第10章 THE BEACH OF FALESA.(10)

"I 'shamed,"she said."I think you savvy.Ese he tell me you savvy,he tell me you no mind,tell me you love me too much.Taboo belong me,"she said,touching herself on the bosom,as she had done upon our wedding-night."Now I go 'way,taboo he go 'way too.

Then you get too much copra.You like more better,I think.TOFA,ALII,"says she in the native -"Farewell,chief!""Hold on!"I cried."Don't be in such a hurry."She looked at me sidelong with a smile."You see,you get copra,"she said,the same as you might offer candies to a child.

"Uma,"said I,"hear reason.I didn't know,and that's a fact;and Case seems to have played it pretty mean upon the pair of us.But I do know now,and I don't mind;I love you too much.You no go 'way,you no leave me,I too much sorry.""You no love,me,"she cried,"you talk me bad words!"And she threw herself in a corner of the floor,and began to cry.

Well,I'm no scholar,but I wasn't born yesterday,and I thought the worst of that trouble was over.However,there she lay -her back turned,her face to the wall -and shook with sobbing like a little child,so that her feet jumped with it.It's strange how it hits a man when he's in love;for there's no use mincing things -Kanaka and all,I was in love with her,or just as good.I tried to take her hand,but she would none of that."Uma,"I said,"there's no sense in carrying on like this.I want you stop here,I want my little wifie,I tell you true.""No tell me true,"she sobbed.

"All right,"says I,"I'll wait till you're through with this."And I sat right down beside her on the floor,and set to smooth her hair with my hand.At first she wriggled away when I touched her;then she seemed to notice me no more;then her sobs grew gradually less,and presently stopped;and the next thing I knew,she raised her face to mime.

"You tell me true?You like me stop?"she asked.

"Uma,"I said,"I would rather have you than all the copra in the South Seas,"which was a very big expression,and the strangest thing was that I meant it.

She threw her arms about me,sprang close up,and pressed her face to mine in the island way of kissing,so that I was all wetted with her tears,and my heart went out to her wholly.I never had anything so near me as this little brown bit of a girl.Many things went together,and all helped to turn my head.She was pretty enough to eat;it seemed she was my only friend in that queer place;I was ashamed that I had spoken rough to her:and she was a woman,and my wife,and a kind of a baby besides that I was sorry for;and the salt of her tears was in my mouth.And I forgot Case and the natives;and I forgot that I knew nothing of the story,or only remembered it to banish the remembrance;and Iforgot that I was to get no copra,and so could make no livelihood;and I forgot my employers,and the strange kind of service I was doing them,when I preferred my fancy to their business;and Iforgot even that Uma was no true wife of mine,but just a maid beguiled,and that in a pretty shabby style.But that is to look too far on.I will come to that part of it next.

It was late before we thought of getting dinner.The stove was out,and gone stone-cold;but we fired up after a while,and cooked each a dish,helping and hindering each other,and making a play of it like children.I was so greedy of her nearness that I sat down to dinner with my lass upon my knee,made sure of her with one hand,and ate with the other.Ay,and more than that.She was the worst cook I suppose God made;the things she set her hand to it would have sickened an honest horse to eat of;yet I made my meal that day on Uma's cookery,and can never call to mind to have been better pleased.

I didn't pretend to myself,and I didn't pretend to her.I saw Iwas clean gone;and if she was to make a fool of me,she must.And I suppose it was this that set her talking,for now she made sure that we were friends.A lot she told me,sitting in my lap and eating my dish,as I ate hers,from foolery -a lot about herself and her mother and Case,all which would be very tedious,and fill sheets if I set it down in Beach de Mar,but which I must give a hint of in plain English,and one thing about myself which had a very big effect on my concerns,as you are soon to hear.

It seems she was born in one of the Line Islands;had been only two or three years in these parts,where she had come with a white man,who was married to her mother and then died;and only the one year in Falesa.Before that they had been a good deal on the move,trekking about after the white man,who was one of those rolling stones that keep going round after a soft job.They talk about looking for gold at the end of a rainbow;but if a man wants an employment that'll last him till he dies,let him start out on the soft-job hunt.There's meat and drink in it too,and beer and skittles,for you never hear of them starving,and rarely see them sober;and as for steady sport,cock-fighting isn't in the same county with it.Anyway,this beachcomber carried the woman and her daughter all over the shop,but mostly to out-of-the-way islands,where there were no police,and he thought,perhaps,the soft job hung out.I've my own view of this old party;but I was just as glad he had kept Uma clear of Apia and Papeete and these flash towns.At last he struck Fale-alii on this island,got some trade -the Lord knows how!-muddled it all away in the usual style,and died worth next to nothing,bar a bit of land at Falesa that he had got for a bad debt,which was what put it in the minds of the mother and daughter to come there and live.It seems Case encouraged them all he could,and helped to get their house built.

He was very kind those days,and gave Uma trade,and there is no doubt he had his eye on her from the beginning.However,they had scarce settled,when up turned a young man,a native,and wanted to marry her.He was a small chief,and had some fine mats and old songs in his family,and was "very pretty,"Uma said;and,altogether,it was an extra-ordinary match for a penniless girl and an out-islander.

At the first word of this I got downright sick with jealousy.