The golden windmill, and other stories — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
The golden windmill, and other stories
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And then began the squeezing out of the third side of the triangle. Jim
was not strong enough for them. At first he professed to see nothing in
the friendship. He described Ted as “a jolly young fellow, a great pal
of my wife’s.” And Ted treated him with a certain amount of respect. He
called in at odd times, stayed to meals, drank Jim’s beer, and smoked
Jim’s tobacco. The triangle was quite intact. It was Annie who caused
the first disruption. She disliked the prize-fighter, and screamed at
the sight of him. This led to reprisals when he had gone, and Jim’s
championship of the child did not help to cement the always doubtful
nature of the affection between husband and wife. There were cross words
and tears, and once she pushed him over a chair, and, in the fall, cut
his temple.
A few days later, Ted Woollams called in a great state of agitation. He
wished to see Jim alone. It appeared that a wonderful opportunity had
occurred to him. It was a complicated story about a quantity of bonded
brandy which he had a chance of acquiring and selling at an enormous
profit. He wanted to borrow fifty pounds till Saturday week, when he
would pay Jim back sixty. Jim said he would lend him the fifty, but he
didn’t want any interest.
When Saturday week came, Ted said the deal had fallen through, but he
would let him have the money back the following Saturday. In the meantime
he came to supper nearly every night. Sometimes he drank too much beer.
Then Clara began to dress for the part. She bought expensive frocks, and
had the account sent in to Jim. She neglected the child.
The months drifted by, and Ted was always going to pay, but he became
more and more part and parcel of the household. Jim’s savings began to
dwindle. He protested to both his wife and Ted, but they treated him
with indifference. The boxer began to abuse his familiarity. He would
frequently tell Jim that he was not wanted in the drawing-room after
supper. When spoken to about the money he laughed and said:
“Oh, you’ve got plenty, old ’un. Lend us another fiver.”