The House of Pride | Page 3

"Look here, Ford, isn't it time you let up on Joe Garland? I understand
you are in opposition to the Promotion Committee's sending him to the
States on this surf-board proposition, and I've been wanting to speak to
you about it. I should have thought you'd be glad to get him out of the
country. It would be a good way to end your persecution of him."
"Persecution?" Percival Ford's eyebrows lifted interrogatively.
"Call it by any name you please," Kennedy went on. "You've hounded
that poor devil for years. It's not his fault. Even you will admit that."
"Not his fault?" Percival Ford's thin lips drew tightly together for the
moment. "Joe Garland is dissolute and idle. He has always been a
wastrel, a profligate."
"But that's no reason you should keep on after him the way you do. I've
watched you from the beginning. The first thing you did when you
returned from college and found him working on the plantation as
outside luna was to fire him--you with your millions, and he with his
sixty dollars a month."
"Not the first thing," Percival Ford said judicially, in a tone he was
accustomed to use in committee meetings. "I gave him his warning.
The superintendent said he was a capable luna. I had no objection to
him on that ground. It was what he did outside working hours. He
undid my work faster than I could build it up. Of what use were the
Sunday schools, the night schools, and the sewing classes, when in the
evenings there was Joe Garland with his infernal and eternal
tum-tumming of guitar and ukulele, his strong drink, and his hula
dancing? After I warned him, I came upon him--I shall never forget
it--came upon him, down at the cabins. It was evening. I could hear the
hula songs before I saw the scene. And when I did see it, there were the
girls, shameless in the moonlight and dancing--the girls upon whom I
had worked to teach clean living and right conduct. And there were
three girls there, I remember, just graduated from the mission school.

Of course I discharged Joe Garland. I know it was the same at Hilo.
People said I went out of my way when I persuaded Mason and Fitch to
discharge him. But it was the missionaries who requested me to do so.
He was undoing their work by his reprehensible example."
"Afterwards, when he got on the railroad, your railroad, he was
discharged without cause," Kennedy challenged.
"Not so," was the quick answer. "I had him into my private office and
talked with him for half an hour."
"You discharged him for inefficiency?"
"For immoral living, if you please."
Dr. Kennedy laughed with a grating sound. "Who the devil gave it to
you to be judge and jury? Does landlordism give you control of the
immortal souls of those that toil for you? I have been your physician.
Am I to expect tomorrow your ukase that I give up Scotch and soda or
your patronage? Bah! Ford, you take life too seriously. Besides, when
Joe got into that smuggling scrape (he wasn't in your employ, either),
and he sent word to you, asked you to pay his fine, you left him to do
his six months' hard labour on the reef. Don't forget, you left Joe
Garland in the lurch that time. You threw him down, hard; and yet I
remember the first day you came to school--we boarded, you were only
a day scholar--you had to be initiated. Three times under in the
swimming tank--you remember, it was the regular dose every new boy
got. And you held back. You denied that you could swim. You were
frightened, hysterical--"
"Yes, I know," Percival Ford said slowly. "I was frightened. And it was
a lie, for I could swim . . . And I was frightened."
"And you remember who fought for you? who lied for you harder than
you could lie, and swore he knew you couldn't swim? Who jumped into
the tank and pulled you out after the first under and was nearly
drowned for it by the other boys, who had discovered by that time that
you could swim?"

"Of course I know," the other rejoined coldly. "But a generous act as a
boy does not excuse a lifetime of wrong living."
"He has never done wrong to you?--personally and directly, I mean?"
"No," was Percival Ford's answer. "That is what makes my position
impregnable. I have no personal spite against him. He is bad, that is all.
His life is bad--"
"Which is another way of saying that he does not agree with you in the
way life should be lived," the doctor interrupted.
"Have it that way. It is immaterial. He is