"Very curious; no--it"s something more than that Tom. It was as if the Power above had directed it. This man Coll was one of the quartermasters, and only mentioned the _Ca.s.sowary_ in the most casual manner to me as we were pa.s.sing the place where she went ash.o.r.e. "I was in her, sir," he said in the most simple, matter-of-fact manner, "and me and a poor little boy about four, was the only ones as was saved."
""Good heavens!" I said, "you are the one man in the world I wanted particularly to meet I went especially to Sydney, but could not find any trace of you except your name in the shipping office where you had been on the _Ca.s.sowary_ as an A.B. And I advertised in all the Australian papers for you and the boy, but you seemed to have vanished off the face of the earth."
""It"s very easy to explain, sir," he said. "As soon as I got to Sydney, I went to the Sailors" Home, taking the boy with me. There was hundreds of people wanted to take him, but I was too fond of the kid to give him up to anyone. I suppose it was wrong of me, seeing as I have a big family of my own, which was then living at Newcastle. But I knew the old woman wouldn"t make too many bones about another mouth to feed."
"Then he went on to say that being afraid the boy would be taken from him by some of the many people who wanted to adopt him, he slipped away with him one night from the Sailors" Home, and took him on board a collier schooner, whose captain he knew, and who was leaving Sydney on the following morning for Wellington, New Zealand. The skipper of the vessel consented to take Jimmy away with him, and then bring him to Newcastle on the return voyage--the collier belonged to, and always loaded at Newcastle--and hand him over to Mrs Coll. This was done, and in a few months, although Coll was continually asked by people what had become of the youngster, he always told the same story--the boy had been adopted by a family with plenty of money, whose name he was not at liberty to reveal, etc.
"Then, of course, I told him that I was the son-in-law of Captain Gerrard, whom he remembered perfectly well, as also your mother and poor Rayner. We had quite a long talk, and in the end I succeeded in wresting a promise from him that if "the old woman" was agreeable to parting with Jimmy, he would also consent.
"I went to Newcastle with him and saw his wife, who brought the boy to me. He was quite decently dressed, and got into my heart right away...
And I thought that Lizzie would like him too." His voice dropped, and he ceased speaking for a few minutes.
"Well, I had a hard struggle to induce the worthy woman to give him up, but in the end she consented. Then I talked about little Mary, and how happy the two would be together, and that it would not be natural for two children who had been rendered orphans by the same dreadful calamity to be separated. The poor creature"s face was streaming with tears when she at last consented. "It"s no for the sake o" the money I pairt wi"
the bairn. It"s little he costs me, an" my own children will be sore at heart for many a lang day after he goes!".. But she recognised that it would be wrong of her to refuse--and so the matter was fixed up."
"Good old Ted!"
"Well--keep this dark from Lizzie, old man--I gave "em a cheque for two hundred and fifty pounds."
Gerrard"s clear laugh. "Poor Lizzie! She thinks you gave them fifty pounds only."
"Just so, just so--you see, old man, Lizzie isn"t a bit mean--and she doesn"t know that I am as well in as I am, so I told her a fifth of the truth. I said that fifty pounds was a great help to a hard-working man with a large family."
"Cunning beggar!"
"Then, as Coll struck me as being a downright, straightforward man, who had a pretty stiff pull of it to bring up and educate his children decently on seven pounds a month--seaman"s wages.--I got him a berth as wharfinger to a steamship company at twelve pounds, and he was made as happy as a sandboy, I can tell you: Lizzie knows that much, for I told her. And she lets the youngster write to the Colls now and then."
"Does she?" said Gerrard, dryly. He could not help it. Then he sat up, and re-filled his pipe.
"Ted, old chap, I like that youngster. Let me have him and take him to Ocho Rios with me. I want little Mary most, but know you won"t part with her, and even if you would, a cattle station in the Far North is no place for a girl. But let me have the boy. I"ll be good to him."
Westonley made no answer at first. Then he said slowly, "I"ll tell you in the morning, Tom. Good-night."
CHAPTER V
Soon after sunrise, as the two friends were drinking their morning tea ere they started back for Marumbah, Westonley told Gerrard that he had decided to let him take Jim away with him to Ocho Rios.
"He is provided for in my will, Tom, but you must never let him know it.
I think it is a mistake to let youngsters know that they will have money left to them some day."
"Quite so, Ted. And I am sure that you will never regret letting me have him, and I will bring him up as if he were my own son. There is no school within two hundred miles of Ocho Rios, but I think I am quite capable of giving him a decent education."
"Little Mary won"t like it, Tom. She is pa.s.sionately fond of him, and will cut up very rough over the parting, I fear."
"Poor child! But, of course, she will see him again in a few years. I can see, that next to you, Jim is her "dearest and best." If I were a married man, Ted, I would ask you for her as well. Every time she looks at me with those big, soft eyes of hers, I see poor Mary again, and when she speaks, hear the soft sweet voice again."
"She is a lovable child, and, look here, Tom, old man, I"ll tell you something that has made me grizzle in secret for many years--Lizzie doesn"t care for her. I don"t mind her being a bit sharp with the boy how and then, for he"s a terrible young Turk at times, and I"m too easy with him; but little Mary is such a gentle, soft sort of kid, that I wonder how anyone could possibly help loving her. But, somehow or other, Lizzie doesn"t. Still, within the last few days--ever since you came in fact--she has been a bit warmer in her manner."
Gerrard nodded. "Lizzie will come round to like her in time, Ted, And, I say, old fellow, since you have been so open with me, I"m going to say something to you that you perhaps may not like, and think I"m an interfering a.s.s. But, "honest Injun," Ted, I mean well--like a good many other idiots do when they meddle with other people"s domestic affairs."
"Go on, sonny," said the big man, quietly, "you never talk rot."
"Well, it"s this. Lizzie is simply fretting her life out at Marumbah, and I think that, in a way, you are to blame. She does not like living in the bush, and does not seem to care for the people hereabout. I had quite a long yarn with her the first day I came to Marumbah, and although at first she tried to be the stiff, austere lady with me, I wouldn"t have it. Made her sit on my knee, and all that, you know, stroked her hair, and pinched her pretty little nose."
"Tom, if I didn"t know you better, I would call you a liar."
"Fact! You know as well as I do that she has always looked upon me as a black sheep. But she is going to change her mind about me, and I"ll bet you a fiver that before I leave Marumbah, I"m going to be "Tommy" to her, as I was in the old, old days."
Westonley"s sun-tanned face flushed with pleasure. "Tom, I"d give half of all I"m worth to see her and you friends again. I know how bitterly she affronted you years ago."
"Oh! that is all forgotten, old son. I was to blame for going off in such a silly huff. I behaved like a bear. We men don"t understand women, Ted, and make hideous fools of ourselves. And that brings me to what I wanted to tell you--which is, that you are a blazing idiot."
"Tom, whatever you say, and whatever cheek you give me, I will take it quietly, although I could knock you out in four rounds," and Westonley thumped Gerrard affectionately on his back with his great hand. "Now, I know I"m a thundering a.s.s but I"ll be as meek as a lamb to you, you black-faced, under-sized little beggar."
Gerrard laughed. There was a difference of four inches in their respective heights; Westonley being six feet two inches. He knew by the inflection of the big man"s voice that he had become a much happier man within the last ten minutes, and the knowledge of it gave him a great satisfaction.
"I may not be as big as you," he said, "but if I was the same shape, I"d go to a bush carpenter, and get him to trim me down with an adze."
Then after this jest, he resumed seriously. "Well, Ted, it is just this.
Lizzie says that she likes Sydney but you do not, and that you will never stay there for more than a week at a time. Now, that isn"t doing the square thing by her. You and I as well, never think that the many years she spent in England gave her a taste for many of the refinements of civilisation--pictures, high-cla.s.s music, especially Churchy music, and all kind of things like that, which are always dear to a highly-educated and naturally clever woman, Now, when she married you, and settled down to a station life, she gave up a good deal, and as the years go on, she feels it more and more, and no woman in the world can always be an angel, you know, although we tell "em so when we ask "em to marry us. Do you follow me?"
"I"m listening for all I"m worth, my son. If we were in a room, you could distinctly hear the wall paper adhering to the wall."
"Well, now, as I was saying, that isn"t fair to Lizzie. What is the use of her going to Sydney for a week? Just as she is beginning to enjoy herself, and feel something of the life she had in England, you drag her back to Marumbah to your beastly bullock punching."
"But I don"t want her to come, Tom. I"ve always urged her to stay there for three months--or six, if she liked."
"Bosh! What pleasure would she have in being there alone; for although a woman may have lots of women friends, she"s practically alone if her husband isn"t with her. Tumble?"
Westonley nodded. "Go on, Tommy, go on to a dead finish. I am beginning to see I"m in fault."
"Of course you are. And if you don"t give her a long change in Sydney, and stay there with her, you"ll feel sorry for it; she"ll become a religious monomaniac, and go in for High Church, auricular confession, and an empty stomach on Fridays. She"s got a turn that way, remember.
A conventual education in a High Church school in England isn"t a very healthy preparation for a girl who afterwards marries a hulking, horse-racing, hard-riding Australian squatter."
"What am I to do?" asked Westonley.
"Take her to Sydney next week. We"ll all go together, little Mary included, and I"ll stay with you for a couple of months. I"ll stand half the racket."
"Shut up! Do you think I can"t run Lizzie, little Mary, and myself without you chipping in?"
"All right!" and Gerrard, secretly delighted, but showing no sign of it, went on placidly: "you see, Ted, you have a good man in Black" (head stockman at Marumbah). "What he doesn"t know about cattle isn"t worth knowing, and there"s no need for you to come tearing back for mustering, and branding, and attending to things generally. D"ye think that if you died to-morrow the cattle would go into mourning, and would refuse "to increase and multiply"? No one in this world is indispensable, although everyone thinks he is, and that, when he pegs out, the Universe is going to fall into serious trouble. Now, that"s all I have to say. Are you satisfied I"m talking sense?"
"Sonny, it"s all right. I"ll do any blessed thing you want, although I hate the idea of leaving Marumbah to loaf about in Sydney for six months," and the big man gripped Gerrard by his pointed beard, and tugged it affectionately. "I can see that I have thought too much of myself and too little of others."
"Not a bit; you were only thinking of Marumbah. Ted, old man, I think I"ll come back next year, and well see the Melbourne Cup together, hey?"
"Its a deal! If you don"t come, I"ll----"