Eurasians -- Fiction; India -- History -- British occupation, 1765-1947 -- Fiction
One day I ran across two of my schoolmates on the same errand. They were
terribly down in the mouth or down at the heels, for they were
completely discouraged, and their clothes had long since forgotten the
press of the tailor’s goose, and their boots were in the last stages of
decrepitude. They put me in mind of the fellows we read of in our
Scripture lessons at school, who went down to Jericho and fell among
thieves. “Well, boys,” said I, “come over and dine with me, and we’ll
talk over old times.” They did not look into their note-books to see how
many engagements they had, or say, “We’ll think it over,” or “We’ll
see,” in that kind of society style you know, but accepted at once.
After making a short call on one of the merchant firms, I found the boys
in my room. We had a good feed, the best I could get, and they told me
their experience. They had been at so many houses, run the gauntlet of
so many kulies and babus, and had been snubbed so often by the
mercantile gentlemen that they had scarcely courage enough left to look
in at the door of a house again. Through the friendly influence of the
dinner they confided to me that they had trusted “an uncle” with their
watches and most of their clothes, and their money was nearly all gone,
and if they did not get work soon they would have to sleep in the park,
and then have a chance of being accommodated with apartments at the
workhouse.
“Yes,” said one of them, “if we were not Eurasians we could get
situations at once, and one fat white face had the cheek to tell us that
he would not employ Eurasians, as they were not trustworthy. How did he
know that of us? It was a downright insult!”
Again he burst out, and as we had not had any liquor whatever, he was
clear-headed, saying, “Hell and fury! Who made us Eurasians, I’d like to
know?” “That’s it,” said the other, “who made us Eurasians?” and they
brought down their fists so hard onto the table that the bearer rushed
in to see what we wanted. At this I changed the subject to our school
days, and inquired after the boys of our set. Before leaving I told them
if they did not succeed in a day or two, to come to me and I would let
them have money to go home with; for the sake of old times I would not
have them “run in.”
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