Time Enough For Love Part 28

Thereafter Gibbons and the baby girl rode Buck in a saddle built for two: a man-sized saddle in the usual position, with a tiny saddle with tiny stirrups an integral part of it in that forward position where a normal saddle carries its pommel horn. A little wooden arch, leather covered, curved up from this, a safety bar the child could grab. Gibbons also had this extended saddle fitted with two belly bands, more comfortable for the mule, safer on steep trails for riders.

They rode that way several seasons, usually an hour or more after school-holding three-cornered conversations at a walk, or singing as a trio with Buck loudly off key but always on beat with his gait acting as a metronome, Gibbons carrying the lead, and Dora learning to harmonize. It was often the "Paunshot" song, which Dora regarded as her own, and to which she gradually added verses, including one about the paddock next to the schoolhouse, where Buck lived.

But soon there was too much girl for the tiny forward saddle as Dora grew, straight and slender and tall. Gibbons bought a mare mule, after trying two others-one was rejected by Buck because she was (so he said) "shdoop'd" and the other because she failed to appreciate a hackamore and tried to run away.

Gibbons let Buck pick the third, with advice from Dora but none from him-and Buck acquired a mate in his paddock, and Gibbons had the stable enlarged. Buck still stood at stud for a fee but seemed pleased to have Beulah at home. However, Beulah did not learn to sing and talked very little. Gibbons suspected that she was afraid to open her mouth in Buck's presence-she was willing to talk, or at least to answer, when Gibbons rode her alone . . for it worked out, to Gibbons' surprise, that Beulah was his saddle mule; Dora rode the big male brute, even when the stirrups of the stock saddle had to be shortened ridiculously to fit her child's legs.

But steadily the stirrups had to be lengthened as Dora grew toward young womanhood. Beulah dropped a foal; Gibbons kept her and Dora named her "Betty" and trained the baby mule as she grew, at first letting her amble along behind with an empty saddle, then teaching her to accept a rider in the paddock. There followed a time when their daily rides became sixsomes and often picnics, with Mrs. Mayberry up on Buck, the steadiest, and with the lightest load-Dora-on Betty, and with Gibbons as usual riding Beulah. Gibbons remembered that summer as a most happy one: Helen and himself knee to knee on the older mounts while Dora and the frisky youngster galloped ahead, then running back with Dora's long brown hair flying in the breeze.

One such time he asked, "Helen, are the boys beginning to sniff around her?"

"You old stud, don't you think about anything else?"

"Come off it, dear; I asked for information."

"Certainly the boys are noticing her, Ernest, and she is noticing them. But I will do all the worrying necessary. Not much; she's far too choosy to put up with second best."

The happy family picnics did not resume the following summer. Mrs. Mayberry was feeling the years in her bones, and could mount and dismount only with help.

Gibbons had plenty of time to be ready before the murmurings about his monopoly of the banking business came to a head. The New Beginnings Bank of Commerce was a bank of issue; he (or Zaccur) always set up such a bank in each colony they pioneered. Money was necessary to a growing colony; barter was too clumsy. Some medium of exchange was needed even before government was needed.

He was not surprised when he was invited to meet with the town's selectmen to discuss the matter; it always happened. That evening, as he trimmed his Vand.y.k.e and added a touch more gray to it and to the hair on his head in preparation for the confrontation, he reviewed in his mind proposals he had heard in the past for making water run uphill, the sun to stand still, and one egg to be counted as two. Would there be some novel numbskullery tonight? He hoped so but did not expect it.

He plucked hairs from his "receding" hairline-d.a.m.n it, it was getting harder and harder to age enough each year!-then put on his war-plaid kilt . . not only more impressive but with more ways to conceal weapons-and get at them quickly. He was fairly sure that no one was, as yet, annoyed enough at him to start violence, but once he had been too optimistic; since that time he had been a pessimist as a fixed policy.

Then he hid some items, locked up others, set some gadgets that Zaccur had fetched last trip but which were not offered for sale at the Top Dollar T.P., unlocked his door, handlocked it from outside, and left by the route through the bar, so that he could tell the barkeep that he would be away "a few minutes."

Three hours later Gibbons had settled one point: No one had been able to think of any new way to debase currency that he had not heard at least five hundred years earlier-more likely a thousand-and each was certainly much, much older in history. Early in the meeting he asked the Moderator to have the Town Scribe write down each question so that he could answer them in a Jump-and was allowed to have it his way by being balky.

At last the Moderator Selectman, Jim "Duke" Warwick, said, "That seems to be it. Ernie, we have a motion to nationalize-I guess that's the word-the New Beginnings Bank of Commerce. You're not a selectman, but we all agree that you are a party with a special interest, we want to hear from you. Do you want to speak against the proposal?"

"Not at all, Jim. Go right ahead."

"Eh? I'm afraid I didn't understands you."

"I have no objection to the bank being nationalized. If that's all, let's adjourn and go to bed."

Someone in the audience called out, "Hey, I want my question about New Pittsburgh money answered!"

"And mine about interest! Interest is wrong wrong-it says so in the Bible!"

"Well, Ernie? You said earlier that you would answer questions.

"So I did. But if you are nationalizing the bank, wouldn't it make more sense to put questions to your state treasurer, or whatever you decide to call him? The new head of the bank. Bv the way, who is he? Hadn't he better sit up here on the platform?"

Warwick pounded his gavel, then said, "We haven't got that far, Ernie. For the time being the entire Council of Selectmen is the finance committee-if we go ahead with this."

"Oh, by all means go ahead. I'm shutting down."

"What do you mean?"

"Just what I said: I quit. A man doesn't like to have his neighbors dislike him. The people of Top Dollar don't like what I've been doing or this meeting would never have been called. So I've quit. The bank is closed; it will not reopen tomorrow. Nor ever, with me as president of it. That's why I asked who your state treasurer will be. I'm as interested as anyone in finding out what we are going to use for money from here on-and what it will be worth."

There was dead silence; then the Moderator had to pound his gavel and the Sergeant at Arms was very busy, all to shouts of "What about my seed loan?" "You owe me money!" "I sold Hank Brofsky a mule on his personal note-what do I collect?" "You can't do do this to us!" this to us!"

Gibbons sat quietly, not letting his alertness show, until Warwick got them quieted down. Then Warwick said, wiping sweat from his brow: "Ernie, I think you've got some explaining to do."

"Certainly, Mr. Moderator. The liquidation will be as orderly as you will let it be. Those who have deposits will be paid . . in banknotes, that being what was deposited. Those who owe money to the bank-well, I don't know; it depends on the policies the council sets up. I suppose I'm bankrupt. I can't know until you tell me what you mean when you say my bank is being 'nationalized.'

"But I have had to take this step: Top Dollar Trading Post is no longer buying with banknotes-they may be worthless. Each deal will have to be barter. But we will continue to sell sell for banknotes. But I took down the posted prices just before I came here tonight . . because the stock I have on hand may be all I ever have with which to redeem those banknotes. Which could force me to raise prices. It all depends on whether 'nationalize' is simply another word for 'confiscate.' " for banknotes. But I took down the posted prices just before I came here tonight . . because the stock I have on hand may be all I ever have with which to redeem those banknotes. Which could force me to raise prices. It all depends on whether 'nationalize' is simply another word for 'confiscate.' "

Gibbons spent several days explaining to Warwick the elementary principles of banking and currency, patiently and with good humor-to Warwick by Hobson's choice because the other selectmen found that they were too busy with their farms or businesses to take on the ch.o.r.e. There had been one candidate for the job of national banker or state treasurer (no agreement as yet on t.i.tle) from outside the selectmen, a farmer named Leamer, but his self-nomination got nowhere despite his claim of generations of experience in banking plus a graduate degree in such matters.

Warwick got his first shock while he was taking inventory, with Gibbons, of the contents of the safe (almost the only safe on New Beginnings and the only one of Earth manufacture). "Ernie, where's the money?"

"What money, Duke?"

" 'What money?' Why, these account books show that you've taken in thousands and thousands of dollars. Your own trading post shows a balance of nearly a million. And I know you've been collecting mortgage payments on three or four dozen farms-and haven't loaned hardly anything for a year or more. That's been one of the major complaints, Ernie, why the selectmen just had to act-all that money going into the bank and none coming out. Money scarce everywhere. So where's the money, man?" money?' Why, these account books show that you've taken in thousands and thousands of dollars. Your own trading post shows a balance of nearly a million. And I know you've been collecting mortgage payments on three or four dozen farms-and haven't loaned hardly anything for a year or more. That's been one of the major complaints, Ernie, why the selectmen just had to act-all that money going into the bank and none coming out. Money scarce everywhere. So where's the money, man?"

"I burned it," Gibbons answered cheerfully.

"What?"

"Certainly. It was piling up and getting too bulky. I didn't dare keep it outside the safe even though we don't have much theft here-if somebody stole it, it could ruin me. So far the past three years, as money came into the bank, I've been burning it. To keep it safe."

"Good G.o.d!"

"What's the trouble, Duke. It's just wastepaper."

" 'Wastepaper'? It's money money."

"What is 'money,' Duke? Got any on you? Say a ten-dollar bill?" Warwick, still looking shocked, dug out one. "Read it, Duke," Gibbons urged. "Never mind the fancy engraving and the pretty paper that can't be made here as yet-read what it says."

"It says it's ten dollars."

"So it does. But the important part is where it says that this bank will accept that note at face value in payment of debts to the bank." Gibbons took out of his sporran a thousanddollar banknote, set fire to it while Warwick watched in horrified fascination. Gibbons rubbed the char off his fingers. "Wastepaper, Duke, as long as it's in my possession. But if I let it get into circulation, it becomes my IOU that I must honor. Half a moment while I record that serial number; I keep track of what I burn so that I know how much is still in circulation. Quite a lot, but I can tell you to the dollar. Are you you going to honor going to honor my my IOU's? And what about debts owed to the bank? Who gets paid? You? Or me?" IOU's? And what about debts owed to the bank? Who gets paid? You? Or me?"

Warwick looked baffled. "Ernie, I just don't know. h.e.l.l, man, I'm a mechanic by trade. But you heard what they said at the meeting."

"Yeah, I heard. People always expect a government to work miracles-even people who are fairly bright other ways. Let's lock up this junk and go over to the Waldorf and have a beer and discuss it."

"-or should be, Duke, simply a public bookkeeping service and credit system in which the medium of exchange is stable. Anything more and you are jiggering with other people's wealth, robbing Peter to pay Paul.

"Duke, I did my best to keep the dollar stable by keeping key prices stable-seed wheat in particular, For over twenty years the Top Dollar Trading Post has paid the same price for prime seed wheat, then resold it at the same markup-even if I took a loss and sometimes I did. Seed wheat isn't too good a money standard; it's perishable. But we don't have gold or uranium as yet, and it has to be something. something.

"Now look, Duke-when you reopen as a treasury, or a government central bank, or whatever you call it, you're certain to have pressures on you to do all sorts of things. Lower the interest rates. Expand the money supply. Guarantee high prices to the farmer for what he sells, guarantee low prices for what he buys. Brother, you're going to be called worse names than they call me, no matter what what you do." you do."

"Ernie-there's only one thing for it. You know how . . so you've got got to take the job of community treasurer." to take the job of community treasurer."

Gibbons laughed heartily. "No, sirree, bub. I've had that headache for more than twenty years; now it's your turn. You grabbed the sack; now you hold it. If I let you put me back in as banker, all that will happen is that they will lynch both both of us." of us."

Changes-Helen Mayberry married the Widower Parkinson, went to live with him in a small new house on the farm now worked by two of his sons; Dora Brandon became schoolmistress of what was still called "Mrs. Mayberry's Primary School." Ernest Gibbons, no longer banker, was now silent partner in Rick's General Store, while his own warehouses bulged with cargo for the Andy J Andy J. if and when. Soon, he hoped, as the new inventory tax was eating into cash he had held out for trading, and inflation was eating into the buying power of that cash. Better hurry, Zack, before we are nibbled to death by ducks!

At last the s.h.i.+p appeared in New Beginnings' sky, and Captain Zaccur Briggs came down with the first load of the fourth wave-almost all of them quite old. Gibbons refrained from comment until the partners were alone: "Zack, where did you find those walking corpses?"

"Call it charity, Ernest. That sounds better than what did happen."

"Such as?"

"Captain Sheffield, if you want our s.h.i.+p to go back to Earth again, you are welcome to take her there yourself. Not me. Not there. If a man is seventy-five years old there now, he becomes officially dead. His heirs inherit, he can't own property, his ration books are canceled-anybody can kill him just for the h.e.l.l of it. I didn't get these pa.s.sengers on Earth; they were refugees at Luna City and I took as many as I could-no messroom pa.s.sengers; cold-sleep or nothing. I insisted on payment in hardware and pharmaceuticals, but cold-sleep let me hold down the price per head; I think we'll break even. If not, we've got investments on Secundus; I haven't lost money for us. I think."

"Zack, you worry too much. Make money, lose money-who cares? The idea is to enjoy it. Tell me where we are going next, and I can begin picking cargo-I've got twice the metric tonnage we can stow. While you get her loaded, I'll liquidate what we aren't lifting and invest the proceeds. Leave it with a Howard, that is." Gibbons looked thoughtful. "This new situation probably means no Clinic here any time soon?"

"I think that is certain, Ernest. Any Howard who needs rejuvenation soon had better take pa.s.sage with us; we are bound to hit Secundus in a leg or six, no matter where we go. Then you are definitely coming along? All over your problem? What became of that baby girl? The short-lifer."

Gibbons grinned. "I don't think I'll let you lay eyes on her, Son; I know you."

Captain Briggs' arrival caused Gibbons to miss three days running his usual daily ride with Dora Brandon. On the fourth day he showed up at the schoolhouse as school let out, Briggs having gone back up for a couple of days. "Got time for a ride today?"

She flashed him a smile. "You know I have. Half a minute while I change."

They rode out of town, Gibbons as usual riding Beulah but with Dora on Betty. Buck was saddled (for his pride), but the saddle was empty; he was now ridden only ceremonially, by mule years he was quite old.

They paused on a sunny hilltop well out of town. Gibbons said, "Why so silent, little Dora? Buck has had more to say than you have."

She turned in the saddle and faced him. "How many more rides will we have together? Is this the last?"

"Why. Dora! Of course we will have more rides together."

"I wonder. Lazarus, I-"

"What did you call me?"

"I called you by your name, Lazarus."

He stared at her thoughtfully. "Dora, you're not supposed to know that name. I'm your 'Uncle Gibbie.' "

" 'Uncle Gibbie' is gone, and so is 'Little Dora.' I'm almost as tall as you are now, and I've known for two years who you are, and I had guessed it before that-guessed that you were one of the Methuselahs, I mean. But I said nothing to anyone. And never will."

"Don't make it a promise, Dora; it isn't necessary. It's just that I never meant to burden you with it. How did I give myself away? I thought I had been most careful."

"You have been. But I have seen you nearly every day almost as far back as I can remember. Little things. Things no one would notice who didn't see you-really look look at you-every day." at you-every day."

"Well, yes. But I didn't expect to have to keep it up so long. Helen knew?"

"I think she did. We never spoke of it. But I think she guessed the same way I did . . and she may have figured out which Methuselah you are-"

"Don't call me that, dear. It's like calling a Jew a 'kike.' I'm a member of the Howard Families. A Howard."

"I'm sorry. I didn't know that the name mattered."

"Well . . it doesn't, really. It's just a word that reminds me of a time long gone. A time of persecution. Sorry, Dora; you were telling me how you learned that my name is 'Lazarus.' One of my names, that is, for I am 'Ernest Gibbons' just as truly."

"Yes . . Uncle Gibbie. It was in a book. A picture. A microbook one has to read with the viewer at the town library. I saw this picture and winked on past it-then clicked back and looked again. You weren't wearing whiskers in the picture and your hair was longer . . but the longer I stared at it, the more it looked like my foster uncle. But I couldn't be sure-and couldn't ask."

"Why not, Dora? I would have told you the truth."

"If you had wanted me to know, you would have told me. You always have reasons for everything you do, everything you say. I learned that when I was so little we used to ride the same saddle. So I didn't say anything. Until-Well, until today. Knowing that you are leaving."

"Have I said that I was leaving?"

"Please! Once, when I was very little, you told me a story about when you were a little boy hearing wild geese honking in the sky-how, when you grew up, you wanted to find out where they went. I didn't know what a wild goose was; you had to explain to me. I know you follow the wild goose. When you hear them honking, you have to go. You've been hearing them in your head for three or four years. I know . . because when you hear them, I I hear them, too. And now the s.h.i.+p is here and it's very loud in your head. So I knew." hear them, too. And now the s.h.i.+p is here and it's very loud in your head. So I knew."

"Dora, Dora!"

"Don't, please. I'm not trying to hold you back, truly I'm not. But before you go, I want something very much."

"What, Dora? Uh, didn't mean to tell you this yet, but I'm leaving some property for you with John Magee. Should be enough for-"

"No, no, please! I'm a grown woman now, and self-supporting. What I want doesn't cost anything." She looked him steadily in the eye. "I want your child, Lazarus."

Lazarus Long took a deep breath, tried to steady his heartbeat. "Dora, Dora, my dear, you are hardly more than a child yourself; it is too soon for you to be talking about having one. You don't want to marry me-"

"I did not ask you to marry me."

"I was trying to say that, in a year or two-or three, or four -you will will want to marry. Then you will be glad that you did want to marry. Then you will be glad that you did not not have my child." have my child."

"You refuse me this?"

"I'm saying that you must not let an emotional upset over parting cause you to make any such hasty decision."

She sat very straight in the saddle, squared her shoulders. "It is not a hasty decision, sir. I made up my mind long ago . . even before I guessed that you were a-Howard. Long before. I told Aunt Helen, and she said that I was a silly girl and that I must forget it. But I have never forgotten it, and if I was a silly girl then, I am much older now and know what I am doing. Lazarus, I am not asking for anything anything else. It could be syringes and such, with Doc Krausmeyer's help. Or" -again she looked him squarely in his eyes-"it could be the usual way." She dropped her eyes, then looked up again, smiled briefly and added, "But, either way, it had best be quickly. I don't know the s.h.i.+p's schedule; I else. It could be syringes and such, with Doc Krausmeyer's help. Or" -again she looked him squarely in his eyes-"it could be the usual way." She dropped her eyes, then looked up again, smiled briefly and added, "But, either way, it had best be quickly. I don't know the s.h.i.+p's schedule; I do do know mine." know mine."