One gloomy afternoon Jimmy stood outside an employment bureau among a group of shabbily dressed, dejected men, some of whom were of distinctly unprepossessing appearance. One had roughly pushed him away from the window; but he did not rouse himself to resent it. He felt listless and low-spirited, and to wait a little would pass the time. Besides, he thought he had read all the notices about men required which the agent displayed, and had offered himself for several of the posts without success. He got his turn at the window at last, and left it moodily9; but when he reached the edge of the sidewalk he stopped suddenly and the blood rushed to his face. Ruth Osborne was crossing the street toward him.
Jimmy looked around desperately10, but it was too late to escape; he could only hope that Miss Osborne would pass without recognizing him. He did not want her to see him among the group of shabby loungers. His own clothes were the worse for wear, and he knew that he had a broken-down appearance. The employment bureau’s sign suggested what he was doing there, and he would not have the girl know how low he had fallen. He had turned his back toward her and pulled his shabby hat low down over his eyes, when her voice reached him.
“Mr. Farquhar!”
Jimmy turned, thrilled but embarrassed, and Ruth smiled at him.
“I can’t compliment you upon your memory,” she said.
Jimmy saw that the other men were regarding them curiously11. He was not surprised, for Ruth had a well-bred air and her dress indicated wealth and refinement12, while his appearance was greatly against him; but it was insufferable that those fellows should speculate about her, and he moved slowly forward.
“I think my memory’s pretty good,” he answered with a steady glance.
“That makes your behavior worse, because it looks as if you meant to avoid me.”
“I’ll confess that I did; but I’m not sure that you can blame me. No doubt you saw how I was employed?”
Ruth’s eyes sparkled and there was more color than usual in her face.
“I do blame you; it’s no excuse. Did you think I was mean enough to let that prevent me from speaking to you?”
“Since you have asked the question, I can’t imagine your being mean in any way at all,” Jimmy answered boldly. “I’m afraid I was indulging in false sentiment, but perhaps that wasn’t unnatural13. We all have our weaknesses.”
“That’s true; mine’s a quick temper, and you nearly made me angry. I feel slighted when people I know run away from me.”
“One wouldn’t imagine it often happens. Anyhow, I’ve pleaded guilty.”
“Then, as a punishment, you must come with me to our hotel and tell us of your voyage to the North. My father will not be back until late, but I think you’ll like my aunt.”
Jimmy looked surprised.
“You knew I was in the North?”
“Yes,” she answered, smiling. “Does that seem very strange? Perhaps you find it easy to let a pleasant acquaintance drop.”
“I found it very hard,” Jimmy said with some warmth.
Then he pulled himself up, remembering that this was not the line he ought to take. “After all,” he added, “it doesn’t follow that a friendship made on a voyage can be kept up ashore14. A steamboat officer’s privileges end when he reaches land.”
“Where he seems to lose his confidence in himself. You’re either unusually modest or unfairly bitter.”
“It’s not that. I hope I’m not a fool.”
Ruth felt half impatient and half compassionate16. She understood why he had made no attempt to follow up their acquaintance; but she thought he insisted too much upon the difference between their positions in the social scale.
“I suppose your father learned where I had gone?”
“No; it was Aynsley Clay who told me. My father certainly asked one of the Empress mates what had become of you, but learned only that you had left the ship. You must remember Aynsley, the yachtsman you met on the island.”
“Yes,” said Jimmy incautiously. “My partners and I worked in his mill until a week or two ago. Then we were turned out.”
“Turned out? Why? I can’t imagine Aynsley’s being a hard master.”
“He isn’t. We got on very well. I don’t believe we owe our dismissal to him.”
Ruth started. She was keen-witted and quick to jump to conclusions. Jimmy’s statement bore out certain troublesome suspicions, and she remembered that she had forced Aynsley to speak about him in Clay’s presence. Perhaps she was responsible for his misfortunes; she felt guilty.
“Then whatever you were doing in the North was not a success?” she suggested.
“It was not,” Jimmy answered with some grimness.
Ruth studied him with unobtrusive interest. It was obvious that he was not prospering17, and he looked worn. This roused her compassion15, though she realized that there was nothing that she could do. The man’s pride stood between them.
“I’m sorry,” she said gently. “You may be more fortunate another time. I suppose you have some plans for the future?”
She seemed to invite his confidence, and he saw that her interest was sincere. It was unthinkable that she should have any knowledge of the conspiracy18 between her father and Clay, but he could not speak to her openly. Loyalty19 to his friends prevented his taking such a course, because she might inadvertently mention what she had heard, and it was impossible to ask her to keep it secret from her relatives.
“They’re indefinite,” he answered. “I expect we’ll find something that will suit us by and by.”
She saw that he was on his guard, and felt hurt by his reserve, particularly as she had made several advances which he would not meet. Then, glancing down a street that led to the wharf20, she saw, towering above the sheds, a steamer’s tunnel and a mast from which a white and red flag fluttered.
“That’s your old boat; she came in this morning,” she said. “I wonder whether we might go on board? After the pleasant trip we had in her, I feel that I’d like to see the ship again.”
“As you wish,” said Jimmy, with obvious hesitation21.
Ruth regretted the mistake that she had made, because she thought she understood his reluctance22. He looked as if he had come down in the world, and would no doubt find it painful to re-visit the boat on board of which he had been an officer.
“Perhaps there isn’t time, after all,” she said. “I told my aunt when I would be back at the hotel, and we are almost there. She will be glad to talk with you.”
Jimmy glanced at the building and stopped. Several luxuriously23 appointed automobiles24 were waiting in front of it, and a group of well-dressed people stood on the steps. He felt that he would be out of place there.
“I’m afraid I must ask you to excuse my not coming in,” he said.
“But why? Have you anything of importance to do just now?”
“No,” said Jimmy with a smile; “unfortunately I can’t give that as a reason. I wish I could.”
“You’re not very flattering, certainly.”
“I’m sorry. What I meant was that I’d kept you rather long already, and of course one can’t intrude25.”
“You’re very kind,” he said with determined28 firmness. “But I don’t intend to take advantage of that by coming in.”
“Very well,” she acquiesced29; and, giving him her hand, she let him go.
The calmness with which she had dismissed him puzzled Jimmy as he went away. He wondered whether he had offended her. He had, no doubt, behaved in an unmannerly way, but there was no other course open. Indeed, it was fortunate that he had kept his head, and she might come to see that it was consideration for her that had influenced him. Then he reflected bitterly that she might not trouble herself any further about the matter and that it would be more useful if he resumed his search for something to do.
But Ruth did trouble herself. That evening she and her father were sitting in the rotunda30 of the big hotel with Aynsley and Clay. The spacious31 hall was lavishly32 decorated and groups of well-dressed men and women moved up and down between the columns and sat chatting on the lounges. Some were passengers from the Empress and some leading inhabitants of the town who, as is not uncommon33 in the West, dined at the hotel. Outside there was obviously a fall of sleet34, for the men who came in stamped their feet in the vestibule and shook wet flakes35 from the fur-coats they handed to a porter.
Perhaps it was the air of luxury, the company of prosperous people, and the glitter of the place, that made Ruth think of Jimmy walking the wet streets. The contrast between his lot and the comfort she enjoyed was marked, and she felt disturbed and pitiful. This, however, could not benefit Jimmy; and, although he had rather pointedly36 avoided any attempt to presume upon their friendship or to enlist37 her sympathy, she longed to offer him some practical help. She must try to find out something about his affairs, using subtlety38 where needed; while generally frank, she was not repelled39 by the idea of intriguing40, so long as her object was good. It was obvious that in Clay she had a clever man to contend against; but this rather added to the fascination41 of the thing, and she had some confidence in her own ability.
“The Empress’s mate? What is he doing in Vancouver, and why didn’t you ask him in?”
“He wouldn’t come. I gathered that he’d been having rather a hard time lately.”
The remark she had made at a venture had not been wasted. Her father’s easy manner was not assumed; it was natural, and convinced her that he was not connected with Jimmy’s misfortunes. This was a relief, but she had learned something else, for, watching Clay closely, she had seen him frown. The change in his expression was slight, but she had expected him to exercise self-control and she saw that he was displeased43 at the mention of Farquhar. This implied that he had a good reason for keeping his dealings with Jimmy in the dark.
“Then I must try to overcome his objections if I run across him,” said Osborne. “I liked the man.”
“The C.P.R. pick their officers carefully,” Clay remarked with a careless smile at Ruth. “Still, the fellow didn’t show much taste when he refused your invitation.”
“I really didn’t feel flattered,” Ruth said lightly, wondering whether he had imagined that he might learn something from an unguarded reply.
“I guess he’s not worth thinking much about. You wouldn’t have had to ask me twice when I was a young man, but it’s my opinion that the present generation have no blood in them.”
“I believe that’s an old idea,” Ruth laughed. “Your father may have thought the same of you.”
Clay was quick to seize the opportunity for changing the subject.
“You’re not right there,” he chuckled44. “My folks were the props45 of a small, back-East meeting house, and did their best to pound the wildness out of me. It wasn’t their fault they didn’t succeed, but I’d inherited the stubbornness of the old Puritan strain, and the more they tried to pull me up the hotter pace I made. That’s why I’ve given Aynsley his head, and he trots46 along at a steady clip without trying to bolt.”
Ruth paid little attention to what he was saying. She was puzzling about Clay’s connection with Jimmy’s affairs, searching for some reason for Clay’s evident attitude. She was not sorry when he and Osborne rose and turned toward the smoking-room, for she wanted to question Aynsley.
“Why did you turn Jimmy Farquhar out of your mill?” she asked as soon as they were alone.
Aynsley was taken by surprise.
“As a matter of fact, I didn’t turn him out.”
“Then did he and his friends go of their own accord?”
“No,” said Aynsley with some awkwardness; “I can’t say that they did.”
“Then somebody must have dismissed them. Who was it?”
He could not evade47 the direct question, for he had none of his father’s subtlety, but he felt a jealous pang48. Ruth would not have insisted on an answer unless she had an interest in one of the men. Farquhar was a good-looking fellow with taking manners; but Aynsley erred49 in imagining that she was concerned only about Jimmy. The girl saw that there was more in the matter and she was feeling for a clue.
“The old man came along when I was away and cut down the yard gang,” he explained. “He’s smart at handling men economically, and thought I was paying too much in wages.”
“But why did he pick out those three? Didn’t they work well?”
Aynsley felt confused; but he would not seek refuge in deceit.
“So far as I could see, they were pretty smart; but I’m not so good a judge. Anyway, he didn’t explain.”
“Then you asked him about it?”
“Yes,” Aynsley answered lamely50. “Still, I couldn’t go too far. I didn’t want him to think I resented his interfering51. After all, he bought me the mill.”
Ruth saw that he suspected Clay’s motive52. So did she, but she did not think he could tell her anything more, and, to his relief, she changed the subject.
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