IN VANCOUVER
Autumn was merging into winter when one morning Alton and his comrade
strolled along the water-front at Vancouver. It was still early, and
the store and office clerks were just hastening to their occupations,
but Alton had spent an hour already in a great sawmill. His face was
thoughtful, and he seemed to be repeating details of machines and
engines half aloud. Presently he stood still and gazed about him, and
Seaforth, who followed his gaze, knew there was something working in
his comrade's mind. The scene was also inspiriting and suggestive.
Across the wide inlet, mountain beyond mountain towered against the
blueness of the north. To the east, sombre forest shut the sheltered
basin in, its black ridge serrated by the ragged spires of taller
pines, and blurred in places by the drifting smoke of mills. Between
them and the water stood long lines of loaded cars, with huge
locomotives snorting in the midst of them, and where the metal road
which commenced at Quebec ended, the white shape of an Empress liner
rose above the wharf, the clasp of the new steel girdle which bound
England to the East. Above the pines which shrouded the narrows shone
the topsails of a timber-laden barque, and a crawling cloud of smoke
betokened a steamer coming up out of the wastes of the Pacific, while
four-masted ships lay two deep beneath the humming mills. Then, rising
ridge on ridge, jumbled in picturesque confusion, and flanked by
towering telegraph poles, store and bank and office climbed the slope
of the hill. It was a new stone city which had sprung, as by
enchantment, from the ashes of a wooden one, and would, purging itself
of its raw crudity, rise to beauty and greatness yet.
Alton glanced towards it with a comprehensive gesture. "What a place
this will be by and by," he said. "Sometimes I'm proud I was born in
this country. Now I might have been raised back there at Carnaby, and
taught it was every man's chief duty to dress and talk nicely, chase
foxes, and think about his dinner."
"I fancy there are men who would not have thought that a great
misfortune," said Seaforth dryly. "You could also, if you liked it, do
so still."
Alton laughed a little grimly. "There are two kinds of men in this
world, Charley, and which of them makes it go?" said he. "The ones who
have too much to eat and too little to do, or the others who have to
keep on doing something because they're hungry? Well, I needn't ask
you, because the conundrum was answered long ago, and that kind of
talking's no great use to anybody. That was a very fine mill, and I
picked up a good deal down there. Still, we will scarcely want such a
big one at Somasco."
"No," said Seaforth, smiling. "I don't quite see how we are going to
keep the one we have busy."
"Well," said Alton, "you will by and by, and I'm going to buy three or
four new saw-fixings to-day. You don't know anything about
bookkeeping, Charley?"
"You have surmised correctly," said Seaforth. "I don't know that I
want to."
Alton laughed, and presently stopped in front of a building on which a
brass plate was inscribed, "Bookkeeping and Shorthand taught
efficiently."
"I think you're wrong, and this is the place," said he. "That's a
sensible man, and he just puts down what he can do. Go right in, and
ask how long he'll take to make a business man of you."
Seaforth stared at him in bewilderment. "You took nothing with your
breakfast, Harry?" said he.
Alton smiled a little grimly. "I haven't had any yet. I've been too
busy," he said. "Walk in, Charley, while I see whether they'll lend me
twenty thousand dollars at the bank yonder."
Seaforth, who, however, knew that there was no use in arguing with his
comrade, shook his head. "It's a long rest you want, Harry," he said.
He went in, and Alton, proceeding down the street, presently entered
the Bank of Montreal, where he left the manager divided between
astonishment and admiration. He, however, came out with just as many
dollars as he carried into the building, and lighting a cigar, watched
the passers-by gravely as he waited for his comrade. They were of many
and widely different types; men with keen, sallow faces from eastern
cities hastening as though every moment lost was an opportunity wasted;
others moving with the tranquillity which proclaimed them Englishmen;
bronzed prospectors, and solemn axemen from the shadowy bush, with the
stillness of the forest in their eyes; sailors, Japs, and Siwash
sealermen. All of them appeared well fed and prosperous, and Alton was
wondering whether there was any one hungry in that city, when a girl
came down the stairway of the building Seaforth had entered.
Alton did not at first see her face, but he noticed that her dress was
threadbare, and she was walking wearily, while the man who read
dejection in her attitude was sorry for her. She stopped in the
passage, glancing at the card in her hand, then drew herself up a
little and with a quick, nervous movement lifted her head. Alton saw
her face at last, and though it had grown a trifle hollow and pale, he
recognized Miss Townshead. Then she saw him, and he moved forward
hastily.
"This is a pleasure I was not expecting," he said.
He fancied for a moment that the girl would have retreated. She,
however, looked at him quietly, though something in her manner checked
Alton's outstretched hand.
"Are you staying here?" she said.
"No," said Alton. "I'm going away to-morrow, but I want quite a long
talk with you."
"I do not wish to hear anything about Somasco," said the girl.
"Well," said Alton, who understood her, smiling, "we'll let that go by.
Now, they begin on time in this city, and as your father doesn't like
his breakfast early, I'm figuring you haven't had any. We'll get some
together. I've been too busy to think of mine."
Nellie Townshead was afterwards both astonished and angry with herself.
She had lost her respect for this man who had, it seemed, betrayed her
confidence, and if he had given her a moment's time, would probably
have dispensed with his company. As it was, however, Alton drew her
out into the street with a swift forcefulness before she could frame an
answer. She was also feeling very lonely and downcast then, and it was
pleasant to find somebody she knew in the busy city that had apparently
no place for her.
"Now," said Alton presently, "we'll go in here. It's nice and quiet
for Vancouver, but I expect you know this place."
He realized that he had blundered when he saw the girl's face, but in
another second she was laughing a little. "No," she said. "I'm afraid
you are forgetting."
Alton apparently misunderstood her. "Well," he said, smiling, "it's
quite possible you know another place that's nicer; but sit right
yonder while I waken some of these people up."
Now the public breakfast is an institution in Western cities whose
inhabitants frequently take no meals at home, and the appearance of the
bronzed man and girl together excited no comment, while Alton was able
to contrive that they had a table in a corner to themselves. His
tastes were, as his companion knew, severely simple, and she wondered a
little, because that establishment was one of the most expensive in the
city. In the meanwhile, the man talked assiduously, if somewhat at
random, and was contented when he found that he could keep the girl's
attention occupied so that she scarcely noticed how often he refilled
her plate. At last, as he passed a great cluster of fruit across, he
said, "It's time you did the talking now. You are going right ahead in
this city?"
The girl's face quivered for a second, and her fingers moved nervously,
"I am afraid I have not commenced yet," she said.
"No?" said Alton. "Now Susie Thomson told me you were running a
typewriter for somebody."
A tinge of carmine flickered into the cheek of his companion and faded
swiftly again. "I was," she said. "The commercial school found a
place for me, but it was impossible that I should stay there."
Alton half closed his eyes, and the girl noticed his big hand slowly
clenched, for he fancied he understood. "It's a pity I wasn't a
brother of yours, Miss Nellie. I should like to see those folks," he
said. "Still, you have known me a long while, and that's something to
go upon."
"I'm afraid it's not sufficient," said the girl hastily, with a little
smile.
"Well," said Alton, with a sigh, "you have got hold of something
better."
Miss Townshead appeared to make an endeavour to answer hopefully, but
again her fingers trembled, and there was a little less courage than
usual in her eyes. "Not yet, but I shall soon," she said.
"Of course," said Alton gravely. "Now how long have you been looking
for it?"
"A month," said the girl without reflection, and Alton nodded as though
in answer to some question he had put to himself.
"And when you went into that place this morning there was nothing
again?" he said.
"No," said Miss Townshead, with a trace of despondency she could not
quite conceal. "There was a post vacant, but it had some trust
attached to it, and nobody knows me."
Now while he talked Alton's eyes had been busy, and he had noticed a
curious weariness which he had not seen before in his companion's face.
Her fingers, which had grown white, were also very slender, and the
well-worn dress, which he remembered, did not seem to hang about her as
it had done. Her eyes, however, were brighter, and now and then a
little florid colour flushed her cheeks, but that did not please him,
for Alton had seen not a little of want and hunger in the snows of the
North.
"You mean they want security?" said he.
"Yes," said Miss Townshead hastily. "Still, one of the girls I met at
the school told me there was somebody wanted at a big dry goods store,
and I think I had better go round and see the people now."
Alton rose, and when they went out together gravely held out his hand.
"We used to be good friends, and you were kind to me," said he. "Now
is there nothing that I can do?"
"No," said Miss Townshead hastily. "Of course there is nothing, and
you will hear that I am prospering presently."
Alton bent a trifle over the little hand in the shabby glove that
rested a moment in his palm. "Well, if ever there is anything you will
let me know. You are a brave girl," said he.
Nellie Townshead turned and left him, feeling for no apparent reason a
slight choking sensation, and Alton, who watched the little figure in
the threadbare dress for at least a minute, strode resolutely back to
the commercial school.
"I want to see the man who runs this place," he said.
He was shown into an office, where a man, whose face he was pleased
with, greeted him. "You taught Miss Townshead here?" he said.
"Yes," said the other. "She is a lady of considerable ability, and I
could recommend her with confidence."
Alton stared at him a moment out of half-closed eyes. "Of course you
would," he said. "Well now, she has been applying for some place where
they want security. Is it fit for a lady?"
"Yes," said the man dryly. "Otherwise I should not have mentioned it
to her. The storekeeper having been victimized lately, however,
requires a deposit of one hundred dollars."
Alton took out his wallet. "He can have two hundred if he likes. Now
I want you to fix it up without telling Miss Townshead or anybody."
"You are a relation of hers?" said the man.
"No," said Alton, "I am a friend."
"Then I'm afraid I can't assist you," said the other man. "It is
necessary to avoid any probability of complications in my business."
Again a glint crept into Alton's eyes, but it vanished, and he spoke
quietly. "I think you're straight," he said. "Well, I'm direct too,
and I'm going right back to my ranch to-morrow. Anybody from that
district will tell you all about Alton of Somasco. Now you'll take the
dollars, and if you hear of me hanging round this city you can send
them back to me."
The man appeared dubious, but finally nodded. "I'll make an exception
in your case," he said. "The fact is, I'm sorry for Miss Townshead,
because I fancy it is desirable that she should secure an appointment
of any kind as soon as possible."
Alton went out contented, having, so he fancied, somewhat skilfully
obtained Townshead's address, and found Seaforth awaiting him.
"They could, if I am an apt pupil, turn me out proficient for anything
in three months," he said.
Alton laughed. "They'll have to do it in less, and we'll find a use
for all they've taught you by and by," he said. "Now I came across
Miss Townshead, and she wasn't looking well or happy. We'll call upon
her father when we get through what we have to do."
Seaforth, who appeared disturbed, would have gone sooner, but it was
afternoon when they strolled round the outskirts of the city, and his
face was somewhat grim as they entered the Alsatia, which is the usual
adjunct of such places. It would, however, have impressed the
unsophisticated Eastern observer as being well painted, respectable,
and especially prosperous, for virtue is not the only thing which is
rewarded and recognized in a Western city. Finally, after traversing
it, they found Townshead in a little wooden house which was apparently
occupied by two other families. The remnants of a very meagre meal lay
before him, and he sat wearing the red velvet jacket, which looked
older and more faded than ever, in a canvas chair. He greeted the two
men coldly and somewhat condescendingly.
"We have not been especially fortunate hitherto," he said presently.
"In fact, this city seems to be labouring under a commercial
depression, and I have been unable to find any of the opportunities I
had expected. Nor has my daughter been more successful."
Alton, who had been looking about him in the meanwhile, noticed that
although the day was chilly there was no fire in the stove, while
glancing at the man who lay, infirm alike in will and body, in the
chair, he understood why the girl's fingers had trembled and the
mistiness he had for a moment seen in her eyes. He was also wondering
by what means he could lessen one difficulty, but it was Seaforth who
devised one first.
"Things will get better presently," he said. "Now Harry and I often
remember the pleasant evenings we spent at your ranch, and we never got
suppers like those Miss Townshead made us, at Somasco."
"My daughter found it necessary to acquire the art of cookery in
Canada," said Townshead a trifle distantly.
"Of course," said Seaforth, smiling. "Everybody is compelled to in
this country, and I only referred to the subject because Harry seems to
fancy it must be difficult to get any of the little things we are used
to in the bush in the city, while your kindness to us would justify
what might otherwise appear a liberty. We brought a few odds and ends
you can't get quite so nice in Vancouver along. Hadn't you better go
and bring them in, Harry?"
Alton glanced at him in bewildered astonishment. "Bring them in?" he
said.
Seaforth shook his head deprecatingly. "You haven't forgotten already,
and you are not going to escape in that fashion," he said. "If you'll
ask at the hotel they'll tell you where to find the things."
Alton moved so that Townshead could not see him, and his face was
utterly perplexed. "What things?" he said.
"Two or three fowls," said Seaforth reflectively. "There were some
eggs, a bag of the big yellow apples, and--now it's curious I forgot
the rest."
Alton's eyes twinkled. "Oh, yes," he said. "Some venison. There was
the deer you shot in the potatoes, and a bag of dried plums. Our
orchard has done very well, Mr. Townshead."
"I wonder if I forgot the Excelsior pears," said Seaforth. "They're as
big as your two fists, and Harry's quite proud of them."
Townshead, who was not an observant man, appeared astonished, and also
a trifle touched. "I'm afraid I have not always appreciated my bush
friends as I should have done, and your kindness will I think lessen my
daughter's difficulty respecting the commissariat," he said. "There
are, of course, many of the little things we were used to which she
feels the loss of."
Seaforth, who read a good deal more than his words expressed in the
speaker's face, signed to his comrade, who went out and returned later
with a hamper. "Somebody must have forgotten to put the venison in,
but the other things are all there," he said.
Townshead assisted them to unpack the hamper, and while they were busy
over it his daughter came in. It was apparently raining, for the thin
white dress clung about her, and she seemed very white and weary.
Darkness was drawing on, the room was dim, and at first she apparently
only saw her father as she stood taking off her hat by the window.
"Nothing again to-day, and I am very tired," she said. "Still, I am to
call at another store to-morrow, and I was wickedly extravagant. I was
kept until it was too late for dinner, and I bought something that will
please you for supper."
Then as she turned to lay the wet hat down the blood rushed to her
face, for she saw Alton kneeling by the hamper and Seaforth standing in
the shadow behind her father's chair. The former did not rise, but his
comrade came forward smiling in another moment.
"I am glad we did not miss you, as we were about to go when you came
in," he said. "These are one or two trifles Harry fancied might be
useful. He is absurdly proud of all the products of Somasco, and seems
to think nobody can get anything nice in the city."
Seaforth also talked a good deal, and Miss Townshead smiled now and
then at him, but when she went with them to the door he lingered a
moment because he felt her eyes were on him.
"Your comrade didn't support you well, and I don't think the expedient
would have occurred to him," she said, with a little tremor in her
voice. "Still, it was done in kindness--and I am grateful."
Seaforth smiled gravely, though his face perplexed the girl. "A little
faith is a good thing, and people should believe what they're told,"
said he. "Now I wonder if one could take the liberty?"
"No," said the girl. "Even if he had the best intentions. I and my
father have not lost our pride."
Seaforth sighed as he turned away, and, when he rejoined Alton, stared
at the lights of the city savagely, while as they passed along the
water-front he said, "Will you give me a cigar, Harry?"
Alton drew out his cigar-case, glanced at it a moment, and then tossed
it across the wharf. "What right have you and I to be going back to
dinner when that girl hasn't enough to eat?" he said. "You know what
those cigars cost me. Lord, what selfish brutes we are! Now stop
right here and tell me what we are going to do!"
Seaforth made a gesture of helplessness. "The difficulty is that one
can't do anything," he said. "You see, we can't attempt the hamper
trick too frequently, and I scarcely think Miss Townshead would care to
be indebted to either of us in any other fashion."
"Well," said Alton simply, "there must be a way somewhere, and I'm
going to find it."
"Then," said Seaforth, with a trace of bitterness, "for the sake of
everybody's peace of mind I hope you will. You seem especially
compassionate towards Miss Townshead."
Alton glanced at him a moment, and then laughed a little. "I suppose
you can't help being foolish, Charley, but you should know I've no time
to think of anything beyond what I have to do just now," he said. "The
biggest contract I've ever taken hold of is waiting for me."
"I am," said Seaforth dryly, "glad to hear you say so, even though your
recent conduct would make it somewhat difficult for most people to
believe you."
Alton glanced at him very gravely. "I don't like those jokes," he
said. "You'll get more sense as you grow up, Charley."