It was the wreck of a fine man that lay there, strapped over the chest, bound hand and foot to the framework of the bed. The forehead, on which the hair had receded to a few mean grey wisps, was high and domed, the features were straight with plenty of bone in them, the shoulders broad, the arms long. The skin of the face had gone a mahogany brown from exposure, and a score of deep wrinkles ran out fan-wise from the corners of the closed lids. Mahony untied the dirty towels that formed the bandages--they had cut ridges in the limbs they confined--and took one of the heavy wrists in his hand.
"How long has he lain like this?" he asked, as he returned the arm to its place.
"How long is it, Saunderson?" asked Mrs. Glendinning. She had sat down on a chair at the foot of the bed; her skirts overflowed the floor.
The watcher guessed it would be since about the same time yesterday.
"Was he unusually violent on this occasion?--for I presume such attacks are not uncommon with him," continued Mahony, who had meanwhile made a superficial examination of the sick man.
"I am sorry to say they are only too common, doctor," replied the lady.--"Was he worse than usual this time, Saunderson?" she turned again to the man; at which fresh proof of her want of knowledge Mahony mentally raised his eyebrows.
"To say trewth, I never see"d the boss so bad before," answered Saunderson solemnly, grating the palms of the big red hands that hung down between his knees. "And I"ve helped him through the jumps more"n once. It"s my opinion it would ha" been a narrow squeak for him this time, if me and a mate hadn"t nipped in and got these bracelets on him.
There he was, ravin" and sweatin" and cursin" his head off, grey as death. h.e.l.l-gate, he called it, said he was devil"s-porter at h.e.l.l-gate, and kept hollerin" for napkins and his firesticks. Poor ol"
boss! It WAS h.e.l.l for him and no mistake!"
By dint of questioning Mahony elicited the fact that Glendinning had been unseated by a young horse, three days previously. At the time, no heed was paid to the trifling accident. Later on, however, complaining of feeling cold and unwell, he went to bed, and after lying wakeful for some hours was seized by the horrors of delirium.
Requesting the lady to leave them, Mahony made a more detailed examination. His suspicions were confirmed: there was internal trouble of old standing, rendered acute by the fall. Aided by Saunderson, he worked with restoratives for the best part of an hour. In the end he had the satisfaction of seeing the coma pa.s.s over into a natural repose.
"Well, he"s through this time, but I won"t answer for the next," he said, and looked about him for a basin in which to wash his hands.
"Can"t you manage to keep the drink from him?--or at least to limit him?"
"Nay, the Almighty Himself couldn"t do that," gave back Saunderson, bringing forward soap and a tin dish.
"How does it come that he lies in a place like this?" asked Mahony, as he dried his hands on a corner of the least dirty towel, and glanced curiously round. The room--in size it did not greatly exceed that of a ship"s-cabin--was in a state of squalid disorder. Besides a deal table and a couple of chairs, its main contents were rows and piles of old paper-covered magazines, the thick brown dust on which showed that they had not been moved for months--or even years. The whitewashed walls were smoke-tanned and dotted with millions of fly-specks; the dried corpses of squashed spiders formed large black patches; all four corners of the ceiling were festooned with cobwebs.
Saunderson shrugged his shoulders. "This was his den when he first was manager here, in old Morrison"s time, and he"s stuck to it ever since.
He shuts himself up in here, and won"t have a female cross the threshold--nor yet Madam G. herself."
Having given final instructions, Mahony went out to rejoin the lady.
"I will not conceal from you that your husband is in a very precarious condition."
"Do you mean, doctor, he won"t live long?" She had evidently been lying down: one side of her face was flushed and marked. Crying, too, or he was much mistaken: her lids were red-rimmed, her shapely features swollen.
"Ah, you ask too much of me; I am only a woman; I have no influence over him," she said sadly, and shook her head.
"What is his age?"
"He is forty-seven."
Mahony had put him down for at least ten years older, and said so. But the lady was not listening: she fidgeted with her lace-edged handkerchief, looked uneasy, seemed to be in debate with herself.
Finally she said aloud: "Yes, I will." And to him: "Doctor, would you come with me a moment?"
This time she conducted him to a well-appointed bedchamber, off which gave a smaller room, containing a little four-poster draped in dimity.
With a vague gesture in the direction of the bed, she sank on a chair beside the door.
Drawing the curtains Mahony discovered a fair-haired boy of some eight or nine years old. He lay with his head far back, his mouth wide open--apparently fast asleep.
But the doctor"s eye was quick to see that it was no natural sleep.
"Good G.o.d! who is responsible for this?"
Mrs. Glendinning held her handkerchief to her face. "I have never told any one before," she wept. "The shame of it, doctor ... is more than I can bear."
"Who is the blackguard? Come, answer me, if you please!"
"Oh, doctor, don"t scold me... I am so unhappy." The pretty face puckered and creased; the full bosom heaved. "He is all I have. And such a bright, clever little fellow! You will cure him for me, won"t you?"
"How often has it happened?"
"I don"t know ... about five or six times, I think ... perhaps more.
There"s a place not far from here where he can get it ... an old hut-cook my husband dismissed once, in a fit of temper--he has oh such a temper! Eddy saddles his pony and rides out there, if he"s not watched; and then ... then, they bring him back ... like this."
"But who supplies him with money?"
"Money? Oh, but doctor, he can"t be kept without pocket-money! He has always had as much as he wanted.--No, it is all my husband"s doing,"--and now she broke out in one of those shameless confessions, from which the medical adviser is never safe. "He hates me; he is only happy if he can hurt me and humiliate me. I don"t care what becomes of him. The sooner he dies the better!"
"Compose yourself, my dear lady. Later you may regret such hasty words.--And what has this to do with the child? Come, speak out. It will be a relief to you to tell me."
"You are so kind, doctor," she sobbed, and drank, with hysterical gurglings, the gla.s.s of water Mahony poured out for her. "Yes, I will tell you everything. It began years ago--when Eddy was only a tot in jumpers. It used to amuse my husband to see him toss off a gla.s.s of wine like a grown-up person; and it WAS comical, when he sipped it, and smacked his lips. But then he grew to like it, and to ask for it, and be cross when he was refused. And then... then he learnt how to get it for himself. And when his father saw I was upset about it, he egged him on--gave it to him on the sly.--Oh, he is a bad man, doctor, a BAD, cruel man! He says such wicked things, too. He doesn"t believe in G.o.d, or that it is wrong to take one"s own life, and he says he never wanted children. He jeers at me because I am fond of Eddy, and because I go to church when I can, and says ... oh, I know I am not clever, but I am not quite such a fool as he makes me out to be. He speaks to me as if I were the dirt under his feet. He can"t bear the sight of me. I have heard him curse the day he first saw me. And so he"s only too glad to be able to come between my boy and me ... in any way he can."
Mahony led the weeping woman back to the dining-room. There he sat long, patiently listening and advising; sat, till Mrs. Glendinning had dried her eyes and was her charming self once more.
The gist of what he said was, the boy must be removed from home at once, and placed in strict, yet kind hands.
Here, however, he ran up against a weak maternal obstinacy. "Oh, but I couldn"t part from Eddy. He is all I have.... And so devoted to his mammy."
As Mahony insisted, she looked the picture of helplessness. "But I should have no idea how to set about it. And my husband would put every possible obstacle in the way."
"With your permission I will arrange the matter myself."
"Oh, how kind you are!" cried Mrs. Glendinning again. "But mind, doctor, it must be somewhere where Eddy will lack none of the comforts he is accustomed to, and where his poor mammy can see him whenever she wishes. Otherwise he will fret himself ill."
Mahony promised to do his best to satisfy her, and declining, very curtly, the wine she pressed on him, went out to mount his horse which had been brought round.
Following him on to the verandah, Mrs. Glendinning became once more the pretty woman frankly concerned for her appearance. "I don"t know how I look, I"m sure," she said apologetically, and raised both hands to her hair. "Now I will go and rest for an hour. There is to be opossuming and a moonlight picnic to-night at Warraluen." Catching Mahony"s eye fixed on her with a meaning emphasis, she changed colour. "I cannot sit at home and think, doctor. I MUST distract myself; or I should go mad."
When he was in the saddle she showed him her dimples again, and her small, even teeth. "I want you to bring your wife to see me next time you come," she sad, patting the horse"s neck. "I took a great fancy to her--a sweet little woman!"
But Mahony, jogging downhill, said to himself he would think twice before introducing Polly there. His young wife"s sunny, girlish outlook should not, with his consent, be clouded by a knowledge of the sordid things this material prosperity hid from view. A whited sepulchre seemed to him now the richly appointed house, the well-stocked gardens, the acres on acres of good pasture-land: a fair outside when, within, all was foul. He called to mind what he knew by hearsay of the owner.
Glendinning was one of the pioneer squatters of the district, had held the run for close on fifteen years. Nowadays, when the land round was entirely taken up, and a place like Ballarat stood within stone"s-throw, it was hard to imagine the awful solitude to which the early settlers had been condemned. Then, with his next neighbour miles and miles away, Melbourne, the nearest town, a couple of days" ride through trackless bush, a man was a veritable prisoner in this desert of paddocks, with not a soul to speak to but rough station-hands, and nothing to occupy his mind but the damage done by summer droughts and winter floods. No support or comradeship in the wife either--this poor pretty foolish little woman: "With the brains of a pigeon!" Glendinning had the name of being intelligent: was it, under these circ.u.mstances, matter for wonder that he should seek to drown doubts, memories, inevitable regrets; should be led on to the bitter discovery that forgetfulness alone rendered life endurable? Yes, there was something sinister in the dead stillness of the melancholy bush; in the harsh, merciless sunlight of the late afternoon.
A couple of miles out his horse cast a shoe, and it was evening before he reached home. Polly was watching for him on the doorstep, in a twitter lest some accident had happened or he had had a brush with bushrangers.
"It never rains but it pours, dear!" was her greeting: he had been twice sent for to the Flat, to attend a woman in labour.--And with barely time to wash the worst of the ride"s dust off him, he had to pick up his bag and hurry away.