THE FAMILY PRIDE
The hall which Andrew's grandfather had built around the peel had for
years been let with its shooting rights. Ghyllside, however, where
Andrew lived, was a commodious house, and Leonard Hathersage was
frequently glad to spend a week-end there. He and his wife had arrived
on the previous evening, and he was now busy in the library while
Andrew sat talking to his sisters on the terrace.
Though the light was fading, it was not yet dark, and the air was
still and fragrant with flowers. Yew hedges and shrubberies were
growing indistinct; a clump of firs in a neighboring meadow loomed up
black and shadowy, but a band of pale saffron light still shone behind
the hall on the edge of the moorland a mile away. The square peel
stood out harsh and sharp against the glow, the rambling house with
its tall chimneys trailing away into the gloom on its flanks.
Andrew, who had early lost his mother, had three sisters. Florence,
Leonard's wife, his senior by several years, was a tall, prim and
rather domineering woman; Gertrude, who had married Antony Wannop, a
local gentleman, was gentler and less decided than her sister; Hilda,
the youngest of all, was little, dark, and impulsive.
Wannop leaned on the terrace wall between the flower urns with a cigar
in his mouth. He was stout and generally marked by a bluff geniality.
"Where did you go this afternoon, Andrew, when you wouldn't come with
us to the Warringtons'?" Hilda asked.
Andrew would have preferred to evade the question, but that seemed
impossible.
"I went to see Mrs. Olcott."
"Again!" exclaimed Hilda, who prided herself on being blunt.
Wannop chuckled softly, but Florence claimed Andrew's attention.
"Don't you think you have been there often enough?"
"It hasn't struck me in that light."
"Then," replied Florence, "I feel it's time it did."
"Come now!" Wannop broke in. "Three to one is hardly fair. Don't be
bullied, Andrew; a bachelor can be independent."
"How do you make it three?" Hilda asked. "Only Florence and I
mentioned the matter."
"I am, of course, acquainted with Gertrude's views," Wannop explained.
Hilda laughed. Antony, with his characteristic maladroitness, had
somehow made things worse, and Andrew's face hardened. His sisters
were generally candid with him, but they had gone too far. With a
thoughtlessness he sometimes showed, he had told them nothing about
his acquaintance with Clare Olcott's husband.
"You're not much of an ally," he said with a dry smile. "Anyway, as
there's no reason why I shouldn't go to The Firs, I'm not likely to be
deterred. I may as well mention that I met Ethel Hillyard and begged
her to call."
"On Mrs. Olcott?" Florence cried. "What did she say?"
"She promised."
The astonishment of the others was obvious, but Hilda was the only one
who ventured to express it.
"Andrew, you're a wonder! You haven't the least idea of scheming, and
you'd spoil the best plot you took a hand in, and yet you have a
funny, blundering way of getting hard things done."
"You have hinted that I was a bit of a fool," said Andrew; "but I
don't see why this should be hard."
As an explanation was undesirable, Hilda let his remark pass and
addressed the others.
"He has beaten us and we may as well give in gracefully. If Ethel
goes, all the people who count will follow her."
"There's more in Andrew than his friends suspect," Wannop observed,
laughing.
They let the subject drop, and Florence went in search of her husband.
"What's your opinion of Allinson's new policy, Andrew?" Wannop asked.
"I don't know what to think. One can be too conservative nowadays, but
I'll confess that I liked the firm's old-fashioned staidness better.
Even the old dingy offices somehow made you feel that the Allinsons
were sober, responsible people. The new place with its brass-work,
plate-glass and gilding was somewhat of a shock to me; but the
business is flourishing. Mining speculation was quite out of my
father's line, but Leonard makes it pay."
"I've a few thousands in the African concern," Wannop remarked with
complacent satisfaction. "As it looks as if I'd get my money back in
about seven years, I wish I'd put in twice as much."
Hilda let her eyes rest on the fading outline of the grim old peel.
"Well," she said, "I don't agree with Leonard's methods. They're
vulgarly assertive, and the new offices strike me as being out of
place. Allinson's ought to be more dignified. Even when we stole
cattle from the Scots in the old days we did so in a gentlemanly way."
"Is stealing ever gentlemanly?" Wannop inquired.
"It's sometimes less mean than it is at others. Though I've no doubt
that we robbed the Armstrongs and the Elliots, I can't think that we
plundered our neighbors or took a bribe to shut our eyes when the
Scots moss-troopers were riding up the dale. The Allinsons couldn't
have betrayed the English cause, as some of the Borderers did."
"No," said Wannop, "it would certainly have been against their
traditions. And in times that we know more about, nobody has ever
questioned the honor of the House."
Andrew looked up with a reserved smile.
"I don't think it's likely that anybody ever will."
He got up and started toward the house.
"I must have a talk with Leonard," he said.
When he had left them, Wannop turned to the others.
"Now and then you can see the old stock in Andrew; and, after all, he
has a controlling interest in the firm."
"Andrew may not do much good," Hilda declared, "but he'll do
Allinson's no harm. He'll stick to the best of the old traditions."
She paused with a laugh. "Perhaps we're silly in our family pride and
sometimes think ourselves better than our neighbors with very little
reason; but it's a clean pride. We're a mercantile family, but
Allinson's has always ranked with the Bank of England."
When Andrew reached the library, his brother-in-law sat at a
writing-table on which stood a tall silver lamp. The light fell in a
sharply defined circle on the polished floor, which ran back beyond it
into shadow. The windows at the western end were open and, for it was
not quite dark yet, the long rows of bookcases, dimly visible against
the wall, emphasized the spaciousness of the room. The scent of
flowers that drifted in was mingled with the smell of a cigar, and as
Andrew's footsteps echoed through the room Leonard laid down his pen.
The strong light fell upon him, showing his thin face and tall, spare
figure. His hair receded somewhat from his high forehead, and he had
the colorless complexion of a man who lives much indoors; but his eyes
were singularly penetrating. Dressed with fastidious neatness he had
an air of elegance and, by comparison, made Andrew, who was of
robuster build, look heavy and awkward.
"I'm glad of an excuse for stopping," he said. "Will you sit down and
smoke?"
"What are you doing? I thought you came here for a rest," said Andrew,
lighting a cigarette.
"The firm is a hard task-master, and it's difficult to get a few
minutes undisturbed in town. That's why I brought these papers down.
Writing a prospectus is a business which demands both caution and
imagination. Would you like to see the draft?"
"I thought a boundless optimism was the most essential thing," Andrew
replied, taking the paper handed him. "You're moderate," he continued
when he had read it. "Ten per cent. is all you promise, though as far
as my experience goes, twenty's the more usual thing."
"Allinson's does not promise more than it can fulfill."
"That's true and quite in accordance with my views. Until lately,
however, prospectuses were very much out of our line."
Leonard was surprised and annoyed. Andrew was associating himself with
the business in an unusual manner; although he had a right to do so.
"If there's anything you wish to ask, I shall be glad to explain it."
"These underwritten shares--I suppose you're letting the fellows have
them below par? Is that because you expect any difficulty in getting
the money?"
"No; any project we're connected with will be taken up. Still, when
you launch a good thing, it's policy to let a few members of the ring
in at bottom and give them a share of the pickings."
Andrew frowned.
"It sounds like a bribe. But these pickings? They must come out of the
shareholders' pockets."
"In the end, they do."
"Though I'm not a business man, it seems to me that capital put into
shafts and reducing plant stands a fair chance of being productive.
That spent in starting the concern is largely wasted."
"We are spending less than usual. May I ask what your idea of the
object of floating a company is?"
"Mine would be the expectation of getting a good dividend on the stock
I took in it."
Leonard looked amused.
"Excellent, so far as it goes; but there's sometimes a little more
than that."
Andrew sat silent a while. Then he said:
"I gather that this new scheme will be subscribed for because
Allinson's guarantees it."
"It's impossible to guarantee a mining scheme, but, in a sense, you're
right. The firm's name will count."
"Well," said Andrew, "I'd like to go to Canada and take some share in
starting things--you see, I know the country. Then, as I suppose some
of my money will be put into the business, you might, perhaps, make me
a director. I'd be of no use in London, but I might do something in
Canada."
Leonard was surprised, but the suggestion pleased him. The name of
Andrew Allinson would have its influence on investors.
"It is not a bad idea," he said. "We'll see what can be done."
Andrew then changed the subject.
"How's business generally?"
"Pretty fair; we have made some profitable ventures in South America.
You will remember my bringing Senor Pinola down? We made some money
out of him."
"How?" Andrew asked without much interest. "The fellow had a dash of
the nigger or Indian in him."
"He was Dictator Valhermosa's secret agent."
"Then you supported Valhermosa's administration during the
unsuccessful revolution?"
"We did. They wanted to re-arm the troops quietly in preparation;
Pinola came over to buy new rifles and machine-guns, and as he
couldn't pay ready money we arranged the matter. There was a risk, but
we got some valuable concessions as security, and turned them over
afterward to a German syndicate on excellent terms."
Andrew's face was grim when he looked up.
"And I gave Pinola two days' shooting instead of pitching him into the
nearest bog! To think of Allinson's backing that brute Valhermosa is
somewhat of a shock."
"What do you know about him?"
"A good deal. Warren, the naturalist who was with me in Canada, spent
some time in his country and has friends there. He used to talk about
the things he'd seen, and the memory of his stories makes me savage
yet, because I believe them. I have other acquaintances who have lived
in parts of the world that business men don't often reach. If you
don't know how rubber's collected and minerals are worked in countries
where there's a subject native population, you'd better not find out."
Andrew broke into a harsh laugh.
"You didn't suspect that while the firm helped the Dictator, I, its
sleeping partner, gave Warren a check for the rebels, and I'd like to
think that every cartridge my money bought accounted for one of the
brutes who flog women to death and burn Indians at the stake when the
revenue falls off."
Leonard looked grieved.
"I'm sorry to hear this; though it's possible that Warren was
exaggerating. Anyway, we're out of it now. The deal was a matter of
business--we couldn't be expected to know what was being done in the
back-country, and after all it's no concern of ours."
Lighting another cigarette, Andrew smoked half of it in silence.
"The thing will hardly bear speaking of," he said finally; "and the
fault is partly mine for not taking the interest in the firm I should
have done."
He paused and looked Leonard steadily in the face.
"From what I've heard, those concessions may be good for another two
or three years; and then, when Valhermosa's victims revolt again, if
Allinson's can take any hand in the matter, it will be on the other
side. Now we'll let the subject drop."
Leonard acquiesced with a tolerant gesture, though he was disconcerted
by Andrew's tone. It implied that his opinions would have to be
considered in the future.
"By the way," Leonard said, "there's a matter I must mention, though
it's delicate. I saw Judson this morning and he grumbled about the
liberality you have shown of late."
"Judson's niggardliness has lost me one or two good tenants."
"It's possible; but he told me that you had let The Firs to Mrs.
Olcott for ten pounds less than he could easily have obtained. As he's
a talkative fellow and nothing is kept secret here, do you think you
were wise in letting her have the place below its value?"
"You have been given a hint, Leonard. What do you know about Mrs.
Olcott?"
"Nothing. The point is that nobody else seems to know anything. I
merely wished to suggest that it might be well to be more cautious."
The color crept into Andrew's face.
"The next time you hear Mrs. Olcott mentioned you may say that her
husband is a friend of mine; that he served with credit as captain
through the recent war; and that he now holds a government post in
West Africa, though the climate compelled him to leave his wife at
home. Now, would you like a game of pool?"
Leonard said that he would be busy for a while, and when Andrew went
out he leaned back in his chair to think. On the death of Andrew's
father, he had been left in control of the business, though, as he had
not brought much capital into the firm, his share of the profits was
not large. There was a good deal to be paid over to members of the
family and, getting tired of slow and steady progress, he had of late
launched out into bold speculations.
Since his first advancement he had looked on his brother-in-law as an
obstacle in his way, and had quietly strengthened his own position. He
had made Andrew's brief business experience distasteful to him, by
seeing that the young man was kept busy at monotonous tasks that he
could take no interest in. Afterward, when Andrew retired from the
counting-house, he had missed no opportunity for suggesting that he
was right in doing so, because he was obviously unfitted for a
commercial career. Now and then he went farther and hinted that the
young man was not gifted with much intelligence. It was, however, done
cleverly; nobody realized that the impression that Andrew was
something of a fool had originated with his brother-in-law, but in
time it was generally held. This promised to make Leonard's position
safer, because the firm was a family one, and though Andrew held a
good deal of the capital, his opinion would not have much weight with
his relatives.
Nevertheless, to some extent, Leonard was honest in what he had done.
Andrew was undoubtedly not clever and Leonard believed that for him to
have any say in matters would be detrimental to the firm. Now that he
was inclined to assert his rights, it would be well to send him to
Canada. This implied some risk, as there were matters connected with
the mine which Leonard preferred to conceal, but it was unlikely that
Andrew would make any undesirable discovery. However, as Andrew's
inaptitude for business was taken for granted, it might be wise to
give the family a reason for entrusting him with the post, and Leonard
thought it could be supplied by making the most of his acquaintance
with Mrs. Olcott. Having arrived at this conclusion, he dismissed the
matter and busied himself with the prospectus.