CHAPTER VI.

A BENEVOLENT SPIDER.

M. Rouget de la Hache was hard up. He was a "swell," in a small way,

after the mild colonial fashion, with a seigniory whose ancient

privileges had been curtailed by advancing civilization; but

civilization had paid him a good round sum when it abolished his

rights over the persons and property of his humble neighbours--rights

which were becoming an anachronism, and always more difficult to

exercise. Being a swell, he did not work, but he was closely related

to many who did, and who exercised the most important functions in the

country, while they still looked up to him as in some sort their

chief; though, in reason, the deference should have been all the other

way. M. Rouget did not work, and therefore, not being a vegetable, it

was necessary that he should play. When circumstances, in mistaken

kindness, lay no burden on a man's shoulders, he fits one on

himself--_il faut s'amuser_--and one which often proves hard to carry.

There is a taskmaster, as the nursery saw tells us, still ready to

find occupation for idle hands, occupation in which they too often

burn their fingers.

Guns and dogs answer well enough at a time, so do trotting horses; but

by-and-by there must be other men's horses to trot with, and give the

interest of emulation. A man cannot continue to amuse himself on his

own land; and in colonial cities people are too busy making their

fortunes to be amusing company for an idle man. However, Saratoga, in

its season, was not far away, and there was New York beyond, which

lasts all the year round--more or less. Rouget had been used to be

"of the best" at home--a personage, in a small way, wherever he

appeared--and abroad it did not occur to him to abate his pretentions.

Measured by the golden foot-rule of New York, he would have found

himself on a far back bench, and even then his neighbours would have

been able to lay down a dollar for every dime which he could produce;

but the idea of applying such a standard did not occur to him. He

believed himself a notability, and looked among the foremost for his

peers. Was he not related to several of those old French governors who

traded beads for peltry in the wake of a Jesuit Missionary, chaffering

with the simple children of the wilderness beneath the forest shade,

ere ever a vulgar common-place Englishman had arrived to cut timber,

open a shop, or make money? And the foremost accepted him at his own

valuation, as something "_ro_mantic, and quite beyond." He was ready

to put down his stakes alongside theirs, and it would not be "manners"

to ask the size of the pile from whence the stakes were drawn.

Wherefore the American heart opened genially to receive him, just as

it opens to the Lord Toms and Sir Harrys who each year enter its

hospitable gates, and remain while their money lasts, or till they are

found out.

It is hard upon the pipkin who adventures to sail down stream with the

brazen bowls. There are eddies on the smoothest streams, and among the

eddies there will be bumping. Only the pipkins need mind that, it is

they alone who suffer. They inevitably get cracked in a collision,

while the brass goes bumping and ringing along for very sport. It can

come to no harm. Mr. Rouget got cracked--badly cracked--at last; but

the wonder is that it had not befallen him long before. His friends

did what they could for him--friends always do, when the subject is a

worthless one, while virtue gets leave to shift for itself in its

disasters, virtue being essentially prosaic, uninteresting and

unpicturesque--but even his friends ran dry at last, and he had to

mortgage his land. That occurred when Jordan began first to invest

moneys for the Herkimer estate, and it was he who had bought the

mortgage. It was a fairly profitable operation for Jordan, and had

been the beginning of a useful intimacy; but it seemed to him, ere

long, after the accruing advantages were well secured, that to sink so

large a sum in so long-winded a transaction had been a mistake, and he

might have done better in short loans, money on call, and general

usury. There was the idea, to be sure, of engrafting his son

effectually upon the dominant French interest by marriage, and if that

could be compassed, it might turn out that the money had been well

invested; but the boy was so head-strong and contrary, so like the

Irishman's pig, which insists on going the other way, in what way

soever he may be desired to go, that there was no certainty of working

out the scheme, however compliant they of the other side might be.

Jordan was sitting in his office one day, in the week following his

wife's party, examining his diary of bills coming due, considering

where renewals might be granted, and how much he might extort in

consideration of his forebearance, what sums would be paid him, and

how they were to be employed. Rouget, overbearing the clerk who kept

the sanctum door--it was an inner room, lined with tin boxes, but free

from the professional lumber which garnished that wherein he received

his clients, the spider-hole, in fact, where he sat to devour his

flies, and very private--appeared before him.

"Jordain! Your clerk ees not _respectueux_. I must complain. He tell

me you were gone out. Yen vid dis ear I hear you cough my ownself.

Everee body know Jordain's cough. Yet he _défend_ my entry."

Jordan laid down his pen testily, but composed himself at once. "M.

Rouget de la Hache, eh? The young man has orders to let no one in

here. He should have said I was engaged. Those were his orders."

"He deed say so; but I shust look heem in ze eye--so!--vit a grand

_sévérité_; and he fail of his word, and grow _confus_; and zen he

tell me you were gone out. And so--behold me."

"Sim should stick to his orders. The first lie is always the best and

safest. Not that this was a lie--he had his orders to say I was

engaged, and admit no one. _You_ would have been an exception, of

course, had I expected to see you. But how should I? Nevertheless,

most pleased to see you; though really I am very busy. Pray sit down.

How can I serve you?"

Rouget sat down, looking vacantly about him. To attempt to hurry him,

shook up his muddy wits, which needed all their accustomed rest to

clarify themselves in any measure.

It was a bare little room, all but its wall covering of shelves,

supporting tin boxes, which were all brown japanned alike, and

garnished with gold letters and numbers enough to give one headache.

There were three chairs, on one of which he was sitting, while Jordan

had another, and the third stood waiting--for whom? It disturbed him,

this foolish question, for it was impossible to answer it. The table

was covered with black leather, and there was a book open--a big fat

book--wonder what it was about?--and a bit of paper with names and

figures, which Jordan was noting down with a pencil. Wonder what he

meant by it? Had it anything to do with him, Jean Vincent de Paul

Rouget? But yet the pencil and slip of paper looked unimportant

enough, and so, with the bold assurance of ignorance Rouget concluded

that they could not possibly be of much consequence, and Jordan was

only making believe--a humbug, in fact, as all people _là bas_ mostly

were. It takes a transatlantic "swell," who has never seen one of the

acknowledged great ones of the earth, to fully realize the vast

inferiority of the "lower orders" to his own ineffable mightiness.

And yet it was easier to make the grand entrance he had achieved, and

even to seat himself with dignity, than to plunge at once _in medias

res_. He shuddered a little, like a bather on the brink, and looked

round the room again, but it was so bare it would not suggest

anything; and he wanted an idea--some neutral subject of talk which

could be steered and edged about, whither he would; like a boat to

waft him round the cliffs on the opposing shore, to some unguarded

inlet with sloping banks, where he could land in good order and deploy

at will toward the point he sought to gain. But this fellow was so

abrupt. The _brusquerie_ was not in good taste, and at another time he

would have let him see it; but now----

"How can I serve you?" said the spider again. He knew the value of

directness and dispatch. A fly must be well inmeshed in the web to be

there present. It is mercy to the poor things to come to the point

with a bound, and bleed or devour. To prolong the preliminaries is but

adding gratuitous pain. The victim will but flutter the more wildly,

and what usurer would make rich if he heeded the remonstrance of

impotence? In prolonged palaver, too, and the frantic flutterings, may

not the captive burst a gossamer bond, and be free? The bonds are all

gossamer, at first, like the rainbow-coloured rays of a sea anemone,

but they thicken and grow tense when the prey gets among them, and do

it so quietly that he is partly swallowed before he realizes his

danger, and then his struggles are apt to be in vain. Still, there are

chances, and vigour and dispatch are best.

"How can I serve you?" and Jordan glanced into the book before him,

and then made a cross with his pencil at a name and some failures on

the list he seemed to be making out. It was manifest that he guessed

already what was going to be said. It was mortifying, and still it was

a relief to see that preliminaries were unnecessary and the subject

already opened.

"I find I cannot meet all the interest due the day after to-morrow."

A mere bow of the head from the spider. Not a motion of an eyebrow,

even, in token of surprise. This composure hurt M. Rouget much. Was he

not an important person, and looked upon as rich? And was it not the

duty of ordinary people to expect him to pay up? He felt almost

insulted that anybody should thus take his inability as a matter of

course. He coloured, and looked an interrogation.

"Yes?" said Jordan.

"I vill give a cheque for two tousand dollars. You must hold over the

rest for the present."

"Make it three, and I will take your note for the rest at thirty

days--Sim!" touching the hand-bell at his elbow.

"That vill not do! I shall not be able to pay so soon," said Rouget

more disturbed. What did the man mean by calling in his clerk so

quickly to increase his embarrassment?

"Never mind, Sim! a mistake," and the door closed again.

"Tirty days would be no use. You mus give me time. I have had looses,

and want time to retrieve myself."

"But how? Mr. Rouget. You will say I have no right to ask such a

question, perhaps, and I dare say I appear discourteous; but in

business it is essential to understand the case clearly, and our

transactions are for such large sums that you must excuse seeming

intrusiveness. Will sixty days suit you?"

"No. I want time! and freedom from all anxieties. I have a _système_

wich is infallible in the end, and must make me rich, but it demands

time, watchfulness, and money."

"Phew!"--Jordan whistled slowly, lying back in his chair and burying

his hands in his pockets. "That is--Well, we will not wrangle over

spilt milk, and I do not question your right to do as you choose with

your own money; but it seems to me, when you granted those large

mortgages, you made use of that same expression--referred to

something, something or other under the name of a system."

"And what then?" said Rouget flushing. A little indignation would help

him, conversationally at least, he began to think. Not being in trade,

he was unfamiliar with the liberties which money will empower a lender

to take with the man who would borrow, or worse, who would be excused

when the time comes round for repayment.

"Oh! nothing. Only if it has cost $150,000 already before the system

begins to work favourably, it may take as much more yet, and where is

the money to come from?"

"It vill not! It _cannot_ take so much. It mus' be propice ver soon. I

have confidence. I have considered. There is certainty!"

"And the first of the three repayments of $50,000 comes due in six

months."

"I know it, and I want you to add dese few tousands to the new

mortgage you will draw--wid interests and commissions, all to be sure,

widout question;" and the poor man rallied his waning pomposity to

make one little shrug in naming the gains and perquisites of the

_roturier_; before whom, his heart misgave him, he might yet have to

quake.

"But, my dear sir, the operation is not a profitable one, and I did

not contemplate renewing the mortgage. I can do much better with the

money on the street."

"_Mon Dieu!_ Jourdain. What do I hear? Increase ze interests if so

mus' be--and ze security is good. Ze ministre, _mon frère_, say zey

are firs class, and zat I pay _trop_--too much."

"Quite so, Mr. Rouget, that is just where it is. I have my feelings

and my reputation like another man. Why should I place myself in such

a position that the Minister of Drainage and Irrigation should look on

me as a usurer? I can command better terms for my money on the street,

with nothing said, than I could charge you on your mortgage even with

the loss of reputation involved in that word usurer."

"My dear sair! But ze mortgages were to be for fortune to M.

Randolphe, in heemself marrying to Adeline, who would have the

_survivance_ of La Hashe for _dot_."

"But if receiving interest on the mortgages is to be contingent on the

success of a 'system'--and of course a son-in-law must grant

indulgence if his wife's father gets behind--the young people might

not have much to live on. In any case, there are still the other

instalments--a very fair provision--if the young lady should

condescend, and the young man can be brought to the point--which, with

the unruly youth of the present day, is, I confess, doubtful; and the

more difficult to accomplish, the less ground of dissatisfaction there

may be, beyond mere aversion to be dictated to. Business arrangements

cannot be left open, in waiting, to accommodate the whims of boys and

girls."

"Would you buy La Hache? How much would you give?"

"Are you in earnest? Do you propose to hand it over in settlement of

the mortgages?"

"How much more would you give--'to boot,' as you say in buying a

horse."

"I didn't contemplate buying. It would not suit me to have so large a

sum tied up in unremunerative acres. If I were to buy, it could only

be that I might sell again, and that involves delays, expenses,

uncertainties, loss of interest. No! Mr. Rouget, it is not to be

thought of. If there is a default in payment all the mortgages fall

due at once, and in our small market the sum involved in the

foreclosure is as large as any buyer would be likely to bid on one

property."

"But, my friend! Ze securities aire ample. You had it valued four

years ago."

"Certainly. It seemed safe for the money at that time. But you were

then supposed to be well off, independently of the property; today you

have explained that you are so no longer, and cannot even attend to

the regular interest."

"Lend me anoder fifty tousand on de property."

"Not to be thought of."

"Tirty----"

"Could not do it."

"Tventy----"

"Sorry it cannot be."

"Ze lands aire rich."

"Realize them, then, Mr. Rouget. I will promise to place no

unnecessary impediments in your way."

"Zere is vealth in ze ground itself. Richesses of minerals. See!

Behold," and he drew from under his fur gloves, cap, and muffler,

which he had thrown upon the table in a heap on entering, a small box

which he proceeded to open, and displaying a number of mineralogical

specimens, handed across to the other. There was a green incrustation

on the stones where they had been long exposed to the weather, but the

new faces made by recent hammer-fracture, shone red and metallic like

a beetle's back.

"Ah," said Jordan. "Really very nice. I am no judge of such things,

but to my ignorant eye some of these must be nearly pure copper. Were

they found at La Hache, and does the deposit appear extensive?"

"Dey were in de swamp, a mile back from the river, last fall. We were

shooting, I, that is, and a young _savant_ of my friend's, who studies

wit Professor Hammerstone. The professor has examined, himself, since

den, and he finds the indications ver rich and abundant. He says zere

is a fortune there beyond compute. Now! What say you? You know the

Professor Hammerstone is of great reputation. Wat you say now?"

"Say? For one thing, Mr. Rouget, I congratulate you, and I would say

that your prospects look infinitely more hopeful from this point of

view than in connection with your 'system,' which--you must forgive my

saying it--was leading you to destruction. In heaven's name let the

'system' slide, and apply yourself to develop your property."

"But ze money? my friend. You cannot develop wid notting. Lend me

money, and I vill give my vor d'honneur"--and he patted his palms

outstretched on the bosom of his greatcoat--"to abandon de système."

"Mining matters are outside of my field; I do not understand them. You

should call on some of our leading capitalists and speculators with

your specimens. They will look into the affair, and if there is

anything in it, will make you a proposal. On one point only let me

offer a word of advice. Do not insist upon too much money down to

begin with. You cannot expect them to subscribe a capital merely to

hand it over to you. Show your willingness to take the bulk of your

price in shares and you will get something very handsome indeed. So

soon as the stock is all taken up, the shares become saleable, rising

and falling in sympathy with public talk, long before any of the ore

has been got to market, and you may be able to sell out at good prices

very soon, if the scheme happens to strike the general fancy. For

myself, as I have said, mining is not in my line, but I will do what I

can not to embarrass you. I will take your note at ninety days for

that unpaid interest, and as for the mortgage due next summer, we will

talk of it when the time comes, and, meanwhile, we shall have time to

see how the mining enterprise will prosper--Sim!"

Sim appeared, received orders to draw a promissory note for Mr.

Rouget to sign, and withdrew, followed by that gentleman seemingly let

down from the self-satisfied attitude of feeling in which he had

entered--meeker, much meeker, but yet more hopeful for his own future

than he would have felt, perhaps, if his demands had been complied

with.

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