Out in California
'A woman will, or won't, depend on't;
If she will do't, she will, and there's an end on't.'
On the wooden verandah of Walter Dane's ranch in Southern California
sat Gwen one evening, enjoying the orange-flamed sunset in front of
her. And lounging opposite her, smoking his pipe, was Walter--a
good-looking young fellow, whose usual expression was supreme
good-humour, but whose brow now was furrowed with anxious thought.
'You see, Gwen,' he said, knocking the ashes out of his pipe, and
ramming in a fresh supply of tobacco in a slow, meditative fashion, 'it
has been very good of you to come out and look me up. I've been
longing for a sight of my own flesh and blood for years, and if I was
only a sight better off, I'd offer you a home for good.'
'That I would not take, with many thanks,' said Gwen, laughing. 'Now
come, ever since I arrived I have seen you have had something on your
mind, so unburden! What is it?'
Walter looked across the great sweep of uncultivated ground outside his
ranch to the landmark of another ranch in the distance--a windmill
which pumped up the water necessary for use from a great depth below.
'You saw the Setons yesterday. What did you think of them?'
As he asked the question he pulled at his heavy moustache rather
nervously.
'I thought they were wonderfully nice people for colonials. The girl
is a pretty little thing.'
'They are not colonials,' her brother returned quickly; 'at least, not
more than I am: for they haven't been in this country as long. Meta
only came out a couple of years ago. She was educated at home in
Brighton.'
'Was she?'
Gwen was looking at her brother with keen eyes now. There was silence
for a minute, then Walter said in a very quiet voice,--
'We have been engaged, she and I, for a twelvemonth, and the wedding is
fixed some time next month.'
Another dead silence, then Gwen said, with a little laugh, 'Well, I am
surprised. I did not think you were a marrying man. You never gave us
a hint of this in your letters home.'
'No; for I foresaw a long engagement, and thought it might be deemed
rash.'
'And how do you intend to support a wife?'
'I can manage it now. My ground is improving. The great difficulty in
this part of the country is want of water, and I have overcome that.
Of course, it will be hard work for some time yet, but Meta knows what
the life will be like, and an aunt in England has lately died, and left
her a legacy. She does not come to me portionless!'
Gwen gazed in front of her with compressed lips. She would not show
her consternation and discomfiture to her brother, though to herself
she was saying, 'I made a mistake in coming out to him!'
Aloud she said,--
'Well, I suppose I must congratulate you. And I will not stay out here
after your marriage; you will have one of your family at the ceremony,
which ought to comfort you.'
'You will like her as a sister, will you not?' asked Walter, with
anxiety in his eyes, as he turned and faced his sister.
'Oh yes. I thought she was a nice little thing. Not much character, I
suppose; but you men prefer that style of woman. She struck me as a
lady.'
'Rather!' And with a short laugh Walter put his beloved pipe in his
mouth, and with a sigh of relief at getting through his news, sank into
a lounge chair, prepared to give his full confidence to his sister, now
that the worst was over.
But Gwen disappointed him by rising carelessly from her seat.
'I am very tired. Your early hours here make the day interminable.
Good-night.'
She passed into the house humming the air of a song, but once in her
room her expression changed.
'He will marry and have a large family, and only just make his farming
pay to support them all. He has no ambition, no desire to make his
fortune and come back to England. It means a thorough colonial life
for always. Oh, what fools men are!'
She paced her room with clenched hands.
'I never dreamt of such a thing. I came out here to shake him up, to
make him better himself. And I find he is perfectly content, and
considers my coming a decided nuisance, though he doesn't like to say
so. He can barely afford to live comfortably himself, and yet he
meditates a speedy marriage. I should like to postpone it. I suppose
if I asked him to let me stay out here for three or four months and let
his marriage wait till after I left him, he might agree, but then what
should I gain by that? I want him to give up this farming, which will
never make his fortune; but if he has a wife in view he will cling to
it! How I wish he had heard Mr. Montmorency talk of the certainty of
finding fresh goldfields, if only men of push and a certain amount of
money could be forthcoming! I will not let my journey out here be all
in vain! Walter must be roused, and made to do something better with
his life than his present existence. I wish Mr. Montmorency would pay
us a visit soon. He would advise him for his good. He says this
country is teeming with riches under the surface, only colonists are
often content with so little that they do not develop half the
resources so close to them. After all, it won't hurt that girl to wait
another year longer. She looks a simple, stupid little thing; and if
Walter can be got to postpone his marriage, we may be able to do
something with him yet.'
As Gwen thus cogitated, the scene in the cottage garden at home came
before her, when she found Patty Howitt locked out by her irate sister,
and her words flashed across her with clear distinctness now,--
'If I'm kept out here till dark, I'll maintain a promised wife comes
before a sister!'
A shadow crossed Gwen's determined face at this recollection.
'It is not a case of me or the promised wife,' she muttered to herself
with a little laugh. 'I would willingly go home again at once and
leave the young couple to themselves, but it is of their future that I
am thinking; and they will thank me in the end for it, I know.'
Not a doubt crossed her mind of the wisdom or expediency of trying to
upset her brother's plans and purposes. She knew what influence she
possessed over him. His was a placid, rather weak nature, true and
steadfast in his dealings with others, and quite capable of holding his
own as long as he kept in a certain groove; but for a man he was
strangely uncertain and distrustful of himself, and one who always
found it easier to take advice than to give it.
Gwen had a restless night. Her head was full of plans, and when the
next morning there was a stir outside the house, and she was told that
a 'strange gentleman and lady' had arrived, she was quite enough versed
in colonial ways to show no surprise when she went out upon the
verandah and greeted 'Mr. and Mrs. Montmorency.'
Walter was a capital host, and was genuinely pleased to see any friends
of his sister. And Gwen felt that fortune had indeed favoured her, and
sent to her aid the very one who could help best at this crisis.
Mr. Montmorency inspired most people with confidence, and it was not
long before he was deep in discussions of the country with Walter,
telling him many valuable facts about agriculture that had come under
his own observation, and from that drifting on to talk of the mineral
wealth that had as yet hardly been touched.
He remembered the gold rush in Northern California, and prophesied the
same would take place in the part they were in. Walter listened, but
said little, and even when Mr. Montmorency went on to unfold a scheme
of his shortly to be put into project, he showed little interest.
'It is very well for men of means to venture on such undertakings. It
wants capital, and there are few about here who would risk their
hardly-earned savings on a speculation which might fail.'
Then Gwen, with her clear head and quick brain, took the matter up.
Even bright little Mrs. Montmorency could talk well on the subject, and
for the next few days little else was mentioned but a certain region a
few hundreds of miles away, where Mr. Montmorency intended to begin
operations, and where he had already found proof enough of the
existence of gold to make it worth his while to start a company and set
to work in earnest.
The next mail that left for England contained the following letter from
Gwen to Agatha;--
'DEAREST AGATHA,--
'This is purely a business letter, and a very important one. I have
told you all about Walter and his surroundings already, so will not go
into that again. Mr. Montmorency has been staying with us. He is a
clever, able man, very well connected, a nephew of Lord D----, and has
spent most of his life out here. He is starting a company for working
a gold-mine in this neighbourhood. There is a certain prospect of its
being a grand success. I send you a bundle of prospectuses and papers,
which I want you to look carefully through. I know how cautious you
are where investments are concerned, and, of course, one cannot be too
careful. You will see the directors are all wealthy men, and their
names well known at home. Show the papers to old Mr. Watkins if you
like, and if you're afraid of acting without legal advice. Now I come
to the point. Mr. Montmorency has taken a great liking to Walter. He
says he is too good to rust in this part as he is doing, and waste the
best years of his life in slaving to earn a livelihood, with no
prospect of anything better in years to come. And he has asked him to
join him in his undertaking, and become an active partner in the
concern. I won't waste time by going into it all, but it is a grand
chance for Walter, and he is certain to make his fortune. The one
condition is that he must have capital to invest. He is going to sell
his farm, but that will not bring in much. What I propose is that we
four should invest our capital in this. Hand it over to Walter, and
then Mr. Montmorency will be able to take him into the concern. We
shall not lose, but be gainers by this. Mr. Montmorency can assure us
5 per cent. interest from the first, and that is more than we are
getting now. There is not the slightest risk or speculation in the
matter, and Walter is fortunate to have found such a friend in Mr.
Montmorency. I have already promised my portion. Talk it over with
Clare and Elfie, and show them that it will not only be benefiting
themselves, but will be the making of Walter.
'I must tell you that he is engaged to be married to a very nice girl
out here, and she is going to invest a legacy of hers in the same
company. Every one round here has the greatest confidence in Mr.
Montmorency. He is still staying with us, and Walter quite enjoys his
society. If you want any more information about the company, you can
get it by applying at their office in London. I do hope, for Walter's
sake, that you will not be long in making up your minds. It seems so
wonderfully fortunate that I should have come out in the same steamer
with the Montmorencys. The mail is going. I must stop. If Walter
gets the capital he needs, he will go off with Mr. Montmorency to the
centre of operations next month, and I shall then return home. I may
tell you that he was thinking of getting married shortly, but he and
Meta Seton have wisely settled to postpone it until he has a good
income. I believe myself that he will soon be a rich man. If he is, I
shall be well repaid for my journey out here. Love to all. Will write
again soon.
'Your affectionate sister,
'GWEN.'