Description - Jim Maitland by H. C. Mcneile
Foreword THE first time I heard Jim Maitlands name mentioned was in the bar of a P. and 0. We were two days out of Colombo, going East, and when I confessed my complete ignorance of the man a sort of stupefied silence settled on the company. You dont know Jim murmured an Assam tea-planter. I thought everyone knew Jim. Anyway, if you stay in these parts long you soon will, put in someone else. And once known-never forgotten. They fell into reminiscences of old times, and I was well content to listen. Ever and anon Maitlands name was mentioned, and gradually my curiosity was aroused. And when one by one they went off to turn in, leaving me alone with the, tea-planter, I asked him point-blank for further details. He smiled thoughtfully, and took a sip of his whisky and soda. Ever been in a brawl, Leyton, with ten men up against you, and only the couch keeping a fellow with a knife in the background from sticking it into your ribs Well, thats Jims heaven, though hed prefer it to be twenty. Ever seen a man shoot the pip, out of the ace of diamonds at ten paces Jim cuts it out by shooting round it at twenty.
Hes long and thin, and he wears an eyeglass, and rumour has it that once some man laughed at that eyeglass. The tea-planter grinned. Take my advice and dont-if you meet him. Its not safe. Hes got his own peculiar code of morals, and they wouldnt wash with an Anglican bishop. He never forgives and he never forgets- but hed sell the shirt off his back to help a pal. Who he is and what he is I cant tell you whether its his right name even I dont know. And Ive never asked Jim doesnt encourage curiosity. Yes-but whats he do I asked as he finished. Do echoed the tea-planter. Why, man, he lives. He lives he doesnt vegetate like nine out of ten of us have to. With a short laugh he rose and finished his drink. Well-Im turning in, Thats what he does, Leyton-he lives. The door closed behind him and for a while I sat on thinking. He lives he doesnt vegetate. The words were running in my head, though the man to whom they had been applied was only a name to me. Nine out of ten Ninety-nine out of a hundred would have been nearer the mark. And since the doings of the one may be of passing interest to the ninety and nine, I have ventured to put on record these random recollections.
For Fate decreed that I was to meet Jim Maitland, and eat with him, and drink with him, and fight with him. Bate decreed that the man who was only a name to me should become my greatest friend. But for those who may read I have one word of warning. By the very nature of things, when a man is a wanderer on the face of the earth, the people he meets are here to-day and gone to- morrow. Maybe paths may touch again more likely it is that they do not, The bunch with whom one drank at Shanghai and found good fellows one and all, disappear and are no more seen-just lives that crossed for an instant never to touch again. And so it must be in these pages. Across them will flit men and women-only to disappear as suddenly as they came. To-day, as I write, they may be alive they may be dead-I know not. MacAndrew, the Scotch trader at Tampico Count von Tarnim of the Prussian Guard Colette of the dancing hall in Valparaiso-where are they How has life dealt with them I Has Captain James Eelly ...
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