The Marriage of Esther. A Torres Straits sketch, etc

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BY THE SAME AUTHOR. Price 5s. IN STRANGE COMPANY. A Story of Chili and the Southern Seas. With 6 Full-page Illustrations by Stanley L. Wood. WARD, LOCK, AND BOWDEN, LIMITED. THE MAREIAGE OF ESTHER " The combatants faced each other." The Marriage of Esther. [.Page 7. THE MARRIAGE OF ESTHER A TORRES STRAITS SKETCH BY GUY BOOTHBY AUTHOR OF "ON THE WALLABY," " IN STRANGE COMPANY," ETO. "With Foue full-page Illustrations ey Stanley L. Wood LONDON : WARD, LOCK & BOWDEN, LIMITED, WARWICK HOUSE, SALISBURY SQUARE, E.C. NEW YORK AND MELBOURNE. 1895. [All rights reserved.] DEDICATION St. Andrew's Square, Surbiton, Surrey. Mt dear Harsant, To a sympathetic man like yourself, whose knowledge of life embraces an acquaintance with many queer places and still queerer folk (the like of which must necessarily lie outside the ken of the stay-at-home Englishman's experience), this little story of an island looking up, as I write, out of a green sea somewhere between the New Guinea and Australian coasts, and its inhabitants, may appeal with some certainty of exciting interest.

Apart from all other considerations, if it only serves to make yoii look back with a touch of kindness on that bewitching world located " somewhere east of Suez," and with which we are both so well acquainted, I shall feel amply rewarded ; while if, better still, it has the good fortune to bring your thoughts somewhat nearer home, and to the remembrance of our many hours of pleasant intercourse, there will be no one more genuinely delighted than Yours ever sincerely, Guy Boothby. Dr. J. G. Harsant, Exeter Road, Bournemouth. CONTENTS CHAP. PAGE I, TWO MEN A FIGHT AND A SERIES OF CALAMITOUS CIRCUMSTANCES ... ... 1 II. A WOMAN A RECOVERY — TRANSFORMATIONS AND TWO RESOLVES 33 III. THE WORLD, THE FLESH, AND THE DEVIL ... 60 IV. DESTINY AN ACCIDENT AND A BETROTHAL 92 V. A WEDDING A CONVERSATION AND AN EPISODE ... ... 110 VI.

A TEMPTATION A FALL AND A SERIES OF EMOTIONS ... 121 VII. SATISFACTION DISSATISFACTION AND A CONTEMPLATED ARRIVAL ... ... ... 138 VIII. A VISION AND A REALITY ... ... ... 152 IX. HAPPINESS UNHAPPINESS — AND A MAN OF THE WORLD ... ... ... ... 166 X. DELIRIUM — A RECOGNITION — A DEPARTURE AND A RETURN 195 XI. BATTLE AND MURDER ... ... ... 232 XII. CONCLUSION AND

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it u u <( LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS PAGE THE COMBATANTS FACED EACH OTHER" ... ... 8 HE CLAMBERED FORRARD IN THE BOAT AND STARED AT THE PASSING MULTITUDE" 157 >i SHE STOPPED, AND TAKING HIS GREAT BROWN HAND IN HERS, STROKED IT WITH HER OWN WHITE FINGERS" ... ... ... ... 173 nE SAW AN ARM GO UP AND A KNIFE DESCEND1'

Chapter I Two Men

— A FIGHT — AND A SERIES OF CALAMITOUS CIRCUMSTANCES Scene. — The bar of the Hotel of All Nations, Thursday Island. Time, 9.35, one hot evening towards the end of summer. The room contains about twenty men, in various stages of undress ; an atmosphere like the furnace doors of Sheol ; two tatterdemalions lolling, apart from the rest, at the end of a long counter ; a babel of voices, a continuous clinking of glasses, with the thunder of the surf, on the beach outside, over all. THERE was surely complete evidence before the house that the two ragamuffins, particularized above, were unpopular. So far the silent but con temptuous superiority of the taller, and the drunken, and consequently more outspoken, insolence of his companion, had failed to prepossess one single soul in their favour. Even the Barman, upon whose pro fessional affability the most detested might, during moments of the world's disaffection, rely with some B degree of certainty, had not been able to bring him self to treat them otherwise than with the most studied coldness.

This fact was in itself significant, not only because it showed the state of his own feelings towards them, but because it served to give the customers of the Hotel of All Nations their cue, upon which they were not slow to model their own behaviour. Men are peculiarly imitative animals at times. But, however much his manners might fall short of the ideal, the taller of the twain was certainly not ill-looking. In stature he might have been described as distinctly tall; his inches would have totalled considerably over six feet. His frame was large, his limbs plainly muscular ; his head was not only well set upon his shoulders, but admirably shaped ; while his features, with the exception of a somewhat pronounced nose, were clearly cut and, if one may be permitted the expression, exceedingly harmonious.

His eyes were of an almost greeny shade of blue, and his hair, brown like his moustache, fell back off his forehead in graceful curls, as if the better to accentuate the fact that his ears were small and flat, and, what is uncommon in those organs, packed in close to his head. On the other hand, how ever, his costume, judged even by Thursday Island TWO MEN 3 standards, was not so satisfactory. It consisted of a pair of much-worn moleskin trousers, a patched shirt of doubtful texture and more than doubtful hue, open at the neck and revealing to the world's gaze a waste of sunburnt chest, and, on his head, a cabbage-tree hat that had long since ceased to be either new or waterproof. His extremities were bare, and, at the moment of our introduction, for want of something better to do, he was engaged in idly tracing Euclid's Pons Asinorum in the sand of the floor with the big toe of his right foot.

So much for Cuthbert Ellison, the principal figure in our story. Silas Murkard, his companion, was fashioned on totally different lines. Sis height was as much below the average as his companion's was above it; his back was also broad, but much misshapen ; while his legs, which were altogether too long for his body, had a peculiar habit of knocking together at the knees as he walked. It was for this reason that he wore the two leather patches inside, and half-way up, his trouser legs, that had been the subject of so much ironical comment earlier in the day. But, since the patches had been put in, the garment had shrunk almost out of recognition, and in consequence they were no longer of use in checking the friction. As a result, two ominous holes were assisting still further in the business of disintegration going on all over his raiment.

It was peculiar also, that in spite of the workmanship once bestowed upon his threadbare coat, the hump between his abnormally broad shoulder-blades gave his head an appearance of being always craned forward in search of some thing ; which notion of inquisitiveness was not less ened by the pinched sharpness of his face. Indeed, it might even be said that his features backed up the impression thus given, and hinted that he was one of that peculiar class of persons who, having much to conceal in their own lives, are never really happy unless they are engaged in discovering something of an equally detrimental character in those of their neighbours. But in this respect Dame Nature had maligned him. He had many faults, few men more, but, whatever else he might have been, he certainly was not inquisitive.

Doubtless, had he been questioned on the subject, he would have replied with the Apocrypha, " The curiosity of knowing things has been given to man for a scouro-e." And even if he had not anything else to boast of, he had, at least, his own ideas of the use and properties of mental scourges ! The two men had appeared in the settlement that morning for the first time. Up to the moment of TWO MEN 5 their debarkation from the trading schooner Merry Mermaid, not one of the inhabitants had, to his knowledge, ever set eyes on them before. Who they were, and what the reason of their destitution, were problems presenting equal difficulties of solu tion. Thursday Island, however, has not the repu tation of being a fastidious place, and it is probable that, had their behaviour not been such as to excite remark, their presence would have passed unnoticed.

But, as I have already said, the smaller of the pair was unfortunately under the influence of liquor; and, as if to be in harmony with his own distorted outline, it was a curious form that his inebriation took. Had the observer chanced upon him casually, he would, in nine cases out of ten, have taken it to be his normal condition. He stood leaning against the counter, his head craned forward, slowly and deliberately talking to himself, calmly criticizing the appearances and manners of those about him. And though every word he uttered could be plainly heard all over the bar, his companion did not seek to check him. Indeed, it was very possible, being buried in his own thoughts, that he did not hear him. " The depth of a man's fall," Murkard was saying, with drunken deliberation, " can be best gauged by an investigation of the company he keeps.

To think that I should fall as low as this spawn." He looked round the room, and having spat in disgust upon the floor, murmured in conclusion, " Qui mores hominum multorum vidit et urbes." "How long, O Lord, how long ? " A big pearler, known in the settlement, by reason of his fighting powers, as Paddy the Lasher, here rolled heavily along the counter and confronted him. " Look here, my duck," he said warningly, " I don't want to put in my oar where it isn't wanted, but if our company ain't good enough for the likes of you and your mate there, I don't know as how it wouldn't be best for us to part." But the little man only sighed, and remarked somewhat inconsequently to the moths fluttering round the lamp above his head — " The honest heart that's free from a' Intended fraud or guile, However Fortune kick the ba', Has aye some cause to smile."

Paddy the Lasher's reply was a blow direct from the shoulder. It caught the other half an inch above the left eyebrow, and felled him to the ground like a log. In an instant the whole bar was alive; men rose from their seats inside, and more poured into tbe room from the benches outside. There was A FIGHT 7 every prospect of a fight, and as the company had stood in need of some sort of excitement for a considerable time past, they did not attempt to stop it. Murkard lay just as he had fallen, but his companion was not so comatose. He picked the inanimate figure up, and placed it in a corner. Then, without the slightest sign of emotion, rolling up his tattered shirt-sleeves as he went, he stepped across to where the hitter awaited the course of events. " I believe I shall be obliged to have your blood for that blow," he said, as calmly as if it were a matter of personal indifference.

" You mean to say you think you'll have a try. Well, all things considered, I don't know as how I'm not willing to oblige you ! Come outside." Without another word they passed from the reeking bar-room into the fragrant summer night. Overhead the Southern Cross and myriads of other stars shone lustrous and wonderful, their effulgence being reflected in the coal-black waters of the bay until it had all the appearance of an ebony floor powdered with finest gold-dust. A sudden hush had fallen on the world. Not a voice was to be heard, only the roll of the surf upon the beach, the faint music of a concertina from somewhere on the hillside, and the rustling of the night wind among the palms. Having made a ring, the combatants faced each other. They were both powerful men, and, though temporarily the worse for the liquor they had taken, in perfect condition.

The fight promised to be a more than usually exciting one; and realizing this, two little Kanaka boys shoved their way in through the circle to obtain a better view. Half-an-hour later Ellison had sent his adversary home with a broken jaw. As for himself, he had for the time being lost the use of one eye and a thumb, and was mopping a cut on his left ear with a handkerchief borrowed from his old enemy the Barman. Everybody admitted that never before, in the history of the Island, had a more truly gorgeous and satisfactory fight been seen. And it was curious what a difference the contest made in the attitude of the public towards him. Before it had occurred palpably despised, Ellison now found himself the most courted in the saloon ; there could be no doubt that the fair and open manner in which he had taken upon himself the insult to his friend, the promptness with which he had set about avenging it, and tbe final satisfactory result had worked wonders with the onlookers.

He could have been drunk twice over, without cost to himself, had he complied with the flattering requests made to him. Even the Barman invited him to name his favourite beverage. But he would accept nothing. Hardly replying to the congratulations showered upon him, he re entered the bar and hastened towards his now recovering companion. Passing an arm round him, he raised him to his feet, and then led him from the house. Together they picked their way through the circle of benches outside, and making towards the east, disappeared into the darkness of the night. Without talking, on and on they walked, slowing down now and again to enable Ellison to mop the blood that trickled down his neck. The path was difficult to find, and very hard to keep when found ; but almost without attention, certainly without in terest, they plodded on.

Only when they had left the last house behind them, and had entered the light scrub timber on the hillside did they call a halt. Then Murkard, seizing the opportunity, threw him self upon the ground with a sigh of relief. At first Ellison did not seem to notice his action ; he stood, for some moments, looking down upon the star-spangled sea, in a brown study. Presently, how ever, he returned to consciousness, and then also with a sigh sat down a few yards away from his companion. Still neither spoke, and after a little while Murkard fell asleep. In the same posture, his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands, the other sat on and on, gazing with eyes that saw nothing of the Present into the tangled wilderness of his Past. The waves broke on the shingle among the man groves with continuous rhythm — a night-bird hooted dolefully in the branches above his head — the wind moaned round the hillside ; but still he sat oblivious of everything — thinking, thinking, thinking.

He seemed unconscious of the passage of time, unconscious of what was going on around him, of every thing but the sudden and acute pain and horror of his degradation. A moral awakening had come to him. The effect of the liquor he bad drunk was fast clearing off his brain, showing him his present position in colours of double-dyed distinctness. He had once been what the world calls " a gentleman," and it was part of his punishment that every further fall from grace should cut deeper and deeper into his over-sensitive soul. The question he was asking himself was one of paramount importance— Was he past pulling up ? And if he did manage to stop himself before it was too late, would his stand against Fate be of any avail to him . Would he ever be able to rid his mind of the remembrance of these days of shame ?

He very much doubted it! If that were so then, where would be the advantage of pulling up . Like a good many men in a similar position, he had discovered that it was one thing to commit acts which he knew to be degrading, and quite another to be saddled with the continual remembrance of them. Jean Paul argues that " remembrance is the only Paradise from which we cannot be driven " ; Ellison would have described it as " the only hell from which there is no escape." For he was the possessor of one besetting sin, of which he had good reason to be aware; and the existence of that peccability was the chief terror of his existence. It crowded his waking hours, spoilt his dreams, operated on all his thoughts and utterances, was a source of con tinual danger and self-humiliation, alienated his friends, reduced the value of his assertions to a minimum ; and yet with it all he considered himself an honourable man.

His had been a gradual fall. Coming to Australia with a considerable sum of money and valuable in troductions, he had quickly set himself to dissipate the one and to forfeit any claim upon the other. His poverty forced uncongenial employment upon him when the first departed; and his pride prevented him from deriving any benefit from the second, when his hunger and destitution called upon him to make use of them. In sheer despair he drifted into the Bush, and, by reason of his very incompetence, was obliged to herd with the lowest there. At the end of six months, more of a beast than a human, he found his way back into the towns, to become that most hopeless of all the hopeless — a Remittance man. At first he had earnestly desired employment, but seek how he would he could discover none; when he did find it the desire to work had left him.

His few friends, tried past endurance, having lost what little faith they had ever possessed in him, now turned their backs upon him in despair. So, from being an ordinary decayed gentleman, he had de generated into a dead-beat beach-comber of the most despised description. And the difference is even greater than the lay mind would at first suppose. By the time he had come down to sleeping in tanks on wharves, and thinking himself lucky to obtain one to himself; to existing on cabmen's broken victuals, and prowling round dust-bins for a meal, he had brought himself to understand many and curious things. It was at this juncture that he met Silas Murkard, a man whose fall had been, if possible, even greater than his own. After a period of mutual distrust they had become friends, migrated together into Queensland, tried their hands at a variety of employments, and at last found their way as far north as Torres Straits, and its capital, Thurs day Island.

What their next move was going to be they could not have told. Most probably they had not given the matter a thought. Blind Fate had a good deal to do with their lives and actions. "Sufficient unto the day is the evil thereof," had become their motto, and for that reason they had no desire to be made aware of any further misery the morrow had in store for them. After a while Ellison rose and went across to where his companion lay asleep, his arms stretched out, and his head several inches lower than his body. He looked down at him with a feeling that would be difficult to analyze. There was something gruesomely pathetic about the man's posture — it betokened a total loss of self-respect, an absence of care for the future, and a general moral abandon ment that was not describable in words. Once while Ellison watched he rolled his head over and moaned softly.

That was too much for the other; he thought for a moment, and then went across to where he could just discern some tall reeds growing against the sky. Pulling an armful he returned to the spot, and having made them into a pillow, placed them beneath the sleeper's bead. Then, leaving the little plateau, he descended to the shore and commenced a vigorous sentry-go that lasted until dawn. The effect of the liquor he had drunk that evening had now quite departed from him, leaving his brain, so it seemed to him, clearer than it had been for months past. As a result of that clearness, the argument upon which he had been engaging himself before, now wheeled back upon him. That same mysterious monitor was once more urging him to bestir himself before it was too late, to emerge from this life of shameful degradation that held him before its toils closed upon him for ever.

Surely he could do it! It only needed the rousing of that pride he had once boasted he possessed. Then friendless, powerless, backed only by the strength of his com plete despair, he would show the world that he had still a little pluck left in him. Yes, with the rising sun he would begin a new life, and having made this last desperate stand, it should go hard with him if he did not succeed in it. As he made his resolution he espied the first signs of breaking day. The stars were paling in the east; a strange weird fight was slowly creeping from the gateway of the dawn; the waves broke upon the shingle with a sound that was almost a moan; the night-bird fled her tree with a mocking farewell; even the wind sighed through the long grass with a note of sadness be had not before discerned in it.

Distant though he was from it, some eighty yards, he could make out Murkard's recumbent figure, huddled up exactly as he had left it. There was even a sort of reproach in that. Yes; he would uprouse himself — he would prove himself still a fighter. The world should not be able to say that it had beaten him. There must surely be chances of employment if only he could find them. He would set about the search at once. Every moment the light was widening, and with it a thick mist was rising on the lower lands. To escape this he ascended the hill, and approached his companion. As he was still wrapped in the same heavy sleep, he did not wake him, but sat down and looked about him. The sea below was pearly in its smoothness, the neighbouring islands seemed to have come closer in this awesome fight — a lugger, astir with the day, was drawing slowly through the Pass, and, while he watched, the sun, with a majesty untranslatable, rose in his strength, and day was born.

About seven o'clock Murkard woke and stared about him. He regarded his companion steadily for half a minute, and then sat up. Their location seemed to puzzle him. He looked at Ellison for an explanation. " What the deuce are we doing up here ? " " I don't know. We came, I'm sure I couldn't tell you why. You were most uncommonly drunk last night, if that could have had anything to do with it." " I suppose I must have been, at any rate I feel most uncommonly bad this morning. Anything happen ? " " You insulted a man — he hit you, I hit him." " Result— you . " "This! And this!" "He?" " Broken jaw ! " "I'm obliged to you. This is not the first debt of the kind I owe you. At the same time I suppose I ought to apologize ? " " Pray spare yourself the trouble." " Thank you, I think I will. I hate being under obligations to any man, particularly a friend.

And now, mem ami, what are we going to do next ? I have a sort of hazy idea that we did not make ourselves as popular as we might have done yesterday." "I think you managed to openly insult nine tenths of the population, if that's what you mean." "Very likely. It's the effect of a public school education, you know. But, to return to my question, what are we going to do next . " " Directly civilization gets up I'm going into the township." " In search of breakfast ? " " No, in search of employment." " The deuce ! I must indeed have been drunk yesterday not to have noticed this change coming over you. And pray what do you want to work for?" " Because I have made up my mind to have done with this sort of life — because I want to save myself while there's time — because I want to be able to look the world in the face again.

If you really are so anxious to know, that's why." "You remind me of our old friend the village blacksmith. Hadn't he some ambition that way, eh ? ■ He looked the whole world in the face, For he owed not any man ! ' Wasn't that it? I always did think him a bad business man. He couldn't have realized the fact that credit is the backbone of the commercial anatomy. c Anyhow yours is a foolish reasoning — a very foolish reasoning. What possible desire can a man of your training have to look the world in the face ? What will you see when you do look there ? Only inquiries into your past, a distrust of your present, and a resolve to have no more to do with your future than is absolutely necessary. Personally, I find the world's back a good deal worthier of cultivation." " All the same I intend to try to find something to do."

" Pray don't let me stop you. One more question, however — What does your Serene Mightiness intend for me ? I doubt if I am a good worker, but I am at liberty to accept any remunerative post within your gift — Chancellorship of one of your Duchies, for instance, Mastership of your Imperial Majesty's Hounds, Keeper of the Privy Purse, Lord Cham " " You can scoff as much as you please, you won't alter my determination. I am going now. Good morning ! " " Your Majesty will find me still in waiting when you return unsuccessful." " Good-morning ! " "If your Majesty has time to think about such mundane matters, your Majesty might endeavour to induce one of your confiding subjects to lend the Imperial kitchen a little flour. If I had it now I might be making a damper during your Majesty's absence."

" Good-morning ! " " Good-morning ! Ellison turned his face in the direction of the settlement and strode off round the hill. He had not the slightest expectation of finding any lucrative employment when he got there, but he was full of the desire to work. If he failed this time it should not be imputed against him as his owd fault. He at least was eager, and if Society did not give him the wherewithal upon which to spend his energy, then it must be set against his score with Society. In the devotion of the present it seemed to him that all his past was atoned for and blotted out. And under the influence of this sudden glow of virtuous resolution he left the hill and entered the township. Already the sea-front was astir with the business of the new-born day. As he approached the principal store he descried the bulky figure of the proprietor upon the jetty, superintending the unloading of some cases from a boat lying alongside it.

Pulling himself together he crossed the road and accosted him. " Mr. Tugwell, I believe ? " he began, raising his tattered cabbage-tree with a touch of his old polite ness. The merchant turned and looked him up and down. " Yes, that is certainly my name. What can I do for you?" " I am in search of employment. I thought perhaps you could help me." "I don't seem to remember your face somehow. You are a stranger in the Island ? " " I only arrived yesterday. I am an Englishman. I don't want to whine, but I might add that I was once an English gentleman." " Dear me ! You look as if you have been making rough weather of it lately." " Very. As a proof, I may tell you that I have not eaten a mouthful since I landed from my boat yesterday morning." "What can you do? I am in want of an ex perienced hand to pack shell.

Can you qualify ? " " I have never tried, but I dare say I could soon learn." " Ah, that's a horse of a different colour. I have no time to waste teaching you. It's a pity, but that's the only way I can help you. Stay, here's some thing that will enable you to get a breakfast." He balanced a shilling on the ends of his fingers. The morning sunlight sparkled on its milled edge. For a moment Ellison looked longingly at it, then he turned on his heel. "I asked you for work, not for charity. Good morning." "You are foolish. Good-morning." Leaving the jetty Ellison went on up the beach. But before he had gone a hundred yards a thought struck him. He turned again and hurried back. The merchant was just entering the store. " I have come back to beg your pardon," he said hastily, " I behaved like a cad.

It will go hard with me if I lose my manners as well as my birthright. You will forgive me, I hope ? " " Willingly, on one condition." " What is that ? " " That you let me make the amount half-acrown." " You are very generous, but I cannot accept alms, thank you." With an apology for having so long detained him, Ellison continued his walk down the beach. Hong Kong Joe was in his boat-building yard, laying the keel of a new lugger. Approaching him he came to the point straight away. "I am in search of work. Have you any to give me?" The boat-builder straightened himself up, looked his questioner in the face, ran his eye round the tattered shirt, and arrived at the moleskin trousers. When he got higher up again, the bruised eye seemed to decide him. " Not with that eye, thank you," he said. " When I want one, I can get my pick of fighting-men in the settlement without employing a stranger."