"Hulloa, Ethel," he said, "I didn"t know you were here."
I could not help looking at her with curiosity. I tried to see what there was in her to have excited in Lawson such a devastating pa.s.sion.
But who can explain these things? It was true that she was lovely; she reminded one of the red hibiscus, the common flower of the hedgerow in Samoa, with its grace and its languor and its pa.s.sion; but what surprised me most, taking into consideration the story I knew even then a good deal of, was her freshness and simplicity. She was quiet and a little shy. There was nothing coa.r.s.e or loud about her; she had not the exuberance common to the half-caste; and it was almost impossible to believe that she could be the virago that the horrible scenes between husband and wife, which were now common knowledge, indicated. In her pretty pink frock and high-heeled shoes she looked quite European. You could hardly have guessed at that dark background of native life in which she felt herself so much more at home. I did not imagine that she was at all intelligent, and I should not have been surprised if a man, after living with her for some time, had found the pa.s.sion which had drawn him to her sink into boredom. It suggested itself to me that in her elusiveness, like a thought that presents itself to consciousness and vanishes before it can be captured by words, lay her peculiar charm; but perhaps that was merely fancy, and if I had known nothing about her I should have seen in her only a pretty little half-caste like another.
She talked to me of the various things which they talk of to the stranger in Samoa, of the journey, and whether I had slid down the water rock at Papaseea, and if I meant to stay in a native village. She talked to me of Scotland, and perhaps I noticed in her a tendency to enlarge on the sumptuousness of her establishment there. She asked me navely if I knew Mrs This and Mrs That, with whom she had been acquainted when she lived in the north.
Then Miller, the fat German-American, came in. He shook hands all round very cordially and sat down, asking in his loud, cheerful voice for a whisky and soda. He was very fat and he sweated profusely. He took off his gold-rimmed spectacles and wiped them; you saw then that his little eyes, benevolent behind the large round gla.s.ses, were shrewd and cunning; the party had been somewhat dull till he came, but he was a good story-teller and a jovial fellow. Soon he had the two women, Ethel and my friend"s wife, laughing delightedly at his sallies. He had a reputation on the island of a lady"s man, and you could see how this fat, gross fellow, old and ugly, had yet the possibility of fascination.
His humour was on a level with the understanding of his company, an affair of vitality and a.s.surance, and his Western accent gave a peculiar point to what he said. At last he turned to me:
"Well, if we want to get back for dinner we"d better be getting. I"ll take you along in my machine if you like."
I thanked him and got up. He shook hands with the others, went out of the room, ma.s.sive and strong in his walk, and climbed into his car.
"Pretty little thing, Lawson"s wife," I said, as we drove along.
"Too bad the way he treats her. Knocks her about. Gets my dander up when I hear of a man hitting a woman."
We went on a little. Then he said:
"He was a darned fool to marry her. I said so at the time. If he hadn"t, he"d have had the whip hand over her. He"s yaller, that"s what he is, yaller."
The year was drawing to its end and the time approached when I was to leave Samoa. My boat was scheduled to sail for Sydney on the fourth of January. Christmas Day had been celebrated at the hotel with suitable ceremonies, but it was looked upon as no more than a rehearsal for New Year, and the men who were accustomed to foregather in the lounge determined on New Year"s Eve to make a night of it. There was an uproarious dinner, after which the party sauntered down to the English Club, a simple little frame house, to play pool. There was a great deal of talking, laughing, and betting, but some very poor play, except on the part of Miller, who had drunk as much as any of them, all far younger than he, but had kept unimpaired the keenness of his eye and the sureness of his hand. He pocketed the young men"s money with humour and urbanity. After an hour of this I grew tired and went out. I crossed the road and came on to the beach. Three coconut trees grew there, like three moon maidens waiting for their lovers to ride out of the sea, and I sat at the foot of one of them, watching the lagoon and the nightly a.s.semblage of the stars.
I do not know where Lawson had been during the evening, but between ten and eleven he came along to the club. He shambled down the dusty, empty road, feeling dull and bored, and when he reached the club, before going into the billiard-room, went into the bar to have a drink by himself. He had a shyness now about joining the company of white men when there were a lot of them together and needed a stiff dose of whisky to give him confidence. He was standing with the gla.s.s in his hand when Miller came in to him. He was in his shirt sleeves and still held his cue. He gave the bar-tender a glance.
"Get out, Jack," he said.
The bar-tender, a native in a white jacket and a red _lava-lava_, without a word slid out of the small room.
"Look here, I"ve been wanting to have a few words with you, Lawson,"
said the big American.
"Well, that"s one of the few things you can have free, gratis, and for nothing on this d.a.m.ned island."
Miller fixed his gold spectacles more firmly on his nose and held Lawson with his cold determined eyes.
"See here, young fellow, I understand you"ve been knocking Mrs Lawson about again. I"m not going to stand for that. If you don"t stop it right now I"ll break every bone of your dirty little body."
Then Lawson knew what he had been trying to find out so long. It was Miller. The appearance of the man, fat, bald-headed, with his round bare face and double chin and the gold spectacles, his age, his benign, shrewd look, like that of a renegade priest, and the thought of Ethel, so slim and virginal, filled him with a sudden horror. Whatever his faults Lawson was no coward, and without a word he hit out violently at Miller. Miller quickly warded the blow with the hand that held the cue, and then with a great swing of his right arm brought his fist down on Lawson"s ear. Lawson was four inches shorter than the American and he was slightly built, frail and weakened not only by illness and the enervating tropics, but by drink. He fell like a log and lay half dazed at the foot of the bar. Miller took off his spectacles and wiped them with his handkerchief.
"I guess you know what to expect now. You"ve had your warning and you"d better take it."
He took up his cue and went back into the billiard-room. There was so much noise there that no one knew what had happened. Lawson picked himself up. He put his hand to his ear, which was singing still. Then he slunk out of the club.
I saw a man cross the road, a patch of white against the darkness of the night, but did not know who it was. He came down to the beach, pa.s.sed me sitting at the foot of the tree, and looked down. I saw then that it was Lawson, but since he was doubtless drunk, did not speak. He went on, walked irresolutely two or three steps, and turned back. He came up to me and bending down stared in my face.
"I thought it was you," he said.
He sat down and took out his pipe.
"It was hot and noisy in the club," I volunteered.
"Why are you sitting here?"
"I was waiting about for the midnight ma.s.s at the Cathedral."
"If you like I"ll come with you."
Lawson was quite sober. We sat for a while smoking in silence. Now and then in the lagoon was the splash of some big fish, and a little way out towards the opening in the reef was the light of a schooner.
"You"re sailing next week, aren"t you?" he said.
"Yes."
"It would be jolly to go home once more. But I could never stand it now.
The cold, you know."
"It"s odd to think that in England now they"re shivering round the fire," I said.
There was not even a breath of wind. The balminess of the night was like a spell. I wore nothing but a thin shirt and a suit of ducks. I enjoyed the exquisite languor of the night, and stretched my limbs voluptuously.
"This isn"t the sort of New Year"s Eve that persuades one to make good resolutions for the future," I smiled.
He made no answer, but I do not know what train of thought my casual remark had suggested in him, for presently he began to speak. He spoke in a low voice, without any expression, but his accents were educated, and it was a relief to hear him after the tw.a.n.g and the vulgar intonations which for some time had wounded my ears.
"I"ve made an awful hash of things. That"s obvious, isn"t it? I"m right down at the bottom of the pit and there"s no getting out for me. "_Black as the pit from pole to pole._"" I felt him smile as he made the quotation. "And the strange thing is that I don"t see how I went wrong."
I held my breath, for to me there is nothing more awe-inspiring than when a man discovers to you the nakedness of his soul. Then you see that no one is so trivial or debased but that in him is a spark of something to excite compa.s.sion.
"It wouldn"t be so rotten if I could see that it was all my own fault.
It"s true I drink, but I shouldn"t have taken to that if things had gone differently. I wasn"t really fond of liquor. I suppose I ought not to have married Ethel. If I"d kept her it would be all right. But I did love her so."
His voice faltered.
"She"s not a bad lot, you know, not really. It"s just rotten luck. We might have been as happy as lords. When she bolted I suppose I ought to have let her go, but I couldn"t do that--I was dead stuck on her then; and there was the kid."
"Are you fond of the kid?" I asked.
"I was. There are two, you know. But they don"t mean so much to me now.
You"d take them for natives anywhere. I have to talk to them in Samoan."
"Is it too late for you to start fresh? Couldn"t you make a dash for it and leave the place?"
"I haven"t the strength. I"m done for."
"Are you still in love with your wife?"
"Not now. Not now." He repeated the two words with a kind of horror in his voice. "I haven"t even got that now. I"m down and out."