Capricornia. Xavier Herbert

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      A FEW days before Christmas, the Shillingsworths, driven by the new lessee of Red Ochre, Jack Burywell, set out in the buckboard on the first stage of their long journey to the South. A pack-team driven by natives followed with their baggage.

      Many more people than usual were waiting for the returning mail-train, most of them to travel up to town for a Christmas spree. Among the crowd, though not one of the intending travellers, was Humbolt Lace of Red Coffin Ridge, come down on business. Another of the people, though not one of the crowd at the Siding House, was old Karl Fliegeltaub, benign, bespectacled, square-headed old outcast, who waited with his only friends, the blacks, near the goods-shed. He was waiting for a bottle of Christmas cheer from Soda Springs, expensive liquor on which Mrs Blaize put a tax on account of the sinking of the Lusitania and the prestige she lost through dealing with him. Mrs Blaize had no rivals in her trade with Fliegeltaub. Mrs McLash had refused to serve him since having become involved in the war through her son’s decision to enlist; indeed she had threatened to run him through with a bread-knife if he came near her. Frank had not yet enlisted. As a matter of fact he was making the steam of the train for which the crowd was waiting, being now fireman of the mail-train, well on the way to realise his great ambition. His rapid advancement was due to the fact that many of the railwaymen had gone to the war. But this was his last day’s work as a civilian. He would be sailing for the South on the same steamer as the Shillingsworths.

      Oscar spoke to Lace and learnt that he was the father of a son whom he would see when his wife came home on the steamer after next. Then, as though divining the thought in Lace’s mind—thought of the return of Carrie as it concerned the pregnancy of half-caste Constance, which of late had caused the man much worry—he asked after Constance, and learnt to his surprise that she was about to marry Mrs McLash’s half-caste rouseabout, Yeller Elbert.

      Lace looked uncomfortable when Oscar stared at him. Oscar said, “But the kid’s so young—only fifteen or so!”

      “Elbert’s young too,” said Lace to the ground. “Only about twenty-three or four. And he’s a good sort of coot for a yeller (he remembered Norman’s presence)—er—half-caste.”

      “I mean she’s too young to get married,” said Oscar. “Doesn’t know she’s alive yet—like calfing a weaner.”

      “I feel that way about it too,” said Lace. “But you see she picked up with Elbert when he came up my place for eggs and things for Ma McLash—and—well I’m going to see him stick by her. That’s the size of it.”

      “You don’t mean to say she was carrying on with Elbert?”

      “Yes.”

      “Well I’m hanged. How long’s this been going on?”

      “Can’t say exactly. Pretty well from the time she came, I think, to judge by her condition. Of course I’ve got to see the girl protected.”

      “Well I’d never have thought that of her. Always a good kid, and well brought up.”

      Lace said with a smile, “With a drunken combo.”

      Oscar felt nettled. He said rather brusquely, “Differ was a good father to her, whatever his faults. He taught her well. It’s a damn shame if she’s got to go back to the Binghis.”

      “Elbert’s not a Binghi.”

      “He’s damn near it.”

      Lace tried to spit. The fluid simply fell from his lips and fell on his khaki breast. Cleansing himself with a handkerchief, he slowly said, “Well it’s no fault of mine she’s got into trouble. I trusted her same’s you’d’ve done yourself. Couldn’t watch her day and night. I’ve reported the matter to the Protector.”

      “I wasn’t meaning anything against you,” said Oscar. “Only it’s a pity she never got the chance to marry white.”

      “She’d never get that. And that’s just the reason I want to see her settled down with Elbert. There isn’t a yel—er—half-caste in the country better than he is since he’s been working for old Ma McLash. I’ll see he looks after her. I’ve leased See Ghoon’s old peanut farm down the river here. That’s ’t brings me here today. I’m going to set ’em up as farmers.”

      Oscar cocked his head, rather surprised to hear that this nincompoop was capable of arranging anything so wise.

      “I’ve bought seed for ’em,” said Lace. That was a lie; he had taken the seed from the station-store, together with tools and many other things. “And I’ll place a tenner for ’em with Ma McLash, so’s they can draw on her for a bit of tucker till they get on their feet.”

      “Who’s paying?” asked Oscar. “Abo Department?”

      “Oh no,” said Lace lightly. “I’m doing it on my pat.”

      Oscar felt embarassed. Here was a good fellow to be sure, going to all this trouble to help a child he hardly knew, while he himself, who had known her half her life, had done nothing, had indeed treated her rather meanly, as he sometimes thought. He said with feeling, “That’s very decent of you Lace.”

      Lace smiled, and kicked the gravel, and made much clinking with his spurs. Oscar went on, “I’ll put in a few quid too. Can’t do much with things as they are; but later on if there’s money needed I might be able to help. Just ask Jack Burywell. He’ll know my address. I told Peter I’d keep an eye on her. Afraid I’ve been too busy. But it don’t seem necessary with you about, anyway. Most protectors are only that in name. Very decent of you, very decent.”

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