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school. The straitened circumstances in the house filled with

small brothers and sisters, sufficiently clothed and fed but



otherwise running wild, while the disconsolate widower tramped

about all day in a shabbyovercoat and imperfect boots on the



muddy quays, and in the evening piloted wearily the

half-intoxicated foreign skippers amongst the places of cheap



delights, returning home late, sick with too much smoking and

drinking--for company's sake--with these men, who expected such



attentions in the way of business. Then the offer of the

good-natured captain of Kosmopoliet IV., who was pleased to do



something for the patient and obliging fellow; young Willems'

great joy, his still greater disappointment with the sea that



looked so charming from afar, but proved so hard and exacting on

closer acquaintance--and then this running away by a sudden



impulse. The boy was hopelessly at variance with the spirit of

the sea. He had an instinctivecontempt for the honest



simplicity of that work which led to nothing he cared for.

Lingard soon found this out. He offered to send him home in an



English ship, but the boy begged hard to be permitted to remain.

He wrote a beautiful hand, became soon perfect in English, was



quick at figures; and Lingard made him useful in that way. As he

grew older his trading instincts developed themselves



astonishingly, and Lingard left him often to trade in one island

or another while he, himself, made an intermediate trip to some



out-of-the-way place. On Willems expressing a wish to that

effect, Lingard let him enter Hudig's service. He felt a little



sore at that abandonment because he had attached himself, in a

way, to his protege. Still he was proud of him, and spoke up for



him loyally. At first it was, "Smart boy that--never make a

seaman though." Then when Willems was helping in the trading he



referred to him as "that clever young fellow." Later when

Willems became the confidential agent of Hudig, employed in many



a delicate affair, the simple-hearted old seaman would point an

admiring finger at his back and whisper to whoever stood near at



the moment, "Long-headed chap that; deuced long-headed chap.

Look at him. Confidential man of old Hudig. I picked him up in



a ditch, you may say, like a starved cat. Skin and bone. 'Pon my

word I did. And now he knows more than I do about island



trading. Fact. I am not joking. More than I do," he would

repeat, seriously, with innocent pride in his honest eyes.



From the safe elevation of his commercial successes Willems

patronized Lingard. He had a liking for his benefactor, not



unmixed with some disdain for the crude directness of the old

fellow's methods of conduct. There were, however, certain sides



of Lingard's character for which Willems felt a qualified

respect. The talkative seaman knew how to be silent on certain



matters that to Willems were very interesting. Besides, Lingard

was rich, and that in itself was enough to compel Willems'



unwilling admiration. In his confidential chats with Hudig,

Willems generally alluded to the benevolent Englishman as the



"lucky old fool" in a very distinct tone of vexation; Hudig would

grunt an unqualified assent, and then the two would look at each



other in a sudden immobility of pupils fixed by a stare of

unexpressed thought.



"You can't find out where he gets all that india-rubber, hey

Willems?" Hudig would ask at last, turning away and bending over



the papers on his desk.

"No, Mr. Hudig. Not yet. But I am trying," was Willems'



invariable reply, delivered with a ring of regretful deprecation.

"Try! Always try! You may try! You think yourself clever



perhaps," rumbled on Hudig, without looking up. "I have been

trading with him twenty--thirty years now. The old fox. And I



have tried. Bah!"

He stretched out a short, podgy leg and contemplated the bare



instep and the grass slipperhanging by the toes. "You can't

make him drunk?" he would add, after a pause of stertorous



breathing.

"No, Mr. Hudig, I can't really," protested Willems, earnestly.






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