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<h2>CHAPTER II</h2></div> After a frugal repast I went down the hill to the lower town, and on inquiry at the custom-house learned that the yacht was named the “Michigan,” and that she was owned by Silas K. Hemster, of Chicago. So far as I could learn, the owner had not come ashore; therefore I hired a sampan from a boatman who trusted me. I was already so deeply in his debt that he was compelled to carry me, inspired by the optimistic hope that some day the tide of my fortunes would turn. I believe that commercial institutions are sometimes helped over a crisis in the same manner, as they owe so much their creditors dare not let them sink. Many a time had this lad ferried me to one steamer after another, until now his anxiety that I should obtain remunerative employment was nearly as great as my own. As we approached the “Michigan” I saw that a rope ladder hung over the side, and there leaned against the rail a very free-and-easy sailor in white duck, who was engaged in squirting tobacco-juice into Nagasaki Bay. Intuitively I understood that he had sized up the city of Nagasaki and did not think much of it. Probably it compared unfavorably with Chicago. The seaman made no opposition to my mounting the ladder;11 in fact he viewed my efforts with the greatest indifference. Approaching him, I asked if Mr. Hemster was aboard, and with a nod of his head toward the after part of the vessel he said, “That’s him.” Looking aft, I now noticed a man sitting in a cushioned cane chair, with his two feet elevated on the spotless rail before him. He also was clothed in light summer garb, and had on his head a somewhat disreputable slouch hat with a very wide brim. His back was toward Nagasaki, as if he had no interest in the place. He revolved an unlit cigar in his mouth, in a manner quite impossible to describe; but as I came to know him better I found that he never lit his weed, but kept its further end going round and round in a little circle by a peculiar motion of his lips. Though he used the very finest brand of cigars, none ever lasted him for more than ten minutes, when he would throw it away, take another, bite off the end, and go through the same process once more. What satisfaction he got out of an unlighted cigar I was never able to learn. His was a thin, keen, business face, with no hair on it save a tuft at the chin, like the beard of a goat. As I approached him I saw that he was looking sideways at me out of the corners of his eyes, but he neither raised his head nor turned it around. I was somewhat at a loss how to greet him, but for want of a better opening I began: “I am told you are Mr. Hemster.” “Well!” he drawled slowly, with his cigar between his teeth, released for a moment from the circular movement of his lips, “you may thank your stars you12 are told something you can believe in this God-forsaken land.” I smiled at this unexpected reply and ventured: “As a matter of fact, the East is not renowned for its truthfulness. I know it pretty well.” “You do, eh? Do you understand it?” “I don’t think either an American or a European ever understands an Asiatic people.” “Oh, yes, we do,” rejoined Mr. Hemster; “they’re liars and that’s all there is to them. Liars and lazy; that sums them up.” As I was looking for the favor of work, it was not my place to contradict him, and the confident tone in which he spoke showed that contradiction would have availed little. He was evidently one of the men who knew it all, and success had confirmed him in his belief. I had met people of his calibre before,—to my grief. “Well, young man, what can I do for you?” he asked, coming directly to the point. “I am looking for a job,” I said. “What’s your line?” “I beg your pardon?” “What can you do?” “I am capable of taking charge of this ship as captain, or of working as a man before the mast.” “You spread yourself out too thin, my son. A man who can do everything can do nothing. We specialize in our country. I hire men who can do only one thing, and do that thing better than anybody else.” “Sir, I do not agree with you,” I could not help13 saying. “The most capable people in the world are the Americans. The best log house I ever saw was built by a man who owned a brown-stone front on Fifth Avenue. He simply pushed aside the guides whose specialty it was to do such things, took the axe in his own hands, and showed them how it should be accomplished.” Mr. Hemster shoved his hat to the back of his head, and for the first time during our interview looked me squarely in the face. “Where was that?” he inquired. “Up in Canada.” “Oh, well, the Fifth Avenue man had probably come from the backwoods and so knew how to handle an axe.” “It’s more than likely,” I admitted. “What were you doing in Canada?” “Fishing and shooting.” “You weren’t one of the guides he pushed aside?” I laughed. “No, I was one of the two who paid for the guides.” “Well, to come back to first principles,” continued Mr. Hemster, “I’ve got a captain who gives me perfect satisfaction, and he hires the crew. What else can you do?” “I am qualified to take a place as engineer if your present man isn’t equally efficient with the captain; and I can guarantee to give satisfaction as a stoker, although I don’t yearn for the job.” “My present engineer I got in Glasgow,” said Mr. Hemster; “and as for stokers we have a mechanical14 stoker which answers the purpose reasonably well, although I have several improvements I am going to patent as soon as I get home. I believe the Scotchman I have as engineer is the best in the business. I wouldn’t interfere with him for the world.” My heart sank, and I began to fear that Yansan and the sampan-boy would have to wait longer for their money. It seemed that it wasn’t my ship that had come in, after all. “Very well, Mr. Hemster,” I said, “I must congratulate you on being so well suited. I am much obliged to you for receiving me so patiently without a letter of introduction on my part, and so I bid you good-day.” I turned for the ladder, but Mr. Hemster said, with more of animation in his tone than he had hitherto exhibited: “Wait a moment, sonny; don’t be so hasty. You’ve asked me a good many questions about the yacht and the crew, so I should like to put some to you, and who knows but we may make a deal yet. There’s the galley and the stewards, and that sort of thing, you know. Draw up a chair and sit down.” I did as I was requested. Mr. Hemster threw his cigar overboard and took out another. Then he held out the case toward me, saying: “Do you smoke?” “Thank you,” said I, selecting a cigar. “Have you matches?” he asked, “I never carry them myself.” “No, I haven’t,” I admitted. 15 He pushed a button near him, and a Japanese steward appeared. “Bring a box of matches and a bottle of champagne,” he said. The steward set a light wicker table at my elbow, disappeared for a few minutes, and shortly returned with a bottle of champagne and a box of matches. Did my eyes deceive me, or was this the most noted brand in the world, and of the vintage of ’78? It seemed too good to be true. “Would you like a sandwich or two with that wine, or is it too soon after lunch?” “I could do with a few sandwiches,” I confessed, thinking of Yansan’s frugal fare; and shortly after there were placed before me, on a dainty, white, linen-and-lace-covered plate, some of the most delicious chicken sandwiches that it has ever been my fortune to taste. “Now,” said Mr. Hemster, when the steward had disappeared, “you’re on your uppers, I take it.” “I don’t think I understand.” “Why, you’re down at bed-rock. Haven’t you been in America? Don’t you know the language?” “‘Yes’ is the answer to all your questions.” “What’s the reason? Drink? Gambling?” Lord, how good that champagne tasted! I laughed from the pure, dry exhilaration of it. “I wish I could say it was drink that brought me to this pass,” I answered; “for this champagne shows it would be a tempting road to ruin. I am not a16 gambler, either. How I came to this pass would not interest you.” “Well, I take it that’s just an Englishman’s way of saying it’s none of my business; but such is not the fact. You want a job, and you have come to me for it. Very well; I must know something about you. Whether I can give you a job or not will depend. You have said you could captain the ship or run her engines. What makes you so confident of your skill?” “The fact is I possessed a yacht of my own not so very long ago, and I captained her and I ran her engines on different occasions.” “That might be a recommendation, or it might not. If, as captain, you wrecked your vessel, or if, as engineer, you blew her up, these actions would hardly be a certificate of competency.” “I did neither. I sold the yacht in New York for what it would bring.” “How much money did you have when you bought your yacht?” “I had what you would call half a million.” “Why do you say what I would call half a million? What would you call it?” “I should call it a hundred thousand.” “Ah, I see. You’re talking of pounds, and I’m talking of dollars. You’re an Englishman, I suspect. Are you an educated man?” “Moderately so. Eton and Oxford,” said I, the champagne beginning to have its usual effect on a hungry man. However, the announcement of Eton17 and Oxford had no effect upon Mr. Hemster, so it did not matter. “Come, young fellow,” he said, with some impatience, “tell me all about yourself, and don’t have to be drawn out like a witness on the stand.” “Very well,” said I, “here is my story. After I left Oxford I had some little influence, as you might call it.” “No, a ‘pull,’ I would call it. All right, where did it land you?” “It landed me as secretary to a Minister of the Crown.” “You don’t mean a preacher?” “No, I mean the Minister of Foreign Affairs, and he put me into the diplomatic service when he found the Government was going to be defeated. I was secretary of legation at Pekin and also here in Japan.” I filled myself another glass of champagne, and, holding it up to see the sparkles, continued jauntily: “If I may go so far as to boast, I may say I was entrusted with several delicate missions, and I carried them through with reasonable success. I can both read and write the Japanese language, and I know a smattering of Chinese and a few dialects of the East, which have stood me in good stead more than once. To tell the truth, I was in a fair way for promotion and honor when unfortunately a relative died and left me the hundred thousand pounds that I spoke of.” “Why unfortunately? If you had had any brains you could have made that into millions.” “Yes, I suppose I could. I thought I was going to18 do it. I bought myself a yacht at Southampton and sailed for New York. To make a long story short, it was a gold mine and a matter of ten weeks which were taken up with shooting and fishing in Canada. Then I had the gold mine and the experience, while the other fellow had the cash. He was good enough to pay me a trifle for my steam yacht, which, as the advertisements say, was ‘of no further use to the owner.’” As I sipped my champagne, the incidents I was relating seemed to recede farther and farther back and become of little consequence. In fact I felt like laughing over them, and although in sober moments I should have called the action of the man who got my money a swindle, under the influence of dry ’78 his scheme became merely a very clever exercise of wit. Mr. Hemster was looking steadily at me, and for once his cigar was almost motionless. “Well, well,” he murmured, more to himself than to me, “I have always said the geographical position of New York gives it a tremendous advantage over Chicago. They never let the fools come West. They have always the first whack at the moneyed Englishman, and will have until we get a ship canal that will let the liners through to Chicago direct. Fleeced in ten weeks! Well, well! Go on, my son. What did you do after you’d sold your yacht?” “I took what money I had and made for the West.” “Came to Chicago?” “Yes, I did.” “Just our luck. After you had been well buncoed19 you came to Chicago. I swear I’m tempted to settle in New York when I get back.” “By the West I do not mean Chicago, Mr. Hemster. I went right through to San Francisco and took a steamer for Japan. I thought my knowledge of the East and of the languages might be of advantage. I was ashamed to return to England when I found I could make no headway here. I tried to bring influence to bear to get reinstated in the diplomatic service, but my brand of statesman was out of office and nothing could be done. I lived too expensively here at first, hoping to make an impression and gain a foothold that was worth having, and when I began to economize it was too late. I took to living in the native quarter, and descended from trying to get a clerkship into the position of a man who is willing to take anything. From my veranda on the hill up yonder I saw this boat come in, like a white-winged sea-gull, and so I came down, got into a sampan, and here I am, enjoying the best meal I’ve had for a long time. ‘Here endeth the first lesson,’” I concluded irreverently, pouring out another glass of champagne. Mr. Hemster did not reply for some moments. He was evidently ruminating, and the end of his cigar went round and round quicker and quicker. “What might your name be?” he said at last. “Rupert Tremorne.” “Got a handle to it?” “A title? Oh, no! Plain Mr. Tremorne.” “I should say, off-hand, that a title runs in your family somewhere.” 20 “Well; I admit that Lord Tremorne is my cousin, and we have a few others scattered about. However, there’s little danger of it ever falling upon me. To tell the truth, the family for the last few years has no idea where I am, and now that I have lost my money I don’t suppose they care very much. At least I have seen no advertisements in the papers, asking for a man of my description.” “If you were secretary to the Minister of whatever you call it, I don’t know but what you’d do for me. I am short of a private secretary just at the present moment, and I think you’d do.” Whether it was the champagne, or the sandwiches, or the prospect of getting something to do, and consequently being able to pay my way, or all three combined, I felt like throwing my hat into the air and uttering a war-whoop; but something of native stolidity counterbalanced the effect of the stimulant, and I was astonished to hear myself reply very quietly: “It would be folly for a man who had just applied for the position of stoker to pretend he is not elated at being offered a secretaryship. It is needless to say, Mr. Hemster, that I accept with alacrity and gratitude.” “Then that’s settled,” said the millionaire curtly. “As to the matter of salary, I think you would be wise to leave that to me. I have paid out a good deal of money recently and got mighty little for it. If you can turn the tide so that there is value received, you will find me liberal in the matter of wages.” “I am quite content to leave it so,” I rejoined, “but21 I think I ought in honesty to tell you, if you are expecting a shrewd business man as your secretary who will turn the tide of fortune in any way, you are likely to be disappointed in me. I am afraid I am a very poor business man.” “I am aware of that already,” replied Hemster. “I can supply all the business qualifications that are needed in this new combination. What I want of you is something entirely different. You said you could speak more languages than your own?” “Yes, I am very familiar with French and German, and have also a smattering of Spanish and Italian. I can read and write Japanese, speaking that language and Chinese with reasonable fluency, and can even jabber a little in Corean.” “Then you’re my man,” said my host firmly. “I suppose now you would not object to a little something on account?” “I should be very much obliged indeed if you have confidence enough in me to make an advance. There are some things I should like to buy before I come aboard, and, not to put too fine a point to it, there are some debts I should like to settle.” “That’s all right,” commented Hemster shortly, thrusting his hand deep in his trousers pocket, and bringing out a handful of money which he threw on the wicker table. “There ought to be something like two hundred dollars there. Just count it and see, and write me a receipt for it.” I counted it, and, as I did so, thought he watched me rather keenly out of the corner of his eye. There was22 more than two hundred dollars in the heap, and I told him the amount. The Japanese brought up a sheet of paper headed with a gorgeous gilt and scarlet monogram and a picture of the yacht, and I wrote and signed the receipt. “Do you know anything about the stores in town?” he asked, nodding his head toward Nagasaki. “Oh, yes!” “They tell me Nagasaki is a great place for buying crockery. I wish you would order sent to the yacht three complete dinner sets, three tea sets, and three luncheon sets. There is always a good deal of breakage on a sea-going yacht.” “Quite so,” I replied. “Is there any particular pattern you wish, or any limit to the price?” “Oh, I don’t need expensive sets; anything will do. I’m not particular; in fact, I don’t care even to see them; I leave that entirely to you, but tell the man to pack them securely, each in a separate box. He is to bring them aboard at half-past five this afternoon precisely, and ask for me. Now, when can you join us?” “To-morrow morning, if that will be soon enough.” “Very well; to-morrow morning at ten.” I saw that he wished the interview terminated, as, for the last few minutes, he had exhibited signs of uneasiness. I therefore rose and said,—rather stammeringly, I am afraid: “Mr. Hemster, I don’t know how to thank you for your kindness in——” “Oh, that’s all right; that’s all right,” he replied23 hastily, waving his hand; but before anything further could be spoken there came up on deck the most beautiful and stately creature I had ever beheld, superbly attired. She cast not even a glance at me, but hurried toward Mr. Hemster, crying impetuously: “Oh, Poppa! I want to go into the town and shop!” “Quite right, my dear,” said the old man; “I wonder you’ve been so long about it. We’ve been in harbor two or three hours. This is Mr. Rupert Tremorne, my new private secretary. Mr. Tremorne, my daughter.” I made my bow, but it seemed to pass unnoticed. “How do you do,” said the girl hastily; then, to her father, “Poppa, I want some money!” “Certainly, certainly, certainly,” repeated the old gentleman, plunging his hand into his other pocket and pulling out another handful of the “necessary.” As I learned afterward, each of his pockets seemed to be a sort of safe depository, which would turn forth any amount of capital when searched. He handed the accumulation to her, and she stuffed it hastily into a small satchel that hung at her side. “You are going to take Miss Stretton with you?” he asked. “Why, of course.” “Mr. Tremorne is cousin to Lord Tremorne, of England,” said the old gentleman very slowly and solemnly. I had been standing there rather stupidly, instead of taking my departure, as I should have done, for I may as well confess that I was astounded at the sumptuous beauty of the girl before me, who had hitherto24 cast not even a look in my direction. Now she raised her lovely, indescribable eyes to mine, and I felt a thrill extend to my finger-tips. Many handsome women have I seen in my day, but none to compare with this superb daughter of the West. “Really!” she exclaimed with a most charming intonation of surprise. Then she extended a white and slim hand to me, and continued, “I am very glad to meet you, Mr. Tremorne. Do you live in Nagasaki?” “I have done so for the past year.” “Then you know the town well?” “I know it very well indeed.” At this juncture another young woman came on deck, and Miss Hemster turned quickly toward her. “Oh, Hilda!” she cried, “I shall not need you to-day. Thanks ever so much.” “Not need her?” exclaimed her father. “Why, you can’t go into Nagasaki alone, my dear.” “I have no intention of doing so,” she replied amiably, “if Mr. Tremorne will be good enough to escort me.” “I shall be delighted,” I gasped, expecting an expostulation from her father; but the old gentleman merely said: “All right, my dear; just as you please.” “Rupert, my boy!” I said to my amazed self; “your ship has come in with a vengeance.” <hr /> 25 <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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