey teut iinto a cheap eat.
ing hniise and had inomethiin hi.I. t. eat. They ibe
came nr're fltriendtly every miinutl. and Brow n tL'":'
14 advanliae ifI tlh- ncasion It, relate his life't hitcnr.
to his new f['ri'td.
WVithlu.iIt at.iiling Mr Brouwin of ah.-,lut,- urne
racit:, it uis.-t lie adtiitted that he left rI n S, ifnflt
mind all entirel'%y wru.ns inlprei i.in i.. t ihe p',sitinii
he ontiilpied at hnme Sifftles gathered that Mi
Brown til.irkedl Iii a store and was very hiih up inf
deed. If lie wvas not exactly a partner. he w.as n-ti
far :'r.nm it: it he was
not precisely in the be-t
social ircleI of the col-
ony, that tas prhoably
to be imputed to his re
tirine di.s,psitio.u. He
had travelled thousands
of miles to visit London.
a fact which attested to
the ex\'ellence of his final
ancial circumstancer-. He
lived in a c,,ntiry tlat
was as nearly like part.
dise as a in\ t-rrestrial
habitaticin i .,iuld be. l tr
Swiffler L'athert- I that in
Jamaica lthl st un and
moon never ia.eJ l it0
shine, th,. rIin t'-ll only
when it waas dilired. no.
sicknciss e ver affelced
anyone. anld nl.'ne'y ai
to be nidie ti.sil.y Ir>
men of e\ai tly tie _taillp
of Swiffle-. Somnethin2
of this had l hbr hiiiteil
in the fir-t interview he.
tween the t\rui y..ui.n
men, andt Brol'\n \.rdsil
had been runniinn .n
Swiffl-s' itIn.Tl T l e
country and i.limate di .-
scribedl by Br.,w\vn een. i
ed to hint t hlie jut- the
sort of thing that wu'lil
suit his ciin-titutiti.n it
was alway.- sU ti in I r
there. So when Brown,.
warming to the work of
eulogising e v e r y thin
connected with himself.
asked Swiffles point
blank why he did not
emigrate to Jamaica, and
assured the Iyoung tailor
that in hint. Biuown. ihe
would find a true friend
and one that would show
him the ropes. and help b
him on in life. Swiffle-
mind was in-tantly fired
with the desire t.i leave
England. Th-e class f
beer may have had s-mlin'-
thing to do \itil it Even
a single glass i.of tber
may slllletiite: lie proi
ductiv',-' f en tlhij uasmls
and herA.ji re-olves "'If
I went to Jainml,.., wt.-ild
I get a joh at ,ine''" Ie
timidly succe-stel. fr vr
his mnlind was ft',rt.ed rI,
dwell ini practical anIi
immediate a- tair-.
"A. n ii u IIn h r.
Brow i as-isred inir.
then paid ilh- bill. and
insisted on leaving ix
penc e on tlie t aii :.
t h o ut i thliere were l
numerii-- -ig ns t t t-l.
effect 'that tipping a a
forbidden n
"And linow w 'll take
a 'bus to wl here ytou
live," said Bri-wn. "anti
you can hate a wash and we'll go to a nimuic hall "
When they arrived at the crossing in the Beth.
nal Green Road whii hi was neare-t to Mr. Switffle-
home, thr-y descended from tile 'bus. and Snitfle;
conducted Brown .o .a building. unit'i rmn with all
the rest in that bliIIk. the ground flo.il'r being >:.ii -
pied by a shop in which a number of nriscellan-iius
articles \ere -sold They went up a flight .-f -lair-
so narrow that two pt-rons could not walk abreast.
They reach ed the second landing; on a hoard attach-
ed to one of the walls hung a number of keys. one of
which Swtiffles took down and with it opened a door
leading into a tiny room furnished with a bed, a
chest of (rawer- and two chairs. S\wiftles gla:nced
round apoloietizally.

"Nice little roini." ctommnented Brunn. whli ,,per
,el\ved the '-lance anid knew its nleani (. Conf'urt.
able flr a single man iSwifftles hadl t-ild BrIutnn that
he was :imn2lei.
'Oi b.h. rd % itii ...rne people hiri-." e prl.in'-J
ill: mu. U man.
[i-llehted Ir n.ieel theil. a aid Mr. Blown. and
arlan;ril hi- tie at the mirr.,r with \hi:hl the the-t
:f d ranter- w\as pri.\ tiled
He,- a- Ltkenl into an rpp.,,ite apartment, evi.
denti :i sittinie r.m.ni. It \was mall. as ill the rio)ni-
in tli li hu-e appeared to be. and tle dlare table
ill the i nlltre i,.i:upied nim t of the space There
v ere i-hamirs ranreii round the table. j mantlepieeti
with ,ornarments. and Brown noticed with surprise

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that there was also a small piano. This suggested
"i.ociety". Mr. Brt.wru was pleased.
Swiffles left hint alone for a fen miuitei, then
c(ile Iback with three person;. a matronly unmlan
anlir Iv.o younger one-. ho, were e\id-untly her
lorid -r;. It wxas uhviotu that the latter had hastily
t'iled lip themm-elves a hit. They wtire a -omewhat
enhbarra-ced air. induced no doubt by the flattering
tI.lecripthlin which Swiffles had given of Mr. Broan.
withinn ten niinute. all trace of shynes-s had dis-
appeared Mr. Briown spoke the English language
and Mr. Swifflei called him Brown. Bronn de-crib
ed l te \est lndi.tl e-. f whit h he knew only tine i --
land i. and hinti-d at the excellent result-s that aiituld
i nsue front tihe eniiratiioni thither of all hi- ni-n

acquaintances. He was so companionable that they
began to like him; he was so delighted that he had
made friends at last that he invited them all to go
with him to a nusic hall. Then another yuung
ma3n came in. and he also \as invited to go to the
music hall. Then Sniffles and this young man sug-
gested that the expenses should he shared by the
dir-:e males, and Christrpher would not hear of it
Thli was his treat, he asserted and the others were
obligedd to agree- indeed. they showed no marked dis-
positi-n to argue the point. Half an hour later the
abhole party had -et tiff for the evening'.s enjoyment.
They parted at about twelve o'clock that night.
and Mr Brown assured them that he had ne\vr en-
joyed himself so much -ince he had come to London.
and this was true. They
S invited him tIn come and
:, -. see then again. anld he
S arranged to meet Swif-
Sties the next evening.
That night. itn his
lodgingEs. remembering
M.- B n the plano) and the friend
r .. o lines i, the girl. Ml.
Christopher Brown felt
c l that if inl i he ud I;e
certain nf obtainintr a
S good situatiu illn L.ondon
he w-.nild make that e ity
his h -,1mr arnd la awake
for ov\' 1r a111 I II- t on-
gratulitin:- hiiu.elf on
h a v i i m et Sniffles.
S Swiffles. un tile otherr
Sand. fell aslerip pro',rtpt-
ly on going to lied. for
he hail tit wake early
next day. But he dreant
of a country with a VoW-
derful cliniate. wlihere
good sitriation- \e',re- to
be had fri the asking Iy
men from England: and
he saw him-elf ill that
country, in a wild jungle,
making clothes hB the
hontsand suits fier na
lives whose dress had
hitherto been extremely
exiguous. it not positive
ly indecent. It was warm
there, and the land was
overflowing with honey
and milk.
It was chilly when
he awoke in the morn-
ing, and as he dressed
hurriedly he t hou ght
with longing of the cli-
miate he had dreamt of.
He would talk more to
his friend Brown about
it. Brown was a nice
fellow, not at all stuck
up; Brown might be
able to do something for
him in Jamaica. But was
he going to Jamaica? He
asked himself the ques-
tion with a sort of sur-
prise. But even as he
did so he began to reck-
on tip his small anving-s.
The meeting with Brown
was already beginning
to have some iniifienioe
upon his life.

On the foll I I n g
llo ninig, tolio. Mr. (Chri;
topher LBrtin. like LMr.
Augustus S %iffles, re-
viewe i tihe iltuatioa.
Seen in the light of it
chilly day, it did iot
seen so alluring as it
had in the first bluh (of
new' and unexpected ac-
,, ,. ... r. .,r quaiuranceships. in the
A glare of a music hali's
colour and illumination.
ir during that hotir last night when he lay avake in
bed rejoicing in his newfound happiness For one
thin., this was a ,cold morning. and it was probably
n\eriat and raining outside. That was all right;
but Mr. Brown realized that it would not he so if he
were obliged to :-i out in suo.h weather to work. Now
he c(tuld IIe in bed until midday if he chioe: but as
one '..f the toilers in this great city he would have
to be up betimes,. like Swiffles, and posting to a job
v. Iich might easily be lost through unpuiintuality or
s nme slight carelessness. He was not unobservant.
Hr- had noticed that men and women were more on
the qui 'ive here than the) were in Jamaica, more
alsxious tn please. more polite to enstomers. Being
himself an erupl,,yee. he did not for a moment attri-





bute all this tu a natural desire to be good and true
and holy, or whatever it is that we are bidden to
be fy the o:opybooks and hymnals of our youth. No;
he was certain that fear of losing one's situation was
the foundation of it all; and he had caught now and
then. when making some small purchase in a shop,
a covert louk darted at a customer by one of the
shop attendants, which surely suggested a desire to
indulge in horrible murder, or at least in violent as-
sault. and which was at strange variance with the
exteriorr courtesy of that attendant to that custom-
er. Again. he had once heard a shopgirl whisper to
a I lleague behind a counter that she was sick of
having to wait on "that old nit." The nit in question
was a very dignified lady with a quietly imperi-
ous oic e. whose infinitesimal purchases were more
than c-mpeusated by her air of distinguished patron-
age Mr. Broin had gazed upon her with awe and
the girl had o-beyed her commands with humility. It
was rather startling, therefore, to hear her privately
alluded to a; a nit, a variety of the insect which
one does not usually associate with the aristocracy.
But it was illuminating also.
No: int the whole, as he turned over his recent
experien i-s in his mind this morning, he
decided that living and working in London
as the Londoners did would not suit him.
He wished he could stay there; the leisure
life iif the great metrop.-li- fascinated him.
And the girls with their stylish appearance,
their mas;e- of gold, flaxen, chestnut or
gk.-sy black hair thrilled him as he had
never been thrilled before. What wonder-
ful featuress they were, even if they hardly
gave a Innelv young man a pas--inc glance.
What pink and white complexions, fresh as
a rne-that is how they appeared to him-
what self-poisession, what independence of
manner. To be able to know some of them,
to take them out for a treat, to play the
ri il man in their presence that indeed
would le the acme of bliss, a heaven on
earth. But one could not do that as a shop
a'.istant thcre. and he was not likely to be
better paid than a native Londoner. In-
deed. there was about as much chance of
his obtaining a situation anywhere in Lon-
don as the proverbial snowball had of last-
ing in the dwelling place of Lucifer. Which
was just us well, he told himself, for the
(inditiioni would never suit him.
He would make the best of his remain-
ing month. and then return to his native
land And he would not again harp so
strongly. in talking ot S iffles, ion the for-
tune which he might help that gentleman
toi make if only he would migrate to Ja-
nmawa. Swiffles might take him at his
word. and while it was excellent to pose in
Lon'dl:n a. a man of influence and even of
cun0i'lerable means, it would be another
matter altol.iether if Swiffles actually threw
up his job ;ailed for Jamaica, and there
cast himself upon the friendship of Chris-
toplihr Brown. Not that he doubted that
Swiffle' would find a fairly good job: that
wa- niost likely. But he might have to
wait l little while, he might not make as
nluch: as Brown had suggested he so easily
could. and. wt'rst of all, he might discover
that PBrnwn had been boasting shamelessly.
about himself. That would never do; pres-
tige mu-t be maintained above all things; I
the honour of the Browns (or of C. Brown) J iS
must not be dragged in the dust before a served
Swiffles. He. Brown, would make the most very
of what life had to offer during this holiday S
of his; after that he would part from Swif- age.
fles. whom he might never meet again, and the .a
each would go his own way unconnected by period
any tie save a vague and distant memory.
Thus did Mr Brown cogitate; thus did he
determine. He could not know that that chance ac-
quaintanceship made in a general shop for men in
a side street in the City was destined to influence
both his life and that of Mr. Augustus Swiffles.


MR SOLOMON JOSEPH was the gentleman for
whion MNr. Christopher Brown worked in a
shop ior store as it is called in the West Indies)
in Kingston. Jamaica.
Mr. Solomon Joseph, as his name suggests, was
a descendant of a people prolific in prophets, priests
and kings. though there had been no prophets in
his family for some thousands of years, no priests
that he could boast of, while, as for kings, any claim
on his part to descent from the former royalty of
Judea would have been denounced as intolerable
insolence by every one of his co-religionists.
Only, in a general sort of way, and in a man-
ner of speaking, could prophets, priests and kings
be connected with Mr. Solomon Joseph; on the
other hand he had a very keen sense of profits,
and this brought him much censorious comment
from his commercial rivals.
One of these, the man trading opposite to him,

and an adherent of the same synagogue, used to say
with a fine show of judicial impartiality that all
that the present Solomon had in common with the
wise man of that name was a disposition to indulge
in a multiplicity of wives, while his relationship to
Joseph could only be perceived in his tendency to
boasting and crowing over his brethren, a few lies
more or less not seeming to make any difference in
the world to him.
Thus does business competition prejudice the
judgment and lead to libellous aspersions; for Mr.
Solomon Joseph was by no means as black as he
was painted behind his back by those who hailed
him to his face as friend and hated him for his,
It happened that two weeks after Christopher
Brown had sailed from Kingston to Avonmouth, Mr.
Solomon Joseph was discussing business expansion
with his mother in the house by the seaside where
they lived. Mrs. Solomon Joseph-father and son
had been given the identical name-was a shrewd
old lady who was devoted to her only boy, now a
thriving man of thirty-eight. He usually talked
over with her all his projected business ventures, not

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only because she had a financial interest in his third
store, but because she understood business and al- pock
ways made useful suggestions. She was a valuable to fi
sleeping partner, about
"What I want to do," said Solomon-they were pack
at breakfast, and it was early that morning-"what O bo
I want to do is to buy some cheap job lots of fancy lost
goods, and the only way I can do that is personally. it sh
It's no use sending an order; there has got td be see
personal selection." flat.
"And you can't go away yourself just now?" bad
asked Mrs. Joseph. "You can't manage it, me son?"
"How can I, mamma, with all these thieves'
trying to ruin my business? Look at what Isidore mos
did only yesterday! Sent in a woman to see what a ch
I was selling artificial silk stockings for, and then ai
cut the price by a threepence! Is that an honestun
thing to do? Would any gentleman do it? Isn't it utnc
to ti
enough to drive a straightforward trader out of his for
mind?" into
"But what can you expect?" shrilly demanded ctt
Mrs. Joseph, her stout frame shaking in wrath.wa
"Don't you remember Isidore's father? Isn't this was
exactly the same way he used to go on? And where an
is he now?"
"In hell, I hope," answered her son piously,

gh the fate of Isidore the elder seemed to afford
little satisfaction as he contemplated the
gressions of the present Isidore who, lost to all
of honesty and high principles of conduct, sent
to spy out the fatness of the land, namely, the
of artificial silk stockings in Mr. Solomon's
, and then promptly reduced the price of his
Where else?" asked Mrs. Joseph, speaking as,
who had had a revelation from on high respect-
he destinies of souls departed: "where else?
all those who set themselves out to ruin you
have the same end. But before they go to where
are bound for, you and I will live to see them
e mud. They will pass through the bankruptcy
, and dog will not pick up their bones."
Solomon contemplated this prediction in silence
Moment. As it stood it held elements of seri-
contradiction, and it seemed strange to him that
another did not recognize that. When things
to such a pass that a dog would not pick up
bones of a man brought down in the world, that
would indeed have become an object of pit).
did it follow that passage through a bankruptcy
court would necessarily bring one to such
utter nothingness? Solomon was not quite
sure. He had heard it said that three bank-
ruptcies made one rich man. He had known
of considerable affluence after one spectacu-
lar failure: the man who had failed had
left the country and was living in opulent
comfort elsewhere. So while he could wish
that those who reduced the price of stock-
ings should face the rigours of penury in
the ftiiure. he qualifiedthis wish with the
stipulation that theirs must be a bona fide
bankruptcy. Otherwise, what would be the
good of it? How could anyone find solace
in the destruction of a foe who seemed to
thrive on that destruction?
"There's many things I could do if I
could get away," Solomon continued, dis-
missing the erring Isidore from his imme-.
diate consideration, though aware that that
Villain was always in the background of his'
mind, as well as immediately in front of.
his business the livelong day. "Tailors are
doing well in Kingston now; and no won-
Sder: they charge such a big price for their
work. Now if I could get a young English
cutter, a hard-working man who could turn,
out cheap suits made to measure, I should
do a roaring trade. But you have to choose
such a man yourself. It's no use writing,
or asking somebody who don't know Ja-
maica to get a man for you. Ten chances
to one he would pick up a fellow who
couldn't leave rum alone. And then, where
I be?"
"Why people love rum so?" questioned'
Mrs. Joseph, indignant that her son's Iros-j
pects of nukinc: money by reducing :lie
price of tailoring should be frustrated by .,
stranger's fondness for the popular drink.l
of the country.
"Can't say," replied Solomon pessimis-
tically, "but they do. Isidore-"
'Does he drink much?" eagerly queried,
Mrs. Joseph, seeing in that possibility the
rays of a sudden and beneficent hope.
Solomon shook his head sadly. "No; I
believe not. He is too mean. He would
drink fast enough if anybody else buy him
Le- the liquor, but he would never spend his
own money on it. What I was going to say
a was this: Isidore got out a counter clerk.
from England last year, and in.six months
er he had to send him home again. The way
that young fellow lap up the rum was an
a admiration. If you met him in a bar he
could swallow three times as much as any-
body else in half the time and still look
sty. Then, when he had about emptied the
:ets of everybody who treated him, he would want
ght; and there wouldn't be any monkey business
it his fighting either. That young fellow could
Sa wicked punch when he had in i"'. .-water-
oy! Well, he had to go; and I was glad Isidore
money by bringing him out all for nothing, and
lowed me the danger of hiring anyone you never
before. But I can't go away this year: that's
So I must lose two good chances. It's just as
as if somebody robbed me."
Depression settled heavily down upon Mr. Solo-
Joseph, though usually his rotund countenance,
'p twinkling eyes and ready smile testified to
ieerful disposition nicely'tempered by an acquisi-
instinct. But that affair of the stockings, the
easing competition of Isidore and others, added
he circumstance that he was chained to his store
an indefinite period and could not fare forth
the world to buy job lots of goods and employ
ers for a projected tailoring department-all this
enough to curdle the milk of human kindness
poison the springs of happiness in any normal
mercial human being.
"What," asked, his mother suddenly, "what



about that young fellow who gone to England the
other day; I mean Christopher Brown?"
"Well, what about him?"
"He don't look like a fool, Solomon."
"I never said he was. He wouldn't be with me
if he was. He wouldn't be getting six pounds a
week-an enormous salary-if he was. But what
about him?"
"He is honest?" asked Mrs. Solomon cautiously.
"Well," replied Solomon as cautiously, "I haven't
caught him doing anything not honest-with me.
And I watch pretty hard. Yes, I think he's honest.
"He has a strong character?"
"I don't think so, if you mean that he is hard
and determined. I think he's rather soft meself;
but he is quick and bright in the business; he looks
after his own department well, and knows some-
thing about every other one. Yes; he isn't what
you call a strong sort of a fellow; I don't think he
would succeed if he had a place of his own, some-
how; but he is a good lieutenant, and he's faithful."
"Yes; Isidore tried to get him away from me
last year; offered him bigger pay and any amount
of lies, but he told me all about it and wouldn't
leave. I can't forget that."
"I remember you telling me about it," said Mrs.
Joesph; "and I am thinking over what you say
about getting somebody to buy job lots cheap for
you, and hiring a good young cutter for your store.
Don't you see that Brown might help you? I like
him; I would trust ,him with this commission.
What do you think, me darling?"
Her darling thought.
He rose from his seat by the table and walked
over to the window which opened southward upon
the sea. Staring at the sparkling expanse of blue
water he summoned up the face and figure of Mr.
Brown to scrutinise them from a new point of
view. Was Christopher, as his mother had suggest-
ed, the man for this great undertaking? Could he
act as representative and ambassador, as plenipo-
tentiary and other self, of Mr. Solomon Joseph? Mr.
Joseph shook his head in serious doubt.
Mr. Joseph did not believe that there was a man
in all the universe who could do so well as he in
purchasing job lots of anything at the lowest pos-
sible price, for retailing at a handsome profit after-
wards; nor could he credit anyone else with possess-
ing that insight into character, and especially the
character of young tailors-with whom, however,
his acquaintanceship had been extremely limited in
the past-such as he believed himself to possess. But
what would you? A man cannot be restrained by
circumstances (chiefly impersonated by a rapacious
Isidore bent upon ruining the trade in stockings)
in one place and also be in another. The presence of
great Napoleons of business must be where the op-
posing generals are most active. This meant that
at other places he must have subordinates to depu-
tise for him. Mr. Solomon Joseph did not like depu-
ties; they might make expensive mistakes. But
what was the alternative? Perhaps the greater mis-
take of letting golden opportunities slip.
He turned from the window and walked towards
his mother. He might then be seen as a man short
and inclined to stoutness, but giving an impression
of efficiency and energy.
Mr. Joseph sat down again, opposite to his
mother, and drummed with his fingers on the table.
This was a sign that he was thinking deeply, bend-
ing all the faculties of his mighty brain to the prob-
lem before him. His mother understood, and as she
"was tull y persuaded that Solomon possessed a
mighty brain, she was not averse to his giving a phy-
sical manifestation of it.
"The worst of trusting other people to do any-
thing for you," said Solomon, breaking a few mo-
ments of silence, "is that they usually do it wrong,
and think they deserve a reward for the little they
do. Christopher might think he is important."
"You can't prevent young men from becoming
conceited," sagaciously commented Mrs. Joseph;
"but if you tell him carefully what you want, I don't
see how he can go wrong."
Ererylhdy in this country goes wrong," as-
serted Mr.-.jio eph. "I remember when I heard last
year that the Government was going to change the
tariff, I did my best to find out what the change
would be. But the Government don't care anything
for a business man, even if they ruin him, so they
wouldn't let out a thing. I had a clerk every day
up at the Legislative Council building, to keep an
eye open and come down to me immediately the
moment he caught a rumour, but all he seemed to
do was to consider he was on a holiday. I told my
staff to be ready to mobilizee" the moment I told
them to. I instructed them that if the customs du-
ties were raised they should increase the price Lf
evervthine in the store by ten per cent. more than
the raise, but that if there was a decrease in the
duties they were to. let the prices remain exactly as
they were. For that is business. Well, one day I
did hear that the Government that very morning
bad raided the Customs duties. I rushed into the
store. and spoke the one word, "Mobilise!" I
thought everybody would understand what I mean,
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fore Dr. Pringle planted bananas high up and they
flourished. There was certainty that bananas could
not be developed in an interior parish like Man-
chester, or in such distant parts of the country as
Trelawny and St. James; there were no facilities
for transportation, it was said. But something call-
ed an internal combustion engine had been invent-
ed, and motor vehicles were being used for joy rides
in Jamaica. The war came; after the war came
motor trucks, and it was found that these could
transport bananas to the sea ports and railway
sidings as well as anything else. The northern
terminus of the railway was at Montego Bay; the
line passed through several parishes; the railway
had become almost derelict when the carriage of
bananas came to its rescue. It was to serve now as
an aid to the banana development of St. James.
Motor trucks did the rest.
All this expansion was being greatly encour-
aged and assisted by the United Fruit Company.
Other companies came into being in the island: the
railway was free to all that could pay the freight,
the roads were free. And the land was in the posses-
sion of the people. But unquestionably the best or-
ganised corporation was United Fruit, and it went
in for growing as well as for buying fruit, and it
financed reliable cultivators as its competitors could
not afford to do. It utilised its financial resources
to strengthen its position in the island, and it was
fortunate enough, when its development was at its
height, to appoint as its manager a man whose
equable temper and understanding of local condi-
ticns are unrivalled. I speak of Mr. J. G. Kieffer.
T had had able managers before, but there had
also been a misfit or two. Mr. Kieffer had lived
and worked in Jamaica for some time before join-
ing the Company's staff: after he joined it his pro-
motion was rapid. He made it a policy to quarrel
with no one. If the soft word would turn away
wrath he spoke it; if it could be of no earthly avail,
he spoke it just the same. And he worked. He
soon became known as perhaps the hardest-worked
man in Jamaica. He extended the operations of
his company: it soon had interests in almost every
part of the island. Jamaica, the birthplace of the
Boston Fruit Company, and therefore the true start-
ing point of the United Fruit Company, was and
still is the largest single country of banana sup-
Other chief' of the United Fruit. nen higher
up than it- Janiaira Divisional Malnage'r. had also
lived and n.,rked in Jamaica. Mi.r. Victor (. Cut-
ter was an employee here; Mr. Hart was an en-
gineer. Mr. Cutter became President of the United
Fruit on Mr. Preston's death; Mr. Francis Hart is
now President. But the man behind thB Throne,
the true ruler of United Fruit, is that Sam Zemur-
ray whose name recurs like a refrain throughout
this writing. Like one of the great Honduranian
volcanoes, he was waiting to erupt in his own good
time. Or maybe it would be more correct to say
that circumstances were keeping him in reserve
until the day when he should come forward, like a
tremendous eruption, to save the Company at the
severest crisis of its fate.
In the six or seven years between the death of
Andrew Preston and the peak point -of the United
Fruit Company's greatness, it has to be confessed
that the company became everywhere unpopular.
This must partly be attributed to jealousy and envy,
that feeling which leads outsiders and rivals to fieht
instinctively against anything too dominant. anyone
too successful. But there was another side to the
story. What saith the Scriptures?-surely this,
"Jeshurun waxed fat, and kicked." United Fruit had
waxed exceedingly fat everywhere, and it was kick-
ing a good many people even though it may pot have
been conscious of its own acts. If fewer persons
felt the kicking in Jamaica, that was because of
J. G. Kieffer's tactfulness. But in Colombia hatred
grew against the company; in Costa Rica the old
kindly affection for Minor C. Keith was not felt for
his incorporated successor which, it was said, aimed
at too much by far; elsewhere too there were grumb-
lings and complaints, and in Honduras, where Sam
Zemurray operated, United Fruit was disliked, and
especially by Sam Zemurray.
I HAVE said that for many years Zemurray was not
taken seriously by United Fruit. Then, when
his efforts were becoming more notable, and his
Cuyamel Fruit Company had to be recognized, I
fancy that his existence was regarded as an imper-
tinence. But Mr. Samuel Zemurray was not a man
who would consent to be regarded as an impertin-
ence. He had not fought his way upward in the
world for nothing: he was prepared to fight still,
and to fight United Fruit, not only in Honduras,
but everywhere else that he could. He was liked
in Honduras. He was friendly with the people
there; whereas, as has been hinted, in the later days
of United Fruit's growth to wealth and power there

was exhibited by some of those connected with it a
strong tendency to treat "the natives" as of little
account. These natives might be white or black or
copper-coloured-though I myself have never seen a
really copper-coloured person. Whatever they were,
it was tacitly assumed that they might be lectured
to, taught good sense according to the latest gospel
of the great corporation, and the belief even came
to be held outside that no one, not an Euglishman
or North American, however great his energy and
ability, might ever hope to occupy a really high
executive position with United Fruit.
Sam Zemurray heard something of all this, saw
it too, and must have smiled that grim mile of his.
He himself did not believe in treating "the na-
tives" with superior airs. He knew well that they
wouldn't always stand for that.
He believed in being on the best possible terms
with all those with whom he had to deal. And he
could always in his manner be "one of the boys."
They say that by 1929 Mr. Zemurray owned thir-
teen steim.hips running between Honduras and
New Orleans. He was worth between two and a
half to three million pounds in hard cash. In Janu-
ary of that same year the stock of his company, the
Cuyamel, sold for sixty-three dollars while United
Fruit sold for one hundred and fifty-eight dollars.
Seven or eight months afterwards both stock sold
for one hundred and twenty-four.
And now, more than ever, Mr. Zemurray was
recognized as something formidable in the banana
The United Fruit Company determined to merge
his company with itself-if that could be done. One
of its chiefs saw Mr. Zemurray, offered him liberal
terms; United Fruit gave him three hundred thous-
and shares of its stock and took over the Cuyamel,
and Mr. Zemurray retired.
He went to settle in the States, he was a rich
man, and he had not that overpowering desire of
some men to add riches to riches uselessly. Per-
haps he thought he could be content to live a life
of leisure: if a live volcano could think, we may
imagine it believing at some time that It had be-
come extinct. But deep down within the man the
fires of energy and of ai.tion still burnt. If the day
should c-nme--aud it came.
The world depression descended upon the world,
and then we all witnessed that. to us, remarkable
phenomenon: the steady fall of United Fruit Stock
The company still paid a dividend, It has never yet
ceased to pay a dividend. But it earned less and
less, it drew upon its reserves wisely laid up for
a possible day of tribulation: voices began to pre-
dict its ultimate dissolution. Samuel Zemurrav,
watching events, saw his great holding of stock
steadily diminish in value. It was going, going,
going-he resolved that it should not be gone. The
story is that he got from other stockholders proxies
to act for them; that he asked for a meeting of
United Fruit's directors, that he threw his holdings
of stock upon the table, holdings which gave him a
majority vote, and demanded immediate reorganisa-
tion. He demanded to be made the Company's Man-
aging Director in Charge of Operations: he wanted
only the position he named. He got it; there could
be no withstanding him. He set to work him-
self and not by deputy- he removed men, he sub-
stituted men, he thought and toiled and reorganised
the volcano was in full eruption. But instead of
destruction it was effecting renovation, and at the
end of the year United Fruit Company Stock was
moving upward and has since continued on its
mounting march.
SET it be related that In Jamaica there was little
or no change attempted by Mr. Zemurray: Mr.
Kieffer was recognized for what he is, Mr. Hislop
also, and others were appreciated and retained.- Ja-
maica had come best out of the trouble which had
afflicted United Fruit. Mr. Zemurray knew this.
When we remember that he started life as a
foreigner from Hungary in the United States, with
but his own brains and energy to help him, made a
fortune for himself, saved it when it seemed Imperil-
led, and saved United Fruit Company also, it will be
admitted tliat he is a remarkable man.
Tall, gaunt, with bony face and strong jaw, his
personality is impressive. Talking calmly, his Eng-
lish is quite good; let him become excited, however,
and you follow his words with difficulty. I know
him for a stern fighter, daring to audaciousness,
fighting for the love of the fray. A big man, men-
tally as well as physically. A good friend, I should
say, but a very bad enemy.
He knows Jamaica; he is now closely connected
with it as the real head of the United Fruit Com-
pany. And Sam Zemurray, who knows men and peo-
ples because he has mixed intimately with them, and
has an instinct for understanding humanity, will
surely know how to deal wisely with Jamaica.









MY FRIEND. Le%%is Ashenheim, came forward a
year ago in an entirely new capacity. He was
persuaded by niany persons to become a candidate
for election to the Legislative Council, and because
he had always entertained a desire to render some
public service he yielded to the solicitations urged
upon him and ne suddenly found him perambulat-
ing Kingston in a motor truck and appearing upon
other platforms. He had always been fond of child-
ren. So the cartoonist of "Planters' Punch", Mr.
Cliff Tyrell. depwits him on this page looking be-
nignantly down upon his grandchildren, and gives
his face the right expression of grand-paternalism.
But Lewis discover-ed as a political candidate that
there are quite another sort of children to reckon
with in this world. and that fact constituted an
aniusing epi.'de in his career.
THE humour oif the situation struck Mr. Ashen-
helm forcibly. %hen, on appearing at a public
meeting, lie would ind twenty or thirty urchins in
the very front row of his audience busy reiterating
the well.known slogan of "Away with him!" These
little ones. ranging from ten to fifteen, girls as well
as boys. had nothing whatever against Mr. Ashen-
heim. Perhaps. if they had any bias at all, it was
in the way .If liking him. For Lewis, gazing down
upon them. smiled as benignantly as he does in our
picture, anti assured them as well as the rest of the
crowd that he regarded them as representatives of
order and law even though at that moment they
were rising to high points of
vocal disorder and indulging in
what might he considered as
verbal lawlessness. Before he
even began to speak these child-
ren would mechanically pro-
claim *'Away-aaaa-". Concluding
that one word would do as well
as three if the object were mere-
ly to make a noise and discon-
cert a speaker, the children
would shout "Away-aaa, Away-
aaa" with the monotony of a
gramophone. Claiming their right
as free citizen; to refuse to
listen to anyone, while emphasi-
zing their own title to be heard.

BEHIND these children would
stand certain organizers of
obstruction who had discovered f.
a new use for urchins in public
affairs. There was no law to pre- U
vent children front attending
public meetings; their attend-
ance mipht almost be looked
upon as the primary stage of
their political education. There
was no use demanding that they
should be quiet, and never once
did Mr. Ashenheim suggest that
they should be expelled from
the scene. So in spite of their
cries he would continue to
speak, and the children would
continue to reiterate "Away- --
aaa": and he would not budge
San inch and they would not stop
a minute and some adult mem-
bers of the crowd felt inclined
to say. "Suffer the little child-
ren to come unto us, and we
shall spank them into proper
behaviour." I think, however,
that in the end Mr Ashenheim
gained a high degree of popu-
larity even amou gst these
youngsters through not having
lost his temper once, through
having smiled in thle midst of
interruptions and having main-
tained a genuine good feeling
towards his infantile opponents
who were merely performing a
jol of work to which they had been deputed.
He was more aniused than annoyed by their persist-
ent clamour. He perceived the humour of the situa-
tion, because he has a natural liking for children.

SE himself sometimes talks of his experiences as
a boy. and one gathers that he is glad to have
passed through those experiences. He tells his
adult friends how he used to trudge to school
through streets that were not at all like those with
which we are now familiar: rough, unpaved thor-
oughfares, in the middle or by the sides of which
waste water and malodorous sewage would flow
towards the sea. There was no sewerage system in
those days: and when it rained the streets would
be muddy after the flood had run off and the walk-
ing would be of the nature of gymnastics. But
Lewis rather liked it. The tenaciousness and per-

By H. G. D.

sistence of his character found athletic expression
in his successfully leaping over pools of water,
avoiding the more formidable looking stretches of
mud, and arriving at his destination in time. Even
when he became a law student there was no luxuri-
ous motor car to take him to his work, not even a


buggy with 'horse's, and he seldom used the mule
tram. "I had an allowance of five shillings a week,"
he has told this writer more than once, "and it had
to last me for the week. If I spent it all in three
days, the other three days I would have nothing.
It had to do, and it did. And what is more, it did
very well." The truth is that the comparative exi-
guousness of his allowance formed an obligation
for thoughtfulness and frugality; and as he always
possessed a methodical mind he speedily adapted
himself to his financial position and found that
what would be considered hardly sufficient for one
day by a legal student in these days could be made
to cover the requirements of six days in the period
of his own studentship.

BUT Lewis had no desire as a youth to become a
lawyer. His ambition was to be a doctor. Was

he attracted by medicine and surgery because one
might be able to take a human being in poor health .
and afterwards gaze with pride upon his suc-
cess in restoring him to normality, or had he a
natural predilection for science instead of for law?
One can never know. It must have been quite obvi-
ous even to a boy that lawyers as a rule make more
money than doctors, though, of course, a first-class
doctor earns quite as much as the first-class lawyer
in this country, and perhaps, sometimes, more. But
though Lewis strikes me as one who has always
believed in himself, his preference for medicine must
have sprung from some other motive than the mere-
ly financial one, for law has been a good profession
in Jamaica from the beginning of our colonisation,
and on the whole far more remunerative than medi-
cine. To become a doctor, however, one has to go
away to study, and that requires a fairly large ini-
tial outlay. At the time of Lewis's youth his pa-
rents could not afford the outlay. So for him it
had to be law, and he settled down to work with a
characteristically determined pertinacity. We all
know the success he has achieved in his profession.
HE grew to love it. He would have loved medi-
cine, had he taken up that, quite as devotedly.
I think that with his character, with his whole-
souled devotion to anything he. under-
takes, and with his natural desire to be-
come a doctor, he would have been a
marked success in the medical profes-
sion; and with the eye of imagination
you can see him clothed all in white,
with a mask over his face, and a keen
instrument in his hand, performing some
excellent feats of surgery. I can also
see him holding the pulse of a little
child, or examining his tongue, or peer-
ing into his eyes, and doing it all in a
manner that would reassure the young-
ster so that he would not be disposed to
suggest that there should be any "Away-
aaa with the doctor." Yet it is difficult
in these days for us to see Lewis as a
doctor and not as a lawyer, even though
the quality of his brain would have been
equal to the higher exigencies of the one
profession as to the other.

IS sense of humour saved Ashenheim
from taking his election defeat tra-
gically or even gravely. His sense of
proportion helped him to understand that
for a new man, entirely fresh to the
political field to obtain 1,700 votes was
an achievement. There never had been
so strongly contested an election in
Kingston. There never had been so
many votes polled. When the figures
were going against him on the night of
the counting at the Collegiate Hall, King-
ston, he laughed and talked
normally and unaffectedly;
and several of his political
opponents said afterwards
S- that his attitude won their
t unstinted admiration. The
-truth is that from about
noon on election day he knew
That he was beaten. But he
went on with the work he
h ad to do as though success
w-ere still within his grasp.
--~ Such a man is not easily de-
-- heated; he is never really de-
feated in spirit, for always
he can laugh at circum-
stances going against him.
E was lunching with me
H about a week before the
'election. My wife "aid to
-him: "Now, after" election
you must take a long rest."
"That is," he promptly re-
plied, "if I am there to rest, because I don't think
there will be anything of me left.", He had up to
then addressed some forty or fifty meetings, some of
them brilliantly successful. His physical strength
held out, but he was feeling the strain though obtain-
ing amusement from his experiences. Hence his
humorous doubt about being "there to rest." But the
election came to an end and he found that he was
still there to rest. Yet he took no rest. The very
day after the counting of the votes, the day after that
on which he had been at the Collegiate Hall from
morning and all through night until the dawn, he
appeared at a business meeting over which he pre-
sided as Chairman, and his tones were unaltered, his
bouyancy was unimpaired, and he went about the
matters before him exactly as usual. It is quite im-
possible to keep this kind of man down; he rises by
sheer force of spirit.





LUCILLA'S grandmother was puzzled when, after
her granddaughter had obtained a situation at
a place situated in Darling Street, Lucilla went about
singing "Keep The Home Fires Burning". The old
lady knew nothing about northern climatic condi-
tions; hence she could not understand the necessity
of home fires, being indeed inclined to look upon
these as purely destructive and usually of an incendi-
ary and anti-Insurance Company origin. Of course,
she knew all about Darling Street, she had it firm-
ly fixed in her mind that it was in that thorough-
fare that most riots originated and most unruly
crowds fired upon. But she could not quite clearly
comprehend how fire from policemen's rifles could
be considered as home fires, or why anybody should
wish to keep them burning. She came to the con-
clusion that, as the world had changed so much
since the days of her own youth, perhaps it regard-
ed all forms of fiery violence as desirable; never-
theless she decided to ask her granddaughter for
an explanation of her song; and on the Sunday
afternoon preceding the morning on which Lucilla
was to take up her situation, grandmamma put her
IT was then that she learnt that Lucilla used the
words "Home Fires" metaphorically. The girl's
situation was in the Beacon Match Factory, and it
seemed appropriate to her that the obtaining of a
job which should provide her with food and cloth-
ing in the future should be celebrated in song. As
matches meant fire, and as home fires signified do-
mestic comforts (in which clothing and food must
of necessity figure prominently), Lucilla could think
of no better anthem of -appreciation than the one
she had been voicing and which had been made popu-
lar in the United States. But grandmamma, being
more prosaic, immediately pointed out that the
words of the song should be, "Keep the Pot Fire
Burning"; since in a tropical home the only fire
allowed would be devoted to cooking or to iron-
ing; and as the stove or fireplace in the humble
yards from which Lucilla and her companions in
life emerged was usually used for these two pur-
poses, "Pot Fire" was surely the proper term to
LUCILLA did not argue. She was much too 'ex-
cited at the prospect before her. She was
eighteen years of age and previously had never
"worked out." Her mother was dead; her father
was stiupp,,ed to be in Cuba or in Colon, or, pos-
sibly, in Costa Rica or Nicaragua; or it might be,
so far as any positive knowledge to the contrary
went, that he was already in the grave. When the
girl was nine or ten years of age he had emigrated
from Jamaica with the loudly expressed determina-
tion to make a fortune, and for the first three or
four years after his deliar-
ture he had sent home remit-
tances for the support of his
daughter and her mother...
Then the mother had passed
away; and though it may be r
supposed that Lucilla's father
had grieved when the news
was sent to him, neverthe-
less, as a very much married
man-for he had never at
any time believed that it was
good for man to live alone--
it is to be presumed that be ,
was able to bear the loss
with equanimity. After this -
death his letters arrived less --
frequently, perhaps because
economic conditions had
changed in the country in
which he was then situated
and he found it a matter of -
some difficulty to transmit -
much loney to his daughter
in Jamaica as well as to pro-
vide for two families in for- -- -
eign parts. -

THERE came presently a -
date after which all cor-
respondence ceased. Lucilla --
was now sixteen years cf -_-
age, having arrived at a
period of her life when she
might be expected to earn
money to keep her own pot
fires burning, as her grand-
mother would have phrased
it. But jobs were scarce;
and she was not exactly of
the type out of which you .
make the ordinary domestic
-servant. A nursemaid she
could have become in a bet-
ter-class household; but in LU


The story


of Lucilla who,

while making matches, met

her match

better-class households babies seemed to be actual-
ly fewer than nursemaids willing to undertake
their care and protection. The functions of an
upper parlourmaid she could have performed with
efficiency after some tuition, but here again the ap-
plicants were many and the vacancies few. Cook-
ing, washing and house-cleaning were not in her
line. Even had she been inclined to undertake such
duties she would in all probability have failed at
them; and her grandmother, who was still able to
wash with vigour, and who fortunately had a small
house of her own in Oxford Street, did not wish
Lucilla to begin life where she must leave it off.
She had some ambition for the girl, so she bade her
to wait with patience and put her trust in God, be-
ing persuaded that the Lord would provide Lucilla
with some suitable' occupation in His own good
W/HEN she was seventeen years of age Lucilla
had seen the Beacon Match Factory rising out
of the earth in Darling Street. A friend of hers
lived in that vicinity, and that friend would no..v.
and then speculate on the possibility of obhtiining *.
situation to make matches if and when matches
should come to be made in Darling Street. The
friend's calculations turned out to be correct. She
happened to be one of the first few girls employed
at the Match Factory after it had commenced pre-
liminary operations; then one day, owing to the
expansion of the Beacon Match Factory business, it
occurred to her to suggest to Lucilla that she should
apply for a post in that establishment. This Lucil-
la did, presenting herself one afternoon before a gate
furnished with a little wire-covered aperture
through which a man's face stared at half a dozen
girls waiting to apply for situations.
The gate opened and the girls, all tidily attired,
walked sedately into a yard, and then into an
office opening upon the yard, within which office, at
a table, sat a jacketless gentleman who at that mo-
ment was gazing severely at the roof above him as
though it had done him something that could never
be forgiven. Having apparently decided to abandon
the vendetta with the roof for a moment or two,
this gentleman brought his eyes down to the level,
surveyed the girls with quick appraising glances,
put a few questions to them, then informed them
all, to their great delight, that they were eneaced.




They were to turn in on Monday morning next at
eight o'clock to learn their several occupations. As
learners they would be paid so much per week;
when they could make themselves useful they would
be put on higher wages. Thus it was that Lucilla
returned home in a highly jubilant frame of mind,
impelled to indulge in a song in which the home
fires burnt as brightly as the sunlight to which she
was so well accustomed.
ON the Monday morning designated Lucilla found
herself within the Beai.on NMatch Factory, an
interested but somewhat nervous neophyte. She
looked about her. Over one hundred girls were in
the main room of the building, each of them hast-
ening to her appointed task with the easy air of an
c-xpert. Luriilla was placed under the charge of one
oi these girls in one of the Factory's departments:
ftrim her experienced companion she was to learn
tier duties in a period of tuition which, it was esti-
mated, would occupy about two weeks. At the end
of a fortnight she would try her hand at her job
under the same individual Fupervision, although a
general "upervisiun would alko, he exercised oier her
movements. In one month, she was told, she should
be proficient. She would then become a full-fledged
wage earner on the factory's staff, which meant that
she would enjoy an increase of wages and could
consider herself a permanent employee.
She glani-ed at the girls working nearest to
her. She noticed that these showed no awe or em-
barrassment. and that, while there was no noise,
they passed remarks to one another, sometimes
smiled. sometimes laughed, and on the whole seemed
a cheerful lot of human beings. The tension she
felt relaxed somewhat. Match making, she conclud-
ed. could not be such a terrible affair if sc many
persons in her own walk of life took to it so cor
dially. She listened carefully to the instructions of
her tutr.res!, then she ventured on a tentative ques-
"IN OuI been here long?"
S'About a month." said the girl. with fingers
moving the while s aiftly and dexterously among a
mass of matches.
"The work hard?" further questioned Lucilla.
"*No." answered the other. "not when you get
used to it. It is easy."
"You like the place""
"Yes, why shouldn't I?"
As Lucilla could find no reason why her in-
structress should not like the place, she did not
reply to this question but asked another: "How
many hours a day you work?"
"Eight." said the other girl, while, fascinated,
Lucilla watched her hands moving as she felt that
hers would never be able to move.



"You never work late, then?"
"Sometimes. But if you do they pay you time
and a half, so we don't mind it. A little extra money
Is useful. don't you think?"
As all money had for a long time been extra
to Lucilla. she devoutly agreed that it was indeed
most useful, and went on with the learning of her
THIS was a new world in which she found her-
self. a manufacturing world, something en-
tirely distinct from anything of which she had had
experience before. She was a KLngstonian. and
therefore consciously felt herself superior to coun-
try girls. No country girl, she was satisfied,
could possess a suficiency of intelligence to become
as proficient in her duties as the groups she saw
around her. She fell to silence for nearly an hour
and then she asked her instructress, who might
have been about twenty: "What part of Kingston
you come from ?"
"I come from the country," said the girl, and
with that shattered one of the illusions of Lucilla.
"I come froni the country," the young lady con-
tinued. "about two years ago, and was living with
me aunt." She paused to do. something to the ob-
jects that lay before her and presently, in a low
voice, she resumed: "I am
still living with me aunt.
For a full year I couldn't
get nothing to doi in King-
ston. It is a ni e town,
but it is hard when you
have n, work: and I
didn't know % here I was
going to get work. But
me aunt support me be-
cause she have no c.hldren
of her own-dem all dead 'T "
-and I try an' try till
this factory open. Then
after a while them give -
me a job here, and I am
here ever since. It is a
good thing for me," she
conti nued thoughtfully,
"that they open the fac-
tory." IHer attitude sug-
gested that she thought
the factory had been open-
ed for her especial bene-
fit.) "Me name is Ger-
trude," s he announced
suddenly, and thus a new
friendship was formed by
Lucilla. A GENIE

A FTER a week in the establishment, being of
an enquiring turn of mind, she found that
the girl workers were classified as:
Ill Unskilled workers,
(2) Packers of matches, and
131 Machine operators.
The first two classes handled no machinery, and
she would have to pass from the first to the sec-
ond class before she should be allowed to be-
come one of the operators at the light automatic
machines which from time to time she glanced
at with interest and wonder. These seemed to her
to be like living things, moving swiftly, smoothly
and incessantly as they did, performing automat-
ically operations thich seemed to require a human
intelligence and accomplishing them more swiftly
and perfectly than human fingers could.
THERE was a whirr and hum of machinery in
Sheer ears. subdued but continuously percept-
ible: a busine~-ike atmosphere pervaded the huge
room. '?rt there was an atmosphere of human
friendliest.; aliu. since no group of Jamaica work-
ing girlc c. ild ever be subdued to a machine-like
impassivity,. th-ir emotions almost suspended from
functioning a- it eere. In two weeks Lucilla had
he cco m e (quite familiar
faith the place and knew
several of her co-workers
by name At the end of
a mouth her wares were -
increased, as had been
promised. and her grand-
mother could now envis-
age the future with a feel- --- -,.-- ,
ing of complacency. The
old woman's fears of the
years to come were now i
allayed: for though she
had not actually dreaded
the Alms House. having a -
small place of her own, it
S meant a great deal to her
to know that when her
own strength failed she
would have a dutiful
granddaughter earning a
decent waze. That meant
all the difference between
penury and comparative
comfort. And while, for
some time. Lucilla still GREETING

sang "Keep the Home Fires Burning," which her
grandmother still thought should be "Keep the Pot
Fire Burning," the old lady herself would hum
"Praise God from Whom all Blessings Flow," her
particular blessing taking the form of a match, or
rather of a local match factory.

UCILLA had been for some six months engaged
in manufacturing matches when one day, at
lunch time, she observed a truck driven into the
factory yard laden to capacity with logs of wood.
This sort of thing she had of course seen again and
again, and its repetition had ceased to make any


impression upon her. Today the occurrence did,
however, for seated beside the truck driver, and
evidently functioning as a sort of boss of that wor-
thy, was a young man of her own complexion (lo-
cally known as sambo) whose appearance pleased
Lucilla's eyes and took her fancy.
The unloading of the logs began, the young
man looking on while the labourers worked at the
job. And Lucilla looked at him.
She knew what the logs were for. They had
come from some place out St. Thomas way, ready-
cut in more or less similar lengths; and in the
preliminary fashioning room of the factory they
would be further divided into shorter lengths, then
a man with a long, sharp, powerful two-handled in-
strument would strip the bark off these logs, and
the stripped lengths would be placed in a rotating
machine and the bits of ,wood reduced to semi-cir-
cular layers about an eighth of an inch thick, the
thickness of an ordinary match-stick. These lay-
ers would next be taken to other machines work-


ing with quick staccato movements and he sliced'
into strips and then chopped into sticks; then the
sticks would be cast into a chemical bath the
effect of which would be to harden them to a con-
sistency suitable for a match that must not snap in
the middle when struck against the ignition side
of a match-box.
THE process had at first interested Lucilla, but
familiarity with it had dulled that interest. With
the young man it was different. He knew what the
logs were for, but he had never been in a match
factory before. So, while the logs were being heaped
in the shed erected for the storing of such raw ma-
terial, he turned and walked towards the spot
where they were made into match-making sheets of
wood. No work was proceeding just then, as the
men as well as the girls were enjoying their noon-
day rest. But because he was connected with one
of the properties that supplied the factory with
wood, he was allowed to go about the factory, be-
ing, in an indirect sort of way, connected with it.
Lucilla followed him. There was still half an
hour before she would have to go back to her task.
She admired him immensely. He was decent-
ly attired, wearing corduroy pants tucked into
high brown leggings; his khaki-coloured shirt was
clean, he wore a necktie;
he was about twenty-six
years of age and he car-
ried himself as a man who
knew his own worth. He
was looking at one of the
machines that dealt with
logs such as he had just
brought up to the factory
when, glancing sideways,
he saw Lucilla near at
hand. It was Monday, and
she, who was always tidy,
looked fresh and pretty in
her clean frock and well
done-up hair. Quite an
attractive bit of feminin-
ity. Peter-for that was
this young man's Christ-
ian name-experienced a
desire to talk to her.
"What exactly is this
for?" he asked her.
Delighted with such
S\ an opening, Lucilla pro-
ceeded volubly to explain
S__the purpose of the ma-
PPINESS chine; he listened with at-
tention and respect. Then
he took a box of Beacons
out of his pocket, opened it thoughtfully and drew
forth a match.
"You know what I'm thinking?" he asked the
"No; tell me," she replied with a smile.
AM thinking of where I Come from in St. Thom-
1 as, and of the trees on the property. You see
the tree, it stand there as large as life, but it is
no use to anybody except for firewood; and we
have plenty of firewood as it is. The trees in that
property didn't bring in nothing to the man who
owns the property till this match factory start.
Then we begin to cut the wood. We chop down
tree after tree, branch an' all, and we limb them,
and then we cut up the trunk. It is only the
trunk and the very big limbs that you see here;
the rest is no use for this place. We briAg a lot
of big trees here, and the next thing you know is
that they come out as tiny matches. My labourers
had to take an axe to chop down the big tree that
they make this little match stick out of."
"The place belong to you?" asked Lucilla, more
interested in the personal than in the economic
aspect of his remarks.
"No, me dear, I wish it did. But I work with
the owner, I am one of his chief assistant. And if
he benefit by cutting wood for matches, I benefit too,
and the men under me. That's why I said I would
come today with the load to see this place-for me-
"But what you going to
do when all the trees cut
down and finish?" asked
Lucilla, feeling at the
Sesame time that she too
S )Cwas concerned in this
question of raw material
He laughed. "It would
take a long time and
plenty of matches to finish
the wood we have; and
S remember, there is plenty
of young trees that we
don't touch. Every month
they become bigger. Then
new ones start growing,
too, so the wnord is always
coming on. It is a steady
VE LIGHT business and it suit us."




"'yOU mean the factory?" enquired Lucilla. "Yes,
I it is a steady business; I bin here six months
"I cut the wood and you make the match, eh?"
"Something of the sort."
"So we's partner?"
She laughed: "You making fun!"
"What do you mean?" he demanded.
"We could only be partner in one way, an' we
don't even know one another. You going back to
St. Thomas presently, and I will remain in King-
ston, an' we may never see one another again."
"I didn't mean that we are exactly partners,"
he pointed out, "except that we have something to
do with the same business. This business connect
up a lot of people, don't you see, from the gentlemen
who own it-and I never meet one of them yet,
though I are going to do so today-down to the
men who sell the matches. And," he added, "it
connect up the people who use the matches with us
too-with me. For if they didn't use matches, this
factory wouldn't take wood from my employer's
property, and I might be out of a job."
"Not a smart young man like you!" protested
Lucilla, ready to praise and even flatter.
"Well," said he, pleased and gratified, "may be
you're right. But may be, again, you wrong. For
good jobs are not too plentiful; and even though I
would be in another job, it mightn't be as good as
this one. But I am not going back to St. Thomas
till tomorrow, so perhaps you wouldn't mind if I
come and see you this evening?"
"I don't think me grandmother would mind,"
Lucilla thought aloud, while giving him an ap-
praising scrutiny from the grandmotherly point of
view: "What time you will come?"
"About seven o'clock."
"Awright; and you will take me to the picture
"Of course. I was going to suggestion it me-
It was now time for Lucilla to return to her
work, so she wrung the young man's hand and hur-
ried inside. And all that afternoon she hummed as
she made matches, and the air was that about keep-
ing the home fires burning.

A FTER that the young man came frequently to
Kingston, ostensibly on business or in charge
of the wood from the property he looked after;
though the wood previously had not needed any
particular person to be in charge of it. And three
months later Gertrude, the girl who had first taught
Lucilla the rudiments of her business, was told that
Lucilla was engaged to be married.
Lucilla said that she would :ave to leave her
work when she was married, as she was going to
live in the country. But she would often be in
Kingston, unless she could induce her grandmother
to leave town and go with her. "If I.was going to
live in Kingston," she said, "I might try to keep
me job for a few months after I married; but then
there is girls who would say I was keeping them
out of a job."
Which was true.

N OT that there were not married women in the
factory. There were young widows also. But
the married women were those whose husbands
were out of work and who were therefore compell-
ed to do something to keep the home fires or the
pot fire burning. These bread-winners for the fam-

ily were usually recommended for employment by
some person who knew them, and care was taken
to find something for them to do if that were at all
possible. If there were no vacancies at the mo-
ment, they were sent for when any occurred: the
policy of the employers being to take on those per-
sons whose need was greatest, though, of course,
in view of the practice and skill required among
the higher grades of the workers, as well as the
vested right to employment of those who had for
some time been in the factory's service, old hands
who gave satisfaction were never discharged to
make way for new ones. Lucilla had learnt some-
thing else. One or two young women of her ac-
quaintan'ce in the factory had left it for a few
months, but had come back to seek again their sit-
uations there. These were taken on again. They
had not gone away because of any defect in their
work; they had simply returned to the parishes
in which they had grown-up-had gone to "spend
time" with their own people. Therefore the chiefs
of the factory regarded them as having a sort of
lien upon a situation if one were at all available.
So, when a girl was leaving, she might say with an
air of certitude, "Later on I coming back for me

ULCILLA had observed something further also.
The population of the factory-if one can speak
of a factory's population-was a shifting one. It
must be so wherever women are employed in con-
siderable numbers. Girls do not as a rule go out
to work for a lifetime; they expect to be at extra-
domestic occupations for but a period only, at the
most a few years. So it is with the typist, the
shop assistant, the secretary, and so it is also with
the Jamaica factory girl. In the offing, either Im-
mediately or presently, there will be some young
man; but pending his appearance upon the scene,
with business in view-for the partnership of a
man and a woman is a matter of business at bottom
as well as of sentiment-pending that, the young
woman of the factory worker class has to live, and
between the ages of seventeen and twenty-four her
struggle may be greatest if she has no parents able
to aid her materially. Girls of this type are found
in largest numbers in Kingston, though they are to
be found in other towns of the island also. What
is to become of them? is a question askea again and
again; but ways and means develop for taking care
of at any rate a proportion of them: a Match Fact-
ory, a Cigar Factory, a Sweetmeat Factory and so
on. Those who go about these places see these girls
employed therein and learn their story from their
lips. The largest single employer of-young women
of the class here written about is undoubtedly the
Beacon Match Factory.

LUCILLA has left it now; she is somewhere in
St. Thomas. She thinks of it now and then,
she considers herself as still connected with it
through her husband's position on one of the prop-
erties which supply the factory with the necessary
match-wood. But other Lucillas are there; for our
young friend, after all, was only one of a consider-
able type. There are all kinds of Lucillas: peace-
ful, modest Lucillas, fighting Lucillas, industrious
Lucillas, clock-watching Lucillas; but they all have
this in common-that they need work if they are
to live in any fair degree of comfort. Someone has
said "if they are to live respectably," and we all
know what that means. But the qualification need
not be added; for the truth is that, especially in
times of any depression whatever, even those who
are not particular about the "respectability" -
since hunger itself is not a very respectable thing
-will still have a very hard time of it. Men are
affected by bad economic conditions as well as wo-
men. And- men out of work, or very poorly remun-
erated, cannot do anything for girls who require
something more than a handful of food every day.
Your Lucilla feels it is a necessity that she should
live, honestly and uprightly if she can, but, at any
rate, live. She must have something to do or some-
one to support her: that is quite plain And while
waiting for someone to come along with an offir
of support it is work that she needs and demands.
It is all very well for grandmothers to talk about
the Lord providing, but though not irreligious.
Lucilla is somewhat lacking in faith, and prefers
to see the practical means by which she is to be pro-
vided for. At the moment she can see no other way
but that she must earn her own living.

SHE knows too that there are more women than
men in this country and especially in Kingston;
that is perhaps the one aspect of what is called
"vital statistics" that interests her. She knows what
that means to a young woman who is looking for
There is one fire that she never likes to feel
burning too fiercely: it is the fire of hunger. It is
not at all a home-fire but a very anti-home fire;
for no desperately hungry man has ever yet been
known to make love, and the beauties of a home
are not apparent to feminine eyes that stare long-
ingly towards a cookshop, while realising the bitter
futility of staring.
But if one has a job, a steady job, the situa-
tion is different: the home fires then are those over
which a pot filled with juicy or nutritious food
bubbles; it is a fire over which coffee will boil in;
the morning, soup will simmer in the afternoon; or
saltfish and ackee make preparations for their event-
ual matrimony, or rice and peas be joined in gas-
tronomical wedlock. The home fire is a pot fire;
the pot fire burning is a symbol of living, a differ-
ence between a decent existence and stark po.
verty and want. Lucilla's grandmother was right
about the song, but so was Lucilla herself. Both
were only thinking, or singing, of the same thing
from different points of view.










LONG ago psychologists recognized that within a
single human being there are two or many
personalities. Or perhaps it would be better to say
there are many sub-personalities which, combined,
make up the individual as we know him. But some-
times we know him mainly under the aspect of one
of these sub-personalities, thus may meet a dipsoma-
niac like Thompson who wrote the "Hounds of Hea-
ven," and if we are but drinkers ourselves and not
readers of poetry may never know that we are also
meeting a lery fine poet who is also a deeply religi-
ous person!

SO too. in later days. some of us may have met
Mr. Lindsay Domvner as an impresario, as 3ne
d e oted to developing
amateur dramatic talent;
or again we may have met
hinm as a host, with a per-
fet eense of p rope r
courses at dinner, and
with a genius for provid-
ing excellent food. whl-h
suggested that he might
have become. had he wish-
ed, a master hef Think-
ing of him mainly as a
host or as an inpresari),
and not having met him
in the business of bananas,
one would not have I(:o-
nected Lindsay with
strenilius application ;o
business and banana
affairs Yet there was al- -
ways this quite another
Lindsay. and the older he
has grown the stronger
has hib banana and busi-/
ness personality develop- /
ed Even now, meeting I /
hin but casually. you
might think of Lindsay as
a professor of .orufli and
not as a man who wuiald
rare an ilta for licuret.
But if vou been to talk
figures to Lindsay. ,r
dropped round at his office
and engaged in a banana
conversation wilh him. you,
would probably forget :al-
together abrnit the oii uf's
and think of him soll *s is
one who devoured statis-
tics, loved ledgers. and
made a profound study .f \
the banana as an export-
able commodity.
HICH means t hat
Lindsay Downer is -
a man of parts, the light-
er of which most forcibly
strikes the casual ac-
quaintance; the deeper
and more important of LINDSAY I
which you see when you
have to deal with him as a businessman. Three
dr.ys before I began to write this sketch he came
into a business meeting, looking perhaps just a trifle
tired hut on the whole as cheerful as is his wont. By
chance. in the course of a few remarks, I discovered
that he hadn't been to sleep for one hour during the
whole of the preceding night. had been working the
whole of the preceding day, and was still engaged
in transacting certain duties. He had been person-
ally superintending the loading of -a banana ship;
later on he would be at his office going over the re-
ports and accounts of agents or clerks connected with
- the Standard Fruit Company. But he was not talk-
Ing much about all this. Come to think of it, he
does not talk much about the serious vocation of
his life It is on his avocations that he will prin-
cipally touch in social conversation; and of course
on Anglo-Catholicism. or whatever may be the par-
Stcular form of Anglicanism which Lindsay pro-
fesses, he is prepared at any moment to be most
eloquent with tongue or pen.
N these days Mr. Lindsay Downer has no time
Sto spend developing local histrionic talent, as in
the days of yore. and he is also strictly devoted
to dieting. Yet I think that the buoyant spirit
which at one period in his life found expression in
many activities has been of great assistance to him
in his particular, serious calling of banana buying
and shipping.
As local manager of a banana exporting or-
ganlsation It Is well that he should have some cheer-
fulness in his composition, for that may enable him
to regard the banana business as a sort of "Dance of

By H. G. D

the Fruit," and Lindsay will always in this dancing
endeavour to attract as many banana partners as
possible, that being good business. As a boy I knew
his father. The Archdeacon had a sonorous, far-
reaching voice and was fond of preaching. But if
you had taken him to be merely a preacher you
would have missed perceiving that part of his char-
acter which made him a very successful adminis-
trator. He was, in fact, a man of business; his
Church affairs were admirably managed and he was
connected as a Director with the Jamaica Mutual


Life Assurance Society, which 'he helped to make the
success it has become. Lindsay inherited his father's
business ability; he also inherited his father's ten-
dency to dramatic appeal. I can imagine him a very
popular parson, quite a general favourite, extremely
High Church, extremely genial, but always at bottom
a practical businessman. But you would have seen
first of all the preacher and the genial cleric, and
certainly the High Churchman. Yet you would have
been surprised if you had believed that behind all
this there was not the businessman also, For you
would at first have been acting upon the general be-
lief that parsons, dealing as they do in heavens and
hells and hereafters are not very practical persons
when it comes to the handling of our present
matter of fact affairs, and then have been com-
pelled to revise your opinion, in respect to at least
one parson.
ALSO, there is this other unusual quality about-
Lindsay. Ordinarily when a man occupying
one position gives more or less unmistakable signs
that he would have done excellently in another, it
more often than not means that he would have done
better in that other and that in the present he is
something of a misfit. To this Lindsay' Downer
is a notable exception. Far from being a misfit he
is a very good fit indeed: his qualifications for the
one have come in exceedingly handy in the other.

HIS geniality is of great assistance to Lindsay in
business. I cannot help thinking that, deceiv-
ed by it, there have from time to time been per-
sons who have attempted to take him in. These
must have felt aggrieved when they discovered that

they had embarked upon a most difficult task; they
must have concluded that no man has a right-to
look pleasant, and actually be pleasant, and then
able to be unpleasant when you are trying to do
him in the eye. Such persons are apt to go away
with the conviction that it is Lindsay who has been
trying to do them in the eye; they may feel that
he has deliberately allowed them to imagine that
he is all geniality and cheerfulness and nothing
else, that he has taken them most unfairly by str-
prise, that he is a fraud in that he has notallowrd
himself to be defrauded, and that he has not shown
that proper degree of in>:apaitLy upon which they
calculated, but displayed instead a very disconcert-
ing capacity for checking their attempts.
I HAVE said that Lind-
say would have made
a very successful parson.
I have also indicated that
he would have been a
good Impresario, might
have made his name as a
first-class chef, while that
he is a practical and hard-
working businessman is
clearly demonstrated by
the position he occupies.
What does all this mean?
This, that Lindsay al-
ways possessed an innate
capacity to become many
things and not one thing
only; that the sub-person-
alities of him, which go
to make up the total He,
-might each have been de-
veloped to a very success-
ful level of achievement.
As it is, his banana busi-
ness faculties are those
which have been develop-
ed most, to the practical
submersion of the other
faculties in these later
days; it is as a banana
man that we think of
him entirely now, whereas
twenty years ago we
might have thought of
him as other things as
well. By the banana he
lives, and therefore for
the banana he lives; he
S entered into that business
long, long ago; he has
never departed from it;
I think that when he
finally passes away he
will be laid to rest under
/'- the shade of banana
trees; and it is significant
that in depicting Lindsay
in, as it were, a lighter
moment, our cartoonist
displays him as clothed
AS TODAY in banana leaves, eating
a banana, and at the
same time dancing to a tune which is probably "Yes,
we have some bananas to-day."

LINDSAY was trained in the banana business
under a very hard-working and astute man, his
father-in-law, the late D. S. Gideon, C.M.G., P.C.
Then he became one of the chief employees in Ja-
maica of the Atlantic Fruit Company; and when
that Company disappeared he was made the Ja-
maica Manager of the Standard Fruit Company.
He has one son, a very fine boy, and the career he
decided upon for that boy is indicative of the busi-
ness aspect of Lindsay's brain and character. He
might have suggested to the youth that he should
become a parson or an actor; instead of that he
selected chartered accountancy. The preliminary
training of a chartered accountant is arduous; but
there is plenty of money to be made by a chartered
accountant, and Lindsay himself is a brilliant ac-
countant. He is also an authority on properly-baked
black crabs. I have known him preside as Acting
Chairman of the Jamaeia Mutual Life. Assurance
Society with perfect aplomb and effective direct-
ness, but no one knows better what the right flavour
of a roasted capon should be. If anyone told me
that he had taken up boxing for recreation I should
immediately be inclined to say that that fitted in
with his general versatility; but of course it would
not fit in with his figure. Lindsay was not made
to fight with his fists, and temperamentally he does
not care to fight at all. He would prefer to dani'e
He prefers, in a word, the ways of persuasion anl
geniality, and he gets to his goal more quirkly hy
those ways than any man ever could by srlemnit.
or truculence.


Carmen Pringle, a Personality

M RS. KENNETH PRINGLE is far better known Pringle would flatly say that the objector was either
as Carmen. That is her christian name; soon- frankly envious or a fool.
er or later even strangers come to speak of her, and
often even to her, by that name: in her case it is a Wy7HAT has won for Carmen such a position in
sort of titular designation, though of a distinctly VV the opinion and liking of others? One must
friendly and affectionate character, at this point safeguard oneself by saying, Who can

IS there a more popular youthful woman in Jamaica
society today? We know of none. And it would
be hard to find half a dozen of our younger ladies
equally popular, though prudence counsels us to

explain a liking? Why do you like any particular
person? There are reasons, and some of the-e can
always be given; but there are also other reasons
which are more felt than intellectually explicable.
you might as well ask a young man to give you a

themselves, as they are, and without meticulous
reference to their particular attributes.

YOU cannot sit in Carmen Pringle's company for
five minutes without realising that you are
with a young woman of distinctly vivid and vibrant
personality. one of marked, innate independence of
character, a personne, someone who stands out in
any crowd. It is not her unconventionality alone,
it is the way she carries that off. It is not her looks
alone, though beauty she was born with: after all,

MRS. KENNETH PRINGLE (.ARMEN TO HER FRIENDS) Pthot.- .iphi ,j Clair, anda Fllitt

say that there must be half a dozen. With Carmen
one of them, and you, dear lady reader, another,
any four other ladies can claim or compete for the
other places in the very limited hierarchy mention-
ed: and since we are all agreed that there are some
*six most popular young society ladies here-though
of course there are also scores of very popular young
ladies-the place assigned to Carmen will not create
envy, hatred, malice, and all uncharitableness, since
it is not sole or singular. We put her with five
others, so that disarms catty criticism. If anyone
were to contend that she did not deserve to come
into such a category, everybody who knows Carmen

rational explanation of why he is in love with a
certain girl as to expect from anyone a detailed
and accurate account as to why he or she likes an-
other. Of c:curse y,-ur lover would believe he could
explain hi. preference quite lucidly and with amaz-
ing conviction. Indeed. he would feel that his rea-
sons were ohviouu to all earthly eyes and needed no
explicit statement! It is not quite that with
liking, yet something of the same quality or ele-
ment of pure feeling. of sentiment, does enter into
liking, into friendship, and it has been well said
that we like others a. much for their faults as their
virtues, which simply means that we like them for

there are plenty of pretty women. It is not that
Carmen has yet achieved anything in the world
of an arresting description: that of course is
often the secret of the admiration received by
some women; They have done something con-
spicuous, and the tribute which we often think we
are paying to them as for themselves is in reality
a tribute to work which is admired: had they :ic-
c-mniplihed nothing they would not hare attracted
any personal attention.' But Carmen (though ;t
last she has completed a play upon which she has
been engaged for some time) has not non to Came
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Food for Body, Food for

F you stand at the corner of Duke and
STower Street and look upwards and 7
down, you %ill at once be struck by the
difference in architecture between the upper
and the lower sections of these thorougb-
faree. From Tower Street southward to the
sea in Duke Street are concrete buildings,
yellowish-whitt in appearance for the most
part. reinfor:-ed tor' as a precaution against
earthquake damage. i;lance upwards now
and you see anI Id Kingston thoroughfare
a, it has more or less existed for at least a hun-
dred years. ex' ept that it has recently been paved
and provided th a sewerage system. There are
houses here in wlii:h people live out their lives,
and e\en when a part i.f tile buildings is used as
offices the rers is still utilized as residences. Not
so lower down. there you have offices only. Thus
there is a -harp differentiation between, the two
sections of thi- street. which Iegan only about twen-
ty years ago. after the earthquake of 1907 which
most happily and beneficially destroyed the business
centre of the city that had .:ried aloud to high Heaven
for deistruction ,:i many year before.
GO eastward a single block. You are now in
East Street Still -tanding somewhere in
Tower Street. the crosswise thoroughfare running
from west to east. you iIIl find that towards the
south of East Street there is a mixture of build-
ings. a survival here of old residences faced by the
new structures of the post earthquake era. On your
right hand as you look downward towards the sea
are houses for the most part, some of them fairly
old. On the left hand yoi have as the princi-
S pal edifice in this sectionn of East Street the In-
stitute of Jamaica, standing onspicunously out, and
lower down still a series ,f one-storey buildings em-
ployed for various commercial purposes. Lower
East Street. in a word. has not yet quite gone the
way of lower Duke Street or Church Street; and
of course the whole of King Street up to the Central
Park has been altered entirely in the last twenty
years. ha.s become a region of business establish-
ments. is now the main street of Kingston, of Ja-
mali'a. and is certainly the best thoroughfare of its
kind in the British West Indies.
TO return to East Street You will notice that
From Tower Street upwards there are little shops,
dingy houses, a sort of slum. A sort of slum until
you reacli East Queen Street, which divides East
Street at right angles. Then a distinctly better
type of structure, consisting of dwelling houses built
in the last century. and not shaken down even by
the earthquake shrcks of 19.i7, strike the eye. There
is even in that street government buildings of some
importance. and a popular Anglican Church; thus
in less than a mile and along the same street one
may pass through three "zones" as it were of city
architecture. Yet even in the lowest or southernmost
section uf the street the old is in Juxtaposition with
the new. and there might in this part of the city
have been no change in the last twenty-eight years
had not Proividenie .een it to send Kingston the.
earthquake of 1'117. an event which was then spoken
of as a calamity but is noiw regarded as one of the
happiest ic:nurrenes in the annals of Jamaica.

THE new buildiue .-f the Institute of Jamaica
I ha Ibeen mentioned above. It is of brick with
a concrete facing in part: south of it stands what is
left of a barnlike museum structure, which is sche-
duled to disappear very shortly. South and east are
fairly spacious grounds which are maintained as
green as rain and water resources will allow and are
always in a sihlltly condition. This new building
was opened in 1911: but long prior to that, on ex-
artly the same site. the Library and Art Gallery and
Museum had beien housed in a big old residence
known a- Date Tree Hall. And there you had an
llustratirn ocf the capital's development. Date Tree
Hall had first been a. private residence like Head-
quarter House where the Legislative Council still
meets, and like Blundell Hall (built a little lower
down East Street and on the same side as Date Tree
Halli. whirh, after having been a private residence,
then a lodging house and restaurant or tavern, be-
came the home of some Government offices until the
1907 earthquake put a stop to that sort of thing.
It seems that the Government of Jamaica in past
days was always looking around for old residences
tr convert to public purposes. It believed in ancient
housees. and apparently preferred those that had been
used for lodging people and supplying food.
HESE buildings were erected for the most part
in the last quarter of the 18th and the first few
years of the 19th centuries when Jamaica made
great sums of money from sugar and rum. The Is-
Sland's capital \as then Spanish Town; but King-
lon had become Jamaica's real metropolitan city,
town residences of the better order were erect-
ed everywhere, and a few men of means vied with

e Inner Man, Physical a

mental, has Always been ti

Care of Date Tree Hall

one another as to who should own the most pre-
tentious-looking home. Then, when the colony fell
upon evil days, when the sugar boom was over and
the flow of prosperity had ebbed away, most of
these people either went to England or to the Poor
House, and the great city dwellings were transform-
ed into boarding houses or closed. It was the fate
of Date Tree Hall to be a residence, then a lodging
or boarding house (and restaurant), then the shelter
of the Public Library and Museum; and now it will
be amusing to see how it fared as a lodging house.
T was built in the latter part of the 18th century,
with a great dining room, upper sitting room, a
wide enclosed verandah, many bedrooms, and a
spacious attic for the storing of odds and ends.
But then, as now, thieves would break in and steal,
and so we read in the Jamaica "Daily Advertiser"
of February 1854 that "some worthless character on
Friday night last got into Date Tree Hall where
Sir Charles Gray is at present residing, and stole
Captain Gray's saddle and some other articles. We
tiust that the party will be discovered and brought
to punishment." It does not appear that the hope
of the "Daily Advertiser" was ever realized, al-
though it must have been very risky to have
stolen for use the saddle of a well-known man in
those days. In these later times the building of the
Institute of Jamaica occasionally suffers from the
visitations of "worthless characters" such as afflict-
ed Date Tree Hall some ninety years ago; but
these churatters usually steal, take and carry away
money or something that cannot be traced; this no
doubt is the result of education, and would have
been regarded by the gentry of 1854as an excellent
reason why the working classes should be kept in
complete and perpetual ignorance.

DATE Tree Hall continued on its career as a
lodging house, in spite of the stealing of sad-
dles; but it seems to have met the fate of most
lodging houses in Jamaica. These had a hard
struggle for existence, ending in failure. In 1866
the Date Tree Hall establishment was conducted by
a Mrs. Jane Farebrother. She had a husband; but
the husbands of ladies who kept lodging houses
seemed, by a special ordinance of nature, to be al-
ways retiring and negligible persons; it was
'he women who wore the trousers, while the men
had their meals and prayed devoutly that there
would never be a cessation of these. The following
is an advertisement published by Mrs. 'arebrother
of her business in East Street:-

At this Establishment Parties visiting
Town can be accommodated ith every
comfort at moderate prices.
The Rooms are Large, Airy, & Lofty,
can be provided on the shortest notice at
the fo.llloninu prices:
Breakfast ............. Is. 61 to 2s. id.
Dinners .......................... 4s. andl s.
Luncheon ...................... 2s. rd
Supper .......................... 3s.
Coffee .............................. 6d. per cup.
Single Beds ................... 3s.
Double Beds .................... 4s.
There are two Large BIarlit
And Horse- can be Rupplied with Grass
and Cm rn
16, East-Street. Kingston.
-.. 7 -, o



S y OU will observe from the above that,
nd considering the much greater value of
money in those days, Mrs. Farebrother's
meals were by no means cheap. Five shil-
1e lings for a dinner was a high price in 1866.
It is exactly the sum that a member of
the Institute now pays yearly for the privi-
lege of obtaining books and magazines, and
enjoying other privileges, though five shil-
lings in 1866 had a general purchasing pow-
er of at least ten shillings in 1935. The
double beds were cheap enough-four shillings for
a night. They were large and hard, and we regret
to say we suspect they were frequently inhabited
by bugs. Mrs. Farebrother, like other lodging-
house keepers, supplied Havana cigars: Jamaica
cigars of any quality worth speaking of had not
yet come into existence.

POOR Mrs. Farebrother had her enemies of course.
These were trade rivals, and also persons pos-
ing as friends who were not desirous that she should
succeed. Consequently she found herself forced on
April 25, 1866, to publish the following in the King-
ston Gleaner, the same newspaper which flourishes
today and whose "Wants" are authentically stated
to work wonders, although the wants of other per-
sons are usually regarded as pestiferous incidents
in life.
Mrs. Farebrother announced in the Gleaner
"Having been informed that certain persons
imimical to me have for some time past been
industriously circulating tu mty prejudice that,
I have ceased to occupy the premise, Date Tree
Hall. (The same having been sold to Miss
Grant, of Blundell's Hall.) I beg leave to no
tify to my friends and Customers in general
that such is not the case, that I aim still there,.
and willing to be as obliging to my supporters.
as I have hitherto been.
When I shall be necessitated to leave Date
Tree Hall, I shall notify to my friends my new
House; when without desiring to be monopolis-
ing, or to do any injustice to my neighbours, I
shall still hope to obtain a fair share of
It would Seem from this that even then the
lady was contemplating being "necessitated to leave
Date Tree Hall"; the finger of fate was pointing
in that direction. But still she trtuegled. as other
lodging-house keepers were struggling, against the
menaces of fate, and so we find in the .;leaner tof
June 9th, 1866, this announcement:
Mr A. Hunt. the celebrated Guitar Player as-
sisted by.Messrs. WV. C. Morgan and son, late
of the Californian Theatres, will give a nran'l
Parlour Entertainment at the Date Tree Hall,
this evening, consisting of Songs, Dances, Bur-
lesques, and Gymnastic Feats. The proeraninim
is very interesting, indeed; and as the price of
admission is only two shillings each, we have
no doubt the performance will be well attended.
THE building which now stands on the site of
the old Date Tree Hall, and which is the suc-
cessor of Date Tree Hall (since it is still used for
the purpose to which for nearly thirty years Date
Tree Hall was eventually devoted), is also occasion-
ally utilised for musical entertainments In these
days, though never for dances, burlesques and
gymnastic feats. Musical Societies give demonstra-
tions in its Lecture Room, but tumblers and others
are not permitted to throw somersaults in the build-'
ing. True, some persons, hastily stepping down
from the platform placed to the east of the present
Lecture Hall, have been known to slip and fall
heavily to the floor. But we do not think that this
could exactly be regarded as a gymnastic feat. The
language used on such occasions does not indicate. '
any satisfaction on the part of those who tumble.
But alas and alas! On December 20th, 1871, there
appeared this dire announcement in the Gleaner
A PLAINT in ejectment against Mr. and Mrs.
Farebrother to obtain possession of certain
premises in East Street known as Date Tree
Hall came on for trial in, the District Court
yesterday. Judgment was given for the plain-
tiff, the owners of the property, absent in Eng-
land-and the defendants allowed one month t
give up possession. These premises have been
purchased by the Government to be converted
into a Museum.
The end had come. The Farebrothers had vain!v
fought and had gone under. They were ejected:
'and a year after the Government rame into posses-
tlon of Date Tree Hall, which soon began to provide
food for the mind instead of food for the body.








IN those days you did not hear of polo or f
Stennis. But you heard much about shoot-
ing. Your planter gentleman would often.
take a turn at the birds, and, to give him e
his due, he would be willing to toil through
cane pieces and up hillsides and down steep
valleys, though he certainly would not carry
his own gun. That would be done for him
by one of his numerous attendants, for it was not
befitting for a gentleman a century ago to be seen
indulging in any form of manual labour, any more
than that he should traverse the roads of a country
district except on horseback or in a vehicle.

IN Jamaica, in the days when sugar was king, for
Sa white man not to be able to afford a horse meant
that he was very poor indeed; to use the legs given
him by Providence to find himself from one place to
the other on business was a derogation of the white
man's dignity, and the black man poured out appro-
priate scorn upon the "walk-foot backra." So even
in sport your planter gentleman would sometimes
sit at ease to do his shooting; and it is suggested
that now and then he would even recline at ease to
do so.
HE and his friends went out with a retinue of
servitors. They pr'.\'ided themselves with
lunch: a roast suckling pig, a well cured ham, fried
mullet from the stream, a large cold pie, a basket
of fruits, rum, san airee. brandy: without all these
you could not shoot a bird. Your sportsman some-
times sat under an umbrella and the birds were
driven in his direction. He shot them at his ease,
he took sangaree in the intervals, he lunched hear-
tily, and if he died at.a comparatively early age
his relatives said it was the fever. The climate was
blamed for the effect of pork: pie, the tropics were
held responsible for the deleterious influence of
brandy on the kidneys. But presumably it was a
rnice life while it lasted, and if in many instances it
could not last too long, what does that matter now?
All those good gentlemen would have been dead by
this time anyhow, and perhaps when they did die It
was to the great satisfaction of their immediate
W HEN a visit was made by a family from one
part of the country to another, or even from
one part of a parish to another, it was not for a
week-end as in our modern days, but perhaps for
several weeks. Father, mother. grandpapa too (if he
happened to be alive, which was doubtful), grand-
mamma-for she never drank too much rum-the
children, and certainly some servants, formed the
group of visitation. They went in wheeled convey-
ances and on horseback, with their necessary cloth-
ine packed in trunks and loaded upon the horses'
back-: the only thing they did not take with them
was- food For to have done that would have been to
insult the hospitality of the people they were visit-
ing. They were expected, and every effort would be
put forth to provide them with creature comforts;
there was a slaughtering of feathered, furred and
other animals; luncheon and dinner were banquets;
eating in gross quantities was the order of the day;
anything like delicacy, expressed in the serving of
small portions, would have been regarded as a base
economy; and the one thing your Jamaica gentleman
of the olden times would not have said of him was
that he was economical as a host.

VEN when a lady and gentleman went out for
a ride in their own district they would, if going
for any distance, sometimes take with them food and
drink sufficient for a large number of persons.
These would be placed in appropriate receptacles,
the bearers trudging patiently in the sun while
master and mistress rode. Butrmaster as a rule, if

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he had to be with a lady anywhere. much preferred
that the lady should not be his vwife. There was
that nice girl, for instance, in the neighboring
town: why not pay her a visit? Why should his
spouse know anything about it? And even if she
knew, what did that matter? On such an occasion
the call would be a verb simple affair: the master
would probably be accompanied by not more than
two servants bearing liberal portions of food and
drink; and he would spend the night away from
his home, explaining afterwards that highly import-
ant business had detained him in town. It wasn't
business, but to him it seemed highly important.
It wasn't virtuous; but only the women of the bet-
ter classes were expected to pay any attention to
virtue. And even these did not always think it neces-
sary to do so. Nevertheless there were surprisingiv
few divorces in the island. Marriage was more or
less regarded then as an indissoluble tie. That was
perhaps why so many persons had a strong objection
to having themselves tied.
HERE was an old gentleman in Jamaica who
died a few years ago, but who had lived to lie
nearly ninety. After he had passed eighty ears ut
age he used to declaim upon the laxity of manners
and morals in Jamaica. He was very emphatic on
the necessity of a high standard of manners and
morals, which was rather surprising to three or four
contemporaries of his who had known him in his
youth. He seemed to have changed so completely
in his ideas that they wondered if he were the same
man with whom they had been acquainted some
fifty years before. One day a young man took him
to task for his reproaches on modern society, mean-
ing thereby the whole social structure of the island.
"You were no better in your youth," said this
young man to the octogenarian; "you were as bad
as you say we are."
"Yes," replied the ancient, "but we were more
secret about it, and that made all the difference."
BUT he was wrong. He had forgotten Nobody
cared very much 150 or even 100 years ago about
secrecy in actions that could not very well be
openly defended. Why should a gentleman care
what other persons said about his conduct? Was
he not a monarch on his own estate, a potentate in
his own district, and even perhaps a General in his
own parish! For a century or more ago Jamaica
simply teemed with Major-Generals They were all
over the place. There was a Militia in each of the
more than twenty parishes of which Jamaica was
then composed, and each Parochial Militia had its
own body of high officers, and the only thing that
these officers did not understand was how to drill
troops, how to maintain discipline, how to march
in proper order, or how to behave on parade. They
could shoot fairly well, though there was always a
danger of their shooting one another. But they
made up for all this by donning the most gorgeous
uniforms when a slave insurrection was reported,
and by making a heroic war on all the pigs and
goats and provisions belonging to suspected rebels-
for in a state of war one could not pause to ascer-
tain whether a man suspected were really a rebel
or not.
ENTLEMEN like these, and even those of an
inferior status, had no need to be secret or to
feel ashamed of themselves. They would have con-
sidered all that sort of thing hypocrisy. Regard

for appearances may be said only to date
en from about the middle of the last century;
and In these more modern days there is dis-
cernible a certain change. What may be call-
/eS ed the era of the motor car and the moving
picture is also the era of a disregard of
conventions which the religious denomina-
tions had managed with great effort to get
respected in some degree in the latter part of the
nineteenth century. Not that we are by any means
uas devoid of public opinion in matters of conduct as
we were a. century and a half ago; still, you can-
not have divorce looked upon as an easy solution of
the marriage cement, and companionate marriages
advocated in such a huge country as America, with-
out Jamaica feeling the effects. But we do not
move backwards any more than we go in these
days to visit other people-a whole family of us-
for several weeks at a time. or ride about oi horse-
back carrying our provisions, or sit under an um-
brella with a huge lunch in the offing and with birds
being driven in the direction of our guns. New
times, new manners.

THE old days of Jamaica may have seemed good
to those who lived in them, but to us of the
present day they would seem perfectly appalling.
The people living in the good old times were dull,
dull. dull: hence it is small wonder that there was
-o much heavy drinking and glutt'.nous eating.
Moit of the higher order of persons here had but
one object in view. to make as much money as
they could, as quickly as they could, and get hack
to Great Britain. Everyone who came here did so
with the intention of getting a fortune quickly if
possible, and not exactly honestly if that were in-
convenient, for there was not much attention 'paid
to hi.inesty by anyone. Most of them died before the
fortune could be acquired, and for the majority
there was no fortune. Some settled down to the
life as they found it, making the best of things, liv-
ing in the day and for the day. England was week
and months away. to travel thither was an expedi-
tijn. to return was a sort of descent into purgator-:
hence there was not much going to.and fro between
the Old Country and Jamaica, for when one went
ine usually stayed. The towns were small. their
streets were unpaved, full of holes and ruts. dirty +
exceedingly. The shops and taverns were dark,
miserable holes, the atmosphere within them stifling.
We complain 'of heat in these days. But we can
mitigate it by electric fans We can have in our
ihoues ice boxes, frigidaires, and our nostrils are
not continually assailed by noxious odours arising
from open gutters like sewers. But the gutters in
our streets of a hundred years ago, indeed even of
fifty years ago, stank and germinated disease; and
there were no picture houses, no good roads from
which'one might take swift, cool rides in a carriage:
discomfort was a commonplace, and though men
may not have been consciouss of it as discomfort.
they nevertheless experienced it. We have now
changed all that to a considerable extent.
T may be that your sportsman, sitting under a
shady tree, or the cover of a wide umbrella held.
over his head by a slave, with a ham and a roast
pig within the radius of his vision, and supporting
his spirits by copious drafts of brandy, sangaree. rum
and the like, felt happy enough at the moment. But
it:was an animal happiness and the reaction of dull-
ness must have followed it. And if it was so with
him, it was infinitely worse with the Europeans of
a lower class who could not but regard the island
as asort of prison house, the shades of which closed
down upon them as they landed, with rum and
lower-class women as their only comfort and solace.
A rum life, you may say, making a pun upon the
word. Quite true. And a rum end also





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for I had carefully explained it beforehand. Yet
one girl, who I used to think was intelligent, looked
frightened and bawled out quickly that she hadn't
any in her department! What can you make out of
people like that?"
Mrs. Joseph laughed. "She didn't understand
you, that is all. But that's got nothing to do with
ChristAipher and your business is in England. If you
don't use him-and he is on the spot now-you may
not get another chance for years."
Mr Joseph already knew that only too well.
The agonising question was, should he or should he
not mobilise Christopher? He liked the young man.
He was the most competent of those serving him.
But when you are accustomed to think of a small
business as a great affair, and you yourself as a
aort of Napoleon of commerce, you may be forgiven
for nnt wlshling to entrust highly important negotia-
tions to someone not yet tested in that particular
line. Mrs. Joseph, however, who knew her son as
well as any mother could, was already aware of the
decision be would make.
He rose from the table.
"I am going to send a letter by to-day's mail to
Christopher." he said, and his mother smiled
Therefore, the day after he had met Mr. Swif-
fles, on going down to a branch of Barclays Bank
in the City where he kept his modest account, and
to whi ch e had directed that his correspondence
should be sent, Mr. Brown was surprised to receive
a letter from his chief in which he was informed
that he was to purchase on the latter's account, at
various places indicated, any good and remarkably
:heap job lots of haberdashery and drapery suitable
for the retail trade of Jamaica. He was warned to
exercise the utmost vigilance and to display an
interest in his employer's welfare which would jus-
tify the latter's extraordinary confidence in him.
The Bank would be his reference to the people with
whom he would have to deal. The goods would be
paid for on delivery: there would be no difficulty
about their being supplied: the Bank was instructed
L vouch t'for him and for the well-known firm of
Solomnu .olseph: the Bank would guarantee all
payments. He was to have two extra weeks in
England in which to execute the commission now
entrusted to his discretion. For this extra time he
nould be paid his ordinary wages and all strictly
necessary expenses.
Then the letter went on to deal with another


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in any of the arts or. been identified with social
service. it is as Carmen Pringle simply that, up
to now. she has drawn to her a great number of
friends who, though sometimes they may be dis-
pleased with her (as we are all displeased with one
another on occasion), nevertheless find their an-
noyance swiftly evaporating under the spell of her
bonbommie. of her natural, casual gaiety--her per-
This is what is usually called "the triumph of

YET there are any number of persons who have
thought that, in other circumstances, Carmen
Pringle would have won to high fame. Is there any
truth in their belief?
The present writer shares that belief; and it is
interesting to see how it expresses itself again and
again in reports about her with which Carmen has
had nothing whatever to do but which spring spon-
taneously from imaginations which show a percep-
tion of potentialities in persons. For instance, Car-
men Pringle has never been to Hollywood. Yet
again and again the rumour goes around, when she
has left Jamaica on a trip to the United States,
that she has gone to Hollywood to become an actress.
Those who imagine and say this have really been
thinking that had Carmen chosen the stage or the
screen as a career she would have achieved suc-
cess; and that is also this writer's opinion. We firm-
ly believe she has histrionic talent; she certainly
possesses an appearance that could not fail to draw
attention: she has brains too, an insight into char-
after: courage, adaptability. But she was born in
Jamaica. and there is no school of dramatic art
or opportunities for the exercise of dramatic talent
in this country. There is no scope whatever for
that sort of thing. And Carmen married when
young, has a fine boy, is imbued with the tropical
spirit of living from day to day and not striving
strenuously for the attainment of a distant career
-especially when the ,sort of career most suited
to one's capabilities is not achievable in the local
milieu It would have been different had she been
born and brought up in another environment. Op-
portunity and the compulsion of circumstances must

matter; and as he read the words Mr. Christopher
Brown exclaimed in surprise and audibly cried out:
"this looks like Providence!"
The bank clerk who overheard wondered at his
remark, wondered too what exactly could Providence
have to do with this young man; but instantly dis-
missed the matter from his mind as no affair of
his. Christopher, however, knew what he was talk-
ing about. Only yesterday he had met and become
acquainted with a tailor whom, in a wild moment
of enthusiasm, he had invited out to Jamaica. But
only this morning he had decided that Mr. Augustus
Swiffles had better remain where he was, lest worse
things should befall him, and, incidentally, Mr.
Christopher Brown also. But now, here was Mr.
Solomon Joseph putting it into his power to play
Providence to Mr. Swiffles, to offer him a much bet-
ter job than he held, a jiob that might lead to any-
thing; and this, and the instructions to him to be-
come a buyer for the store, also placed him, Mr.
Brown, in a position to make good all the boasts he
had uttered last night, not only in the presence of
Swiffles but also of the two girls and of the young
man who had been with them.
Was it, asked Mr. Brown of himself, a sort ol
unconscious premonition of coming events that had
caused him to speak as he had done? He had read
of such things. Whatever it was, the letter in his
hand was real enough, and his right to employ
Swiffles-the terms 'all carefully set forth-was in-
disputable. The thing that had to be ascertained
was this: was Swiffles a good cutter? Good, that
is, for the purpose in view, which was not by any
means unattainable or even high. Swiffles must be
a fairly good cutter of suits: that would do well
enough. Christopher guessed that Mr. Solomon aimed
at swanking it in Jamaica with an English cutter,
whom he would probably describe as having been
trained in Bond Street or Saville Row, and under
whom there would be a number of native workmen
to whom most of the actual labour should fall. In-
deed, there was a hint of all this in Mr. Joseph's
letter. Therefore Swiffles needn't be superlative;
and, indeed, could not possibly be so on the maxi-
mum salary he was to be offered, though that was
much larger than his present two pounds a week.
The question was: was Swiffles a cutter?
Mr. Brown would know the truth to-night.


MR. Swiffles was a hospitable soul. Having en-
joyed a treat at the expense of Mr. Christopher
Brown the night before, he had decided to rise to
the height of a great argument to-night and prove

to his new-found friend that a Swiffles could reci-
procate, albeit not on so generous and expensive a
He had invoked the assistance of his landlady
that morning before hastening out to work; it had
been decided that the two girls who lived in the
house should be invited to the feast which, function-
ing as dinner, Mr. Swiffles had decided to offer to
Mr. Brown. Swiffles had suggested, however, that
the young ladies might pay for their share of the
meal; in other words, should contribute towards the
cost of it. This they had readily agreed to do, hav-
ing in mind the benefits already received in the way
of outdoor entertainment from Mr. Brown, and the
prospects of similar entertainment in the future.
One of them, moreover, had intimated that she
would invite another girl to join them, a friend of
hers. And the young man guest of the night before
would also be at this dinner, he being nbw a .constant
attendant on the other young lady, under whose
auspices he would attend.
The party, therefore, numbered six. There were
five of them assembled at half-past seven o'clock in
the little room with the big table. They waited for
the sixth, the lady friend whom Mr. Brown had not
yet met.
"Hamy is always late," said the girl friend who
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work with innate ability and inclination to bring i.*.
one to the front in any calling.

YET in spite of easy social circumstances, crowds
of friends, a tropical climate, a family, Carmen
has gone again and again to'a piece of work to
which her heart and mind have been attracted. Long
ago she told the present writer that she was com-
posing a 'play, but she put it aside every now and
then as one thing after another imposed itself upon
her time and attention. Yet she has finished it. What
its fate may be one cannot know at the moment of
writing: it is far more difficult to get a play ac-
cepted than a book: to begin with, the cost of pro-
ducing a play is infinitely higher than the cost of
publishing a book; and producers have to think in
terms of finance. It may be that her play may be
accepted even while this page is being printed, the
parts we have heard her read are undoubtedly spir-
ited, amusing, characteristic. But one cannot for-
get that to live in a country where there is really
no "theatre" is a tremendous handicap even to those
who possess a sense of the theatre and an appre-
ciation of dramatic values.
BUT mark the fact: she not only began a play,
but she kept at it in spite of many a hiatus,
and she actually finished it. Most persons begin
something of a literary nature, write a page vr
two, get stuck, give up the effort-the truth is that
they cannot continue the effort, since they have no-
thing whatever to say. But-Carmen obeyed an in-
rer urge and could find ideas and words. Also, as
we have said already, we have no doubt about her
potentialities as an actress: unquestionably, in that
sphere, she would have attained conspicuous dis-
tinction. But whether or not she does win fame,
the instinctive feeling in Jamaica, that she pos-
sesses the capability of it is right; so right that
one almost wishes that she had had to struggle
for a living in some country where there would
have been a field for the development and exercise
of her talents. A famous writer once said that he
preferred to live then to write-"I have always pre-
ferred life to any transcript of life." And living in
such a way that you brighten the lives of others is
in itself an achievement. and may be described as a
triumph of unpremeditated art. Carmen has certainly
scored such a triumph, and it is one that will endure.

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had invited her. "I told her to-day to be punctual."
"It's swank and side," commented her sister.
"There's no reason why she shouldn't be 'ere on
time "
In the matter of their aitches these girls were
not stri,:tly particular; Brown had noticed that.
Truth to tell, he sometimes shuddered as he heard
them talk. If his West Indian accent seemed to
ithm peculiar, their cockney pronunciation, now
Ihal he was in very close contact with it, was not
tio pleasing to him; as they were now by way of
becoming friends of his he wished that they would
speak more refined," as he put it to himself. But be
knew better than even to look disapproval at their
words He guessed rightly that they would have
flared up and put an end to all acquaintanceship
immediately. There was plenty of pride and pepper
in the-e girls.
The younger one had no sooner suggested swank
and side on the part of "Hamy" than there came a
sharp rap at the door, the ywift entrance of some-
tine, and Christopher found himself gasping.
Amy had arrived. And Amy stood forth as a
being entirely different in appearance from the
)other two girls, and, even as she spoke, proclaimed
btrqelf to be different in accent and in aspirates
She wa; a tall young woman with chestnut hair,
bright bron a eyes and radiant colouring. Straight
nose and well-moulded chin gave to an oval face a.
look of strength and decision; rows of dazzling and
perfectly even teeth were revealed when she laughed,
and she had entered the room with a merry laugh by
way of apology for her late arrival. Her nails were
manicured a delicate pink; there was a touch of
colour on her lips; her figure was graceful, almost
slender; she seemed to radiate vivacity and
brightness When he found himself shaking hands
with her. Christopher wondered by what miracle he
had come to meet such a marvellous creature. He
also found himself wondering how she came to be
friendly with persons like Swiffles and the girls.
For Brown had no illusions about the status of
his friends. Amy seemed to him to be different
"Now that we're all 'ere," said Swiffles after the
introduction. and assuming the demeanour of a
nost, "let us do justice to the meal to be set before
They seated themselves at table, the landlady
having agreed to wait upon them. The two young
women r.f the house, however, were by no means
disposed tha' Mr. Swiffles should make it appear as
though he and he alone were the author and begetter
no' this repast, and they merely bidden guests to it.
They suspected, and rightly, that Swiffles desired
to give the impression that he alone was paying for
the dinner, and they felt that.this would not be in
accordance with the principles of veracity and fair-
play So the one who had invited her young man
to dine with them said pointedly: "I've been want-
ing t.- "ave Bill round to dine with me for quite a
time": whi, h remark was capped by the other with
-"Hamy. at last I have the pleasure of havingg you
as niy guest "
Swiffles. engaged in negotiating soup with only
an ordinary amount of noise, heard and understood.
He knew that the wisest way to prevent any fur-
ther oh-ervations tending to lessen his importance
as a hot was to meet the situation fairly. "This
is a srrt of Dutch treat," he explained to Christo-
phelr "Y.i'-ire my guest, Mr. Burton is Miss Ethel's
guert. and Miss Hepburn is Miss Helen's guest." He
added. a. a kind of afterthought, of no consequence
whatever "The beer is on me."
Christopher had already grasped the situation;
andi nw. with the eyes of Amy Hepburn upon him.
he felt constrained to remarkable and spectacular
achievement,. "The whole party must dine with me
shortly." he announced; "I'd be glad to have you."
But even while the girls, excepting Miss Amy Hep-
burni. \iere signifying their delight, Mr. Swiffles
broke in with a demurrer.
"You stood treat to everybody last night," he
said. "We mustn't impose on you."
'No imposition," protested Brown. "Only too
delighted." But his eyes were on Miss Hepburn as
ho spnke. and she caught his look and understood
at once that it was she and she only of whom he
was thinking at the moment. Understood too that
Swiffles was trying to keep this stranger from con-
stituting himself general host and purveyor of things
delectable to the multitude. She smiled mischiev-
nuily.. '"D you prefer large parties, or small ones
as I do. Mr. Brown?" she asked with a meaning smile,
addressing him directly for the first time since din-
ner had commenced.
"Small parties," he instantly agreed, and so
eliminated at least three of those present from any
early treat that he might offer. A wild, daring hope
began to stir in his heart. Could he-would she-
was it possible that he could dare ask her, this
celestial creature, to go out with him alone to din-
ner one night? Or, if not alone, then with Swiffles

added as a concession to whatever proprieties she
might deem necessary? Mr. Brown knew the value.
and efficacy of persistent persuasion. Had he not,
again and again, in Kingston, Jamaica, brought an
indifferent customer to purchase stockings, laces,
gloves or something of that sort by the exercise on
his part of a gentle yet high-pressure salesmanship
when others would have failed? And as he had
been able to touch the pockets of other women-le-
gitimately, of course-might he not touch the heart
of this angel sufficiently to induce her to visit a
Lyons' Corner House with him, there to partake
of roast chicken with the customary accompani-
ments? Or, better still, some restaurant of a much
higher grade than even one of the world-famed
Corner Houses? He marvelled at this audacious
thought, but not so much as he would have done even
twenty-four hours before. The truth is that a great
change had been wrought in the soul of Mr. Chris-
topher Brown since morning. The receipt of that
letter from Mr. Solomon Joseph, commissioning him
to do things of a most important and responsible
character, had caused him to entertain a far higher
opinion of himself than he had ever dreamt of doing
before. To his spiritual stature had been added
several cubits. He had awakened that morning, as
it were, a star of very small magnitude, he had
since acquired a much superior size and effulgence.

His position was established; but, compared with
Amy Hepburn, he felt very inferior indeed.
Inferior to her of the dashing style and radiant
beauty, but nevertheless able to compensate himself
for this feeling by patronising the humble Swiffles
who, suddenly reduced irom his first implied claim
to be the sole host of the evening, was now seeking
to console himself for the loss of a temporary in-
valid social status by eating as much of the roast
beef as his stomach could contain.
"Oh, by the way, Swiffles," remarked Christo-
pher, loudly, "you were saying something to me
yesterday about wanting to go out to the West
Indies-the land of Columbus," he added, deliberately
turning to Miss Hepburn, so as to ensure her sub-
sequent attention.
"You spoke to me about the West Indies," cor-
rected that literalist, Mr. Swiffles; and "who is
Columbus?" asked Miss Hepburn.
"Yes, I spoke to you about the West Indies
first," admitted Christopher, "and Columbus was a
Spaniard," he continued, not knowing that in this
he was right only from the nationalistic and not
racial point of view.
"Are you a Spaniard, Mr. Brown?" enquired
Amy, with an intonation of interest.
"No, I am a Jamaican and a Protestant," ex-
plained Christopher. "The Spaniards are Spaniards




and Roman Catholics."
"O0 am a Ronin Catholic," interpolated Swiffles,
"but Oi am not a Sdaniard."
"A most estimable religion," hastily conceded
Christopher. "If I was not a Protestant I should be
a Catholic." He threw in this remark as placatory
and tending to damp down the fires of possible re-
ligious intolerance.
"There's nothing to prevent you from becoming
a Catholic," Swiffles promptly pointed out, two pints
of beer having inspired him, for the moment, with
proselytising enthusiasm.
"We won't talk religion," suggested Amy; "I
always say, everybody to his own faith."
"So do I," agreed Christopher heartily, glad of
any opportunity to escape from Columbus and the
Catholic religion just then. "But I was talking of
a conversation Mr. Swiffles and I had yesterday. I
suggested to him that he might take a trip to Ja-
maica where I live, and get a job. Of course," con-
cluded Christopher, waving his arm with the ample
gesture of a dispenser of jobs, "it's up to him. Take
it or leave it, say I. Every man must make his own
He paused in the midst of an impressive silence.
In a flash he comprehended the meaning of that
silence. He knew that he now shone in a different
and more dazzling light than before. He was evi-
dently regarded as a man with lucrative positions
to offer.
"You mean it seriously?" asked Swiffles with
awe in his voice, "you mean that if Oi like Oi can
get a good situation in your country?"
"It all depends upon your capabilities, Swiffles,"
replied Christopher, grandiloquently. "Let us see
now: your line is sartorial?"
"Is what?" enquired Mr. Swiffles, puzzled. "Don't
you know Oi am a tailor?"
"A tailor is sartorial," explained Brown, "sar-
torial is the other and more high-toned name for
tailor; don't forget that."
Swiffres promised that he wouldn't.
"Now the question is," continued Mr. Brown,
glancing round the table to make sure that he held
the breathless attention of every one present, but es-
pecially Amy, "are you a cutter?"
"Of course Oi am," asseverated Swiffles positive-
ly. "Oi learnt cutting as well as sewing in the first
tailor's shop where I learnt me trade."
"Don't say trade, say profession," advised Chris-
topher; "I will explain why later. "Are you a good
"Oi 'ope so," modestly answered Swiffles; "it is
01 who cut out your jacket and vest to-day, which

you will try on on Wednesday. The boss himself
made you think he was going to do it, but Oi did.
But don't say Oi told you so," he added anxiously.
"Besides, you will know from your own suit whether
Oi can cut or not, and that is what you want to
know. But what about it?"
"Only this," said Brown impressively, "that if
your performance is satisfactory, I can offer you a
lucrative position in the city from which I derive,
and which is the metropolis of the West Indies."
He opened both arms as he spoke, as though
suggesting the width and amplitude of the West
Indies, and thus upset a glass with some beer in it
upon the tablecloth. But great men have been known
to meet with great misfortunes and to ignore them;
and Christopher rose so high above this one that he
refused to notice it even.
"Well!" exclaimed one of the sisters, "what
good luck you have, Gussie!"
"What is the pay?" enquired Mr. Swiffles cau-
tiously, for this sort of thing looked as though there
were a catch to it.
"Five pounds a week to begin with, six pounds
after the first six months if you make good. Your
passage back home if you don't suit after the first
six months-but you are going to suit, Swiffles, me
boy. You will be employed to the man whose re-
presentative I am, Mr. Solomon Joseph, one of the
biggest men in Kingston, an able fellow, sir, an able
fellow, and a friend of mine. We can talk over
the details when I have seen your work and have
had a talk about you with your present boss-you
won't mind that, will you? The arrangement is left
entirely to my discreet discretion, and it is not the
only thing I am entrusted to do over here, either. I-
am going to buy for my firm: what do you think of
The assembled company thought it wonderful.
Two of the girls were assistants at a Woolworth six-
penny store, while Amy was a cashier in a higher
class shop in Regent Street. They believed that one
who was "a buyer" must necessarily be a person of
the first importance. They not unnaturally imagined
that the firm of Solomon Joseph of Kingston, Ja-
maica, was something like the considerable em-
poriums with which they were acquainted. Thus
Christopher increased in consequence in their eyes
with every announcement that he made. Which was
exactly the effect at which he aimed.
"You will," he resumed, addressing Swiffles, "be
the head of your department. You will direct a
number of local journeymen tailors who will be un-
der your direction. You will be a bort of boss."
"Foine!" ejaculated Swiffles, net yet affected by

the doubt, which assailed him later, as to whether
he could ever muster enough assertiveness to boss
anyone upon this earth.
"But you mustn't call yourself a tailor out in
Jamaica," continued Christopher, "and you mustn't
talk about your trade, You must think of your
social position."
"But 01 haven't any," said Swiffles simply, "and
as 01 am a tailor, what else can 01 say Oi am? Be-
sides," he suggested hopefully, "some tailors are very
big men. In Saville Row and Conduit Street-"
"You must come from there," interrupted Chris-
topher calmly, "you must say you come from there.
But if you call yourself a so-so tailor-"
"What is a so-so tailor, Mr. Brown?" queried
Amy, who had been following this conversation with
both her ears,
"He is a tailor and nothing more," said Chris-
"But that is what Gussle is."
"He has got to be more than that in Jamaica,"
asserted Christopher emphatically. "He must rise
above tailoring, in name, I mean; or he will not be
able to mix in good society. I, for instance, would
not associate in my country with an ordinary
tailor, but-"
"But Oi am not an hextraordinary tailor," ex-
claimed Swiffles in disappointed tones, "though (he
went on hopefully) Oi may be later."
"What I think Mr. Brown means," suggested
Amy, with a quickness of wit which increased (if
possible) Christopher's admiration for her, "is that
you must describe yourself as a man of importance
in Jamaica, otherwise you won't be respected by the
"Not Indians," corrected Christopher, "but that
doesn't matter now. Perhaps you could be described,
Swiffles, as a Sartorial Artist from the fashionable
West End of London, or as an English Director of
Tailoring. I think it should be an English Director
of Tailorine. for that is a sort of something different
from a tailor. You direct the tailors but you are
not exactly a tailor yourself; don't you see?"
"Then how can you direct them," innocently en-
quired Swiffles, "unless you are going to direct them
"It's the name we are thinking of, not the thing
itself," argued Brown with great patience. "If you
are only head tailor in Mr. Solomon Joseph's store,
you are nobody; but if you are the firm's English
Director of Tailoring you are somebody and can
make friends and have a good time. I am empow-
ered to offer you a contract for two years; at the
end of that two years, if you succeed, you will be at

ESTB. 1899.

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60 .





T r HE invisible Thing called Good Name, is

made up of the Breath of Numbers that

speak well of you.


A. & F. PEARS LTD. .


F. A. FERRIS & CO.. .

L. S. DIXON & CO.. LTD. .
W. J. KNOTT LTD.... ..


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Unquestionably the most Tholi-tughly renovated ind
beautiful Spot in St. APl.
drews. "lPrihate Baths addled 'o

Situated 5- miles out of must of the rooms.
SKingston on the Hope R
Road and wil thin walkin~t- Situated around tilt Ga-
distan-e of Hope Gat-- le a eera
X dens. IY
with spa.iouns verandah
Scenery and climate ui-
srpassed. iand 1-rivate lBath.

Most deligl tfil wilks ill
its own gt.rtnils. Elevation 531t fet 1.

The Cuisine anill ;enera;' Tell gree i:ooler thli
Appointments a ir thXt-
oXighly firstrclass and wil Kingston.
appeal to the nmost fast;
dions tastes.

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the top of the ladder and be very important. If I
were you I nould write me a letter saying that if
you take the job you must be called Director it
Tailoring. I know Mr. Joseph will like that name.
but it won't do any harm for you to stipulate it
Otherwise, don't bother to come out to Jamanica
Unless you want to. be nobody."
Now whO wants to be nobody anywhere? True
it had never occurred to Swiffles before th:t lie
might be anyone of importance in the future. ihe
had always been too hum-
ble for that. But now be
began to perceive that
there were countries an]
climates where even tile
meek, like him. might :n-
herit some part of the
earth and le considered
as a definite factor in the
scheme of things terres
trial. New vistas seemed
opening before him. For
tune beckoned to him. Mr.
Brown was the god out of
the machine who. with a
word or two. could change
the whole current of his
life's affairs. And only
yesterday morning he had
been but a tailor's assist-
ant with no prospects
worth speaking of. It was
difficult to believe he was
not dreaming.
Congratulations began
to pour upon him. From
the tenor of the conversa-
tion everybody felt it was
certain that in another
couple of months Augus-
tus would become a Direc-
tor of Tailoring in a land
here, apparently, every-
one wore clothes. though
it had been generally
imagined by most of the
party that in countries
like Jamaica the loin
cloth and the string f
beads round the waist
were the principal cloth-
ing of practically all the
'native" people.
Mr. Brown basked :n
this sunshine of his own
creating. His spirits
soared to the zenith. He I
was conscious that the f ,
eyes of Miss Amy Hep- I
burn were fixed upon him
with an admiring look:
he did not perceive that IR RIR ELF.
it was also an enquiring, muair. FtRlleii In he t ot
a speculative look. He interrupt
himself had said nothing
that had not been accom-
panied by a glance in her
direction: he had talked at her. gestured to her, ex-
hibited himself in all his glory in a covert ibut really
overt bid for admiration. It was all plain as an
open book to her: Amy had had much experience
with men far more sophisticated than Christopher.
And now she was studying him. appraising him, cal-

iulatinia nabcut him. And he saw her brielit eyes
fix.-d Lupi him. and his heart sEang; [..r joy.


"JT'S a posh place." murnluredl Amy with pride toi
1 Christopher. Christopher was not certain of the
meaning of the word "posh.' but he gathered it was
more or less c -yninnymous with grand. or, as he


LPli, n WINItoil" nn cr, iicrr
Ri, ha'rd 'ori, IP P6,lli at.
Sihrl 71irt.l.
liir lirsni/s rf th /iltnii
imitlti fr it ri alrriii ii

Mongooise hop 'pon de Hope
Dress in blue suit an shoes
Leave him cards aid de Kir
Swank, Mongoo'e!

Mongoose call on de A. D. C
Dey lih' himin down an' sear
"Dis." him hawl out, "should
Sc ratch. Mongor.--e'

MoNt.ig)iii.e member of de Fii
Brag. "For Corporation me
From time im'ninrial nie na.
La"wks. Mongniose!

Mrlinioise sit in de Legislati
TI in -.. .. ...


queer mixture o( timidity and audacity. He had
invited Amy to go out with him to dinner: had
asked her to select the place she would like best,
"for I am a stranger. you know." Amy, always
ambitious. had decided upon the Trocadero instead
iof a Corner House; "we shall see nice people ther..'"
she had explained. but hall not taken the trouble
to add that it would lie more expensive. Amy filt
that if a young man wanted to entertain her and
eijoy her company. it was ip to hint to di so on a
sufficiently elaborate scale.
S Had she dared. she
wouitld have mentioned the
Savoy or sonlme similar
Hotel. hut at the meie
thought of that even her
high courage failed. Those
were tto her. unknown A e
rf,,th1ir awtl ?iIt gicns. The Tric represent-
S,111,.n il I,,- ttrj ,
,,, ,r,t,, ,ti i r ed g randeur enough to
ione who worked as a
cashier in a shop.
o,,., ...... ,,,. ,, Tile lights, the glitter,
/t Lii,,,r., .'rr,- t h e plush-covered floor
and steps of the res-
taurant's interior, t h e
number of well-dressed
people corning out of and
going into the Troc at
this hour. the sound 1'f
music front the main din-
SCar Line. ine room on the ground-
s,, rine, floor which his ears caught
S as he was led by Amy to-
)g's Hute Shine"--
s H e Shine- wards the stairs which led
down into the grill: the
Srea t grillrroni itself,
crw.,wded: the bowing
waiters. the impressive
politeness with which they
were shown to a table-all
delighted him. He kinew
,.h for flea. lie niight have to spend
neher be"-- more mone y than he
noriciually had intended:
but for that. now. lie did
not tare a lig. Here was
he. with a beautiful girl
be-ide him. a sort of girl
wloni le could only meet
e Ericade in Janaita in the relation
it afraid. iof salesman to customer
S.. It was wonderful. It was
e wa made- intoxicating. It was proof
that the age of miracl.:s
had not passed.
"Have y ou nia n y
plaice like this in King-
triiin?" a-ked Ant.. after
e, a waiter had taken their
re I k t t r.
atlive. Hlie kntew that there

e Colonial rreiary or a- Tell Sir Arthur him adjetati\v-- wa nine: indeed. aeain
unril with Mongoose as an aod again he had tried to
ing auditor Mind. Mongoose!
explain to Amy that King-
ston was not exactly like
London and that the great
would have put it, "scrurnptitou." He gazed abullt buildings and businesses of a vast metropoli could
him. not he duplicated in a small West Indian city. But
"Yes." he agreed. "it is very posh. one of the Amy knew no city except London, and again and
pochest I know." again she would show that she imagined King-
They were in the grillroom of the Trocadero. ston to be not unlike her own home town! And Chris.
Christopher had entered that restaurant with a topher. though he tried to explain the difference

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Charmingly set in beau-
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grounds, s six hundred
feet above sea level.
Six miles from Kingston.
Offers first class acconm-
Moda iou. Delightfully
cool all the year.

Quiet, select and a fa-
vourite resort for those
see k i ng rest, offering
first-rate facilities for re-
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GOLF--Links adjoining

the grounds

('htar,,r ing Walks, Motor
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PHONE 6105.

to her, always did so in such a manner as to convey
the impression that Kingston was vastly more im-
posing than it could ever be.
"Not exactly like this," he explained; "but we
have the Myrtle Bank Hotel 'and the Constant
Spring, and a number of other places. I wish you
could see them."
"I suppose you often take young ladies out to
dine at them?"
The cocktails that Christopher had ordered had
now been mixed, and both he and Amy were sip-
ping them; on a naturally abstemious man even the
first few sips had already produced an embolden-
ing effect. The orchestra in the room broke into
a crashing tune; a thousand people seemed to have
but one object in view at
the moment: to enjoy
themselves, to pass the
hours in gaiety. And here
Was this wonderful young
woman suggesting that
in his own country he was
in the habit of taking out
girls like herself to places
like this-how highly she
must think of him! And
what a fine posh fellow he
must be that she should
think so highly of him! -e
What a glorious world it
was, to be sure. What
fool it was that had said
it was a vale of tears?
"Not often," 'he re-
plied; "only now and
then. You see," he went
on confidentially, "I
haven't bothered much c
with young ladies. I have
been too busy looking
after me business, and,
what is more, none of
them ever attracted me.
It is not every day that a
man can come across a
young lady like you."
iAmy smiled, pleased
with the compliment, but
accepting it as after all
only her due. Young men
lad" said much the same /
thing to her, and more, on 1
many a previous occasion.
The "not often" of
Christopher really meant
never. He had never once
taken anyone to dine at *
any large hotel in King- CAPTAIN HARVEY, A.]
leceives Mongoose at Rin
ston or anywhere else in receive Mon e t n
Jamaica. The idea of do-
ing so had never entered
his head. But one must

keep the flag flying, hence his equivocation. As for
his never having bothered much with young ladies,
even as he spoke the face of one particular girl out-
lined itself again-it the horizon of his mind. She was
his particular female friend; innumerable times he
had taken her out to the simple pleasures and pas-
times which had been sufficiently delightful to them
both; their names had even been knowingly linked
tr.gelith by mutual friends. It would be "a case" be-
tweeo- then these friends had said. But Christopher
had nbt proposed to Gracie Seawell; he considered
"himself as in no way bound to her. He was glad to
think that now. It made him feel free as air.
He- had ordered a bottle of sautern. Their
c, ktiil1' despatched, they were iow drinking wine
with thhe well-cooked food placed before them. The
wine was 'completing in Chri-t',pher the work be-

gun by the cocktail. He gazed about him with con-
fidence, almost with a challenge. He had heroic long-
ings in him. And as his glance swept the room in
one of these proud and comprehensive surveys he
observed that Amy's eyes were fixed on those of a
young man who, with a very pretty girl, had just
entered the room and was being placed at a table
not far from theirs. The man's chair faced their
table, the.girl would sit opposite to him. The man
stared, surprised, and, as it seemed, somewhat em-
barrassed, at Amy, and then gave a slight nod. Amy's
face flamed scarlet and her brows drew quickly into
an ugly frown. Her look did not escape Christop-
her. He had been spectator of the entire little'


D.C,. courteously, but dubiously
big's House. Mongoose has never
there before

These new verses of i
known Mongoose Ditty w4
Richard Cory (Polly) an
Cliff Tyrell.
The chorus of the Mo
omitted, for it is already

Mongoose meet H. G. fa
Lose him breath for a 1
Bawl for Cromwell to bri
Romp, Mongoose

Mister Nichols have to p
Mongoose get in a trami
Can't eat yam now, but
Bawl, Mongoose!

Mongoose crawl in a Su
Seat himself at the I. G
Cry, "de policemen feel
Right, '.1..n, ,.'

Sir Arthur Jelf say
Sure deserVing of such
Jus' de man fe represent
Coo-ya, Mongoose

He noticed too that the man had given him a
swift, appraising glance.
Had he taken nothing to drink, he would have
offered no observation; he would have felt that to
do; so would be an impertinence. But now he was
equal to almost anything. He looked across at the
young man, concluded at once that he was a gen-
tleman and far, far removed from the station of
the Christopher Browns and persons of that ilk. He
was handsome, well-groomed, bore himself with
ease: he was somebody. The girl might or might
not be of his own class; Christopher had the im-
pression that she was not. He knew Amy: that
was quite obvious from the fact that he had spoken
to her. But his recognition had been quick, unwill-
ing, furtive, as though it had been surprised out
of him. His eyes were now steadfastly turned from

her direction. And, quite evidently, she was angry
and hurt....
"You know that fellow over there?" enquired
"You don't look too pleased about it."
"No; he is a cad."
"I thought so. I didn't like the way he nod-
ded to you. For two pins I would knock his head
*"What for? You must have seen that. I didn't
even answer him. I -took no notice of him."
"He shouldn't have spoken to you like he did."
"There's no la: against his nodding; and if
you said a word about it to him, and he resented
it, we should be ahked to
leave the place. You can't
interfere with other peo-
ple, you know."
C'hri-topher was for
an instant abashed. But
the influence of the wine
the popular and well was still upon him, or
oere composed by Mrs. rather within him, and
nd illustrated by Mr. still he was ambitious to
play the hero.
ngoose song has been "I am mad when any-
well known to every- body treats you like I
think they shouldn't. I
feel I couldn't do enough
to them."
"What could you do?"
snapped Amy.
ce to face, It then occurred to
engthy space, Christopher that what he
(ing uld dl was exactly no-
ring de mace--
thing. He took another
look at the young man,
whom he cotild see dis-
tinctly. In his well-fitting
pay de cash, dinner jacket he seemed
ar smashathletic, strong; his face,
too, suggested nothing of
salt-fish hash- the coward. Christopher,
inflamed though he was
by admiration for Amy
and cocktail and wine,
tto Stt suddenly entertained a
tt teethought, which was that
's feet that particular young
de heat"- man, if offended, might
not hesitate to kick the
present Christopher Brown
in the sight of all the
world. Chris glanced at
you well an' pretty the waiters. They too,
a ditty, for all their smiles and
t de city"- .wi ine. all their quick
,! readiness to serve and
their unfailiue politeness,
might display quite an-
other aspect 'of character
if called upon to do so. And Amy herself seemed
to think that by taking notice of the young man's
nod he was only making a fool of himself. He sub-
The meal went on. The cloud continued lo
rest on Amy's face. Somehow the glamour had fad-
ed from the function; it was no longer, enjoyable.
With the vanishing of Amy's' good spirits had gone
the keen delight and fascination of the evening for
Christopher. Who the devil was this young man, he
wondered, and what could he. possibly mean to
"A girl in my position," broke out Amy sudden-
ly, after some minutes of silence, "gets to know a
lot of people who think .they can claim acquaint-
anceship after business hours. They try to speak
to you; and the only thing you can do is to ignore


. I


them. That is the beat way to put them in their
proper place "
"So it is." Christopper agreed heartily, immense-
ly relieved by Amy'S, unsolicited explanation. "J-j t
treat them with contempt."
Swiftly shle relap-ed into bitterness. It is th-ey
who treat you with contempt." she said "They
think they can do what they like with you. They
think that people like me. people not of their ,.l-.s,
are made for their pleasure, and when the' have
done with us they just nod and pass on. I hate the
whole of them. They look down on us: they think
they are everything and we are nothing. I hate
The words rushed forth as though they demand-
ed, clamoured for. utterance and would nut be de-
nied. It vwas as though Amy felt compelled to uun-
pack her heart or biir't. She was raging inwardly,
she must find some vent for the fire- within her.
But as suddenly as she had broken out she checked
herself. And her eyes searched Christopher's face
to find out how he had taken her unpremeditated
speech; what impression it had made upon him
"Phew!" he cried. "'you are a regular Bolshe-
"I feel like that sometimes. Look at all these
people round us. What do they care for a girl like
"But why do you worry about that?"' was his
very sensible question. "After all. what do :.ou
care about them? And why should you give thoem
a thought" You are as good as any of them. You
are much better in fact: and as for looks, \,hich
one of these women can hold a candle to you?"
A smile of gratified vanity stole over the girl's
countenance. Christopher had spoken with such
warmth, such force. that there was no doubting hIs
sincerity. This was no mere compliment he was
paying her. It canie from his heart.
"You see the girl that man over there came rin
with?" she asked.
"Yes. I saw her plain enough."
"You think I am prettier than she?"
"There's no comparison. You can see a dozen
like her in this very room now There isn't one
like you. Any fool with eyes in his head would
know that"
"You say that now, but-"
"You might change your mind to morrow. All
men are the same."
"No man can change his mind about you." lie
answered positively: "not if he is the right kind."
She accepted this with a bitter little smile. But
he had poured balm into some wound that rankled
in her heart. Here. at least. Aas ine man who
thought of her as a sort of goddess.
"Why," he asked abruptly. "did you say you
hate that man? Hate i., a strong word."
"I didn't mean him particularly." she hurried
1. replied "I meant people like him. There are
a lot of them. Don't you dislike them yourself"
But, of course, in your position you wouldn't have
to meet insults. You are different"
"I ain't. I meet with a Int of forwardness some.
times. But I tell them a thing or two." he added.
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ness he had illegitimately donned since coming to
"Why did you want to resent his nodding to me
the way he did," she asked softly.
For a moment he did not reply. He felt that
he dared, not. It would be too audacious. It would
also be too tremendous a step for him to take-to
answer as he felt, to tell her the truth. He was
sure it would mean nothing to her, that she would
simply laugh and that the matter would end there
in so far as she would be concerned; yet for him
to say what was in his heart, and almost now upon
his lips would mean His mind grew more con-
fused, his blood was pounding through his veins, the
room became a huge blur He was not quite con-
scious of his action; yet he knew that he had low-
ered his voice, and, as though he were listening to
someone else, he heard himself whisper to her-
"Because I love you."
It was out at last. How would she take it, this
superior creature; and from him, a poor clerk in a
West Indian shop?
Her calmness steadied him. In a low but mat-
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will go away. And me, you will leave me behind

"No, Amy, no. I want you to come with me.
You could marry nie before we sailed. I couldn't
leave you. I would. lose. you. I did. Will you
marry me?"
"Ask me again to-morrow when we meet; I will
tell you then."
Dazed with happiness, for she had not refused
him, Christopher paid the bill, tipped the waiter
handsomely, threw a haughty glance of disdain and
defiance towards the young man who had so sum-
marily nodded to Amy-the young man's eyes met
his, but the defiant glance seemed wasted-and left
the grill room of the Troc treading upon air. He
was not the same man who had entered the build-
ing; he was a conquering hero taking principal part
in a triumphal procession. "Shall we go some-
where?" he asked Amy. "A picture show: any-
"I would prefer to go home now," she said. "To-
morrow night perhaps. Will you call for me?"
"I will take you home now, and call for you
to-morrow night about eight."
"That's all right."
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ask him in. He took her hand; she lifted her face:
he kissed her. He was like a man intoxicated all
the way back to his lodging in Clapham.

The girl herself went quickly up to her room,
avoiding her mother, and sat down to think. She
had to make a momentous decision that would
change the whole tenor of her life.
Her feelings were mixed, relief blended with
She did not love Christopher Brown. He was
passable enough, generous, apparently in good cir-
cumstances. But he was ordinary: she was too ex-
perienced, too worldly wise not to have perceived
that. She was beautiful; she knew it. But, as she
put it to herself, she was also unfortunate. Had
life treated her rightly she would not have had to
think of Christopher Brown as a solution of her
And would he be a solution? Would he ever
find out? One could never be certain.
She had almost betrayed herself that night. Her
unrestrained outburst when John Dalremple had so
casually saluted her, taken aback as it were at see-
ing her in the restaurant, might have warned a
man with a keener sense of observation than Chris-
topher that there had been something between them,
while a woman would at once have guessed the
truth. It was all over now; she had known from
the first that some day it would be over, though,
being human, she had hoped against her own in-
stincts and knowledge that it would last. Her home
was an unhappy one. Her father, still alive, was
domineering, quick-tempered, impossible. She stood
up against him, her mother watching the continu-
ous conflict terrified; but the perpetual disagree:
ments distracted her, and she was glad to catch at
any chance of pleasure and relief outside. Her
father was very suspicious; he did not welcome men
to. the little flat in which they lived. So she had
had to meet young men outside; and one day,
two years before, she had met Dalremple in the
place where she worked: had handed him some
change after he had made a few purchases. He was
struck with her beauty: she saw that. He came
there again and again to buy things he did not
want, and always managed while getting the change
to say a few words to her. What happened next
was the expected. He asked her to meet him one
night for dinner. She agreed; they met often after
that, became friendly, and then he began to make
love to her. But even while making love he always

insisted that he did not believe in marriage. He
spoke of marriage as the death of love, as an )ld-
fashioned institution which modern people disre-
She ought to have been warned by that, but
she did not wish to be warned. She was flattered
by his attentions: he was "such a toff." She fierce-
ly thirsted for affection, but at the same time she
despised the men of her own class who would have
been glad to marry her. She had had many pro-
posals from the time she was seventeen years of
age; but she had seen how quickly the wives of poor
men faded with hard work and child-bearing and
anxiety to make both ends meet. She detested such
a life. She had sworn it would never be hers.
She had quickly grown to care for John Dalrem-
ple; he was highly connected; he treated her as an
equal; he took her out to dine with him, he took
her to shows. She liked the way he looked, the
way he spoke, the way he dressed; if he did announce
emphatically his objection to marriage, he also said
that if he could ever come to acquiesce in that in-
stitution she was the woman he would marry. In
her heart of hearts she realized that this was but
soothing and complimentary talk; he would never
marry a woman of her class, she was convinced.
Yet she continued to go about him, playing with
fire. And it burnt her.
One night he suggested a little supper at his
flat; his mother, would be there, he said, was in-
deed expecting her: everything would be right and
proper. After some hesitation she accepted the in-
vitation. Had she believed that his mother would
meet her? She had pretended to, her self-respect
.demanded that. She had tried to deceive herself
into believing that she believed him. Yet she was
not much surprised, when they got to the flat, to find
that Mrs. Dalremple was not there; and she listen-
ed to the explanation of John-a missed train or
something-without protest. She wanted love, and
he gave it to her-excitement, pleasure, "life" such
as the men friends in her own sphere could never
provide. She hoped that night that she could keep
John always; she counted upon the power of her
beauty to do so. She had perfect self-confidence.
When he suggested that she should stay with
him until late-she could tell her people that she
had been to the theatre-she consented. They went
into his room together: all pretence was now set
aside. But discretion, if not virtue, cried a warn-
"You know what may happen," she implored.

"I may be disgraced. Have you never thought of
He promised that there should be no conse-
quences that would bring her to disgrace, and she
believed him. And, during the eighteen months that
they had been lovers he had kept his word.
She was grateful for that. Nobody knew what
she had done; nobody in her own circle at any rate,
and it was this circle that counted with her. A
baby would have meant ruin. John had taken care
there should be none.
For six months the liaison was one prolonged
honeymoon; then dissensions appeared, differences
began to yawn between them. She was quick-tem-
pered, exigent, jealous; he was careless and unfaith-
ful. They quarrelled; the quarrels intensified in
strength and feeling. He said she was impossible;
she called him worthless, deceiver, snob. The differ-
ence between his class and hers, though it had been
one of the things that had attracted him to her,
now seemed to rankle perpetually. She made it a
kind of reproach to him, Incessantly.
He began to weary of her, met her less often;
ceased at last to ask her to his place. She realized
at length that the end had come between them.
For six months now she had not met him. He
had been generous to her. But she would not ask
him for a penny when they ceased to be lovers. She
had cut herself off from him with a curse. Vanity,
which served her as well as self-respect would have
served the most virtuous of women, caused her to
fall back upon herself entirely. She took nothing
from him. She was wholly finished with him.
To-night, at the Troc, she had seen him again
for the first time in six months, and with another
woman. The same thing would probably happen in
that woman's case as in hers. She had seen him
glance at Christopher Brown, with something of
relief in his eyes, but also with a suspicion of
amusement. He had sized up Brown, and his opin-
ion was probably good-humouredly contemptuous.
That thought had maddened her; a poor opinion of
Christopher meant also a poor opinion of her, his
companion. It was like a stab; had John Dalrem-
ple fallen in a fit at that moment, Amy would have
The sequel had come swiftly and strangely. The
stranger from Jamaica, after she had railed against
the man who had quickly nodded to her-though she
knew that the nod had been one of surprise and
not insulting intentionally-that stranger had asked
her to marry him. He was not in the same class
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with John Dalremple by a thousand miles: he boat
ed, he was ver. talkative: he spoke with a kind uf
flat drawl. Yet he prmopu,,ed to nmarr3 her: t., give her
a name. a home. a kind ..f prositih.n. and. after aill,
she was danmapt-d giomds WVuuld he ever find thit
out? Dare -he at ept his propoCal?
She was afraid.
Dis:coer,. -lie had heard. as in th,-e nlatrers
certain Dist over\. -he had al.-o heard, was ver'.
problematical She knewv ot girls ithr had prov'..d
that: so she had a chianIie.
SCould she bllff it out?
Other girls had done so And hlie had a oln-
vi'tion that it would Inever be difficult fmr her to,
tinn.vine and to manage Cnrtistpliher Biron n He
should believe her. lie st. miti een rather in awe tf
S her. She -av that. So then .
Well. -he would let Iiini know her decision I,-


THE thing was done Chr.lurl:pher found himself
Sa married iianl.
It had all happened iuil kly. Aniy had aci.epted
him. then had pre-ented himn t. her father and
mother. The tormter. whlio had been a sergeant in
the army. and not was- an sort cjf night watchman
for a hiilding in London. had inoked him up an.d
down and disapproved of hint entirely. Hepburn
was in the habit of disappiruving if most persons:
hut his, disapproval went the entir.- limit after otne
swift appraising glatne at Christopher: hb.wever. his
daughter had in her iinI:h of hi-, mwn dominating
disposition and he had learnt from experience that
she iiutld fieht -trenuously fior hlat slie wanted
As the two never eFtr ion. Am.ry's father vwa" not par.
tircularly c~rry that lhe should be removing herself
from his ii,:inlrv y ivt' onie tliousa3ndrs of miles. hut
her another was Sorri'wful. and Anmy. whi cared for
her mother. n as sorry 1tv I that slie iweVlld have to,
leave her. Still. she was taking ('hristoplihr for
better or worse-in -inie respects fill iworse--ind tihe
separation had tio iome. The wedding was celebrated
quietly wiithin three week tif lthe proposal. iand
Christopher and his wife went oif to Birmninglihi
tn spend the hlionemo o nljn. an d al-oi t buiy sundry jin;

lots for Mr. Solomon Joseph at the lowest possible
Samples of goods purchased by Christopher. with
prices attaLhed. reached Mr. Jloseph some four
weeks after the commission to buy had been receiv.-dt
by Christopher. and he showed them to his mother
The old lady examined them i.arefully. noted 'he
price paid for them, then nodded to her son witn
satisfai tion.
"What did I tell you. Solomon?"' she remark.id
"That ymiing fellow i, no fool. Yoiu couldn't have
Idne better yourself-"
"N,,t much letter, perhaps' qualified IMr
J:i-eph. ".but lie .ure has made a cood bargain."
t"You usiLt encot.turapg him,' said Mrs. Joseph:
" nhen iyou have a good man it i wise to keep him."
"I will tell him I ant pleased with him." said
lMr. Ji.sepli: "but it wouldn't ie wise to do more.
These people get swell headed if you give them an\-
thing extra."
"You are right. mnte on." agreed M r--. Joseph.
* nly. if Isidure hear ahbut this-"
"D'on t intention that thief!' cried Solmmon:i "he
is capable of anything But I will .see that Chris
topiler don't leave my employ. I am not going I t
tiain Lip a matn for Isidore to take him awav. H.'.
r.tmlmed mie enough already."
Mr Joseph. having satisfied himself that lie
h:ld trained Christophler as a huyer, had promni tl3
ttailished proprieturi rightI- in him: but this nad.il
iin feel nimorle kindly than ever t'.larijds Chri.toph.:r.
tir r we like thliat wln.il we think \we have made ani,
Theref.,'re when. a week ior so later. NMr Jil os-ih
reelveld an aimrail letter annmouni.iii Chrirtupher's
marriage. he decided not to be indignant. What hn-
,iiuld have toj be indignant at the impartial outsijder
w..uld have been at a lus toi understand; buIt 'Ir
JI, :eph. thlitlah approvinc of marriage generally .,r
hi- -enuir emlplojees. always liked to be told tif thr-ir
it.tentions in advan e. This gave him the opportlurit3
,..t mfferilng t[hel sime ,tuite unnle.essary advi.e. minl
tlihi. of feeling that he had contributed tu their fu-
titre happiness Should disaster overtake tile imar.
ringe. .itowever. he would naturally di.claim all re
l.lonsihiility for that
Mr .IJ.-eph t.Ck Cliristopher'. letter home to III'
mitther SlIh read it carefully. iotL d the .,.iin2
ilan's efnthusiaStli i (llomientli- on the Ibeaiiti anid
oodne s of his. wife. his wiitnder that lhe had been
able to seilcre siim h a tre-asire. hii declaration that
the nimit!entiis step he had taken wlluld assist Iiin
in his wnrk. sot that thie area firm of Solomoni

Joseplh :uld not fail to be advantaged thereby The
shrewd old Awoman read through lthe letter twice.
"He seems to love her very much." -she commented.
"What you think of it?" asked her son.
"Well. she is a stranger to Christopher, you
know.. Solomoln.
*That' so.
**And when she u.tine out here she mayn't be
,tntent-d: I have seen that ,.mrt of thine before."
"What'll she have to be dis~ contented abotutr
demanded Solomon "DDon't he have a good pu-ition
iti n. store. And. after all, she i-an't be so very
lnimI:h herself. or she ixouldn't have married him.
He sa).s -lie ued to work in a store in London: you
kn ow that that isn't anything great. So she "u-iht
t., be Ctontented."
"Hurn. Well. ae'll *se It will either make him
bi-tter or worse."
"He'd better not huonme ors~." a-.everated Mr
S-,Ilnimon Jo,.eph pmsiitivly., **r he iAitn't lI-ng renli.ilit
%\ ith me. But I do.n t fear that. he's never been
had And %i hen a iman get marriel he a%.irks hard
er. the tiuth is that he is afraid to lose his job. -.)
lie il.n't pi\e any bha k-anlwers an and ll that r-lrt ,i
f.lishinese Malrriace is e Pod for a 3.'lnne man."
*Thtn wh. don't yoiu get ltmarried yourRelf,
Solomiton"' ,tked hi: niimther wistfully. "I don't
want to lose yul. but I would like to have a little
grandson or two hIefore I die And Esther i, not
likely to nmarry---Esther was Mt-. S.-lomnon's idaich
t'r. aged forty. w h ai rai nriw henii inI New\ York Iir
sonle months.
Mr. Solounmn n felt that the .inv\trsation was tak-
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,are to liiention at this stage ot f their career. She
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appear as though she did. The truth is that she
wn uld eladiy have wel mieined (lheni br S.,oloinou's
sake. and hoped that the day wma, not fair distant
wihenl he would s uiinimnin .ul icient r.lurace to In-
noumile their existence. Meanwhile she dit wish to
see him married. for rili sake of the (ontinuance '*f
the legitimate bran, i if an utterly undistinguished.
'I w.tild like t, meet his wife." imused Mi.

"We will all upon her wvlhtn -he arrives." 11-
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little social attention on my part. So long, of
course, as he does not take advantage of me kind-
"You are right, me darling," said his mother;
'but, you know, Solomon, if he had married a
Jamaica girl, like that Grace Seawell he was going
about with, you would never think of calling on him.
You see the difference already? That is what I
"I don't know exactly, except this: people here
will take more notice of him because his wife is
English than they would have done otherwise. And
if she is as pretty as he says-though a lover is no
judge-they will make him feel quite important, and
the poor fellow may get into debt and all sorts of
"You don't mean to say you think he will steal?"
asked Mr. Solomon Joseph, startled. "I was wonder-
ing about that same thing meself."
"No; I am sure he is honest. But there's other
things. Well, he's married already; so we must
make the best of it."

Meanwhile, Christopher and his wife were even
then on their way to Jamaica.
On embarking on the homeward journey, Chris-
topher had vivid recollections of his voyage over to
the Mother Country. He had then been treated like
any other ordinary passenger, no particular notice
having been taken of him. He had shared the pangs
of sea sickness, had joined in the sports, had parti-
cipated in the concerts, like everybody else; but in
the groups which had inevitably been formed among
the passengers after the ship had been two or three
days out he had found himself relegated to one com-
posed of persons of more or less his own station in
life. Beyond an occasional bow from some of his
other fellow-passengers, there were no real social
contacts between him and them. He had not com-
plained; he had not been conscious of anything to
complain about. They were strangers whom he
could not possibly know as intimates in Jamaica.
But now, at the beginning of the return journey, he
was vaguely disquieted as to how Amy would take
the situation, for he had already perceived that she
was greatly ambitious and had let fall more than
one hint as to the life she hoped to lead in Jamaica.
This, he knew, was partly his own fault. He
had boasted much; the reality was now to be
learnt. It would begin to make itself apparent on
the ship. If he counted, socially, for little, it fol-
lowed that his wife also would, and while she could
expect nothing different in a great city, it might be
otherwise in the tiny world of a steamer. He was
He need not have worried. Amy was undeni-
ably beautiful, of definite, forceful character, of as-
piring, pushful disposition, and the ship's officers
were keenly appreciative of her looks and vivacity.
And there were other men on board.
She did not suffer from an hour's sea sickness.
While Christopher thought it wise to remain within
the seclusion of his cabin for a couple of days, Amy
ranged the promenade deck, was conspicuously visi-
ble in the dining saloon, the lounge and the smoking
room; the day after the vessel left Avonmouth
she had become established as a prime favourite,
even with some of the women. Of course, a few of
the men kept their admiration severely to them-
selves or expressed it to her only in furtive glances.
Their wives would not have approved of anything
like friendship between their husbands and Mrs.
Christopher Brown. These wives were determined
to be merely civil to this Mrs. Brown, whom they
described among themselves as being "rather com-
monish"; but not for a moment to allow her to
imagine that she was or could ever be of their circle.
But Amy was one of those who never care very
much about women unless they are definitely friend-
ly. Women she generally classified as "hens." she
herself being a bird of paradise. She was well con-
tent if the men liked and admired her, and made a
great deal of her. And on this ship they did. But
she knew that women counted in society and was
resolved not unnecessarily to make enemies of these.
Therefore, when Christopher appeared on the
promenade deck before lunch on the third day out
he found his wife enjoying herself immensely, and
he himself tolerated because of his relationship to
her. He was glad now that Swiffles would be fol-
lowing in another boat; the presence of Swiffles
here would have been something of a social disaster.
Even his own presence was not an unqualified suc-
cess. He knew that; but he adored Amy and was
quite satisfied to play third fiddle in the orchestra
that surrounded her. He saw her on friendly terms
with some girls whom he had seen in Kingston but
had never spoken to before. His heart swelled with
pride. At one bound, as it were, he seemed to have
acquired the social position which he had hinted at
in London as his, but to which he had never dared
hitherto to aspire even in thought.
He suspected that many of the folk on the ship
were talking about him and his wife. Once or twice
he noticed a significant pause in a conversation
when he unexpectedly appeared from round a corner
and came upon two or three persons engaged in a

little confabulation. He wondered what they were
They were saying a lot.
"She is strikingly beautiful," said the captain
one day to Mrs. Tonycroft, who was a very import-
ant person indeed in Jamaica: Amy had just passed
with two young fellows at her heels.
"Pfff," commented Mrs. Tohycroft; "she's good-
looking enough, no doubt, though her type is a very
common one; but she seems to care more to have
other men about her than one would expect from
a girl but recently married."
As the good Lord had not in His wisdom seen
fit to endow Mrs. Tonycroft with anything but ugli-
ness, her father having supplied a fortune to com-
pensate for the neglect of Providence, it was per-
haps natural that she should view Amy's appearance
through severely tinted spectacles. Her husband, on
the other hand, said nothing. He would have loved
to spend a hour or so each day in Amy's society;
but he valued his life. Not his physical life, but that
domestic peace and quietness which is almost as
valuable. His wife permitted him to murmur a
good-morning when Amy came by, though even that
she did not wholly approve. But this was a ship.
When they reached land they could relapse into that
utter negation of social intercourse with persons

"not of our set" which is recognized as necessary if
contemporary civilisation is to endure.
Its natural that a girl should like admir.- ,A
tion," replied the captain good-naturedly; "there's
no harm in that. But I wonder what she's going
to do when she gets to Kingston. The chap %%ho
has married her is only a clerk in some shop Iur
store or something of the sort. What friends is sihe
going to have? Not the kind she is making now."
"He is a coloured young man, isn't he?" a kjd
Mrs. Tonycroft, who knew far better than the cap-
tain that Christopher was.
"Yes, he has a touch of colour in him."
'Exa'-tly. And he goes to England with 'is
mind made up to marry an English girl. Did y-.ii
ever hear of such a folly?"
"Perhaps she married him," suggested the ;tap
tain. "I have known such things happen."
Mr. Tonycroft thought that he too had known
such things to happen, and he bitterly regretted that
in one particular case he had allowed it to happen.
Better, he reflected, comparative poverty with a
pretty face than wealth, slavery and the companion-
ship of a female dragon. He thought in a kindly
spirit of Crippen, was actually sympathetic t'rwarrls
men charged with wife-murder. He believed he un-
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tied to a woman like his wife to comprehend it. But
even while thinking all this he managed to look as
though he were in absolute agreement with his
spouse. Experience had taught him the wisdom of
S this. And many years of wedded misery-nut openly
complained of-had broken his spirit.
[I shouldn't doubt it," said Mrs. Tonycroft. an.
swering the captain, and not caring if by this agree-
ment she was contradicting herself. "There is
a type of woman in England who should never he
permitted to enter the tropics. There ought to be a
law to prevent them from landing."
"W'hy, my dear?" timidly questioned her hu..-
band. but managing to voice his question in such a
way as to suggest that be already agreed with her
and would support blindly any law she might
"Why? Can you ask why, Nicholas? Is not the
reason apparent?"
"Of course it is," murmured Mr. Tonycroft. jnd
subsided. He would not ask any further question
S that day.
"Exactly," continued Mrs. Tonycroft. "Such
women lower the prestige of the English in the
colonies. They are not accustomed to dignity, they
have no deportment, they frequent all sorts of
places and mix with all kinds of people, and we s;uf-
fer for it. It ought to be prevented."
Mrs. Tonycroft herself was not an English-
woman, but a colonial of the third or fourth genert-
lion. But this long descent from an immigrant mas
ter carpenter-now evolved in legend into a master
architect-gave her. she felt. aristocratic status
She was. as it were. a noblewoman, one of whose
duties it was to keep in the colonies the flae of
England proudly flying, though it showed no sign
of doing anything else without her assistance.
She disapproved of Amy marrying Christopher
Brown. but even mure of Amy comtiing to Jamaica.
with all her beauty. vivacity and radiance, to Inw.r
the prestige of a few devoted souls who were en.
deavouring to keep the Empire from falling asunder
The captain, a genial man of the world. uindersto od
what was in her mind. but discreetly said nothing.
Yet ie too. and others, were intrigued nbout this
narriagc, and though they might forget all about it
three months hence, it gave them a sort of thrill
just now. Every little thine ir.unts on a ahip. GC;.
sip is quietly rife. jealousy flrlirishe., in the boro.
dom that afflicts one on a length voyage ci nl1os
one can drink heavily, flirt cnntinuously, or devrrte
oneself shamelessly to bridget it is a relief ti he
able to -peculate upon the character )f other people.
their sPeret vices, and the future of their lives

And here, seen as it were in the full unrelieved glai'e
of comparison, it was obvious to all that Christopher
Brown and his wife were totally opposite and con-
tradictory persons. Dark and fair, passive and act-
ive, plain and beautiful. Colonial and English;
strangers still to one another; the one attractive,
the other negligible: the one well-gowned-for Amy
bad taste and had bought some nice-looking clothes
before leaving England-and the other looking
cheap even in his dinner jacket: it seemed that there
was nothing in common between them. The cap-
tain summed up the matter in a talk one night with
his thief engineer. "He loves her," he said. "he
adores the very ground she walks upon. She just
doesn't care for him. Anybordy can see that. A
queer match."
But Christopher had no complaints, was still
proud of Amy's success. On her part she felt that
she would not mind if this glorious voyage lasted a
month instead of but a couple of weeks.


aT was a new world and a new life fir Amy. That
was borne in upon her from the very moment
the ship passed historic Port Royal and entered ithe
h:trb.ur of Kingston. On three -ides. north. ast
and west. towered mountains that 'himmni-red grev
green and blue in the morning light, a background
for the city which. at a distance, looked white andi
flat behind a long irregular waterfront. white
house--, it seemed. among a mass and inultitnde of
The sea was a sparkling sweep of deep blue
afterr and the sky wa, azure and gold. The heat
of the day had not yet begun to manifest iitelf in
all its vtig..ur, .et even now there wa- a foretaste
of it. and later it would .mite all and 'uinlr. like
a flaming sword For it was summer, and for Irus'
hours the sun would reign overhead like a tiery
monarch undisputedr in his supremacy Every men.
ment n.w it was rising hiliher. ':ind the +comparative
cool, of the dawn was rapidly wearing away.
But Amy had already experienced. for some
days. the heat of the tropic-, thiiiith tempered Iy'
thie breezes of the sea. It was ,nt the atmosphere'
that claimed her attention at this niime!t. not er'-n
the prhspe't of the itown which mn.li ni entlIv rl'
more distinct a- the ve.isel appria.ahed it. Iut Ihe
attitude of some of the passenger; who had been
-t- cordial on the viyaee. The-e had grol, n a tri.le
Constrained. and she was swift to notice that They
v.tre mnl.tly the married people -if what -Inh had
estimated to be a good cla-c o:f Jamaicn -rtciety

There was. of course, a still higher set. but nclt
the members of this she had never been friendly.
A'I hope you will come to see us;?" she had said
that morning to oni e c.cuple, and the lady had
a n-wered:
"We'll try to; but. you see. we live rather far
fo'lll where you say vyou are going to live. and we
so .-eldoni gr anywhere."
This lady's residence was not a mile frc'ni the
house to which Christopher was taking his wife:
but she wished to cnnvey. as politely as possible.
that social interclturse between her family and the
Christopher Browns eased sharply at the pier
,ahicb they were now approaching.
"I trust we shall see something if otne another
in Kingston. Mrs. Tionycrt ft." Amy had al-o daied
to suggest: fr.r she possessed great courage and w.is
determined to scale her way. if possible. up. the
higher cliffs of the island's social life.
"We are not likely tio. Mrs. Brown." Mrs Tony
cinft had acidly replied. "My husband and I ire
very busy people and we final all our time taken up
hli our various duties."
Afterwards Mrs. Tonycroft had expressed ler
horror and surprise that "the Brown woman' should
have ventured -t hipe tior any further acquaintan'e-
ship between them. Mrs. Tonycrrift regarded this a0s
a kind of sacrilege. "Besides." she added tr. the
lady tu whom she mentioned the circumstance. the
yiing woman actually did not seem to know thit
she should not invite the gentlefolk of the island
to goi ti, ee her. but -houlld wait to see if these
would call on her. as of couri'e they wUin't Buit
v hat coulii .\o expect? Hiow cluldi she pc-ssibly
know an thing?"
There were a few persons whom Amyn did l-it
invite: these were s,. clearly nrit in any circle north
thinking f that to have included them in hers
iiuld. she perceived. ha\e done her no good whnt-
-ter. Two, tir three unmarried men who, knew every
bhdv\ on tih- ship did. however, accept her invite.
tions with alacrit ,: they would call within that ver'.
week. rlie. assured her. With her quirk brain ,lie
under-ti..d very well how the situation was -hip.
ing itself "They iln't think I ani pood eniu hli
fir then ti know.'" she thought. "and tiley !'elrt-f e
tr. kin 'w Christcipher."
lie indeed. she had nitiiced. had iaplarently
dwindled in spiritual and -orial stature- within a
few iicle-- ',f KinestIon. Se me part iof the swangg.r
had i ,one out itf his walk. anil his voite had becr.inm
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And now, already it seemed, their acceptance
of her was ending. She was slipping into the posi-
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So it was with no feeling of contentment that
she gazed upon the deepening green of the water-
front as they neared the low-lying city with its
splendid panoramic background of mountains; nor
did the far-famed glamour of the tropics appeal to
her as she looked down upon the long wooden pier
thronged with a larger number of sable faces than
her imagination had led her to believe could possib-
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carriers were clad in dirty ragged garments, because
of the nature of their work, and spoke and shout-
ed in tones which seemed to her to be those of a
savage people, she heard and viewed them with
something like dismay. Their black faces, gleam-
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ed at their work below, the grim silence of a few
black uniformed men whom she saw standing on
the pier, the sparseness of white men, the long
cutting knives or machetes in the hands of some of
the workers: all this combined to give her the im-
pression that she had arrived at a place where
most of the people were dangerous, unfriendly, while
a tiny minority, represented by some of those she had
met upon the ship, lived in cold aloofness from the
rest and established a social exclusiveness as chill-
ing as the faces and voices of the mob below were
One of the ship's officers joined her as she stood
looking disconsolately on the scene set out beneath
her eyes.
"Feeling strange?" he asked kindly.
"Feeling frightened. These, these-"
"Oh, nothing to fear from the people here," he
laughed. "They are thinking of their business, not
of you."
"They are not dangerous?"
"You will laugh at anyone who asks you such
a question a few months hence. Don't worry. You'll
get used to everything, and probably like it."
They docked, and men from the pier swarmed
up upon the deck and'word was passed along that
the passengers were disembarking. She went down
the gangway, preceded by Christopher; she was
confused by the noise, irritated by the heat, which
was many times more perceptible in the wharf than
it had been on the vessel, and conscious of a feel-
ing of intense loneliness, as though she were utterly
by herself in a country of wild people with wild
manners and customs, a foreigner in the midst of
potentially perilous surroundings. How at that mo-
ment she longed to be back in her familiar environ-
ment of London! How could she be happy among
such folk and with a man whom she had never pre-
tended to herself that she loved? She really knew
no one here, not even her husband; then she re-
membered Swiffles and thought with relief that in
a fortnight's time he too would be in Jamaica and
would form a link with her own home and her past.
He at least would be a friend; she had known him
long, and he was a good fellow. He would be dis-
appointed in Jamaica, too, no doubt, but that would
only serve to bring the two of them more closely to-
gether. He wasn't much of a companion, it was

true, but here at least he would be a sort of re-
fuge, a source of comfort to one who, like himself,
was a stranger in a very strange land.
What was this wild-looking black man saying
to her? His words, which she had not quite caught,
sounded in her ears like a threat and his gestures
were startling.
The man was a giant of his species, jacketless,
sweating, and he was addressing her in a loud im-
perative tone. Christopher had gone elsewhere, to
see after their luggage, he had said. The other pas-
sengers were too busy with their own affairs to take
any notice of her.
She stared her questioner in the face: if she
was a little dismayed she did not show it. Amy, at
heart, was a brave woman.
"What is it?" she demanded with a touch of
imperiousness, and strained her ears for the re-
She caught it distinctly.
"Ah'm asking de mistress what is her name so
as I can collect her luggage for her. Ah'm one o'
de porters employ by de company. De mistress can
leave everything to me."
So that was what it was! Perhaps the fellow
was a thief; he certainly did not look like a respoua-
sible employee of any company. But he was being
neither rude nor threatening; on the contrary, he
was now smiling cheerfully, radiating a kind of re-
spectful friendliness. But she did not know exact-
ly what to tell him: collecting the baggage was her
husband's job. Happily, at this moment, Christo-
pher appeared again upon the scene, and spying the
giant, who was repeating his words, gave him the
name and the number of pieces of luggage belong-
ing to them. "Now see that you make no mistake
and be quick about it," he ordered peremptorily,
and the man answered: "Leave it all to me, boss."
And then Amy saw Christopher in the capacity of
one giving orders and evidently in no fear of being
massacred for his insolence. She felt relieved.
Another diversion took place.
"Welcome home, Christopher!" cried a voice
with a noticeable blend of friendliness and con-
descension, and Mr. Christopher Brown turned to
face the outstretched hand of Mr. Solomon Joseph.
Yes; it was that great man himself who had come
down to greet his chief assistant and his bride, and
Mr. Joseph was fully cognisant of the honour he
was bestowing upon Christopher. Truth to tell, this
had been suggested by old Mrs. Solomon Joseph, and
that redoubtable lady was herself on the spot, puff-
ing indignantly at the heat, but beaming with gen-
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iine goodwill upon the couple who, by this act of
grace on the part of herself and her son, were be-
ing formally taken under their wing and highly
"How kind of you to come and meet us, Mr.
Joseph!" exclaimed Christopher, flushing with pleas-
ure, "and you too, Mrs. Joseph. I never expected
Mr. Joseph's face registered his thought that of
course Christopher could not possibly have expected
such a signal act of condescension: that would have
been unheard-of presumption. But as the per-
formance of miracles is usually pleasing to the
miracle-worker, Mr. Joseph was glad that he had so
completely flabbergasted Christopher by disturb-
ing the social order of the universe and unexpectedly
appearing like a god to meet his employee.
"This is my wife," said Chri'tophei. and both
son and mother now looked Amy full in the face
and saw-
A beautiful young woman, who, in spite of all
the discomforts of an early landing and the bewild-
erments of her immediate experience, still managed
to look radiant, glorious, the admiration of men and
the envy of many of her sex. Mr. Solomon Joseph
gasped. He had not imagined anything like this.
Mrs. Joseph met the impact of Amy's appear-
ance much more calmly; yet she too was astonish-
ed and surprised. What a beauty had plain, undis-
tinguished Christopher married! How had it been
done? Why, why, this would make him a man
of mark among persons of his own social standing,
and among those of a higher standing also. She
knew her own son. He had come down to the pier
resolved to be kindly condescending to Christopher's
English wife. But now his manner swiftly changed
to an attitude of admiration and respect. He had,
perhaps unconsciously, already elevated Christopher
into the position of a friend. And he would not be
singular. For Christopher's wife looked not only
beautiful but stylish.
The deflation from which Christopher had been
suffering during the last few hours now definitely
ceased. A counter-process of inflation began to su-
pervene. As a rule a man's boss represents to him
a high, almost the highest, pinnacle of social im-
portance and success; to be noticed by him means a
great deal, especially as such notice is not lavishly
accorded. Christopher really thought that Mr. Solo-
mon Joseph represented greatness and wealth, and
outstanding ability, though he was well aware that
some of those he had travelled with back to Ja-
maica, and who were even now busy looking after
their things on the pier, would only know Mr.
Joseph in the way of business if they knew him at
all. But they were of another world, and we are
mainly interested in our own world; hence Chris,
who had been feeling dejected and apprehensive
ever since Kingston had come into view, now pluck-
ed up courage, and turned to issue a haughty order
to a porter in the vicinity. Loudly did he command
the man to go and look for his baggage, but as the
man well knew that some other servitor had al-
ready been entrusted with that task, he merely gaz-
ed at Christopher with profound unconcern and re-

marked to a brother employee, with no reference
to anyone in particular, that some people really
seemed to get drunk very early in the morning. Such
an observation, being apparently general and not
particular, could not be resented as personal and
impertinent, so Christopher took no notice of it.
And Amy, of course, understood nothing whatever
of what had passed.
"Can I help you in any way, Mrs. Brown?" soli-
citously enquired Mr. Solomon Joseph: "Chris, the
baggage being looked after?"
"Yes, Mr. Joseph; but these fellows are slow.
Sorry to keep you in the wharf ."
"Don't mention it. I tell you what you do.
Hire a taxi to bring up your things behind us, and
I will drive you home."
Were the stars still in their spheres? Was the
earth solid beneath their feet? Was it, could it be
possible that the great Solomon Joseph himself
would take them to their residence, in the face of
all the world, with the eyes of all the people look-
ing on? Amy, Christopher saw, did not realise what
a revolution was now taking place in nature, but
he comprehended it perfectly. How pleased with
his buying must Mr. Joseph be indeed! But Chris
was not a fool. He knew that Mr. Joseph was also
struck by the appearance of his wife, who now was
comporting herself like a great lady. It was she
who accepted the Solomon Joseph offer. And then
Mr. Joseph left his mother with her and hurried off
with Christopher to pass their belongings througli
the Customs.
This effected, they were free to leave the wharf.
Mr. Joseph owned a very nice and commodious car;
he placed the two ladies and Christopher on the
back seat, hoisted himself beside his chauffeur, and
gave the order for a general advance. They emerged
from the drab surroundings of a West Indian dock
into a sunny asphalted street and soon were driv-
ing upwards between buildings two storeys high,
painted white, yellow, pink and other colours, but
chiefly yellowish white, with plate-glass windows in
the lower part of their facades, in which a variety
of goods were displayed. They drove through a
park which flamed with the hues of tropical flowers
and was shaded here and there by huge tropical
trees; they saw large tramcars moving up and down
with harsh, grating noise, automobiles bearing men
and women to their several offices; they drove by
yards in which stood low wooden tenements sur-
rounded by unpainted, broken-down fences of board;
they swept past a great green open space, quite
obviously a race-course; they turned west and then
north again, and again west; and Amy found her-
self looking at bungalows, nearly all of them fresh-
ly painted, all standing in their own grounds, with
tennis lawns in front of some, with flower gardens,
with a peaceful air of contentment brooding over
them all. And everything was lit up by a golden
sun and canopied by a sky of brilliant blue fleck-
ed by soft white clouds that drifted slowly and im-
perceptibly changed their shape.
Amy's spirits, which had been rising since
Christopher's chief had met them, now underwent
a further change in altitude. Here indeed was a
neighbourhood where one might live quite happily;
it was better than she had ventured to expect. To
her, city born and bred, to whom the ownership of
the smallest country or suburban house had never

appeared a possibility, had never been thought of,
a couple of months ago, a bungalow like one of these
seemed likely to be a most delightful place of abode.
And Christopher had told her, quite truthfully, that
under his father's will he owned one ofthese
places; it had been built by his father shortly before
that older man's death and had been left to the son.
There was a sister; she was waiting to receive them
now. But she, though she lived with Chris, had two
houses of her own: the old man had invested all
his savings in three houses, two of which had been
willed to the girl. Chris's bungalow was the largest,
and it was well maintained. Amy saw this as the
car turned into the gate, and a smile of satisfaction
spread over her face.
Standing on the wide verandah was a girl who,
beyond question, was Christopher's sister. There
was a marked resemblance between the two, though
the girl was much fairer than Chris, with finer fea-
tures. Behind her Amy observed two servants,
black, both wearing caps; and though Christopher
had told her that he kept two servants-he had said
nothing about the caps, which was his sister's in-
novation-the actual sight of these domestics had
a greater effect upon Amy than anything she had
been told about them. What she had been told in-
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taken and carried away; but she, who had never
had a servant all her life, was too delighted with
these visible signs of dignity and comparative
affluence to care much at the moment whether they
should show any slight disregard of the sixth Com-
mandment, or even be occasionally cheeky, as she
had heard on the ship that Jamaica servants often
were. Cheek from a servant meant that you had a
servant who could be cheeky, which was infinitely
better than having no servant at all. Amy had
never heard of Emerson's doctrine of Compensation.
But she would readily have agreed that there were
many compensations for a menial's pertness.
The girls came out to help Mr. Joseph's chauf-
feur and the taximan with the luggage; Mr. Joseph,
bent upon distinguishing himself before the bright
eyes of this radiant lady from London, insisted
upon paying the taximan. Then Amy was timidly
but sincerely welcomed by Christopher's sister,
known generally as Elsie, and was taken inside
the house. Mrs. Joseph, being a woman of sense,
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senting. He bade the young couple goodbye, ex-
pressed the hope that Mrs. Brown would like Ja-
maica, promised to call early, and then drove away
with the air and feeling of a man who had accom-
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As for Amy, she looked round the bedroom into
which she was taken, and which had been tastefully
arranged by Elsie, looked at the flowers set out in
the- vases, looked at the servants as they busied
themselves in placing here and there the valises
and other receptacles she had brought, prior to tak-
ing Christopher's things into his own room. She was
mistress of all this, and her word (she knew) was
law with her husband. So he hadn't been deceiving
her, after all. For the moment she forgot the chilli-
ness of some of the passengers earlier that morn-
ing. As for her fear at the dock, that she had come
to a land of dangerous savages, that had already
vanished forever.
SWIFFLES had arrived on a Wednesday, the day
when the shops or stores in Kingston closed a
couple of hours earlier than usual. He had been
met by Christopher, taken to the ]ndginels which the
latter had engaged for him, and then shown some-
thing of the sights of the town. The next morning
he met Mr. Solomon Joseph who looked him over,
decided That he was not much to look at, but con-
cluded that Christopher, who had done so well as
a buyer, had probably done as well as he could as
selector of an English Director of Tailoring. by
which title it had been decided that Swiffles should
be known.
"Like your department?" enquired Mr. Jo'eph,
gazing with pride at the small room on the second
storey of his building that he had had fixed up as
a tailor's shop. This opened into a still smaller
compartment in which customers would be measur-
ed and would try on their suits. There was a desk
in the larger compartment for Swiffles; it stood
upon a sort of platform, and the man sitting behind
it could assume a magisterial air if so inclined. In-
cidentally, this arrangement enabled him to com-
mand an excellent view of whatever his assistants
or subordinates might be doing.
"It is foine, Mr. Joseph, sir," said Swiffles, "but
rather 'ot."
"It is hot," admitted Mr. Joseph; "but you will
get used to that. In the cooler months of the year
ir will be cooler: you would hardly believe that,
would you?"
Swiffles replied that he fuund no difficulty in
believing that it would be cooler in the cooler
months; he suggested that that might be expected.
Mr. Joseph laughed. "What I meant," he ex-
plained, "was that you would hardly believe that in
a tropical country like this we do have some part
of the year cool. But you will find out for yourself.
Well, what sort of voyage did you have?"
"Very good, sir; but I was seasick all the time,
and a little lonely. But the bedroom steward was
notice and friendly and we got on very well,"
"Some excellent fellows among those bedroom
stewards," admitted Mr. Joseph. "I am glad you
made friends with them. And how do you like our
cit ?"

'Very notice, thank you kindly, sir; nearly every-
body is black, but very polite."
"Nearly everybody is not black, Swiffles," Ulr.
Joseph assured him; "there are aa lot of people who
are not black, as you will find out. And take a tip
from me in the way of business. Don't talk about
people's colour here: they won't like it. And don't
make any difference in attending to a man whether
he is black or brown or white: his money is the
same, you know."
"That's right, sir."
"And how did you sleep last night? Your lodg-
ings comfortable?"
"Quite." answered Swiffles, who knew that fault-
finding is a serious defect in an employee. Still, a
certain recent experience forced him to add: "ex-
cept that I was bitten by a kind of a small dragon.
That won't be dangerous?" he enquired anxiously.
"Small dragon?" repeated Mr. Joseph, puzzled.
"I never heard of any dragons in Jamaica: the)
don't exist anywhere."
"I think Swiffles meau mosquitoes, Mr. Joseph,"
laughed Christopher. "It can be nothing else."
"Oh, mosquitoes! Well. I suppose they can be as
bad as any dragon. But you can use a net, you
know, or get a flit spray, or a little citronella oil.
Dragons! Ha-ha-ha! But let us get to business,
"On Monday you will have halt a dozen tailors
here under you, Swiffles, and on Saturday we will
put a big advertisement in the morning paper say-
ing that You Have Arrived. Here, read this."
Mr. Joseph drew from out one of his pockets an
advertisement he had drawn up himself and in the
composition of which he had taken pride. It an-
nounced to the general public that, anxious to do
something more for the public, out of a genuine
zeal for their welfare, the progressive firm of Solo-
mon Joseph had imported, at great expense, one oi
the best known sartorial experts from the West End
of London to be the firm's Director of Tailoring in
the future. For some time, the statement continued,
Solomon Joseph had desired to add a tailoring de-
partment to its many activities, but it had refrain-
ed from so doing until it could secure just the right
and proper person as Director. It therefore had
ransacked Bond Street and Saville Row, being de-
termined to abandon its idea of making the most
fashionable suits in Jamaica, at the cheapest pos-
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Tailoring one of London's leading cutters and au-
thorities; at last, however, it had hit upon the very
man for the position, and now it could confidently
invite the male public of Jamaica to come and be
arrayed by Solomon Joseph.
And so on and so forth. It was quite an ex-
tensive announcement. Mr. Joseph believed that It
pays to advertise. Besides, no one in Jamaica had
yet thought of making such a move as he had
"I hope we shall soon have to extend this de-
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himself and his wonderful career in London, to his
own considerable surprise. "You had better come
in to-morrow morning to make yourself familiar
with things, and you can interview the men who are
going to work under you from next week. See that
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I can tell you. And give me results, Swiffles, give
me results. All I ask is results."
"I'll do me best, Mr. Joseph, sir."
"And a little better, me boy: I am sure of that.
I can see by the cut of your jib that you are used
to getting there and delivering the goods."
Secretly, Mr. Joseph saw nothing of the sort;
but he hoped much, and he knew that a little flat-
tery sometimes accomplished wonders. Swiffles
looked delicate; he prayed that the young fellow
would not die on his hands before at least he had
worked enough to justify the expenditure of pas-
sage money on him; after that, then the Lord's
will be done. Christopher understood something of
the thoughts that were passing through his employ-
er's mind, and spoke a word of reassurance.
"Swiffles will deliver the goods, Mr. Joseph,
never fear. I can pledge my word to that."
"Capital," said Mr. Joseph, who had in the last
few weeks come to believe far more in Christopher
than he had ever done before. "And now I will just
show this young man the other parts of the store,
and leave him to go about and see things for him-
Swiffles had already met his old friend Amy.
Christopher had taken him up to the house an hour
after he had been installed in the lodgings that had
been engaged for him. Swiffles had hoped that he
would be able, while still a stranger at least, to
lodge with Amy and Christopher; such an arrange-
ment, he had thought, might suit them well, since
it would mean something in their way in the form
of rent, and as they had, according to what Christo-
pher had told him in London, plenty of room in the
house. The truth is, Christopher had actually hint-
ed to him of some such arrangement, and had spoken
of it recently to Amy. But this was a week after
Amy's installation as mistress of Tulip Lodge--
where a tulip had never been seen-and even in
that short space of time Amy's views as to the de-
sirability of the close proximity of Swiffles had un-
dergone considerable modification. Gussie would not
fit in, she had concluded.
Yet she greeted Gussie with much warmth of
welcome and insisted that he should dine with them
that night. Although he had left London only two
weeks after her, she plied him with questions about
that now far-away city, about the people there that
both of them knew; about Helen and her sister; her

own father and mother; but all that Swiffles could
tell her about her father was that that stern and
uncompromising gentleman, on meeting Swiffles in
his little flat the afternoon he had gone to bid Mrs.
Hepburn goodbye, had suggested that Swiffles might
get to hell out of there-though the one daughter
who might have had to be protected from demoralid-
ing young men was already married and thousands
of miles away.
"Just like paps," said Amy with a shrug. "Well,
Gus, I'm glad you saw mums and that she was well,
and I hope you will like this place.
"How do you like it, Amy?"
"Pretty well. But I don't know much about it
yet. Chris is taking me about, and I am very com-
It was at dinner that night that she noticed
especially the growing awe and wonder in Gussie's
eyes. She gave him a good meal, and one of her
maids, attired in appropriate apron and cap, waited
at table and addressed her perpetually as "missis."
She sat at her place, not jumping up to help as
she would have done at home, while her servant
handed dishes to Gussie and respectfully spoke to
him as "sir." Gus gazed at Christopher as one might
at a man who had not told him the half of what
might have been told. Gus said to himself that
Amy had developed into a lady, and imperceptibly
began to adopt towards her a deferential attitude.
That night, when he was leaving, Amy said to
him: "We must see one another sometimes, Gus."
*Christopher repeated that vague invitation. But
Augustus interpreted it as bidding him drop in when-
ever he liked; hence, the following Sunday, he call-
ed after dinner, and did not notice that there was
some constraint in Amy's greeting.
He had not been five minutes in the house be-
fore one of the young men whom Amy had met on
board ship came in. To this young man he was
introduced, and the stranger, Henry Hallibut by
name, smiled genially, but immediately thereafter
took no further notice of Mr. Swiffles. Even to
Christopher Mr. Hallibut's attitude was faintly
though not purposely patronising. And Christopher
did not resent this, for he had never expected to
have the honour of being host to a man in the so-
cial position of Henry Hallibut.
The newcomer was quite obviously a gentleman
and a man of means, with a cultivated accent and
easy manner. He was a tall fellow, not particular-
ly handsome, but healthy-looking and athletic. Amy
flushed with pleasure when she saw him. Then
looked shame-faced as she introduced him to

The conversation that ensued was chiefly be-
tween Amy and Mr. Hallibut; but half an hour after-
wards a car drove into Tulip Lodge, and from it
descended Mr. Solomon Joseph and his mother.
These had been to see the Christopher Browns be.
fore; but to-night Mr. Joseph had mentioned to his
mother that he was going to call round at the
Browns, and Mrs. Joseph had insisted that she would
like to accompany her son on that visit. Mrs.
Joseph had noticed that her son was taking a great
deal too much interest in the young Mrs. Christopher
Brown, and she was by no means sure that that
was the best thing for him and for the Browns.
Therefore she felt that her presence might be help-
ful. A mother's eyes could see much where a local
employee and his beautiful English wife were con-
Mr. Solomon Joseph was delighted to meet a
personage like Mr. Hallibut; usually he could meet
such members of the higher classes only as patrons
of his business. But he gazed with ill-concealed
surprise at Mr. Swiffles. It did not correspond with
his dignity that be should greet Swiffles on terms
of social equality; that might do an infinitude of
harm all round. His mother did not mind; but, of
course, she was on the retired list, so to speak. On
the whole there was considerable embarrassment in
Christopher's sitting-room. Only one man did not feel
it. Henry Hallibut was accustomed to finding him-
self in all sorts of surroundings, and as he was there
to see the lovely and dashing Mrs. Brown, the others
simply did not count.
Unfortunately, Swiffles experienced a desire to
ingratiate himself with everyone. This was due to
temperamental inclination in the first place, but a
strong whisky-and-soda imbibed half an hour be-
fore must be regarded as responsible for the release
of the inhibition which unaccustomed environment
and an inferiority complex usually imposed upon
It was during one of those unhappy pauses which
occur in forced, conversations that Swiffles, anxious
to do something to prove himself of value to the
community, and to Mr. Joseph particularly, turned
and remarked to Mr. Hallibut:
"Oi hope to see you at our establishment some-
time, sir. I am the new tail-"
"Did you play polo yesterday, Mr. Hallibut?" in-
terrupted Amy in a loud voice, springing to the
rescue and thus preventing Augustus from surren-
dering the citadel of social amenities by unblushing-
ly proclaiming himself a tailor.
"Yes," replied Hallibut, "and a jolly good game
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"I was just about to invite Mrs. Brown my-
self," said Mr. Solomon Joseph, who had never wit-
nessed polo in his life. "If you have to play, she
would be left alone in the car, and that might not
be pleasant for her."
Christopher thought it a trifle strange that
neither gentleman had included him in this invita-
tion; Mrs. Joseph noticed it also.
"I could go with Mrs. Brown," she said, think-
ing to save the situation.
Her offer did not seem to meet with approval.
Mr. Hallibut said nothing. Mr. Joseph seemed as
though about to make some remark, but refrained.
It was Swiffles who said:
"Oi have never seen polo; it is done on a horse
isn't it? Oi'd like to see it."
"You won't have time, I am afraid," observed
Mr. Joseph drily.
"That's so, sir," readily agreed Augustus. "Oi'll
have me work cut out at the shop. You know, Mr.
Hallibut, Oi've come out 'ere as the-"
"Polo in Jamaica must be very nice," cried
Amy; "some day; when I am quite settled down, I
must ask one of you gentlemen to take me. I en-


joyed it when I was in London. Have you good
ponies in Jamaika, Mr. Hallibut?"
Amy had been once and once only to see a polo
match at home; but that experience had given her
a foundation upon which she could build a conver-
sation on the sport. Her main effort just now was
to head off Swiffles from embarking upon a descrip-
tion of the duties that awaited him in his new coun-
try. He had been warned in London not to dwell
upon tailoring during conversation in Jamaica, but
some strange and secret impulse seemed to be urg-
ing him to do so, Evidently he was unable to keep
away from the topic. This was awful. Even Mr.
Joseph did not seem to like it, Amy thought.
She was right about Mr. Joseph's feeling. That
gentleman objected strongly to be sitting then, on
terms approaching equality, however temporary,
with his tailor, who would insist upon mentioning
his calling. Discipline might be endangered by
this; and even were it not, it would never do for
Christopher's wife to imagine that he usually met
his employees on a footing of equality. He wanted
her to understand that he was paying her a special
compliment by visiting her house; and yet here
was this Swiffles determined to break into the con-
versation, to push himself forward, and to talk
about his wretched occupation when, according to
all the canons and conventions of right conduct,


"shop" should be studiously avoided. What would
a society man like Hallibut think of it all? It was
simply monstrous.
"Shall we say next Wednesday?" asked Halli-
but, addressing himself to Amy. "I could take you
then. That is, of course, if Mr. Brown does not mind,"
he added, turning to Christopher.
"Well, I don't mind," stammered Christopher,
"but if I could go too ."
"I should love to have you," exclaimed Halli-
but, with apparent heartiness but with lack of convic-
tion in his voice. "But I was thinking of asking
another lady, a cousin of mine, to accompany Mrs.
Brown, I have promised my cousin to take her to
polo, you see. Perhaps another time, Brown? What
do you say to that?"
"That will be excellent," agreed Christopher,
ei-retly proud that his wife should be seen in the
company of any female relative of a man like Henry
"Then my offer is not accepted?" said Mr.
Joseph, who was scandalised that Christopher bad
forgotten what was due in the way of precedence to
his chief.
"Oh, you can go to polo on Wednesday, Mr.
Joseph, surely," said Hallibut with smooth polite-
ness. "Mrs. Joseph would like to see the game, I
believe. I am sure she would enjoy it."
"Some day when it is a holiday Oi will go too,"
asserted Swiffles, whisky making him momentarily
"Decidedly," said Hallibut. "I am sure you
will appreciate it. You were saying, I think, that
at present your occupation makes a great demand
upon your time. You have only recently arrived,
have you not?"
"Mr. Swiffles," interposed Christopher impres-
si.ely.. dreading a prosaic reply from his friend, "is
our Director of Sartorial Art."
"Indeed! But what is that exactly, Brown?"
"He is the head of my department of English
tailoring," cut in Mr. Joseph, who felt that, if the
matter was to be discussed at all, it was just as
well it should be remembered that he was the boss
of both Brown and Swiffles and the originator of a
new tailoring idea in Jamaica.
"He is a Director of Tailoring," added Christo-
pher anxiously; "a professor, don't you know? He
will teach and guide and direct. It is a great posi-
tion," he concluded.
"Oh, quite," said Hallibut. "Quite."
"And if you should want a noice suit, Mr. Halli-
but-" Swiffles began, and Amy felt she could have
"I will certainly, in that case, give you a call,"
said Hallibut. "But at present I am fairly well
supplied. Got all I required in London, as you will
understand." He turned to Amy: "Shall I call for
you at about four o'clock on Wednesday?" he ask-
"Very well," she answered; and he rose to
He shook hands with them all. It was Swiffles
who said: "Glad to see you any time at the shop,
sir," and glanced at Mr. Joseph for approval. Sure-
ly, thought Swiffles, Mr. Joseph must notice that
he, Swiffles, was very much on the job and intent
upon giving results. But all his reward was a cold
glance from Solomon, and a bitter look from Amy.
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He felt, uncomfortably, that somehow his effort to
lend cheerfulness to the conversation and at the
same time to do a stroke of business for his firm
had not been the success he had hoped for. A queer
feeling of apprehension stole over him.
The atmosphere did not lighten after Hallibut's
departure. Amy was visibly annoyed; Christopher
was apprehensive; he perceived and feared his
wife's anger. Mr. Joseph was angry too: angry
with the ineptitudes and presence of Swiffles, angry
with the cool insolence with which, as it were, Mr.
Hallibut had appropriated Amy. Did they not all
understand that he was the high boss and that there
could be no one before him? He was outraged; but
he was clear-sighted enough to recognize that Chris-
topher was as much put into a secondary position
as he himself. That Chris should take second place
to, him in all matters social, even in Christopher's
own house, would have been right and proper,
especially as he had (he told himself) merely in-
tended to be kind and nice to the Browns. But that
this upstart of a society man should treat both
Amy's husband and Amy's husband's boss as of little
consideration, and that Amy herself should aid and
abet him-this was intolerable, Yet it had to be
tolerated. All that he could do was to rise with
dignity and make his exit.
He therefore rose with what he believed to be
an attitude of superlative dignity. But he only look-
ed pompous and ridiculous, and so the intended im-
pression failed.
Mrs. Joseph departed, very thoughtful, with her
son. Of the visitors, only Swiffles remained behind.
"Well, Gus, I suppose you are now very happy,"
snapped Amy, and Mr. Swiffles at once recognized the
Amy of the fiery temper he had known and dreaded
at home.
But he was not conscious of having done any-
thing wrong. Therefore he meekly replied: "Yes,
I am very happy."
"Happy at having made a fool of yourself and
a laughing-stock of me," cried Amy. "You are
very proud of that, aren't you?"
"Fool? Laughing-stock? But, Hamy-"
"I would much prefer if you called me Mrs.
Brown in the future, Mr. Swiffles!" snapped Amy,
her face reddening with passion. "You were warn-
ed by Christopher before you came out here not to
be dragging your miserable trade into everything
you said. Yet the first time you meet friends in
my drawing room, you try to sell them clothes made
by you. It's disgusting! What will a man like Mr.
Hallibut think of us after this? I doubt now if
he will bring his cousin to meet me next Wednes-
"But if he doesn't, Amy, you can't go to the
polo," Christopher pointed out.
"Oh, indeed? And why can't I? What is to
prevent me?"
"You would be alone with a strange gentleman."
"That's all damned old-fashioned nonsense. You
mean to tell me that you don't know better in Ja-
This was the first time Christopher had heard
Amy swear with such a fierce intonation. The ex-
perience, however, was not new to Augustus, who
cowered, and, metaphorically-speaking, took cover.
"I am not objecting," said Christopher sullen-
"It wouldn't matter if you did," she answered.
"And now I'll say good-night; I have a headache.
You two can sit up as late as you like, so long as you
don't disturb me."
She swept out of the room, and Swiffles rose
quietly to go. Christopher accompanied him to the
gate. "Don't mind Amy, old fellow," he said kind-

ly to Swiffles; "I guess she is not feeling very well."
"I know Hamy," Swiffles cautiously replied; "so
it's all rightt"
By which he meant that it was all wrong. He
did know Amy. He took her outburst, her demand
that he should in the future address her as Mrs.
Brown, as a kind of dismissal. He would not be
welcomed by her in this house any more. He had
blundered by his remarks. More-he saw it now
quite well-he offended by being a tailor, and that
was a mistake that could not be rectified. Amy had
always been an aspiring girl; from a child she had
been different from her companions. She had
achieved a much better education than they; spoke
with an infinitely better accent; cared only to mix,
whenever possible, with people of a better social class
than hers. And here, it seemed, she was likely to
fulfil her ambitions. The effect of the whisky had
worn off: it had been frightened out of Swiffles. He
saw everything in a terribly clear light. Amy had
done with him. He must take care that Mr. Joseph
should not be done with him also. He had burnt his
boats; he could not go back to England to die. Even
stinging dragons would be better than that, and
they at any rate could always be fought with a flit-
He returned to his lodgings that night a sad-
dened young man, and, as he had forgotten to pro-
vide himself with the necessary flit-spray, and had
not asked for a mosquito net, the little dragons,
three in number, immediately pounced upon him
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life is not always a very happy one.
Not that poor Swiffles needed any such convinc-
ing. He had come to such a conclusion long before.
Nor did he see now that it made much difference
whether one was called a tailor simply or, grandilo-
quently, a Director of Sartorial Art.


A MY was conscious that Mr. Joseph might feel
annoyed that he had, in a manner of speak-
ing, been shelved for Mr. Hallibut in the matter
of polo; and she could not forget that Mr. Joseph
was her husband's chief, the High Dispenser of Jobs
and Potential Increaser of Salaries. That was an
important consideration. She thought it well to
make her peace with Mr. Joseph. So, the follow-
ing day, she presented herself at the store, ostensi-
bly to make some slight purchase, really to have a
pleasant little interview with Mr. Solomon Joseph.
He saw her enter the establishment; and,
though by no means pleased with her, made an au-
tomatic movement in her direction. He was in the
habit of meeting as many of his customers as pos-
sible; he believed that his personality helped to
sell his goods, though there were some to declare
(spitefully) that the sight of the man was enough
to keep them out of the building. Automatically,
then, he moved up to Amy with, "What can we
do for you, this morning, Mrs. Brown?" and was
rewarded with a dazzling smile and an effusive
"I want hardly anything, Mr. Joseph; just a
few yards of ribbon; nothing that you need trouble
yourself about."
"No trouble at all, I assure you," replied Mr.
Joseph, at once mollified by the smile. "What colour
ribbon do you want? And width? Will you please
come this way? I have a special line here--'
He conducted her himself to the ribbon coun-
ter and ordered an elaborate display of ribbons. He
himself drew out some lengths of the shiny stuff
to hold them up to the light. Amy pretended to
be examining them, and while doing so remarked:
"You left rather early last night. I was so
sorry you and Mrs. Joseph ran away so quickly.
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-\\' had -ome other visits to make," declared
Mr Joseph mendaciously; "we have a very large
hirule I.lf friends. you see, and these complain that
v.e negle.t them. But I do my best."
*'Well. I hope you won't neglect us. It is very
kinn of you to pay us any attention at all."
**D,,n't mention it," beamed Solomon. "I am
eiy [ind ,fl ('hris, and you are a most charming
and attra'ti\e lady. I hope you will come to see
iih so n.'
"'Oh. thank you; of course we will. Yes; this
ril.bon v.ill do nicely. I should like four yards of
**Four yards. Jones," commanded Mr. Joseph;
-"and utl i.ur.-e Mrs. Brown gets it at cost. You
j.e thle v.ife jof one of my chief men, you know,
nili are entitled to a lower price than an outsider.
Rut %we will make it cost for you. Not a word,
Mrs Brown, not a word, only too delighted."
Amy felt sorry that she had not ordered some
,,rier thine- at the same time, since this was evi-
i-cl.ly bargain day for her; but she paid for the
fr ur ysardk of ribbon, and then walked towards the
(lior. acefrpanied by Mr. Joseph.
At the thr'-ehold they paused. Opposite, fac-
m11 tLhem impudlently, stood the rival establishment
f,:, Mr Egpene I-idore, and for the thousandth time
in ilik life Mr Joseph perceived that it was much
I:lrcaer than his own. That was a bitter pill to
:.-.all.,w. hut Slomon was compelled to take the
n'edi:in- daily. Amy, of course, knew all about
the ft-id betiuen the two establishments and their
Iprpi ietr~.r. and had heard Christopher more than
,,n(e denitin'c Mr. Isidore and all his works as
the mistake of an otherwise perfect Providence;
i.ut hitherto shi- had taken no interest in the war
hicT.een rite [irns. Now, however, casually glanc-
in- at the i..her place, she saw a tall, handsome
,. une man ,..nditct a lady out of the building and
ihn'dl Iu.r int. her car with a bow. He seemed no
i-.ldinary IFlrk. With a slightly awakened curios-
itv. hll- nrquired of Mr. Solomon Joseph: "Who is
h\'h. is rh.it?" echoed Mr. Joseph, "who is
that? Y.iu n.ibiht well ask, who is that, Mrs. Brown.
That i the biviest thief and robber in this town."
(h." r.ri il Amy interested, and guessing at
.nrce thai. -hl had at last seen in the flesh the far-
fanimed 1-idri-. "and what has he robbed, Mr.
.(=-pli ""
'"What has he robbed? What has he robbed?
w\y. hii ihi,,le life is one robbery; his existence
i a i'h,..ni-e That is Eugene Isidore, Mrs.

Brown, and your husband can tell you all about
From which Amy gathered that Mr. Joseph,
though full of hatred for Isidore, was not in a
position to be specific as regards the latter's thefts:
the man's existence seemed to Mr. Joseph a wrong,
but deeds liable to police attention could not be
definitely set forth. The distortion of Mr. Joseph's
face, however, indicated that he considered Mr.
Isidore as one who should be legally considered
outside the law. If he were, of course, he could
be killed out of hand, with impunity, by anyone,
and Amy guessed that Solomon might not be slow
to find some instrument-not himself-to undertake
the task of ridding the earth of so highly undesirable
an incumbent as Eugene Isidore.
She felt intrigued. The mere quarrel or fend
did not interest her; but Isidore, as she had seen
at a glance, was a handsome man. And his store
was ever i,) much bigger than Mr. Joseph's. There-
fore she read jealousy in all that gentleman's dia-
tribes against his competitor, and felt a longing
to find out something about Isidore's business-she
did not admit to herself that she was at all inter-
ested in Isidore himself. She bade Mr. Joseph a
sweet good-bye, walked slowly down the street,
crossed over to the other side, and walked slowly
up again. She glanced sharply at Mr. Joseph's
store: neither he nor anyone connected with it
was standing at the door. She entered quickly, for
the first time, the emporium of Mr. Eugene Isidore.
Eugene saw her as she entered, and knew at
once who she was. He was well acquainted with
the affairs of Mr. Solomon Joseph, had learnt that
that gentleman's chief clerk had brought out a
wife with him from England lately, and had had
the lady pointed out to him one day. On seeing
Amy in his store to-day, therefore, it was not un-
natural that into his mind should leap the suspicion
that she had come to spy out the fatness or the
thinness of the land. Isidore remembered that
Joshua had sent spies into Jericho, and Moses had
despatched a similar pair of scouts into Canaan.
And Solomon Joseph had not failed in the past to
fellow the example of those two great strategists.
But Isidore had not troubled much about such man-
oeuvres; and now, when he saw Mrs. Brown herself
approaching, he decided that he would take her in
hand and show her what she wanted to learn-with-
in limits. He made no pretence about not knowing
who she was. He bowed and smiled pleasantly:
"Mrs. Christopher Brown, isn't it? What can
I do for you?"
"Mr. Isidore, isn't it?" answered Amy, equally

direct. "I merely came in to see your store. I have
heard a lot about it, but have never been in it
"Let me show you round. I shall be proud [L)
do so."
Amy's beauty, seen now at very close quarter.
was having its effect upon Mr. Isidore. She. on her
part, thought him a very handsome man, and so he '
was. Tall, with an olive complexion, very slightly
aquiline nose, thin lips and intelligent brow. Iside.re
looked very unlike Mr. Solomon Joseph's descrip-
tions of him. He looked a gentleman, an appella-
tion which no one would have applied to Solomon.
whatever other qualities he might possess. Isidore's
accent was admirable; his manner easy; he had Lbe-n
educated at an English public school and mixed in
the best local society. He was a quick judce ',
character, and at once came to the conclusion that
curiosity, not spying, had brought Amy to hi- plai.e
that morning. Anyhow, she was beautiful and I.i-
dore had always a soft spot in his heart for beauty.
"Your husband works in a competitive estab-
lishment," he remarked, as he took her from depart-
ment to department; "but competition should ;iot
extend beyond business, don't you think?"
"Yes," said Amy; "in any case, I have nothing
to do with it."
"Of course you haven't. I believe y'ou don't
even think I am a thief."
"Oh! But how could I think such a thine'"
cried Amy.
"You may have heard it; it has been said. \"u
know. These things come back to one. Let ime
show you our millinery department."
They crossed the floor-they were now upstairt
--and entered a room in which sat some girl. trim
ming hats.
Amy's interest was now. fully aroused.
Between the age of sixteen and eigh;e'n I- h
had been put to learn millinery. She liked it. -lih
understood it, but she had preferred a job vwlire
she should be able to see, if possible to me-t. many
people; she had hated to sit in a stuffy ritpairt
ment making hats. But she had never frcL[.:.n
what she had learnt in those two years; -r. non.
seeing one girl putting a spray of flowers on an un-
trimmed hat, she almost unconsciously reach.di for
the hat and the spray and adjusted the latter differ-
ently. "Don't you think this looks well?" slhe asked
the girl.
"It looks much better than it did," said Isidore.
and the worker admitted it readily.
When they were outside of the room. Isid-,ie
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I learnt it," Amy assured him.
"I thought that possible," he replied, then drop-
ped the subject and conducted her downstairs.
"I am sorry I won't be able to call on you, Mrs.
Brown," he said; "for I am afraid that your hus-
band would not like it. That is, I mean, Mr. Joseph
would not like it."
"I am afraid so," agreed Amy; "but you have
been very kind."
"The kindness has been shown by you," he re-
torted gallantly. "And now, I hope, you won't mind
my say ing something to you. Before to-morrow
night Mr. Joseph will know that you have been here
and that I have taken you round. He is a sus-
picious man; he will want to know why you should
have ome, and why I should personally have shown
youth round. That is all."
"You mean," said Amy, "that I should have a
tale ready to explain the circumstance, if I think it
worth while to do so. I understand. Thank you.
But I don't see that my movements are any business
of Mr. Joseph's."
"I don't see it either; but it was only fair to
let you know what I am certain of, even though my
doing so might seem an impertinence."
"On the contrary, you have been very kind in-
deed "
"Christopher is to be envied," continued Eugene,
with a deft mixture of respect and friendliness. "He
ha- as his wife a lady not only beautiful but highly
intelligent: the two things don't often go together.
Y-,ii will remember, won't you," he hurried on, "that
if I can ever be of service to you, I shall be very
"Thank you so much. Well, good-bye."
He walked with her almost to the door, but
stopped short by a couple of yards. He knew she
w-uld understand that he was doing so to avoid giv-
ing Mr. Joseph any extra ground for rankling sus-
pi..ron But Amy had already decided to let Mr.
Jseph know, through Christopher, that she had been
over Isidore's store; and that afternoon she insti-
tuted comparisons between it and the establishment
of Mr. Joseph which that gentleman heard the next
morning from a highly gratified Christopher. "She
dun't think Isidore's place a patch on ours, Mr.
J sephl." exultantly exclaimed Christopher; and
Mir .Irseph endorsed the verdict. "He has a bigger
store." said Solomon, "but people of brains know it
iF; only full of junk."
Sulomon was sincerely gratified at the pro-
no u1, ement of Mrs. Brown. He had of course heard
nm h-r visit to Isidore's before Christopher told him
o' it. hut he had not received the news in a sus-
pkiuu spirit. He had put the visit down to sim-
ple curiosity but had secretly been anxious to know
v. hi A my thought of the opposite establishment.
N,.wn he was Satisfied. He mentioned the matter to
bis m-uiolher that night.
"Christopher's wife went over to see Isidore's
lbuiine-. yesterday," he observed to the old lady,
"a d hlie think nothing of it. She says it is full of
junk"- a remark which Amy had not made.
"Ye'?" replied the old shrewd, fat old lady en-
"I knew she would think so."
"'rid you send her; I mean, did you ask her
ii goT"
"Wby, no; I couldn't exactly ask her to do that."
"Did Christopher ask her?"
'N.,: he was surprised when she told him."
"Then she went of her own accord?"
'Of course."
'"\\" h hy?"
"Hiw can I tell you that, mamma?" demanded
Sr.lonii n impatiently. "Her reason must have been
thp- sanime that every other woman have when they
e. intl. a' place they've never seen before."
"Rut you say that Isidore show her over the
pla,.e himself."
"\'ell, he might do that with any good-looking
'unlllan. VoU know."
"I suppose so; and you say she runs down his
store "
"Friom top to bottom," said Solomon with gusto.
She isn't speaking the truth," pronounced Mrs.
Jnseph emphatically. "I know that that man Isidore
i a thief who is trying to rob you, me son; but you
knouw a- well as I do that he don't sell junk. Then
why -hi.uld she say so? Why should she go all over
the sh.'p with him? You yourself tell me that she
was there over half an hour. Why?"
"Sht wanted to compare it with my place,"
pointed cout Solomon, but not so confidently as he
had spoken before.
"iShe wanted to meet Isidore," countered his mo-
ther. with absolute assurance.
"You don't mean to say, mamma, that you think
she'" g.'ing to give away any of my affairs she hear
of frun Christopher to Isidore?" cried Solomon, hor-
rified. "I wouldn't believe that of her!"
"Yr.o wouldn't believe it so long as she is pretty
and is an Englishwoman," agreed Mrs. Joseph dryly.
"But it's not that I am thinking about. Didn't you tell
me that she was at your store yesterday morning
and that it was from your place that she first saw
Isidr ie? Then straight after that she went over
there-but you didn't see her go. Then she meet
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him. and -pend some time in his company, and then
go home and run down his store to her husband,
for him ,to tell you what she said. Her pretty face
don't fool me, me son. I am a woman, not a young
"She and Christopher going to betray me,
then?" asked Mr. Joseph, indignant. "I can hardly
believe s ueb a thing!"
"'Christopher has nothing to do with, it," replied
Mrs. Jnoeph, "and I don't suppose she can betray
you. What can she tell Isidore about your business
that lie don't know already?"
"That's true," agreed Solomon thoughtfully; "he
has a spy in my place, I am sure. But I take good
care to keep as much as I can under my own hat.
But what surt of a man can he be, when he actually
hribes my clerks to tell him my affairs? You ever
hear of itih a villain? I wish he was dead!"
"He i.- a villain," assented Mrs. Solomon, with
consid'.ralhle vigour, "and I hope you will catch the
fellow nwho is giving your business away to him.
You are l,.oking out for him sharp, I hope, my
"You bet."
"And you follow up what Isidore is doing every
"Sure. I have a young man over there who tip
me off all the time, a nice, bright fellow. A decent
young man. I tell him that if Isidore ever sack
him I will give him a situation, and I mean it. He
Is one of the most straightforward young chaps that
I know."
"I am glad to hear it."
"But if Christopher isn't using his wife to be-
tray ni--and I really don't believe it any more
than you do, mamma-I don't see why she should
deiphe Ius. You suspect her wrong."
"I don't suspect her of giving away anything
about ywii now," said Mrs. Joseph; "only, she went
over to Isidore's to make his acquaintance. And
why should she want to do that? Her husband
isn't aoriking with Isidore. She didn't want to buy
anything from Isidore. She saw Isidore and wished
to meet him. Don't that tell you anything?"
"It ~'minds like foolishness to me."
"'Because you don't want to understand it. You
mieghtn't have noticed on Sunday night, but I did,
that the only person in her house she was nice to

was that la-de-da young man, Hallibut. He was a
big gentleman and the rest of us was rubbish--"
"Rubbish! Me! I can sack her husband to-mor-
row, and then where would she be? You don't
know what you saying, mamma."
"You can sack her husband; but she would ask
Isidore to give him a job," calmly replied Mrs.
Joseph. "Oh, that girl got her head screwed on in
a businesslike way, don't fear! She's after big fish,
not people like you and me and her husband, and
that little fellow you got out for your tailoring:
what's his name--Squiffles?"
"She was ashamed of him, and she was ashamed
of everybody else except Hallibut on Sunday night.
She was all smiles to Mr. Hallibut, and she would
go to polo with him-polo! What she know about
polo? I didn't think Christopher was doing a wise
thing when he married ,a girl he didn't know, and
now that I see her I am sure I was right. I don't
like her-not a bone in her body. And she don't
like us either. So it's a pair."
"You are not fair to her, mamma," protested
Solomon. "Women don't like one another: I've no-
ticed that. She is very pretty-"
"And that blinds you men's eyes. Well, we'll
see. But I can tell you this: I am sorry for Chris-
Mr. Joseph knew his mother. When that lady
had taken a prejudice against anyone, it was use-
less to argue with her. As for himself, he was satis-
fied that Amy had had no mean ulterior motive in
going into Isidore's store; and he remembered how
nice she had been to him yesterday morning. She
was remarkably beautiful; hence the jealousy she
would inspire even in women almost old enough to
he her grandmother. He was sorry, though, that
she had met Isidore; sorry, he told himself, on pure-
ly impersonal grounds. It was not right and pro-
per that so infamous a scoundrel should make the
acquaintance of anyone worth knowing, although,
unfortunately, an unjust Fate had apparently de-
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well worth knowing and yet displaying no disposi-
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CHRISTOPHER had secured a room for Mr.
Swiffles in a private house which took in a
"paying guest" or two and which disdained the ap-
pelation of lodging house. At first Swiffles spoke
of it as his lodgings or "digs," but -he speedily learnt

that by so doing he offended against all the canons
of good taste and even lowered his own social status.
He was a -"guest," he was treated as a friend of
the family. Within two weeks he had grasped the
situation, and had also by the simple use of a flit-
spray dealt effectively with the little dragons, alias
mosquitoes, that had taken a mean advantage of him
as a newcomer.
The lady of the house was Mrs. Seawell. Her
daughter was that Grace Seawell between whom
and Christ-pher an alliance had once been hoped for.
There were two sons, one in a minor Government
position, the other an accountant in a chartered ac-
countant's office. At first these were not at all cer-
tain that it was right and proper to admit a tailor-
ing gentleman to their friendship or to their resi-:
dence as a paying guest; but Christopher had dwelt
much upon the exalted position of Swiffles, had
insisted that he was really not a tailor but an Eng-
lish Director of Tailoring, (which, presumably,
was something that had nothing whatever to do
with the mere cutting out and sewing up of clothes)
and this had had its effect. When Swiffles made
his first appearance he did not noticeably impress
anyone, male or female, in Mrs. Seawell's domicile.
But he was a good-natured and pleasant fellow, and
soon he became accepted and popular.
He was sitting by a front window this after-
noon, looking out upon the tropical scene. His re-
sidence was one of a number of bungalows built to
form a sort of square, each one with its own style of
architecture, with verandah and strip of garden in
front, with leafy shade trees in the yard, and per-
vaded by the atmosphere of quietness and peace
which characterized the neighbourhood.
It was a suburb, yet the centre of the city was
but a mile away. The sun flooded the square, lit
up the houses, smote with its heat men and beasts,
but a little whisper of wind caused the leaves of
the trees to stir slightly and helped to render exist-
ence tolerable. Motor cars occasionally rushed by,
leaving an odour of petrol behind, a few pedes-
trians lounged along, dragging themselves to and
fro with the slow, slouching gait of the worker who
knows well that haste amidst tropical conditions
means an exhaustion of energy, and who, in any
case, is not disposed to exhibit much energy for
any purpose except the pursuit of pleasure. A ceru-
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would swiftly fade out on the western horizon and
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to tennis or hockey as a member of any of the clubs
devoted to those sports and admitting persons of
the middle orders of society. Swiffles did not yet
belong to any of these clubs. He found sufficient
interest in watching the new life in the midst of
which he had been plunged; and, thanks to the
thoughtfulness of Christopher in getting him placed
with a family, he did not suffer from that intense
loneliness which might have been his portion as a
He was musing on the untrustworthiness of
human friendship when his solitude was broken by
the entrance of Grace Seawell. She too had come in
from work half an hour before, and in the interval
she had freshened herself up and changed, and now
appeared as a pretty, golden hued girl of about
twenty-three, very quiet and ladylike in appearance,
but with a set of jaw and lip that denoted strength
of character.
Her eyes were dark, large and limpid; her hair
black and glossy, and before it had been bobbed in
obedience to fashion it was long and thick. Grace
had a well-formed nose; her figure was good; she
was of middle height and naturally of a vivacious
disposition: she was industrious too and had been
working for some years now in a downtown estab-
lishment as a typist and stenographer. That she
should earn three pounds a week, with a certainty
of advancement, was a testimony to her efficiency.
"Thinking, Mr. Swiffles?" she pleasantly asked,
as she seated herself not far from the young man
and looked at him with friendly sympathy.
"Thinkin' deeply," confessed Augustus, with a
hint of grievance and disillusionment in his tones.
"Then I won't say a penny for your thoughts,
for they may be very private."
"They are private and they are not, Miss Seawell.
They are private, for they are about people Oi
thought were me friends; but they are not, because
Oi find that those people-one of them at least-is
no longer a friend of mine. Oi wonder if she ever
"Oh, I see. A lady. Well, you know, women
have the right to change their minds, and if her
fancy has changed, she's hardly responsible for that,
is she? We can't control our feelings."
"If you mean that Oi was sweet on her, you're
making a mistake," asseverated Swiffles. "01 would
as soon be sweet upon a sharp knife. I know 'er
too well. But when we come from the same place
together, where we were friends, and she begins to
turn up her nose at me out 'ere, all I have to say
to that is that she is a snob-and worse."
"'I see," ejaculated Grace, and her exclamation
was emphatic. "I did notice that you haven't
been going to visit your friend Mrs. Christopher
Brown of late. It's she you mean, no? She don't
want to see you any longer? But perhaps I shouldn't
ask; it is forward of me."
"Not at all, Miss Gracie, not at all," cried Swif-
fles eagerly, glad of a sympathetic ear into which
to pour his woes. "I welcome your interest. And
you guess right at the first go. In London me and
Amy was-were-good friends and pals, and it was
through me that she met Christopher. Now that
she is married to him, she don't want to know me
any more. I see that quite plain."
"And I expected it," said Grace quietly. "Don't
you see, Mr. Swiffles, that she is one of those per-
sons who have no further use for anybody that can't
help them on any more? She's going to make Chris-
topher drop every one of his old friends: he's do-
ing it already."
"He told me in London that you and your family
were his best friends in Kingston," said Swiffles,
"but I never meet him and Hamy together in this
house; Don't you go to see them?"
"We went once. That was enough for me.
Chris was fidgety, she was cold like ice. Yet, before
he got married, Chris almost used to live in this
Swiffles nodded; he had been long enough in
Jamaica to have heard that Mr. C. J. Brown had
been considered "very sweet" on Gracie Seawell. It
came into his mind now that Grace, on her part, had
been sweet on Christopher and felt her disappoint-
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to be indignation that Christopher should have de-
ceived so nice a young lady as Miss Seawell. As a
matter of fact, it was his own grievances that chiefly
lay at the root of his indignation.
"Brown's sister is still a friend of yours,
though?" he suggested. "Oi see her come 'ere some-
"Oh, yes; and she isn't going to go to see Chris
and his wife any more. Not wanted, you know.
We aren't good enough for them. Mrs. Brown is aim-
ing high."
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with a full endowment of womanly curiosity picked
up with pique, she eagerly echoed Swiffles' words-
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"She was only a cashier in a shop in Regent
Street," said Swiffles, "getting about thirty shillings
a week. And she used to dress like she was get-
ting five pounds. 01 don't know how she did it:
none of us knew. But because she went to a good
school where they try to teach working gurls to
be ladies, and don't succeed, she always wanted to
give 'ereself hairs. So now!"
"A pretty girl won't have much difficulty in
getting money if she wants it," remarked Gracie
"She's not prettier than you," asserted Gussie
boldly, though he knew he was not speaking the
truth. In her heart of hearts Gracie knew that
also, but she wished to believe that Gussie was right.
And, at any rate, she was deeply grateful for the
remark. Christopher had thrown her over, and so
any compliment, however extravagant, came just then
as balm to her wounded feelings.
"Well, he thinks so," she answered, with a shrug
of affected indifference. "And she will get. on and
carry him with her. She has joined St. Mary's
church, you know."
This piece of information left Swiffles no wiser
than before. It struck him as rather queer that a
girl like Amy should care about churches at all. In
his annoyance he was inclined to attribute to her an
utter lack of religious feeling, and even the posses-
sion of a soul.
Gracie noticed his blank expression, and pro-
ceeded to explain.
"I go to St. Mary's church, and all I have ever
been is a so-so Sunday School teacher. Mrs. Amy
Christopher Brown comes into the church only the
other day, and you should see the fuss the rector
and the curate and everybody else is making over
her! They ask her to join the choir. They ask her
to help the rector's wife to visit the members. They
ask her to be on this Board, and on that Board, and
now they are getting up an entertainment to get a
new altar-piece and some other things for the church
and she is to be chief-cook-and-bottle-washer in the
whole affair. All in a couple of weeks!"
"O0 didn't think she was religious," commented
Swiffles wonderingly. "She must have become con-
verted all of a sudden."
"All of a sudden is right," cried Gracie. "Very*/
sudden. Don't you see, Mr. Swiffles, that when she
gets into a big position in the church, and mix with
the rector's wife, some other people even bigger than
the rector's wife may take notice of her? .Don't
you see that that is what she is after? She has a hus-
band, and now she wants social position. So you
and me aren't good enough for her, though you used
to know her in England. You are only a tail-an
English Director of Tailors, and I am nothing. That's
how we apples swim!"
"She was glad enough to know me as a tailor
in London, though," said Swiffles, "and all 'er new
fine friends aren't a patch on you, Miss Seawell."
Then, because one or two other persons drifted
into the room at that moment, the conversation had
to cease. But it was of such intense interest to the
two that it might well have continued for another
few hours, and was certain to be resumed.

Grace Seawell had gauged the motives and the
social ascension of Amy to a nicety. Amy, with
great strategic ability, had recognized at a glance
that the advancement of a girl like herself lay along
the religious route, and she had not hesitated to
take it. She was an Anglican by upbringing. So
was Christopher. Christopher indeed, in the past,
had been in the habit of dropping in occasionally
at St. Mary's, where, as a lad," he had attended Sun-
day School. At Sunday School he had learnt some-
thing about Elijah and the ravens; the wickedness
of King Saul-who did not seem to have been so
wicked after all; the goodness of King David-whose
conduct left so much to be desired; and nothing
whatever about the Minor Prophets. He had sur-
reptitiously stuck the prescribed number of pins
into his fellow Sunday School scholars, had taken
his regulation number of parts in the entertain-
ments organised under the auspices of the Sunday
School, and had been eventually fashioned into a
stern and unbending Protestant, firmly believing
that the Pope was a very evil old gentleman and
that the Archbishop of Canterbury ought to be Pope.
Then he had gone his own latitudinarian way in
regard to church attendance, though still maintain-
ing a connection with the establishment of his re-
ligious upbringing. That connection Amy had
swiftly cemented. She had made up her mind to
do so even before she landed on the shores of Ja-
She had heard on the ship that Mrs. Tonycroft,
that high and mighty lady, was a leading member
and lofty dignitary of St. Mary's. Mrs. Tonycroft
had ignored her as much as elementary politeness
would allow, and had shown disapproval of her exist-
ence so far as a cold demeanour and supercilious
glances could do so. This had inspired Amy with
a burning ambition to effect some sort of relation-
ship with Mrs. Tonycroft, for it seems to be a law
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was within easy distance of the home she was to
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wotld meet Mrs. Tonycroft: hence her parting re-
mark on the ship" to that lady, that she hoped to
meet her again, had had a deeper meaning than Mrs.
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The day after her arrival Amy had caused
Christopher to renew his paying membership with
the church. On her very first Sunday in Jamaica
she had attended divine service both in the morn-
ing and the evening, and Christopher had worn the
suit made for him in London by that Sartorial Art-
ist, Mr. Swiffles. She had not been satisfied with
an "ordinary seat; she had urged Christopher to en-
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quietly .dressed, but she knew how to wear even a
Sunday frock with a difference, and in the midst of
a crowd that was plainly attired she stood out, in
her radiant beauty, conspicuously.
That week the rector's wife, who was a good,
hardworking English woman, every inch a lady, call-
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her deep desire to help in religious work, not to be
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could spare to the service of the Lord and to the
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was delighted. She mentioned the new lady mem-
ber from England to Mrs. Tonycroft sometime later,
at a committee meeting that was arranging for a
church entertainment.
"So many of those who come out to Jamaica
care only about cocktail parties and enjoying them-
selves, Mrs. Tonycroft," she said to that redoubtable
woman, compared with whom, at this moment, St.
Thomas the Doubter would have seemed the very
incarnation of credulity.
"And doesn't she like cocktail parties too?" en-
quired Mrs. Tonycroft.
"Perhaps: but there is no harm in that, in mod-
eration. But she is devoted to church work, and
we have so few helpers of her kind."
"I wonder how long she has been devoted," sug-
gested Mrs. Tonycroft, remembering Amy's hectic
time on the ship and the tail of men that was al-
ways following her about. But the sarcgam was
lost on dear Mrs. Thorburn.
"She wouldn't have so much scope ip London
as out here," Mrs. Thorburn replied. P'She is so
young and energetic and so good-looking, that she
will be able to exercise a great deal of influence
for good on our younger girls. These care more for
moving-picture shows on Sunday nights than for
coming to church. She will set them a good ex-
"I hope so," retorted Mrs. Tonycroft grimly, and
changed the subject.
And when it was suggested to her later that
at the stall over which she would preside at the
coming entertainment Amy might make an efficient
helper, she was not at all pleased. It leaped to her
mind that this suggestion had originally come from
Amy herself, a fact which proved that Mrs. Tony-
croft was not at all devoid of intuitional perception.
"Impossible!" she had exclaimed, and the rector's
wife and the committee ladies had not dared to In-
terpose any demurrer to the decision of so formid-
able a person. They resolved to ask young Mrs.
Brown to offer her services to someone else and
passed on to the momentous discussion whether a
guessing competition would be quite legal, or, more
important still, at all in keeping with the anti-
gambling traditions of St. Mary's. When convinced
that the police would never notice so trifling an
affair, it was decided that such a competition would
not be gambling, but only a matter of risking a few
pence in a game of chance for a noble purpose. The
difference was quite clear in the minds of the per-
sons concerned. And Mrs. To.n:,I:r.:rt, bearing down
upon the rest of the committee like a battleship with
decks cleared for action, decided that she would
take charge of this guessing competition.
"And," she suddenly announced, "I will appoint
Mrs. Brown as chief barker of it."
"Barker?" repeated Mrs. Thorburn vaguely.
"But she doesn't bark. She has quite a nice voice."
"A barker," explained Mrs. Tonycroft, from the
heights of a superior knowledge, "is someone who
advertises a show or goods of some sort personally:
the term is American. I have heard barkers there.
It strikes me that Mrs. Brown would do that job
pretty well, especially as we need to tak.k in a lot
of money."
"Oh, how good of you to make her your assist-
ant," said Mrs. Thorburn, and at once Mrs. Tony-
croft tried hard to look good, but failed. The truth
is that, with all her acidity and acute class con-
sciousness, Mrs. Tonycroft had a businesslike mind,
and it had flashed upon her that a dashing young
woman like Amy (with a strong flavour of common-
ness, she added to herself) would attract the young
men to this guessing competition in crowds. They

would spend their money very freely on guesses,
lured on by Amy's smiles and words. The competi-
tion would be a little gold mine, and it would be
one of the many activities of the evening dominated
by Mrs. Tonycroft. Now, a good business-woman or
man chooses the ablest instruments available irre-
spective of personal prejudices, and even in connec-
tion with church entertainments business must be
business unless there is to be failure. So Mrs. Tony-
croft had quickly changed her mind about Amy, and
the latter was informed that very day that she was
t-) take charge of the guessing competition under
the general direction of Mrs. Tonycroft. She col-
oured with pleasure. The Kingdom of Tonycroft, in
a manner of speaking, had be3n taken without vio-
lence or storm.
She had only been six weeks now in the coun-
try, and already she was established as a useful
church worker in those spheres in which she could
be seen at her best. She had relegated the egregi-
ous Swiffles, with his impossible accent, to the back-
ground and far-beyond of her life. She had untied
some of the knots which had bound Christopher to
friends who could not help him to advance in this
world. She was keeping on the right side of the
Solomon Josephs, though she had no particular lik-
ing for them. She had been twice to polo with Mr.
Hallibut. She had been called upon by two or three
families who, if not very high in the social scale,
were at least higher than those whom Christopher
had formerly known. She had taken Chris in hand
and he was being trained to meet the exigencies of
a new life, though rendered exquisitely miserable
in the process. On the whole, not a bad record of
work in six weeks, especially as Mr. Eugene Isidore
was friendly disposed and might be advantageously
utilised later on.
Circumstances may not make great men and
,women; but how without them can great women
and men display their greatness?
So it was with Amy. In London she would
bave.-reniained eternally obscure. She knew her
own ambitions, but they might have led her only
to stark disaster. The heavy weight of class upon
class had lain upon her, though she had striven to
give herself a passable accent and a decent educa-
tion. She had had no scope, no opportunity, as a
girl-cashier in a shop, or as the mistress of a fash-
ionable young man who had soon tired of her. But
now, in a new environment entirely, in a land where
most of the faces were dark, where a beautiful white
woman moved like a kind of goddess amongst plain-
er looking people and against a romantic background
-here indeed such a one, given strength of charac-
ter, ambition. a gix I to pursue, might make some-
thing of her life.
And Amy had made up her mind to make some-
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up the scene with a fiery splendour which might
have been unbearable but that most, or indeed all,
of those who attended the function were accustom-
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guinep trees sheltered the chairs and benches set
out for the comfort of the crowd; the hedges to
south and north blazed pink and green and crim-
son, hibiscus and poin-ettia rivalling each other in
gorgeous colouring. Mrs. Tonycroft was proud of
her flower beds, and these were in full bloom just
now, white, pink and red roses glowing in profusion
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among the delicate greenery of their leaves; and
there were marble statues here and there, represent-
ing classical gods and goddesses, whose names Mr.
and Mrs. Tonycroft could not, have told you for the
very life of them. A large stone fountain played
continuously, sending up a straight shaft of water
which broke into showers and rainbow hues as it
fell back into the basin in which gold fish swam
and disported themselves. And big striped lawn
umbrellas were stationed here and there, and tables,
booths and stands were arranged within easy dis-
tance of one another, these being in the care of. the
various ladies who had consented to assist at the
It was considered.a privilege, by hundreds of
persons, particularly of the good, meek Christijan
variety, to enter these grounds. But for the garden
party they could never have done so. Amy was not
meek, though she regarded herself as quite good-
she would have said as good as the others anyhow.
But she too--knew that but for this function she
might have remained forever outside of these al-
most celestial- regions. She was determined, there-
fore, to make the most of her opportunity. If this
vas the first time she should enter Tonycroft Court,
she .dd not see why it should necessarily be, the
From the very first her stall, or guessing table
rather, was thronged. Once it was settled that this
gamble was not a gamble, the consciences of every-
body allowed them to make guesses at threepence
per guess: thus a dozen or more persons would
strive to guess how many seeds a particular orange
contained, and the prize would go to the one who
came nearest, the prize being worth about one third
of the total sum hazarded on any one occasion.
This was the rule. But Amy had ideas of her
own. One was to make more money than three-
penny pieces could bring in; the other was to in-
gratiate herself with Mrs. Tonycroft and win her
After she had done fairly well for an hour or
so. and when ahe noticed that the somewhat bigger
people, many men among them, were now coming
into the garden party, she left her stand to the girl
who was assisting her aad hastened to where Mrs.
Tonycroft presided over refreshments with an ex-
tp-ression intended to be benign but still sufficiently

severe to keep the lower orders in salutary check.
(For while, Mrs. Tonycroft held, we might all be
equal in heaven, there was not the slightest neces-
sity to hasten such a socialistic condition of affairs
on earth.)
"Oh, Mrs. Tonycroft," cooed Amy, "do pardon
me for troubling you: I know you are so busy. But
I am wondering whether I should carry out now
your plan about getting some of these people here
to make guesses at a shilling instead of threepence.
I am sure it would be most successful."
"My plan, Mrs. Brown? But I don't remema
"Don't you? But I feel sure it was you who
suggested something of the sort when we were talk-
ing over this garden party. But, of course, I didn't
want to go ahead with it until you thought it was
the proper time to do so. I think it is such a splen-
did idea! But if you don't want to carry it out
ncw, please say the word and I will run back to
my stand. You will be glad to know that the guess-
ing has done very well Indeed, and I am enjoying
myself. How good it was of you to ask me to help!
I can never be sufficiently grateful!"
"Oh, don't mention it," cried Mrs. Tonycroft,
and this time she was genuinely gracious. "Well,
if you think you could get a shilling for a guess-"
"Oh, I do agree with you, Mrs. Tonycroft, that
we can do it successfully now. You mean, don't
you, that we.should ask those who can't afford much
to pay only threepence for a guess, while the others
might pay a shilling?"
"Yes," said Mrs. Tonycroft, in the tone of a
captain of a great industry coming to an important
decision. "But you mustn't make it only threepence
and a shilling, for, you see, there may be many who
can afford sixpence but not a shilling. Diversify
the amount. You have my permission, indeed, to
ask more than a shilling in some cases." (Which was
exactly what Amy had long ago determined to do.)
"In fact, I leave it to you to be guided by circum-
stances: I give you a free hand." Mrs. Tonycroft
waved her arm as she spoke, to indicate, presum
ably, the freedom of hand she was bestowing upon
"You are too good," gushed Amy. "I hope I
shall justify your confidence."
Then, as she hurried away, she muttered under
her breath, "the skinny old fool," words which,
though they gave a true outline of Mrs. Tonycroft's
personal appearance, and even of her mentality to a
certain extent-though she was by no means alto-
gether a fool-would not have helped Amy to rise

in that lady's estimation could they have been over-
Mrs. Tonycroft turned back to her engrossing
duty of fussing, well pleased with Mrs. Brown. Amy
had deferred to her judgment, had done nothing
without consulting her, and had given her before
many high and mighty ladies credit for a financial
scheme which she could not remember having ori-
ginated-though, of course, she thought, it was quite
possible, and indeed probable, that she had done
so and then had forgotten all about it. Amy had
" shown a proper respect due to social superiority;
it was clear that the girl was learning rapidly and
would In course of time become a most exemplary
social worker and member of the middle orders of
society. Meantime Amy, by dint of smiles, cajo-
lery, bright glances, and other wiles known to pretty
girls bent upon extracting money for a righteous
cause, was inducing the men to guess and guess and
guess even up to five shillings a guess. There were
a few young bloods there who would willingly pay
for a little talk with her, a grateful flash from her
eloquent eyes, some nice words from her p-"tty lips.
She was intoxicated with success; she shone ra-
diantly in consequence. She knew that the men
were talking about her; she saw passing women
glance enviously at her: she stood out as the pret-
tiest girl and the most attractive on the grounds.
And she worked-0, how she worked! When the
garden party was over and she could hand over
twenty pounds to Mrs. Tonycroft, it was no wonder
that that lady cried: "My dear, you have been sim-
ply wonderful!" Such praise from such lips! At
that moment, in Amy's eyes, Mrs. Tonycroft ceased
to be a skinny old fool.
Meanwhile, where was Christopher?
Very much in the background, at once proud
of Amy but ill at ease about himself. The push
and aggressiveness he bad exhibited in London, all
his boasting too, were not much in evidence now. He
was in his natural environment, "settled down"; and
yet he was feeling strangely unsettled. He was be-
ing pulled up by Amy; she seemed bent upon rising
rapidly, but social buoyancy did not come naturally
to Christopher; he preferred to rest, while in Ja-
maica, than to move higher and higher; he was not
at ease among the men whom Amy so obviously
attracted, So, after a while, he had left Amy to
make money for St. Mary's and had wandered off
by himself, until at last he found a group consist-
ing of Gracie Seawell, his sister, Augustus Swiffles
and two or three other people, and here, he felt, he
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"Can I join you," he called out to his friends
with an assumption of joviality. "Any room for a
little one?"
"There's plenty of room," said a young man
who was standing by Elsie Brown, "but you are not
a little one, me friend. You're sure you want to
he seen in our company?"
"Oi can go away if Oi am too humble," said
Swiffles bitterly. "Oi know me place."
"You shouldn't put yourself out of the way to
join us, Mr. Brown," interpolated Gracie, who all
her life hitherto had called him Christopher. "It's
very nice of you; but we don't expect it."
"0, leave poor Chris alone," protested Christo-
pher's sister. "He hasn't done you anything."
"Oh, no, he hasn't," the fellow who was paying
ter attentions said; "it is we who don't want to do
him anything. He is a big man, and we wouldn't
stand in his way for the world. I have self-respect,"
he burst out warmly, as though he were tortured
with a secret suspicion that he hadn't. "I kow-tow
to no man, or to any woman-except one," and at
this he glanced tenderly at Elsie Brown. He did
inot pursue his speech any further. Evidently he
had forgotten why he did not kow-tow to man or
woman, or had remembered that, in his particular
job, most of his working hours were spent in kow-
"This is a fine welcome from friends," com-
mented Christopher angrily.
"Outside friends only, now," Gracie pointed out,
a little spitefully.
"Oi am only a tailor," added Swiffles, upon
which every other member of the group winced, for
they all felt that Mr. Swiffles was not living up to
his official designation of Director of Tailoring, and
that for him to harp upon being a tailor, especially
while in their company, was derogatory to their
dignity. Really, something would have to be done
to cure Swiffles of this pernicious deprecatory ha-
bit. It made everybody feel cheap, on the principle
that people are judged by the company they keep.
"How are you enjoying yourself, Chris?" asked
his sister kindly, for she saw that the remarks that
had been made had hurt him.
"Splendidly," he lied; "this entertainment is a
great success."
"Hamy is a great success," observed Swiffles;
"I never see her so 'appy before. She's in with
the bigwigs here. How different from London!"
"Well, why shouldn't she be?" enquired Elsie
defensively. "She is a very pretty English girl an'
she's me brother's wife. Don't forget that."
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"Me? No. Why should I forget it? What is
there to forget?"
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wander about until you find us," Gracie pointed out.
"You are not gallant, Mr. Brown! I am sure Mrs.
Brown must be wondering where you are and wish-
ing you by her side. Don't you think so?"
The raillery was obvious to everyone, and one
or two of the group openly smiled. Their smile said
to poor Christopher, as plainly as words could, that
probably he was not wanted where his wife was;
and as he himself felt this to be the truth he was
acutely conscious of humiliation. But he put a bold
face on the matter, and, remarking, "Well, you
are right. Perhaps I'd better go back to Amy; she
must be annoyed I have left her so long," he turned
and strolled away. But he did not go back to Amy.
Hie had a feeling that he would be completely out
of the picture in her immediate vicinity.
He was not happy for the rest of the night.
But Mrs. Tonycroft, unlike Christopher, was a
very happy woman that night, for her share in the
garden party had been an unbounded success, and
she knew that the city press would have nice things
to say on the morrow about her usual kindness, her
interest in St. Mary's, and the great factor she was
in aiding the spread and dissemination of Christian
light by the furnishing of new altar pieces and the
like. She owed something of that success to Amy;

and though she would never have admitted that out-
side the walls of her own house, she recognized it
and did not mind mnentiouing it, in a modified
fashion, to her husband. Mrs. Tonycroft prided her-
self upon being remarkably fairminded, and Mr.
Tonycroft always pretended to be lost in admiration
of her sense of appreciation and justice. He firmly
believed in "safety first."
"That young woman, Amy Brown, was worth
any four of my other assistants," said Mrs. Tony-
croft as they were preparing to go to bed. "She
not only worked well, but she had the good sense to
consult me before doing anything that I had not spe-
cifically commanded. The result is that she took in
a lot of money. I am grateful to her."
"That's just like you, my dear," said Mr. Tony-
croft. "You are so appreciative. Yet she couldn't
have done so well without your instructions."
"Oh, she knows that. She said so again and
again; and that is what I like about her. She is not
pushing; she does not try to take credit that is
not her due."
"Quite true," agreed Mr. Tonycroft.
"I admit that I did not judge her quite rightly on
the ship," his wife went on. "But then, you don't
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I suppose. She seemed to be rather flighty then,
and she always had men following her about: but,
ot course, it isn't always a woman's fault if men
follow her. I can remember how it was with myself
when I was a girl."
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ences of her youth could now entertain no, one, es-
pecially the unfortunate person who had heard them
so often and who had never believed in their au-
thenticity? This kind of torture was almost intoler-
able; yet even to exhibit the slightest sign of bore-
dom was more than his courage was equal to. He
braced himself for the ordeal.
But Mrs. Tonyeroft was not in a reminiscent
mood to-night. The present concerned her more in-
timately for the nonce. "If a woman has her head
screwed on properly," she continued, "she will not
let it be turned with admiration; and I believe now
that Mrs. Brown is very serious underneath."
"Yes; underneath," agreed Mr. Tonycroft, breath-
ing the happy sigh of a man who has by a miracle
escaped a desperate danger.
"I must show her some attention; it will be of
great help to her. We are not snobbish people,
"No, indeed," said Theophilus, wisely keeping
his own opinion on snobbishness to himself.
"I can't, of course, have her to anything here
with anybody else. That would never do. But I
can ask her to come round and have tea with me
one afternoon when we are certain that there will
be no callers-everybody knows that we are never
in on Sunday afternoons. She will have tea with
me. I have decided on that."
"Very nice and kind of you, indeed, my dear;
but, er, what about her husband?"
"Well, what about him?"
"Oh, nothing, nothing; but I was wondering
what he might think if you asked his wife and didn't
ask him ."
"Theophilus," said Mrs. Tonycroft in an awful
tone; "do you think for a moment that I could have
a man like that in my house?"
"Most certainly not, my dear."
"Then, if I cannot have him, do you suggest that
I should neglect his wife because of that? Would
it be kindly? Would it be Christian? Would it be
what you would expect of me?"
"No, my dear, no. Most decidedly no."
"Then why ask such silly questions? Besides,
this man, Brown, will be overjoyed if I pay his wife
some attention; it will help him. Poor creature!"
"You mean Brown?"
"Of course not. I mean his wife. She is rather
a good sort; but how did she come to marry a man
like that? He has no position and can never have
any. Don't you see that?"

"I do; but I don't suppose she had any either."
"She did not; I am sure of it. But she could
have had if she hadn't married him before coming
out here. She has simply destroyed her chances."
"But perhaps she could never have come if she
hadn't married him."
"You can't be sure of that; as it is, she has cook-
ed her own goose and must now lie on it. Some
girls do make fools of themselves."
"And some men too," added Mr. Tonycroft, dar-
ing to announce his feeling in regard to himself
under the guise of a general impersonal remark.
"Quite true," agreed Mrs. Tonycroft thoughtful-
ly; "and that is what I thought when I first saw
these Brown people on the ship. I thought that
the man had made a great mistake and would be
sorry for it. But I see now that it is the girl who
made the mistake. For she is really quiet, earnest
and knows her place, and might have done much
better but for the match she made. I really have
taken to her-no one could have done better than
she did today. She will get on well in the church.
She can make a place for herself there, but nowhere
else. I mean, she can never be in society with such
a husband. He is just nobody. He looks as if he
were ashamed of. himself."
On this remark Mr. Tonycroft made no com-
ment. But he was thinking. Quiet and submissive
as he was, he could observe, and, after all, he mix-
ed in the world. He had noticed how, at the party
that afternoon, Amy had attracted men as much as
she had done on the ship-even more. He had no-
ticed too that her husband had been a highly neg-
ligible quantity His wife was a woman of preju-
di' e- which ehe changed as she pleased; she was
now taken with Amy Brown and could see matters
only from what she regarded as Amy's point of view.
But there was Brown's viewpoint also. He certain-
ly seemed to count for little in the scheme of things
as it affected the Christopher Brown family. He
therefore was the person to be pitied. Still, it was
all no affair of Mr. Tonycroft's. It did not concern
him. The girl was pretty, but his wife would never
allow him to flirt with her. He dismissed the mat-
ter from his mind and went to sleep.


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little affair. Naturally, she will talk about it; I
won't mind that; in fact I shall be pleased if it is
known that I have taken her up in a Christian kind
of way,"
Mr. Tonycroft reflected that a Christian tea
might be considered dull by Amy, but refrained from
expressing this view. Mrs. Tonycroft continued:
"Just she and I will be together. I shall not
be at home to anybody else. It will delight the
girl; and I feel I owe her some attention for her
work at the garden party; besides, I like her."
So that very day Amy received a note from
Mrs. Tonycroft. and realized what was meant by
the expression, "a little quiet talk between us both."
She gnashed her teeth at this, but accepted the in-
vitation in appropriate terms. It was better than
nothing, she concluded, and indeed was more than
she had hoped for so early. The omission of her
husband she took as a matter of course.
In the afternoon of the day appointed she pre-
sented herself at Tonycroft Court, was received by
a maid and taken to a side verandah where she
found a tea table set out and Mrs. Tonycroft await-
ing her. That lady was as near to graciousness as
she had ever been to comparative strangers of a
class inferior to hers these last ten years; she had
resolved to learn all about Amy's past in London,
and her social position there, and the prospect of
so much pleasant information, coupled with a know-
ledge that she was doing good, had thawed her arc-
tic haughtiness to almost tropical warmth. If the
truth must be told, indeed, it was mainly her curios-
ity to find out all she could about Amy that had in-
spired this invitation to the Christian tea.
"Now, my dear," she said to Amy, "you must
make yourself quite at home. I can see we are go-
ing to be great friends. Sugar in your tea? Just
a little? Milk? Now tell me how you 'like Ja-
"Very well indeed, Mrs. Tonycroft, though of
course I don't know many people yet."
"Well you are still a stranger, you know, and
perhaps it is wise for you not to make friends too
hastily; you should try to find out who the people
are first. Your husband works downtown, doesn't
"Yes," replied Amy briefly.
"He should make quite a useful member of St.
Mary's: I hope he will take a class in the Boys'
Sunday School. The superintendent is -pptting to
be quite an old man: your husband might succeed
him. Mr. Tonycroft could use his influence. That
is something to look forward to, you know."
Amy wondered what there could possibly be in
the superintendentship of a Sunday School to look
forward to, but endeavoured to appear grateful.
"What did you do in London?" asked Mrs. Tony-
croft suddenly.
"I was cashier in a great London Department
Store, an excellent position, though not what my
parents expected I should have when I was a baby,
I believe. But you know how it is, Mrs. Tonycroft.
My father was a younger son and had to do the
best he could on his salary in the army. From a
subaltern he rose to be a captain, but was gassed
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"A captain did you say your father was?"
"He is now a retired captain," said Amy calm-
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rose before her mind's eye at the moment half-con-
sciously. She wondered if he would be grateful to
know of the promotion she had just bestowed upon
"And your mother is still alive?"
"Oh, yes: she may come out to see me some-
time in the future if she can face the sea voyage.
She is rather delicate. I am different: I wanted to
see the world, and especially the tropics."
"So you married Mr. Brown. A charming young
man; but I wonder you were not frightened at choos-
ing someone you did not knov anything about, and
deciding to live in a country you perhaps had never
heard about."
"I was tired of the life I had to lead, Mrs. Tony-
croft, and I liked Christopher. I didn't know, of
course, anything about Jamaica ."
"Yes," interposed Mrs. Tonycroft sympathetical-
ly, "I understand. It is different from what you ex-
pected; an army officer's daughter would expect
something different. But you have a very fine man
as a husband. You know of course"-this casually
-"that he is a bit coloured: you knew it, of course,
before you got married; but that, very properly, did
not matter. Why should it?"
Mrs. Tonycroft watched keenly to see the reac-
tion to this question: she was interested in colour
questions and their effect upon others.
"I know it now, yes; but I didn't before I got
married," replied Amy with some restraint.
"And it can and should make no difference, my
dear, to any sensible girl. But you didn't. know it
before your marriage? It is best to know all these-
things beforehand; wisest, I think-not that it mat-
ters in the end, of course. And then your husband
will probably rise to be manager in chief of his
establishment and you will be quite comfortably off.
I am so glad. I shall want you to help me in the
church; I can see that you are going to be a tower
of strength there. Yes, Jane, what is it?"
This question was addressed to a maid that had
suddenly appeared upon the scene. "I told you all,"
continued Mrs. Tonycroft, "that I was not to be dis-
"Yes, ma'am," replied Jane; "but it is Mr. Ru-
pert- who just- drive in."
"I thought I heard a car," said Mrs. Tonycroft.
"And he is different. Bring him here, Jane."
"Rupert Hathaway is my nephew," explained
Mrs. Tonycroft to Amy. "A very fine boy. I want
to have a long quiet chat with him before he goes
back to the country. I suppose he has just run in
for an hour or so."
This was a hint to Amy to go; but Amy felt re-
bellious. She wasn't going to be dismissed like this;
she had been questioned and pumped, and though
that had given her an opportunity to tell just the
sort of lies she wanted circulated, yet Mrs. Tony-
,loft had not put her through an interrogatory for
the purpose of assisting her. Now Mrs. Tonycroft
wished her to depart so that she should not meet
Rupert Hathaway on a sort of footing of equality.

But that was precisely what Amy was determined
to do. She ignored the hint, taking up her yet un-
finished cup of tea as though still thirsty for the
beverage. And at that moment Rupert Hathaway
bustled in.
He was a man of about thirty years of age, of
middle height, light hair and blue eyes; he had a
humorous face, the features of which were good
though not specially marked: a close observer would
have said they indicated energy and generosity, and
a good spice of selfishness also. A rough-and-ready
sort of a chap, you would have felt on first meeting
him, a good fellow, a boon companion. "Hello, Aunt
Gertrude," he cried as he came upon the verandah,
and Amy at once noticed that he neither spoke with
the prim accent of his aunt nor in the cultivated
tones of the English public school man. His accent
was definitely Jamaican; that is to say, somewhat
flat, and his manner was that of the average Ja-
maica country squire-hearty, unaffected, careless.
Yet at once she perceived he was a gentleman of
position, and she thought him a good-looking one.
He kissed Mrs. Tonycroft affectionately.
"Having a party?" he cried; and then Mrs.
Tonycroft had to introduce him to Amy.
Amy smiled her most dazzling smile, and look-
ing down at her where she sat, the word that came
into Rupert's mind was "stunning!" Admiration
leaped into his eyes and stared forth unrestrained;
Amy saw it and thrilled to the compliment. He
plumped himself into a chair beside her. "Long
out here?" he asked; "I have never seen you be-
"Not long," she answered, and he thought her
voice melodious, though usually it was not estimat-
ed particularly so.
"Have a cup of tea, Rupert?" asked his aunt.
"Good God, no! How could you ask me that,
after I have been driving for miles? Besides, when
did you know me go for tea when a whisky-and-
soda was in the offing? I am ashamed of you, Aunt
"You are a very impudent boy," laughed his
aunt; "and you should not swear before my lady
"Swear? Good God, have I been swearing? Now
I ask you, Mrs. Brown, have I been swearing?"
"Only taking the Lord's name in vain," laugh-
ed Amy.
"Oh that! Well. it may -have been a form of
reverence for all you know. But you don't mind,
do you? You look a good sort-excuse familiarity.
All right, all right, Aunt Gerty, I'll behave!"
"He is incorrigible, Mrs. Brown," smiled Mrs.
Tonycroft, who, Amy observed, could be weak with
Rupert if adamant with everybody else. "I don't
know what to make out of him."
"She means I am no good," explained Rupert;
"no good for an afternoon tea, for instance. And
you look far too good for one. But it isn't cocktail
time yet, is it? Aunt Gerty should have asked you
to cocktails."
Mrs. Tonycroft pursed up her lips at this. It
was dangerous social ground upon which her nep-
hew was treading. It was quite impossible that
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"Mrs. Brown engages chiefly in church work,"
she said with emphasis, as if that settled the cock-
tail proposition.
"You don't say so!" exclaimed Rupert. "Now
that's a joke. But what has that to do with cock-
tails, aunty? You are great on church work your-
-self-which is one reason why there is so much ir-
religion in our family-but I have seen you swig
a cocktail with the best of them, old dear. And why
not? I shouldn't love you as I do did you make pro-
hibition one of your planks."
While he was talking his drink had been brought
in a decanter, with a bottle of soda. He swallowed
one and poured himself out a second drink. Amy
began to think she must go now, or for ever after
the wrath of Mrs. Tonycroft would be visited on her
"Well, I must be running off," she said. "And
thank you ever so much for a delightful afternoon,
Mrs. Tonycroft."
"How are you going?" asked Rupert.
"I came in a 'bus," she said, feeling ashamed
that she had not taken a taxi.
"You'll have to stand waiting until the 'bus
comes," said he; "and you'll have to walk to the
road where it runs. Nothing doing! Allow me the
pleasure of taking you home. I just dropped in to
blow a kiss to Aunt Gertrude-"
"But I wanted to have a talk with you, Rupert,"
cried Mrs. Tonycroft; "I see so little of you!"
"You must come and spend a week with me in

my miserable hut," said her nephew; "we can't talk
this evening, for we have nothing to say. It is true
that I only dropped in for a minute: couldn't come
to Kingston, you know, without toddling in to see
the favourite relative. Come, old dear, give me a
peck and I will drive this lady home; then back to
my country place for dinner. Working hard as
h-; pardon, working these days like the ant who
rebuked the sluggard, or the beetle: which was it?"
"The cricket," laughed Mrs. Tonycroft primly.
"Oh, well," she thought, "it doesn't matter. He
doesn't live in Kingston and so will not be seen mov-
ing about socially with the Browns. It doesn't
"Very well," she said aloud; "it is very nice
of you to offer to take my guest home. Goodbye,
Mrs. Brown; I have enjoyed your visit."
She gave no intimation that there would ever
be another reunion; Amy sensed that Mrs. Tony-
croft had made up her mind that there would be
none. Rupert or someone else might blow in unex-
"I have had a lovely time," declared Amy. "One
of the nicest afternoons I have spent in Jamaica."
They walked to where Rupert's five-seater was
parked. Rupert helped the girl into the seat beside
him, and spun out of the yard. "You must direct
me," he said, "I don't know much about the streets
and roads here."
She told him in what direction to drive. "Do
you drive?" he asked.

"No; I don't own a car."
."Some day your husband will buy you one."
"I don't think so; we are too poor."
"He is very rich," the young man retorted gal-
lantly; "he has you. You are the most beautiful
girl in Jamaica. Do you know that?"
"God's truth. I must tell your husband so.
Shall I meet him this afternoon?"
Amy experienced a spasm of alarm. Christopher
with his alternate air of apology and uneasy swag-
ger-and it was more apology than swagger every
day now-how could he meet this nephew of Mrs.
Tonycroft's with any advantage to herself? Yet
swiftly came the reflection: if she were to meet Mr.
Hathaway again he would have to know her hus-
band; and if she were never to meet him again, it
wouldn't matter much now what he thought of
Christopher. But she didn't believe her own philo-
sophy: she did feel that she would prefer that at
no time he should ever meet Christopher. The lat-
ter would be at home, however, when she got there,
and would probably come to the gate to receive her.
She wished Christopher had a club to which be
might resort in the afternoons!
There was the house at last; it had, she thank-
ed heaven, a quite decent appearance. And there,
sure enough, was Christopher. The car stopped at
the gate, Christopher saw them and came to meet
them. Hathaway alighted, helped Amy out of the
car and was duly introduced to her husband. His
face showed nothing of what he thought of Christo-
pher. Instead, he simply called out, in his usual
rough-and-ready style: "Brown, old chap, I have had
the pleasure of bringing your wife home from my
aunt's. I have told her she is the most beautiful
lady in Jamaica, and I am sure you agree with me.
You're a lucky fellow."
"I am," agreed Christopher proudly, "Won't
you come in and have a drink?"
"I'll be damned if I don't! You are quite cosy
here, old fellow: not like me, a bachelor in a big
house that one can't comfortably get drunk in by
oneself. Ah, this is comfort!"
He sank into a rocking chair on the verandah,
while Amy hastened inside to order whisky and to
see that the maid donned her- cap before making
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and see me some time. But, stop, you haven't a
car. But I could come for you."
"I should love it!" exclaimed Amy, while Chris-
topher beamed.
"Then why not today?"
"Today?" echoed Amy; "but ."
"But nothing.. I can drive you over in an hour.
I can bring you back to-night. We three can have
dinner at the old homestead; no-better than that-
I'll pick up a friend and then the four of us will
spin over. What say? Can you? Going, going,
gone! Good C-but I really mustn't swear so much,
Mrs. Brown. I' beg your pardon!"
"What do you say, Christopher?" asked Amy,
secretly quite determined on the jaunt.
"Christopher says yes," cried Hathaway: "I'll
bring you back by midnight at the latest: trust your
little Uncle Rupert for that."
"I accept your invitation with pleasure. Mr.
Hathaway," said Christupher formally, flattered be-
yond description.
"Good boy! Hurry up, lady, and let's go. We'll
pick up our fourth to keep Christopher's company
on the way."
Rupert hustled them out and into the car, as
was his way, and when they, had got down a little
lower he stopped at a mansion of a house and ask-
ed if Mr. Brody was in. Mr. Brody proved to be
a man of about forty, prosperous and important
looking, and of something like Christopher Brown's
complexion. Rupert insisted that he go with them
over to Charlemont that evening. Brody consented,
but when he saw Christopher, and took him in with
one appraising glance, he did not appear so enthu-
siastic. Amy observed that Christopher was defer-
ential to Mr. Brody, who was evidently a personage
and who apparently was certain that Christopher
was none. But Brody soon relaxed, and as they went
along he began talking to 'Christopher like an
old friend. It was Christopher who could not bring
himself to be quite at ease. He felt strange in this
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car was of the latest model. Soon they had swept
out of Kingston, and: in the thickening darkness
Amy could see the mountains bulging and tow-
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that spanned a river, they came to a dim-lighted
place, Spanish Town. which seemed in a condition
of permanent decay; out they were presently upon
the road once more, "with.mountains alternating the
plains, and the sarry sky-of the tropics above them.
Then they came to Hathaway's property.

Bananas and coconuts were its chief products,
and Amy drove through rich fields of these. The
house stood upon an eminence, a fine large build-
ing, well furnished with mahogany and wicker fur-
niture; and the dinner table, when they were short-
ly summoned to the evening meal, blazed with can-
dies, though the residence itself had a delco plant
in operation. Rupert made an admirable host.
Christopher had never sat at a table like this before.
Mr. Brody was vivacious and companionable; Amy
in a seventh heaven of delight. "You folk must
come again in the daytime," said Rupert, "when
you can see the place. I'll have some other people
here to meet you. What about next week Satur-
"Saturday I have to work," said Christopher.
"Oh, of course; and I shall be in St. James on
Sunday," said Rupert.
"I should love to see St. James," said Amy, em-
boldened by the cocktail and the sherry she had
drunk; "I hear the bathing is wonderful at Monte-
go Bay."
"It is," agreed Rupert; "what a pity you both
can't come with me. But wait: I don't suppose you
would have any objection to your wife going alone,
would you, Brown? It would be quite in order, you
"Not just herself and you!" protested Chris,
"that would certainly not be proper."
"Of course not," laughed Rupert Hathaway; "of
course not. What I was thinking is this. I could
ger up a party that would meet here for lunch on
Saturday. and then go on to Montego Bay. We
could spend Saturday and Sunday nights at one of
the hotels there, then go back to Kingston on Mon-
day. You could come, couldn't you, Brody, you and
your sister?"
"I am sure of it," said Mr. William Brody, "and
my sister would be Mrs. Brown's chaperone; though
she isn't married. She's a little older than you,
Mrs. Brown."
"Then we could chaperone one another," laugh-
ed Amy.
"You could share a double room together at the
hotel," said Brody. "You will both enjoy your-
selves. I could bring you and Claire over here from
Kingston in my car."
"That's settled then," said Amy., "When would
you call for me?"
"At about ten a.m. You can have packed your
things by then."
"You have no objection, Brown, have you?" ask-
ed Rupert, but the question was perfunctory, it be-

ing generally recognized that Amy had already set-
tled the matter.
"None in the world," said Christopher, with as-
sumed heartiness.
But in his heart he felt that Rupert Hathaway
did not want him on this excursion, nor Mr. Brpdy
either, and that Saturday had been named for a
visit to Rupert's place because it was understood
that Christopher Brown would be busy that day. He
was being politely shelved; and Amy must know it.
Yet she fell in with the plan quite readily. She
was as quick as the others to hold him as of but
little or no account. That hurt.


ON the Saturday named for the excursion to
Rupert Hatlhiauy's, and thence to Montego Bay,
Miss Brody called for Amy. Miss Brody proved to
be a bright, dashing young woman, unquestionably
pretty, and with that air of assurance which comes
from being born in comfortable circumstances and
from having always mixed with "the best people."
She was fairer in complexion than her brother,
but Amy, colour-wise by this, knew that Miss Brody
was "slightly coloured," as Mrs. Tonycroft would
have expressed it. Amy also knew that that did not
inconvenience Miss Brody in the,least, that she pro-
bably gave it no thought, that she went everywhere
and was everything, that her calling for Amy Brown
this morning was a distinct act of condescension
on her part, done to oblige her friend Rupert
Hathaway, and that in the Brodian scheme of things
Mr. Christopher Brown would have no place what-
ever now or at any other time.
"Won't you come in?" cried Amy, when the
commodious car of Miss Claire Brody stopped in
front of her house; but Miss Brody, not wishing to
meet Christopher-who, as a matter of fact, had
already departed to his work-politely declined.
"Then I'll be with yon in a minute," said Amy,
and directed one of her maids to take her suitcase
to the car.
"I'm awfully glad to know you," said Miss Brody
cordially when Amy got into the car. "My brother
has been singing your praises ever since he met you.
He made me expect to meet a wonderfully beautiful
girl, and this time he was right. All the men will
soon be raving over you."
"You'll turn my head if you talk like that,"
laughed Amy, "And what's the use of being com-
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plimented by people whom I can never know? I
don't forget my financial position, you see."
"Don't think of it," advised Claire Brody: *Just
go ahead and have a good time. You'll be asked
out, you know, here now and there next; and as
you have only one life to live, make the best of
"Do you think Mrs. Tonycroft would ever in-
vite me to one of her parties?" asked Amy cynically.
She felt she could speak freely to this girl, so near-
ly of her own age and who had on a sudden become
very friendly.
"Oh Lord! of course not. But would you want
to go? Are you going to be a snob or just one of
us, in for a good time? Look here: I am asked to
all of Mrs. Tonycroft's parties, and by other people
like her too; but I only go when I can't with de-
cency stay away. They are dull as hell, my dear;
that's plain English, isn't it?"
"But if I accept hospitality and can't return it,
what will be thought of me?" demanded Amy an-
"The men don't expect any return," Claire
pointed out, "and women like me don't want it."
"But why should you want me?" insisted Amy,
with a shrewd suspicion in her mind that Miss Brody
was talking for someone else.
The darker girl laughed. "Rupert asked me to
persuade you to join our set," she replied quite sim-
ply, "and' as an old friend I promised him I would.
But. now I have met you myself I am pressing you
on our own behalf. I think you are a jolly sort, and
we like that sort in Jamaica. Satisfied?"
"Well, I don't altogether like being a bum;, but
I don't want to have a dull time."
"With a leading place in the Sunday School as
the goal of your ambition-no, I don't see you like
that. Amy. You have too much intelligence"
Amy thought so too; and felt more and more
drawn towards this fine-looking, candid girl to whonr
life had apparently given everything. On the third
finger of Claire's left hand gleamed an expensive
engagement ring; her simple travelling dress was
of excellent material, as Amy well knew; her tall,
slight figure and air of assurance were quietly im-
pressive; her friendly candour was engaging. Amy
wondered whom she was going to marry: she was
aware it could not be Rupert. Claire, for all her
easy manner and careless good-nature, was not the
sort of young woman who would have been pleased
with her fiance's interest in a beautiful stranger,
even though the latter was married.
She had never been so far out of Kingston, in
the daytime, before. Now, for the. first time, she
could see clearly great fields of bananas stretching
away into the distance, the trees from ten to twelve
feet tall, many already heavy with great bunches of
fruit that would be cut and shipped in a little while.
Interspersing these were wide areas planted out in
cane, which grew no higher than five or six feet,
n ith long spinate leaves light green in colour; and
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The vegetation was lush, a cloud-spotted sky
hung blue and luminous over it all, and save where
high mountains cast a shadow the land was steeped
in light. These mountains sometimes rose sheer on
both sides of the road; sometimes they broke away
and allowed glimpses of flatter, rugged land to be
seen. To her, accustomed as she was to the con-
trolled and ordered beauty of the English country-
side-what she had seen of it at any rate--all this
seemed wild and untended; it seemed the tropics in
their triumphant defiance of the efforts of man. She
saw small rivers flowing peacefully towards the sea,
bordered by thick clumps of bending bamboo or
hedged by heavy trees; on the surface of some of
thee grew byacinthine flowers with thick, fleshy
leaves that formed a float or anchorage for them,
and sometimes in these rivers a few' children, black
of hue and almost naked, bathed and shouted, turn-
ing their backs discreetly to the car if their loin-
cloths had slipped or were too exiguous. Peasants
trudged along the road, the women driving donkeys
held by ropes before them. Carts drawn by mules
went by, or speeding motor trucks heaped perilous-
ly high with passengers as well as goods. Now aund
then a car would rush past them, or come swaying
at full speed from the opposite direction: there would
be a flash of white or brown faces, and then it
would be gone. On these zigzagging roads, with
automobiles of every description driven at high
speed by native chauffeurs. Amy wondered that ac-
cidents did not hourly occur But she noticed how
dexterously these drivers handled their steering
wheels; and if sometimes the cars seemed about
to rush into each other, there was always that last
little twist that took them out of danger's way.
A sunny land, a 'land drenched in sunlight
which, as she already khew from experience, could
become oppressive ai the dun mounted towards the
zenith and remained a blazing ball of heat until it
had sunk again belo' the horizon. But driving
rapidly over these white limestone or asphalted
roads the breeze fanned one's cheeks and the eye
was ever attracted by something striking in the
scenery ahead or on each side. The coconut palms
sprang up to a great height, slender from base to
frond-crowned summit; the fronds themselves, green
or yellowing, waved in the wind or hung downwards,
sheltering clusters of nuts whose size ranged from
that of a baby's fist to that of a man's head, the
younger nuts green, the older, riper ones yellow.
Big trees with leaves of glossy green were laden
with scarlet fruit that were really a vegetable
known as the ackee, and some of these fruit, open-
ing in their maturity, revealed thick yellowish fing-
ers of vegetable matter, at the end of each of which
glistened a large polished black seed. Other trees had
leaves that were a burnished purple on one side, a
metallic green upon the other, the harmonising con-
trast making a beautiful display as the multitudinous
leaves fluttered and sparkled at every puff of breeze.
This tree bore the starapple, a deliri ui pulpy fruit;
and everywhere one saw the broad, handsome leaves
of the breadfruit, and sometimes the fruit them-
selves hanging huge and globular from the limbs
in clusters, a substitute for or complement to bread
according to one's circumstances, and watched by
the peasant farmer as something to be depended
upon in times of hardship.

How hilly it all was, thought Amy, as the car
climbed up and then descended a slope; and when
she passed an old house standing unpainted in what
looked like neglected grounds she wondered if any-
one lived there, and if the people were white or
black or brown....
The whites were but a few thousand in this
country: fifteen or twenty thousand she had heard:
she was not quite sure. Twenty thousand was not
a great number among a million and more: the
difference in proportion gave the whites a social
significance which she already appreciated. She
knew now why even a fellow like Swiffles would
count here for more than he ever could among the
teeming millions of London, though she had already
realized that he would never count for anything
as much as Christopher had led him, in London, to
believe. He had no class. He had no personality
that could assist him to achieve anything of a posi-
tion. That would not matter much to Swiffles, who
was better off now than he would ever have been
at home, especially in the matter of health; but she
felt that she could never be happy were she destined
to remain only in the sphere to which it had pleased
Christopher to call her.
He was rapidly becoming out of place in the
scheme of things in which she was beginning to
find herself. She could never take him again among
company that would simply not tolerate him twice.
She felt more than a stirring of resentment against
him: he had deceived her bitterly: he had brought
her out to be a mere nothing: he had deliberately
planned to keep her down to his own mean level. It
did not seem to her to matter, in her judgment of
the situation, that she herself had told Christopher
nothing whatever about a certain damaging incident
in her past. He knew nothing about that, and would
never know now. Therefore it did not concern him.
But he was very much a fact in her present life, and
a fact that was an increasingly disturbing factor.
How could such a factor be dealt with?
She implicitly believed Rupert Hathaway's as-
sertion that she was the most beautiful young wo-
man in Jamaica. Even in London, among those with
whom she had mixed, she had stood out for her
looks and her brightness of spirits. In Jamaica she
might become a kind of queen among people not so
well endowed by nature as herself. There were
heights to which she could never aspire: her posi-
tion made that impossible. But who could have
thought. even two weeks ago, that she would now
be speeding on to a week-end party of persons who
indubitably did stand among the island's aristor
cracy? It was almost a dream, a miracle; and they
really wanted her company too. Rupert Hat haway
principally, of course, but this girl beside her seem-
ed also quite genuine, and Amy knew that the fav-
our of a young woman of Claire's class and p:sitiltn
could signify more to her social success than the
enthusiasm of a young, unmarried man. That, in-
deed, might eventually lead only to gossip and scan-
"Do you know you have been silent for nearly
half-an-hour?" suddenly asked Claire. "I didn't want
to disturb your reverie; I thought that perhaps the
scenery had got you and -that you preferred to en-
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"It is very beautiful."
"All strangers say lhat. and we Jamaicans are
proud of their praise. But wait until we are on the
way to Montego Bay. I can promise you something
gorgeous then.
"And here," Claire continued, "we are at Ru-
pert's place. You couldn't see much of it in the
darkness the other night."
"Isn't it lovely?" cried Amy, as the car wound
upwards to the house on the eminence ihroniiL
scenery that now could be seen.
"Yes, and well kept too. Rupert makes money
out of this property. He is a good planter for all
his apparent slap-dash."
The car drew up in front of the stone stairway
leading up to the first floor of the house, and Ru--
pert came out to meet them. Claire's brother would
be coming on later to lunch; the other members of
the party were already there. Three girls, two
blonde, the other brunette, were in beach pyjamas
of a variegated pattern; three young men were evi-
dently their attendant cavaliers. They were all
young, Rupert being the oldest person present. Amy
was introduced, and immediately induced to swallow
a pony whisky-and-soda; then she was whisked off by
Claire to get rid of the dust she had accumulated
on her journey. She was busy thinking of the peo-
ple she had just been introduced to. They seemed
a free and easy lot, naturally polite and agreeable
and ready to regard her as one of themselves. She
was thrilled with expectation.
After washing up she joined the rest of the
party on the front verandah of the house. They
were lounging about in easy postures, some on
swinging couches, the others in long wicker chairs.
The ground in front sloped gently towards a wood,
and, in parts of the open space between, cattle
grazed near a pond of dark still water. Bananas
grew almost everywhere; in the distance the red or
green roof of some planter's residence stood out,
and, because of its elevation, the atmosphere of
Rupert's house was cool. "We are going to have
a very early lunch and then start off to Montego
Bay," explained Rupert. "We have all been up early
this morning, and so twelve o'clock will not be too
soon for "us to eat. Will that suit you, Amy?"
"Perfectly: I had a light breakfast."
"I suspected so. Meanwhile shall we have cock-
tails now, or would you prefer a whisky-and-soda?"
"But I have just had one, Mr. Hathaway!" pro-
tested Amy.
"Another cannot possibly harm you, especially

as we are all on the spree. And it's Rupert, please,
not Mr. Hathaway."
"Very well, Rupert; but, remember, I don't want
to get drunk."
"You shall not. And you girls had better get
ready to start immediately after lunch. You must
dress before lunch. Brody will be here any minute
The time passed rapidly, Amy talking and get-
ting to know her new acquaintances better :in the
course of conversation. Mr. Brody arrived, and then
they went in to lunch. The long, polished maho-
gany table with its centre adorned with flowers, the
excellent service of the butler and the maid, the
fine flavour of the fish cak-.. thii c:hiikh-u. errved
with white wine or whisky iac ordini t, preferen.'t.
the native strawberries and whipped cream-all
this seemed perfect to Amy. The other girls had
changed into travelling dresses, and Amy thought
them all pretty. She was especially charmed with
the absence of anything like constraint.
"Don't you find it damned dull out here after
your life in London?" the brunette girl presently
asked her. This one was of very striking personal-
ity, utterly careless about ordinary conventions and
decidedly handsome.
"Well, London is always bright," admitted Amy;
"but I was a working woman, you know, and that
cramped my style."
"There are worse things than having to work,"
said her questioner, who was a Mrs. Marley whose
husband was then on a business mission in New
York. "You don't find time hang so heavy on your
hands when you have a lot to do. We are some-
times awfully bored out here. Aren't we, Jane?"
This to the elder of the two blonds.
"I'll say so, my God!" exclaimed that vivacious
lady. "I am never bored in London."
"Your parents are alive, aren't they, Mrs
Brown?" asked Mrs. MNarley.
"Both of them," answered Amy. "My 'father is
a retired captain: the infantry, you know. I was
hearing only the other day of a Colonel Hepburn
'who was attached to a regiment out. here some years
ago. I think I have heard father speak of him. He
was a cousin of ours."
"I knew him," said Mr. Brody, somewhat to
Amy's alarm. For Colonel Hepburn had been made
a relation only within the last few seconds. "I can
see a resemblance between you and him," Brody con-
tinued. "He was here about twelve years ago."
Amy breathed a silent sigh of relief. Then,
boldly, she resumed. "Yes; that was about the time.

'I have always heard that we Hepburns resemble
one a not er."
"Scotch, aren't they?" asked Muriel' Marley.
"Brody here has! Scotch blood in his, veins; that's
why, heis .so damned mean. Aren't you, Brody
"You are a liar as well as impolite, my dear,"
answered Mr. Brody calmly. As he was noted for
hospitality and generosity he did not turn a hair
at Muriel 3larley's remark. Besides, they were
great friends, and he knew she was but kidding
Sotcl originally," laughed Amy; "but my
fatter himself was born, as I was, in England; and
my mother is English."
"And we are all very rude to be putting Amy
tilr'.uugh a sort of catechism," said Rupert with mock
,I 0h, but I don't mind it in [lie least," cried
Amy. who was noew so firmly fixed in the higher
ai myn ranks that she felt that not even an attack
id nmas formation could dislodge her. That Colonel
Hepburn, who had been in Jamai,:a so many years
before, had been a godsend. She only hoped that
he would never return. He might, too, be dead.
After all, we must die at some time, and the best
time is when we are likely to be a nuisance to
"And you are married to a Jamaican," said Jane
Sorrel, the unmarried blond sister of Muriel Marley.
"That makes you a Jamaican, in a way, doesn't
"I suppose so," said Amy, but with no enthu-
siasm-what would these dashing girls think if and
when they ever saw Chri.tiopheri? she wondered in
"Don't let him keep you at home too much: that
is what I advise," continued Jane; then suddenly
remembered that Rupert had hinted that Christo-
pher was a man entirely out of their set, and that
Amiy had clearly made a great mistake in marry-
ing him. She saw something of a warning in Ru-
pert's eyes even now. Dangerous ground, she rapid-
ly thought. Jane, in spite of her devil-may-care
manner, was a good-natured girl. She changed the
They rose from lunch, went off to male all
their last preparations, and prese-ntly were thronging
down the steps towards the waiting cars. These
were three. Rupert would take four of his guests
in his seven-seater: Mrs. Marley and a young Eng-
lishman who wanted to make love to her would be
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side him in front so that he might point out
distinctive features of the country through which
they would pass. He would drive himself. He led
the way, the others following at a distance sufficient
to save them from the dust of his car. It was to-
wards two in the afternoon when they set out for
Montego Bay, which lay something like ninety miles


THE wine she had drunk at lunch, the air of the
highlands through which they rushed on their
way to the seacoast, the presence beside her of a
young man whom she liked, who so obviously ad-
mired her and was now intent upon giving her a
good time, exhilarated Amy's spirits: she could have
sung aloud through sheer happiness. She was not
endowed with an exquisite artistic sensitiveness;
yet the scenery that unfolded itself before her eyes
as they sped along enchanted her. Dull indeed
of soul would she have been had it failed to make
any appeal to her.
From a height she caught sight of a blue and
purple sea in the distance, overarched by a canopy
of azure. Presently she was passing through a
town with its main street flanked on one side by a
number of shops of a primitive character, in which
the owners lounged about waiting for customers or
plying their various trades. A Chinaman stood be-
hind his counter conversing with a couple of native
women, a shoemaker sat at the threshold of his
Iiltle cubicle hammering leather for repairs, a bar-
ber played dominoes with some other man in the
absence of anyone who wanted his hair trimmed,
a small haberdashery establishment displayed cheap
dusty goods for sale under the superintendence of
a brown lady who looked important as she lazily
stared out upon the world of laughing or chatter-
ing pedestrians outside. It was a slow-moving,
easy-going Jamaica town; yet by no means dead or
decaying. The sun compelled slow movement, and
the temperament of the people induced them to a
*emi-indolent way of taking life as it came.
"Isn't this beautiful" exclaimed Amy, interrupt-
ing some other remark she had been making as
they came into full view of the open sea, which
rolled away, white, opalescent, blue and purple to
the edge of the distant horizon.
"Wonderful," agreed Rupert with pride, for he
was proud of his country's loveliness.
The sands that edged the sea were heavy white,
with pitted rocks among them here and there. The

contour of the shore-line was a series of shallow in-
dentations, and again and again the sea itself was
partly obscured by the coconut palms that grew close
to the water, by fruit and other evergreen trees,
by the gardens of peasants, and thatched huts that
formed tiny settlements along the route. Out yon-
der, where sometimes a long ridge of submerged
rock rose almost to the surface, the water surged
and frothed a glittering white; against some green
promontory thrusting itself boldly into the sea the
inrushing waves broke with a high shower of snowy,
flashing spray. Still pools were here and there, shel-
tered in miniature coves, and so blue and baiutifti l
that only an artist's brush could describe them, or
the pen of a master. But the eye could see and
delight in them; and even Amy, so much of the
earth earthy, fell in rapturous love with all this
beauty that was spread out before her gaze.
"I did not know that Jamaica was so marvel-
lous," she said to Rupert. "Oh, I am so glad I am
"And I am more than glad," he hastened to
answer. "There is the beauty of nature, which is
lovable, and the beauty of a beautiful girl, which
is still more lovable, and I am enjoying both at
this moment."
"You musn't say much things to me, you know,"
she replied, lowering her vice. She was conscious
that Muriel Marley and her friend were within hear-
ing distance in the car.
"Can't pay you a compliment richly deserved?"
he asked.
"One can pay compliments within reason; but
yours are extravagant."
"Do they seem so to you? I mean them. They
are not merely compliments; they are from the
"Keep them there then: that's safer."
"Why should we always want to be safe?" he
demanded. "That's a coward's wish."
"You can be as reckless as -you like:' you are
a man and a bachelor," she reminded him. "I am
a married woman. That makes all the difference.
Besides it is not proper that I should listen to extra-
vagant compliments from a comparative stranger,
is it?"
"That's right, Amy," came the clear voice of
Muriel Marley, whose sharp ear had caught some-
thing of the conversation between the two. "Don't
allow Rupert to make wild love to you: he is too
precipitate. That's what I am telling James here.
I will be made love to only within discreet limits.
We married women have our reputations to think

of when we are young. When we are much older
we won't mind them: unfortunately, no one will
mind us then!"
"In the meantime, mind your own business,
Muriel," called back Rupert gaily. "I am not say-
ing a word which is not permissible and which I
wouldn't say before Amy's husband. Only cats like
you wish to misunderstand."
"Go to the devil!" replied Muriel briefly, and
resumed her own flirtation.
But thereafter Rupert took care to modulate his
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To the left of them rose mountains verdant to
their very summits. Great cotton trees stood out
at times singly on a height, their branches beset
with parasitic plants; the land fell into flat spaces
and valleys at intervals, and in lush pastures half-
bred Indian cattle or Herefords strolled slowly or
stood immovable, too used to motor cars and vehicles
of the kind to turn a curious eye in their direction.
Patches of maize gleamed a metallic green under
ardent rays, young banana trees showed delicately
against the dark ploughed ground in which they
grew; at times a little stream crossed the road to
flow gently into the sea, and, up above, the huge
scavenger birds, the John Crows as they are local-
ly called, sailed through the radiant air.
Trucks and carts laden with bananas and other
tropical produce thundered by, and when they pass-
ed through a village the children would scream a
greeting to them. Here and there. too, Amy would
notice what looked like a town that had fallen to
decay: a place with a few large, ruined houses out.
if which sprang huge trees, and buildings that look-
ed like a wharf- and pier now in a state of utter
"This place," said Rupert of one of them, "was
a flourishing town a hundred years ago. That was
when a lot of sugar and rum was shipped here:
the country around had sugar estates. It is dead
now; merely a Negro village."
"It was young and beautiful once, then grew
uld and of no account,". said Amy, surprised and
rather elated at her way of putting the matter.
"That is rather like human beings."
"Yes; and that is why human beings should
make the most of youth, Amy, don't you think?"
"Meaning what, Rupert?"
"Oh, just getting what fun we can when we are
"You get all the fun you want."
"Maybe, maybe not, I feel beastly bored at
times, as if-well, as if I had really nothing worth-
while to live for,"
"Wait until you get married: it will be differ-
"You are married. Do you find it perfect, then,
or even satisfactory?"
"You knowv you have no right to ask me such
a question."
"Of course I haven't-in a way. But we are
talking philosophy aren't we? At least I believe it
is what is called philosophy. I don't really know
what philosophy is myself."
"I don't either; but it seems that we-or rather
you-are talking about ourselves."
"And you haven't answered my last question."
"I don't intend to. It isn't a fair question. You
will pretend to forget that I am poor and married
to a poor man who is only a clerk in one of your
Kingston stores. Our circumstances are so differ-
ent that they admit of no comparison."
"Which means that you don't find life very sat-
isfactory, even though you are married. Yet you
bid me wait till I am married, and tell me I shall
find life worthwhile. Don't you see that it all de-
pends upon whom one gets, and not so much as
upon one's circumstances?"
"It may depend upon both."
"I agree; but suppose one in good circumstances
meets too late the girl one wants: what then?"
"That is what men are always saying to some
woman; then presently they marry so)meoin else,
and perhaps keep on saying thb-e .ame thing."
"Good God! don't you think that one can be in
deadly earnest sometimes?"
"Yes; but when? Men are very much alike, and
I have met a few, you know. I am not exactly a
"You are a lovely and adorable younn womann"
"And married."
"I have heard that before-from you."
"And from others, no doubt, Did.it make much
difference to those others?" '
"Does it make much difference to you?"
"A whale of a difference. I have my husband
as well as myself to think of."'
"Do you wish your husband were with us now?"
She pretended at the moment to be attracted
by some peculiarly beautiful scenery through which
they were passing. But Rupert was not deceived.
They had driven quickly; there was still plenty
of sunlight and a cool wind blew landwards
from the sea. Houses of a different type began to
appear, bungalows: they were on the outskirts of
Montego Bay. Then, at length, they drew up be-
fore the hotel at which they proposed to stay, and
Amy alighted, stiff a little but still full of energy,
and the others came out of the following cars with
much laughter and aniination. They all 'went to
their respective rooms to wash off the dust, and
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decided they would not dress for dinner that even-
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open semi-patio space fronting the cocktail bar Amy
could look at a sunset such as she had never seen
before. A.riot of blue and crimson, a mass of gold
and pearl and purple, flamed to the west; it seem-
ed as though the skies were all on fire with every
rainbow hue. The sea, crystal green near the shore,
azure farther off, wine-coloured where it stretched
t> the horizon, almost matched the sky in beauty.
To the right gleamed golden sands, the fanimsi bath-l-
ing beach of Montego Bay. Far away to the left
and north low green hills and flatter land glowed
in the luminosity of the evening, and more to the
left in a curve of the shore nestled low-lying build-
ings which she knew to be the business and residen-
tial section of Montego Bay.
"Come to cocktails, Amy," called out Muriel
Marley, "the scenery can wait.".
She turned and sat down at one of the tables-
three had been drawn close together for her party.
Rupert had 'already ordered cocktails. Amy looked
more particularly at the other people about. In the
paved terrace fronting the bar, at little tables, sat
a crowd of persons she did not know; but there
were three she saw with whom she was acquainted.
One was Mr. Solomon Joseph.,
Mr. Joseph was accompanied by a lady of some

good looks but of rather nondescript appearance
otherwise: you would not have called her exactly
a lady, and certainly not a member of the local
"smart set." She ,as juire evidently Mr. Joseph's
only friend in this place. Amy caught his eyes
and bowed; he half rose out of his chair and bowed
most profoundly in turn, then looked as if he con-
templated coming up to her to shake hands. I-astily,
at this indication, she averted her eyes: he would
be as out of tune in the company at her table 2s
Christopher himself. But even as she did so she
experienced a spasm of alarm. He was Christopher's
boss. And the slights of the wives are often visited
upon the husbands, instinct signalled to her.
The other two men she had seen together were
Mr. Eugene Isidore and Mr. Henry Hallibut, he who
had taken her to polo on more than one occasion.
Through the edge of her eye she saw that they had
risen and were coming towards her party confident-
ly. They passed Solomon and gave him a nod, Mr.
Isidore's being the more friendly of the two, and
yet not intimate. In another moment the two men
were shaking hands with her and with the rest of
the party, who greeted them with enthusiastic cor-
"Join us at cocktails," cried Rupert; "what the
deuce are you doing down here?"





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going to be content with gin cocktails when a rich
man like you is around. I am sure you rob your
customers enough to stand us all champagne!"
"Remember, he is also a planter, and therefore
is robbed as well as robbing," said Rupert, "and
anyway I intended to have champagne at dinner."
"I know that, old son," retorted Muriel, "other-
wise I would not be in your company; but we shall
have champagne now as well as at dinner, and
Shylock will pay."
"So he will," laughed Mr. Isidore; "and does
it never strike you, Muriel, that it is Shylock who
always pays? Unless my memory of Shakespeare
is at fault, he does so in the play: everything is
taken from him. Shylock is the world's compulsory
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tendants who bustled about, all willingness and good
nature, and ordered champagne cocktails; then he
turned to Amy. "I haven't seen you since that day
uyou came into my shop," he said, "it's a pleasure to
meet you here."
"I am glad to see you, too," she replied, quite
"And me?" asked Henry Hallibut.
"Of course you know I am."
"Claire," cried Muriel Marley to Miss Brody,
"do you notice how Amy attracts the men? Here
are these two who have just joined us falling over
one another to get a nice word out of her. That's
a poor compliment to the rest of us! We shall
have to set up a woman's trade union against
"If you do I'll commit suicide," retorted Amy.
"I think more of your friendship than of any
"You can say that, my dear, because you know
that it will not put off the men any more than bees
are put off by honey. They'll follow you around as
meekly, no matter what you say, as Mary's little
lamb followed Mary. But who was that fat fellow
I saw you bow to just now?"
"He? Oh, that is Mr. Solomon Joseph."
"And who may Mr. Solomon Joseph be when
he is at home?"
"Just Mr. Solomon Joseph, only a little more
so." interposed Isidore, wishing to save Amy from
any difficulty of explanation. With swift tactful-
ness he stopped her from having to say anything
about Solomon being her husband's employer.
The cocktails came, so did other people, all
available space was now occupied, and the party
grew even more hilarious; a spirit of good fellow-
ship spread among those who were for the most part
of the same set, or at least of the same class, and
every group seemed to be enjoying itself to the
full. Then dinner was served, an excellent meal,
and at a long table Rupert's guests, enlarged now
by Hallibut and Isidore, sat down to dine and to
have more wine and more fun; and through the
open southern windows they could catch glimpses
of the darkened sea that lapped incessantly against
the walls of the brilliantly lighted hotel. Amy
threw herself into the heart of everything. This
indeed, she felt, was the life. These were smart,
bright people, the sort she should mix with always,
the kind who would always appreciate her. It was
simply grand to be amongst them. If only it could
There was' an orchestra playing in the paved
platform or terrace, and couple after couple left the
tables to dance. Rupert asked Amy if she would
dance with him, and she rose. Jazzing under the
stars was new to her, and delightful, and the wine
he had drunk had made Rupert bolder than ever.
"Do you know I love you?" he said to her as they
jazzed past a table stationed against the balustrade
that hedged in tie platform from the sea.
"S-hhhh!" she warned fiercely; "are you mad?"
For she had noticed what he had not: that at
the table were seated Mr. Solomon Joseph and his
lady friend, and she feared that Rupert's words
might have been overheard. They had not been;




but Mr. Joseph had noticed Rupert's attentions to
Mrs. Christopher Brown, had seen something in his
attitude which, to the experienced eye of Mr. Solo-
mon Joseph,. denoted feeling .intenser than mere
friendly admiration, and had particularly observed
that Christopher was not of the company-which in-
deed was not possible, since he had left Christopher
in Kingston. Mr. Joseph's sense of propriety was
outraged. He himself had more than once made
love to married women, but that of course was al-
together a different matter. Certainly the women
had been different.
He had had some wine at dinner. Although he
suffered from an inferiority complex-to use a term
now much in fashion-his sense of it sometimes
goaded him to assert himself; and wine is a great
aid to self-assertion. So, no sooner had the dance
ceased, than he asked the lady he was with to ex-
cuse him, and walked up to the group in which was
"How do you do, Mrs. Brown?" he enquired,
with what he believed to be an air of easy and ac-
customed friendliness, the air of a gentleman and
a man of the world. As a matter of fact it was a
bit of a swagger with a suggestion of defiance, as
cf one who should say "I don't care a fig for any of
you," while caring very much.
Amy rose. She could not remain sitting to talk
t0 him, for that would have left him on his legs
isolated, and might have forced Rupert or someone
else to ask him to take a chair. And she did not
want him to remain. She knew that he was do-
ing this because he had a sort of hold over her
on account of her husband's position, so, though she
tried to smile politely, she would gladly have seen
him fall in a fit at the moment. She sensed hostil-
ity to Mr. Joseph in her party also. Muriel's face
expressed it openly; indeed, Muriel whisp'red under
her breath. "damned cheek." Claire Brody stared
stonily in front of her. Her brother smiled slight-
ly. Solomon clearly understood that he was not
welcome, was regarded as an impudeur interloper;
but he buttressed his courage by telling himself
that he did not care a fig for a set of blasted snobs.
"I saw Christopher just before leaving Kingston,"
he began in a loud voice, when, rising also, the suave
and cultivated Eugene Isidore interrupted him.
"At what hour did you leave Kinc'.tun. Joseph?"
asked Isidore, with the manner of an old friend,
taking the conversation into his own hands.
"At about eleven o'clock."
"Ah, that is why you arrived a little earlier
than I and Hallibut did. You know Hallibut, of
course? He says so. Did you stop on the way?"
"No, came right through. I said to Brown-he
is my ."
"You mean to say you came alone right
through? What a very energetic man. Hallibut
and I came over the road together today"-a -light
gesture to Hallibut from Eugene had already
brought Henry to his side-"and we were saying
how much easier travelling to Montego Bay will be
when all the roads are asphalted. Of course, they
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is your make of car?"
Eugene had nianaped. adroitly, to put hlimse.lf
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her seat and resolutely turned her back upon the
standing men. Her blood was up, her alarm had
evaporated for the moment. Christopher might be
only a clerk in Solomon Joseph's miserable shop, but
she was no one's servant and would not have a
common, vulgar looking person obtruding himself
upon her in public. She would show her friends,
too, how she felt about this impertinence; hence
she emphasised her disdain. Eugene was a brick:
he knew how to handle the situation. Mr. Solomon
Jiseph was being treated as an outsider--exactly
as he deserved. Eugene had managed that.
The orchestra started again; this was to have
been Isidore's dance with her, but he continued to
talk to Mr. Joseph. Rupert, seeing that Isidore was
persistently engaged, seized Amy by the hand and
dragged her into the dancing space. Then Tsidore
put out his hand and formally bade Mlr. Joseph good-
nieht. as did Henry Hallibut also. iMr. Joseph could
not fail to understand that he had been finally dis-
missed from all communication with that party that
"Phew, what a bore!" said Hallibut. "I met
hiiim Ince at the Browns. A pushing fellow."
"And common, and inferior, and likely to die
very rich," said Isidore. "Incidentally, he hates me
like lbill."
"He won't love you any better than he did be-
fore for stopping him from making up to Amy to-
niReht." commented Henry with a grin; "for you
toppedd him sure."
"That was my intention. He'll hate her too,
and will try to get even with her."
"'Through her husband? What a pity, Eugene,
that a girl like that married a man like Brown: what
c~.uld have possessed her?"
"I don't seek to solve mysteries, old man; yet I
think I could prophesy about her now..."
"You mean that Solomon Joseph?. ."
Oh, no. He doesn't count. He cannot do her
a thing, though he will try. I am thinking of
s.nimething else."

"| PEEL like sacking her husband and showing her
what is what!" stormed Mr. Solomon Joseph.
"He has nothing to do with it," his mother
pointed out judiciously, "and if you sack him, .Isi-
drre might give him a job; in fact he would."
That aspect of the matter had already occurred
to MIr. Joseph, yet he wished to deceive himself into
thiikin that he could show the whip-hand where
C'lriseopher and his wife were concerned.
He had returned from Montego Bay that very
day. Sunday, though he had intended staying long-
er: he had told himself that he would not endure an
lhour longer than he must the insolence of Amy,
Euien- and the others, though they would only have
ignored him; he wanted as early as possible to talk
nver a plan of action in connection with Amy. and
Isidore Action: that was what his soul now' craved.
He went to his mother as to a confidant he could
trust He had been (he assured himself) insulted,
andr that by a girl whose husband was his employee
and by a man who was his determined rival.
Nlr-. Joseph was deeply indignant at the treat-
iment nhich had been dealt out to her son; she thor-
ouehly understood and agreed with his desire for an
adequate revenge. But discharging Christopher
wouldn't help the situation; she .saw. clearly: she
kniew also that Solomon would see that and so do
nothing foolish. Also, such an act, besides being
.tiipid. would be unjust. Christopher was a good
and faithful servant. And Mrs. Joseph liked him.
"*Arn I to put up with such forwardness?" de-
roanded Solomon.
M rs. Joseph didn't see exactly what else he
c:uld do; but that only increased her indignation.
"It is Isidore," she said definitively. "If he
hadn't interfered, the girl would have been polite
ti you instead of treating you like a dog before all
the re;t of the people there."
"I hate that man; Oh, how I hate him!" cried
Solomon. "I would do anything I could to get even
with him!"
For one wild moment the thought of reducing
the prit e of some popular article sold by both Eu-
eene and himself flashed across his mind, but was
promptly discarded. He would suffer far more than
I-idore. who indeed might carry that sort of war
nmui h farther that Mr. Solomon Joseph even dared
to think of without a shudder.
"Leave him to the Lord," counselled his mother
sootingly; "I don't doubt that the next hurricane
will sweep away his whole plantation of bananas;
in fa t. I feel in my bones it will be so."
'"Bi. I have an interest in a banana property
near :to his," Solomon reminded her in alarm; "if
he get hurt, I get hurt too."
This was an aspect of the matter necessitating
a very different kind of feeling in Mrs. Solomon
J'-seph'- bones: she had never believed in the wis-
dr.m of cutting off one's nose to spite one's face.
Nevertheless: "Leave him to the Lord," she re-
peated "A man like that can't persecute you all the

days of your life and not pay for it. He knows
you are better than him, and that is why he goes
on like this. He is jealous of you, me son."
Now even Solomon, in his conceit, could not
bring himself to believe that the handsome Eugene
Isidore, who mixed in such good society, was so
well liked by persons who simply would not even
know Mr. Joseph, who was a large planter as well
as a merchant-was wealthy, indeed, apart from be-
ing a merchant and planter-could be jealous of
him. So he fell back upon the conclusion that Eu-
gene just hated him out of pure malignancy, being
a devil incarnate. It never occurred to him that he
had begun the feud between them by hating Eugene
first, and that Eugene might be getting a lot of fun
out of him. Or that Eugene might consider him
generally objectionable. Or that he had had no
right, the night before, to force himself upon Amy's
attention as he had done. He viewed his relations
with Mr. Isidore strictly from his own point of
view: he was right; the other man was a scoundrel;
and Amy was a detestable and impudent little snob
who ought not to go unpunished.
"It is Christopher I feel sorry for," said Mrs.
Joseph, expressing a feeling that had long been in
her mind. On the whole, though not forgiving
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as Amy was concerned. She had perceived SolD-
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Mrs. Brown: any possibility of developments in
that direction now seemed ruled out. That was to
the good. But Isidore was none the less a scoun-
"She is making an old shoe of him," agreed
Solomon; "and perhaps the fool don't see it."
"He sees it all right enough, or he will very
soon," replied the wise old lady. "He must know
that she goes where he isn't wanted; in fact where
they wouldn't have him. What that means? He
may put up with it; but ."
"You think I should say anything to him?" ask-
ed Solomon eagerly. "You think I should tell him
how I saw her and Hathaway carrying 6n last
"You didn't," corrected his mother firmly. "From
what you just tell me, they were only dancing and
dining and carousing together, with a lot of other
people. What can you tell him that twenty other
people didn't see?"
"I know Hathaway is making love to her," said
Solomon bluntly.
"I know that myself, me darling, but it is a
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"are we to allow such a thing to go on? Is the
wife of a clerk in my store to have her name coupled
with another man, and I do nothing about it?"
"There is nothing you can do, except get rid of
the clerk-and you know you not going to do that."
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in a certain establishment should be slowed down
as a consequence of blasphemy.
"Poor Christopher," mused Mrs. Joseph; "it is
him, as I say already, that I am sorry for. Well,
we can only wait and see what happen. Don't in-
terfere, Solomon. After all, it is none of your busi-
ness. But if any trouble comes, you must help
A great light broke in upon Mr. Solomon
Joseph. Of course. There was bound to be trouble;
he could see that his mother sensed that. In which
case he might get even with the insolent Amy and
the hateful Isidore, and all other persons connected
with them, by helping Christopher to assert himself
and his authority as a husband. What could be done
he didn't just then know; but at any rate he would
stand by, a friend ready to come to a fellow-man's as-
sistance; and he would strive to find some means
of letting Christopher know that he could count
upon him.
The next day, Monday, Mr. Joseph, who had been
thinking, had a little talk with Swiffles.
Swiffles had proved a very satisfactory Director.
of Tailoring. Already his branch of the business
had boomed; the suits that had been turned out by
the Solomon Joseph store had given satisfaction and
were being talked about. Swiffles was hardworking,
conscientious, anxious to please: people liked him.
Mr. Joseph was already thinking of giving him a
contract for an additional five years, so as to pre-
vent his going on his own at the termination of
his present two-years' agreement.
"Swiffles," said Mr. Joseph casually, "I saw
your friend,' Mrs. Brown-she's your friend, isn't
she?-down at Montego Bay on Saturday."
"Yes, sir," answered Swiffles, who could not deny
Mr. Joseph's statement, but could perceive no rea-
son for commenting on it.
"She was there," continued Mr. Joseph, with an
assumption of indifference, "with a lot of swell peo-
ple. I don't see how her husband can afford to
associate with such people. His friends-and hers
-ought to give him a hint about running into
debt-by the way did you finish that suit for Mr.
"Oi sent it home an Saturday."
"Splendid. You are a dependable man, Swiffles,
and you're going to get on."
"Thank you very kindly, sir."
"Don't mention it, me boy. Yes as I was
saying, some friend of Mrs. Brown's ought to drop
her a hint about spending so much money; and
say a word in Brown's ear too. He is a good man,
but if you get into debt mixing with all this sort
of flighty people, it gets hard for you. Don't you
think I am right?"
"Oi think so," agreed Swiffles heartily.
"Well, a friend of Mrs. Brown's, like you, can
say a word in time. I can't, you see, for they might
think I was interfering on account of my position;
and I wouldn't like them to do that."
Swiffles hesitated. He was flattered at being
taken in so friendly a fashion into Mr. Joseph's
confidence: this was an aspect of directorship of
tailoring which was to be appreciated. It was also
an invitation to him to act as mentor to good but

slightly misguided friends. But he felt that he
ought to set Christopher right in the eyes of their
"Oi don't think," he hesitatingly remarked,
"that Brown is mixing with all these big people
himself. It is Hamy."
"You mean that Brown is out of it, but his
wife in it?"
"Not in any wrong sense, you know, sir-oh,
"Of course not. I understand. And I didn't
see him with her in Montego Bay; only she and
her friends were there. But who pay for all this
sort of thing, Swiffles?"
"Oi don't know, sir. I hardly ever see Mrs.
Brown now-a-days."
"You don't tell me that you don't bother with
them any more? I thought from what Christopher
said that you and they were friendly."
"Oi use to know Hamy well in London," re-
plied Swiffles a little bitterly, "but since she come
out here she don't seem to want to bother with me,
and that is the truth."
"But that is snobbishness," protested Mr.
Joseph. "She and you are from the same country,
the same city; and you used to know her very well,
"Yes, sir."
"Well, she seems quite a great lady now, but I
don't suppose she was great in London."
"She was just an ordinary girl in a shop; and
her father and mother was people like meself."
"I thought so. Tell me all about it, Swiffles:
I can see that you have been badly treated."
Swiffles told him what he knew, the truth.
Captain Hepburn was demoted by Swiffles to his
true military rank of retired sergeant; Amy's mo-
ther became a working wife once more. To all
this Mr. Joseph listened with avidity. He won-
dered how it could be utilised to bring Amy Brown
back to reason and to prove to Mr. Isidore that
Mr. Joseph was far superior socially to this girl
whom Isidore evidently thought a great lady.
Solomon dismissed Swiffles pleasantly in a lit-
tle while, and then walked over to Isidore's store.
He guessed that the latter would be back from
the country by then. They sometimes met one an-
other in each other's place to talk over some mat-
ter of business accommodation: in this instance Mr.
Joseph resolved upon asking whether he could ob-
tain from Isidore the names of some agents in the
United States which he already knew. Any excuse
would do. And it didn't matter much if Isidore
should see through the excuse.
He would pretend he had noticed nothing wrong
about the treatment meted out to him on the pre-
ceding Saturday. It might even be that Isidore
imagined he had not noticed it.
Isidore was on the spot and was as polite as
usual. He was even cordial, for he guessed that
Solomon was sore at having been circumvented in
Montego Bay in his attempt to thrust himself upon
Amy Brown, and Isidore actually felt a little sorry
for his rival. But he knew that the latter had come
over to see him on no mere matter of business.
He gave the unnecessary information readily.
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time you were having in Montego Bay, Isidore," he
said; "though of course you are a society man and
I am not. Did Mrs. Brown go down with you?"
"You heard me say on Saturday that I went
down with Hallibut, Joseph; why should Mrs.
Brown go down with me?"
"Why shouldn't she? As a matter of fact, if
I had known she was going I would have offered her
a lift meself. For I don't suppose she can easily
afford to pay for a motor car."
"I don't know anything about her financial af-
fairs. She came down with her friends. She has
very pleasant friends."
"Excellent. I am glad of it, for I don't like to
see a stranger, especially a woman, having a dull
time out here. She is getting on well out here.
You see, I know a lot about her, for she and my
tailor, Swiffles, used to be pals in London."
"Yes. Her father was a sergeant in the army,
you know, and I think her mother must.have-been
a washerwoman-a hard-working, industrious wo-
man, my friend-and I always say that it is the
man who disgraces the work, not the work the
"An observation that just came into my own
mind," said Isidore.
"I mean that men are sometimes a disgrace,
but work of any honest sort is quite decent. I
have met men who are a disgrace to any sort of
work, and to life itself."
"So have I," replied Mr. Joseph stubbornly,
knowing that the remark was aimed at him. "But I
am glad to say that though Mrs. Brown's father
was only a sergeant. I have never heard he did
anything disgraceful."
"Would it be any business of ycurs if he had,
"Yes, in a way. His daughter is married to a
trusty clerk of mine, a young man in a good posi-
tion in my store, and a very respectable fellow.
It must therefore concern me what kind of a wife
he has and what her relations are like, especially
as I am very fond of him. In fact I might almost
say he is a friend of mine: not an equal, you know,
but a friend."
"The difference does not interest me," retorted
Isidore with some asperity. "I know the man and
I too think well of him. As to Mrs. Brown's father,
I know all about him also, and of her life in Lon-
don. She told me, you see. She hasn't made a



secret of it with anybody. All the people you saw "Not a great lady; but a pleasant young woman
her with on Saturday know it; but it makes no whom everybody likes. It is something to be liked
difference to them. They like her for her own sake. for ourselves, isn't it? I am sure a lot of people
You. can understand that, can't you?" like you for yourself."
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Mr. Isidore told this deliberate lie with every
appearance of veracity. He had seen through Sol-
omon's motive precisely. Solomon wished to pub-
lish everything he could to the detriment (real or
imagined) of Amy Brown so as to cause her pre-
sent acquaintances to drop and shun her. He would
have great difficulty in talking to the others about
her; he hoped, however, that Isidore would spread
the glad tidings, since it is often pleasant to be
able to prick the bubble of pretentiousness in others
and do what one can to bring a fellow-creature
tumbling from unaccustomed heights to earth. But
Isidore liked Amy. He had realized, with the intui-
tive insight into other persons which he possessed,
that she was hardish, self-seeking; but he felt she
had made a mistaken marriage for a girl of her am-
bitions, and her brightness and beauty appealed to
him. He liked her company: he had enjoyed it
in Montego Bay. He would like to help her, if he
could, within reason. Solomon Joseph was hoping
he would talk to others about her former position in
London, would run her down: well, he would lead
Solomon to believe that there was really nothing
to talk about, since Army had given all this inform-
ation about herself already. He would keep his
own mouth shut and try to stop Solomon's mouth
also. So, though he would have liked to kick Sol-
omon, he merely lied to him calmly and smiled
as he spoke.
Mr. Joseph was staggered. Yet he knew that
Isidore's story was not at all incredible. Amy
Brown, knowing that Swiffles was with her in Ja-
maica, may actually have been candid about her
origin. And if she was aeeepted in spite of that
candour, Mr. Joseph's efforts at gossip were wasted.
He felt crestfallen. He felt that his endeavour
to aid Christopher was apparently doomed to fail-
ure; he experienced the bitterness of a missionary
whose holy mission is thwarted at every turn by un-
receptive savages.
He turned to stroll out of the store, and Isidore
accompanied him. "By the way," said Isidore, as
they reached the door, "Mrs. Brown's mother was
never a washerwoman; she might have become one,
of course, but it happened that she got married be-
fore she could go into any sort of service."
"And now her daughter is a great lady here,"
commented Solomon spitefully.

Mr. Joseph did not reply to thnis. But he was
very sure that he detested Mr. Isidore for himself
and for everything in the wide, wide world besides.


SWIFFLES felt important. Mr. Joseph had taken
him into his confidence in regard to a couple
whom both of them knew, and in whom, Mr. Joseph
had adroitly suggested, both of them had an inter-
est. It had been suggested that something should
be done to prevent this couple from treading the
primrose path into debt. Swiffles had the feeling
that some reSponsibility rested upon him in the mai-
ter. But he knew better than to approach Amy on
the subject!
Could he dare do ani.ltinmg with Christopher?
But, if so, what?
The first thing to do, anyhow, was to discuss
the matter with Christopher's former intimates. His
sister was often at Grace Seawell's house; so wa-
her intended. And Christopher himself dropped in
now and then, Perhaps a word in season, a hint
dropped upon fruitful soil .? But suppose ttr
soil of Christopher should prove stony? Suppose it
should reveal itself as a belligerent and even vie-
lently bellicose soil, with a disposition to resort to
fists-literally and not metaphorically-at the men
tion of anything connected with the wife? Swiffles
knew that men ordinarily meek could become e.
tremely disaereeahle if their domestic situatici
were touched upon by outsiders; the very conscious.
ness that these outsiders were right might lead an
irate husband to indulge in mayhem and other dan-
gerous practices if what was nearest to him were
mentioned in terms of censure. This was a way
of working off secret resentment against the true
cause of that resentment; and a hefty blow on the
nose of some well-intentioned if officious third party
might afford solace to a husband, though it could
not possibly be regarded as agreeable or helpful
to the recipient of it.
Swiffles was by no means a physical coward. He
had plenty of pluck. But Christopher, he recogni.s
ed, was much stronger than he, he could no longer
claim to be a close friend of Amy's, and everybody
almost would say he was in the wrong if he spoke
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result of his kindly action. He might himself re-
gard this as a species of martyrdom; but then he
had no desire to figure as a martyr in a cause that
could not possibly be regarded as religious.
Yet when one has an impulse to action, one in-
stinctively seeks ways and means to realise it. The
impulse is almost overwhelming if it be an impulse
to put a finger into pies which are not ours but which
have a distinct odour of deliciousness.
Therefore Gussie went home that afternoon full
of news for the people with whom he lodged, and
it happened that Grace came in with Christopher's
sister shortly afterwards, and Elsie's fiance dropped
in about half an hour after. The latter brought
with him a parcel which he carefully deposited on a
table in the room.
They greeted one another pleasantly and talk-
ed about indifferent subjects. Then the telephone
bell rang: it was Christopher who wanted to know
iE Swiffles could give him a bit of dinner that even-
"That means Gracie," said Swiffles perspica-
ciously. "Chris knows Oi am only a boarder here."
"He knows you live here. Mr. Swiffles," tartly
replied Grace Seawell, "and I will thank you not
to say that any married man makes an excuse of
you for coming to dine with me. I can tell you
now that I won't be at dinner."
"No offence, no offence," ejaculated Augustus,
'Oi mean no offence, Miss Gracie-only a little joke.
Oi don't see why that should deprive you of dinner.
You will get sick if you starve."
"I won't starve and I won't get sick; and any-
liow, perhaps, Mr. Brown wants to see you on pri-
vate business. This is the first time since he came

back from England that he has ever wanted to
come and dine here. His wife won't like it."
"Perhaps," suggested Swiffles, "his wife won't
be at home. Maybe she hasn't come back yet."
"From where?" asked both Gracie Seawell and
Elsie Brown together.
And now Swiffles felt more important than
ever. He possessed information. A most delightful
titbit of gossip. He assumed an air of nonchalance.
"Oh," he said, "Hamy went to Montego Bay on Sat-
urday for an excursion, and it seems she won't be
coming back till late to-night. Otherwise Christo-
pher wouldn't want to arrange to dine out of his
house. "
"Montego Bay?" asked Gracie.
"By herself?" quickly queried Elsie.
"Not by herself: with a party. Mr. Joseph told
me all about it: he and me have a lot of friendly
conversations together about different things."
"You don't tell me she went with Mr. Joseph?"
asked Elsie, scandalised.
'No. she had bigger fish to fry," said Swiffles,
who had learnt from Mr. Joseph the names of those
with whom Amy had gone, and who had recognized
that they were, so to speak, the gods of the upper
world, while Mr. Joseph, in spite of his proud posi-
tion as an employer of directors of tailoring and
other things, might only be considered as a god of
the middle regions.
"Who?" asked Gracie in an intense voice.
Mr. Swiffles repeated some of the names-tho3e
he remembered, and he had the men correctly. Elsie
Brown stared grimly in front of her; Grace Sea-
well smiled scornfully.

"So it's begun already" remarked Elsie's fiance,
Morice Sterne, a short, stout, fairish young man.
"What's begun?" fiercely demanded Elsie, turn-
ing upon him like a whirlwind. "What's begun? What
you trying to say about me brother's wife?"
"Me?" cried Morice; "I never said a thing!
What I really meant was that ... that ."
"Yes? That what? You might as well say it!"
"Well," said the young man defiantly, "you
know yourself that at the garden party the other
day Chris was wandering all over the place like a
lost soul, while his wife had all the aristocratic
men around her. And now she's gone to the coun-
try with some of them, and Chris has to beg a
friend for a little dinner. What it means?"
"It's no business of any of us what it means,"
asseverated Christopher's sister; "for it means no-
thing. You needn't be envious of Chris.", But
even as she spoke she realized that she was talking
"What is he to be envious of Chris about, El-
sie?" enquired Grace Seawell. "He has you."
"And Chris don't seem to have much of his
wife in these days," said Morice, emboldened by
support. "But it's none of my business."
"I don't like it,'' confessed Elsie, suddenly
abandoning her role of defender of Amy's conduct
and yielding to the true impulse of her heart to con-
demn a young woman whom she could not like and
who had no earthly use for her. "Fancy Chris al-
lowing his wife to go all about with strange men!
What will people say?"
"But there were ladies too," pointed out Mr.
Swiffles, and he again named two or three of them.
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These names figured in the island's Society List.
"It means," said Elsie slowly, "that she's got
in with people who won't mix with me brother, and
now his life will be a hell. Serve him right!"
"Why serve him liiht?' enquired Swiffles.
"Because he was a fool to marry an English-
% oman he knew nothing about-no, no, I don't mean
that, Mr. Swiffles, for if Amy was like you it would
Lb. all right."
"Of course it would be all right," agreed Swif-
ties; "but Hamy is not like me."
That being only too obvious, no comment was
offered on the remark. But Swiffles had his own
grievances against Amy and was usually glad of an
opportunity of voicing it.
"She's giving herselff hairs out here," he said
I not by any means for the first time): "but she for-
get that Oi know all about her"-which, to Amy's
great advantage, he certainly did not. "She's no
better than meself, yet hben she comes into Mr.
Joseph's store and sees me she hardly wants "to
speak. Just a sharp nod. And now she's friendly
v. ith Mrs. Marley and Mr. Hiat la way and that lot,
a nd she'll soon be getting into debt and 'ave a lot of
trouble. That's what Mr. Joseph is afraid of. 'E
itld me so."
"That means still more trouble for Chrtir-rpnter."
said Christopher's sister, "and not a soul of us can
"Somebody should," said Morice Sterne positively.
As he believed that in the circumstances he could
not be called upon to be the person to approach
Christopher on so delicate a subject, he was very
emphatic in expressing his view. In a manner of
-peaking, he took moral charge of the situation. He
was perfectly ready to send other persons into the
very heart of a disagreeable action.
Every one present noticed that as he spoke he
looked at Swiffles meaningly. Swiffles squirmed
under that compelling gaze. He felt as might some
unhappy bystander who was being keenly eyed by a
heathen priest searching for an appropriate victim
for sacrifice. He began to regret that he had taken
a ,y part in this conversation.
An inspiration came to him. "Mr. Joseph said
the same," he observed. 'Mr Joseph believed that
:one of his relatives should speak to Christopher"-
and he looked hopefully at Elsie. .
"A woman won't do," asserted Elsie's beau, "this
-.,rt of thing requires a man's hand-it needs," he
continued, soaring into poetry, "the touch of a van-
i-hed hand and the sound of a voice that is still."
"You talking foolishness, Morice," cried Elsie
retulantly; "how can a voice that is still talk to any-
!oidy?" Morice, who knew that he had been talking
nonsense, did not venture to argue the point.
"But you are right about a man speaking to
Christopher, a man he knows to be a true friend of
his; and that is what Mr. Joseph must have meant.
Can't you do it?" asked Elsie.
"Me?" cried Morice. "But I am hardly a friend
or Chris': I only know him through you. Up to a
year ago I never spoke to him, and I haven't been
into his house once. As it were, I don't know him
at all; in fact we are almost strangers. It is Swif-
fles here who is his friend. Didn't he write from
London to say Mr. Swiffles was a great pal of his?
And don't Swiffles say the same? The indications
are that Swiffles is indicated to speak to your bro-
ther, and, being an Englishman, of the bulldog
breed, I am sure he will not withdraw from the

plough or take out his teeth while life and hope re-
All this was a bit mixed, and would' ordinarily
have been described as foolishness by Elsie, who
sometimes exhibited scant patience with her lover's
indulgence in pr'ei.,: flights. but it served the pur-
pose of expressing Mr. Sterne's unshakable resolve
to refrain from tackling Christopher on a question
which did not concern Mr. Sterne, and also of con-
centrating public attention upon Mr. Augustus
The eyes of the two young ladies were now fixed
upon that unhappy young man: those of Elsie with
pleading, those of Grace with curiosity, for Grace
had no particular desire at the moment to see Chris-
topher rescued from an unpleasant situation. She
was human enough to be glad that he had fallen
into it.
Swiffles shook his head: 'Oi am afraid," he ad-
mitted frankly.
"Afraid of what?" demanded Mr, Sterne. "Re-
member, Mr. Swiffles, you are an Englishman whose
flag has braved a thousand years the battle and the
breeze. You cannot be afraid. You would not be an
Englishman if you were afraid. Besides, what is
there to be afraid of? I will be with you."
Pride of race welled up for an instant in the
bosom of Augustus as he was reminded of the posi-
tion of Englishmen in the world; but he did not see
what could be the moral'or material advantage of
having Mr. Morice Sterne with him when tackling,
Christopher. He looked glum.
And then inspiration came to Mr. Sterne. He
remembered his parcel. This contained a bottle of
whisky he was taking home, to be distributed in
drinks from time to time to his particular friends.
He now said: "Well, we can think about this mat-

ter; let us have a drink," and asked Grace to lend
him a corkscrew.
The ladies would not take liquor; but Swif-
fies had a strong whisky and water, and so had
Morice. Then Morice rose to go. But Gracie remem-
bered he had said he would be with Mr. Swiffles in
any. coming crisis, and she could easily discern that
Elsie wanted to see Christopher later on. So: "Why
not stay and have dinner with us?" she suggested to
bcth of them.
"That wouldn't be very fair, my dear," remon-
strated Elsie reluctantly; "you weren't preparing
for three guests."
"We can fix up all right," Gracie assured her,
and Morice declared that he would not eat anything
much as he was not hungry.
Sn iffles groaned inwardly. If these two went,
he would be under no sort of compulsion to talk to
Christopher about Christopher's domestic affairs. If
they remained, they would find ways of egging him
on to do so. He was not a drinker. But he turned
to the table on which stood the bottle of whisky and
poured himself out another drink. He felt braver
after that: there came to him the thrilling sensa-
tion of being of a bulldog breed. He stood at that
moment prepared to brave for a thousand years the
battle and the breeze. And just then the front door
opened and Christopher walked in.
Christopher kissed his sister perfunctorily, and
shook hands with the others. "I hope I haven't put
you to too much trouble," he remarked, "but I
thought I would drop in and pass a little time with
"No trouble at all," said Morice, who certainly
was not providing the dinner and so could not be in
any way put out. "Have a drink."
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frugality to the winds, poured him out another, tak-
ing one himself. Swiffles also took another. The
thousand-year-old flag now seemed to Swiffles to be
braving everything in a somewhat upsidedown
fashion. The idea came to his mind that he was re-
garded as a bulldog and expected to bite. They
looked to him to bite Christopher. Very well; he
would do so at the first opportunity. It was clearly
considered to be the duty of all true Englishmen in
the tropics to get their teeth into someone or some-
. tine. at some time or other, though the reason for
rlhat netion was not quite obvious.
Grace slipped out to give her mother a hint
about the extra food required; a tin or two of pre-
served meat would have to be requisitioned. She
came back quickly; not for anything would she miss
a word of what might be said. Dinner would be at
seven, she told them; it would have to be half an
hour late. Her mother was very pleased that Elsie
and Morice were staying to the meal
It was Morice who broached the topic uppermost
in their minds.
"Swiffles tells us that Mr. Joseph met your wife,
Chris, at Montego Bay. How is it you didn't, go?"
"Because I didn't want to," replied Christoprlh.r.
"I could have asked for leave; but it wouldn't do for
both Mr. Joseph and me to be away from the store
at the same time."
"Your wife back yet?" asked Grace in silken'
"No; she telegraphed me to-day to say she. wasn't
leaving till after lunch with her friends, and mightn't
be here before nine or ten o'clock. They are dining
at Moneague Hotel." This he said with an effort at
ease and nonchalance, as though it were an every-
day matter for Amy (and iucidentally for himself)
to spend week-ends in the country and return, late
on Monday nights.
There was a pause. Mr. Sterne looked mean-
ingly at Augustus. Elsie fixed him with her eye.
Augustus's head now felt twice its ordinary size and
there was in him an impulse to bark like a bulldog.
But how did a bulldog bark? He could not for the
life of him remember. Deep .and terrifying, of
course, was such a bark, but he hadn't exactly that
sort of tone; it didn't go with his physique. Still,
he was expected to do souething. The will power of
others was directed upon him. In.a voice w1i.::
sounded in his own ears as :hli"ulh it came from'a
distant quarter he remarked:
"Mr. Joseph says you will be getting into bed-

into bet-if you're not careful, Chris. He don't see
how you can afford to send Hamy on these hex-
pensive excursions." Swiffles was elated that he had
found and pronounced so excellently the word ex-
cursions. He would utilise it yet again. "These
excursams," Mr. Joseph says, "are expensive excur-
shams, and he and 01 don't see how you can afford
"And who the devil asked you and Mr. Joseph
to interfere in my business?" fired up Christopher
volcanically. "What do you mean by talking to me
about Mr. Joseph at all, confound you? How dare
you, sir, how dare you?"
"0O didn't talk about you; he talk about you and
Hamy," explained Swiffles, slightly taken aback.
"And Mrs. Brown is not Amy to you, or Hamy,
as you call it; pleaser remember that, sir! What a
fine kettle of fish! I can't send my. .wife to the
country but everybody must talk about it! When
Mr. Joseph catch me stealing his money, he can put
me in prison, but till then I do what I like. Damn
his impudence!"
"Chris!" cried the two girls in dismay at this
display of contempt for the great and powerful Mr.
Joseph; and Swiffles also felt that, even in his capa-
city of bulldog, he didn' think he would ever venture
to bite Mr. Joseph; at any rate, not very severely.
"I don't care! I am Christopher Brown. I am
Christopher Josephus Brown," Chris repeated, as
though someone had denied the fact, or as though
it were a sort of rallying cry for embattled armies.

'You may be Christopher Josephus Brown," said
Mr. Morice Sterne, with an air of doubt; "but you
don't mean to tell us that it is you who pay your
wife's expenses on these bursts?"
There was a moment of deathly silence. The
truth was that Morice, like Swiffles and Christophl.r
himself, had drunk far more at one time than he
ordinarily did, and had all-wed impudence to get
the better of native discretion.. The two young
women were appalled. Even Sw iffl,', who was more
dazed by the drink than the other two men, was'
conscious that something of a heinous nature had
been said.
"What do you mean?" asked Christopher at
length, in an ominous tone.
"I say what I mean and I mean what I say,"
replied Morice pugnaciously.
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pouring oil upon troubled waters; and so, in a man-
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"that you are not running into bed-debt-loike Mr.
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iopher, springing up, "that if you will come outside:
1 will knock your bloody head off!"
"You'll have to knock mine off first," cried
Morice Sterne, who knew there was safety in num-
btrs and was persuaded that he and Swiffles would.
b,. more than a match for a single Christopher. He
% as indignant that Christopher was not grateful for,
this kindly interposition of friends in his domestic
a fairs.
"All right," retorted Chris briskly. "then I will
begin with you."
Now this was not at all what Morice had con-
trmplated, hence he gazed at Christopher with min-
gled anger and terror. "You are a savage, sir, a
savage," he declared, and hoped devoutly that the
Indies would permit no display of ruffianism on their
premises; at any rate, not so far as to allow him to
b., the object of it.
Nor would they. "Chris," cried his sister, "you
ought to be ashamed of yourself, threatening other
people because you are angry with your wife. Oh,
yes, don't contradict me! We know it is so. They
are trying to help you, and you curse and want to
beat them. If you don't want to hear the truth, if
you want to stop people's tongues from talking, stop
your wife from going about with people who won't
have you. That's my advice."
"Tongues don't talk; it is mouths," interposed
Swiffles, who thought he should say something of a
pacific nature.
"You are a fool," was all the reward he received
from the now thoroughly irate Elsie, who was re-
solved that her fiance should not be mauled by her
brother on any account whatever. "It is you who
,,rnme and tell us what Mr. Joseph say about Amy
Brown, and now you get drunk and talk stupidness.
Whether it is tongue or mouth that talk, we don't
want to hear anything more about Amy Brown from
you; and now Morice and I are going straight home.
Goodbye, Gracie: you'll see us again."
Elsie flounced out, Morice, for all the liquor in
him, following her with marked alacrity out of the
danger zone. If any head were going to be knocked
off that evening, it would be Swiffles', not his.
Swiffles, puzzled exceedingly by the turn affairs
had taken, walked silently out of the house into the
garden, to nurse his sense of grievance under the
gathering stars; but he slipped on the protruding
root of a big tree, toppled to the earth, and there
promptly fell asleep. In less than a minute Grace
and Christopher found themselves alone.
Christopher's face was a picture of shame and
despondency. So this was what people were saying:
that other men, his social superiors, were paying for
Amy's entertainment. What more miegbt they not
be thinking? In this country it was so easy for
scandal to grow and spread with the slightest of
He felt ashamed, weak, miserable. Had no one
been there he would have cried.
Gracie divined his feelings. She went up to him
and put a hand upon his shoulder. "Poor Chris,"
he whispered, "don't mind what those men say;
it is all nonsense. They are drunk. Go home quietly
now. It's the best thing you can do."
He nodded his head affirmatively, and left.
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came the sudden, imperative preoccupation of
Amy's mind after her return from the pleasure trip
to Montego Bay. Such an evaluation had of course
been proceeding in her brain almost constantly after
her arrival in Jamaica; but it had been gradual,
semi-conscious: now it became sharp and decisive,
as though, instead of thinking vaguely in terms and
figures. she had sat down to draw up a definite ac-
She had come back late on Monday night, hav-
ing been brought home by Mr. Brody and his sister,
Claire. About this arrangement not even the most
censorious could complain; and Christopher, who
was comparatively sober by then, recognized this
immediately. It pleased him too; Miss Brody was
a great lady in regard to whose character not one
syllable could adversely be breathed; she was en-
gaged to an Englishman of fine position who might
be expected back in Jamaica any day now-he had
gone away on a short visit to his own people-and
would probably be married during the next few
months. Mr. Brody was a man of substance and
influence, in speaking to whom Christopher had to
struggle not to say "sir" too often. When such a
couple constituted themselves the friends and
guardians of Amy on any tour or excursion what-
ever, it would have been folly to utter any pro-
test, except on grounds bf pride. Yet this pat-
ronage might be but a cloak for the convenience
of Mr. Rupert Hathaway and Amy, thought Chris-
topher, while recognizing at the same time that it
suited the convenience of his good name as a hus-
band also.
Not that for a moment he imagined that any
wrong relation existed between his wife and Rupert
Hathaway. He saw no reason for any such sus-
picion; he was indignant, wrathful, at the mere
idea. Yet he saw that others were hinting at some-
thing not quite right and proper in present condi-
tions which might develop swiftly into something
still more wrong and improper, definitely scandal-
ous. Persons of wealth and position were treating
Amy to pleasure trips and parties while quietly
ignoring him; and always to acquiesce in that situa-
tion would be an abnegation of manhood. It might
lead to disgrace-that was the suggestion contained
in what that drunken, miserable fat wretch of a
Morice Sterne had said. The situation must there-
fore be taken in hand: that was the idea uppermost
in Christopher's mind when he got home on Mon-
day night and sat down to await Amy's arrival. He
would have to show a firm hand-but presently he
felt himself wishing he could get somebody else to
show that hand for him: firmness at second-hand
presented advantages which he could keenly appre-
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drove up to his gate, he went to meet them with
what he considered to be a slow and dignified de-
meanour. They did not appear to notice it. This
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he might have been merely a footman letting, in
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he was wrong: the Brodys were not thinking of
him as a footman, though it has to be admitted that
they were hardly thinking of him at all. It was
late; they were tired; so the farewells were said
in a moment and Amy was left to the care of her
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had been contemplating something quite different,
far more dramatic, though he had not pictured to
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They had got as far as the dining room when
he stopped and said:
"You know, Amy, I expected you back this after-
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"I thought myself we'd be back in the after-
noon," she replied; "but we didn't make it. You
got dinner all right?"
"I have fasted," he solemnly announced, and ex-
pected this declaration to be followed by a vast
silence in the midst of which, so to speak, some
traveller from New Zealand might easily have set
himself to sketch the ruins of St. Paul's or any
other ruins.
"That was very foolish of you," said Amy at
once, "the girl must have prepared dinner. You
needn't have waited for me. I suppose you want
some food now, and I'll get it for you; but I can't
eat anything myself. Had dinner at Moneague."
"I have had no food and I want none," proclaim-
ed Christopher, still speaking solemnly. "I want to
have a little talk with you instead."
"About what? Business? Anything happened
at the store?"
"Nothing at the store. Mr. Joseph returned
from Montego Bay yesterday; he met you there."
"Yes; and wanted to push himself on me-dis-
gusting beast! Has he been trying to bully you be-
cause I wouldn't have anything to do with him?"
"Mr. Joseph is a friend of mine," retorted Chris-
topher loftily; "he would stoop to nothing mean
and dishonourable."
"Well, you are about the only person who seems
to think so; Mr. Isidore doesn't, and he knows him
"Isidore?" cried Christopher, "Isidore?"-and
his voice automatically took on the tone and inflec-
tion of Mr. Joseph's. "He is a man beneath the
contempt of Mr. Joseph and I. But we are wand-
ering away from the point; and I do not want to
wander away from the point."
"You haven't come to it yet," Amy pointed out;
and Christopher was acutely aware that he would
have given much to be able to dodge it.
Still, the point had to be tackled, even if it
was a sharp and possibly piercing one. He summon-
'ed his courage. "Amy," he said, "I don't think you
should go on all these excursions without me."
"Oh, that's it, is it?" she replied. "That's why
you have kept me standing up in this dining room
for the last few minutes talking nonsense about
Solomon Joseph? Do you propose to ask people to
invite youi to their parties? There's Mrs. Tonycroft,
for instance; she may again invite me to tea, though
I hope not. Am I to tell her that you would like
to have tea with her also?"
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of staid position and one of the heads of St. Mary's.
Besides, men don't go to tea."
"No; they go to bars; and that is where you seem
to have been to-night. But as even you realise that
I couldn't ask Mrs. Tonycroft to invite you to tea,
I suppose you will now see that I couldn't suggest
to the Brodys or anybody else that you too must
be taken to Montego Bay or anywhere else when I
am asked. You will simply have to wait until you
are invited."
"I shall never be invited," said Christopher,
with profound conviction; "and that is just the


point. What is more, you know it. It isn't that I
am not as good as these people are-I am." He
paused for a moment, waiting for Amy's corrobora-
tion; but as she said nothing, but merely continued
looking at him with a rather grimly set face, he
repeated "I am," still more loudly; then suddenly
added: "After all, who are they?"
"You must know that better than I," answered
Amy. "You have lived here all your life."
"I do; and I say that they are no better than
me," asseverated Christopher. "Their money gives
them a better position, that's all; but I am their
equal intellectually, their superior morally, and I
seat myself upon a rock of self-defence."
A All right, Christopher, continue sitting there
all night, if you wish. I am going to bed."
'LBu tl:at is just the point," urged Christopher.
"The bed or the rock?"
"Don't mnio:k at me, Amy! You know what I
mean. \hliat I mean is that you, as my wife, should
refuse to mix with people who treat me like an old
shoe because I have no money. I have said nothing
about this Inllhejrt-I mean heretofore-for I have
thought you would recognize the point yourself. You
ought to have done so. But since you have not, I
put it plainly to you. You can't go running all over
the country with people like Rupert Hathaway and
Mr. Brody without me. It don't look nice. It is
not done," he concluded, happy that he had used an
expression much in vogue in the best society.
"It is not done by me," replied Amy quietly,
but with a dangerous glint in her eye. "You have
mentioned two men. You have said not a word
about the women I was with. What do you mean?"
"0 nothing," replied Christopher, a little
weakly. "That is to say, I mean that it won't do
you any good to mix in one class of society, with
fast young men as well as womene. while I am left
nowhere." He summoned up his courage. "You
will have to dnop these people," he insisted.
"Is that what Mr. Joseph has been telling you?"
"He hasn't spoken a word to me."
"Then someone else has: some prying, interfer-
ing, impertinent swine! I can see that in your face.
And who am I to mix with if not with people like
these who like me,.pray?"
"You can mix with my friends. What is good
enough for a husband ought to be good enough for
a wife."
"Your friends! Miss Seawell and Mr. Sterne
and Mr. Swiffle.-, eh?"
"Well, Swiffles used to be a friend of yours."
"I just knew him. But that doesn't matter
now. I am not going to mix with the people you
think I should mix with. And now I am going to
"You will have to come to a decision!" stormed
"That is just what I have done, and you know
it. And if you raise your voice the neighbours will
think you are drunk-which is probably true. I
have niLthiiil more to say to you to-night."
She flounced out of the dining room, went into
her own bedroom and slammed the door. The fol-
lowing morning he had breakfast alone and went
down to work with a feeling of general apprehen-
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sion. He had lost in his first encounter with Amy;
he knew it would be sometime before the question
could be re-opened by him: at present he did not.
feel equal to it. But it would have to be re-opened:
this state of affairs could not persist indefinitely.
He must assert himself. Even talk without action-
for he did not know what action he could pIow-ibly
take, and was not disposed to take any-would be
better than nothing.
The day after this altercation Amy set herself
to think out the situation carefully. She would,
as it were, cast up accounts; she would review
her position. The process was not a pleasant one.
She was married, tied to a man with no social
position to speak of. She was attractive, beautiful,
she was in demand among the very set of persons
whose society she relished. They would mix with
her, she could "go with them"; but she must go
alone. That was the imnplicit, unexpressed' proviso
of this understanding; aind she for one did not wish
it otherwise. She would not deceive herself. She
didn't love Christopher, had never cared particular-
ly for him; the most she could do now was to tol-
erate him. But he was her husband. She was
dependent upon him. She had done nothing to give
him reason to suspect unftaitllhines- on her part,
and she had no intention of being unfaithful. She
could have all lu-sible o:ipp:orrtunitiet that way if
so inclined; she might be financially flourishing if
she took a lover of a liberal turn of mind. But
that sort of thing she was decided not to do. In
spite of a certain episode in her past, she herself
believed that the reason of her present feeling was
pure virtue-in which belief she somewhat fooled
herself. Later on she would realise that her motives
were mixed; practical, sensible. But it was true
that she was not really sensual, not disposed to
looseness, but very determined upon advancing her-
self in this world.
What she had done in London she had been
driven to by drabness, by the wish for a different
life from that she was compelled to live; by a
craving .'.,r romance, a desire for love. The ex-
periment had proved a failure; it had also proved
a lesson. She was now in another country where
she counted for something with women of a class
infinitely superiorr to what hers had been, superior
to what it still was if she were merely considered
as the wife of Christopher Brown. She sensed that
these women would not drop her merely because
there might be a few hints against her: they were
worldly wise, very tolerant, not puritanically
straight-laced by any manner of means. They
knew that gossip and scandal would always go far-
ther than any facts admitted; and they would not
too closely inquire into rumours. But if there were
obvious facts to support scandal, if these came to
be too cumulative to be ignored, then, surely, her
new-found society friends would begin to give her
the cold shoulder. They might not so deeply dis-
approve of her morally; but the breaking of the
Eleventh Commandment, "thou shalt not be too
much found out," they would have to regard as an
offence against discretion and the liberal but not
unlimited latitude of local society. They would shake
her off, in a word, if she ever became notorious;
and that kind of loss would to her be greater than
anything she would otherwise gain.
But she was not going to be virtuous, a good
and faithful wife, merely in order to be a part of
Christopher's .home, and his church, and his miser-
able social circle. That was certain.
She would not drop her new friends at any cost;
and when these realized that there was nothing to
be said against her character, as she would take care
that they should, they would sympathise with her
all the more and would agree that (C'irit~tpher had
nothing to complain of in being ignored. They
liked her; perhaps it pleased them also to think
they were helping her, patronising her: this gave
them a sense of power, a feeling of superiority
that prohibited any promptings to jealousy they-
*might otherwise have experienced. She was the
best looking of them. Her radiant colouring,'
bright spirits, the glint of her chestnut hair, her
finely formed features, her upright, -slim body -
these were assets which the women as well as the
men appreciated. They were her means to power
and success. They were her key to the door of a
brighter life...
But there was Christopher. There were -those
who would egg him on to nag her. What about
this factor?
And how 16ng could this sort of life continue?
A few months? Longer than that no doubt. Some
years? Quite probably. And what beyond? Should
she have children, her social position, built as a
superstructure on the shifting sands of present ad-
miration and friendliness, would be rapidly under-
nioned fThe first child she had would rake a dif-.
f rem-e. the se,:ond nould complete the demolition
(.rt i.it reilly frail edifice of social success 'and

gaiety. And even if there were no children and
for the present at any rate she would take care
there should be none her existence as Christo-
pher's wife would always be a handicap to her.
There was no sense trying to blink that fact: she
must always be handicapped by her marriage.
How ridiculous Chris was, how commonplace,
how futile! She was ashamed of him. She thought
it quite probable that in time she would grow to de-
test him: she was not too far from that now. He
loved her, she supposed; but, honestly, she wished
that he did not. She did not want him to love her.
She desired no affection from him. If they could
remain on the foo:tin g of friends, that would be best.
She hoped that he would give up kissing her when
he went out in the morning and came back after
work. He hadn't kissed her on going out this morn-
ing. Perhaps that would be the beginning of a new
and more, tolerable custom. She would endeavour
that it should be.
Would that be hard on him? The question cross-
ed her mind, but she dismissed it with a shrug. A
man had treated her villainously in the past; why
should she have any sympathy with men now?
Every human being had to fight for his or her own
hand; she would only be acting as anybody else

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with commonsense would act. Yet what if it were
Rupert Hathaway or Henry Hallibut who loved her
and to whom she was married? She softened as
she thought of these: they were such nice fellows.
Her husband was pot like them. He was miles apart
and away from t hem She could love men like them.
She could not love Christopher.
Well, there was nothing she could do now
except face the situation day by day. It would be
best not to think of five years hence: no one could
fell what was going to happen five years hence. She
might be dead. But in the interval she was going
to associate with people she liked and wanted to mix
with so long as they would let her, and to enjoy the
good time they were so willing to give her.
She opened her handbag, took out a small mir-
ror, and glanced at the face reflected in it.
She also was giving them a good time, she con-


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dealing with complex and difficult situations. He
%as conscious that his married life was not running
smoulthly: but he did not see what he could do about
it. He Ihad put his foot down, but Amy had ignored
his manly gesture. He was haunted by an uneasy
suspicion that he was taking up that determined
foot again.
But he must show proper resentment at her ob-
\iously rebellious attitude. If he would not reopen
the subject of controversy between them immediate-
ly. at any rate he must demonstrate disapproval of
the way she had taken his remonstrances. So when
hbe returned home that afternoon he did not offer
to kiss her, acting in this respect as he had done
on leaving in the morning. He could not know that
this was exactly what Amy had hoped for.
There was an atmosphere of domestic coldness
in the house; he was studiedly polite, she was polite
also; but it was a cold politeness. There was no
ordinary unrestrained conversation between them.
Christopher went to bed that night feeling himself
a much ill-used man, and angry. Like a huge note
of interrogation this thought was in his mind: had
lic been wise to get married? Would it not have
been better to have remained a bachelor all his
life? Or, perhaps, Gracie, .. But he would not allow
Sli- thoughts to dwell upon Grace.
The second day was a repetition of the first.
.my knew that such a state of affairs could not
continue indefinitely; either it must grow worse or
tle tension must relax. It would not grow worse,
she concluded: Christopher could not maintain this
silly demeanour of offended dignity for long. But'
though he would relax and strive to become sociable,
sht had no intention of encouraging a resumption
iof the former relations between them; he had be-
eun this game, she told herself, and it was for her
t.j continue to play it, though with modifications
and variations. Hence, when, on the fourth evening
after they had quarrelled over her going alone with
her friends on excursions, he.suggested in an off-
hand manner and in his usual tone of voice that
they might go together to the moving pictures, she
declined the invitation, though in no unfriendly
fashion. saying that she preferred to stay at home
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see a play, why not run along and do s '" site ask-
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who understood him, whom he understood, and
whom he could like. And then and there it came
to him that he did not understand Amy very well,
that they were scarcely friends in the old-fashioned,
true and intimate sense of that word. He realized
indeed that this had always been so; that Amy was
his wife yet very much apart from him. What Was
more, she was becoming more apart than ever; she
had been drifting into another world, while he still
remained in that to which it had pleased the Lord
to call him. He secretly preferred his own world
too: he was never comfortable when talking on
terms of apparent social equality with persons like
Hathaway and Hallibut, and especially with a lady
like Miss Claire Brody-though he had never said
much more than a few words to the last. It was
,a big thing to be able to talk to these as a sort of
friend, something to be proud of. But it did not
bring happiness. It only engendered a feeling of
Three evenings later, a Sunday evening, he
again invited Amy to go with him to the pictures.
This time she consented. His usual lip salutation
of her had been resumed, but now it was somewhat
perfunctory; she gave him her cheek and he touch-
ed that as a matter of marital routine, nothing more.
Having someone to sit with in the theatre this night,
he enjoyed himself better than he had done when
he had gone alone; yet his enjoyment was dampen-

ed by his insistent feeling of loneliness. On the
other hand, nothing more had been said about those
fashionable friends of Amy's. Nothing more had
been heard of them. Up to now the victory had
been on his side. But he did not for a moment
imagine that the subject was forever closed.
As a matter of fact, Amy had two days before
refused an invitation to a cocktail party from Claire
Brody. She had made some sort of excuse, but had
added that she would love to go on some other oc-
casion. She wished a few days to elapse before any
renewal of an argument with Christopher. She
hoped that in the interval he would have learnt to
look at the situation in a practical and sensible
manner. She had calculated that he would weaken
as the days went by; she knew that mere lapse of
time and intervening reflecti.on had a powerful
effect upon the decisions ift weak natures, and she
preferred to have her own way peacefully if .that
were possible. though she would have it anyhow.
Her first man had found her unreasonable, had
told her more than once that she was impossible.
She was older now. She told herself that she would
play the game fairly, but the cards must be in her
favour. That is how many a business man thinks
the game of business should be played. The cards
must be in his favour.
The next night, after dinner, Christopher said
to her:
"Amy, what about dropping round to see Swif-
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of you-and naturally," he hastily added. "You are
like a queen among them!"
"Don't flatter me, Chris!" cried Amy pleasant-
ly. "But I have told you before, my dear, that I
don't care for them. Why should I worry myself
about people I don't take to, and who don't take
to me?"
"But Swiffles is an old friend of yours," argued
Christopher, "and Elsie is my sister."
"Elsie is all right," agreed Amy quickly; "it
wasn't her I was thinking about when I spoke. It
was of that young man who is courting her: they
are engaged aren't they? I simply can't stand him,
and I don't think you like him so much yourself."
"As a matter of fact I don't," asserted Chris-
topher with emphasis. "I regard him as a fool-a
fat fool."
"And fat fools are always objectionable," agreed
Amy. "I knew you didn't care for him. But don't
you see that we'll meet him if we go to see Elsie?
And if he is her choice she won't like us unless we
accept him almost as gladly as she does. She will
soon find out that you don't like him overmuch, and
that will create bad blood between you. I shouldn't
care for that."
"I guess she knows how I feel towards that
fellow," said Christopher: "a more ignorant ass is
not to be found in Kingston. Still, you know, she
is my sister."
"She will soon be Morice Sterne's wife," Amy
pointed out, "and you won't matter so much to her
then. Better leave things as they are-or leave me
out of it. What she will stand from you she'll never
take from me, and I don't want any ill-feeling to
arise between me and Elsie and her future husband.
After iall, I am a bit of an outsider."
"You are my wife," asserted Christopher, "and
that must be enough for them. I'd soon teach them
something if they forgot themselves with you."
"Let us avoid the salutary lesson," smiled Amy,
but her tones were definite.
"Well, what about dropping round to see Swif-
fles? He's an old friend," Christopher spoke eager-
"In a way," answered Amy dryly; "but he won't
help us to take any place in society."
"I am contented enough with the place I have."
"You are not very ambitious, my dear," retort-
ed Amy lightly. "But poor Gussie hasn't an altch
to his talk, and your Jamaica friends smile when
he talks."
"He's as good as any of them, and better than,
some," replied Christopher warmly. "I like him.
It was through him that I met you in London. I
think we should show him some attention."
"But you meet him every day at the shop, so
I don't see why you should want to see him at night
also. I should have thought myself that a very
little of Gussie would go a long way."
"We must go somewhere sometimes," Christo-
pher pointed out sharply.
"Well, if you would like to spend an evening
with him, or anybody else, why don't you?" Amy
retorted. "It surely isn't necessary that I should be
along too?"
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He rose out of his chaic with an alacrity which in-
dicated an extraordinary longing for the society of
Augustus Swiffles, who, whatever his eminent quali-
ties, had never yet been considered a social lion or
a supremely engrossing personality. Yet at that
moment Christopher felt that there was no man in
the world whose society was so desirable as that
of Augustus Swiffles. He longed to be with Swif-
fles. To sit in the company of that sandy-haired,
snub-nosed young man (as some persons would have
described Augustus) seemed to Christopher to be
one of the world's delights just then. "Very good,"
he said heartily; "I'll take a stroll round."
Amy saw him go off with great satisfaction. At
last he was beginning to act reasonably, to realise
that his friends need not be hers, and so would come
to see that hers need not be his either. Swiffles
would never come to the house without being
specially invited: she knew that. For Swiffles was
very well acquainted with her indeed. And Elsie
Brown would remain away also, and the rest of
them, as they had been doing. It was much better
so. The problem was solving itself.
Meantime Christopher hurried in the direction
of Mrs. Seawell'. house, where Augustus resided, to
discuss with that conversationalist the affairs of the
day. On his way he took a taxi. But when he ar-

rived and found that, though Augustus was at home.
Gracie was out, he experienced an unmistakable
pang of disappointment.
He had been cold to Swiffles since that mem-
orable afternoon when he had had to defend Amy
against the veiled aspersions of Mr. Sterne. Augus-
tus was therefore genuinely delighted to see him en-
ter the house as an old friend, especially as he him-
self had been having a touch of the blues. "Nobody
in but me," he explained, "and Mrs. Seawell. Shall
Oi tell Mrs. Seawell you are here?"
"Don't bother," Christopher insisted, not having
the slightest wish to lay eyes on that rather satur-
nine lady. "Elerybody else out, you say?"
"Yes. Gracie went out with Tom Collins-you
know him? Went to the pictures, Oi think. And
the others have gone somewhere: Oi didn't 'ere
where. But it's foine for just you and me to 'ave a
talk together."
Christopher could not for the life of him appre-
ciate such an arrangement of circumstances. His ar-
dent desire to see Swiffles had -uddenly evaporated
with the actual sight of Swiffles: he found his mind
following Grate Seawell to the moving picture house,
though he did not know which one of them Mr. Col-
lins might be patronizing tonight. He was slightly
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girl like Gracie, he thought, could be seen in public
with a man like Collins-who, up to a minute be-
fore. he bad held to be a decent, industrious and
gentlemanly member of society-he could not under-
stand. Hiq former amiable opinion of Collins, who
had been christened Thomas Geneva Collins by a
mother who had heard of Geneva in the days of
k ni 'ago. and had liked the name, had suddenly
undergone a radical change. Fancy a man with the
middle name of Geneva? There was a suggestion
(of scoundrelism about that.
However,. he settled himself comfortably in a
,:hair. and began to talk. He had come to visit
Swiffles, and visit Swiffles he would. It was now
half-past eight o'clock. He would remain until about
ten. Indeed, he might remain till later; if he did
not get home until eleven, that would disturb no one.
Amy might have gone to bed; but she had her own
room. She certainly would not mind. She had re-
c,gnised that a man wished sometimes for the com-
panionship of men friends with whom he felt'a bond
of sympathy. Such a one was Swiffles. He would
come to see S iffles often. Incidentally, it would
only he fair to Grace if someone should suggest to
her that a man like Collins-who clearly would
have been a gangster in another country-was not
a fit associate for her. But, of course. that true
and candid friend could never be himself. Grace
night regard his warning as an unforgivable im-
Srt i nence.
At half-past nine Gracie with Mr. Collins return-
ed home in Mr. Collins' secondhand car, and if she
felt surprised at Christopher's presence, having in
mind what had happened when he was last in these
premises. lie did not show it. She became mere-
ly lthe welcoming hostess, and Mr. Collins, who was
an arrant snob, beamed with pleasure at meeting
on euch cordial terms the husband of one of whom
pt-ople like him were already speaking as "a society
lad\ "'
**I had the pleasure of taking Miss Seawell to
the pictures tonight," Mr. Collins informed Christo-
pher. "That made the show doubly enjoyable. I
ihope to have the same pleasure often, if Miss Sea-
well will vouchsafe me the honour."
Collins was a white man, of definitely Jamaica
middle rla-., an accountant in a small way by call-
ing. but his own master and of presentable appear-
ance. He was very fond of talking and careful in
the selection of terms not ordinarily introduced into
colloquial conversation He was quite evidently
find of Grace. In Christopher's eyes he looked like

a fool whose one design in this world was to be
"I suppose Gracie will vouchsafe you the hon-
our," said Chris, with just the suspicion of a sneer;
but only Gracie noticed that.
"The pictures," said Mr. Collins, settling him-
self down for an intellectual conversation, "are symp-
tomatic of our times. Don't you think so, Mr.
Brown ?"
**Snip'fnpmaic of what?" asked Christopher, not
"Well, of the modern, craving for spectacular
"You mean that people like to go out now and
then to see a show?"
"That's one way of putting it, yes; but we can
find something deeper in the phenomenon."
"You can, perhaps," answered Christopher, with
acidity; "but I am content to pay my eighteen-pence
and see a picture without asking if it is a pheno-
menn-that's- the' word. isn't it?"
"Oh, but Mr. Brown," protested Collins, "does
not 'Society' endeavour to look beneath the surface?
Does it not endeavour to find the hidden meaning
of what appears on the superficial surface?"
''Frankly, Mr. Collins,.I don't understand a word
that you are saying."
"O don't meself," interposed Swiffles. "What
do you mean, Mr. Collins?"
As Collins did not clearly know himself, he was
stumped for the moment, and Christopher grinned
spitefully. He had taken down the pompous young
man a peg or two.
Grace was a 4ileut but observant witness of this
little byplay between the two young men. She per-
ceived that Collins wished to placate and eyen to
flatter Christoliher, while the latter would have
liked to be rude to Collins. And she knew the rea-
son. Her woman's instinct told her it was because
Tom had taken her out to the pictures, and had
openly expressed the hope to be permitted to do so
again, that Clri-topher was resentful and almost
imDertinent. Indignation surged up within her.
Did Christopher .foreCt that he was a married man?,
How dare he think that he had any sort of right
to be vexed if any man took her out? What had he
to do with her, or she with him? He had been
there a little over a week ago. He was here again.
tonight. But his wife was now in town: she had
seen that lady downtown that very day. Aid
Mrs. Christopher Brown wasn't visiting the house
with him; he came alone, and he said he came to
see Mr. Swiffles. Very well; he had a right to do

that; but he had no right to be rude to any of her
friends because they were showing her some atten-
tion. Was it Swiffles he was coming to see, or
wasn't it her? Did he think she would have any-
thing to do with a married man, especially with one
who had treated her so shamefully? He had not
been exactly engaged to her; but everybody, herself
included, expected he would be: it was one of those
Ihings that are taken for granted. But he had mar-
ried a young Englishwoman, who was mixing with
quite a different lot of people from his set, and now
he was beginning to come round to her house again
and even to show jealousy of other men. The cheek
of it! Why didn't he show jealousy of his wife: she
was the only woman he could have any claim upon
now. "He must be going mad," thought Gracie;
"he forgets himself." Yet somewhere, deep down in
her heart, was a feeling of pride and gratification
that she still meant much to Christopher. That, at
least, was something of a triumph.
Mr. Collins felt depressed. His efforts at elevat-
ing the tone of social conversation did not seem to
be highly successful. He had sought to impress Mr.
Brown, and the latter had vulgarly proclaimed that
he was an intellectual barbarian. And so had Swif-
fles. Well, both of them were that; but.it wasn't
anything to be proud of. He would ignore them.
He turned to Grace.
"Would you give me the pleasure of taking you
to the Palace Theatre on Wednesday night, Miss
Seawell?" he asked. "There is a fine picture adver-
tised to be shown there; it is called 'The Vamp of
the Pamirs.' I believe it is very thrilling."
"What is it symptomatic of?" asked Christopher
abruptly. "And who are the Pamirs?"
"I'll go with pleasure, Mr. Collins," said Gracie.
before Collins could reply to Christopher. "I am
sure it is a good picture if you say it is."
"Sounds like tripe to me," said Christopher.
"I suppose 'tripe' is a high society word, Mr.
Brown," commented Gracie scathingly; "but humble
persons like me never use it. Besides, 'tripe,' as
you call it, may suit us though it mayn't suit other
"Thank you very much, Miss Gracie," exclaimed
Collins, using Gracie's Christian name for the first
time since they had become acquainted; "I'll call
for you in my car at 7.20. Well, tempus fugit, and
I must be to:ddlin home. As the poet says: 'The
bird of time hath but a little way to flutter-and the
bird is on the wing' "-a quotation which suggested
that Mr. Collins associated with Mr. Sterne and had
adopted some of the latter's habits of speech.



"Are you the bird?" intotniutl)y enquired Swif-
fles; but Mr. Collins would not notice the question.
He shook hands with them all, and departed.
When he was out of hearing, Christopher ask-
"Where did you pick up that fellow with the big
talk, Grace?"
"I met Mr. Collins at a party," coldly answered
Grace; "and I haven't particularly noticed his big
"Oi 'ave," interpolated Swiffles.
"And have you any objection to it; and if so,
why?" demanded Grace.
Swiffles could think of no immediate objection,
or rather, of adequate words in which to express it;
so he subsided. But not so Chrilstpher. "Half of
what he is saying he doesn't understand himself,"
he sneered, "I know the chap."
"But isn't it better to talk like that than to
act like a fool?" enquired Grace, as if posing a gen-
eral proposition. "I don't see that Mr. Collins by
his talk is hurting anybody."
"He isn't 'urting me," Swiffles graciously con-
"Nor himself," added Grace. "Well, gentlemen,
I must bid you goodnight."





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"I am trotting off meself," said Christopher ris-
ing. "Goodnight, Grace; gooduight. Swiffles. I'll
drop round and spend another evening with you."
He made as good a departure as was possible;
yet he felt ignominious. Undoubtedly he had been
snubbed by Grace. She was singularly unapprecia-
tive of an old and faithful friend. But he would
not allow her attitude to prevent him from visiting
a boon companion like Swiffles. Swiffles was a fine
chap, and he must not be left lonely in a strange
and distant land.
"Oi am glad Chris comes to see me sometimes,"
said Augustus, after Christupher had gone. "'Is heartt
is in the right place."
"He doesn't ask you to go and see him though,
I notice," said Gracie with a mirthless smile, as she
left the room.
" HAVE been hearing," said Mr. Solomon Joseph
to his mother. "that Christopher is a frequent
visitor at the house of Grace Seawell." He smiled
as he enunciated this piece of information.
"Does his wife go with him?" asked Mrs. Solo-
mon Joseph.
"Never. She has her own friends, as you know,
the bigwigs she likes to mix with. You never see
Christopher with them."
"How you know about his going to Grace Sea-
well?" asked the old lady.
"Swiffles. I talk to him sometimes, for I don't
think it is right that an employer should always
keep his men at arm's leugth. Most of them do,
but I won't. I am a bit of a socialist." added Mr,
.Joseph, whose socialism stopped short at anything
like a fairer distribution of property or income, ex-
cept in so far as that might promise further to en-
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Mrs. Joseph knew quite well that her son had
been pumping Swiffles; but that, she conceded, was
not objectionable, but rather laudable, if useful or
interesting information could thus be obtained.
And it was useful to know what was happening to
an employee who was a bit of a favourite.
"Swiffles live at the same place as Grace Sea-
well, doesn't he?" asked Mrs. Joseph.
"Then I'll bet that Christopher says he is going
to see Swiffles."
"That's just what he does," replied Mr. Joseph;
"and what is more, Swiffles seems to believe it.
Some people are blind. I am sure that it is the
girl that Christopher goes to see. He used to be
sweet on her."
"He is still sweet on her, or he wouldn't go
round there so often," commented Mrs. Joseph with
mature wisdom and conviction. "Don't you see how
it is? His wife has one set of friends-men friends
as well as women, and I bet you it is the men she
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"But, mamma," Mr. Joseph pointed out, "how
can you be sure that Chris likes any other woman
better than his own wife? Remember. she is a fine
and dashing young woman. She is Al at Lloyds.
She'll go far."
"She'll go so far that she will leave poor Chris
miles behind. She's looking after her own interests,
though she would always be able to fool men like
Christopher and you. But she couldn't fool an old
woman like me. I wonder what she is going to
"I am wondering what Grace Seawell is going
to do."
"I know that girl," said Mrs. Joseph. "She
has her head properly screwed on. She won't make
a fool of herself over Chris-what I mean is that
she won't do anything to disgrace herself."
"Then Chris might as well stop going to see
her," remarked the practical Mr. Solomon Joseph.
"Solomon; I am ashamed of you!" exclaimed
his mother. "You know what you saying?"
"I don't mean that. mamma," interjected Solo-
mon hastily, having meant exactly what the old
lady had understood him to mean. "Of course a
girl like Grace Seawell is decent-at least, I hope
so. I can't say I know much about her, and I am
not going to be certain about any woman-except
people like you, of course. Besides, it is none of
my business. I don't want any scandal attached to
anyone working with me, and I hope Christopher
will keep out of it. But if the scandal comes from
the other side-his wife I mean--well, nobody can
-ay that he is to be blamed. That woman is a bump-
tious skirt. You should see how she bows to me
these days: as if I was her inferior! Only this
morning I saw her rome out of Isidore's store, with
that mincing jackass handing her into his motor car
as if he was a gentleman and she was a lady. They
saw me well enough, but she wouldn't even look in
my direction. At that moment I could have kicked
"You had better restrain your temper," warned
his mother anxiously, "or you will get into trouble."
But she need have been under no apprehension. Mr.
Solomon Joseph would never kick anyone in this
world, and especially not a man like Mr. Eugene
Isidore. Solomon had the spirit of discretion so
highly developed that a cynical critic would have
suggested its identity with cowardice.
"She is very friendly now with Isidore?" asked
Mrs. Joseph.
"They seem to be very close friends."
"But that don't mean anything wrong," observ-
ed Mr. Joseph regretfully, as though it were a pity
that morality should prevail in such a relationship.
"She has a lot of other tiptoff male friends."
"Well, this sort of thing can't go on forever,"
Mrs. Joseph said. "Poor Christopher will keep on
visiting Gracie Seawell until she get married; for
she is young and good-looking, and some nice young
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Solomon. The idea of any serious misfortune hap-
pening to Christopher startled, him, and not because
of the young man's usefulness alone. His appre-
hension at the moment was quite disinterested. He
discovered that he liked Christopher much better
tlan he had himself imagined.
"I will protect him," he burst out resolutely. "I
will not allow him to be downed by anybody. It
is a stinking shame the way he is being treated.
Something must be done about it."
"What, me son?"
"I don't know."
"So you can't do anything."
"But I will stand by ready to help," declaimed
Solomon in heroic tones.
"Yes, you can do that. And perhaps you may
really be able to help that poor young fellow: you
can never know."
Mrs. Joseph recognized that her son was sin-
cere in his wish to be of service, in the event of
necessity, to Christopher Brown; but her long ex-
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that were Amy Brown to smile on Solomon, as she
did on other men, his resolution would weaken great-
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difference, evenrudeness, to him was good both for
him and for Christopher. It prevented her son
from making a fool of himself; it put Solomon
wholeheartedly on Christopher's side. And Chris
might some day need a friend.
"I knew' it was a. mistake," murmured Mrs.
Joseph to herself after her son had left her: "from
the beginning, from the moment I saw that girl, I
knew that Chris and her wouldn't get on well to-
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This was some three months after the visit of
Christopher to Swiffles on the night when, for the
first time, Mr. Collins had taken Gracie to the mov-
ing pictures. Mr. Collins had continued paying at-
tentions to Gracie, and his conversation had been
as elevated as ever; Christopher had fallen into the
habit of calling to see Swiffles twice a week, and
niore or less, on those evenings, Grace remained
at home. Obviously, Mr. Collins was making no
progress. Gracie found no special pleasure in his
company. IMrs. Seawell, who was hardly ever seen,

but who seemed to guess accurately everything that
went on in her house and beyond its confines, per-
ceived that so long as Christopher came to the house
he would exercise a certain attraction for Grace,
and began to think of how his visits might be pre-
vented. Swiffles, of course, could be told that he
was no longer wanted as a lodger; but then, until
Chris was bluntly informed that he was no longer
welcomed as a visitor, he might continue to visit,
Swiffles or no Swiffles. Such drastic action, too,
might incense Grace, who was high-spirited; it would
certainly hurt Elsie; it might do more harm than
good. Yet, argued the silent, saturnine, reserved
and withdrawn Mrs. Seawell, it could do no good
either, but a very definite amount of harm, if Gracie's
name began to be linked with that of a married man.
She thought of her sons, who were so seldom
at home. They both liked Christopher. They evi-
dently saw nothing unusual, not to say wrong, in
his coming round to the house almost as often as
he used to do before he got married, especially as
he came to see a man who had been kind to him
in London. These young fellows could therefore be
nc help in the present situation. Mrs. Seawell re-
alised that Mr. Collins must be encouraged, and
she made up her mind unobtrusively to encourage
him. So, to begin with, she invited him to dine
at the house on Sundays. Such an invitation no
one thought of extending to Christopher: he had
his wife and his own home.
Mrs. Seawell also thought that it might be as
well if she uttered a word of warning in her daugh-
ter's ear. She would take care not to go too far.
Consequently, one afternoon, she said to Grace,
when no one else was present:
"Christopher has made it quite a habit to come
round here."
"I notice that," said Grace.
"I think it is really you he's coming to see,
"I think so myself," Grace calmly replied; "but
that doesn't make any difference to me. It couldn't.
He is a married man, and he wouldn't forget him-
self so far as to say a word to me that he shouldn't."
"He'll never do that," affirmed Mrs. Seawell; "I
doubt if he even knows what he is doing. But I
am not thinking of him: I am thinking of what
people might say."
"I am tired of thinking about what people might
say," replied Grace; "and after all we have been
friends all our life. What can people say?"

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out. "They can say you are encouraging him away
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knows that Chris' wife has her own friends who
don't bother much with him. Besides, other people
come here. There's Mr. Collins."
"He seems to be in love with you, Grace."
"Perhaps. But I am not in love with him, and
never could be. He makes me tired with all his
big words and pompousness. But so long as he
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comes, nobody can say anything about Chris and
me. And he is going to continue to come."
"For a time only," sagely observed Mrs. Sea-
well. "Then he will get tired and go off to some
other girl."
"And then some other young man will come
along, mamma, and I may like him. As a matter
of fact, one is coming to see me shortly. So you
needn't turn poor Chris out."
"Poor Chris?"
"Yes. Don't you see how it is? We are really
his only friends now. He isn't happy, and that's
why he turns to us. I am sorry for him."
-"He wasn't sorry for you when he got married
i England."
"No; and that is why I can be sorry for him
now. I am free and I am liked and Mr. Right will
co me along in good time: I am in no hurry. But
Chris is miserable, and he deserves it. Leave him
alone. And you can depend on it that I am able
to look after myself."
Mrs. Seawell was obliged to be satisfied with
that; but she would still be vigilant. Other young
men aould be welcomed. She said nothing more.
As for Grace, she went to her own room to think
oa er her mother's words. Chris, she thought, was
nothing to her; yet she knew she was glad to see
him when he came to the house. She felt brighter,
filled with a sense of expectation, when she knew
he was coming, as she usually did now, for Swiffles
was almost invariably informed beforehand. She
liked his company better than that of any other
young man she knew; he was now the old Chris,
hut more devoted to her in some subtle fashion than
be had been in the days when he was single. and
bragged and boasted and felt himself a devil of a
fellow. He never attempted to make love to her:
she would not only have put a stop to that, she
would have ordered him not to return, Swiffles or
no- Swiffles. And Swiffles would have raised no pro-
rest, for he too had begun to understand, and his
E. mpathies were entirely with Grace.
Did she love him? Had she ever loved him?
Grace asked herself these questions, but would not
answer them fairly. She assured herself that she
lid liked him very much, had expected he would
propose to her some day, and that she might have
loved him: but all that was now of the past. As

for the present, she was sorry for him, and of
course she liked him much-he was an old friend,
and she had a secret feeling that he loved her now.
But this must mean that he did not love his wife.
Had he ever loved Amy? Grace had a very high
opinion of herself; she did not hesitate to compare
herself with Amy, and the comparison was to her
advantage. She estimated Amy with prejudiced, ad-
verse mind and eyes: she was startlingly unjust,
though she did not realise that she was so. Her
conclusion was that Amy had fascinated Christopher
for her own purposes, that he had fallen a victim to
her wiles, but that he had never loved her. He
had made a fool of himself, and would pay for it
all the days of his life; but all that was best in
him had all along been true to her, Grace, and now
he was realising it. She saw it in his eyes; his
one bit of happiness was to be close to her. Well,
she would not deny him that happiness for a time,
though, of course, the day must come when his visits
would have to cease. That day might come quickly:
she believed it would. Tom Collins would not be
the cause of it; but some other man would be: it
was inevitable. For on one thing she was deter-
mined: she would not be an old maid because )f'
any man. She could be kind, but she would not be
a fool. She would take good care of herself.

Three nights later Christopher turned up at the
Christopher found there Mr. Collins and a
strange young man; and-what Mr. Collins would
have described as "an unprecedented phenomenon"
-he found Mrs. Seawell, clothed certainly, and ap-
parently in her right mind. in the Seawell drawing
room. He had never knoa n such a thing to happen
before. He could not understand this social irrup-
tion of the elderly lady who for years had kept away
fiom guests whenever she could.
He soon understood it. Mrs. Seawell devoted
her attention to him by metrly sitting on the chair
next to his and expecting,. apparently, to- be enter-
tained. Meanwhile Gracie had the two other young
men all to herself, or, rather, they had her all to
themselves. The newcomer, Mr. John Burton, was
English, aged about twenty-six, tall, fresh-looking,
and newly arrived in the country. He worked ini
the office in which Grace was employed. He was
a man of figures. Swiffles, Ithough both were Lon-
doners, and Mr: Burton was a stranger who had" as
yet Imade hardly .any friends, disliked .Mr. Burtrl
after just five minutes of acquaintanceship. This,

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to Mr. Burton, who did not drop his aitches or pro-
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lins endeavoured to talk him down, Swiffles entire-
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But Burton was not overawed by Collins, and
stood up to the latter when accountancy was brought
forward as a light and amiable subject for post-
prandial conversation. He did not dwell upon this
topic long, however, but, as it were, brushed Mr.
Collins aside and gave himself over to the pleasure
of talking to the pretty girl who was now at her
best. Gracie was proud of her new friend: he was
of a somewhat superior order to the rest of the
young men she knew: at least, he thought so, and
she was inclined to endorse his opinion. She was"
gay and sprightly as she conversed with him, a fact
which caused Mr. Collins to draw more strenuously
than ever upon his impressive vocabulary. But he
hardly seemed to be heard after a while. John Bur-
ton easily dominated the social scene.
It was gall and wormwood to Christopher. In-
stantly he saw in Mr. Burton a potential suitor for
Gracie's hand. Christopher believed that all young
men were now falling head over ears in love with
Grace, though they had not been so precipitately
engaged a few months before: it was clear to his
mind that in a little while she would become either
Mrs. Burton or Mrs. Collins, and he inclined to the
view that it would be Mrs. Burton. Meantime, as
a visitor to the house in the future, it seemed that
he would have as special companion the grim and
taciturn Mrs. Seawell, towards whom bitter aversion

and hate were now developing in his heart. Another
swift change had taken place in the kaleidoscope of
life, and suddenly he found himself at the extreme
edge of the pattern it presented now, with Mrs. Sea-
well in disagreeable proximity to him. But Mrs.
Seawell was quite content with her position. She
seemed to say to Christopher, in attitude, "whither-
soever thou goest I will go"-so long as he was
within her precincts anyhow.
Grace noticed the attitude of everyone, and en-
joyed the situation. It was all a tribute to her im-
portance. Swiffles, of course, did not count, but
the three other men did. Each one of them wanted
her company and would have liked the other two
to be far, far away. But Chris was far away in
reality; he had of his own action placed himself at
that distance. So he should be satisfied if he could
see her and address an occasional word to her. As
for the other two, she would be gracious to them.
But she definitely preferred Burton to Collins.
Shortly after nine o'clock Christopher took his
departure. He had had about as much of Mrs. Sea-
well as he could stand. Without wishing her any
ill, he felt that news of her sudden death to-mor-
row would find him singularly unmoved. Indeed,
he hoped that he would not feel positively pleased.
As for a similar demise on the part of Messrs. Bur-
ton and Collins, that he would regard as a proper

interposition of an all-wise Providence. What made
him still more savage was the patronage in Burton's
manner when Burton shook hands with him on his
saying good-night. Burton, in fact, was distributing
patronage all round-except to Gracie. Mr. Collins
was already contemplating a violent quarrel with
him at some future date. "After all," thought Mr.
Collins, "this fellow must remember that I too am a
white man."
Chris walked home. He perceived that with two
young men specially visiting at the Seawell's, with
Grace as the attraction, it would be folly for him to
continue his frequent visits. And now he no long-
er bothered to deceive himself: he admitted that it
was Grace, not Swiffles, that he had been going so
often to see; and he recognized that his conduct was
fatuous. What could it possibly lead to? Grace
was free, single, pretty: she must marry some day.
And that day might be near. Why too did Mrs.
Seawell appear so strangely out of her habitual re-
tirement and plant herself upon him? Surely to
keep him away from Grace. Well, he supposed it
had to come some time: he had been living in a sort
of fool's paradise these last few months. He was
a married man. He must make the best of his lot
and his wife-provided that she would allow him
to do so. Would she? They were now further apart
than ever; there was now a wider gulf between
them than ever before. She still went about with
her friends, though they never came to her house.
He would have to tolerate the situation. There was
nothing else to do.
So thinking, he reached his home. His rubber-
heeled shoes made hardly any sound on the pave-
nment of the empty street. He saw a motor car
"aitiuig outside the house. He looked over the low
front fence towards the verandah, which was illumi-
nated by a single electric bulb. Then his heart
leaped violently, fiercely, and In another instant he
had kicked open the gate and had bounded on to
the verandah, where sat his wife and Henry Hal-

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Christopher; she did not perceive any particular
reason why she should. She certainly did not.wish
Chris to remain to welcome Henry.
Henry had greeted her hilariously. She had
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premises, but not very distinct to a casual glance.
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etoi'omical reasons-before sitting down.
"You must come, Amy," Henry insisted; "my
horse is bound to win: I know what it can do. If
y-ju bet a couple of dollars you will make big money,
for others are favourites-the folk here haven't got
ou to my filly yet. I have got entrance tickets for
you. so you have no excuse for not coming."
"But who am I to go with, Henry?" she asked.
couldn't very well go alone, could I?"
;o with me!"
"And have people talking about us? No, my
d-ri "
S(Of course," he said dubiously, "your husband
uuildn't take you .."
"He is not a racing man. We can count him
"And my sister isn't in town. Really, you know,
Amny. I can't see any good reason why you shouldn't
go 0 ith me. You'd meet some of the people we
bctll know, and you could join them. They'd be
"Perhaps and perhaps not. You can never be
certain here what anybody is going to do or be: I
haee found that out already. Muriel Marley may be
a, sweet as syrup or as sour as vinegar; it all de-
plnds on the mood she is in; and that's true en-
otugh nf the other women I know. Don't you see
how: it is, Henry? You are a real friend, and I be-
lieve Rupert is another; but you are both men. I
can't co around with men only, and I mustn't push
myself on the women: they'd soon give me the cold
shoulidr if I did. I don't quite belong to their set,
and I don't want them to remind me of that. I must
nait until they invite me. And if I go to the races
ithll a man or a couple of men alone-Lord!"
"Dog wouldn't pick up your bones, eh?"
"What is that?"
"A Jamaica vernacular expression. When any-
one- says that 'dog wouldn't pick up your bones,' it
niLean you are so completely down and out that
no,bndy will even look at you. Yet I would like you
to come to the races."
"Then why not ask one of your women friends
to invite me; or, better still, invite them and me
at the same time to be your party. That's easy,
i-n't it?"
'That's if they haven't made their arrangements
already. But I can try."
SI'd love you to! Tell you what. Claire is very
kind Ask her first,. She likes you and I feel that
she likes me too. Tell her I won't go alone or just

with you, and she will understand. If she wants
to she'll find a way to help."
"Amy, you are just great," cried Henry enthu-
siastically. He caught both her hands in his de-
light and continued speaking. "Of course Claire
will help. Hurrah!"
He pulled at her arms in his excitement and
she swayed towards him. In another second she
:would have righted her posture, which was purely in-
voluntary. But it was just at that moment that
Christopher, walking on rubber-heels, arrived at the
gate of his residence and saw what appeared to be
an act which he would colloquially have described
as "hands' play," with a kiss as its ultimate object.
Springing on to the verandah he glared down
at his wife and Henry Hallibut. The latter leaped
to his feet, recognizing that an unpremeditated
movement, purely impulsive, had placed him in a
somewhat false position. Amy did not move. She
glanced up at Christopher, with a questioning lift
of her eyebrows. Fire glowed in her eyes.
"It seems that I am just in time!" exclaimed
"Look here, old chap," began Henry, when
Amy's voice cut in upon them both.
"In time for what, Christopher?"
"You know as well as I do," asserted Christo-
pher "you know what I have just seen you both do-
"But look here, Brown," said Henry Hallibut,
"all that I did was to catch hold of Amy's hands.
We had just arranged that she should go to the
races to-morrow with Claire Brody-I knew you


would have no objection to that, and I was so pleas-
ed that my friends should be there to see my horse
win that I grabbed her hands because she said she'd
come. My dear fellow, you don't know how I feel
about my horse."
"I know how I feel about my wife, Mr. Hallibut,
and I don't choose to see her grabbed by any horse-
racing kind of a man, or any other man, behind my
"But I am sure I'd have done the same if you
had been on the spot," explained Henry, as though
the grabbing of ladies by the hand was a common-
place incident, as indeed it was among his particular
"I don't doubt that," agreed Christopher bitter-
ly; "you wouldn't care anything about my feelings;
but I have a sense of dignity, sir, and I wish to
tell you that this sort of nonsense must cease. It
ceases now."
"Oh, well, of course, if you take it that way,
old fellow, I can have nothing more to say; but I
am sure that when you think the matter over-"
"I don't want to think any matter over, Mr.
Hallibut. I have made my decision. Did you come
here to invite me as well as my wife to the races
to see your horse win?"
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that if Christopher were going to play the part cf
an insulted husband he must make all the amends
possible; besides, he realized that Christopher had
a right to be included in the invitation extended to
Amy. But he knew that if that invitation were
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SALIM GHISAYS, born in Carttgena. Colombia,
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accepted by both, he would not dare ask Claire
Brody to have anything to do with the business.
"Well, I refuse to go, and so does Amy," Chris-
topher declared bluntly.
"You refuse, but I don't," put in Amy with a
restraint that was threatening. "Why should I re-
fuse to go to Knutsford Park with Claire Brody?
I want to go."
"Claire Brody is only a blind," cried Christo-
'"Chrisopher. please don't insult me. I am
your wife. but I am quite a free agent."
"Not to carry on with--
"I say, Brown!" protested Henry.
"Go on: say it," said Amy in a peculiar
tone of voice. "What were you going to say about
my carrying on? With whom. and when and here?
I don't see how any sensible woman would carry
on with any man on an. open verandah, lighted and
facing the street, though youl might think it pos-
sible. Perhaps it is one of the practices of Miss
Grace Seawell. from whose house, I believe, you
have just come. Evidently )ou have been annoyed
by something that happened there: I notice that
you are home earlier than usual. You go there very
frequently; yet I don't remember having charged


you with carrying on with that young woman. But
please continue."
"I am not going there any more," Christopher
asserted. taken completely by surprise and so induced
to utter a thought then uppermost in his mind.
"So that's it." laughed Amy. and the laugh
was not in the least one of amusement. '"Something
has happen,-d. Did you think I didn't know where
you went so often at nights? Why, the servants
here know it. Yet I didn't show any objection or
imagine anything wrong-that is the word you
would like to use, isn't it? But something has
evidently happened; so you have hurried home to
give me instructions as to how I should act with
my friends. But as I don't interfere between you
and your friends. I refuse to allow you to interfere
between me and mine. That's flat."
"0. don't let us quarrel," implored Henry. "I
am no t aiming at creating any disagreeableness be-
tween you and Amy. Brown; I wouldn't dare to do
that. If you don't want me to be friendly-"
"I don't, and that's the long and the short of
it, Mr. Hallibut. I don't want any talk about Amy,
and the best thing to do is to stop the sort of fool-
ishness that has been going on. She Is not going
to the races with you people."
"Very well," said Henry; "but I am sorry."
"I may not be going to the races with Henry
and his friends," said Amy, and her voice had sunk
very low, but had increased in intensity, "yet I am
going to the races to-morrow. I can go alone quite
well. You will understand that at once."
"If you go I go," threatened Christopher. "That
is what you will understand."
'I can't prevent you from going. But I go alone.
We are not leaving this place together, and I tell
you here and now that if we meet at Knutsford
I sill not join you or any of the common people
you may be with. Put that in your pipe and smoke
"Common people?" questioned Christopher, his
blood at the boil; "common people? And who made
you any better than them?"
"Since you are forcing me to speak plainly,"
said Amy, still in a low and intense tone of voice
-but Henry would not wait to hear more He
wanted to hurry away; the scene was too disturb-
ing. -;Goodnight." he said loudly to them both,
caught at his hat, which he had placed on an ad-
jacent window-sill. and made for the gate. He
could do no good by remaining, he told himself,
and might do some harm.
Neither Amy nor Christopher answered his fare-
well. He disappeared into his car, and then Amy
rose to her feet.
"W\e are goine to have a clear understanding,"
she said.
"As my wife you promised to love, honour and
hbey me." said Christopher, "and it is my duty to
save your name from being tarnished."
"My name can be tarnished only by its being
the same as yours." replied Amy bitterly, "and no
silly sort or church service could ever force a wo-
man to love, honour and obey a fool. I have no
love for you and never had. To talk about hon-
ouring you is laughable: do you think anybody
rould? And obey' You must be joking! Even if
you had married a girl of your type. like this Grace
Scawell. she wouldn't have obeyed you. You see,
I know all about you and her. I have friends that
"Isidore!" exclaimed Christopher.
**So you admit it? Well, it's none of my busi-
ness. I am not accusing the young woman or you
of anything. but I am not going to allow you to
dictate all my movements because I am a stranger
in this country. I am English. white, and well
able to take care of myself. And I am going to
the races to-morrow. If you want to make a scene
there. you can. But it is you who will be laughed
at. not me."
"By God if you go-'"
"By God I will go!"
"Then you can go to hell after that."
"I won't go to hell, but I shall probably leave
your house. You are not going to make me toe any
line drawn by you. my good man.
She flounced away to her own room: he heard
her door slam and the key loudly turned in the lock;
he was certain she meant to go to the races the
next day.
He was equally certain that be would not be
going. He dreaded a public scene; he did not want
to be talked about or laughed at. "Why did I
marry this woman?" he cried aloud, then became
startled lest the servants, who slept on the pre-
mises. should hear him. But he consoled himself
with the thought that they were probably entertain-
ing male visitors in their rooms just then, though
strictly forbidden to do so: and at. the moment he
heartily approved of domestic disobedience, and sur-
reptitious male visitors where servants were con-
cerned. even if this meant a transgression of the
rules of conduct and morality.
Amy had talked about leaving his house; but
of course she didn't mean that. She had said it in
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The Way of a Maid


HE'S smart... she's got to be smart to do her part in balancing
the family budget and yet still satisfy her womanly desire for
beautiful things.
So she goes to work to earn her way through shopping so to speak
...and finds an easy way to shop--and save--and yet be smart in
the most alluring way.
At 'ISSA'S' and 'The ENTERPRISE' she finds fashion's most
famous discoveries interrupted in the midst of their triumphant suc-
eI cesses abroad and brought to her at prices made possible only through
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The time and money she saves in shopping thus make a favourable
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shopping this modern way.

She's on her way to
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a temper. She would remain under his roof. But
henceforward there would be little good feeling be-
tween them: the rift was now absolute. That con-
viction forced itself upon his mind; it seemed like
. revelation, but was only a realisation of the fun-
damental incompatibility of their minds, characters
outlook, wishes; of their whole attitude towards
life. He was not happy and could never be happy
with her; he knew that. He did not like the things
and the people that pleased her. He should have
married Grace Seawell. He loved Grace, was at
home with her, even when she treated him sharp-
ly; there was sympathy and natural comprehension
between them. If only Amy would go back to Eng-
land, he would be relieved. He would support her
there as best he could; but the bubble of an imag-
ined happiness with her was now pricked for good.
His marriage was a galling chain. He had made
a fool of himself and must abide the consequences.
She did not leave her room before he left the
next morning.
At about three o'clock in the afternoon she went
up to Knutsford Park in a taxi, arfd as soon as she
made her appearance in the special enclosure she
was approached by Eugene Isidore.
"Let me see if I can get you a ticket for the
members' stand," he said; "you'll be more comfort-
able there," and he went Off in the direction of one
of the race-stewards.
Then Henry saw her. He came up to her at
once. "So sorry about last night," he murmured;
"it was all my fault. Is your husband here?"
"I don't know," she said, "and it really doesn't
matter. Mr. Isidore is getting me a ticket for the
special stand."
"Good old Eugene," said Henry gratefully, "he
is always helpful. You don't think Christopher is
coming, do you?"
"Honestly, I don't think he is. And if he did,
what could he do? Surely I have the right to go
to races!"
"Yes; that's so. Shall I ask Claire or Muriel to
invite you to join them?"
"No, Henry; now that I am here on my own,
if they want me they can ask me. I am going on
a new tack now, you see, and I am going to try
out my friends. I shall soon find out which is
He didn't understand her; but just then Eugene
came back with a little pink disc which entitled the
wearer to enter the special stand at will. "Are you
going with Henry, or shall I take you in?" he asked.
"You should," she smiled, "you got me the en-
trance ticket."
"I will join you shortly," said Henry; "I have
to go and look after my horse; she runs in the next
He hurried away; Amy strolled towards the
fence that divided the enclosure from the race track,
and Eugene Isidore walked by her side.
"What's the matter?" he asked. "You look pre-
occupied, and you came alone. What's up?"
"Nothing. Except that I want to get a job;
something that I can do. Do you know of anything?
You are the sort of man, I feel, that people instinc-
tively turn to when in any difficulty,"
Eugene thrilled. He was vain, but, as she had
suggested, highly capable; he knew he was both
capable and vain, but in spite of his own recogni-
tion of his vanity he loved to hear complimentary
and even flattering things said of him. He regard-
ed them as a tribute to his worth, and his opinion
of his worth was very high indeed.
He did not attempt to modify her assertion with
any verbal pretence of modesty. "What's the dif-
ficulty?" he asked her.
"I may tell you later-I am not sure. I am not
telling you now. Do you think you could get me
a job?"
"I have always known I could. I knew it the
first day you went over my shop with me."
"And I thought you might need a job some day:
it was at least possible.-Look, there's Henry's horse
coming out now!"
"If you want to bet on him, Eugene, don't let
me keep you."
"I am going to bet on him, but I needn't leave
you to do that. Are you taking a chance?"
"I'll risk a dollar; it's all I can afford."
"I'll risk just one dollar too, and here's the
young man who will buy our tickets." Isidore
called to a young fellow who was speeding in the
direction of the betting stations, and asked him to
purchase two tickets on Under-The-Sun.
"I have been very much under the sun since I
have been in Jamaica," laughed Amy; "and now
I am wondering whether in the future I shall be
under a cliud. I wonder."
"You mean that if you get a job your friends
won't bother with you?: But that wouldn't make
?ny difference to them." ..

"It shouldn't," agreed Amy, "if the job is all
right. You said you could get me one, that you
have always known you could?"
"Yes. That day when you showed the girl in
my millinery department how she should trim the
hat she had in hand, I knew there was a place in
that department waiting for you if you should ever
want it: the first place. You could make money for
me; in a few months you could train every girl
there to do better than she is doing. You have a
real talent for millinery; I saw that; and, after
all, I am a business man. I'll give you four pounds
a week until your department looks up, which
shouldn't be long. By Jove, they are off!"
"Thank you!" cried Amy; "you have come to
my rescue. What a start! Under-The-Sun is almost
dead last!"
A great shout had gone up from the thousands
in the stands and on the course, a roaring medley
of voices. Black faces on the ground fronting the
grandstands were eager with hope, contorted with
excitement; straining eyes followed the bunch of
horses that, at the fall of the starting tape, had
leaped into the race. In the stands there was a vast
enthusiasm, with exclamations of joy, laughter, a
flinging hither and yon of surmises and speculations,
a rustle, a movement, the vibration of a great crowd
vividly alive.

There were eight horses in the race. The eyes
of Amy were fixed upon one fine chestnut filly whose
rider was clothed in yellow from waist to head-
bright yellow body and sleeves, yellow cap the
colour of the sun. The horse was an unknown
quantity and decidedly not a favourite; an outsider
in which only the personal friends of Henry Hallibut
took any interest whatever. "It is almost last," cried
Amy, as the horses jumped off, and Eugene Isidore
"That means nothing at this stage. The first
horse is not far in front and the length to go is a
mile. They have just started "
Distant flashes of colour advertised the names
of each racer to those who could distinguish ea.h
from each. Three of the horses were to the fore,
a rider with a blue jacket leading. The other five
were bunched up in the rear, and thus they kept
for half the length of the race.
As the eye swept from south to north it en-
countered the gorgeous greenery of high surround-
ing mountains. Overhead glittered a golden sky, the
sun sending forth light and warmth-heat also-to
the vast green sward and the clustered excited peo-
ple below. An observation aeroplane soared above.
Opposite to the stand the racing creatures seemed
to realise that now was coming the great moment
of endeavour, and in an instant the horse with

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had pressed him close.I: and a .11t her horb-e thun-
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and Linder-Te-Sun taken his pJlare! A furlong
more and the race is I'- t and w\n---ut see, Under-
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a desperate gesture. Pel-lm .n s rider liftr his whip.
Body to hody. neck to ne.:k. the gallant brutes dash
down the short home stretch and frantic rries
deafen the ears; while thli! stir the hlol ani
iallse the pulse to leap 'Tlien the raiers Ilash past
the nwinningpost and the r'r-aed bn-l oni the a roind
beyond are screaming with delight. Under-The-Sun
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"Henry has won. Henry has won!" ex laimend
Amy again and again, and Eugene Isidore smiled :.t
her enthusiasm
"And you have won iou." he said. "and I. We
had only a dollar each on the horse, but I guess :t
must have paid handsomely. Not many tickets can
have been taken on it. Let us watch the board
where the winnings are declared.
"Twenty-four pounds. seven shillings," he con-
tinued. "Not a bad percentage. Amy. Don't you
wish now you had taken five tickets instead of one?"
"Don't youT""
"I am not much of a gambler. But I am glad
when I win I can throw a party at the Myrtle Bank
with my winnings to-night Will you come?"
"Of course. And when do I turn in to work?"
"Will next Monday do?''
"Excellent. And now we must meet Henry Ias
he comes in from the padduck. This is one of the
happiest days of his life."
"In mine too. for I have gut a good job in Ji.
maica-under the sun," continued Amy. and Eugene
"I suppose a split has come with her husband.'
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"But you said not long ago. me darling. that
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"I didn't think so then, for I didn't really be-
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as we have no hostile witnesses. And what I feel
about him-well, I wouldn't like to tell even you.
He has not only injured Christopher; he is trying
to injure me. Because my tailoring department is
getting on well, he puts up this girl to boost his
millinery department: it is niothiiie but sheer malice
on his part. He is worse than any murderer. It is
a relief to know that when he dies he must go to
"Meantime he is on earth," mused Mrs. Solo-
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to leave him. What poor Christopher say?"
"He told me the whole thing to-day. This
morning, his wife go quietly up to him and tell him
that she is leaving him. She says that they can't
get on together and so it is better that they should
now separate. She packed her things and went
off later on-to lodgings. That poor young fellow
was in tears when he told me the story; and though
Aie was three hours late I only bucked him up and
sent him at once to attend to some customers that
were in the store, for there is nothing like work to
keep a man from worrying over his troubles. I told
him to come up here tonight and have a bite with
us, and then we can talk the matter over. I am
fighting by his side."
"You are a good boy, Solomon," said his mother
fondly; "not many men in your position would treat
a clerk like you treat Christopher."
"Don't I know it!" exclaimed Solomon compla-
"God will bless you for it."
"I am sure He will"; and at the moment, in or-
der that God's blessing should assume a lucrative
form, Solomon made up his mind to fight more
strenuously than ever on Christopher's side, though
how and when the battle should rage he had not
the faintest conception.
Christopher dropped in at the Solomon Josephs'
residence at seven that evening. Of course he had
been there before, but always on business. Now he
came as a guest, as a man stricken with sorrow
and much acquainted with grief, but the thought
that he would sit at dinner with the great Solomon
Joseph himself, and his mother, stirred him to the
soul. Really, it was almost worth while having your
wife leave you if such compensations were to be
yours, especially if of late you had begun to dis-
cover that you and your wife were poles apart and
that you were actually happier in other people's
True, there was the scandal: your name would
soon be in the mouth of everybody who knew you.
.But if you- personally were free from blame, .vo1
could only win a dignified (sympathy, while your
own conscience acquitted you of any sort of shame.
To be a Martyr to Society.,persecuted, but bearing
it all with high dlgnlty.-there were many worse
,ihn'gs than that. Aud to be elevated at the same
time to the platform of a personal friendship with
Mr. Solomon Joseph-ah, kind heaven, surely that
proved that there was still a lot of balm in Gilead.
"Come in. my son." said Mrs. Joseph to Chris-

topher in motherly accents: "let me take your hat.
You would like to wash your hands before dinner?
You wash them already? Well, come this way and
have a little bite with us. You must keep up your
At this Christopher assumed an appearance of
great physical debility, as though he had been fast-
ing for weeks. He combined it with a look of men-
tal dejection which he felt appropriate to the occa-
sion. He wished that Grace Seawell, Morice Sterna,
Mr. Burton, Geneva Collins and others of his ac-
quaintance could see him now, seated, as it were,
in the seat of a King Solomon II.
"Welcome, Christopher, welcome!" cried Mr. So-
lomon Joseph warmly, extending a manly hand to
the sufferer from marital injustice. "Welcome, me
boy. It is good to have a friend to turn to at a time
of stricken tribulation. You must have a whisky
and soda. It will do you good."
Christopher at that moment would have had an
arsenic and soda had Mr. Joseph advised it; coming
from such a source it would have tasted like nectar
to him-what it might have done to him afterwards
need hardly be speculated upon.
He took his drink, and felt the better for it; then
they all sat down to dinner.
Hospitality was part of Mrs. Solomon Joseph's
nature; and she firmly believed that a stomach re-
plete with good food was one of the best-known an-
tidotes for grief and sorrow obtainable. So she plied
Christopher with excellent viands,. and he ate and
felt comforted; and he drank another whisky and
soda, and after dinner the three of them repaired
to the verandah fronting the sea to talk over a
question compared with which the Great World War
now seemed an insignificant detail of history.
"So you are all alone now," said Mrs. Joseph,
opening the parliament; "deserted."
"Like a rock in the wilderness." added Mr. So
lom,:n Joseph.
The simile did not seem appropriate, since it
was not at all apparent that rocks suffered desertion
even in the wilderness; but Mr. Joseph liked the ex-
"I am thrown back upon myself," said Christo-
pher, aware that the occasion called for something
in the way of heroics. "I am a man, married, and
yet without a wife. My name is mua. Everybody
is laughing at me."
"There is nothing to laugh at about you," said
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