Part 4 (1/2)

”There's no Regans here,” said Gallagher, ”and what's more there never was.”

”There's no statue anyway,” said Doyle, ”nor there won't be.”

”I don't know that there'd be any harm in a statue,” said Gallagher.

”What has me bothered is who the General was.”

”There'll be no statue,” said Doyle. ”It's all very well to be talking, but the rates is too high already without an extra penny in the pound for a statue that n.o.body wants.”

”I wouldn't be in favour of a statue myself,” said Gallagher, ”unless, of course, the gentleman was to pay for it himself, and he might.”

”Of course if he was to pay for it, it would be different. By the look of the motor-car he came in I'd say he'd plenty of money.”

The idea that Mr. Billing could pay for a statue was a pleasant one, and it was always possible that he might do so. He appeared to be very anxious that there should be a statue.

”There's some men,” said Doyle hopefully, ”that has no sense in the way they spend what money they've got.”

Mr. Gallagher admitted with a sigh that there are such men. He himself had no money, or very little. If, as he hoped, he succeeded in becoming a Member of Parliament, he would have money, large quant.i.ties of it, a full 400 a year. He would have more sense than to spend any of it in erecting statues. Doyle, on the other hand, had money. He lent it freely, at a high rate of interest, to the other inhabitants of Ballymoy. This was his idea of the proper use of money. To spend it on works of public utility or sentimental value, struck him as very foolish.

”I'd be glad, all the same,” said Gallagher, ”if I knew who the General was that he's talking about.”

”It could be,” said Doyle hopefully, ”that he was one of them ones that fought against the Government at the time of Wolfe Tone.”

”He might, of course. But the gentleman was saying something about Bolivia.”

”Where's that at all?” said Doyle.

Thady Gallagher did not know. Editors of newspapers are supposed to know everything and have succeeded in impressing the public with the idea that they do, but there are probably a few things about which even the ablest editor has to refer to encyclopedias; and Gallagher was not by any means at the top of his profession. The Connacht Eagle was indeed a paper which exercised a very great influence on the minds of those who read it, more influence, perhaps, than even The Times has on its subscribers. For the readers of Gallagher's leading articles and columns of news were still in that primitive stage of culture in which every statement made in print is accepted as certainly true, whereas the subscribers to The Times have been educated into an unworthy kind of scepticism. Also the readers of the Connacht Eagle read little or nothing else, while those who read The Times usually glance at one or two other papers as well, and even waste their time and unsettle their minds by dipping into books. Thus, in spite of the fact that The Times appears every day, and the Connacht Eagle only once a week, it is likely that the Irish paper exercises more real influence than the English one?produces, that is to say, more definite effect upon the opinions of men who have votes. The editor of The Times would perhaps scarcely recognise Thady Gallagher as a fellow journalist. He may know?would probably in any case be ashamed to admit that he did not know?where Bolivia is. Thady Gallagher did not know, and was prepared to confess his ignorance in private to his friend. Yet Gallagher was in reality the more important man of the two.

”I know as much about Bolivia,” he said, ”as I do about the General, and that's nothing at all.”

”I'm glad it's you and not me,” said Doyle, ”that he took the fancy to go out walking with.”

”I suppose now,” said Gallagher, ”that you wouldn't come along with us.”

”I will not,” said Doyle, ”so you may make your mind easy about that.”

”I don't see what harm it would do you.”

”I've things to look after,” said Doyle, ”and anyway I don't fancy spending my time talking about a dead General that n.o.body ever heard of.”

”It's what I feel myself,” said Gallagher.

”You may feel it,” said Doyle, ”but you'll have to go with him. It was you he asked and not me.”

CHAPTER III

Dr. Lucius O'Grady is the only medical man in Ballymoy. Whatever money there is to be won by the practice of the art of healing in the neighbourhood, Dr. O'Grady wins and has all to himself. Unfortunately it is not nearly sufficient for his needs. He is not married and so cannot plead a wife and family as excuses for getting into debt. But he is a man of imaginative mind with an optimistic outlook upon life. Men of this kind hardly ever live within their incomes, however large their incomes are; and Dr. O'Grady's was really small. The dullard does not want things which the man of lively imagination feels that he must have.

The sour man of gloomy disposition is forever haunted by the possibility of misfortune. He h.o.a.rds whatever pittance he may earn. Dr. O'Grady had good spirits and a delightful confidence in life. He spent all, and more than all he had, feeling sure that the near future held some great good fortune for him?a deadly epidemic perhaps, which would send all the people of Ballymoy flocking to his surgery, or a post under the new Insurance Act The very qualities of mind which made him improvident made him also immensely popular. Everybody liked him. Even his creditors found it hard to speak harshly to him. He owed money to Doyle; but Doyle, though as keen as any man living on getting what was due to him, refrained from hurrying Dr. O'Grady over much. He grumbled a great deal, but he allowed the account in the shop attached to the hotel to run on.

He even advanced sums of hard cash when some distant creditor, a Dublin tailor, for instance, who did not appreciate the doctor's personal charm, became importunate. Between what was due in the shop for tea, sugar, whisky, tobacco, and other necessaries, and the money actually lent, Dr. O'Grady owed Doyle rather more than 60. He owed Gallagher more than 1, being five years' subscription to the Connacht Eagle. He owed a substantial sum to Kerrigan, the butcher. He owed something to every other shopkeeper in Ballymoy. The only people to whom he did not owe money were Major Kent, Mr. Gregg, the District Inspector of Police, and Mr. Ford, the stipendiary magistrate. No one could have owed money to Mr. Ford because he was a hard and suspicious man who never lent anything. n.o.body could have borrowed from Mr. Gregg, because Mr. Gregg, who had just got married, had no money to lend. Major Kent had a little money and would have lent it to Dr. O'Grady, would, in fact, have given it to him without any hope of ever getting it back again, but the doctor refused to borrow from him. He had a conscientious objection to victimising his personal friends. Doyle, so he explained, lived very largely by lending money, and therefore offered himself as fair game to the impecunious borrower. The shopkeepers throve on a system of credit.