Four years had passed since Tom Chance had left Tasmania, and it was with a pleasurable quickening of pulse that he found himself back in the island and walking along the hilly road from the station towards Wallaroo. He had told no one he was coming, for he had planned once or twice before to pay a flying visit which pressure of work had made him obliged to defer3, so this time he had determined4 to take his friends by surprise. His years of absence had been full of strenuous5 work, and he had travelled through many parts of the huge continent, up the Murray River, to New South Wales and Queensland, and wherever he had gone his strong personality and convincing earnestness had left behind a certain quickening of church life which in many cases proved permanent. And now he was conscious of brain fag, of a need for a holiday, and had made up his mind quite suddenly to take one, and it was natural that he should spend it with his sister and in revisiting some of his Tasmanian friends. The coach had not met the train by which he arrived, and he had left his baggage at the station and was walking the eight miles which separated the railway from Wallaroo.
And he commended himself for his decision as he strode leisurely6 along the zig-zag road which at every turn disclosed a wider and more beautiful view, and to his eyes, tired with the arid7 wastes through which he had lately travelled, the blue atmosphere and exquisite8 colouring of the island seemed little short of Paradise.
Indeed, in all his travels, Tasmania was the spot which had wound itself most closely round his heart. And from the land his mind passed on to the faces he was so soon to see again, Clarissa's joyous9 welcome, and that of his friends at the farm. Children's memories were short; he could scarcely hope that Eva would remember him, and of Jack10 he had heard not long since that he had developed from the delightful11 innocence12 and frankness of childhood, into a somewhat bumptious13 schoolboy, at least such was his sister's report.
"And Betty seems rather harassed14 with the care of him," she had said in her last letter. "She said the other day that she so wished he could have remained under your influence as he needs a man's hand, and his father is anxious that the boy should remain under her care until he is fourteen years old, when a sister of his will be returning for good from India and promises him a home."
It was this report that had made Tom decide to sail for Tasmania at once. If he could be of service to Betty in the absence of little Jack's father, he might turn his holiday to good account. Jack had been sent to the State school some six months ago, and the society of boys older than himself had probably gone to his head like wine, and made him lose his balance, in which case a little judicious15 snubbing might have good effect.
So thought Tom Chance as he breasted the last steep incline from the top of which he would catch his first glimpse of the township. Another mile and he would be at home, and very much at home he felt, as he walked through the straggling street, exchanging greetings with one and another who remembered him. Then came the turn into the familiar green lane, where so often two little friends had waited for him on a Saturday afternoon; but to-day no one was in sight, but just as he reached the gate of his sister's house a child with a bright face and a long plait of dark hair down her back, came running down the path whom Tom found it difficult to recognise as the curly-headed dumpling of five that he had left behind him. But no such great difference had the four years worked upon Tom himself, and Eva stood still for a moment, regarding him with startled wonder in her eyes; then as full recognition dawned upon her she came flying towards him with open arms.
"Mother, mother," she called back over her shoulder. "Here's Uncle Tom come to see us," and the next instant Eva's arms were round her uncle's neck.
"But Tom, how naughty of you not to let us know you were coming," she said when the first greetings were over, "not to have given me the joy of anticipation17 and of preparation. Now you will have to take just what you can get. I've improved your prophet's chamber18 though, since you lived in it. I've added a little writing-table and an easy chair. Life has taken a different colour altogether since last you came."
And so she chatted on as she hurried on her preparations for tea, giving her brother no time for explanations.
"I hope you've come to stop a long, long time," she said at last.
"I've come to spend my holiday with you. I've not had one since I came to the colony, and suddenly felt in need of it."
"And that's six weeks and sometimes seven in the summer time," said Eva clapping her hands.
"I was quite flattered that you remembered me, Eva; you were such a tiny mite19 when I left, a round dumpling of a niece, and now you have grown into a little girl, with a pig-tail down your back."
"I couldn't forget," said Eva, "when mother talks of you every day and your likeness20 looks at me as I go to sleep. Why I say good-night to you, same as if you were there."
"I think I'll go over and see them at the farm," said Tom, when tea was ended. "I want to surprise them as I surprised you, and you can come with me, Eva, and see your chum."
Eva's head went down, and Tom fancied he saw tears on her long lashes21. "I'll stay with mother, thank you. Jack isn't chummy any more. He doesn't want me now he has boys to play with."
"Oh, I expect he does," said Tom, consolingly, "but now he goes to school and has regular lessons he can't have so much time for play, nor should you have, by rights. I suppose Eva has lessons to learn as well as Jack?" turning to Clarissa.
"Oh, I don't let her go to the State school; there is a girls' school opened in the place by a rather nice Englishwoman, and Eva goes to her every morning and works at home in the afternoon, but it's out of school hours that she misses Jack. I don't know what has come over the boy. He says he has 'no use' for girls."
Tom laughed a little, but thought that Master Jack wanted bringing down a peg22 or two. However, he would go and see for himself.
It was getting dusk as he crossed the paddock, and no one seemed moving about the farm premises23. He had half hoped that Jack might have been playing about somewhere, and that his first meeting with the boy might have been when he was alone. He let himself in gently by the garden gate and stood looking round him. Every window and door stood open, and in the verandah, lying back in a long wicker chair, was Betty. The attitude was such an unusual one that Tom divined at once that all was not well with her. There was weariness written on every line of the recumbent figure, not weariness of body only, but weariness of mind. And then Tom felt he had no right to watch her and went forward to speak to her.
"I'm a late visitor, Miss Treherne, but may I come in?"
Betty sprang to her feet with a glad cry of welcome.
"Isn't it odd? you were the very man I was wishing for. I wanted to talk to you about so many things, and now you are here. Father and mother have gone over to Wylmington to keep the Carltons' silver wedding day, and I don't expect them back until quite late."
"So that some of the things you want to say to me can be said here and now," said Tom, sinking down into a chair by her side. "But first, I must see my friend Jack. Shall I find the rogue25 round by the stables?"
"He's in bed," said Betty, shortly.
"So you keep him to early hours," said Tom. "I left Eva talking to her mother."
"He's in bed because he's naughty, and it's the only punishment I can inflict26, and I should not be surprised any day if he refused to go, and what my next move would be does not yet appear. It's quite certain I can't beat him."
"But your father could. I'm no advocate for beating, but occasionally a boy in the puppy stage is better for it."
"Father is too old and too lenient27. Besides, he's my responsibility," said Betty, with a little laugh that had tears behind it.
"You should send him home."
"I would if my brother-in-law had anyone there to mother him, although I should be sending half my heart with him."
"Well, depend upon it he's only passing through one of the rather tiresome28 stages of development, which every man-child experiences in a more or less degree."
"But which it needs a man's hand to guide him through."
"I'm not at all sure that a mother's or aunt's influence does not go further," said Tom consolingly, "but I shall be here for a few weeks now, and will do what I can. Besides, I'm so fond of the boy. I don't think little Jack the Englishman can have gone far astray. Does your present clergyman have much to say to him?"
"Mr. Curtis?" answered Betty. "He's quite a good man and a very hard worker, but he has no knack29 with children. He is shy of them, and the feeling is mutual30."
"And does Jack ring the bell still?" Tom asked, with a little laugh.
"No, he got late one or two Sundays, and Mr. Curtis told him that if he could not be there in time he would rather ring it himself. The novelty and honour of the thing had worn off a little, and Jack would not go any more and I did not think it wise to force him."
"But he goes to church?"
"Oh yes, he goes with me, and to Sunday School also. He announced last Sunday that he was getting too old to go to Sunday School, but I promptly31 sat on him."
"To sum up the matter, Master Jack has grown a little too big for his boots."
"Metaphorically32 and literally," Betty answered smiling. "He's such a big boy for his age and very manly33; he is always out-growing his suits. People often take him for twelve or thirteen, and he's only eleven, and as it has always been his ambition to be big, he assumes the airs of boys much older than himself."
Then Tom led Betty's thoughts to other channels, told her something of his own travels and experiences, and left her at last refreshed and soothed34. But all Betty had told him about Jack troubled him rather. The boy must be summarily dealt with. Jack was terribly chagrined35 in the morning when he heard that Uncle Tom had arrived, and had asked to see him.
Jack, with his face skyward, smoking a cigarette. p. 109
JACK, WITH HIS FACE SKYWARD, SMOKING A CIGARETTE. p. 109
"What did you say, Aunt Betty?"
"I had to tell him the truth, that I had sent you to bed because you'd been naughty," said Betty, quietly. "I'd run off directly after breakfast and find him, if I were you."
But Jack's conscience made a coward of him, and instead of seeking Uncle Tom he ran off to a far corner of the farm and threw himself behind a stack, angry with himself and all the world. Half-an-hour later, Tom, sauntering about the farm in search of him, saw a tiny thread of smoke blown round the corner of the stack, and, peering round the corner, discovered Jack stretched full length along the ground, with his face skyward, smoking a cigarette.
At the sound of a footstep Jack sprang to his feet, thrusting the cigarette into his pocket, turned scarlet36 and then very white, and came forward with a slightly sheepish expression.
"Oh, Uncle Tom, I'm jolly glad to see you," he said, stretching out a brown paw. "I'm——" and then he came to a pause, disconcerted by the smiling gaze fixed37 upon him.
"I'm afraid I disturbed you in the luxury of a quiet smoke," said Tom, seating himself with his back against the stack. "A new accomplishment38, eh! Jack?"
Jack's face was sickly green now. "I was not smoking," he said, avoiding the scrutiny39 of Tom's eyes. "I was only going to light a bonfire."
The answer was more serious than Tom had believed. The boy lied, and Tom's heart was hot within him, but his voice was almost alarmingly quiet.
"Let's have a look at your pockets, old man. I would rather like to see what you've got in them."
"Not Uncle Tom, were you going to say?" went on Tom Chance. "It was a pretence41 relationship, just a baby's whim42 to call me so. All right, Jack, so be it, but it is not the welcome I expected from my friend, Jack the Englishman," and he turned to go, but Jack sprang after him, seizing him by the hand.
"Don't go, please don't go, Uncle Tom. I did not mean it, really. I'm truly awf'ly glad to see you, but it's treating me like a baby to tell me to turn out my pockets."
"Look here, Jack," said Tom, turning upon him a face nearly as white as his own, "you know quite well why I wanted to see into your pocket. It's because I wanted to prove that you've lied to me. You were smoking, which only showed you to be a silly little ass1. That could soon have been mended by a straight talk, but you told a lie to cover it, and that can't be mended. You'll carry the stain of that lie to your life's end. I'm deeply, bitterly, disappointed in you, and if you were my real nephew I'd beat you with the greatest pleasure in life."
"Beat me," he said, "beat me, and have done with it."
"No," said Tom. "Even that would not make things level. You are neither sorry nor ashamed."
He watched the knot climb into the boy's throat, he could almost see the fight between the evil and good spirit in his heart, and doubted which would conquer. He could but admire the boy's outward appearance, his splendid physique, his handsome head set so firmly on his broad shoulders, but the charm of the child that knows no evil was his no longer.
"Jack," said Tom again, "if you are giving me a sore heart, what will you give your father? How will you look him in the face if you can't speak the truth and shame the devil?"
Jack's arm went up as if to ward2 off a blow; he tried to speak but choked in the effort, and then he threw himself face forward on the grass, and was sobbing44 as if his heart would break, and Tom gave a long sigh of relief, for he knew the evil spirit had departed. He suffered Jack to cry for quite a long time. At last he bent24 over him, and touched him on the shoulder.
"Sit up, Jack. Suppose we have a talk, and see what's gone wrong with you?"
"I can't," said Jack, still hiding his face. "I feel such a beast."
"But I want to find out what's making you feel like that."
"And you'll hate me for ever and ever," said Jack, disclosing one scarlet eye.
"God forbid," said Tom, solemnly.
"I didn't mean to tell—a lie"—Jack's tongue stumbled over the disgraceful word—"I thought you'd be angry with me for smoking and I said I wasn't, all in a hurry, but I wish I hadn't."
"So do I," interposed Tom.
"But you can have it, you can have 'em all," and Jack rose to his feet and fumbled45 in both his pockets, producing a dirty little pocket handkerchief, with which he mopped his eyes, a ball of twine46, which he threw impatiently on the ground, and finally a box of matches and a half-smoked cigarette. He handed the cigarette and the matches to Tom with a shaking hand, who put them into his own pocket.
"Now tell me how you got it?"
"I bought 'em out of my pocket money."
"Then you've smoked before?"
"Yes, four times, but it made me—rather ill. I wanted to smoke until the chaps at school could see I could. They said I was a kid and couldn't. I wanted 'em to see I could do the same as they did."
"It seems to me you've been an uncommonly47 silly little boy, not a bit better than a monkey that tries to copy all its companions' silly tricks. Nothing seems to me quite so ridiculous as a boy who tries to be a man before his time, and it's wrong as well. You can spoil the splendid health and body God has given you by beginning to smoke too soon. And do the big boys you are so anxious to copy tell lies, too, and cheat at lessons? Are you learning that as well?"
Jack quivered as if Tom had hit him.
"I haven't lied until now. I wish you'd beat me."
Instead, Tom caught him in his arms, and held him fast a minute.
"Thank God for that. At least we can thank Him for that, that it is your first, and, let us trust, your last lie. I could not love or trust a boy whose word I could not believe, but you've got out of the right road, boy, and you must come back again. You've altered strangely from the little boy I left behind me."
"I've grown big," said Jack, a little resentfully.
"Yes, and you fancy yourself much bigger than you are. Lots of little things tell me that, although I only came back last night. You've thrown over your chum, you are troublesome to Aunt Betty, you fancy yourself too big for Sunday School—as if we were ever, any of us, too big to go on learning how to serve and please God! You've got to relearn that you're just a little boy, who, if he ever means to be of any good in the world and be a real man, must learn first himself to be obedient, brave; and truthful48, and must keep his own course straight, however crooked49 other boys may go. Have you forgotten about your Confirmation50, Jack? You were keen about it when I went away."
"I don't care so much about it now."
"What has made you change your mind?"
"Dick Chambers51 says it's all silly rot, only fit for girls, and does them no good. Mr. Curtis came after him and asked him about it, and he said he would not go to the classes for anything."
"Humph, and you'd rather take Dick Chambers' opinion than Mr. Curtis's, or mine, or Aunt Betty's. But we can leave the matter of your Confirmation alone at present. Come along, now, and take me over the farm, and show me all the changes since I went away."
Jack obeyed the summons readily enough. It was an enormous relief to talk of something else, and something of the misery52 of the morning faded in the fascination53 of Tom's companionship, but as they finally neared the house Jack drew back a little.
"Uncle Tom, shall you tell Aunt Betty?"
"No, the telling is yours, not mine."
"Whom must I tell?"
"God first and ask Him to forgive you, and your father, and ask him the same thing."
"Yes, put it down in black and white and look at it. It will make you remember, and I don't fancy you will do either again."
The letter to father was written next day, and Jack drank his cup of humiliation55 to the dregs as he handed the letter, as usual, to Aunt Betty with a crimson56 face.
"You can read it if you like," he said.
"You'll be very sorry to hear that I've told a lie and smoked four cigarettes, but I promise faithfully not to do it any more. Uncle Tom said I must tell you and God."
Betty laughed and cried over that letter at the same time, and thanked God that Uncle Tom had come back just in time to bring little Jack to repentance57.
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