What he had been once no man knew,
though evidently he was a man of some little culture and education;
what he was now was patent to every man--escaped convict,
bushranger, cattle-duffer--even a murder now and again, it was
whispered, came not amiss to Gentleman Jim. It was an evil face, with
the handsome dark eyes set too closely together, and when there is evil
in a man's face at forty, there is surely little hope for him; but bad as it
was, to Nellie Durham it was the one face in the world.
Cattle-duffing--it hardly seemed a sin to her. Ever since she could
remember, her grandfather, and her father, and when he died, her
brothers, had driven off a few head of cattle from the mobs that passed,
and she in her simplicity hardly realized the heinousness of the offence;
and for the rest, she simply believed nothing against her hero. He had
been cruelly ill-treated, cruelly ill-used, but she understood him--she
loved him, she believed in him, in the blind unreasoning way a woman,
be she old or young, rich or poor, wise or foolish, gentle or simple,
does believe in the man she loves. And the old grandmother saw, and
shook her head. She did not mind cattle-duffing--it was but levying a
fair toll on the rich squatter as he passed. Sly grog-selling was hardly a
crime; so few people passed it would have been waste of money to take
out a licence, more especially since there was no one to ask whether
they had one or not. But Gentleman Jim, whom the boys had taken to
bringing home with them of late, was another matter altogether, and
she looked on anxiously when she saw the impression he had made on
her son's pretty daughter.
"I dunno," she said, anxiously to her husband, "whether the gal's all
there; sometimes I think she ain't, but anyhow, she's sweet and pretty
an' loving, an' he's an out-an'-out scamp, drat him!"
But the old man would not interfere. He was a little afraid of
Gentleman Jim; besides he was useful to him--he was getting old, and
the grandsons were not much help; they took after their mother, and
privately old Durham thought his son's wife had been more than half a
fool, so he encouraged Gentleman Jim; and now came information that
Macartney would be camping here to-morrow with a mob ready for the
southern market, and here was the man again. The cards too prophesied
disaster, shuffle them as she would.
Gentleman Jim swore at the cards and at the old woman in no measured
terms, and then he laughed, and gathered them up in his hands.
"Here, Nell, Nell!--the cards are clean against us, your Gran
says--come and cut, like a good girl."
Nellie rose willingly enough, but the old woman said scornfully, "Nell,
Nell, she ain't got no luck at all. Three times I tried her fortune, and
three times it came, 'tears, tears, tears'--never naught else for Nell but
tears."
"Never mind, mother, better luck this time, eh, Nell?" and the girl took
the cards, and smiled trustingly up into his face.
"Cut, Nell."
She cut the nine of spades, and the old woman groaned. "Disaster, sure
as fate; let Macartney's mob alone, I tell you."
"Cut again, Nell."
She shuffled them carefully, the other four watching her with eager,
anxious eyes, while the man at her side looked on with tolerant scorn.
And then she cut--the ace of spades. Her grandmother threw up her
hands. "Death, I tell you--death--death--death--an' no less."
Gentleman Jim struck the cards out of her hand roughly, and they went
flying to all corners of the hut.
"Come outside, Nell--come down to the waterhole, it's cool there, and
better fun than listening to an old woman's twaddle. The sun's down
now. Come on."
She looked at her grandmother first, partly from habit, but the old
woman was still wringing her hands over the danger foretold by the
cards, and was blind for the moment to that right under her eyes. So
Nellie followed him gladly, only too gladly, down the steep bank to the
waterhole. He pushed her down somewhat roughly under the shadow of
the western bank, and then flung himself down on the ground beside
her, and put his head in her lap. With her little work-hardened hand, she
smoothed back his black hair, and he looked up into her face.
"So you love me, Nellie?" he said, somewhat abruptly. "You be sure
you love me?"
It was hardly a question, he was too certain of it, and no man should be
certain of a woman's love.
She made no answer in words, but the pretty blue eyes smiled down at
him so confidingly, that for a moment the man was
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