After a month of this folly, the exigencies of his other life compelled Trejago to be especially attentive to a lady of his acquaintance. You may take it for a fact that anything of this kind is not only noticed and discussed by a man"s own race but by some hundred and fifty natives as well. Trejago had to walk with this lady and talk to her at the Band-stand, and once or twice to drive with her; never for an instant dreaming that this would affect his dearer, out-of-the-way life. But the news flew, in the usual mysterious fashion, from mouth to mouth, till Bisesa"s duenna heard of it and told Bisesa. The child was so troubled that she did the household work evilly, and was beaten by Durga Charan"s wife in consequence.
A week later, Bisesa taxed Trejago with the flirtation. She understood no gradations and spoke openly. Trejago laughed and Bisesa stamped her little feet--little feet, light as marigold flowers, that could lie in the palm of a man"s one hand.
Much that is written about Oriental pa.s.sion and impulsiveness is exaggerated and compiled at second-hand, but a little of it is true; and when an Englishman finds that little, it is quite as startling as any pa.s.sion in his own proper life. Bisesa raged and stormed, and finally threatened to kill herself if Trejago did not at once drop the alien _Memsahib_ who had come between them. Trejago tried to explain, and to show her that she did not understand these things from a Western standpoint. Bisesa drew herself up, and said simply--
"I do not. I know only this--it is not good that I should have made you dearer than my own heart to me, _Sahib_. You are an Englishman. I am only a black girl"--she was fairer than bar-gold in the Mint,--"and the widow of a black man."
Then she sobbed and said--"But on my soul and my Mother"s soul, I love you. There shall no harm come to you, whatever happens to me."
Trejago argued with the child, and tried to soothe her, but she seemed quite unreasonably disturbed. Nothing would satisfy her save that all relations between them should end. He was to go away at once. And he went.
As he dropped out of the window, she kissed his forehead twice, and he walked home wondering.
A week, and then three weeks, pa.s.sed without a sign from Bisesa. Trejago, thinking that the rupture had lasted quite long enough, went down to Amir Nath"s Gully for the fifth time in the three weeks, hoping that his rap at the sill of the shifting grating would be answered. He was not disappointed.
There was a young moon, and one stream of light fell down into Amir Nath"s Gully, and struck the grating which was drawn away as he knocked. From the black dark, Bisesa held out her arms into the moonlight. Both hands had been cut off at the wrists, and the stumps were nearly healed.
Then, as Bisesa bowed her head between her arms and sobbed, some one in the room grunted like a wild beast, and something sharp--knife, sword, or spear,--thrust at Trejago in his _boorka_. The stroke missed his body, but cut into one of the muscles of the groin, and he limped slightly from the wound for the rest of his days.
The grating went into its place. There was no sign whatever from inside the house,--nothing but the moonlight strip on the high wall, and the blackness of Amir Nath"s Gully behind.
The next thing Trejago remembers, after raging and shouting like a madman between those pitiless walls, is that he found himself near the river as the dawn was breaking, threw away his _boorka_ and went home bareheaded.
What was the tragedy--whether Bisesa had, in a fit of causeless despair, told everything, or the intrigue had been discovered and she tortured to tell; whether Durga Charan knew his name and what became of Bisesa--Trejago does not know to this day. Something horrible had happened, and the thought of what it must have been, comes upon Trejago in the night now and again, and keeps him company till the morning. One special feature of the case is that he does not know where lies the front of Durga Charan"s house. It may open on to a courtyard common to two or more houses, or it may lie behind any one of the gates of Jitha Megji"s _bustee_. Trejago cannot tell. He cannot get Bisesa--poor little Bisesa--back again. He has lost her in the City where each man"s house is as guarded and as unknowable as the grave; and the grating that opens into Amir Nath"s Gully has been walled up.
But Trejago pays his calls regularly, and is reckoned a very decent sort of man.
There is nothing peculiar about him, except a slight stiffness, caused by a riding-strain, in the right leg.
THE G.o.d FROM THE MACHINE
Hit a man an" help a woman, an" ye can"t be far wrong anyways.--_Maxims of Private Mulvaney._
The Inexpressibles gave a ball. They borrowed a seven-pounder from the Gunners, and wreathed it with laurels, and made the dancing-floor plate-gla.s.s and provided a supper, the like of which had never been eaten before, and set two sentries at the door of the room to hold the trays of programme-cards. My friend, Private Mulvaney, was one of the sentries, because he was the tallest man in the regiment. When the dance was fairly started the sentries were released, and Private Mulvaney went to curry favor with the Mess Sergeant in charge of the supper. Whether the Mess Sergeant gave or Mulvaney took, I cannot say. All that I am certain of is that, at supper-time, I found Mulvaney with Private Ortheris, two-thirds of a ham, a loaf of bread, half a _pate-de-foie-gras_, and two magnums of champagne, sitting on the roof of my carriage. As I came up I heard him saying--
"Praise be a danst doesn"t come as often as Ord"ly-room, or, by this an"
that, Orth"ris, me son, I wud be the dishgrace av the rig"mint instid av the brightest jool in uts crown."
"_Hand_ the Colonel"s pet noosance," said Ortheris, "But wot makes you curse your rations? This "ere fizzy stuff"s good enough."
"Stuff, ye oncivilized pagin! "Tis champagne we"re dhrinkin" now. "Tisn"t that I am set ag"in. "Tis this quare stuff wid the little bits av black leather in it. I mis...o...b.. I will be distressin"ly sick wid it in the mornin". Fwhat is ut?"
"Goose liver," I said, climbing on the top of the carriage, for I knew that it was better to sit out with Mulvaney than to dance many dances.
"Goose liver is ut?" said Mulvaney. "Faith, I"m thinkin" thim that makes it wud do betther to cut up the Colonel. He carries a power av liver undher his right arrum whin the days are warm an" the nights chill. He wud give thim tons an" tons av liver. "Tis he sez so. "I"m all liver to-day,"
sez he; an" wid that he ordhers me ten days C.B. for as moild a dhrink as iver a good sodger took betune his teeth."
"That was when "e wanted for to wash "isself in the Fort Ditch," Ortheris explained. "Said there was too much beer in the Barrack water-b.u.t.ts for a G.o.d-fearing man. You was lucky in gettin" orf with wot you did, Mulvaney."
"Say you so? Now I"m pershuaded I was cruel hard trated, seein" fwhat I"ve done for the likes av him in the days whin my eyes were wider opin than they are now. Man alive, for the Colonel to whip _me_ on the peg in that way! Me that have saved the repitation av a ten times better man than him!
Twas ne-farious--an" that manes a power av evil!"
"Never mind the nefariousness," I said. "Whose reputation did you save?"
"More"s the pity, "twasn"t my own, but I tuk more trouble wid ut than av ut was. "Twas just my way, messin" wid fwhat was no business av mine. Hear now!" He settled himself at ease on the top of the carriage. "I"ll tell you all about ut. Av coorse I will name no names, for there"s wan that"s an orf"cer"s lady now, that was in ut, and no more will I name places, for a man is thracked by a place."
"Eyah!" said Ortheris, lazily, "but this is a mixed story wot"s comin"."
"Wanst upon a time, as the childer-books say, I was a recruity."
"Was you though?" said Ortheris; "now that"s extryordinary!"
"Orth"ris," said Mulvaney, "av you opin thim lips av yours again, I will, savin" your presince, sorr, take you by the slack av your trousers an"
heave you."
"I"m mum," said Ortheris. "Wot "appened when you was a recruity?"
"I was a betther recruity than you iver was or will be, but that"s neither here nor there. Thin I became a man, an" the divil of a man I was fifteen years ago. They called me Buck Mulvaney in thim days, an", begad, I tuk a woman"s eye. I did that! Ortheris, ye scrub, fwhat are ye sn.i.g.g.e.rin" at?
Do you mis...o...b.. me?"
"Devil a doubt!" said Ortheris; "but I"ve "eard summat like that before!"
Mulvaney dismissed the impertinence with a lofty wave of his hand and continued--
"An" the orf"cers av the rig"mint I was in in thim days _was_ orfcers--gran" men, wid a manner on "em, an" a way wid "em such as is not made these days--all but wan--wan o" the capt"ns. A bad dhrill, a wake voice, an" a limp leg--thim three things are the signs av a bad man. You bear that in your mind, Orth"ris, me son.
"An" the Colonel av the rig"mint had a daughter--wan av thim lamblike, bleatin", pick-me-up-an"-carry-me-or-I"ll-die gurls such as was made for the natural prey av men like the Capt"n, who was iverlastin" payin" coort to her, though the Colonel he said time an" over, "Kape out av the brute"s way, my dear." But he niver had the heart for to send her away from the throuble, bein" as he was a widower, an" she their wan child."
"Stop a minute, Mulvaney," said I; "how in the world did you come to know these things?"
"How did I come?" said Mulvaney, with a scornful grunt; "bekaze I"m turned durin" the Quane"s pleasure to a lump av wood, lookin" out straight forninst me, wid a--a--candelabbrum in my hand, for you to pick your cards out av, must I not see nor feel? Av coorse I du! Up my back, an" in my boots, an" in the short hair av the neck--that"s where I kape my eyes whim I"m on duty an" the reg"lar wans are fixed. Know! Take my word for it, sorr, ivrything an" a great dale more is known in a rig"mint; or fwhat wud be the use av a Mess Sargint, or a Sargint"s wife doin" wet-nurse to the Major"s baby? To reshume. He was a bad dhrill was this Capt"n--a rotten bad dhrill--an" whin first I ran me eye over him, I sez to myself: "My Militia bantam!" I sez, "My c.o.c.k av a Gosport dunghill"--"twas from Portsmouth he came to us--"there"s combs to be cut," sez I, "an" by the grace av G.o.d, "tis Terence Mulvaney will cut thim."
"So he wint menowderin", and minanderin", an" blandandhering roun" an"
about the Colonel"s daughter, an" she, poor innocint, lookin" at him like a Comm"ssariat bullock looks at the Comp"ny cook. He"d a dhirty little scrub av a black moustache, an" he twisted an" turned ivry wurrd he used as av he found ut too sweet for to spit out.
"Eyah! He was a tricky man an" a liar by natur". Some are born so. He was wan. I knew he was over his belt in money borrowed from natives; besides a lot av other matthers which, in regard for your presince, sorr, I will oblitherate. A little av fwhat I knew, the Colonel knew, for he wud have none av him, an" that, I"m thinkin", by fwhat happened aftherward, the Capt"in knew.
"Wan day, bein" mortial idle, or they wud never ha" thried ut, the rig"mint gave amsure theatricals--orf"cers an" orfcers" ladies. You"ve seen the likes time an" again, sorr, an" poor fun "tis for them that sit in the back row an" stamp wid their boots for the honor av the rig"mint. I was told off for to shif" the scenes, haulin" up this an" draggin" down that. Light work ut was, wid lashins av beer and the gurl that dhressed the orf"cers" ladies--but she died in Aggra twelve years gone, an" my tongue"s gettin" the betther av me. They was actin" a play thing called _Sweethearts_, which you may ha" heard av, an" the Colonel"s daughter she was a lady"s maid. The Capt"n was a boy called Broom--Spread Broom was his name in the play. Thin I saw--ut come out in the actin"--fwhat I niver saw before, an" that was that he was no gentleman. They was too much together, thim two, a-whishperin" behind the scenes I shifted, an" some av what they said I heard; for I was death--blue death an" ivy--on the comb-cuttin". He was iverlastin"ly oppressing her to fall in wid some sneakin" schame av his, an" she was thryin" to stand out against him, but not as though she was set in her will. I wonder now in thim days that my ears did not grow a yard on me head wid list"nin". But I looked straight forninst me an"
hauled up this an" dragged down that, such as was my duty, an" the orf"cers" ladies sez one to another, thinkin" I was out av listen-reach: "Fwhat an obligin" young man is this Corp"ril Mulvaney!" I was a Corp"ril then. I was rejuced aftherward, but, no matther, I was a Corp"ril wanst.