unborn-- except for
the record it would have been more expedient that Henry should fail
and Luke succeed. Everybody knew this. It was the common talk on
board the Britannia. Even the examiners knew it. Luke himself was
aware of it. But there had always been a fatality about Luke.
And now, when it was quite apparent that Luke was a sailor and
nothing else, the Navy would have none of him. Those who knew him--
his kindly old captain and others--averred that, with a strict and
unquestionable discipline, Luke FitzHenry could be made a first- class
officer and a brilliant sailor. No one quite understood him, not even his
brother Henry, usually known as Fitz. Fitz did not understand him now;
he had not understood him since the fatal notice had been posted on the
broad mainmast, of which some may wot. He did not know what to say,
so, like the wise old Duke, he said nothing.
In the meantime the train raced on. Every moment brought them nearer
to London and to the Honourable Mrs. Harrington.
Fitz seemed to be realising this, for he glanced uneasily at his brother,
whose morose, sullen face was turned resolutely towards the window.
"She'll be a fool," he said, "if she does not give you another chance."
"I would not take it," answered Luke mechanically.
He was darker than his brother, with a longer chin and a peculiar twist
of the lips. His eyes were lighter in colour, and rather too close together.
A keen observer would have put him down as a boy who in manhood
might go wrong. The strange thing was that no one could have
hesitated for a moment in selecting Luke as the cleverer of the two.
Fitz paused. He was not so quick with his tongue as with his limbs. He
knew his brother well enough to foresee the effect of failure. Luke
FitzHenry was destined to be one of those unfortunate men who fail
ungracefully.
"Do not decide in too great a hurry," said Fitz at length, rather lamely.
"Don't be a fool!"
"No, it has been decided for me by my beastly bad luck."
"It WAS bad luck--deuced bad luck."
They had bought a packet of cigarettes at Exeter, but that outward sign
of manhood lay untouched on the seat beside Fitz. It almost seemed as
if manhood had come to them both in a more serious form than a
swaggering indulgence in tobacco.
The boys were obviously brothers, but not aggressively twins. For Luke
was darker than Fitz, and somewhat shorter in stature.
It is probable that neither of them had ever seriously contemplated the
possibility of failure for one and not for the other. Neither had ever
looked onward, as it were, into life to see himself there without the
other. The life that they both anticipated was that life on the ocean
wave, of which home-keeping poets sing so eloquently; and it had
always been vaguely taken for granted that no great difference in rank
or success could sever them. Fitz was too simple-minded, too honest to
himself, to look for great honours in his country's service. He
mistrusted himself. Luke mistrusted Providence.
Such was the difference between these two boys--the thin end of a
wedge of years which, spreading out in after days, turned each life into
a path of its own, sending each man inexorably on his separate way.
These two boys were almost alone in the world. Their mother had died
in giving them birth. Their father, an old man when he married, reached
his allotted span when his sons first donned Her Majesty's brass buttons,
and quietly went to keep his watch below. Discipline had been his
guiding star through life, and when Death called him he obeyed without
a murmur, trusting confidently to the Naval Department in the first
place, and the good God in the second, to look after his boys.
That the late Admiral FitzHenry had sorely misplaced his confidence in
the first instance was a fact which the two boys were now called upon
to face alone in their youthful ignorance of the world. Fitz was uneasily
conscious of a feeling of helplessness, as if some all- powerful
protector had suddenly been withdrawn. Their two lives had been
pre-committed to the parental care of their country, and now it almost
took their breath away to realise that Luke had no such protector.
His was the pride that depreciates self. During the last twenty- four
hours Fitz had heard him boast of his failure, holding it up with a
singularly triumphant sneer, as if he had always distrusted his destiny
and took a certain pleasure in verifying his own prognostications. There
are some men who find a satisfaction in bad luck which good fortune
could
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