THE TALE OF - TIMBER TOWN. THE NOVELIST.

Otago Witness, Issue 2669, 10 May 1905, Page 62

THE TALE OF - - TIMBER TOWN.

THE NOVELIST.

[All Rights Resekved.]

By A. A. GRACE, Author of "Tales of a Dying Rare" (Ghatto k Windus) ; " Maoriland

Stories," etc.

CHAPTER XL.— TRESCO MAKES THE . RING.

HE goldsmith sat at his bench, his spectacles on his nose, his apron round the place where ■ his waist should have been, and in his hands the implements of his craft. Nobody had told him, he had hardly told himself, that it was for

the last time that he was

sitting within the four boarded walls where he had spent so many years — at the bench which bore on eyery square inch of its surface the marks of his labour. But Tresco- knew, as did also Jake Ruggles and the prospector, who watched him, that the end of his labours had come.

The goldsmith's thoughts were in keeping with his work : he was about to make a wedding ring, and his speech was of love. First, he took a little ingot of pure gold, and, laying it on the smooth surface of what looked like an upturned, handleless flat-iron, he wrought upon the precious, yellow metal with a hammer, till it was shaped like a badly made rod.

This he handed over to Jake, who put it on the wire " devil," and strove with blow-pipe and flame to bring it to a red heat.

'' Woman," said Benjamin — " woman is like a beautiful scene, or the perfume of a delicate rose — every man loves her, be he prince or pauper, priest or murderer. To labour for woman is the sweetest work of man : that's why a goldsmith is in love with his craft. Think of all the pretty creatures I have made happy with my taste and skill. While there are women there must be goldsmiths. Jake !"

"What?" asked the apprentice, taking his lips from the stem of the blow-pipe, and looking at his master. " You're sure this is the correct size ?" Tresco held an old-fashioned ring between his fore-finger and thumb, and tested with the point of a burnisher the setting of the rubies in it.

" Yes," replied the shock-headed youth. " I seen her take it orf her finger when the toff bought her engagement ring. I was ' all there ' — don't you make no mistake. ' Leave this,' I said, looking at the rubies ; ' the settin' is a bit shaky,' 1 says. ' Allow me to fix it,' I says. An' there you are with a pattern. Savee?"

Benjamin laughed.

" Mind you make it real good, Ben, " said the prospector. " Person'lly, I'd say put a good big diamond in the centre."

" 'Twouldn't do," replied the goldsmith. " Unfortunately, custom says wedding-rings must be plain, so plain it must be." " Then let it be pure," said the prospector. "Anyway it'll bring good luck." He had divided his lucky nugget, the same that he had refused to sell when he made the goldsmith's acquaintance and sold the first gold from Bush Robin Creek, and while he had retained one half of this talisman, out of the other half Tresco was fashioning a wedding-ring for Scarlett. The red-hot piece of gold had been cooled suddenly by being cast into the "pickle," and was now subjected to another severe hammering, after -which it was drawn by a gigantic pair of tongs, fixed to the windlass of a bench by a long leather strap, through graduated holes'" in a strong steel plate. Next, it was branded, bymeans of certain steel punch cs 4 with the

goldsmith's private marks, and afterwards it was bent with pliers into a circle, and its clear-cut ends were soldered together under the blow-pipe.

Benjamin peered over the tops of his glasses at the prospector. " I owe you luck, fortune, and freedom," he said, " and yet, Bill, your power to create happiness is distinctly limited."

"I dessay," replied the prospector. "But what'd you have me do ? Would you ask me to make you into a gold-plated angel with a pair o' patent wings, twelve foot in the spread? It'd save me a deal o' trouble if you could fly away from the police an' Timber Town."

" I wasn't thinking of the police. I was thinking of adorable, elusive woman. I ought to be making my own wedding-ring : instead of that I must roll my bluey and be footing it over the mountains before tomorrow morning. I'm turned into a perfect wandering Jew."

" You should be darn glad I give you the opportunity."

" I leave behind the loveliest fallen angel you ever set eyes on."

" You'll find plenty more o' that sort where you're gom'."

" Perhaps : but not one of 'em the prospective Mrs T. Ah, well, all through life my hopes of domestic bliss have invariably been blightd ; but the golden key of wealth will unlock the hardest woman's heart. When I have leisure and freedom from worry, I'll see what can be done. In the meanwhile, Jake, go and fetch some beer." He took a shilling from *his pocket, and gave it to the apprentice. " Make tracks," he said, "or my sorrow will have fled before I've had time to drown it."

Jake disappeared as if shot from a cannon, and his master placed the roughlyformed ring on a steel mandril.

" But this," said the goldsmith, tapping the ring skilfully with a diminutive hammer — '' this is for the finger of an angel. Just think, Bill, what it would be to be spliced to a creature so good that it'd be like being chained to a scripture saint for the rest of your life."

'' I guess I'd be on the wallaby in a fortnight," saidi the prospector. "Personally, I prefer a flesh-and-blood angel, with a touch of the devil in her. But at best marriage is on'y a lottery. A wife's like a claim — she may prove rich, or she may turn out to be a duffer."

The goldsmith was now working upon the ring with a file. Next, he rubbed it with emery paper, and finished it with a burnisher.

" Yes," said he, as he filled his pipe, and lighted it at the pilot-flame of the gasjet which stretched its long, movable arm over the- bench, " men, like flies, v are of two kinds : those that fall into the soup, an' those that don't. I have borne a charmed life ; you have fallen into the tureen. Here comes the beer !"

There was a scuffling on the side-path, and Jake's voice was heard in shrill altercation. Up to that point Benjamin's bodyguard had attended rigidly to its eelf-imposed duty, but now, following close on the heels of the apprentice, its members burst into the workshop with the beer. Shaking with laughter, Tresco addressed the thirsty influx. "I'm sorry, mates," he said, "but I ain't good at miracles : I can't see my way to make that quart of beer into two gallons. But I give largesse to my vassals — that, I believe, is real toff, court dialect. Drink this."

He took a crumpled one-pound banknote from his pocket, and handed it to the self-appointed captain of his guard, who immediately withdrew his fire-eaters, and the goldsmith was left to complete his work in peace. " Here's health to the bride that's to wear it," said Benjamin, as he raised his glass to his thirsty lips. " I'm not much at sentiment," said the prospector, " but may she always ring as true as the metal it's made of, for she's got a man for a husband."

"May luck go with them." To the prospector the ring now seemed perfect, but the goldsmith placed a jeweller's magnifier in his eye, and scrutinised the shining marriage-token lest it might contain the slightest flaw. But his work stood the test, and, placing the ring in a dainty velvet case, he rose and put on his hat.

"That finishes my career as a goldsmith," he said. " I don't suppose I shall sit at a bench again. To you, Bill, I owe my fortune, to you I owe my liberty. No words of my misshapen tongue can express what I feel, but you, mate, can guess it." The two men looked silently at each other, and solemnly shook hands. The prospector might have said a great deal : he might have expatiated in lurid language on his admiration of Tresco's selfsacrifice, but he said nothing. He silently held the goldsmith's hand, till a tell-tale moisture dimmed the craftsman's eyes, so that they could not see through their spectacles.

Pulling- himself together with a sudden effort, Benjamin said firmly, if a little loudly. "Is my swag packed, Jake?" " Bill done it himself," answered the apprentice. " I seen him do it when he packed his own." " That's one more little kindness, Bill. Thanks, mate." Tresco placed the ringcase in his pocket, and led the way to the kitchen. There the " swags " lay on the table, and each man took his own and hitched it on his shoulders.

'' Two such valuable swags," said the prospector, " it's never been my fortune to see. Twenty thousand couldn't buy 'em." With these words he passed into the street, Tresco following. The bodyguard of diggers closed round them, and escorted) them to the- house of Pilot Summerhayes. Inside the garden-gabe the party of rough, ill-clad, warm-hearted men paused, and one of their number went forward arid knocked at the front door. Rose opened it.

" We want to see Mr Scarlett," said the digger. The girl vanished, and Jack, followed by the pilot, appeared. " Hullo! hullo J" exclaimed the jjruff old

sailor, as he caught sight of the goldminers in the garden. "We're invaded, Jack : it's another warrant. How now, my man,; what have we been doing? Are there more murderers to be lodged in galbl? I thought they'd caught the lot."

"There's four of 'em in quod, boss," replied the digger. "I guess that's the whole gang, s'fur's Tresco's evidence goes to prove."

"Ah ! there's the goldsmith himself," exclaimed the pilot, pressing through the throng in the garden. " How d'you da, sir? I have to thank you on behalf of my darter and myself." He gripped the goldsmith's hand, and almost wrung it off. "That's all right," said Tresco. "Yes, that's all right. I couldn't stand by and see an innocent man murdered. Certainlynot!" Here he got his hand free, and proffered it to Scarlett, who grasped it with a warmth which quite equalled the pilot's. " Tresco," said Jack, looking straight into the goldsmith's fa<;e, "you have accumulated against me a debt I can never pay." "I don't know," replied the goldsmith, laughing — "I'm not so sure of that. Sometimes Justice miscarries. How about that kaka nugget ? When you've explained that, I shall feel I was justified in saving you from the hand of the law." Jack laughed too " You dog ! You know the facts as well as I do. Moonlight took a fancy to the piece of gold, and . offered a good price, which the Jew took. I bought it from my mate. That point could nave been made perfectly clear. But I see you've got your swag on your back : your days in Timber Town are numbered."

" That's so," said Tresco.

" I can only say this,'' continued Jack :' " if ever you are in a tight place, which; God forbid, I hope I shall be near to help you out of it ; if lam not, wire to me — though I am at the end of the earth I will come to your help." Tresco smiled. '* Yes," he said ; " you're going to be married — you look on everything through coloured glasses — j-ou are prepared to promise anything. You are going to the altar. And that's why we've come here." He had taken the little velvet case from his pocket. "As you'll be wanting something in this line " — he opened the case and displayed the wedding-ring — " I have made this out of a piece of Bush Robin gold, and on behalf of Bill andl myself I present it to you with our best wishes for a long and happy life." Jack took the gift, and drew a feigned sigh. He knew the meaning of such a present from such givers. He looked at the ring : he looked at the diggers. " After this, I guess I shall have to get married," "he said. " I don't see any way out of it. Do you, pilot?"

"I reckon he's hooked, gen'lemen," replied the old sailor. " There's many a smart man on the ' field ' — Tin aware of that — but never a one so smart but a woman won't sooner or later take him in -her net. I give my darter credit for having landed the smartest of the whole crowd; of you."

" Well ," said Jack, as he turned the glittering ring between his fingers, " I've got to go through with it ; but such tokens of sympathy as this ring " — he placed it on the first joint of his forefinger, and held it tip that all might see — " will pull me "through." '' And when is the happy day ':" asked Tresco.

"The choice of that lies with the lady," replied Jack ; " but as the pilot has jusfe received news of his brother's death. I expect my freedom will extend for a little while yet." "My mate and me'll be far enough away by then," said the prospector, and he looked at Benjamin as he spoke. " But you may bet we'll often think of you and your wife, and wish you health an' happiness. "

" Hear, hear !" The crowd was beginning to feel that the occasion was assuming its proper aspect. "We hope," continued Bill, '"that your wife will prove a valuable find, as valuable a find as your claim on Robin Creek, an' that she'll pan out rich in virtue an* all womanly qualities. H'm !" — the prospector turned for sympathy to his friends. " I think that's pretty fair, eh, mates ?" But they only grinned. So Bill addressed himself once more to the subject in hand ; though his ideas had run out with his lasti rhetorical effort. " I dont't think I can. beat that," he said ; " I think I'll leave it ait that. I hope she'll pan out rich in virtue, an' prove a valuable claim. Mo an' Tresco's got a long way to go before night. I hope you'll excuse us if we start to°make a git." He held out his hand to Jack, and said, " Health an' prosperity to you an' the missis, mate. So-long !" Then; lie hitched up his swag, and wanted down the gravelled path, regardless of Tresco or anyone else.

The goldsmith tarried a moment or two. " It's hardly possible we shall meet again," he said. "If we don't, I wish you a long good-bye. It is said that men value most those to whom they have been of service; but whether that is so or not, I shall always like to think of the days we spent together on Bush Robin Creek." "When this little bit of a breeze has blown over," said Jack, "I hope you'll come back."

" Not much !" The reply was straight and unequivocal. "I may have retrieved* my character in the eyes of the people o£ Timber Town, but in the eyes of the law I shall always be a criminal, even if I satisfy its requirements in its prescribed manner!I shall go to some strange country andi there live out my days, liappy in the knowledge that I expiated my wrong-doing lay, saving my innocent friend from the danger of death ' at the price of my own liberty. Good-bye." " Good-bye." Jack's hand clasped the craftsman's, each man took a long, straight look at the other's kindly face* and then they parted.

!£he bodyguard closed round the goldsmith and the prosp-ector, and escorted them through the town to the Lucky Digger, where they saw their charges fed and refreshed for the journey. Then they cou-

ifiucted them out of the town to the top of the dividing range, and there, close to the spot where the murderers h*ad " stuck up " the gold escort, they bade them a long adieu.