Idler - Volume 1 (1892)
Idler - Volume 1 (1892)
Idler - Volume 1 (1892)
MAGAZINE .
AN ILLUSTRATED MONTHLY.
EDITED BY
VOL. I.
LONDON :
CHATTO & WINDUS , 214, PICCADILLY .
1892.
INDEX.
PAGE
AMERICAN CLAIMANT, THE. BY MARK TWAIN . I , 137 , 255, 460, 572 , 697
(Illustrations by HAL HURST. )
ART AND THE KING . By J. BERNARD PARTRIDGE .. 28
(Illustrations by the AUTHOR.)
ARTIST UP TO DATE, THE. By J. BErnard Partridge .. 510
(Illustrations by the AUTHOR.)
BRET HARTE .. .. .. 301
FIRST-THE IDEAL INTERVIEW. By LUKE SHARP.
(Illustrations by A. S. BOYD.)
SECOND-THE REAL INTERVIEW. By G. B. BURGIN.
(Illustrations by GEO. HUTCHINSON.)
CONSPIRACY OF MRS. BUNKER, THE. BY BRET HARTE 92 , 206, 314
(Illustrations by GEO. HUTCHINSON.)
COSTER SONG, A. By ALbert Chevalier .. 549
(Illustrations by J. F. SULLIVAN.)
CONNEMARA MIRACLE, A. By FRANK Mathew .. 666
(Illustrations by A. S. BOYD.)
CHOICE BLENDS . By W. A. DUNKERLEY. 41 , 42, 43, 45 , 46, 166, 167 , 168,
169, 433 , 435 , 537 , 538 , 539 , 540
DEAD LEAVES WHISPER. By the late PHILIP BOURKE MARSTON .. 20
(Illustrations by CYNICUS.)
DEAD MEMORIES. By I. ZANGWILL 147 ..
DE PROFUNDIS. By A. Conan Doyle .. 148
(Illustrations by DUDLEY HARDY.)
DETECTIVE STORIES GONE WRONG-THE ADVENTURES OF
SHERLAW KOMBS. By LUKE SHARP .. 413
(Illustrations by GEO. HUTCHINSON.)
DR. SMYLE. By J. F. SULLIVAN 512
(Illustrations by the AUTHOR.)
DIFFICULTIES OF LEADERSHIP. By J. F. SULLIVAN 536
(Illustration by the AUTHOR.)
ENCHANTED CIGARETTES. BY ANDREW Lang .. 21
(Illustrations by LASCELLES.)
ENGLISH SHAKESPEARE, THE . By I. ZANGWILL .. •• 61
(Illustrations by A. J. FINBERG.)
vi. INDEX .
PAGE
FEBRUARY. By J. H. GORING .. 19
:
(Illustrations by Miss E. S. HARDY. )
FATAL SMILE, THE. BY CYNICUS ·· 74
(Illustrations by the AUTHOR.)
FAMOUS IDLING PLACES -HYÈRES . By Robert Barr 329
(Illustrations by PERCY SMALL .)
FRIAR LAWRENCE . By EDEN PHILLPOTTS 565
(Illustrations by ERNEST M. JEssop .)
GLAMOUR OF THE ARCTIC, THE. By A. CONAN DOYLE 624
(Illustrations by A. WEBB.)
HER FIRST SMILE. By JAMES PAYN 32
(Illustrations by DUDLEY HARDY.)
HOPE. By CYNICUS 136
IDLERS ' CLUB , THE. By W. L. ALDEN, ROBERT BARR, G. B. BURGIN,
CAPTAIN DAVID GRAY, JOSEPHI HATTON , JEROME K. JEROME , H. A.
KENNEDY, COULSON KERNAHAN, CLEMENT R. MARKHAM, ADMIRAL
MARKHAM , BARRY PAIN, EDEN PHILLPOTTS , G. R. SIMS , J. F. SULLIVAN,
I. ZANGWILL 106, 222, 348, 474, 592, 712
KINDNESS OF THE CELESTIAL , THE. BY BARRY PAIN 552
(Illustrations by SYDNEY COWELL.)
MR. PRESTERTON . By J. F. SULLIVAN .. 170
(Illustrations by the AUTHOR.)
MARK TWAIN, A CONGLOMERATE INTERVIEW WITH. By
LUKE SHARP 79
(Illustrations from Photographs, &c.)
MARCH . By J. H. GORING 221
(Illustrations by MISS HAMMOND .)
MAGIC WAND, THE. By CYNICUS .. . 445
MY FIRST BOOK-
I. READY MONEY MORTIBOY. By WALTER BESANT 524
(Illustrations by GEO. HUTCHINSON.)
II. THE FAMILY SCAPEGRACE. By JAMES PAYN 648
(Illustrations by GEO. HUTCHINSON.)
MEMORY CLEARING HOUSE, THE. By I. ZANGWILL.. 672
(Illustrations by A. J. FINBERG.)
MUSIC WITH A " K." By JOSEPH HATTON 239
(Illustrations by DUDLEY HARDY.)
NEW SHOP, THE. By J. F. SULLIVAN 57
(Illustrations by the AUTHOR.)
NOVEL NOTES . BY JEROME K. JEROME 363, 488, 607
(Illustrations by J. GÜLICH, GEO. HUTCHINSON, MISS HAMMOND,
AND A. S. BOYD .)
NONSENSE VERSES. By M. K. H. .. 535
(Illustrations by E. GRISET.)
INDEX. vii.
PAGE
ODE TO SPRING. By B. ROEL .. 312
:
:
(Illustrations By ERNEST M. Jessop.)
OVERWORKED . By CYNICUS 509
OLD LETTER, AN. By ZEIMBURG .. 686
(Illustrations by A. S. BOYD.)
PEOPLE I HAVE NEVER MET (J. M. BARRIE) . By SCOTT RANKIN 711
QUEST, THE (From LESSING) . By W. COURTHOPE FORMAN 487
(Illustrations by Gertrude DEMAIN HAMMOND . )
ROMANCE OF SERGEANT CLANCY, THE. By E. W. HORNUNG 334
(Illustrations by H. C. SEPPINGS Wright.)
RUTHERFORD THE TWICEBORN . By EDWIN LESTER ARNOLD 387
(Illustrations by L. M. KILPIN.)
SILHOUETTES. BY JEROME K. JEROME 47
(Illustrations by LASCELLES.)
SECRET OF THE HIDDEN ROOM, THE. By SPENCER JEROME ·· 292
(Illustrations by MISS G. DEMAIN HAMMOND. )
SPECTRE'S DILEMMA, THE. By EDEN PHILLPOTTS 194
(Illustrations by IRVING MONTAGU .)
STUMP ORATOR, THE. By L. D. Powles 398
(Illustrations by J. F. SULLIVAN.)
SUICIDE, A. By MABEL E. WOTTON .. 436
(Illustrations by the MISSES HAMMOND .)
TERRIBLE EXPERIENCE OF PLODKINS, THE . By ROBERT BARR 159
(Illustrations by GEO. HUTCHINSON .)
TWO OF A TRADE. By F. W. ROBINSON 181
(Illustrations by the MISSES HAMMOND .)
THREE TO ONE. By " Do BAHIN. " 275
(Illustrations by the MISSES HAMMOND .)
TIME AND THE WORLD. By CYNICUS .. 291
TOLD BY THE COLONEL. By W. L. ALDEN.
I. AN ORNITHOLOGICAL ROMANCE 425
(Illustrations by RICHARD JACK.)
II. -JEWSEPPY .. 54I
(Illustrations by HAL HURST.)
III. THAT LITTLE FRENCHMAN... 658
(Illustrations by RICHARD JACK.)
TWO IN A GONDOLA. By ARCHIE FAIRBAIRN 639
(Illustrations by G. H. SYDNEY COWELL AND CYRIL HALLWARD.)
UNCLE LOCK'S LEGACY. By JAMES PAYN 405
(Illustrations by SYDNEY COWell.)
"VARIETY PATTER." BY JEROME K. JEROME 121
(Illustrations by DUDLEY HARDY.)
WHAT FOLLOWED A KNOCK. By HUGH COLEMAN DAVIDSON .. 447
(Illustrations by A. S. BOYD.)
THE IDLER.
FEBRUARY, 1892 .
EXPLANATORY.
HARTFORD, 1891 .
THE ATHER
IN THIS BOOK
O weather will be found in this book.
12 This is an attempt to pull a book
through without weather. It being the
first attempt of the kind in fictitious
literature, it may prove a failure, but it
seemed worth the while of some dare-
devil person to try it, and the author was in just
the mood. Many a reader who wanted to read a
tale through was not able to do it be-
cause of the delays on account of the
weather. Nothing breaks up an author's
progress like having to stop every
few pages to fuss up the weather.
Thus, it is plain that persistent in-
trusions of weather are bad for both
reader and author. Of course ,
weather is necessary to a narra-
tive of human experience . That
is conceded . But it ought to
be put where it will not be
in the way; where it will not
interrupt the flow of the narrative. And it
ought to be the ablest weather that can be
had, not ignorant, poor- quality , amateur
weather. Weather is a literary speciality,
and no untrained hand can turn out a good
article of it . The present author can do
onlya fewtrifling ordinary kinds of weather,
and he can not do those very good. So it
has seemed.L wisest to borrow such weather as is necessary for the
book from qualified and recognised experts -giving credit, of
course. This weather will be found over in the back part of the
book, out of the way. (See Appendix.) The reader is requested
to turn over and help himself from time to time as he goes along.
APPENDIX.
Now the rain falls, now the wind is let loose with a terrible
shriek, now the lightning is so constant that the eyes burn , and
the thunder-claps merge into an awful roar, as did the 800 cannon
at Gettysburg. Crash ! Crash ! Crash ! It is the cotton -wood
trees falling to earth. Shriek ! Shriek ! Shriek ! It is the demon
racing along the plain and uprooting even the blades of grass.
Shock ! Shock ! Shock ! It is the fury flinging his fiery bolts into
the bosom of the earth .
" The Demon and the Fury."-M. Quad.
Away up the gorge all diurnal fancies trooped into the wide
liberties of endless luminous vistas of azure sunlit mountains
beneath the shining azure heavens. The sky, looking down in
deep blue placidities , only here and there smote the water to
azure emulations of its tint.
" In the Stranger's Country. "-Charles Egbert Craddock.
occasion to-I was made familiar with them in the time of this
claimant's father and of my own father, forty years ago. This
fellow's predecessors have kept mine more or less familiar with
them for close upon a hundred and fifty years . The truth is ,
the rightful heir did go to America with the Fairfax heir, or
about the same time- but disappeared somewhere in the wilds
of Virginia, got married, and began to breed savages for the
claimant market ; wrote no letters home ; was supposed to be
dead ; his younger brother softly took possession ; presently the
American did die, and straightway his eldest product put in his
claim-by letter-letter still in existence-and died before the
uncle in possession found time-or, maybe, inclination - to answer.
The infant son of that eldest product grew up-long interval, you
see—and he took to writing letters and furnishing evidences.
Well, successor after successor has done the same down to the
present idiot. It was a succession of paupers ; not one of them
was ever able to pay his passage to England , or institute suit.
The Fairfaxes kept their lordship alive, and so they have never
lost it to this day, although they live in Maryland ; their friend
lost his by his own neglect . You perceive now that the facts in
this case bring us to precisely this result ; morally the American
tramp is rightful earl of Rossmore ; legally he has no more right
""
than his dog. There now-are you satisfied ? '
There was a pause ; then the son glanced at the crest carved in
the great oaken mantel, and said, with a regretful note in his voice-
" Since the introduction of heraldic symbols, the motto of this
house has been Suum cuique-to every man his own . By your
own intrepidly frank confession , my lord, it is become a sarcasm .
If Simon Lathers 99
A BLACK-BORDERED ENVELOP .
the old patrician brushed imaginary
labor - dust from his white hands . " You have come to hold just
those opinions yourself, I suppose, " he added, with a sneer.
A faint flush in the younger man's cheek told that the shot
had hit and hurt, but he answered with dignity—
" I have. I say it without shame-I feel none . And now my
THE AMERICAN CLAIMANT. 9
The old gentleman stood musing some time, after his son was
gone.
This was his thought-
" He is a good boy, and lovable. Let him take his own course
-as it would profit nothing to oppose him—make things worse,
in fact. My arguments and his aunt's persuasions have failed ;
let us see what America can do for us. Let us see what equality
and hard times can effect for the mental health of a brain - sick
British lord . Going to renounce his lordship and be a man !
Yes ! "
CHAPTER II .
by a daring hand, they were all doing duty here as " Earls of
Rossmore." The newest one had left the works as Andrew
FUTURE A
SIBERI
road map of Warwickshire. This had been newly labeled " The
Rossmore Estates." On the opposite wall was another map, and
this was the most imposing decoration of the establishment, and
the first to catch a stranger's attention , because of its great size.
It had once borne simply the title SIBERIA ; but now the word
" FUTURE " had been written in front of that word . There
were other additions, in red ink-many cities, with great
populations set down , scattered over the vast country at points
where neither cities nor populations exist to-day. One of these
cities , with population placed at 1,500,000, bore the name
" Libertyorloffskoizalinski , " and there was a still more populous
one, centrally located and marked " Capitol ," which bore the
name " Freedomslovnaivenovich ."
The mansion-the Colonel's usual name for the house-was a
rickety old two-story frame of considerable size, which had been
painted, some time or other, but had nearly forgotten it. It was
away out in the ragged edge of Washington , and had once been
somebody's country place. It had a neglected yard around it,
with a paling fence that needed straightening up, in places, and a
gate that would stay shut. By the door- post were several modest
tin signs. " Col. Mulberry Sellers, Attorney-at-Law and Claim
Agent," was the principal one. One learned from the others that
the Colonel was a Materializer , a Hypnotizer, a Mind - cure dabbler,
and so on. For he was a man who could always find things to do .
A white-headed negro man, with spectacles and
damaged white cotton gloves, appeared in the presence,
made a stately obeisance, and announced-
" Marse Washington Hawkins ,
suh."
" Great Scott ! Show
him in, Dan'l,
show him in."
The Colonel and his wife were on their feet in a moment, and
the next moment were joyfully wringing the hands of a stoutish,
discouraged-looking man, whose general aspect suggested that he
was fifty years old, but whose hair swore to a hundred .
14 THE IDLER .
66
Well, well, well, Washington , my boy, it is good to look at
you again. Sit down, sit down, and make yourself at home.
There now-why you look perfectly natural ; ageing a little, just a
little, but you'd have known him anywhere, wouldn't you, Polly ?"
"Oh, yes, Berry,
he's just like his
pa would have
looked if he'd
lived . Dear, dear,
where have you
dropped from ?
Let me see, how
long is it since-"
" I should say
it's all of fifteen
years , Mrs. Sel-
lers."
"Well, well ,
howtime does get
away with us .
Yes , and oh, the
changes that--"
There was a
sudden catch of
her voice and a
trembling of the
lip, the men wait-
ing reverently for
her to get com-
mand of herself
and go on ; but ,
after a little strug-
gle, she turned
away with her
apron to her eyes, and softly dis-
appeared.
66 Seeing you made her think of
the children, poor thing-dear, dear,
they're all dead but the youngest.
But banish care, it's no time for
it now-on with the dance, let joy
be unconfined, is my motto-whether there's any dance to dance or
THE AMERICAN CLAIMANT. 15
" Now look here , old friend , I know the human race ; and I know
that when a man comes to Washington , I don't care if it's from
heaven, let alone Cherokee Strip, it's because he wants something.
And I know that as a rule he's not going to get it ; that he'll stay
and try for another thing and won't get that ; the same luck with
the next and the next and the next ; and keeps on till he strikes
bottom , and is too poor and ashamed to go back, even to Cherokee
Strip ; and at last his heart breaks and they take up a collection
and bury him. There-don't interrupt me, I know what I'm
talking about. Happy and prosperous in the Far West, wasn't
I? You know that. Principal citizen of Hawkeye , looked up to
by everybody, kind of an autocrat , actually a kind of an autocrat,
Washington. Well , nothing would do but I must go as Minister
to St. James's, the Governor and everybody insisting , you know,
16 THE IDLER .
old sterling self, the same old, ever-faithful friend," and the grate-
ful tears welled up in Washington's eyes.
" It's just as good as done, my boy, just as good as done.
Shake hands. We'll hitch teams together, you and I, and we'll
make things hum !"
(TO BE CONTINUED).
FEBRUARY
THE IDEAL .
Lovers' pairing time is this,
And the air is sweet with
love.
What though summer skies we
"n miss ?
Lovers' pairing time is this.
Love makes summer with a
kiss ,
BY ANDREW LANG .
consequently,
was a good deal
like real life, as
real life appears
to many culti-
vated authors.
On the other
hand, all the
characters were
flippant. This would never have done, and I do not regret novel
No. 1 , which had not even a name.
The second story had a plot , quantities of plot, nothing but
plot. It was to have been written in collaboration with a very
great novelist, who , as far as we went, confined himself to
making objections . This novel was stopped (not that my friend
would ever have gone on) by Called Back, which anticipated part
of the idea. The story was entitled Where is Rose ? and the
motto was
Rosa quo locorum
Sera moratur.
The characters were-(1 . ) Rose, a young lady of quality. (2.)
The Russian Princess, her friend (need I add that, to meet a public
demand, her name was Vera ?) (3.) Young man engaged to Rose.
(4. ) Charles, his friend . (5.) An enterprising person named " The
Whiteley of Crime." The rest were detectives, old ladies, mob, and
a wealthy young Colonial larrikin . Neither my friend nor I was
fond of describing love scenes, so we made the heroine disappear
in the second chapter, and she never turned up again till chapter
ENCHANTED CIGARETTES . 23
lady was a Catholic. Now the friend fell in love with the lady at
first sight, on being introduced to her by the lover. As the two
men walked home, the friend threatened to reveal the lover's secret,
his tonsure, which would be fatal to his hopes . They quarrelled ,
parted, and the ex-priest lassoed his friend . The motive, I think,
is an original one, and not likely to occur to the first comer. The
inventor is open to offers.
The next novel , based on a dream , was called In Search of
Qrart.
What is Qrart ? I decline to divulge
this secret beyond saying that Qrart was
a product of the civilisation which now
sleeps under the snows of the pole. It
was an article of the utmost value to
humanity. Farther I do not intend to
commit myself. The Bride of a God was
one ofthe characters .
The next novel is , at present, my
favourite cigarette. The scene is partly
in Greece, partly at the Parthian Court,
about 80-60 B.C. Crassus is the villain .
The heroine was an actress in one of the
wandering Greek companies , splendid
strollers, who played at the Indian and
Asiatic Courts . The story ends with the
representation of the Baccha, in Parthia.
The head of Pentheus is carried by one of
the Bacchæ in that drama. Behold , it is
not a mask, but the head of Crassus , and
thus conveys the first news of the Roman
THE BRIDE OF A GOD.
defeat. Obviously, this is a novel that
needs a great deal of preliminary study, as much, indeed , as
Salammbo.
Another story will deal with the Icelandic discoverers of
America . Mr. Kipling, however, has taken the wind out of its
sails with his sketch , " The Finest Story in the World ." There
are all the marvels and portents of the Eyrbyggja Saga to draw
upon, there are Skraelings to fight, and why should not Karlsefni's
son kill the last Mastodon, and, as Quetzalcoatl, be the white-
bearded god of the Aztecs ? After that a romance on the intrigues
to make Charles Edward King of Poland sounds commonplace.
But much might be made of that, too, if the right man took it in
ENCHANTED CIGARETTES . 25
hand. Believe me, there are plenty of stories left, waiting for the
man who can tell them . Thus, what became of the 20,000 golden
certaine
N'ovv there rvl'd in a
Lande a mightie King (or Tyrant) ,
who was call'd Mammon ; & he had
Swaye ouer a vaft King-dom both far
& wide ; and hys Power was as the Power of the Gods, or(to ſpeak it more
jvftly),of the Diuels . And in the Capital of hys King-dom hee fet vp
great Idol , the wh hee nam'd Demos , (which is to ſay, the Publick) , &
the Image of it was fear- full to look vpon,
fafhion'd in hard Stone , but the Head was
The Dool.
of Wood . This the King put vp in the
Temple of the Gods ; euen in the Holie
Shrine Then ftraight-waie he made
Proclamation thorough hys whole Country,
with great Shew & Circumftance , that
all hys Svbiects ſhoulde worship the Im
age he had fet up, if they wolde fcape hys
Choler. So from euerie part of the Lande,
both neer & a far , a great Trovpe of People
affembled , as the King had inioyn'd ; there was
euerie fort , Bishop. & Marchant, & Tudg,
DEMOS P
& Souldier, & Clerk , & States-Man, &
Scho-
ART AND THE KING . 29
Scholer, & euerie Kind of Ingeniovs Men ; & each , whether be-cavſe he feard
the King hys Maieftie , or that the awe- full Vilage of the Idol made hym to quake,
bended hys Knee before it, & worshipt ; the most part willinglye, of theirowne
chufing , but fome few with an ill Relifh ; & onely for their fafetie fake wereper
fwaded. And the Painters of Pictures The Painter's
deteſtable word , tranſlated ovt of France.) They were of many &diuers forts fomthing
The Gym:
nastick
The Black-
moor
Minstrel The
Seno
Comick
The
The Comick
Dancer of Singer.
Balets
the Artiftes from the Halls
lefs graue then the Actovrs , &array'd in more fantaftickal ftile ; fome there were that
fang ftrange Ketches or Songes (the moſt part- exprefft in iefte , bvt fome emptie ofavght
faue Dvinelle), & others thatdanc'd Balets , or enacted Scenes of Burlesk ; with Tom-
blers, & Clownes , & Buffoons, & lo . And to thefe more then the others the Image
nodded its Head for token offauovr. With them were alfothe Intendants of thofe
Halls I fpoke of, euerie one loaden on hys. Backe with a Comtye Covncillovr of yet
morefowr complexion then they who haraffe the Play- Hovfe Directors : fo that the
Intendants intreated them faying Leaue to goad vs a whyle,Mafters , that wee
may the eaſilyer do reuerence to the God that ovr King has fet vp , for loe wee are
tyrd & ake ; & ovr Backes are fore . But the Covn-
cillours anfwer'd Nay wee will keep yov fait bound, The Stranger
left youfa i e
ll nto rrovr & vnleeml wch fhal chock Weepeth.
inelle
ovr God Demas ; bvt for yovr. Backe ,w e wil exami
s ne
them ,to fee if in-deed they be fore .
¶ Now it befel that among the Concovrse there
ftode one a -part, weeping , whiles the worthip of
the Image went forward , whofe Beavtie was aboue
all the Beavties of that lande , though her face was
vail'd from fight . And when it was her turn to
pafs before the Idol to make obeillance , thee
tay'd erect, as one in anger , & look'd vpon the
Monster, which did not nod it's Head , but thook
it fide waies , like one that does not vnderſtand ..
Nei-
ART AND THE KING. 31
Neither woulde thee bend the knee nor worſhip , bvt ftrode neer to it, & ſtrook it
vpon the Head , fo that it fellfrom it's throne; & fet
her heel vpon it's throat Then went up a mightye buzz
ofangerfrom them that ſtode around , & each man afk'd
hys neighbour ,Who is this that flovts the God that
has bin giuen vs to adore ? Lets bind her & bring
her before the King. But the Woman ftept ovt be
fore them, & fayd I wil go before your King; who
is he ?Andthey told her, Mammon ; bvt her voice
was ftrange to them , nor wolde thee difcouer her
face And when fhee ftode before the King, &
the Chiefs had told hym the euyl thing thee had
done ,how the wovlde no-wyfe bend before the I-
dol, but had contemned &fmitten it, fo thatithad
falh & was a Wrack , he was verie wroth , & de-
manded her name , that hee might punish her And
ſhe anſwer'd hym , I am a ftranger, &a Trauailer
in this Lande ; but I too am a Rvler , & myKing-
dom isgreater then your's . Some call me Beav- TheStranger & the fal'n Idol .
ye, & fome Truth, & fomeArt I fawyour Idol,
nor dant mee ;
that it was falſe & vain , & Iouer-threw it. Bvt pvnish mee yov can-not,
neither wil I reueal my face toyou. And the King was more then euer cholerick, &
fay'd Ido not know you, bvtyoufhal fmart wel for this defiance & fcoffing, thoughyour
be a Queen And he commanded hys feruants to teare theVail from herface . And
manie tryed todo foe , & bind her captiue, & make her bow before the King, yet covlde
not. And the past through the midft of them like aFlame , & fpredde winges for
her owne Movntaines . And the People didnot understand; bvt fel abovta-mak
Reftavration of Demos the Idol . And fo fare wel.
ing
BY JAMES PAYN.
DidleyHardy
IN MOMENTS OF GENIAL CONFIDENCE
-of Fortune. Yes , there is no question about it "-and here the
more spiritual expression would vanish from his noble features,
and he would wink his eye-" I've been deuced lucky. How it
began was curious. It wasn't so just at first, you know you
didn't know ; oh yes, you did " ; and then Lorry would laugh in a
rich and mellow manner, tickled with the notion of anyone on the
earth's surface attempting to deceive him at that time of day.
C.
34 THE IDLER.
"Well, I'll tell you, though you don't deserve it (trying to hum-
bug me ! What an idea !) , how my first stroke of luck befell me.
" It was all through Symonds, the City man . He is still a
power in it ; his name is good, doubtless, for six figures ; but
commercial prosperity " —and here Lorry rolled his cigar in his
mouth, like a " sweet morsel under the tongue "-" is a matter
of comparison. Still " (here there seemed to be an ellipsis of some
kind) " I can remember the day when Symonds appeared to me
the very type of financial success . Humanly speaking and I
purposely adopt that method to render myself intelligible to you-
Symonds has been my good angel. Difficult as it may be to
picture him in that capacity, it is still more so, perhaps, to do so
as taking the person who now stands before you," and here Lorry
looked several sizes larger than before, " by the hand . But he did
So. I acknowledge it ; and if Symonds ever comes to grief he will
never find me an opposing creditor to his passing through the
bankruptcy court."
The magnanimity of this sentiment was as nothing compared
with the magnificent- nay, the imperial-air with which it was
expressed .
"Well, at the time I am speaking of (such are the changes and
chances of human life) , Symonds's house was good for five large
figures, and mine, perhaps, for one ; but it would have to
be a modest digit-say, a fiver. I lived in very unambitious
lodgings at Ealing, where I knew nobody. Symonds lived there
in splendid style, and was cock of the walk. Still, as my intelli-
gence was very far in advance of my means , I had a first- class
season-ticket, and went to town and back every day in his com-
pany. Everything comes to him who
waits, and one morning I found myself in
possession of the last copy of the Times
and Symonds without one. I need not
say what happened , nor repeat the honeyed
phrase in which I expressed
my conviction that the City
article was of much more
consequence to him than to
me. The old fellow-for he
autyHardy was not young, even then - asked me to
dinner. I made no pretence, as a fool would have done, of taking
out my pocket-book to see if I had a previous engagement ; and
flatter myself that my manner implied that if I had had one I
HER FIRST SMILE. 35
would have dined with him all the same. Unfortunately, the
invitation was for the Derby day, a race about which Symonds
knew nothing, though he had a son who was better informed ;
still there was plenty of time to get to Epsom, and back for a
seven o'clock dinner at Ealing. I scarcely know which entertain-
ment I would have been most unwilling , at that date, to miss .
"I went to the Derby, and met young Symonds , and we lunched
together, not wisely but too well. Before he got very bad he said,
' You are dining with the governor to- night, be sure you don't let
out that you met me here. I am hard at work as usual at my
office.' He did not ask me to tell a lie , of course ; but merely to
make a 6 mental reservation ' such as has found approval with
the greatest theologians.
" I am hard at work at my office, myself, ' I said , a repartee
which he failed to understand , not because he was drunk, but be-
cause he was a donkey . He had not the sagacity (though a good
deal more vivacity) of his respected father. I lunched after that
with some other people, and though far from intoxicated (a condi-
tion most deleterious to any person who dreams of distinction ) I
felt myself very unfitted to meet with a possible patron upon equal
or indeed on any terms . I had (just) the sense to dodge my future
host at the Paddington Station and to get out after him at Ealing .
" As I watched him depart in his carriage for his palatial resi-
dence at 5.25 the question occurred to me, 'How is it possible
with my head going round like this that I shall be fit to dine with
so highly respectable an individual at 7 p.m. ?' As there was some
objection, arising from the same cause, to my being seen by the
eagle eye of my landlady, I thought I would see if a little walk,
and perhaps forty winks of sleep in some secluded spot, might
6
recuperate me. At that time Ealing was a truly rural ' spot
(though I could not have described it in those words just at that
moment) , and you stepped from the station into country lanes and
meadows. Presently I came to a field with large and luxurious
hedgerows ; I climbed over the gate, and throwing myself on the
soft grass in the shade-for the afternoon , though it was so early
in the summer, was hot, and I was hotter-was fast asleep in a
moment. My slumber was heavy, but perturbed with visions . I
thought that I had not only been to the Derby but ridden in the
race : I thought that the excellent Symonds , about to take me into
partnership, was introducing me to his commercial friends when
he suddenly exclaimed, ' Why do you dress in red and yellow, like
a vulgar woman ? ' I could not well explain that they were my
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GOSCHEN- MORLEY.
" Old Nick's playing at marbles to -night," they would say to one
another, pausing to listen. And then the women would close tight
their doors, and try not to hear the sound.
Far out to sea, by where the muddy mouth of the river yawned
wide, there rose ever a thin white line of surf, and underneath
those crested waves there dwelt a very fearsome thing, called the
Bar. I grew to hate and be afraid of this mysterious Bar, for I
heard it spoken of always with bated breath, and I knew that it
was very cruel to fisher folk, and hurt them so sometimes that
they would cry whole days and nights together with the pain, or
would sit with white scared faces, rocking themselves to and fro.
Once when I was playing among the sandhills , there came by
a tall, grey woman, bending beneath a load of driftwood. She
paused when nearly opposite to me, and, facing seaward, fixed her
eyes upon the breaking surf above the Bar. " Ah, how I hate the
sight ofyourwhite teeth," she muttered ; then turned and passed on .
Another morning, walking through the village, I heard a low
wailing come from one of the cottages, while a little further on a
group of women were gathered in the roadway, talking. " Ay," said
one of them , " I thought the Bar was looking hungry last night."
So, putting one and the other together, I concluded that the
" Bar " must be an ogre, such as a body reads of in books, who lived
in a coral castle deep below the river's mouth, and fed upon the
fishermen as he caught them going down tothe sea or coming home.
From my bed-
room window, on
moonlight nights , I
could watch the
silvery foam, mark-
ing the spot beneath
where he lay hid ;
and I would stand
on tip-toe, peering
out, until at length
I would come to
fancy I could see his hideous form floating below the waters.
Then, as the little white- sailed boats stole by him, tremblingly,
I used to tremble too, lest he should suddenly open his grim
jaws and gulp them down ; and when they had all safely reached
the dark, soft sea beyond, I would steal back to the bedside , and
pray to God to make the Bar good, so that he would give up killing
and eating the poor fi: he men .
50 THE IDLER.
When the sun shines on this black land, it glitters black and
hard ; and when the rain falls a black mist rises towards heaven ,
like the hopeless prayer of a hopeless soul.
By night it is less dreary, for then the sky gleams with a lurid
light, and out of the darkness the red flames leap, and high up in
the air they gambol and writhe-the demon spawn of that evil
land , they seem .
Visitors who came to our house would tell strange tales of
this black land, and some of the stories I am inclined to think
were true. One man said he saw a young bull -dog fly at a boy
and pin him by the throat. The lad jumped about with much
sprightliness , and tried to knock the dog away. Whereupon the
boy's father rushed out of the house, hard by, and caught his son
and heir roughly by the shoulder. "Keep still, thee young
can't ' ee," shouted the man angrily ; " let 'un taste blood."
Another time, I heard a lady tell how she had visited a
cottage during a strike, to find the baby, together with the other
children, almost dying for want of food . " Dear, dear me," she
cried, taking the wee wizened mite from the mother's arms, " but
I sent you down a quart of milk, yesterday. Hasn't the child had
it ? "
" Theer weer a little coom, thank ' ee kindly, ma'am," the
father took upon himself to answer ; " but thee see it weer only
just enow for the poops."
52 THE IDLER.
435
when it reached the middle of the hall, and mopped its eyes with
a dirty rag that it carried in its hand ; after which it held the rag
over the umbrella stand and wrung it out, as washerwomen wring
out clothes, and the dark drippings fell into the tray with a dull,
heavy splut.
SILHOUETTES. 53
trophy of old armour, and planting his back against the 'door
through which they would have to pass, he shouted, " Then be
damned to you all , he's in this room . Come and fetch him out."
(I recollect that speech well . I puzzled over it, even at that
time, excited though I was. I had always been told that only
low, wicked people ever used the word " damn," and I tried to
reconcile things , and failed.)
The men drew back and muttered among themselves . It was
an ugly-looking weapon, studded with iron spikes. My father
held it secured to his hand by a chain, and there was an ugly look
about him also, now, that gave his face a strange likeness to the
dark faces round him.
But my mother grew very white and cold, and underneath her
breath she kept crying, " Oh, will they never come will they never
come ?" and a cricket somewhere about the house began to chirp.
SILHOUETTES. 55
386
EDIAK
JAS . F. SULLIVAN.
RAIN-MACHINER TELEPHONES
RAIN MADEWHILE PHOTOPHONES
YOUWAIT, PHONOGRAPHS
PSYCHESCOPES.
FLYING MACHINES
THE
SHOP
The English Shakespeare.
By I. ZANGWILL.
VERYTHING comes to
him who will not wait,
and by working shame-
lessly shoulder to shoulder, and
by undertaking to write even
on subjects with which they
were acquainted , the members
of the Mutual Depreciation
Society had captured the town
with all its magazines . They
believed in human nature , did
Tom Brown, Dick Jones,
Harry Robinson, Taffy Owen ,
ery Andrew Mackay, and Patrick
Find
Boyle, and their success justi-
THE DRAMATIC CRITIC. fied their faith . For if it had
not been for the rule binding
each member to sneer in private at the work he extolled in
public, their campaign would have been a failure .
Men cannot work together for a common object without dis-
covering they do not deserve to get it, and it is the tension of
mutual admiration that kills the cliques and sows discord where
all should be amiable contempt. Having slanged one another
savagely at the monthly symposia , the Mutual Depreciators were
able to write one another up with a clear conscience. And the
more they succeeded, the more they depreciated one another. For
you can get tired even of hearing your own dispraises, and the
jaded appetite must needs be pampered if it is to experience any-
thing of that relish which a natural healthy hunger for adverse
criticism can command so easily. This was the sort of thing that
went on at the dinners.
" I say, Tom," said Andrew Mackay, " what in Heaven's
name made you publish your waste-paper basket under the name
6
of Stray Thoughts ' ? For utter and incomprehensible idiocy
they are only surpassed by Dick's last volume of poems . I
62 THE IDLER.
they might have more sense of style, or they were said not to
possess Fladpick's sense of style though they might have more
imagination. Certain epithets and tricks of manner were des-
cribed as quite Fladpickian , while others were mentioned as ex-
travagant and as disdained by writers like, say, Fladpick. Young
authors were paternally invited to mould themselves on Fladpick,
while others were contemptuously dismissed as mere imitators of
Fladpick. By this time Fladpick's poetic dramas began to be asked
for at the libraries, and the libraries said that they were all out .
This increased the demand so much that the libraries told their
subscribers they must wait till the new edition, which was being
hurried through the press, was published . When things had reached
this stage, queries about Fladpick appeared in the literary and
professionally inquisitive papers, and answers were given, with
reference to the editions of Fladpick's book. It began to leak out
that he was a young Englishman who hadlived all his life in
Tartary, and that his book had been published by a local firm and
795 enjoyed no inconsiderable re-
putation among the English
Tartars there, but that the
copies which had found their
way to England were extremely
scarce and had come into the
hands ofonly a few cognoscenti ,
who being such were enabled I
to create for him the reputa-
tion he so thoroughly deserved .
The next step was to contradict
this, and the press teemed with
biographies and counter-bio-
graphies . Dazzle also wired
numerous interviews, but an
authoritative statement was
inserted in the Acadæum ,
signed by Andrew Mackay,
stating that they were un-
pole to pole and caring little for residence in the country of which
he yet bade fair to be the laureate. These anecdotes girdled the
globe even more quickly than their hero, and they returned from
foreign parts bronzed and almost unrecognizable, to set out
immediately on fresh journeys in their new guise.
A parody of one of his plays was inserted in a comic paper,
and it was bruited abroad that Andrew Mackay was collaborating
with him in preparing one of his dramas for representation at the
Independent Theatre. This set the older critics by the ears , and
they protested vehemently in their theatrical columns against the
infamous ethics propagated by the new writer, quoting largely
from the specimens of his work given in Mackay's article in the
Fortnightly Review . Patrick, who wrote the dramatic criticism
for seven papers , led the attack upon the audacious iconoclast.
Journalesia was convulsed by the quarrel , and even young ladies
asked their partners in the giddy waltz whether they were Flad-
pickites or Anti - Fladpickites . You could never be certain of
escaping Fladpick at dinner, for the lady you took down was apt
to take you down by her contempt of your ignorance of Fladpick's
awfully sweet writings. Any amount of people promised one
another introductions to Fladpick, and those who had met him
enjoyed quite a reflected reputation in Belgravian circles. As to the
Fladpickian parties, which brother geniuses like Dick Jones and
Harry Robinson gave to the great writer, it was next to impossible
to secure an invitation to them, and comparatively few boasted
of the privilege. Fladpick reaped a good deal of kudos from
refusing to be lionised and preferring the society of men of letters
like himself, during his rare halting moments in England.
Long before this stage Mackay had seen his way to introducing
the catch-word of the conspiracy, " The English Shakespeare. ”
He defended vehemently the ethics of the great writer, claiming
they were at core essentially at one with those of the great nation
from whence he sprang and whose very life- blood had passed into his
work. This brought about a reaction , and all over the country
the scribblers hastened to do justice to the maligned writer, and
an elaborate analysis of his most subtle characters was announced
as having been undertaken by Mr. Patrick Boyle. And when it was
stated that he was to be included in the Contemporary Men of
Letters Series , the advance orders for the work were far in advance
of the demand for Fladpick's actual writings. " Shakespearean,'
" The English Shakespeare," was now constantly used in
connection with his work, and even the most hard-worked
THE ENGLISH SHAKESPEARE. 69
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" Frank ! " She drew herself up, stony and rigid, the warm
tears on her poor white face frozen to ice. " Have you nothing
better than this to say to me, after I have shown you my inmost
soul ? "
The wretched young lawyer's face turned to the fifth edition
and back again into the second . He could have faced a football
team in open combat, but these complex psychical positions were
beyond the healthy young Philistine.
" For-or-give me," he stammered . " I—I am— I—that is to
99
say, Fladpick- oh how can I explain what I mean ?
Cecilia sobbed on . Every sob seemed
to stick in Frank's own throat. His im-
potence maddened him. Was he to let the
woman he loved fret herself to death for a
shadow ? And yet to undeceive her were
scarcely less fatal. He could have cut out
the tongue that first invented Fladpick.
Verily, his sin was finding him out .
66 Why can you not explain what you
mean ? " wept Cecilia.
" Because I- oh hang it all-
because I am the cause of your
grief." vol
" You ?' she said. Atv adi
strange wonderful look came
into her eyes. The thought
shot from her eyes to his and
dazzled them .
Yes ! why not ? why
should he not sacrifice him-
self to save this delicate
creature from a premature howgo
tomb ? Why should he not CECILIA SOBBED ON.
become "the English Shakespeare ? " True, it was a heavy
burden to sustain, but what will a man not dare or suffer for the
woman he loves ? Moreover, was he not responsible for Fladpick's
being, and thus for all the evil done by his Frankenstein ? He had
employed Fladpick for his own amusement and the Employers'
Liability Act was heavy upon him . The path of abnegation , of
duty, was clear. He saw it and he went for it then and there-
went, like a brave young Englishman , to meet his marriage.
" Yes, I," he said, " I am glad you love Mr. Fladpick."
72 THE IDLER.
"
"Why ? she murmured breathlessly.
" Because I love you ."
" But-I-do- not-love -you," she said slowly.
"You will, when I tell you it is I who have provoked your
love."
99
" Frank, is this true ?'
" On my word of honour as an Englishman ."
""
" You are Fladpick ?
" If I am not, he does not exist. There is no such person. "
66
' Oh, Frank, this is no cruel jest ? "
" Cecilia, it is the sacred truth. Fladpick is nobody, if he is
not Frank Grey."
99
"But you never lived in Tartary ?'
" Of course not. All that about Fladpick is the veriest false-
hood . But I did not mind it , for nobody suspected me."
"My noble, modest boy! So this was why you were so
embarrassed before ! But why not have told me that you were
""
Fladpick ?
" Because I wanted you to love me for myself alone."
She fell into his arms.
" Frank—Frank-Fladpick, my own , my English Shakes-
peare, " she sobbed ecstatically.
At the next meeting of the Mutual Depreciation Society, a
bombshell in a stamped envelope was handed to Mr. Andrew
Mackay. He tore open the envelope and the explosion followed—
as follows :
Gentlemen,
I hereby beg to tender the resignation of my membership in your valued
Society, as well as to anticipate your objections to my retaining the post of
· legal adviser I have the honour to hold. I am about to marry—the cynic
will say I am laying the foundation of a Mutual Depreciation Society of my
own. But this is not the reason of my retirement. That is to be sought
in my having accepted the position of the English Shakespeare which
you were good enough to open up for me. It would be a pity to let
the pedestal stand empty. From the various excerpts you were kind
enough to invent, especially from the copious extracts in Mr. Mackay's
articles, I have been able to piece together a considerable body of poetic
work, and by carefully collecting every existing fragment, and studying the
most authoritative expositions of my aims and methods , I have constructed
several dramas, much as Professor Owen re-constructed the mastodon from
the bones that were extant. As you know, I had never written a line in my
life before, but by the copious aid of your excellent and genuinely helpful
criticism I was enabled to get along without much difficulty. I find that
to write blank verse you have only to invert the order of the words and
THE ENGLISH SHAKESPEARE. 73
keep on your guard against rhyme. You may be interested to know that the
last line in the last tragedy is :
" Coffined in English yew, he sleeps in peace."
When written, I got my dramas privately printed with a Tartary trade-
mark, after which I smudged the book and sold the copyright to Make-
million & Co. for ten thousand pounds. Needless to say I shall never
write another book. In taking leave of you I cannot help feeling that,
if I owe you some gratitude for the lofty pinnacle to which you have raised
me, you are also not unindebted to me for finally removing the shadow of
apprehension that must have dogged you in your sober moments—I mean
the fear of being found out. Mr. Andrew Mackay, in particular, as the
most deeply committed, I feel owes me what he can never hope to repay for
my gallantry in filling the mantle designed by him, whose emptiness might
one day have been exposed , to his immediate downfall.
I am, gentlemen,
Your most sincere and humble Depreciator,
THE ENGLISH SHAKESPEARE.
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76 The Idle
"
Through the great church door.
Theyflock on their way throughthe world once more
When lo ! in the shade
Of the portal, laid
On the spotless bier which the snow had made
" Now who can it possibly be ? ” they said
On his white drawn face
There is still the trace
By a tear or grimace
The thoughts of the heart, by the looks of the face
*
MARK TWAIN.
union there is strength, and while Mark Twain might run one of
us down, he will find his hands full if he attempts to deal with us
all together.
The pictures which illustrate this interview with Mark Twain
were taken by a small but industrious Kodak, which
" Held him with its glittering eye,"
on board the French liner, " La Gascogne," at that moment
approaching Havre. The anecdotes in the second section of this
interview have been written for The Idler by Mr. Joseph
Hatton.
when the late Mr. Bateman, the Lyceum manager, lived there,
Irving told to Mark Twain and half a dozen others a very good
story about a sheep . It was a very racy story, racy of the soil , I
said, the soil being Scotland . Irving told it well , dramatising
some of the incidents as he went along. He was encouraged to
do so by the deep interest Twain took in it. I suggested to
Twain that he should make a note of it ; it seemed to me that it
was one of those nationally characteristic anecdotes that was
worth remembering, because it was characteristic, and national.
Twain said, " Yes , he thought it a good idea to make a note or
two of English humour-of national anecdotes in particular."
He took out a small book, and quite won my heart by the modest,
quiet way in which he made his memoranda about this story ; I
even gave him one or two points about it, fresh points . We were
sitting in a corner of the room by this time, chatting in a friendly
way, and Mark Twain seemed more than necessarily grateful for
my suggestions . I had reason afterwards to wonder whether he
thought I was chaffing him , or whether he was chaffing me. I did
not know any more than Irving did that the story about the sheep
was really one of Mark Twain's own stories .
I was innocent enough about it anyway, and Irving had never
heard , I'll be bound , of the Hotten volume in which the narrative
of the sheep and the good Samaritan had been set forth in Twain's
best manner. It is quite possible that to this day Mark Twain
is under the impression that I was engaged in a pleasant piece
of fooling at Bateman's that night, and believed himselfto be just
as pleasantly checkmating me. Of course, he saw through the
whole business . He pretended to fall into my little trap, which
was not a trap at all . Perhaps he thought I was a humorist.
Do you know that he smokes three hundred cigars a year- or
a month, I forget which—and that he once tried to break off the
habit against which King James uttered his great but ineffective
blast, and that after a fair test of life with and without tobacco he
came to the conclusion that a weedless life would be too utter a
failure even for an accidental humorist. He was no doubt right.
I wonder if he consulted his conscience about it ? Do you remem-
ber, how his conscience once visited him ? It was his conscience,
was it not ? A little wizened, pinched thing that hopped about
his study and talked to him . I don't remember a more weird bit
of satire than his account of that strange visit . Such an egotisti-
cal, deformed little chap ! And with such wise, strange, cutting
words ! I think I liked our friend the better for his story of that
MARK TWAIN. 83
R. HATTON appears to be in
PR doubt whether Mark Twain
smokes three hundred cigars a
year—or a month. There is
a slight difference both to to-
bacconist and consumer . I
have been told that his annual
allowance is three thousand
cigars . But it must not be
thought that his devotion to
tobacco stops at this trivial
quantity. The cigars merely re-
present his dessert in the way of
smoking. The solid repast of nico-
tine is taken by means of a corn- cob
pipe. The bowl of this pipe is made from the hollowed- out
cob of an ear of Indian corn . It is a very light pipe, and it
colours brown as you use it, and ultimately black, so they
call it in America " The Missouri Meerschaum ." I was much
impressed by the ingenuity with which Mark Twain fills his corn-
cob pipe. The humorist is an inspired Idler . He is a lazy
man, and likes to do things with the least trouble to himself. He
smokes a granulated tobacco which he keeps in a long check bag
made of silk and rubber. When he has finished smoking, he
knocks the residue from the bowl of the pipe, takes out the stem,
places it in his vest pocket, like a pencil or a stylographic pen ,
and throws the bowl into the bag containing the granulated
tobacco. When he wishes to smoke again (this is usually five
minutes later) he fishes out the bowl, which is now filled with
tobacco, inserts the stem, and strikes a light. Noticing that his
pipe was very aged and black, and knowing that he was about to
enter a country where corn-cob pipes are not, I asked him it he
had brought a supply of pipes with him.
84 THE IDLER .
" Oh, no," he answered, " I never smoke a new corn-cob pipe.
A new pipe irritates the throat . No corn -cob pipe is fit for any-
thing until it has been used at least a fortnight."
" How do you manage then ? " I asked . " Do you follow the
example of the man with the tight boots ;-wear them a couple of
weeks before they can be put on ?"
" No, " said Mark Twain , " I always hire a cheap man—a
man who doesn't amount to much, anyhow-who would be as
well-or better-dead , and let him break in the pipe for me. I
get him to smoke the pipe for a couple of weeks, then put in a
new stem , and continue operations as long as the pipe holds
together."
Mark Twain brought into France with him a huge package of
boxes of cigars and tobacco which he took personal charge of
When he placed it on the deck while helit a fresh cigar he put
his foot on this package so as to be sure of its safety. He didn't
appear to care what became of the rest of his luggage as long
as the tobacco was safe.
" Going to smuggle that in ?" I asked .
" No , sir. I'm the only man on board this steamer who has
any tobacco. I will say to the Customs officer, ' Tax me what
you like, but don't meddle with the tobacco . ' They don't know
what tobacco is in France."
Another devotee of the corn-cob pipe is Mr. Rudyard Kipling ,
who is even more of a connoisseur in pipes than is Mark Twain ,
which reminds me that Mr. Kipling interviewed Mr. Clemens , and ,
although the interview has been published before, I take the liberty
of incorporating part of it in this symposium .
1
MARK TWAIN. 85
like to read about are facts and statistics of any kind . If they are
only facts about the raising of radishes they interest me. Just
now, for instance, before you came in "--he pointed to an Encyclo-
pædia on the shelves-" I was reading an article about
mathematics-perfectly pure mathematics . My own knowledge
of mathematics stops at twelve times twelve, but I enjoyed that
article immensely. I didn't understand a word of it, but facts-
or what a man believes to be facts are always delightful. That
mathematical fellow believed in his facts . So do I. Get your
facts first, and " —the voice died away to an almost inaudible drone—
" then you can distort ' em as much as you please."
Bearing this precious advice in my bosom I left, the great man
assuring me with gentle kindness that I had not interrupted him
in the least . Once outside the door I yearned to go back and ask
some questions- it was easy enough to think of them now- but
his time was his own , though his books belonged to me.
I should have ample time to look back to that meeting across
the graves of the days. But it was sad to think of the things he
had not spoken about . In San Francisco the men of the Call told
me many legends of Mark's apprenticeship in their paper five and
twenty years ago- how he was a reporter, delightfully incapable
of reporting according to the needs of the day. He preferred , so
they said , to coil himself into a heap and meditate till the last
minute. Then he would produce copy bearing no sort of relation-
ship to his legitimate work-copy that made the editor swear
horribly and the readers of the Call ask for more. I should like
to have heard Mark's version of that and some stories of his
joyous and renegated past. He has been journeyman printer (in
those days he wandered from the banks of the Missouri even to
MARK TWAIN. 87
Philadelphia) , pilot cub, and full- blown pilot, soldier of the South
(that was for three weeks only) , private secretary to a Lieutenant-
Governor of Nevada (that displeased him) , miner, editor, special
correspondent in the Sandwich Islands, and the Lord only knows
what else.
have not read. I was asked several years ago to write such a
paper as that you suggest on Humour, and the comparative
merits of different national humour, and I began it, but I got tired
of it very soon . I have written humorous books by pure accident
in the beginning , and but for that accident I should not have
written anything .
At the same time that leaning towards the humorous, for I
do not deny that I have a certain tendency towards humour,
would have manifested itself in the pulpit or on the platform, but
it would have been only the embroidery, it would not have been
the staple of the work. My theory is that you tumble by accident
into anything. The public then puts a trademark on to your
work, and after that you can't introduce anything into commerce
without the trademark. I never have wanted to write literature ;
it is not my calling. Bret Harte, for instance, by one of those
accidents of which I speak, published the ' Heathen Chinee, '
which he had written for his own amusement. He threw it aside,
but being one day suddenly called upon for copy he sent that very
piece in. It put a trademark on him, at once , and he had to
avoid all approaches to that standard for many a long day in order
that he might get rid of that mark. If he had added three or
four things of a similar nature within twelve months, he would
never have got away from the consequences during his lifetime.
But he made a purposely determined stand ; he abolished the
trademark and conquered."
Whether Mark Twain liked the above interview or not , it is
certainly true in one respect- that he thinks Mr. T. B. Aldrich
the most humorous man in America . Mr. Clemens looks upon him-
self as, in reality, a serious man , and a glance at the excellent por-
trait published as a frontispiece to this magazine will show that his
looks carry out the idea . He said that he and Aldrich were stay-
ing together at an hotel in Rome. Aldrich came in and said to
him , " Clemens, you think you're famous ! You have conceit
enough for anything. Now, you don't know what real popularity
is. I have just been asking that man on the Piazza di Spagna
for my books . He hasn't one , -not one . They're all sold . He
simply can't supply the demand. It's the same all over Europe.
I've never seen one of my books anywhere. They're gone. Now,
look at your books . Why, that unfortunate man on the Piazza
has 1,600 of them. He's ruined , Clemens . He'll never sell ' em.
The people are reading mine. That's genuine popularity."
90 THE IDLER.
O. W. HOLMES .
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her that whatever change was coming into her life would come
across that vast unknown expanse . But it was here that Mrs.
Bunker was mistaken .
It had been a sparkling summer morning . The waves were
running before the dry
North-west Trade winds
with crystalline but
colourless brilliancy .
Sheltered by the high,
northerly bluff, the house
and its garden were ex-
posed tothe untem-
pered heat of the
cloudless sun re-
" I mean any other people ? Are there any other houses ?" he
said with a slight impatience.
" No."
He looked at her and then towards the sea. " I expect some
friends who are coming for me in a boat. I suppose they can
land easily here ?"
" Didn't you land yourself here just now ? " she said quickly.
He half hesitated , and then, as if scorning an equivocation ,
made a hasty gesture over her shoulder and said bluntly, " No , I
came over the cliff."
" Down the cliff !" she repeated incredulously.
66
Yes, " he said, glancing at his clothes ; " it was a rough
scramble, but the goats showed me the way."
" And you were up on the bluff all the time ?" she went on
curiously.
"Yes. You see-I- ," he stopped suddenly at what seemed
to be the beginning of a pre-arranged and plausible explanation,
as if impatient of its weakness or hypocrisy, and said briefly :
" Yes I was there."
Like most women, more observant of his face and figure, she
did not miss this lack of explanation. He was a very good- looking
man of middle age, with a thin, proud, high-bred face, which in a
country of bearded men had the further distinction of being
smoothly shaven. She had never seen anyone like him before .
She thought he looked like an illustration of some novel she had
read, but also somewhat melancholy, worn , and tired.
"Won't you come in and rest yourself ?" she said, motioning
to the cabin.
"Thank you," he said, still half absently. " Perhaps I'd better.
It may be some time yet before they come ."
She led the way to the cabin , entered the living room - a
plainly furnished little apartment between the bedroom and the
kitchen-pointed to a large bamboo armchair, and placed a bottle
of whiskey and some water on the table before him . He thanked
her again very gently, poured out some spirits in his glass , and
mixed it with water. But when she glanced towards him again
he had apparently risen without tasting it, and going to the door
was standing there with his hand in the breast of his buttoned
frock coat, gazing silently towards the sea. There was something
vaguely historical in his attitude-or what she thought might be
historical-as of somebody of great importance who had halted on
the eve of some great event at the door of her humble cabin .
G
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98 THE IDL .
" Are you anxious for your folks coming ?" she said at last,
following his outlook.
" I-oh no !" he returned , quickly recalling himself, "they'll
THE CONSPIRACY OF MRS. BUnker . 99
" I have never been there at all. Some day I expect we will
go there to live."
"I wouldn't advise you to, " he said , looking at her gravely.
" I don't think it will pay you . You'll never be happy there as
here. You'll never have the independence and freedom you have
here. You'll never be your own mistress again . But how does
it happen you never were in San Francisco ? " he said suddenly.
If he would not talk of himself, here at least was a chance for
Mrs. Bunker to say something. She related how her family had
emigrated from Kansas across the plains and had taken up a
""
" location at Contra Costa. How she didn't care for it, and how
she came to marry the seafaring man who brought her here-all
with great simplicity and frankness and as unreservedly as to a
superior being-albeit his attention wandered at times, and a rare
but melancholy smile that he had apparently evoked to meet her
conversational advances, became fixed occasionally. Even his
dark eyes which had obliged Mrs. Bunker to put up her hair, and
button her collar, rested upon her without seeing her.
"Then your husband's name is Bunker ? " he said when she
paused at last. " That's one of those Nantucket Quaker names—
sailors and whalers for generations-and yours, you say was
MacEwan. Well, Mrs. Bunker, your family came from Kentucky
to Kansas only lately, though I suppose your father calls himself
a Free-States man . You ought to know something of farming
and cattle, for your ancestors were old Scotch Covenanters who
emigrated a hundred years ago, and were great stock raisers. "
All this seemed only the natural omniscience of a superior
being. And Mrs. Bunker perhaps was not pained to learn that
her husband's family was of a lower degree than her own. But
the stranger's knowledge did not end there. He talked of her
husband's business-he explained the vast fishing resources of the
bay and coast. He showed her how the large colony of Italian
fishermen were inimical to the interests of California and to her
husband particularly as a native American trader. He told her
of the volcanic changes of the bay and coast line, of the formation
of the rocky ledge on which she lived . He pointed out to her its
value to the Government for defensive purposes , and how it
naturally commanded the entrance of the Golden Gate far better
than Fort Point, and that it ought to be in its hands. If the
Federal Government did not buy it of her husband , certainly the
State of California should . And here he fell into an abstraction
as deep and as gloomy as before. He walked to the window, paced
THE CONSPIRACY OF MRS. BUNKER . ΙΟΙ
the floor with his hand in his breast , went to the door, and finally
stepped out of the cabin, moving along the ledge of rocks to the
shore, where he stood motionless .
Mrs. Bunker had listened to him with parted lips and eyes of
eloquent admiration . She had never before heard anyone talk
like that she had not believed it possible that anyone could have
such knowledge. Perhaps she could not understand all he said,
but she would try to remember it after he had gone. She could
only think now how kind it was of him that in all this mystery of
his coming and in the singular sadness that was oppressing him,
he should try to interest her. And thus looking at him, and
wondering, an idea came to her.
She went into her bedroom and took down her husband's
heavy pilot overcoat and sou'- wester, and handed them to her guest .
"You'd better put them on if you're going to
stand there," she said.
" But I am not cold, " he said, wonderingly.
れら
"Butyou might
be seen," she said,
simply.
It was the first
suggestion that
had passed be-
tween them that
his presence there
was a secret. He
looked at her in-
tently, then he smiled and said,
rosion " I think you're right, for many
Cio Huletp reasons," put the pilot coat over
his frock coat, removed his hat
with the gesture of a bow, handed it to her, and placed the sou'-
wester in its stead . Then for an instant he hesitated as if about
102 THE IDLER.
to speak, but Mrs. Bunker, with a delicacy that she could not herself
comprehend at the moment, hurried back to the cabin without
giving him an opportunity.
Nor did she again intrude upon his meditations . Hidden in
his disguise, which to her eyes did not , however, seem to conceal
his characteristic figure, he wandered for nearly an hour under the
bluff and along the shore, returning at last almost mechanically to
the cabin , where oblivious of his surroundings he reseated himself
in silence by the table with his cheek resting on his hand .
Presently, her quick, experienced ear detected the sound of oars in
their rowlocks ; she could plainly see from her kitchen window a
small boat with two strangers seated at the stern being pulled to
the shore. With the same strange instinct of delicacy , she deter-
mined not to go out lest her presence might embarrass her guest's
reception of his friends . But as she turned towards the living
room she found he had already risen and was removing his hat
and pilot coat. She was struck, however , by the circumstance that
not only did he exhibit no feeling of relief at his deliverance, but
that a half cynical, half savage expression had taken the place of
his former melancholy. As he went to the door, the two gentlemen
hastily clambered up the rocks to greet him.
" Jim reckoned it was you hangin ' round the rocks , but I couldn't
tell at that distance . Seemed you borrowed a hat and coat.
Well-it's all fixed , and we've no time to lose . There's a coasting
steamer just dropping down below the Heads, and it will take
you aboard. But I can tell you you've kicked up a h-ll of a
row over there." He stopped, evidently at some sign from her
guest. The rest of the man's speech followed in a hurried whisper
which was stopped again by the voice she knew. " No. Certainly
not." The next moment his tall figure was darkening the door of
the kitchen ; his hand was outstretched . " Good-bye, Mrs.
Bunker, and many thanks for your hospitality. My friends here,"
he turned grimly to the men behind him , " think I ought to ask
you to keep this a secret even from your husband . I don't ! They
also think that I ought to offer you money for your kindness . I
don't. But if you will honour me by keeping this ring in remem-
brance of it" -he took a heavy seal ring from his finger-" it's the
only bit of jewelry I have about me I'll be very glad. Good-
bye ! " She felt for a moment the firm , soft pressure of his long,
thin fingers around her own , and then-he was gone. The sound
of retreating oars grew fainter and fainter and was lost. The same
reserve of delicacy which now appeared to her as a duty kept her
THE CONSPIRACY OF MRS. BUNKER. 103
had said that " I don't." She felt the warm blood fly to her fresh
young face at the thought of it. He had understood her. She
might be living in a poor cabin, doing all the housework herself,
and her husband only a fisherman ; but he had treated her like a lady.
And so the afternoon passed. The outlying fog began to roll
in at the Golden Gate, obliterating the headland and stretching
a fleecy bar across the channel as if shutting out from vulgar eyes
the way that he had gone. Night fell, but Zephas had not yet
come. This was unusual, for he was generally as regular as the
afternoon " trades " which blew him there. There was nothing to
detain him in this weather and at this season. She began to be
vaguely uneasy ; then a little angry at this new development of
his incompatibility. Then it occurred to her, for the first time in
her wifehood, to think what she would do if he were lost. Yet, in
spite of some pain, terror, and perplexity at the possibility, her
dominant thought was that she would be a free woman to order
her life as she liked .
It was after ten before his lateen sail flapped
in the little cove. She was waiting to receive
him on the shore. His good -humoured hirsute
face was slightly apologetic in expression , but
flushed and disturbed with some new excite-
ment to which an extra glass or two of spirits
had apparently added intensity. The contrast
between his evident indulgence and the
previous abstemiousness of her late guest
struck her unpleasantly. " Well I declare ,"
she said indignantly , " so that's what kept
you ! "
"No, " he said quickly-"there's been awful
times over in ' Frisco ! Everybody
just wild, and the Vigilance Com-
mittee in session . Jo Henderson's
killed ! Shot by Wynyard Marion
in a duel ! He'll be lynched, sure
as a gun, if they ketch him. ”
"But I thought men who fought
duels always went free."
" Yes , but this aint no common
duel ; they say the whole thing was planned beforehand by
them Southern fire-eaters to get rid o' Henderson because he's a
Northern man and Anti- Slavery, and that they picked out Colonel
Marion to do it because he was a dead shot. They got him to insult
THE CONSPIRACY OF MRS. BUNKER . 105
(TO BE CONTINUED
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り
Yes, it is always the best policy to speakthe truth—
He moralizeth.
unless, of course, you are an exceptionally good liar.
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HALLS
MUSIC
LONDON
THE IDLER.
MARCH , 1892 .
99
"Variety Patter.
BY JEROME K. JEROME .
ILLUSTRATED BY DUDLEY HARDY.
Y first appearance at
a Music Hall was in
the year of grace
one thousand eight
hundred and s-
Well, I would rather
not mention the
exact date . I was
M fourteen at the time.
It was during the
Christmas holidays,
and my aunt had
given me five shil-
lings to go and see
Phelps -I think it
was Phelps - in
99
" Coriolanus - I
think it was " Corio-
lanus ." Anyhow,
it was to see a high
class and improving
entertainment , I
know .
I suggested that
I should get young
Skegson , who lived
in our road , to go
with me. Skegson
is a barrister now, and could not tell you the difference between
a knave of clubs and a club of knaves . A few years hence, he will,
122 THE IDLER.
Tulle Gard
used to lie awake at night and think about it, till I grew half
crazy .
Alas ! since then I have completed the descent, so where my
future will be spent I do not care to think.
Another picture in the book that troubled me was the frontis-
piece. This was a highly-coloured print, illustrating the broad
and narrow ways . The narrow way led upward past a Sunday
school and a lion to a city in the clouds . This city was referred
to in the accompanying letterpress as a place of " Rest and Peace,"
but inasmuch as the town was represented in the illustration as
surrounded by a perfect mob of angels , each one blowing a trumpet
twice his own size, and obviously blowing it for all he was worth,
a certain confusion of ideas would seem to have crept into the
allegory.
The other path—the "broad way "--which ended in what at
first glance appeared to be a highly successful display of fireworks ,
started from the door of a tavern , and led past a Music Hall, on
the steps of which stood a gentleman smoking a cigar . (All the
wicked people in this book smoked cigars - all except one young
man who had killed his mother and died raving mad . He had
gone astray on short pipes. )
This made it uncomfortably clear to me which direction I had
chosen, and I was greatly alarmed, until , on examining the picture
more closely, I noticed, with much satisfaction , that about midway
the two paths were connected by a handy little bridge, by the use
of which it seemed feasible, starting on the one path and ending
up on the other, to combine the practical advantages of both roads.
My belief in the possibility of this convenient compromise
must, I fear, have led to an ethical relapse, for there recurs to my
mind a somewhat painful scene of a few months' later date in
which I am seeking to convince a singularly unresponsive landed .
proprietor that my presence in his orchard is solely and entirely
due to my having unfortunately lost my way.
It was not until I was nearly seventeen that the idea occurred
to me to visit a Music Hall again . Then , having regard to my
double capacity of " Man About Town " and journalist (for I had
written a letter to The Era , complaining of the way pit doors were
made to open, and it had been inserted) , I felt I had no longer any
right to neglect acquaintanceship with so important a feature in
the life of the people. Accordingly, one Saturday night , I wended
my way to the " Pav. " ; and there the first person that I ran against
was my uncle. He laid a heavy hand upon my shoulder, and
128 THE IDLER.
Dille Harley
asked me, in severe tones, what I was doing there. I felt this to
be an awkward question, for it would have been useless trying to
make him understand my real motives (one's own relations are never
sympathetic), and I was somewhat nonplussed for an answer ,
until the reflection occurred to me : What was he doing there ?
This riddle I , in my turn , propounded to him, with the result that
we entered into treaty by the terms of which it was agreed that no
future reference should be made to the meeting by either of us—
at least, not in the presence of any member of the family—and the
compact was ratified according to the usual custom, my uncle
paying the necessary expenses.
In those days, we sat , some four or six of us, round a little table,
on which were placed our drinks . Now we have to balance them
upon a narrow ledge ; and ladies , as they pass , dip the ends of
their cloaks into them, and gentlemen stir them up for us with the
ferrules of their umbrellas , or else sweep them off into our laps
with their coat tails, saying as they do so , " Oh , I beg your pardon ."
Also, inthose days, there were " chairmen "-affable gentlemen ,
who would drink anything at anybody's expense, and drink any
quantity of it, and never seem to get any fuller . I was intro-
duced to a Music Hall chairman once, and when I said to him,
""
"What is your drink ? he took up the " list of beverages " that
lay before him, and, opening it, waved his hand lightly across
its entire contents, from clarets, past champagnes and spirits, down
to liqueurs. " That's my drink, my boy," said he. There was
nothing narrow- minded or exclusive about his tastes .
It was the chairman's duty to introduce the artists . " Ladies
and gentlemen, " he would shout, in a voice that united the
musical characteristics of a fog -horn and a steam saw, " Miss
' Enerietta Montressor, the popular serio-comic, will now happear."
These announcements were invariably received with great
applause by the chairman himself, and generally with chilling
indifference by the rest of the audience.
It was also the privilege of the chairman to maintain order,
and reprimand evil- doers . This he usually did very effectively ,
employing for the purpose language both fit and forcible. One
chairman that I remember, seemed, however, to be curiously
deficient in the necessary qualities for this part of his duty. He
was a mild and sleepy little man, and, unfortunately, he had to
preside over an exceptionally rowdy audience at a small hall in
the South- East district. On the night that I was present, there
occurred a great disturbance. " Joss Jessop, the Monarch of
130 THE IDLER .
EAST END.
“ VARIETY PATTER ." 133
Inte
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Hard
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136 THE IDLER.
HOPE
SINE SPE NIHIL EST
CHAPTER III .
selfish tramp out of nobody knows where can come and put up à
poor mouth and walk right into his heart with his boots on."
" It must try your patience pretty sharply sometimes."
66
Oh, no, I'm used to it ; and I'd rather have him so than the
other way. When I call him a failure, I mean to the world he's
a failure ; he isn't to me. I don't know as I want him different-
much different , anyway . I have to scold him some, snarl at him,
you might even call it, but I reckon I'd do that just the same if he
was different- it's my make. But I'm a good deal less snarly
and more contented when he's a failure than I am when he isn't. "
" Then he isn't always a failure," said Hawkins , brightening.
" Him ? Oh, bless you, no. He makes a strike, as
he calls it, from time to time. Then's my time to
fret and fuss. For the money just flies-first come
first served. Straight off, he loads up the
house with cripples and idiots and stray cats
and all the different kinds of poor wrecks that
other people don't want and he does, and
then when the poverty comes again I've got
to clear the most of them out
or we'd starve ; and that dis-
tresses him, and me the same,
" THE MONEY JUST of course. Here's old Dan'l
FLIES.'
and Jinny, that the sheriff sold 1
south one of the
times that we got
SALE
bankrupted before the war-they came
wandering back after the peace, worn
out and used up on the cotton planta-
tions, helpless, and not another lick of
work left in their old hides for the rest
of this earthly pilgrimage-and we so
pinched, oh ! so pinched, for the very
crumbs to keep life in us, and he just
flung the door wide, and the way he
received them, you'd have thought they
had come straight down from heaven
in answer to prayer. I took him one side and
said, ' Mulberry, we can't have them-we've no-
thing for ourselves—we can't feed them.' He looked
at me kind of hurt, and said, ' Turn them out ?— " OLD DAN'L AND JINNY,
and they've come to me just as confident and THAT THE SHERIFF
SOLD."
THE AMERICAN CLAIMAN
CLAIMANT. 139
" And fake in the lame, the halt and the blind, and turn the
house into a hospital again ? It's what he would do, I've seen a
plenty of that and more. No, Washington , I want his strikes to
be mighty moderate ones the rest of the way down the vale."
" Well, then, big strike or little strike, or no strike at all ,
here's hoping he'll never lack for friends-and I don't reckon he
ever will while there's people around who know enough to- 99
" Him lack for friends !" and she tilted her head up with a
frank pride-" why, Washington , you can't name a man that's
anybody that isn't fond of him. I'll tell you privately, that I've
had Satan's own time to keep them from appointing him to some
office or other. They knew he'd no business with an office , just
as well as I did , but he's the hardest man to refuse anything to a
body ever saw. Mulberry Sellers with an office ? Laws good-
ness, you know what that would be like. Why, they'd come from
the ends of the earth to see a circus like that . I'd just as lieves
be married to Niagara Falls , and done with it." After a reflective
pause she added- having wandered back,
in the interval , to the remark that had been
her text : " Friends ?-oh, indeed , no man
ever had more ; and such friends : Grant,
Sherman, Sheridan, Johnston, Long-
street, Lee- many's the time they've sat
in that chair you're sitting in." Hawkins
was out of it instantly, and
contemplating it with a re-
verential surprise , and with
theawed sense ofhaving trod-
den shod upon holy ground—
"They !" he said .
"Oh, indeed, yes, a many
and a many a time."
He continued to gaze at
the chair fascinated , mag-
netised ; and for once in his
life that continental stretch of
dry prairie which stood for his
" HE CONTINUED TO GAZE AT THE CHAIR
FASCINATED, MAGNETISED." imagination was a fire, and
across it was marching a
slanting flame front that joined its wide horizons together and
smothered the skies with smoke. He was experiencing what one or
another drowsing, geographically ignorant alien experiences every
THE AMERICAN CLAIMANT. 141
day in the year, when he turns a dull and indifferent eye out of
the car window, and it falls upon a certain station sign which
reads, " Stratford-on-Avon ! " Mrs. Sellers went gossiping com.
fortably along :
" Oh, they like to hear him talk, especially if their load is
getting rather heavy on one shoulder and they want to shift it.
He's all air you know- breeze you may say-and he freshens them
up ; it's a trip to the country they say. Many a time he's made
General Grant laugh-and that's a tidy job, I can tell you-and
as for Sheridan, his eye lights up, and he listens to Mulberry
Sellers the same as if he was artillery. You see, the charm about
Mulberry is, he is so catholic and unprejudiced that he fits in any-
where and everywhere. It makes him powerful good company,
and as popular as scandal. You go to the White House when
the President's holding a general reception -some time when
Mulberry's there. Why, dear me, you can't tell which of them it
is that's holding the reception ."
"Well, he certainly is a remarkable man-and he always was.
Is he religious ? "
" Clear to his marrow-does more thinking and reading on
that subject than any other, except Russia and Siberia ; thrashes
around over the whole field , too ; nothing bigoted about him."
"What is his religion ? "
" He " She stopped, and was lost for a moment or two in
thinking ; then she said, with simplicity, " I think he was a
Mohammedan or something last week."
Washington started down town, now, to bring his trunk, for
the hospitable Sellerses would listen to no excuses ; their house
must be his home during the session. The Colonel returned
presently and resumed work upon his plaything. It was finished
when Washington got back.
" There it is," said the Colonel, " all finished ."
"What is it for, Colonel ? "
" Oh , it's just a trifle. Toy to amuse the
children.
Washington examined it.
" It seems to be a puzzle."
"Yes, that's what it is. I call it Pigs in the
Clover. Put them in- see if you can put them
in the pen ."
" PIGS IN THE CLOVER."
After many failures Washington succeeded ,
and was as pleased as a child .
140 THE IDLER.
" And rake in the lame, the halt and the blind, and turn the
house into a hospital again ? It's what he would do , I've seen a
plenty of that and more. No, Washington, I want his strikes to
be mighty moderate ones the rest of the way down the vale ."
66
'Well, then, big strike or little strike, or no strike at all ,
here's hoping he'll never lack for friends-and I don't reckon he
ever will while there's people around who know enough to "
" Him lack for friends !" and she tilted her head up with a
frank pride-" why, Washington , you can't name a man that's
anybody that isn't fond of him. I'll tell you privately, that I've
had Satan's own time to keep them from appointing him to some
office or other. They knew he'd no business with an office, just
as well as I did , but he's the hardest man to refuse anything to a
body ever saw. Mulberry Sellers with an office ? Laws good-
ness, you know what that would be like. Why, they'd come from
the ends of the earth to see a circus like that . I'd just as lieves
be married to Niagara Falls, and done with it." After a reflective
pause she added-having wandered back,
in the interval, to the remark that had been
her text : " Friends ?-oh, indeed , no man
ever had more ; and such friends : Grant,
Sherman , Sheridan , Johnston , Long-
street, Lee- many's the time they've sat
in that chair you're sitting in ." Hawkins
was out of it instantly, and
contemplating it with a re-
verential surprise , and with
the awed sense of having trod-
den shod upon holy ground-
"They !" he said.
"Oh, indeed, yes, a many
and a many a time."
He continued to gaze at
the chair fascinated, mag-
netised ; and for once in his
life that continental stretch of
dry prairie which stood for his
" HE CONTINUED TO GAZE AT THE CHAIR
FASCINATED, MAGNETISED." imagination was a fire , and
across it was marching a
slanting flame front that joined its wide horizons together and
smothered the skies with smoke . He was experiencing what one or
another drowsing, geographically ignorant alien experiences every
THE AMERICAN CLAIMANT. 141
day in the year, when he turns a dull and indifferent eye out of
the car window, and it falls upon a certain station sign which
reads, " Stratford-on-Avon ! " Mrs. Sellers went gossiping com.
fortably along :
" Oh, they like to hear him talk, especially if their load is
getting rather heavy on one shoulder and they want to shift it,
He's all air you know- breeze you may say-and he freshens them
up ; it's a trip to the country they say. Many a time he's made
General Grant laugh-and that's a tidy job, I can tell you-and
as for Sheridan, his eye lights up, and he listens to Mulberry
Sellers the same as if he was artillery. You see, the charm about
Mulberry is, he is so catholic and unprejudiced that he fits in any-
where and everywhere. It makes him powerful good company,
and as popular as scandal. You go to the White House when
the President's holding a general reception-some time when
Mulberry's there. Why, dear me, you can't tell which of them it
is that's holding the reception ."
"Well, he certainly is a remarkable man —and he always was.
Is he religious ? "
" Clear to his marrow-does more thinking and reading on
that subject than any other, except Russia and Siberia ; thrashes
around over the whole field , too ; nothing bigoted about him."
"What is his religion ? "
" He " She stopped, and was lost for a moment or two in
thinking ; then she said, with simplicity, " I think he was a
Mohammedan or something last week."
Washington started down town , now, to bring his trunk, for
the hospitable Sellerses would listen to no excuses ; their house
must be his home during the session. The Colonel returned
presently and resumed work upon his plaything. It was finished
when Washington got back.
" There it is," said the Colonel, " all finished ."
"What is it for, Colonel ? "
" Oh, it's just a trifle . Toy to amuse the
children.
Washington examined it .
" It seems to be a puzzle."
"Yes, that's what it is. I call it Pigs in the
Clover. Put them in- see if you can put them
in the pen ."
" PIGS IN THE CLOVER ."
After many failures Washington succeeded ,
and was as pleased as a child.
142 THE IDLER .
the outside-you shall see me call the dead of any century, and
they will arise and walk. Walk ?-they shall walk for ever , and
never die again . Walk with all the muscle and spring of their
pristine vigour."
" Colonel ! Indeed , it does take one's breath away."
" Now, do you see the money that's in it ? "
" I'm- well, I'm- not really sure that I do."
" Great Scott ! look here. I shall have a monopoly ; they'll
all belong to me, won't they ? Two thousand policemen in the
city of New York. Wages, four dollars a day. I'll replace
them with dead ones at half the money."
" Oh, prodigious ! I never thought of that. F - o-u - r
thousand dollars a day. Now I do begin to see ! But
will dead policemen answer ? "
" Haven't they- up to this time ? "
66 99
Well, if you put it that way '
" Put it any way you want to. Modify
it to suit yourself, and my lads
shall still be superior . They
won't eat, they won't drink-
don't need those things ; they
won't wink for cash at gam-
bling dens and unlicensed rum-
holes ; they won't spark the
scullery maids ; and, more-
over, the bands of roughs
that ambuscade them on
lonely beats, and cowardly
shoot and knife
them , will only
damage the uni-
forms, and not live
long enough to get
more than a mo-
mentary satisfac-
tion out of that."
"Why, Colonel ,
if you can furnish
policemen, then of
Course-
" Certainly - I
can furnish any line "YOU SHALL SEE ME CALL THE DEAD."
of goods that's
144 THE IDLER.
" No you won't-you'll stay right where you are. And you're
going to disgorge too-this time."
Washington innocently offered to go and look. When he was
gone the Colonel said-
The fact is, I've got to throw myself on your indulgence
THE AMERICAN CLAIMANT. 145
just this once more, Suggs ; you see the remittances I was
""
expecting-
66
Hang the remittances- it's too stale- it won't answer.
Come ! "
The Colonel glanced about him in despair. Then his face
lighted ; he ran to the wall and began to dust off a peculiarly
atrocious chromo with his handkerchief. Then he brought it
reverently, offered it to the collector , averted his face and said-
" Take it, but don't let me see it go . It's the sole remaining
27
Rembrandt that-
" Rembrandt be damned , it's a chromo."
" Oh ! don't speak of it so, I beg you . It's the only really
great original , the only supreme example of that mighty school of
19
art which-
"Art ! It's the sickest- looking thing I— "
The Colonel was already bringing another horror and tenderly
dusting it.
" Take this one too-the gem of my collection-the only
genuine Fra Angelico that ”
" Illuminated liver- pad , that's what it is. Give it here-good
day- people will think I've robbed a nigger barber- shop ."
As he slammed the door behind him the Colonel shouted with
an anguished accent-
" Do please cover them up-don't let the damp get at them .
The delicate tints in the Angelico-
But the man was gone .
Washington re-appeared and said he had looked everywhere,
and so had Mrs. Sellers and the servants, but in vain ; and went
on to say he wished he could get his eye on a certain man about
this time- no need to hunt up that pocket- book then . The
Colonel's interest was awake at once.
“ What man ? ”
“ One-armed Pete they call him out there-out in the Cherokee
country, I mean. Robbed the bank in Tahlequah. "
“ Do they have banks in Tahlequah ? ”
"Yes -a bank, anyway. He was suspected of robbing it.
Whoever did it got away with more than twenty thousand dollars .
They offered a reward of five thousand . I believe I saw that very
man, on my way east."
" No-is that so ?"
" I certainly saw a man on the train , the first day I struck the
railroad, that answered the description pretty exactly-at least as
to clothes and a lacking arm .
146 THE IDLER .
"Why didn't you get him arrested and claim the reward ? "
" I couldn't. I had to get a requisition, of course. But I
meant to stay by him till I got my chance."
" Well ? "
"Well, he left the train during the night some time."
66 Oh, hang it, that's too bad."
" Not so very bad, either."
""
"Why ?
" Because he came down to Baltimore in the very train I was
in, though I didn't know it in time. As we moved out of the
station , I saw him going towards the iron gate with a satchel in
his hand."
(To be continued .)
Dead Memories.
Dudier.Grardy
BY A CONAN DOYLE.
ILLUSTRATED BY DUDLEY HARDY.
EMILY LAWSON.
have the heart when their one great industry is withered to rear
up in a few years another as rich to take its place, and the teafields
of Ceylon are as true a monument to courage as is the lion at
Waterloo . But in '72 there was no cloud yet above the skyline,
and the hopes of the planters were as high and as bright as the
hill sides on which they reared their crops. Vansittart came down
to London with his young and beautiful wife. I was introduced,
dined with them, and it was finally arranged that I , since business
called me also to Ceylon, should be a fellow- passenger with them
on the Eastern Star, which was timed to sail upon the following
Monday.
It was on the Sunday evening that I saw him again. He was
shown up into my rooms about nine o'clock at night, with the air
of a man who is bothered and out of sorts. His hand , as I shook
it, was hot and dry.
66
I wish, Atkinson, " said he, " that you could give me a little
lime juice and water . I have a beastly thirst upon me, and the
more I take the more I seem to want."
I rang and ordered in a caraffe and glasses . "You are
flushed," said I. " You don't look the thing."
DE PROFundis. 151
the Royal Hotel, and I will wire her that you are there. Her
sister will bring her down , so that it will be all plain sailing."
" I'll do it with pleasure," said I. " In fact, I should rather
go by rail, for we shall have enough and to spare of the sea before
we reach Columbo. I believe too that you badly need a change.
Now I should go and turn in, if I were vou."
"Yes, I will . I sleep aboard to-nt. You know, " he con-
tinued , as the film settled down again over his eyes, " I've not
slept well the last few nights. I've been troubled with theololclog
-that is to say, the io-
logical- hang it," with
a desperate effort, " with
the doubts of theololo-
gicians. Wondering
whythe Almighty made
us, you know, and why
He made our heads
swimmy, and fixed little
pains into the small of
our backs. Maybe I'll
do better to-night." He
rose, and steadied himself with an
effort against the corner of the chair
back.
" Look here, Vansittart," said I
gravely, stepping up to him, and
YOU ARE NOT FIT TO GO OUT." laying my hand upon his sleeve, " I
can give you a shakedown here. You are not fit to go out. You
are all over the place. You've been mixing your drinks."
" Drinks ! " he stared at me stupidly.
"You used to carry your liquor better than this."
" I give you my word , Atkinson, that I have not had a drain
for two days. It's not drink. I don't know what it is. I suppose
you think this is drink." He took up my hand in his burning
grasp, and passed it over his own forehead.
" Great Lord ! " said I.
His skin felt like a thin sheet of velvet beneath which lies a
close packed layer of small shot. It was smooth to the touch at any
one place, but, to a finger passed along it, rough as a nutmeg grater.
" It's all right," said he, smiling at my startled face. " I've
had the prickly heat nearly as bad."
" But this is never prickly heat."
DE PROFUNDIS. 153
the Royal Hotel, and I will wire her that you are there. Her
sister will bring her down , so that it will be all plain sailing."
" I'll do it with pleasure, " said I. " In fact, I should rather
go by rail, for we shall have enough and to spare of the sea before
we reach Columbo. I believe too that you badly need a change.
Now I should go and turn in , if I were vou."
66
"Yes, I will. I sleep aboard to-nt. You know, " he con-
tinued , as the film settled down again over his eyes , " I've not
slept well the last few nights. I've been troubled with theololclog
-that is to say, the io-
logical- hang it," with
a desperate effort, " with
the doubts of theololo-
gicians. Wondering
whythe Almighty made
us, you know, and why
He made our heads
swimmy, and fixed little
pains into the small of
our backs. Maybe I'll
do better to-night." He
rose, and steadied himself with an
effort against the corner of the chair
back.
"Look here, Vansittart," said I
gravely, stepping up to him, and
"YOU ARE NOT FIT TO GO OUT." laying my hand upon his sleeve, " I
can give you a shakedown here. You are not fit to go out. You
are all over the place. You've been mixing your drinks."
" Drinks !" he stared at me stupidly.
"You used to carry your liquor better than this."
" I give you my word, Atkinson , that I have not had a drain
for two days. It's not drink. I don't know what it is. I suppose
you think this is drink." He took up my hand in his burning
grasp, and passed it over his own forehead.
" Great Lord ! " said I.
His skin felt like a thin sheet of velvet beneath which lies a
close packed layer of small shot. It was smooth to the touch at any
one place, but, to a finger passed along it, rough as a nutmeg grater.
" It's all right," said he, smiling at my startled face. " I've
had the prickly heat nearly as bad."
" But this is never prickly heat."
DE PROFUNDIS. 153
furious easterly gale had sprung up, and blew on from day to day
for the greater part of a week without the sign of a lull . Such a
screaming, raving, longdrawn storm has never been known on the
southerly coast . From our hotel windows the sea view was all
banked in with haze, with a little rain - swept half circle under our
very eyes, churned and lashed into one tossing stretch of foam .
So heavy was the wind upon the waves that little sea could rise ,
for the crest of each billow was torn shrieking from it, and lashed
broadcast over the bay. Clouds , wind , sea , all were rushing to the
west, and there, looking down at this mad jumble of elements , I
waited on day after day, my sole companion a white, silent woman,
with terror in her eyes , her forehead pressed ever against the bar of
the window, her gaze from early morning to the fall of night fixed
upon that wall of grey haze through which the loom of a vessel
might come. She said nothing, but that face of hers was one long
wail of fear.
On the fifth day I took counsel with an old seaman . I should
have preferred to have done so alone, but she saw me speak with
him, and was at our side in an instant, with parted lips and a
prayer in her eyes .
"Seven days out from London ," said he, " and five in the
gale. Well, the Channel's swept as clear as clear by this wind .
There's three things for it. She may have popped into port on
the French side . That's like enough ."
“ No , no, he knew we were here . He would have tele-
graphed ."
" Ah, yes, so he would . Well then , he might have run for it,
and if he did that he won't be very far from Madeira by now.
That'll be it, marm, you may depend ."
" Or else ? You said there was a third chance ."
" Did I, marm. No, only two, I think. I don't think I said
anything of a third. Your ship's out there, depend upon it, away
out in the Atlantic, and you'll hear of it time enough, for the
weather is breaking ; now don't you fret, marm, and wait quiet,
and you'll find a real blue Cornish sky to-morrow. "
The old seaman was right in his surmise, for the next day
broke calm and bright, with only a low dwindling cloud in the
west to mark the last trailing wreaths of the storm wrack. But
still there came no word from the sea, and no sign of the ship .
Three more weary days had passed , the weariest that I have ever
spent, when there came a seafaring man to the hotel with a
letter. I gave a shout of joy. It was from the Captain of the
DE PROFUNDIS.
155
mottled here and there with dark scabs , his mouth and eyes open
as one who is struck with some overpowering surprise. He had
some white stuff streaming from his shoulders, and one hand was
raised to his ear, the other crooked across his breast. I saw him
leap from the water into the air, and in the dead calm the waves
of his coming lapped up against the sides of the vessel. Then his
figure sank back into the water again, and I heard a rending,
crackling sound like a bundle of brushwood snapping in the fire
upon a frosty night. There were no signs of him when I looked
again, but a swift swirl and eddy on the still sea still marked the
spot where he had been. How long I stood there, tingling to
my finger-tips, holding up an unconscious woman with one hand ,
clutching at the rail of the vess´ with the other, was more than
I could afterwards tell . I had been noted as a man of slow and
unresponsive emotions, but this time at least I was shaken to the
core. Once and twice I struck my foot upon the deck to be certain
that I was indeed the master of my own senses , and that this was
not some mad prank of an unruly brain. As I stood, still marvel-
ling, the woman shivered, opened her eyes, gasped, and then stand-
ing erect with her hands upon the rail, looked out over the moonlit
sea with a face which had aged ten years in a summer night.
" You saw his vision ? " she murmured .
" I saw something."
" It was he. It was John. He is dead."
I muttered some lame words of doubt.
" Doubtless he died at this hour," she whispered . " In hospital
at Madeira. I have read of such things. His thoughts were with
me. His vision came to me. Oh, my John , my dear, dear , lost John !"
She broke out suddenly into a storm of weeping, and I led her
down into her cabin , where I left her with her sorrow. That
night a brisk breeze blew up from the east, and in the evening of
the next day we passed the two islets of Los Desertos , and
dropped anchor at sundown in the Bay of Funchal. The
Eastern Star lay no great distance from us, with the quarantine
flag flying from her main, and her Jack half way up her peak.
"You see," said Mrs. Vansittart quickly. She was dry-eyed
now, for she had known how it would be.
That night we received permission from the authorities to move
on board the Eastern Star. The Captain , Hines, was waiting
upon deck with confusion and grief contending upon his bluff face
as he sought for words with which to break this heavy tidings,
but she took the story from his lips.
DE. PROFUNDIS. 157
"I know that my husband is dead , " she said. " He died
yesterday night, about ten o'clock, in hospital at Madeira, did he
not ? "
The seaman stared aghast.
16
No, marm , he died eight days
ago at sea, and we had to bury
him out there, for
we lay in a belt
of calm , and
could not say
હજી સરખ
the rest the surgeon tells me that the leaden weight was not too
firmly fixed, and that seven days bring about changes which are
wont to fetch a body to the surface. Coming from the depth
which the weight would have sunk it to, he explains that it might
well attain such a velocity as to carry it clear of the water. Such
is my own explanation of the matter, and if you ask me what then
became of the body, I must recall to you that snapping, crackling
• sound, with the swirl in the water. The shark is a surface feeder
and is plentiful in those parts.
knew a man who could take so much liquor and show such
little result from it. The fact was that in the morning Plodkins
was never at his best, because he was nearer sober than in any
other part of the day, but after dinner a more entertaining, genial ,
generous, kind-hearted man than Hiram Plodkins could not be
found anywhere .
I want to speak of Plodkins's story with the calm , dispassionate
manner of a judge rather than with the partizanship of a favourable
witness ; and although my allusion to Plodkins's habits of intoxica-
tion may seem to him defamatory in character and unnecessary,
yet I mention them only to show that something terrible must
have occurred in the bath-room to make him stop short. The
extraordinary thing is from that day to this Plodkins has not
touched a drop of intoxicating liquor, which fact in itself strikes
me as more wonderful than the story he tells.
Plodkins was a frequent crosser on the Atlantic steamers . He
was connected with commercial houses on both sides ofthe Atlantic ,
selling in America for an English house, and buying in England
for an American establishment. I presume it was the experiences
in selling goods that led to his terrible habits of drinking. I
understood from him that out West, if you are selling goods , you
have to do a great deal of treating, and every time you treat
another man to a glass of wine, or a whiskey cocktail , you have , of
course, to drink with him. But this has nothing to do with
Plodkins's story .
. On an Atlantic liner, when there is a large list of passengers ,
especially of English passengers, it is difficult to get a convenient
hour in the morning at which to take a bath . This being the
case, the purser usually takes down the names of applicants and
assigns them a particular hour. Your hour may be, say, seven
o'clock in the morning. The next man comes on at half-past
seven, and the third man at eight, and so on . The bathroom
steward raps at your door when the proper time arrives , and
informs you that the bath is ready. You wrap a dressing-gown
or a cloak around you and go along the silent corridors to the
bath-room , coming back, generally before your half-hour is up ,
like a giant refreshed .
Plodkins's bath hour was seven o'clock in the morning. Mine
was half-past seven . On the particular morning in question , the
bath-room man did not call me, and I thought he had forgotten, so
I passed along the dark corridor and tried the bath-room door. I
found that it was not bolted, and as everything was quiet inside,
THE TERRIBLE EXPERIENCE OF PLODKINS. 161
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168 THE IDLER.
"I'M THE LORD CHANCELLOR !" "I'M THE LORD CHANCELLOR !!"
GEORGE GROSSMITH. LORD HALSBURY.
From a photo by Elliott and Fry, From a photo by Russell and Sons,
Baker Street, W. Baker Street, W.
busyjust this moment ? No. Well, I daresay you are aware that
I have the pleasure of being your next-door neighbour, lately
moved in ; and I thought I ought to call just to have a neigh-
bourly chat—er, that is, to express a hope that you have suffered
no annoyance from-from the-er-the grandfather's clock ticking
in my hall. Some persons are greatly disturbed by the ticking of
a clock."
As our villas stood at least forty feet apart it seemed hardly
necessary to assure him that the clock caused no annoyance.
My visitor was one of the strangest- looking persons I had ever
seen- more like a goblin than a man . He was very short and
absurdly plump ; his legs were extraordinarily short, small , and
bandy ; his ears enormous and aggressive ; he had a dreadful
squint, and a vast mouth ; he was perfectly bald with the excep-
tion of two sharp tufts of hair like horns over his ears ; his hands
and feet were large out of all proportion to him ; and yet he had
such a chubby, amiable face, characterised by an expression of
such boundless goodwill , geniality, and sympathy, that I loved
him at the first glance . He bellowed like a buccaneer ; but his
great voice had nothing unpleasant in its tones, being filled with
good humour and kindliness .
" Ah ! so glad to hear it," said he. " It's a great relief to my
mind. I often say to my daughter Amy-dear good child Amy,
6
and so like her poor mother-I often say, Amy, one has a
duty towards one's neighbours . One must always consider one's
neighbours . Most excellent girl is Amy- my only comfort.
• Now, I have no doubt that, as an eminent physician,
you come across many interesting cases-ah, severe and difficult
cases such as a medical man may gain great credit in curing ."
""
This man had evidently come to 66 pump me about some-
thing or other but he seemed such a pleasant fellow, and had
such a genial eye and winning manner, that I really could not
snub him .
" Such cases often occur, of course," I replied . " I have
certainly had to do with several very curious ”
" Ah ! just so," said Mr. Presterton eagerly, and drawing
his chair close to mine : " Easily contracted- and very severe
and painful - dangerous , you know, difficult to diagnose-and
apparently defying all the resources of medical skill, eh ? And
yet curable by a person who can manage to get at the clue of the
thing. A nice case that would create a widespread and absorbing
interest, and bring great glory to the doctor who should cure it ,
eh ? That's the sort of thing I want-oh- er- that is, I mean to
172 THE IDLER.
finally partial paralysis of the eyelids , the flexor muscles and the
muscles surrounding the spinal column ; disappearance of the
synovial fluid and ossification of the joints , partial deafness ,
epileptic fits and giddiness ; the whole accompanied by uninter-
mittent racking headaches, insomnia, excruciating pains in the
brain, behind the ears , under the diaphragm , and along the spine,
together with an intense and agonising tickling sensation under
the heels and in the palms of the hands ; and unquenchable thirst ,
nausea, heartburn , and fits of delirium-— ”
Mr. Presterton was rubbing his hands as if with intense satis-
faction ; his joyful grin seemed to expand to the walls and beyond
them ; he seemed to vibrate with joy until I could hardly see him.
"Capital ! The very thing ! " he said. " The sort of disease to
make a name for itself, and attract universal attention ." Then
his face suddenly fell as he said : " But perhaps you published a
book about that case, and it's well known now ? "
At this thought he seemed to be growing thinner and thinner-
to be sinking into his chair like a limp ag, and drying into a mere
husk. Again I rubbed my eyes, and pinched myself ; and the
man sat there in his natural aspect .
" No," I replied , " I did not. It occurred in a remote Indian
village, and hardly a soul knew of it but myself. It gave me a
deal of trouble-in fact, I am convinced that it would have foiled
all my efforts had I not, by the merest accident, discovered the
origin of it, and thus the clue to its cure."
“ Wonderful ! a most showy disease—the very thing ! " ex-
claimed Mr. Presterton excitedly, jumping up and clutching my
hand warmly. 66' My very dear sir-one more favour- tell me
how this disease is to be contracted ."
I shrank back from him. " I must decline, " I said, " to
place in your hands a piece of knowledge which might enable you
to-hang it , sir ! What on earth can be your motive in wanting
to know 99
Again I caught his genial eye, and was disarmed . " Oh , well, "
I said, " it's very foolish of me, but I will tell you the disease
was caused by repeatedly eating a certain fungus closely resembling
a mushroom in shape, but distinguished by bright green and
crimson spots."
" And the method of cure ? " said Mr. Presterton in his winning
way, again rising and swelling, swelling, swelling until he spread
all round and over me. I have always been weak-mindedly open
to persuasion ; I went and found the old diary which I had kept
174 THE IDLER .
in India, copied out my treatment of the case, and gave him the
copy and, with overpowering expressions of gratitude, he went
home ; or, rather, he floated out of the door , and was gone .
I was unable to sleep for a week or more after that, by reason
of anxiety about the foolish thing I had done ; and at the end of
that time I rushed round to my neighbour's house and rang the
bell. I nearly fell over the servant who opened the door, in my
anxiety to see Mr. Presterton ; and when she opened his room
door to announce me, I pushed her aside and dashed in.
I was conscious of a pretty girl - evidently his daughter
Amy-weeping hysterically on the mat, and holding out her hands
supplicatingly. Mr. Presterton seemed confused . The room
was like an oven, by reason of an enormous fire and no ventila-
tion ; and on a side table was a basket filled with fungi of
the shape of mushrooms, but spotted with green and crimson .
Mr. Presterton and I stared at each other for half a minute.
He was strangely altered ; much thinner and haggard, with
blue rings round his eyes , which were more prominent than ever.
His voice was far less powerful than before, and he kept his hand
upon the fifth button of his waistcoat as though he had a pain
there. He commenced a horrible grimace, which gradually
developed and grew as his smile had in the previous interview,
and was accompanied by a terrifying howk
" Well, the cat's out of the bag, doctor, " he said at last on
recovering himself, " and it can't be helped. But look here— I
don't know what's wrong-the symptoms don't seem to come
right yet. I've had some of the nausea-—a good deal of it ; and
I thought once that I had arrived at the sensation under the heel,
but it was only a tack on the floor-
66
' My good sir ! " I screamed , " I don't know whether you are
mad or not ; but I'm not. Do you suppose I'm going to allow
you to commit suicide in this- -How much of these horrible
fungi have you eaten ? "
" Oh, very little-very little indeed, " said Mr. Presterton .
"You see I wanted to see first whether I had got hold of the right
ones. I had a long search in the woods to find these . Do you
know, I fancy I've got on the right track- wait a bit—isn't that a
sensation under my left heel ? ”
Mr. P.'s features were lighted up with an expression of intense
hope and joy, which suddenly changed to a grimace worse than
the latest he howled . I suddenly threw the fungi on the glowing
fire, and threw open the window.
MR. PRESTERTON. 175
" And what on earth can be your reason for cooking yourself
93
in this way-
"Well, you see, " said Mr. Presterton , ruefully attempting to
dig the fungi out of the fire ; " I thought that, as your case
occurred in India , perhaps a high temperature was necessary for
99
the development of the-
" Sir ! " I broke in, " as I said before, I don't know whether
you are mad ; but I am not going to calmly stand by and allow
you to commit suicide."
" Suicide ! I ? " said he. " Bless my soul ; nothing's further
from my mind ! I see I shall have to tell you all about it .
Perhaps you have heard of young Dr. Winter, sir. No ? Ah,
well, well - I was afraid not ! That's just it, sir : nobody has heard
of him. He's engaged to Amy-sweet good girl Amy : adores
the young man . Hasn't had his chance yet ; as clever a boy as
ever breathed ; but he shall have his chance yet—I'll manage it !
Doctor, that young man's father was the best soul that ever
breathed ; and I injured him : first of all I married the lady he
had set his mind on (though I didn't know it at the time) —
sweetest woman that ever lived —and then I got an appointment he
had greatly desired , and they wouldn't let me give it up to him-they
refused , sir, on the absurd pretext that he wasn't so well qualified for
it as I ! —and finally an old uncle of ours left his property to my girl
Amy, instead of to him . That settled him , sir : he wouldn't
accept half the property from Amy, and be comforted : no, he died
of chagrin complicated by a bad cold which flew to the lungs . I
was paralysed with remorse, and solemnly vowed to myself to
make what reparation I could to the son he left-young George ;
young Dr. Winter-as good and clever a young man as ever——
Well, doctor, that poor boy does not seem to get on and
when I see such a lot of illness wasted on blind, perverse people
who can't recognise the cleverness of that boy , and call him in, I
am really tempted to find fault with the way the blessings of this
world are distributed ! " There he paused to howl deafeningly.
" Doctor, I have tried hard to give that poor boy a lift in his
profession : I once pretended to have a fit in the midst of a solo at
the Albert Hall in order that he might be mentioned in the papers
as ' treating the case with his well- known skill " ; I have, unknown
to him, distributed handbills about his neighbourhood recom-
mending the inhabitants to deal with no other doctor, and see that
they get him ; but Fate seems against him !
" But I see the way to do it. What the boy requires is a great
176 THE IDLER.
hit ; and this disease of yours is the very thing. Don't you think,
perhaps, if I tried again-with more fungi and a bigger fire ? "
I shrugged my shoulders and said I washed my hands of any
such business ; but, before I departed , Mr. Presterton had besought
me so earnestly, with tears in his eyes, to say nothing about the
affair to a soul, that
I had weakly pro-
mised . However ,
I decided to quietly
keep my eye on Mr.
Presterton . I gave
him an antidote,
and left.
The next time
I dropped in to see
SD
-
At last one night, as I crept softly into the room , George had
fallen asleep in a chair by the fire, from the sheer monotony of
his patient's tirade.
"Yah !" yelled Suddenly the
Mr. Presterton . patient perceived
" Duffer ! Dunce ! that his volleys of
Dunderhead !, A satire were being
deal you know of fired off at deaf
medicine ! Mix'em ears ; his chuckles
all together, young suddenly ceased ;
man, in one big he stretched out a
basin ; and I'll take lean hand for a
' em all at once. paraffin lamp that
Ho , ho ! Here's the stood by the bed ;
— he raised it slowly
pain, young man-
just here, hooting aloft with his re-
at you. Get a maining strength
terrier to ferret it and took deliberate
out, you Winter- aim at the sleeper
he'll do it better -and with the
than you. He ! he! crash that followed
Give me paper and I awoke from the
effects of the anæs-
an envelope to
write to the Lancet thetic.
about you. Quack,
quack, quack ! "
By F. W. ROBINSON .
ILLUSTRATED BY THE MISSES HAMMOND .
has nothing to do with the story, save that I put it down to rough
treatment in my early years.
I daresay if my parents had stopped much longer in the court ,
George and I might have got over our antipathies, but my mother
died, and my father went to America suddenly and surreptitiously
with another female, and was never heard of more, and I was
taken under the protection of the Lambeth Guardians, who fed
and educated me economically, and after a funny fashion of their
own, Board Schools being not then in existence, and finally pitched
me into the world to earn a living for myself at an extremely early
age. I was apprenticed to a fishmonger in Lambeth Walk before
I was thirteen, and here I came across George Criddles once
more, in exactly the same line of business, too, at a fish-
monger's on the opposite side of the street. George was thirteen
years of age also, and short for his age, but very square . I was
developing into something tall and man-like. George called me
" rushlight," on the strength of it, when he did not call me
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workus," which was more offensive, and led to blows-to many
blows one afternoon in George Street, Regent Street, where the
life was nearly knocked out of me, after five and twenty rounds ,
and George was in a similar condition, only more " " up to time."
Constable L357 separated us, but had the manliness not to run
us in. He had boys of his own , he told the audience assembled ,
and wished he hadn't. Then he shook us by the throats, knocked
both our heads together, and resumed his beat with dignity. We
had various skirmishes after that too many to particularise-and
then George went away to the West End, and I lost sight of him
again until we were both young men. George had grown up
in an ignorant, happy-go-lucky fashion , and was reputed to be a
man of business-a good seller-and could, if voice went for
anything, make the welkin ring-and the whole street ring,
too with his vociferous demands upon the public attention .
And we both began business in the same street, too — in
Lower Marsh, Lambeth, close to the homes of our infancy.
Somehow and I never could account for this-George Criddles got
on in the world much faster than I did . Superior abilities did not
seem to count, and ignorance had it all its own way, which
bothered me. I had joined a debating club in Gibson Street, and
was inclined to ruminate on the fitness of things when I had the
time to spare, and I could not see any fitness in George Criddles
being thought so much of by his master. He did not deserve it.
There was nothing in George . When we met after business
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never will now, being dead and gone, poor thing-that he was
actually made a partner in the business before I was foreman
under Johnson . I don't know why I felt this, but I did acutely.
It was because I had known Criddles for so long, and had had a
poor opinion of him for so long too, that my feelings were
" flustered" at the news, and because he was so awful full of it ,
and swaggered about the Cut and Marsh as though the street
belonged to him. He thought too much of himself, George did.
He does now, for the matter of that, but I don't interfere with him.
At seventy-three the steam oozes out of the system , and I am too
old now to put him in his place . When his health gave way, old
Jenkins retired from business , and took a villa on Brixton Hill , Lord
bless you, where all the tradesmen retire to , because it's high and
airy ; and you might have knocked me down with a feather when I
heard that Criddles had married Polly Jenkins, and got his
father-in-law's business into the bargain. He had " worked it to
rights," Criddles had , as it appeared . For appearances are decep-
tive , mind you, and pride goeth before a fall, and serve it jolly
well right, too.
George began to cut too much of a dash after that, and to take
in sporting papers, and he gave me the most patronising of nods
when I came across him in the street, and then his babies turned
up, and the fuss he made over them was enough to make you sick.
He refurnished his drawing-room over the shop, too, and people
who saw it in its prime have told me that it was a blaze of splen-
dour, and had more glass shades and antimacassars in it than the
fancy shop had in the Waterloo Road. I never saw it myself—I
was not one of the privileged ones-oh, no ! All that was for his
sporting friends—the men who gave him tips and laid him odds
—and I was not sorry when I heard that his father-in-law had told
Barnes, the grocer, in the Marsh, that he was afraid George was
going it too fast and holding his head too high. And Jenkins was
right enough, though it did not come to a crisis in his time.
Jenkins died, and left his property to be divided amongst his seven
unmarried daughters , whom he had taken away to Brixton Hill .
George Criddles had had the business , and that was thought
enough for him-more than enough, as it turned out.
Johnson was the next to go off in a fit of delirium tremens. It
was very sudden, and his widow, a woman with two girls of
her own, was a frightful hand at management. Well, I married
Mrs. Johnson. She was fifteen years my senior, but there was no
one understood the business save myself, and it was going to
186 THE IDLER.
rack and ruin , and I did not like to see a lone widow imposed upon.
Johnson had not left his relict any money to boast of. There was
an assurance on his life for two hundred pounds , but he had
borrowed a hundred pounds on the strength of it, and spent it all
on Unsweetened Gin, but the balance came in handy at a pinch
-when we got it.
We were a long time getting that balance, and if George
Criddles had not stepped round one afternoon and offered to
advance it to me, and to wait for the life assurance money to come
in, I don't know what we should have done. I will own that was
a bit friendly of George , at all events it looked like it. People in
the Marsh said it was, but I'm not so sure he didn't want to sneak
the business by degrees, and get the monopoly of all the blessed
fish in the neighbourhood . It was very well to say that
he was sorry for poor Mrs. Johnson. What right had he to be
more sorry than anybody else ? Mrs. Johnson knew how to take
care of herself—at least, she did when she became Mrs. Tooser—
for it was not a happy match for me ; I got the worst of it in the
long run. She wouldn't listen to the voice of wisdom. She
assumed on her superior years, and tried to make a slave of me.
Our first quarrel was over that insurance money, for when it
came in she wished Criddles to be paid right off, without giving
a fellow time to turn round. And that would not do, and I told
her so. I told Criddles so , too, and he was more reasonable and
sensible. He took it back by instalments, so long as I was able
to pay instalments that was, for business got dreadfully bad and
payments were not to be kept up with a wearisome regularity.
His last two or three were not paid until he county-courted me—
an unfriendly proceeding which made us bitter foes for the re-
mainder of our lives almost. I could not abide the sight of
Criddles after that, and I know I was not a pleasing object in his
sight. We took to paying each other out when we got a chance—
that was the beginning of our lasting feud . I should not like to
say now who began it—perhaps it was Criddles, perhaps it was I
who took the initiative ; we have many an argument over that
still, and old Criddles won't give way. He was always a pig-
hreaded fellow was George.
We had jogged along at the fishmongering a good many years
when we took to violent opposition . George Criddles was not
doing so well as he used to do, and half the money that he made
in fish went into the pockets of the betting men, and I know his
wife used to fret a great deal over his goings on. He was as often
" TWO OF A TRADE ." 187
prices-every human being in the Marsh was supplied and did not
want any more . We opened on Sunday morning, but it was sum-
mer time, and the weather was against us-you could have smelt
our shell-fish at the foot of Westminster Bridge. There was
nothing left for them but decent burial- which took place, with due
solemnity, in the back yard .
But I had my revenge next week- I took it out of him in
herrings, and he retaliated with flounders , and having once tasted
blood, as it were, we never stopped
again. We began to achieve noto-
riety ; people came from Lambeth
Walk and the Borough to deal with
Criddles or Tooser, came for the fun
of the thing, too , and stood in mobs
in the roadway until the police had
to clear the way by brute force. The
costermongers called upon us instead
ofgoing to market, and we had depu-
tations from the trade once a week
begging us to leave off and remonstrat-
ing with us generally, but we kept
on ; we were not going to give in , we
hated each other too much for any
possibility of that kind.
To complicate matters, we found
out about this time that Selina John-
son, a grown-up girl of seventeen, had
become fond of Criddles's eldest son,
SHE HAD GONE DOWN ON HER KNEES TO ME.'"1
a bit of a boy of twenty-one, so far
had time skipped along with us all, and this kind of game had been
going on for years without anyone guessing at it. Criddles was
furious, so was I. Criddles said he'd cut off his son and heir with
a shilling if he thought anything more of that Selina, and I told
Selina one night, after she had gone down on her knees to me and
begged me not to be too hard on the Criddleses- I was getting the
upper hand then-and to let her marry Jack Criddles, and to be
comfortable all round, that I would see Jack Criddles hanged ,
drawn, and quartered before she should have him, or he should
ever darken my doors. Criddles and I had one more point of contact
-we did not want any marriages in the family. Montague and
Capulet were not more fixed in their decree than we were. And it
turned out in much the same way. The young people flew in the
" TWO OF A TRADE ." 189
face of all parental and step- parental authority, and got married on
their own account and went clean away to America.
Mrs. Tooser shed tears, and I said it was a good riddance, and
there were some more words , heaps of them, till a letter came from
Selina in America , saying that she was very happy, and that her
Jack had got an excellent situation , and everything was promising,
when Mrs. Tooser was comforted and became only normally
aggravating and contradictory.
And then Criddles " bust up." There came a crisis suddenly,
and he utterly collapsed ; the salesmen were down upon him like
a flash of lightning, and the brokers were in for rent, and the
shutters were up before his old- established fish emporium. George
Criddles was bankrupt from top to toe, and I remember his coming
outside my shop on the day he was done for, and standing before
me with his hands in his pockets, and very much the worse for
the liquor he had had at the Patriot, and saying, " Well , you've
done it at last, Tooser. Ain't you pleased ? Ain't you're going
off your bloomin ' head for joy ? "
" No, I ain't."
" You've ruined me."
" You tried to ruin me."
" Come round Lucretia Street and have a round or two. Let's
fight it out, you But I will not sully these pages by in-
forming the reader what he said I was . The observation was
uncalled for.
I declined his invitation to go round Lucretia Street, and then
he deliberately took off his coat, gave it to a perfect stranger to
mind-who immediately ran away with it -and began dancing
round me, and telling me to come on ." I did not " come on."
He was much too overgrown now. George Criddles had to be
removed to the Tower Street Station House, and was fined five
shillings in the morning at the police court.
I ought to have prospered with one fishmonger the less about ;
but I did not. Trade did not improve-fresh fishmongers turned
up, bad debts fell in, there was a scarcity of fish, and famine
prices followed, and luck went dead against me somehow ; and
Mrs. Tooser died, and let me in for the funeral expenses , and her
other daughter went away to join the undutiful Selina, and
presently the landlord sent the brokers in to me, too, and sold me
up, lock, stock and barrel. I was as
clean done for as George Criddles.
Like him I faded out of Lower Marsh,
and led a hand to mouth existence
for no end of years ; got old and
scarred, fighting hard to live, had
one or two shopmen's berths , and
was eventually dismissed for not
being as brisk and active enough as
I was when I was five and twenty,
the fools said, and became eventually
a poor, broken-down, dilapidated
coster, still in the fish trade , and
trundling about with a barrow from
early morning till late at night, tak-
ing my " pitch" in East Street, Wal-
worth, or the London Road, and
sometimes , for old associations ' sake,
in the Cut again, and here I came
"A POOR, BROKEN-DOWN COSTER.' upon George Criddles once more,
just as old and grey, and weather-
beaten , and tattered and torn by the claws of bad luck.
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What, Criddles ! "
"What, Tooser ! "
" TWO OF A TRADE .” Igr
"You TWO SHAKE HANDS, WILL YOU ? " SHE SAID AT LAST.
LOMM
BY EDEN PHILLPOTTS .
ILLUSTRATED BY IRVING MONTAGU .
શબીરભા
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made my way through the wash-hand stand in the " Russet Room "
and stood before Talbot Warren . I am nothing by gaslight, and,
to my surprise and irritation , Warren's gas still burnt. He was
dressed and sitting by the fire examining a huge lethal weapon
with two barrels. He looked up and caught my wan, weird eyes
fixed upon him.
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' Oh, you're the ghost, I suppose ? " he said rather carelessly.
I approached him and endeavoured to touch his brow with my
icy forefinger, but he arose from his chair, regarded me insolently,
and I hate to write it-walked straight through me. I was
never so put out in my life ; I should have hardly conceived such
a thing to be possible ; I nearly choked with indignation . Fo:
sheer, unadulterated vulgarity, the man who intentionally walks
through a ghost may fairly be said to stand alone . You tangible
ponderable people who read cannot remotely imagine my feelings ;
but any spectre will . Revenge was my one idea.
Having, by this outrage, convinced himself of my unsubstantial
nature, the little cad looked me up and down critically and
contemptuously. Then said he : " You can't upset my plans, any-
how."
The knowledge that he had plans comforted me somewhat. That
they were nefarious I gathered from the pistol which he carried ; and
that I would confound and outwit him at all costs I also
determined .
Not until two in the morning did he prepare for action. Mean-
time, rendering myself wholly invisible , I sat on a chest of drawers
and watched him. At the hour named, he shut his book, partially
unrobed, put on his slippers, produced a " jemmy " and a dark
lantern, picked up his weapon , and silently crawled downstairs .
The hideous truth flashed upon me. He was one of some gang
of burglars, and now intended throwing open the house to his
accomplices ! What was to be done ? Our household lay buried in
sleep. Warren stole to the butler's room. Once within it , a stroke
or two from his detestable apparatus would put the plate at his
mercy.
For one brief moment I lost my nerve. The responsibility of
my position was terrible. Then I strung myself to the struggle,
and attacked him. But, in spite of my frantic gesticulations,
aerial gyrations, and supernatural manifestations, the ruffian kept
on his evil way unmoved . dashed about, and tried hard to ma'.c
him get excited and impatient and worried, but he was as cool as
a cucumber, and told me to " keep my hair on, " whatever that
200 THE IDLER.
Get out of this room, you little brute. Don't stand there waving
about, like a shirt on a clothes-line . Go on, get out of it, or I'll
strangle you ."
I went. It was no good stopping . He couldn't strangle me,
of course ; but it is impossible to explain a difficult thing like
burglary, in pantomime, to a man who can hardly see straight for
temper. I almost wept ghostly tears. Never before had the pathos
and powerlessness of my position been so impressed upon me.
In this sorry plight I sought my little friend Winifred, the
Squire's grand-daughter before mentioned . She was lying wide-
awake, silent and speculative as small children will . I loomed
through a screen, covered with pictures from Christmas numbers ,
and she arose from her cot-a wee, comical white figure, faintly
illumined by a night-light.
" How is you, dear doast ? " she inquired.
My mystic presence always gratified her.
She chuckled and chir-
ruped in baby fashion .
while I beckoned and
moved towards the door.
Then the nurse awoke, peeped two angry eyes over her counter-
pane and gave me some plainly-worded advice.
" Shame on you , ghost. Aint you got nothing better to do than
scare childer and wake decent women folks . Be off with you, you
old blackguard , or it's a bell, book and candle I'll fetch ." I only
wished she would fetch a bell- and ring it.
" Dood night, dear doast ! " cried my small friend , as I sank
through the floor into the footman's chamber . - Here further failure
awaited me. I could not so much as wake the man. His was no
natural sleep, but some species of loathsome hibernation rather,
entirely beyond my power to conquer or dispel .
And downstairs the inexpressible Warren was filling a sack
with choice spoil and drinking dry sherry from the decanter.
I dashed out of doors to see if anything could be done with the
watch-dog, a massive brute, judged without sufficient reason to be
ferocious . He was asleep, of course, but came forth from his
kennel when I touched his nose, recognised me instantly, wagged
his idiotic tail, and showed an evident desire to be patted . I
couldn't pat him, but I should like to have kicked him, and I'm
not ashamed to say so. Never was a well- meaning apparition
more justified in losing its temper than I on that hateful night . I
tried to rouse the dog's spirit ; I
threw imaginary stones, and frisked
about and pretended to steal its
supper ; but the lumbering brute
regarded me with that good - tem-
pered glance bred from conscious
superiority, and then went back
into its kennel .
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Warren had now taken his sack into the dining - room , had cut
two window-panes out with a diamond (why, I could not at the
time understand) , and then, opening the window widely, lowered
his booty into the garden . I fled out again to strike terror , if
possible, into the hearts of his vile accomplices, but found, to my
surprise, that there were none . Single-handed he was effecting
his dark scheme.
Then a final desperate resolution came to my mind : I would
rouse Miss Ethel Smithson herself, and show her the man she
loved in his true colours .
Even then, my natural kindness of disposition caused me to
hesitate. But if you see , as I did then , love's young dream
drifting into a nightmare, you are justified in shattering it . No
burglar could bring true and lasting happiness into a gentle-
woman's life. That, at least, is my view.
Why, ghost," said Ethel , rubbing her eyes after I had waked
her ; " I don't think it was kind of you to spoil a beautiful dream I
was having about- but never mind, it won't interest you."
I beckoned mystically, and she showed a little interest . I retreated ,
inch by inch, to the door , waving her after me. Hamlet's father's
spirit never did anything better or more solemn and impressive.
By all the curiosity of young ladies, she rose ! She put on a
dressing-gown and slippers ! She said, " Whatever is it ? I do
hope there's nothing happened to Talbot. " My heart bled for her,
but I was firm , and she followed me out on to the dark landing.
A dim light flickered from a doorway far below. This Miss
Smithson instantly observed, and deducing a theory therefrom
with marvellous celerity, had the good sense to cry " Thieves ! "
louder than I should have supposed it possible for her to do so .
Then she bolted into her father's room, made the same remark , and
finally retired to her own apartment , locking the door behind her.
" Alarums and excursions " were thereupon the order of the
night, while the behaviour of the outrageous Warren passed belief.
At the first sound of the tumult , he deliberately fired off his pistol
through the top of his hat, and discharged the other barrel into a
rather valuable hunting picture which hung above the sideboard . He
then leapt through the open window into the garden , rolled himself
in the mud, rose and galloped off into the darkness, shouting " This
way ! Follow me ; I've got the scoundrels ! Help here , help ! "
I need not point out that these expressions were calculated to
give an utterly false impression of the situation and circum-
stances. I had been grossly deceived, as the rest of the family
were now about to be.
204 THE IDLler .
Squire Smithson came down the front stairs with a life pre-
server, and my hibernating footman rushed down the back stairs
with another. The Squire kicked an umbrella - stand with his
This gave
naked foot and stopped a moment to talk to himself.
the menial some advantage of ground , and when the head of the
house reached his dining -room window, he found a man half way
out of it. It was too dark to distinguish friend or foe , and Squire
Smithson, making a dash at the figure, brought down his life pre-
server with considerable brute force. I cannot pretend to say I
was sorry for this. The injured domestic screamed and was about
to beg for mercy, when a mutual recognition occurred , and he con-
tented himself with giving warning. Then they tumbled out of
the window together and hastened to where great shouting arose
from a distant shrubbery. A tramp, hearing the riot, got over
the wall of the kitchen garden at the back of the house to
help, and fell through the roof of a vinery. There he was
ultimately discovered, cut to ribbons, and it took him all his
time for an hour to explain his intentions. The dog, of course ,
began barking now as if he had known all from the first, and only
waited the right moment ; maids were screaming in pairs from
lifferent windows , and some fool in the house (the butler, I
Imagine) was beating the dinner- gong-doubtless to conceal his
own cowardly emotions. For my own part, I was in twenty
places at once, whirling through the dark air, issuing directions,
explaining everything in dumb show, and making the entire concern
as clear as daylight, but nobody paid the slightest attention to me.
Warren at length returned , breathless and bedraggled . He
recovered with great apparent effort, gave utterance to a succession
of dastardly falsehoods, and became the hero of the hour.
The scamp related how a noise had wakened him ; how, see-
ing a light in the hall, he had crept downstairs , to find two
ruffians with black masks lowering a sack of valuables out of the
dining-room window ; how he had hurled himself upon them with
the courage of an army ; how they had twice fired point-blank at
him , and then fled ; how he had followed them, seized one , and
struggled with him ; how, finally, they had succeeded in escaping
from him.
And there was an end of the matter , for , of course, it appeared
impossible to question the truth of the story, or raise any further
Joubt about the moral and physical pluck of a young man who
could do these things.
Next morning the pistol was discovered in the garden ; de-
A SPECTRE'S DILEMMA. 205
tectives wandered
about, lunched at
the Squire's ex-
pense, found clues ,
and tookthe address
of the tramp who had
fallen into the green-
house. This man had
departed a physical wreck,
swearing that he would
never put himself out of
the way again for any- " I DON'T THINK IT WAS KIND OF
"1
body as long as he lived . You To SPOIL A BEAUTIFUL DREAM.'
And all because Squire
Smithson did not see his way to recompense him for what
he had done . The local paper published two columns of
sickening adulation upon the subject of Talbot Warren ;
Ethel's father consented to her engagement, and bitterest
blow of all- thought it proper and decent to publicly censure
me at breakfast, before the servants, for the part that I had
played.
"What's the use of a paltry phantom that cannot even
scare burglars away from a family mansion ? " he asked.
"The poor little chap did his best, " said Ethel . .
"Yes, after it was all over and the inischief nearly done.
If he'd had the pluck of a mouse, he would have gone down
to help Warren, instead of fluttering about making faces and
doing nothing, and getting in the way. Why didn't he speak up
like a man ? "
The brute Warren said he thought that most spectres were
bad at heart, and the butler ventured to agree with him .
I am leaving Capon Hall. These incidents have knocked all
the spirit out of me. I wish to say no bitter word of anybody ;
it is more in sorrow than anger that I write ; but misunderstanding
so disgusting, coupled with loss of self-respect so complete, can
neither be lightly forgiven nor forgotten .
Change, repose, lapse of ages are all necessary to the renewal
of my shattered moral tone and vital principle. It may be many
centuries before I re-visit "the glimpses of the moon ." If I
had my way I should never haunt again . In my case the game
is not worth the phosphorescence. There obtains an idiotic
belief among men that " all appearances are deceitful" ; but that
such a rule has many exceptions I can only trust this narrative
will sufficiently prove.
The Conspiracy of Mrs. Bunker.
BY BRET HARTE .
ILLUSTRATED BY G. HUTCHINSON .
PART II .
Express or Post Office. These papers will be left at your house, but here I
must trust entirely to your wit and judgment as to the way in which they
should be delivered to my agent at the nearest Mexican port. To facilitate
your action, your husband will receive directiors to pursue his course as far
South as Todos Santos, where a boat will be ready to take charge of them when
he is sighted. I know I am asking a great favour, but I have such confidence
in you that I do not even ask you to commit yourself to a reply to this. If it
can be done, I know that you
will do it ; if it cannot, I will
understand and appreciate the
reason why. I will only ask you
that when you are ready to re-
ceive the papers you will fly a
small red pennant from the little
flagstaff among the rocks. Be-
lieve me, your friend and grateful
debtor,
" W. M."
Mrs. Bunker cast a hasty
glance around her, and
pressed the letter to her lips.
It was a sudden consumma-
tion of her vaguest, half-
formed wishes, the realisa-
tion of her wildest dreams !
To be the confidant of the
gallant but melancholy he.o
in his lonely exile and per-
secution was to satisfy all
the unformulated romantic
fancies of her girlish read-
ing ; to be later, perhaps ,
" CAME DOWN TO THE LITTLE CABIN." the Flora Macdonald of a
middle-aged Prince Charlie did not, however, evoke any ludicrous
associations in her mind. Her feminine fancy exalted the escaped
duellist and alleged assassin into a social martyr. His actual small
political intrigues and ignoble aims of office seemed to her little
different from those aspirations of royalty which she had read
about-as perhaps they were . Indeed, it is to be feared that in
foolish little Mrs. Bunker Wynyard Marion had found the old
feminine adoration of pretension and privilege which every rascal
has taken advantage of since the flood.
Howbeit, the next morning after she had returned and Zephas
had sailed away, she flew a red bandanna handkerchief on the
212 THE IDLER.
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Gro,Hutchinson
One day she had a singular fright. She had heard the sound
of oars falling with a precision and regularity unknown to
her. She was startled to see the approach of a large eight- oar
barge rowed by men in uniform , with two officers wrapped in
cloaks in the stern sheets, and before them the glitter of musket
barrels. The two officers appeared to be conversing earnestly,
and occasionally pointing to the shore and the bluff above. For
an instant she trembled , and then an instinct of revolt and resist-
ance followed. She hurriedly removed the ring, which she usually
THE CONSPIRACY OF MRS. BUNKER. 215
wore when alone, from her finger, slipped it with the packet under
the mattress of her bed , and prepared with blazing eyes to face
the intruders . But when the boat landed , the two officers , with
scarcely a glance towards the cottage, proceeded leisurely along
the shore. Relieved , yet it must be confessed a little piqued at
their indifference, she snatched up her hat and sallied forth to
confront them.
" I suppose you don't know that this is private property," she
said, sharply.
The group halted and turned towards her. The orderly, who
was following, turned his face aside and smiled . The younger
officer demurely lifted his cap. The elder, grey, handsome, in a
general's uniform, after a moment's half-astounded , half- amused
scrutiny of the little figure, gravely raised his gauntleted fingers
in a military salute .
" I beg your pardon , Madam , but I am afraid we never even
thought of that. We are making a preliminary survey for the
Government with a possible view of fortifying the bluff. It is very
doubtful if you will be disturbed in any rights you may have , but
if you are, the Government will not fail to make it good to you."
He turned carelessly to the aide beside him . " I suppose the bluff
is quite inaccessible from here ?"
" I don't know about that, general . They say that Marion , after
he killed Henderson , escaped down this way," said the young man.
" Indeed-what good was that ? How did he get away from
here ?"
" They say that Mrs. Fairfax was hanging round in a boat,
waiting for him. The story of the escape is all out now."
They moved away with a slight perfunctory bow to Mrs.
Bunker, only the younger officer noting that the pert, pretty little
Western woman wasn't as sharp and snappy to his superior as
she had at first promised to be.
She turned back to the cottage astounded , angry and vaguely
alarmed. Who was this Mrs. Fairfax who had usurped her fame
and solitary devotion ? There was no woman in the boat that took
him off ; it was equally well known that he went in the ship alone.
If they had heard that some woman was with him here- why
should they have supposed it was Mrs. Fairfax ? Zephas might
know something but he was away. The thought haunted her that
day and the next . On the third came a more startling incident.
She had been wandering along the edge of her domain in a
state of restlessness which had driven her from the monotony ofthe
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216 THE IDLER.
house when she heard the barking of the big Newfoundland dog
which Zephas had lately bought for protection and company.
She looked up and saw the boat and its solitary rower at the
landing. She ran quickly to the house to bring the packet. As
she entered she started back in amazement. For the sitting-
room was already in possession of a woman who was seated
calmly by the table.
The stranger turned on Mrs. Bunker that frankly insolent
glance and deliberate examination which only one woman can
give another. In that glance Mrs. Bunker felt herself in the
presence of a superior, even if her own eyes had not told her that
in beauty, attire and bearing the intruder was of a type and con-
dition far beyond her own, or even that of any she had known .
It was the more crushing that there also seemed to be in this
haughty woman the same incongruousness and sharp contrast to
the plain and homely surroundings of the cottage that she remem-
bered in him.
" Yo aw Mrs. Bunker, I believe," she said in languid Southern
accents. " How de doh .".
" I am Mrs. Bunker," said Mrs. Bunker shortly.
"And so this is where Cunnle Marion stopped when he waited
fo' the boat to take him off," said the stranger, glancing lazily
around, and delaying with smiling insolence the explanation she
knew Mrs. Bunker was expecting. " The Cunnle said it was a
pooh enough place, but I don't see it. I reckon, however , he was
too worried to judge and glad enough to get off. Yo' ought to
have made him talk-he generally don't want much prompting to
talk to women, if they're pooty."
"He didn't seem in a hurry to go," said Mrs. Bunker indig-
nantly. The next moment she saw her error, even before the
cruel, handsome smile of her unbidden guest revealed it .
" I thought so, " she said lazily ; " this is the place and here's
where the Cunnle stayed. Only yo' oughtn't have given him and
yo'self away to the first stranger quite so easy. The Cunnle
might have taught yo' that the two or three hours he was
with yo'."
"What do you want with me ? " demanded Mrs. Bunker
angrily.
" I want a letter yo' have for me from Cunnle Marion. "
" I have nothing for you, " said Mrs. Bunker. " I don't know
who you are."
THE CONSPIRACY OF MRS. BUNKER . 217
" Thank yo' , Mrs. Bunker . I'll be sure to tell the Cunnle how
careful yo' were not to give up his correspondence to everybody.
It'll please him mo' than to hear yo' are wearing his ring-which
everybody knows-before people."
" He gave it to me-he-he knew I wouldn't take money,"
said Mrs. Bunker indignantly.
" He didn't have any to give," said the lady slowly, as she
removed the envelope from her letter and looked up with a
dazzling but cruel smile. " A So'th'n gentleman don't fill up his
pockets when he goes out to fight. He don't tuck his Maw's
Bible in his breast pocket, clap his dear Auntie's locket big as a
cheese plate over his heart, nor let his sole leather cigyar case that
his gyerl gave him lie round him in spots when he goes out to
take another gentleman's fire. He leaves that to Yanks ! "
" Did you come here to insult my husband ? " said Mrs. Bunker
in the rage of desperation .
" To insult yo' husband ! Well-I came here to get a letter
that his wife received from his political and natural enemy and—
perhaps I did ! " With a side glance at Mrs. Bunker's crimson
cheek she added carelessly, "I have nothing against Captain
Bunker, he's a straightforward man and must go with his kind . He
helped those hounds of Vigilantes because he believes in them .
We couldn't bribe him if we wanted to. And we don't."
If she only knew something of this woman's relations to
Marion-which - she only instinctively suspected -and could
retaliate upon her, Mrs. Bunker felt she would have given up her
life at that moment.
" Colonel Marion seems to find plenty that he can bribe ," she
said roughly, " and I've yet to know who you are to sit in judg-
ment on them . You've got your letter, take it and go ! When he
wants to send you another through me, somebody else must come
for it, not you . That's all ! "
She drew back as if to let the intruder pass , but the lady, with-
out moving a muscle, finished the reading of her letter, then
stood up quietly and began carefully to draw her handsome cloak
over her shoulders . " Yo' want to know who I am, Mrs. Bunker,"
she said, arranging the velvet collar under her white oval chin.
"Well, I'm a So'th'n woman from Figinya, and I'm Fygynian
first, last, and all the time." She shook out her sleeves and the
folds of her cloak. " I believe in State rights and Slavery- if you
know what that means. I hate the North, I hate the East , I hate
the West. I hate this nigger Government, I'd kill that man
THE CONSPIRACY OF MRS. BUNKER. 219
Lincoln quicker than lightning ! " She began to draw down the
fingers of her gloves, holding her shapely hands upright before
her. " I'm hard and fast to the Cause. I gave up house and
niggers for it." She began to button her gloves at the wrist with
some difficulty, tightly setting together her beautiful lips as she did
.
so. “ I gave up my husband for it, and I went to the man who
loved it better and had risked more for it than ever he had .
Cunnle Marion's my friend. I'm Mrs. Fairfax, Josephine Hardee
that was ; his disciple and follower . Well, maybe those puritanical
No'th'n folks might give it another name ! "
She moved slowly towards the door, but on the threshold
paused, as Colonel Marion had, and came back to Mrs. Bunker
with an outstretched hand. " I don't see that yo' and me need
quo" . I didn't come here for. that. I came here to see your
husband, and seeing you I thought it was only right to talk
squarely to you , as you understand I wouldn't talk to your husband.
Mrs. Bunker, I want your husband to take me away-I want him
to take me to the Cunnle. If I tried to go in any other way I'd
be watched, spied upon and followed, and only lead those hounds
on his track. I don't expect yo ' to ask yo' husband for me, but
only not to interfere when I do."
There was a touch of unexpected weakness in her voice and a
look of pain in her eyes which was not unlike what Mrs. Bunker
had seen and pitied in Marion . But they were the eyes of a
woman who had humbled her, and Mrs. Bunker would have been
unworthy her sex if she had not felt a cruel enjoyment in it. Yet
the dominance of the stranger was still so strong she did not dare
to refuse the proffered hand . She, however, slipped the ring from
her finger, and laid it in Mrs. Fairfax's palm.
"You can take that with you," she said, with a desperate
attempt to imitate the other's previous indifference . " I shouldn't
like to deprive you and your friend of the opportunity of making
use of it again. As for my husband I shall say nothing of you to
him as long as you say nothing to him of me—which I suppose is
what you mean ."
The insolent look came back to Mrs. Fairfax's face. " I reckon
yo're right," she said quietly, putting the ring in her pocket as she
fixed her dark eyes on Mrs. Bunker, " and the ring may be of use
again. Good- bye , Mrs. Bunker."
She waved her hand carelessly, and turning away passed out
of the house. A moment later the boat and its two occupants
pushed from the shore, and disappeared round the Point.
220 THE IDLER.
Then Mrs. Bunker looked round the room and down upon her
empty finger, and knew that it was the end of her dream . It
was all over now- indeed, with the picture of that proud, insolent
woman before her she wondered if it had ever begun. This was
the woman she had allowed herself to think she might be. This
was the woman he was thinking of when he sat there ; this was
the Mrs. Fairfax the officers had spoken of, and who had made her
-Mrs . Bunker-the go-between for their lovemaking ! All the
work that she had done for him , the deceit she had practised on
her husband, was to bring him and this woman together ! And
they both knew it, and had no doubt laughed at her and her
pretensions.
It was with a burning cheek that she thought how she had in-
tended to go to Marion , and imagined herself arriving perhaps to
find that shameless woman already there. In her vague unformu-
lated longings she had never before realised the degradation into
which her foolish romance might lead her. She saw it now ; that
humiliating moral lesson we are all apt to experience in the acci-
dental display of our own particular vices in the person we hate,
she had just felt in Mrs. Fairfax's presence . With it came the
paralysing fear of her husband's discovery of her secret. Secure
as she had been in her dull belief that he had in some way wronged
her by marrying her, she for the first time began to doubt if this
condoned the deceit she had practised on him. The tribute Mrs.
Fairfax had paid him-this appreciation of his integrity and
honesty by an enemy and a woman like herself-troubled her,
frightened her, and filled her with her first jealousy ! What if this
woman should tell him all ; what if she should make use of him
as Marion had of her. Zephas was a strong Northern partisan ,
but was he proof against the guileful charms of such a devil ? She
had never thought before of questioning his fidelity to her ; she
suddenly remembered now some rough pleasantries of Captain
Simmons in regard to the inconstancy of his calling. No ! there
was but one thing for her to do ; she would make a clean breast to
him ; she would tell him everything she had done except the fatal
fancy that compelled her to it ! She began to look for his coming
now with alternate hope and fear-with unabated impatience !
The night that he should have arrived passed slowly ; morning
came, but not Zephas. When the mist had lifted she ran im-
patiently to the rocks and gazed anxiously towards the lower bay.
There were a few grey sails scarce distinguishable above the
greyer water-but they were not his . She glanced half mechani-
THE CONSPIRACY OF MRS. BUNKER. 221
cally seawards, and her eyes became suddenly fixed. There was
no mistake ! She knew the rig !-she could see the familiar
white lap-streak as the vessel careened on the starboard tack- it
washerhusband's schooner slowly creeping out ofthe Golden Gate !
(To be concluded.)
MARCH .
THE IDEAL.
THE REAL.
CLUB
SallyHarty
Jerome com- No, it is not at all the sort of thing I meant. You
see, it came about in this way : I thought that
plaineth of a
" Music Halls " would make an interesting subject for
certain contri-
a paper ; so I do still. I went to young Dudley
butor.
Hardy, and propounded my plan . I said, " Look
here, Hardy, I've got an idea in my head . You go round to all
the Music Halls in London , and take sketches ofthe audiences and
the performers, and then I'll get some man who understands the
thing to write up to the pictures, and we will have a rattling good
article." He did not fall in with the suggestion at first. He had
the notion, common among the " unco' guid," that Music Halls
are highly improper places. He said he should not care to be
seen in such haunts himself, and suggested that a less strictly
brought up young man should be retained for the job. However,
I overcame his scruples. I told him I was positive he would
come across nothing likely to bring a blush to his cheek, and I
assured him that the most respectable people patronised Music
Halls now-a-days, and that Bishops often visited them . (For all
that I know to the contrary, they do. I am sure I can't see why
they should not.) He replied that, of course, that altered the
case. He had been given to understand otherwise ; but, if what
I stated was true, he had no objection to do what I wished . I
impressed upon him that it was true, and he undertook the con-
THE IDLERS' CLUB . 223
might have grasped a little thing like that .' I gave him one
more chance. The good young man was standing in the centre
6
of the stage, and the Première Danseuse Assoluta' was twid-
dling round and round him and wagging her head. A child would
have known that she was a wicked , heartless creature, and that
her object was to fascinate him, and so lure him away from his
wife, and home, and family. What do you make of that ? ' I
asked the man of business. He pondered a long time. Then a
ray of intelligence drove the cloud of doubt from his brow, and he
• exclaimed, I know. He's taken something that is bad for him—
poison, I expect—and she is trying to save his life by making him
sick.' I felt that the show was doing him no practical good
whatever, so I took him down to the club and taught him poker."
(or comic lion) and ofthe dwindling of his glory. " Where is he
now ?" mused my gossip , sadly. " Where do we hear now that
bull-like bellow ; where see those wondrous trousers, that gorgeous
overcoat that swept the ground ; that opera hat that closed at
every joke, and opened at every noble sentiment ? Ah ! but in my
young days, he was a mighty man . His voice was a voice in the
policy of the government. The chorus of his latest ditty was the
one repartee of the nation . For nine months, I remember,
6
England said, Tommy, make room for your uncle. ' Schoolboys
left their games , and repeated it to each other in their play-time. City
men relieved the tedium of business by calling it out to each other
across the street. Drivers yelled it at other drivers as an insult.
Lovers whispered it to one another. Wicked men said it, and
winked. Sweet girls said it, and giggled. Good young men said
it nervously, and felt that they were going it .' From barge to
drawing-room , from beershop to senate, it was the national joke.
Each newspaper kept it stereoed in every possible type . The
high-class journals translated it into Latin. One Saturday night I
went to bed, and the murmur of people saying it to each other, as
they passed beneath my window, lulled me to sleep . On Sunday
morning, when the girl brought me up my breakfast, she said,
'Woa Emma .' I did not understand it. On my way to church
everybody I met said ' Woa Emma ,' but not a soul remarked
' Tommy make room for your uncle.' I thought I must be
dreaming that I was up. The day passed, and not once did I
hear Tommy even alluded to. On the other hand, London rang
with the name of Emma . I grew seriously alarmed. Had I,
like Rip Van Winkle, slept for twenty years ? If not, what had
happened ? I made enquiries, and then I learnt the explanation.
The Lion Comique, who had given us 6 Tommy make room for
your uncle,' had on Saturday night introduced a new song, the
chorus of which was Woa Emma.' So we said ' Woa Emma'
to each other for the next year or two."
changing her sea -shore dwelling for San Francisco she accom-
panied him on one or two of his " deep sea " trips down
the coast, and seemed happier on their Southern limits . She
had taken to reading the political papers and speeches, and some
cheap American histories. Captain Bunker's crew, profoundly
convinced that their skipper's wife was a " woman's rights" fanatic ,
with the baleful qualities of a " sea lawyer " superadded , marvelled
at his bringing her.
It was on returning home from one of these trips that they
touched briefly at San Francisco, where the Secretary of the Fish-
ing Company came on board . Mrs. Bunker was startled to
recognise in him one of the two gentle-
men who had taken Mr. Marion off in the
boat, but as he did not appear to
recognise her even after
an awkward introduction
by her husband, she
would have recovered
her equanimity but for
a singular incident. As
her husband turned
momentarily avay, the
Secretary, with a sig-
nificant gesture , slipped
a letter into her hand .
She felt the blood rush
to her face as , with a
smile, he moved away
to follow her husband .
She came down to the
little cabin and impa-
tiently tore open the
envelope, which bore
no address . A small
folded note contained the
Gro.Hutobinson
"SLIPPED A LETTER INTO HER HAND." following lines :
" I never intended to burden you with my confidence, but the discretion,
tact, and courage you displayed on our first meeting, and what i know of
your loyalty since, have prompted me to trust myself again to your kindness,
even though you are now aware whom you have helped, and the risks you ran.
My friends wish to communicate with me and to forward to me, from time to
time, certain papers of importance, which, owing to the tyrannical espionage
of the Government, would be discovered and stopped in passing through the
THE CONSPIRACY OF MRS. BUNker. 211
Express or Post Office. These papers will be left at your house, but here I
must trust entirely to your wit and judgment as to the way in which they
should be delivered to my agent at the nearest Mexican port. To facilitate
your action, your husband will receive directiors to pursue his course as far
South as Todos Santos, where a boat will be ready to take charge of them when
he is sighted. I know I am asking a great favour, but I have such confidence
in you that I do not even ask you to commit yourself to a reply to this. If it
can be done, I know that you
will do it ; if it cannot, I will
understand and appreciate the
reason why. I will only ask you
that when you are ready to re-
ceive the papers you will fly a
small red pennant from the little
flagstaff among the rocks. Be-
lieve me, your friend and grateful
debtor,
" W. M."
Mrs. Bunker cast a hasty
glance around her, and
pressed the letter to her lips.
It was a sudden consumma-
tion of her vaguest, half-
formed wishes, the realisa-
tion of her wildest dreams !
To be the confidant of the
gallant but melancholy he.o
in his lonely exile and per-
secution was to satisfy all
the unformulated romantic
fancies of her girlish read-
ing ; to be later, perhaps ,
" CAME DOWN TO THE LITTLE CABIN ." the Flora Macdonald of a
middle-aged Prince Charlie did not, however, evoke any ludicrous
associations in her mind. Her feminine fancy exalted the escaped
duellist and alleged assassin into a social martyr. His actual small
political intrigues and ignoble aims of office seemed to her little
different from those aspirations of royalty which she had read
about-as perhaps they were . Indeed, it is to be feared that in
foolish little Mrs. Bunker Wynyard Marion had found the old
feminine adoration of pretension and privilege which every rascal
has taken advantage of since the flood.
Howbeit, the next morning after she had returned and Zephas
had sailed away, she flew a red bandanna handkerchief on the
212 THE IDLER.
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Geo,Huahinsun
One day she had a singular fright. She had heard the sound
of oars falling with a precision and regularity unknown to
her. She was startled to see the approach of a large eight- oar
barge rowed by men in uniform , with two officers wrapped in
cloaks in the stern sheets , and before them the glitter of musket
barrels . The two officers appeared to be conversing earnestly,
and occasionally pointing to the shore and the bluff above. For
an instant she trembled , and then an instinct of revolt and resist-
ance followed. She hurriedly removed the ring, which she usually
THE CONSPIRACY OF MRS. BUNKER. 215
wore when alone, from her finger, slipped it with the packet under
the mattress of her bed, and prepared with blazing eyes to face
the intruders . But when the boat landed, the two officers , with
scarcely a glance towards the cottage, proceeded leisurely along
the shore. Relieved , yet it must be confessed a little piqued at
their indifference, she snatched up her hat and sallied forth to
confront them.
" I suppose you don't know that this is private property, " she
said, sharply.
The group halted and turned towards her. The orderly, who
was following, turned his face aside and smiled . The younger
officer demurely lifted his cap . The elder, grey, handsome, in a
general's uniform , after a moment's half-astounded , half- amused
scrutiny of the little figure, gravely raised his gauntleted fingers
in a military salute .
" I beg your pardon , Madam, but I am afraid we never even
thought of that. We are making a preliminary survey for the
Government with a possible view of fortifying the bluff. It is very
doubtful if you will be disturbed in any rights you may have , but
if you are, the Government will not fail to make it good to you."
He turned carelessly to the aide beside him . " I suppose the bluff
is quite inaccessible from here ?"
" I don't know about that, general. They say that Marion , after
he killed Henderson , escaped down this way," said the young man.
" Indeed—what good was that ? How did he get away from
here ?"
66
They say that Mrs. Fairfax was hanging round in a boat ,
waiting for him. The story of the escape is all out now."
They moved away with a slight perfunctory bow to Mrs.
Bunker, only the younger officer noting that the pert, pretty little
Western woman wasn't as sharp and snappy to his superior as
she had at first promised to be.
She turned back to the cottage astounded , angry and vaguely
alarmed. Who was this Mrs. Fairfax who had usurped her fame
and solitary devotion ? There was no woman in the boat that took
him off; it was equally well known that he went in the ship alone.
If they had heard that some woman was with him here-why
should they have supposed it was Mrs. Fairfax ? Zephas might
know something-but he was away. The thought haunted her that
day and the next. On the third came a more startling incident .
She had been wandering along the edge of her domain in a
state of restlessness which had driven her from the monotony of the
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216 THE IDLER.
house when she heard the barking of the big Newfoundland dog
which Zephas had lately bought for protection and company.
She looked up and saw the boat and its solitary rower at the
landing. She ran quickly to the house to bring the packet. As
she entered she started back in amazement. For the sitting-
room was already in possession of a woman who was seated
calmly by the table.
The stranger turned on Mrs. Bunker that frankly insolent
glance and deliberate examination which only one woman can
give another. In that glance Mrs. Bunker felt herself in the
presence of a superior, even if her own eyes had not told her that
in beauty, attire and bearing the intruder was of a type and con-
dition far beyond her own, or even that of any she had known.
It was the more crushing that there also seemed to be in this
haughty woman the same incongruousness and sharp contrast to
the plain and homely surroundings of the cottage that she remem-
bered in him .
"Yo aw Mrs. Bunker, I believe," she said in languid Southern
accents . " How de doh.".
" I am Mrs. Bunker," said Mrs. Bunker shortly.
" And so this is where Cunnle Marion stopped when he waited
fo' the boat to take him off," said the stranger, glancing lazily
around, and delaying with smiling insolence the explanation she
knew Mrs. Bunker was expecting. " The Cunnle said it was a
pooh enough place, but I don't see it. I reckon, however, he was
too worried to judge and glad enough to get off. Yo' ought to
have made him talk-he generally don't want much prompting to
talk to women, if they're pooty."
" He didn't seem in a hurry to go," said Mrs. Bunker indig-
nantly. The next moment she saw her error , even before the
cruel, handsome smile of her unbidden guest revealed it.
" I thought so," she said lazily ; " this is the place and here's
where the Cunnle stayed . Only yo' oughtn't have given him and
yo'self away to the first stranger quite so easy . The Cunnle
might have taught yo' that the two or three hours he was
with yo'."
"What do you want with me ? " demanded Mrs. Bunker
angrily.
" I want a letter yo' have for me from Cunnle Marion ."
"I have nothing for you," said Mrs. Bunker. " I don't know
who you are."
THE CONSPIRACY OF MRS. BUnker . 217
" Thank yo' , Mrs. Bunker. I'll be sure to tell the Cunnle how
careful yo' were not to give up his correspondence to everybody.
It'll please him mo' than to hear yo' are wearing his ring—which
everybody knows -before people."
"He gave it to me-he- he knew I wouldn't take money,"
said Mrs. Bunker indignantly.
" He didn't have any to give," said the lady slowly, as she
removed the envelope from her letter and looked up with a
dazzling but cruel smile. " A So'th'n gentleman don't fill up his
pockets when he goes out to fight. He don't tuck his Maw's
Bible in his breast pocket, clap his dear Auntie's locket big as a
cheese plate over his heart, nor let his sole leather cigyar case that
his gyerl gave him lie round him in spots when he goes out to
take another gentleman's fire. He leaves that to Yanks ! "
" Did you come here to insult my husband ? " said Mrs. Bunker
in the rage of desperation.
" To insult yo' husband ! Well-I came here to get a letter
that his wife received from his political and natural enemy and—
perhaps I did ! " With a side glance at Mrs. Bunker's crimson
cheek she added carelessly, " I have nothing against Captain
Bunker, he's a straightforward man and must go with his kind . He
helped those hounds of Vigilantes because he believes in them.
We couldn't bribe him if we wanted to. And we don't."
If she only knew something of this woman's relations to
•
Marion- which - she only instinctively suspected-and · could
retaliate upon her, Mrs. Bunker felt she would have given up her
life at that moment.
"Colonel Marion seems to find plenty that he can bribe, " she
said roughly, " and I've yet to know who you are to sit in judg-
ment on them. You've got your letter, take it and go ! When he
wants to send you another through me, somebody else must come
for it, not you. That's all ! "
She drew back as if to let the intruder pass, but the lady, with-
out moving a muscle, finished the reading of her letter, then
stood up quietly and began carefully to draw her handsome cloak
over her shoulders. " Yo' want to know who I am, Mrs. Bunker, "
she said, arranging the velvet collar under her white oval chin .
"Well, I'm a So'th'n woman from Figinya, and I'm Fygynian
first, last, and all the time." She shook out her sleeves and the
folds of her cloak. " I believe in State rights and Slavery— if you
know what that means. I hate the North, I hate the East, I hate
the West. I hate this nigger Government, I'd kill that man
THE CONSPIRACY OF mrs. bunker . 219
Lincoln quicker than lightning ! " She began to draw down the
fingers of her gloves, holding her shapely hands upright before
her. " I'm hard and fast to the Cause. I gave up house and
niggers for it." She began to button her gloves at the wrist with
some difficulty, tightly setting together her beautiful lips as she did
.
so. " I gave up my husband for it, and I went to the man who
loved it better and had risked more for it than ever he had.
Cunnlc Marion's my friend. I'm Mrs. Fairfax, Josephine Hardee
that was ; his disciple and follower. Well, maybe those puritanical
No'th'n folks might give it another name ! "
She moved slowly towards the door, but on the threshold
paused, as Colonel Marion had , and came back to Mrs. Bunker
with an outstretched hand . " I don't see that yo ' and me need
quo" . I didn't come here for that. I came here to see your
husband, and seeing you I thought it was only right to talk
squarely to you , as you understand I wouldn't talk to your husband .
Mrs. Bunker, I want your husband to take me away-I want him
to take me to the Cunnle. If I tried to go in any other way I'd
be watched, spied upon and followed , and only lead those hounds
on his track. I don't expect yo' to ask yo' husband for me, but
only not to interfere when I do."
There was a touch of unexpected weakness in her voice and a
look of pain in her eyes which was not unlike what Mrs. Bunker
had seen and pitied in Marion . But they were the eyes of a
woman who had humbled her, and Mrs. Bunker would have been
unworthy her sex if she had not felt a cruel enjoyment in it. Yet
the dominance of the stranger was still so strong she did not dare
to refuse the proffered hand . She, however, slipped the ring from
her finger, and laid it in Mrs. Fairfax's palm .
"You can take that with you," she said, with a desperate
attempt to imitate the other's previous indifference . " I shouldn't
like to deprive you and your friend of the opportunity of making
use of it again. As for my husband I shall say nothing of you to
him as long as you say nothing to him of me-which I suppose is
what you mean."
The insolent look came back to Mrs. Fairfax's face . " I reckon
yo're right," she said quietly, putting the ring in her pocket as she
fixed her dark eyes on Mrs. Bunker, " and the ring may be of use
again. Good-bye, Mrs. Bunker."
She waved her hand carelessly , and turning away passed out
of the house. A moment later the boat and its two occupants
pushed from the shore, and disappeared round the Point.
220 THE IDLER.
Then Mrs. Bunker looked round the room and down upon her
empty finger, and knew that it was the end of her dream . It
was all over now-indeed, with the picture of that proud, insolent
woman before her she wondered if it had ever begun . This was
the woman she had allowed herself to think she might be. This
was the woman he was thinking of when he sat there ; this was
the Mrs. Fairfax the officers had spoken of, and who had made her
-Mrs . Bunker-the go-between for their lovemaking ! All the
work that she had done for him , the deceit she had practised on
her husband, was to bring him and this woman together ! And
they both knew it, and had no doubt laughed at her and her
pretensions.
It was with a burning cheek that she thought how she had in-
tended to go to Marion , and imagined herself arriving perhaps to
find that shameless woman already there . In her vague unformu-
lated longings she had never before realised the degradation into
which her foolish romance might lead her. She saw it now ; that
humiliating moral lesson we are all apt to experience in the acci-
dental display of our own particular vices in the person we hate ,
she had just felt in Mrs. Fairfax's presence. With it came the
paralysing fear of her husband's discovery of her secret. Secure
as she had been in her dull belief that he had in some way wronged
her by marrying her, she for the first time began to doubt if this
condoned the deceit she had practised on him. The tribute Mrs.
Fairfax had paid him-this appreciation of his integrity and
honesty by an enemy and a woman like herself-troubled her,
frightened her, and filled her with her first jealousy ! What if this
woman should tell him all ; what if she should make use of him
as Marion had of her. Zephas was a strong Northern partisan ,
but was he proof against the guileful charms of such a devil ? She
had never thought before of questioning his fidelity to her ; she
suddenly remembered now some rough pleasantries of Captain
Simmons in regard to the inconstancy of his calling. No ! there
was but one thing for her to do ; she would make a clean breast to
him ; she would tell him everything she had done except the fatal
fancy that compelled her to it ! She began to look for his coming
now with alternate hope and fear-with unabated impatience !
The night that he should have arrived passed slowly ; morning
came, but not Zephas. When the mist had lifted she ran im-
patiently to the rocks and gazed anxiously towards the lower bay.
There were a few grey sails scarce distinguishable above the
greyer water—but they were not his . She glanced half mechani-
THE CONSPIRACY OF MRS. BUNKER . 221
cally seawards, and her eyes became suddenly fixed . There was
no mistake ! She knew the rig !-she could see the familiar
white lap-streak as the vessel careened on the starboard tack- it
was her husband's schooner slowly creeping out of the Golden Gate !
(To be concluded.)
MARCH .
THE IDEAL.
THE REAL.
CLUB
Sally
Harry
Jerome com- No, it is not at all the sort of thing I meant. You
see, it came about in this way : I thought that
plaineth of a
" Music Halls" would make an interesting subject for
certain contri-
a paper ; so I do still . I went to young Dudley
butor.
Hardy, and propounded my plan . I said, " Look
here, Hardy, I've got an idea in my head. You go round to all
the Music Halls in London , and take sketches of the audiences and
the performers, and then I'll get some man who understands the
thing to write up to the pictures, and we will have a rattling good
article." He did not fall in with the suggestion at first. He had
the notion, common among the " unco' guid," that Music Halls
are highly improper places. He said he should not care to be
seen in such haunts himself, and suggested that a less strictly
brought up young man should be retained for the job. However,
I overcame his scruples. I told him I was positive he would
come across nothing likely to bring a blush to his cheek, and I
assured him that the most respectable people patronised Music
Halls now-a-days, and that Bishops often visited them. (For all
that I know to the contrary, they do. I am sure I can't see why
they should not. ) He replied that, of course, that altered the
case. He had been given to understand otherwise ; but, if what
I stated was true, he had no objection to do what I wished . I
impressed upon him that it was true, and he undertook the con-
THE IDLERS' CLUB . 223
might have grasped a little thing like that.' I gave him one
more chance. The good young man was standing in the centre
of the stage, and the Première Danseuse Assoluta' was twid-
dling round and round him and wagging her head. A child would
have known that she was a wicked , heartless creature, and that
her object was to fascinate him, and so lure him away from his
wife, and home, and family. What do you make of that ? ' I
asked the man of business. He pondered a long time. Then a
ray of intelligence drove the cloud of doubt from his brow, and he
exclaimed, I know. He's taken something that is bad for him—
poison, I expect—and she is trying to save his life by making him
sick.' I felt that the show was doing him no practical good
whatever, so I took him down to the club and taught him poker."
The " Street Arab " ' cute, I should think he was.
A friend of mine had some conversation with one
Phillpotts and
only the other day, and exchanged ideas with him upon the Arab.
the subject of tobacco. The naked-footed, ragged ,
gimlet-eyed boy had been a smoker from infancy, he ex-
plained. He was now seven years old, he thought, or " may
be eight ; one loses count, sir." Concerning tobacco, he
liked a cigar better than anything, and generally smoked them.
My friend delicately suggested how much better it would be to
forego such luxuries for a brief season, save money, and buy a pair
of boots ; but the child assured him that his tobacco bill was
nothing. " You've only got to watch," he said, producing a variety
of cigar stumps from his pocket. " Clean shaves aint no good,
'cause they smokes down to the end, and cigar-holders aint no use
neither ; but when I sees a gent with a big moustache I keeps my
heye on ' im , ' cause I knows ' e aint goin' to burn ' isself. Pre-
sently 'e chucks ' is ' smoke ' and I'm on it-see ? " My friend did
Verily the infant Londoner, gutter-bred, gutter-nurtured, is
one ofthe most acute things on earth .
pay. It is hard (and expensive) to get far away from the click of
the telegraph instrument . I fear that those who read these items
will agree with me that they are not worth the original expendi-
ture, and will join in my regret that I did not succced in getting
outside the electric circuit.
stand- she, who sacrificed her life to her " Life." If it does, it will
not be by virtue of its veracity. I would not trust George Wash-
ington himself to write a perfectly accurate record of a prior day.
As for the average biography, it is but the In Memoriam of
memory. A friend of mine (not present) has written some excel-
lent fiction and some entertaining reminiscences ; only he has
mis-labelled his books, and called his fiction " reminiscences," and
his reminiscences " fiction . ”
TREDMELE
IDLERS
R
Beshark )
THE IDLER.
APRIL, 1892.
BY JOSEPH HATTON .
ILLUSTRATED BY DUDLEY HARDY.
Janay Hanty
.
Meisenbach
.
COBORN
CHARLES
ON MUSIC WITH A " K." 243
MACDERMOTT.
ON MUSIC WITH A " K." 245
had taken possession of me. I out with all I knew. It came forth in
reminiscence of song and dance, of patter and comic, of
freaks of nature and others . I told them-but no matter !
Glance at the pictorial reminiscences that embellish these
pages. Here , ladies and gentlemen, you will find examples
of the halls from East to West. In the former, you will
not fail to note the unsophisticated happiness that comes of “ arf-
and-arf." In the latter, you will at once detect the higher influences
of " S. and B. ," not to mention what is popularly called
"phiz." Nor will you fail to perceive in the social atmosphere of
the West End halls a distinct tone of high life . Here, to do your-
self honour and pay respect to the lovely ladies who lend a special
grace to the foyer and the promenade, you must be in evening
dress . You should not, however, on any account take off your hat.
Tilt it forward over your nose, stick it on one side, or let it go
back into your neck ; how you wear your hat is a great matter in
these fashionable lounges. You should also stroll about with your
hands in your pockets ; and you may smoke a cigarette when you
are not chewing the end of an eighteenpenny cigar. It is not
necessary that you should pay any attention to the artists on the
stage. Note the attractions that beauty and fashion offer in the
locality of the bars. If you have a third of the malady that
inspired the philosophy of Schopenhauer, you may feel a trifle
saddened at the vision of innocence in the dainty hat and ruff,
contemplating her fairy-like parasol, and listening to the poetic
remarks ofmy Lord Harry by the round table in the foreground ofthe
picture entitled "The West End " ; but in that case you will straight-
way call a waiter and refresh your other nature, and hear what Marie
Lloyd has to say on the question of the special circumstances
under which you are supposed to " wink the other eye "; or, if you
are old enough to have reminiscences , you will sit down and con-
trast Unsworth of the past and Chirgwin of the present. I am
inclined to think that the influences of the School Board and the
Society press have refined away the humour of the nigger. There
is a certain æstheticism about Chirgwin's coat and shoes that
seems to be a protest against the original swallow-tailed coat and
beetle-crushers of the great Unsworth, the famous stump - orator
of his time, and who made the gag " Or any other man 99 as classic
as the popular comedian's pessimistic reflection , " Still I am not
happy ! "
I think it is the realistic tendency of the times in the direction of
art that has hurt the Music Hall darkey. To-day, we must have
246 THE IDLER .
Judley Etardy
ley Hardy
great book up and read a chapter here and there, and you will feel
that you have been into good society, where even the occasional
snob is certainly superior to the gentleman you see in the picture
with his hands in his pockets, his hat on the back of his head, and
his eyes fixing themselves into a washy leer that he will
presently turn upon the lady in the Elizabethan cloak. It was
at the " Cave of Harmony," you know, where the Colonel
had taken Clive. " You have come here to see the wits,"
said the Colonel ; but he had been many years from home,
and everything had changed except his good heart and courtly
manners . I need do no more than recall the finish of the
story. Captain Costigan did sing. At the end of the second
verse the Colonel started up , clapping on his hat , seizing his stick,
and looking as ferocious as though he had been going to do battle
with a Pindaree. " Silence ! " he roared . 66 Hear, hear," cried
certain wags at a lower table . "Go on, Costigan ," said others.
" Go on ! " cried the Colonel. " Does any gentleman say go on to
such disgusting ribaldry as this ? Do you dare, sir, to call yourself
a gentleman, sir, and to say that you hold the King's commission,
and to sit down among Christians and men of honour and defile
the ears of young boys with this wicked balderdash ? Why do I
bring young boys here, sir ! Because I thought I was coming into
the society of gentlemen ; because I never could believe that
Englishmen could meet together and allow a man , and an old man ,
to disgrace himself. For shame, you old wretch ! Go home to your
bed, you hoary old sinner ! " The invective, to modern ears,
sounds more like Mrs. Brown " as ever was " than the erudite
Thackeray ; but Colonel Newcome was of the old school. In those
days the guests at the Cave of Harmony, or the Adelphi, and,
occasionally, even at Evans's, supplied their own music, just as
they do to this day at a Free-and - easy or a Wayzegoose. " Your
health and song, sir, " and so on . Now and then , it was a senti-
ment . "As we travel up the hillside of life may we never meet a
friend coming down." And then you drank to his " health and
sentiment." Although Thackeray had Evans's in his mind
when he wrote that early chapter of " The Newcomes," I have
not the smallest doubt that the incident was imaginary, or that he
had transposed it from an experience of some other establishment.
Evans's was the model Music Hall . These are days of the
reminiscent. We live at such a rate that at five-and-forty a man is
old . He talks of the days when he was young, and went twice a
week to the pit of the Haymarket, and paid his money at the doors,
ON MUSIC WITH A "K." 251
uk
GEORGE BEAUCHAMP ,
254 THE IDLER.
#
The American Claimant.
BY MARK TWAIN.
CHAPTER IV.
HE day wore itself out. After dinner the two friends put in a
long and harassing evening trying to decide what to do with
the five thousand dollars reward which they were going to get
when they should find One armed Pete, and catch him, and prove
him to be the right person, and extradite him, and ship him to
Tahlequah in the Indian Territory. But there were so many
dazzling openings for ready cash that they found it impossible to
make up their minds and keep them made up. Finally, Mrs.
Sellers grew very weary of it all , and said :
"What is the sense in cooking a rabbit before it's
99
caught ?
Then the matter was dropped , for the
time being, and all went to bed. Next
morning, being persuaded by Hawkins,
the Colonel made drawings and specifica-
tions, and went down and applied for a patent for his toy puzzle,
and Hawkins took the toy itself and started out to see what chance
there might be to do something with it
commercially. He did not have to go
far. In a small old wooden shanty,
which had once been occupied as a
dwelling by some humble negro family,
he found a keen-eyed Yankee, engaged
in repairing cheap chairs and other
second-hand furniture . This man
examined the toy indifferently ; at-
tempted to do the puzzle ; found it
not so easy as he had expected ; grew
more interested ; and finally emphati-
cally so ; achieved a success at last,
and asked
LO WE W EN OI
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258 THE IDLER .
holder of them. Until the season of mourning is past, the usual Thursday
evening receptions at Rossmore Towers will be discontinued.
Lady Rossmore's comment- to herself :
"Receptions ! People who won't rightly know him may think
he is commonplace, but to my mind he is one of the most unusual
men I ever saw. As for suddenness and capacity in imagining
things, his beat don't exist, I reckon . As like as not it wouldn't
have occurred to anybody else to name this poor old rat-trap Ross-
more Towers, but it just comes natural to him . Well, no doubt
it's a blessed thing to have an imagination that can always make
you satisfied, no matter how you are fixed . Uncle Dave Hopkins
used to always say, ' Turn me into John Calvin , and I want to know
which place I'm going to ; ' turn me into Mulberry Sellers, and I
don't care ! "
The rightful earl's comment-to himself :
s a beautiful name, beautiful. Pity I didn't think of it
befo. I wrote the usurper. But I'll be ready for him when he
answers."
CHAPTER V.
" I RELEASED ONE CORNER OF MY EYE A MOMENT-JUST ENOUGH TO SEE THE HERD SWARM
FOR THE TELEGRAM-AND THEN CONTINUED MY BROKEN-HEARTED FLIGHT, JUST AS
HAPPY AS A BIRD,"
264 THE IDLER.
In truth the beauty of this fair creature was of a rare type, and
may well excuse a moment of our time spent in its consideration .
It did not consist in the fact that she had eyes , nose, mouth , chin ,
hair, ears, it consisted in their arrangement. In true beauty ,
more depends upon right location and judicious distribution of
feature than upon multiplicity of them . So also as regards colour.
The very combination of colours which in a volcanic irruption
would add beauty to a landscape might detach it from a girl.
Such was Gwendolen Sellers.
The family circle being completed by Gwendolen's arrival, it
was decreed that the official mourning should now begin ; that
it should begin at six o'clock every evening (the dinner hour) , and
end with the dinner.
" It's a grand old line, Major, a sublime old line, and deserves to
be mourned for, almost royally ; almost imperially, I may say.
Er-Lady Gwendolen-but she's gone ; never mind ; I wanted
my Peerage ;.I'll fetch it myself, presently, and show you a thing
or two that will give you a realising idea of what our house is.
I've been glancing through Burke, and I find that of William the
Conqueror's sixty-four natural-oh,
my dear, would you mind getting
me that book. It's on the escritoire
in our boudoir. Yes , as I was say-
ing, there's only St. Albans , Buc-
cleugh and Grafton ahead of us on
the list ; all the rest of the British
nobility are in procession behind us.
Ah, thanks, my lady. Now then,
we turn to William, and we find-
letter for X.Y.Z. ? Oh ! splendid-when'd
you get it ?"
" Last night ; but I was asleep before you came,
you were out so late ; and when I came to break-
fast Miss Gwendolen-well, she knocked everything out
of me, you know. "
"Wonderful girl, wonderful ; her great origin is
detectable in her step, her carriage, her features- but
what does he say ? Come, this is exciting."
" I haven't read it-er-Ross - Mr . Rossm- er- "
" M'Lord ! Just cut it short like that. It's the GLANCING THROUGH
English way. I'll open it. Ah ! now let's see." BURKE."
TO YOU KNOW WHO. Think I know you. Wait ten days.
Coming to Washington.
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CHAPTER VI .
THE
Three to One.
CHAPTER I.
"" ETTAH , Sahib ! " "The English
LETTAH,
mail , eh ? " From Hilda , I bet ! No !
that is not the paper she uses . She writes
r le ink of all horrors !
on blue pape with purp
It's Rosamund then . She wants to
make me jealous by descriptions of
Jones's attentions . Last time she
hinted at breaking with me. But
no such luck ! Oh , confound it all !
It's Mary . She hasn't written for
six weeks , and I hoped she was getting
over it.
"Hi ! You Abdul ! I cannot see any-
one ; out ; do you understand ? Bring me a
brandy and soda , and work those punkahs .
" LETTAH, SAHIB ! "
This old hole gets hotter every day.”
What a cad I have been ! Worse to Mary than either of the
others ! Suppos e she has found me out ! Well , here goes .
66 My dearest Jack,
" I did not w. ite to you by the last two mails as you told me not to write too
often. I hope you will not think this letter comes too soon, as I have not
written to you for nearly six weeks――'
Oh, I really must skip these two pages about the Cathedral
set, and the College frumps , and the clothes at the headmaster's
party-
" My dear Jack, I do miss you so ! Of course I love you too much ever to
disregard your wishes, but do allow me to tell my father of our engagement.
He is so good, so fond of you
And so on for three pages !
"Your mother asked me to pay her a visit in London . I cannot well be
spared this term, but I hope I shall be able to go in the Spring. Surely, Jack,
I might then tell her our secret. I cannot bear to feel I am deceiving her.
Write to me soon and release me from this painful silence.
" Ever yours only,
" MARY GREY.
" P.S.- I send my fondest love , write soon."
276 THE IDLER.
66
May 21st. Bumped Exeter. Mater wild .
66 May 22nd . Introduced Flemick to mother. She was
frigid at first, but thawed in the evening when he sang Gounod's
6
Nazareth .' I hid all our comic songs under his bed.
66
May 23rd. Bumped by Exeter. Jones is a beast."
Jones was our stroke !
" May 24th . Re-bumped Exeter. Mater seedy from excite-
ment.
" May 25th. New College, 1 ; Exeter, 2 ; Magdalen, 3.
Hurrah ! Mary arrived at one. Hurried to the barge. Mater,
though convinced the barge was going over, behaved pluckily. I
had to hold Mary tight as the Eight went past, it was such a
cram . Flemick took charge of mother.
" Indian Civilian Ball at 9.30 . "
It was all that squash on the barge ! I had Mary by the
arm , and suddenly she lifted her eyes to mine. They are curious
eyes-very clear, and the lashes curl up. Green, or hazel, they
made me lose my head. I forget what I said , but I know I
whispered something. She turned
very pale and said, " Oh, Jack !
Speak to me to-night ; not
now." The Eight came byjust
then , and we left the barge very
soon.
How charming she looked
that night in soft pale grey
stuff, and something pink on
the shoulder. We sat out up-
stairs in a small recess . Of
course we got engaged ! Be-
sides, it was virtually settled
when we arrived. Poor little
soul, how happy she was, even
though I would not allow her
to announce it. I could not have " HOW CHARMING SHE LOOKED
THAT NIGHT !
it proclaimed till I had passed
my last exam. Besides , there was no hurry, and she
was sure Mr. Grey would not object.
We never met again. We never shall, as I shall
certainly cut my throat first !
278 THE IDLER.
CHAPTER II .
The rest of the term seems filled with Darcys . That was not
my fault, they were everywhere ! The Professor liked me, we
both collected butterflies, and we were always meeting by the river.
He used to run for miles with his net and his enthusiasm. I sat in
the shade with my net and Hilda . I swore solemnly to myself
never to begin making love to her. I never did . The Professor
came back, hot and triumphant ; I received him , cool and butter-
flyless . This pleased both of us . It did not please Mrs. Darcy,
however, and after a bit she shut Hilda up and refused me the
house. This piqued me.
"July 7th . Flemick and I agreed to give a dance in our
rooms."
I sent Flemick to the house at the Professor's tea-time, with
instructions to invite all the Darcys, father, mother, and two
things with long plaits, and to remark, as
Mrs. Darcy opened the envelope , that Sir
Solomon Shape was coming. Shape was a
short, stout, red-faced , rude little baronet,
with four thousand per annum, and a con-
viction that every girl wanted to marry
him. Mrs. Darcy's plans on his account
were well known.
She hesitated, and then the Pro-
fessor's voice decided it. " My love,
we will go, of course ; Pegsie, Babsie,
and all ." .
Mrs. Darcy gave way, and ac-
cepted for herself and Hilda, adding,
" Margaret and Babetta will certainly
not go. " Amidst the confusion result-
ing from Miss Pegsie bursting into
tears, Flemick escaped.
"June 16th . Hilda came ! Oh
that I had kept cool ! "
She was pale, her dark eyes shone
like lamps. Her black hair was " SIR SOLOMON SHAPE.33
wound round behind, with a scarlet
flower in the coils . Mrs. Darcy was taken ill at the last . She
tried to keep Hilda at home. That young lady and her father
escaped like guilty things at 9.15 , and arrived late, but triumphant.
THREE ΤΟ ΟΝΕ . 279
CHAPTER III.
In Flemick's room, under the light of
two rose-coloured lamps, against a back-
ground of palms and flowers, sat the
loveliest girl I ever saw.
Flemick said something, Lord knows
what ! All I noticed was
her golden hair waving over
her blue eyes. I sank into
a chair by her ; and she
drow the floating
amber dress on one
side to make room
for me. Hilda left
early, and Rosa-
mund and I danced
the last three
dances toge-
ther. Her
step was
perfection,
and she
was as light as
a feather in spite
of her height.
" AGAINST A BACKGROUND OF PALMS AND FLOWERS."
280 THE IDLER.
Mater taken off the ship in hysterics by Lucy, and felt the throb-
bing of the engines , did I seem safe from a triple invasion ! At
Last, my mental anguish yielded to greater bodily sufferings .
Oh, hang it ! I've forgotten Mrs. Mason's party ! I shall just
have time to go if I hurry up . I hate the old cat, but I must keep
in with Mason . How the old woman treats her little companion ,
Jane Lee ! I wonder Mason doesn't interfere ! " Hi, Abdul ! where
are my dress clothes ?"
CHAPTER IV .
66 May 26th .It is now a month since further news has come
of my poor boy's fate. I have opened a packet of his letters which
Archibald sent me, but my eyesight is not what it was. I shall be
helped to-morrow by Mary Grey, who comes to me for a few days.
Dear Jack appeared to me, last year, to regard Mary as a sister,
and I shall be very glad of a quiet companion who knew my
darling.
" May 27th. Mary arrived, looking very ill . She was most
sympathetic. No daughter could have greeted me more tenderly.
" After tea I said to her : Mary, I'm beginning to sort dear
Jack's letters, and I propose to begin on this packet tied with blue
ribbon .' To my astonishment she burst into tears, and said : ' Dear
Mrs. Vivian, I must tell you something which you ought to have
known long ago ; I was to have been dear Jack's wife if he had lived .
I believe those are my letters which you hold in your hand ! Jack
and I had been attached to one another from his early schooldays ,
and when you took me up to the Indian Civilian Ball it was all
settled between us .'
" How glad I am now that I asked Mary to stay ; the girl who
first awakened in my Jack's heart a pure -minded and constant
affection. We passed a very peaceful evening talking of dear
Jack ! I see the Flemicks have returned to-day from abroad .
Rosamund's dressing is usually calculated to draw far too much
attention to her, but now she is in mourning-I wonder what rela-
tion they have lost.
66
May 28th . I am in a state of terrible perplexity. The top
letter in the bundle is in a different handwriting . It bears the
signature of Hilda Darcy , ' and appears to me to partake of the
nature of a love letter . The writer refers to an engagement ; this ,
of course, must be a mistake , as dear Jack was engaged to Mary ,
but I really begin to fear he must have been imprudenț ,
THREE TO ONE. 283
to hear all about him, to know if he left any letter for me, and to
ask if I might be a daughter to you ?
" Miss Darcy,' I said, ' I have found letters of yours which I
now understand, but you must really allow me time to recover from
the shock of this discovery. Will you return this evening ? By
that time I shall have examined more of my son's papers .' I
told her all we knew of Jack's death, and soothed her in every way
I could, as I feared Mary might pass the door and hear her sobs.
At last she said she would leave, ard , again throwing her arms
round my neck, she exclaimed : ' Oh, I shall love you very much,
you are so like my dear Jack.' But Jack was always the image
of his father ! As soon as I was fairly composed I rejoined Mary,
who asked me what Miss Darcy had come for.
" About a charity,' I replied , ' I always see these people
myself, and enquire into their claims.""
CHAPTER VI.
CHAPTER VII.
I grasped the arm of the chair whilst Archie poured out the
story ofJack's accident. How he was run away with and thrown
insensible on the hill -side. How he lay for a fortnight in a native
hut before he could speak enough to be understood , and how, only
three weeks ago, he was brought back to Archie's bungalow. All
this I only half heard , as I was repeating all the time " Rosamund,
Hilda, Mary, Jack, and Jane !"
"Then," continued Archie, " I found out, from letters, that two
months before he had married privately a Miss Jane Lee, the
companion of my Colonel's wife. "
" But where ! How ! Why ! " I went on hopelessly, when
the door opened, and Hilda and Rosamund entered . " Miss
Flemick and Miss Darcy," said Hammond gently.
Archie rose, and bowed stiffly, looking at me for an intro-
duction, but before I could speak he exclaimed : " Here they are,
coming up the garden. Let Mr. Jack in, Hammond !"
" No ! no !" I cried wildly. " Archie ! Rosamund ! go away !
Take them away ! Put them in the next room ! "
Rosamund Flemick: settled herself deliberately in a chair, and
actually laughed aloud ! " I'm anxious to see Jack," she said.
" I won't stir," said Hilda ; " let him meet me if he dare ! I
despise him !"
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The Secret of the Hidden Room.
BY SPENCER JEROME .
ILLUSTRATED BY MISS G. D. HAMMOND.
THE long
desert was
shimmering with
heat. The many
clouds of dust
rising into the fer-
vid air showed
frequent caravans.
The water pools
had shrunk with
the drought, and
were trampled into
miry sloughs .
Horses lay dead
about them, and
vultures came
wheeling out of
the air to the
feast. Yet along
the heavy roads
eager - faced men
kept pressing on,
until, at last on
the horizon, all
trembling in the
quivering air ,
could be seen the
fair towers , the
domes, and clus-
tered minarets of
the Sacred City.
The mazy
streets of the City
were thronged
with pilgrims from
far places — the
uttermost parts of
the earth jostled
in the by-ways-
for the morrow
HE SPOKE, AND HIS WORDS CAME FAINTLY DOWN."
THE SECRET OF THE HIDDEN ROOM. 293
Then came from the summit of the minaret a strange, low chant,
which floated softly down to the gloomy courtyard. It was taken
up by a single voice in the great nave of the Temple-other voices
joined in till it swelled and broadened into a prayer-an adoration,
and then, at first tentatively, but at last firmly and gratefully, into a
glorious, resounding pæan of joy-and the light of the moon
returned .
*
As a grizzled worshipper was passing through the entrance hall
of the Temple, a dark-faced, black-robed priest came to him from
behind one of the pillars, and pointing to the slender, serious
stripling at his side , said :
" The Gods have need of him-follow me."
fado A
free from all the evils of the world.I have but a moment, but it
shall be spent with you."
The chanting of the priests in the great nave of the Temple
was now resounding like the distant roar of a cataract, but the
three sat there a few moments in happy familiar converse, and the
priest said to himself :
" Though I may have chosen wrongly, I have gained much."
Then he bade good-bye to his friends and went back through the
corridor, not turning to the right nor to the left . Coming out
before the Lama, he knelt down , and the chanting ceased , and all
was still. Lifting up his head he spoke again in the strange
tongue, saying :
" O sublime Lama, I have chosen a glass of wine drunk
with old friends as the type of the highest career. Though this
choice debar me from knowledge of that Ultimate Truth which
thou alone canst give, yet, at least, it will make me happy."
" Thou hast chosen wisely, O my son, " replied the Lama , with
a smile of affection, " thou hast chosen the best possible. There ,
and there alone, is all the delights of wealth without its burden .
There, and there alone, is an intoxication like to that of glory with
none of the chances of failure. There is the grandeur of a power
that can triumph over grief. There canst thou forget the helpless
"Veil thy face, O Lamp of Heaven, and thou, my son, follow me.
I would that thou shouldst possess all wisdom , even as it is mine."
The two withdrew by the secret passage by which the Lama had
entered, and traversed long ways, deep hidden in the massive walls
of the Temple. Passing an opening they saw the moon partly
obscured. At last they reached a lofty room in a part of the Temple
never visited by any but the Lama. From a window they looked
out into the court and saw the backs of the many pilgrims, and
beyond them the great nave of the Temple which they had just left.
The Lama turned toward a large curtain of richest tapestry
which hung across one end of the room , and spoke loudly in that
sweet, unknown tongue, so that his voice could be heard by the
many, out in the court, but only the man whom he addressed
understood the words :
" Thou hast learned all that the sages can teach thee. Thou
hast grasped what the world has to give. Thou knowest the
feebleness of man and the folly of the hopes of man . Thou
knowest thine own heart, and art not led astray by the clamour of
the unenlightened . Thou art worthy of all wisdom, even as I,
for thou shalt be the Lama after me.
" Listen-behind that Veil is the Ultimate Essence of all
Things there shalt thou behold the meaning of the universe and
of the life of humanity-there shalt thou behold all that has been
and all that shall be there shalt thou behold the Soul of Man
and the Face of God."
They approached the curtain . With a rushing sound it parted
in twain and fell away on either side.
The room beyond was empty .
Francis Bret Harte.
THE jangling stage coach with its four horses and profane driver
left me standing alone, the only passenger who was getting
off at Coleman's Grave, and dis-
appeared around the shoulder
of rock that marked the entrance
of Broken Skull Canyon .
The town of Coleman's
Grave consisted of one rude
frame-house, situated on the
brow ofthe ravine that led down
to the wild waters of Gusha-
wassit Creek, whose mighty roar
filled the otherwise still mountain
air. All around rose stupendous moun-
tains . Nature had piled them there in
one of her most lavish moods , little
recking the fact that space was worth
a hundred thousand dollars a foot-front
in New York City. High above all , and
dominating the wild scene, arose the
gigantic snow- covered peak, Onefuris
Nob, coldly white against the opalescent
sky .
Coleman's Grave was so called be-
cause Coleman, before putting up the one
house of the place, had dug a cellar,
which was a novelty in this region .
The few residents of the mining camp
near, who saw Coleman dig-
ging, and who knew there was
no gold in that spot, naturally
came to the conclusion that
Coleman was making prepara-
tions to plant those who differed "THE TOWN OF COLEMAN'S GRAVE.'
with him, and to enter into the social enjoyments of the place . W
C
302 THE İDLER.
Perhaps you read it when young ? Ah, that accounts for it. I
haven't read it ? Oh, yes, I have, and remember the procession
through the forest and the speech at the grave. How does it run ?
Oh, like this :
" When a man ,' began Tennessee's Partner, slowly, ' has
been running free all day, what's the natural thing for him to do ?
Why, to come home. And if he ain't in a condition to go home,
999
what can his best friend do ? Why, bring him home.'
" Very glad to know that it appeals to you so strongly. A
story without a woman in it is rather difficult to write. Now in
' The Luck of Roaring Camp ' there was a baby, and that wasn't so
difficult.
"When The Luck of Roaring Camp' was
written, Mr. Bret Harte was editor of The Over-
land Monthly, a Californian magazine . The editor
called the publisher's
attention to the fact
that there was not
one distinctive Cali-
fornian romance in
the magazine , and
offered, should
no contribu-
tion come in,
to write a story
himself. The
Luck' was
written in a
few days .
Then trouble
arose . The
printer, instead
of sending the proofs " SAT TALKING TO A MILITARY-
direct to the author, LOOKING MAN.'
forwarded them to
the publisher, with a
statement that his reader, a young lady, declared the story in-
decent, improper, and irreligious . Moral suasion had been brought
to bear on the young lady to induce her to finish the proofs, but
her feelings were hurt. At last, after several complications, Mr.
Bret Harte declared he would resign the editorship if his editorial
judgment were doubted . That settled it . The Luck' appeared,
310 THE IDLER.
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This dress I'vehad at least a year, -
I shall want something too. "
BOYLE
·HE MORALIZETH WITHHYS .
boil for my poor neck.
Tet farsuch weak complaining be !
Hair time,that callst thebard, like me,
PART III.
THEOUT
UFF
AL
times, as it was.
If Mrs. Bunker's
services had not
been properly re-
warded or con-
sidered, it was cer-
tainly a great
shame, but really
he could not be
expected to make
it good. Certain
parties had cost him
trouble enough al-
" MEN HAD GATHERED IN KNOTS."
ready. Besides ,
really, she must see that his position between her husband, whom
he respected, and a certain other party was a delicate one. But.
316 THE IDLER.
Mrs. Bunker heard no more . She turned and ran down the stair-
case, carrying with her a burning cheek and blazing eye that
somewhat startled the complacent official .
She did not remember how she got home again . She had a
vague recollection of passing through the crowded streets, wonder-
ing if the people knew that she was an outcast, deserted by her
husband, deceived by her ideal hero, repudiated by her friends !
Men had gathered in knots before the newspaper offices , excited
and gesticulating over the bulletin boards that had such strange
legends as " The Crisis ," " Details of an Alleged Conspiracy to
Overthrow the Government," " The Assassin of Henderson to the
Fore Again," 66 Rumoured Arrests on the Mexican Frontier."
Sometimes she thought she understood the drift of them ; even
fancied they were the outcome of her visit-as if her very presence
carried treachery and suspicion with it, but generally they only
struck her benumbed sense as a dull, meaningless echo of some-
thing that had happened long ago. When she reached her house,
late that night, the familiar solitude of shore and sea gave her a
momentary relief, but with it came the terrible conviction that she
had forfeited her right to it,
that when her husband
came back it would be hers
no longer, and that with
their meeting she would
know it no more. For
through all her childish
vacillation and imagin-
ings she managed to
cling to one steadfast
resolution . She would
tell him everything, and know the
worst. Perhaps he would never
come ; perhaps she should not be
alive to meet him .
And so the days and nights
slowly passed . The solitude which her
previous empty deceit had enabled her
to fill with such charming visions now
in her awakened remorse seemed only to " THAT GREY SEA, ETERNALLY
protract her misery. Had she been a WAITING FOR HER."1
more experienced, though even a more guilty, woman she would
have suffered less. Without sympathy or counsel, without even
THE CONSPIRACY OF MRS. BUNKER. 317
against the wind towards the little cove where but a moment
before she had drawn up the dingey beyond the reach of
breaking seas. It was a whale hoat from Sancelito containing
few men. As they neared the landing she recognised in the man
who seemed to be directing the boat the second friend of Colonel
Marion-the man who had come with the Secretary to take him
off, but whom she had never seen again. In her present horror
of that memory she remained hidden , determined at all hazards
to avoid a meeting. When they had landed, one of the men
halted accidentally before the shrubbery where she was concealed
as he caught his first view of the cottage, which had been in-
visible from the Point they had rounded .
" Look here, Bragg," he said , turning to Marion's friend , in a
voice which was distinctly audible to Mrs. Bunker. " What are
we to say to these people ? "
" There's only one, " returned the other. " The man's at sea.
His wife's here. She's all right."
" You said she was one of us ? "
" After a fashion. She's the woman who helped Marion when
he was here. I reckon he made it square with herfrom the beginning,
for she forwarded letters from him since. But you can tell her as
much or as little as you find necessary when you see her."
66' Yes, but we must settle that now,"
petticoats mixed
up with our
affairs. I propose to
make an examina-
tion of the place without bothering
our heads about her."
" But we must give some reason
་་ THE WOMAN WOULD SURELY for coming here, and we must ask her
COME OUT." to keep dark, or we'll have her blabbing
to the first person she meets," urged the other.
" She's not likely to see anybody before night, when the brig
will be in. and the men and guns landed . Move on, and let Jim
THE CONSPIRACY OF MRS. BUNKER .
319
take soundings off the cove, while I look along the shore.
It's just as well that there's a house here, and a little cover like
this "-pointing to the shrubbery-"to keep the men fron making
too much of a show until after the earthworks are up. There are
sharp eyes over at the fort."
"There don't seem to be anyone in the house now," returned
the other after a moment's scrutiny of the cottage, " or the woman
would surely come out at the barking of the dogs, even if she
hadn't seen us. Likely she's gone to Sancelito."
"So much the better. Just as well that she should know
nothing until it happens. Afterwards we'll settle with the
husband for the price of possession ; he has only
a squatter's rights. Come along ; we'll have
bad weather before we get back round the
Point again, but so much the better, for it
will keep off any inquisitive long-
shore cruisers ."
They moved away. But Mrs.
Bunker, stung through her benumbed
and brooding consciousness , and made
desperate by this repeated revelation of
her former weakness, had heard enough
to make her feverish to hear more. She
knew the intricacies of the shrubbery
thoroughly. She knew every foot of shade
and cover of the clearing, and creeping like a
cat from bush to bush, she managed , without
being discovered, to keep the party in sight
and hearing all the time. It required no great
discernment, even for an inexperienced woman
like herself, at the end of an hour, to gather their
real purpose . It was to prepare for the secret
SHE KNEW EVERY
landing of an armed force, disguised as labourers , FOOT OF COVER."
who, under the outward show of quarrying in the bluff, were to
throw up breastworks, and fortify the craggy shelf. The landing
was fixed for that night, and was to be effected by a vessel now
cruising outside the Heads.
She understood it all now. She remembered Marion's speech
about the importance of the bluff for military purposes ; she
remembered the visit of the officers from the fort opposite. The
strangers were stealing a march upon the Government, and by
night would be in possession. It was perhaps an evidence of her
320 THE IDLER.
her abreast of the Point, where she met the reflux current sweeping
round it that carried her well along into the channel, now sluggish
with the turn of the tide. After half an hour's pulling, she was
delighted to find herself again in a reverse current, abreast of her
cottage, but steadily increasing her distance from it. She was, in
fact, on the extreme outer edge of a vast whirlpool formed by the
force of the gale on a curving lee shore, and was being carried to
her destination in a semi-circle around that bay which she never
could have crossed. She was moving now in a line with the shore
and the Fort, whose flagstaff, above its green , square, and white
quarters, she could see distinctly, and whose lower water battery
and landing seemed to stretch out from the rocks scarcely a mile
ahead . Protected by the shore from the fury of the wind , and even
of the sea, her progress was also steadily accelerated by the velocity
of the current, mingling with the ebbing tide. A sudden fear
seized her. She turned the boat's head towards the shore, but it
seemed blown and scattered above her head ; she even thought she
could see some men in blue uniforms moving along the little pier.
She was passing it ; another fruitless effort to regain her ground,
but she was swept along steadily towards the Gate, the whitening
bar and the open sea.
She knew now what it all meant. This was what she had
come for ; this was the end ! Beyond, only a little beyond, just a
few moments longer to wait , and then, out there among the
breakers was the rest that she had longed for but had not dared to
seek. It was not her fault ; they could not blame her. He would
come back and never know what had happened- nor even know
how she had tried to atone for her deceit. And he
would find his house in possession of-of-those devils !
No ! no ! she must not die yet, at least not until she had
warned the Fort. She seized the oars
again with frenzied strength ; the boat had
stopped under the unwonted strain ;
staggered, tried to rise in an uplifted sea,
took part of it over her bow, struck down
Mrs. Bunker under half a ton of blue
water that wrested the oars from her
paralysed hands like playthings , swept
them over the gunwale, and left her lying
senseless in the bottom of the boat.
* * * * *
*
" Hold har-rd-or you'll run her
down."
"Now then, Riley-look alive- is it
slapin' ye are !"
" Hold yer jaw, Flanigan, and stand ready
with the boat hook. Now then, hold har-rd !"
" HER HEAD PILLOWED ON THE SHIRT The sudden jarring and tilting of the
SLEEVE OF AN ARTILLERY CORPORAL." water- logged boat, a sound of rasping
timbers, the swarming of men in shirt sleeves and blue trousers
around her, seemed to rouse her momentarily, but she again
fainted away.
When she struggled back to consciousness once more she was
wrapped in a soldier's jacket, her head pillowed on the shirt sleeve
of an artillery corporal in the stern sheets of that eight- oared
Government barge she had remembered . But the only officer
was a bare-headed, boyish lieutenant, and the rowers were an
THE CONSPIRACY OF MRS. BUNKER. 323
officer of the guard, threw herself upon her husband's breast and
sobbed and laughed as if her heart would break !
Nor did she scarcely hear his hurried comment to the officer
and unconscious corroboration of her story : How a brig had raced
them from the Gate, was heading for the bar, but suddenly
sheered off and put away to sea again, as if from some signal
from the headland. " Yes-the bluff, " interrupted Captain
Jennings bitterly, " I thought of that, but the old man said it
was more diplomatic just now to prevent an attempt than even
to successfully resist it."
But when they were alone again in their little cottage, and
Zephas's honest eyes-with no trace of evil knowledge or suspicion
in their homely, neutral lightness-were looking into hers with his
usual simple trustfulness, Mrs. Bunker trembled, whimpered , and
-I grieve to say-basely funked her bcted confession . But
here the Deity which protects feminine weakness intervened with
the usual miracle. As he gazed at his
wife's troubled face, an apologetic cloud
came over his rugged but
open brow, and a smile of
awkward, deprecating em-
barrassment suffused his
eyes. " I declare to good-
ness, Mollie, but I must tell
you suthin, although I guess
I didn't kalkilate to say
a word about it. But darn
it all , I can't keep it in. No !
Lookin' inter that innercent face
o' yourn "-pressing her flush-
ing cheeks between his cool
66 GAZING INTER THEM TWO TRUTHFUL EYES. brown hands — " and gazing
inter them two truthful eyes "-they blinked at this moment
with a divine modesty-" and thinkin ' of what you've just
did for your kentry-like them revolutionary women o' '76 -
I feel like a darned swab of a traitor myself. Well ! what I want
ter tell you is this : Ye know, or ye've heard me tell o' that Mrs.
Fairfax as left her husband for that fire-eatin' Marion , and stuck
to him through thick and thin, and stood watch and watch with
him in this howlin' Southern rumpus they're kickin' up all along
the coast, as if she was a man herself. Well , jes as I hauled up
at the wharf at ' Frisco , she comes aboard ."
THE CONSPIRACY OF MRS. BUNKER. 327
99 she says .
"You're Cap Bunker ?
" That's me, Ma'am," I says.
" You're a Northern man and you go with your kind , " sez she ;
" but you're a white man, and thar's no cur blood in you.
But you aint listenin', Mollie-you're dead tired, lass "-with a
commiserating look at her now whitening face-"and I'll haul in line
and wait. Well, to cut it short, she wanted me to take her down
the coast a bit to where she could join Marion . She said she'd
been shook by his friends , followed by spies- and blame my skin ,
Mollie, ef that proud woman didn't break down and cry like a
baby. Now, Mollie, what got me in all this, was that them
Chivalry folks- ez was always jawin' about their • Southern
dames' and their " Ladye fairs ,' and always runnin' that kind of
bilge water outer their scuppers whenever they careened over on a
fair wind-was jess the kind to throw off on a woman, when they
didn't want her, and I kinder thought I'd like her to see the
difference betwixt the latitude o' Charleston and Cap Cod . So I
told her I didn't want the jewelry and dimons she offered me , but
if she would come down to the wharf, after dark, I'd smuggle her
aboard , and I'd allow to the men that she was your Auntie ez I
was givin' a free passage to ! Lord ! dear ! think o' me takin '
the name o' Mollie Bunker's aunt in vain for that sort o' woman !
Think o' me," continued Captain Bunker with a tentative
chuckle- " sort o' pretendin' to hand yo'r Auntie to Kernel Marion
for--for his lady love ! I don't wonder ye's half frighted and
half laffin'," he added , as his wife uttered a hysterical cry ; " it was
awful ! But it worked, and I got her off, and wots more I got
her shipped to Mazatlan , where she'll join Marion , and the two
are goin' back to Virginy, where I guess they won't trouble
Californy again. Ye know now, deary," he went on, speaking
with difficulty through Mrs. Bunker's clinging arms and fast
dripping tears , " why I didn't heave to to say good-bye.' But
its all over now- I've made a clean breast of it, Mollie-and don't
you cry ! "
But it was not all over. For a moment later, Captain Bunker
began to fumble in his waistcoat pocket with the one hand that
was not clasping his wife's waist . " One thing more , Mollie ;
when I left her and refused to take any of her dimons , she put
a queer sort o' ring into my hand , and told me with a kind o'
mischievious, bedevilin' smile, that I must keep it to remember
her by. Here it is-why Mollie-lass ! are you crazy ?"
328 THE IDLER .
She had snatched it from his fingers and was running swiftly
from the cottage out into the tempestuous night. He followed
closely, until she reached the
edge of the rocks. And only
then, in the straggling, fast-
flying moonlight, she raised a
passionate hand, and threw it
far into the sea.
As he led her back to the
cottage she said she was jealous ,
and honest Captain Bunker, with
his arm around her, felt himself the happiest
man in the world !
* * * * *
From that day the Flag flew regularly
over the rocky shelf, and, in time, bugles
and morning drum-beats were wafted from
it to the decks of passing ships. For
the Federal Government had adjudged
the land for its own use, paid Captain
Bunker a handsome sum for its possession ,
and had discreetly hidden the little cottage " HE FOLLOWED CLOSELY UNTIL
of Mrs. Bunker and its history for ever SHE REACHED THE EDGE OF
THE ROCKS.""
behind bastion and casemate.
[THE END.]
Famous Idling Places.
HYERES .
BY ROBERT BARR .
VILLA OFLUXEMBOU
The Romance of Sergeant Clancy.
By E. W. HORNUNG .
ILLUSTRATED BY H. C. SEPPINGS Wright.
The wideawake was pushed higher still . Clancy saw half the
face now, and was attracted .
" I wished to protect you from the
sun," he protested , with perhaps con-
scious gallantry-"that was all ; I
never meant to disturb you ."
She eyed him from the ground. He
was not a very fine fellow to look at.
He was thin and tall, and he
stooped ; his face was sallow, he
HC
SW
waited ently .
Thepati villainous Slagg was one of those picturesque persons
who decorate the outer rings of civilisation more often than the
populous bull's -eye . He was of the medium height and build, had
really handsome features (when newly shaved ) , and he had given
Nancy her eyes . But he was the acknowledged rogue of the
district , and the Sergeant smoked an occasional evening pipe with
He ran the risk sometimes ,
him at the peril of his own position .
however , and when he did Nancy would be there . More often he
would manage to encounter her when going the round of her
rabbit -traps , and the girl would laugh and fling slang at him
THE ROMANCE OF SERGEANT CLANCY. 339
across a gulf of her own fixing, captivating him in her own way.
It was a way that strengthened without tightening existing bonds.
She encouraged him in her rough fashion , yet kept him at a dis-
heartening distance, and this with a facility really astonishing in
one so purely a child of nature . It never occurred to him that the
encouragement was not genuine, but enforced by old Slagg, who
would score considerably by an attachment between his daughter
and the Sergeant, through the latter's consequent attitude towards
himself.
Slagg had a reputation for sheep- stealing : he had been caught
at it, and convicted , before this ; and it was Clancy's dread that it
might fall to him to catch and convict the old sinner again . I am
afraid the gallant Sergeant neglected his severest duty for the sake
of Slagg's daughter and her brilliant eyes ; either there were some
things he would not see , or he was blind and unfit for the force .
What he saw with all his soul , and naturally to the eclipse of
duty, was the uncouth beauty of this strapping girl ; and later,
her good heart. For she had merits other than her eyes and hair ,
the ripe tint of her skin , or the graceful curves which old clothes ,
never made for Nancy, could not hide. Of the two inhabitants of
the hovel opposite the police - barracks, it was the girl who supplied
the necessaries of their lives always barring the mutton , which
was a luxury, and never paid for . Nancy was the rabbiter, who
went the round of her traps every day, and carried the skins to the
station once a week, where they fetched sixpence each . Nancy
had paid for the piebald pony which her father rode, and from
which he had fallen more than once when in drink. Nancy carved
the emu -eggs, and carved them better than anyone else in those
parts, so that her work would have paid her really well had she
known its actual value. And it was Nancy who took care of her
disreputable old father, drunk or sober, and bore his violence in
either state, brooking no word against him from sympathising
neighbours.
Past Cockatoo Corner, and immediately behind the tenement of
old Slagg, flowed one of the rivers which give to this part of New
South Wales the name of the Riverina ; that is to say, it so
flowed three seasons out of four : in summer it became a mere
chain of waterholes . Though the surrounding country was free
from forest, the river banks were well timbered , and behind the
hovel the savage Nancy could boast of that luxury of civilised
girlhood-a favourite tree. The tree was a willow with a fork
jutting over the river. In this fork Nancy Slagg would sit carving,
340 THE IDLER.
inquiry or two respecting the new assistant there ; and these served
only to deepen his dejection ; for already the young man seemed
to bear an excellent character in the township .
Before the day was over Clancy encountered the young man
again, this time unintentionally. It was late in the evening, near
the pine-ridge where he had first set eyes on Nancy Slagg , and
whither he now wandered- egregiously enough to calm his soul.
And the young man was not alone ; Nancy Slagg was with him .
The Sergeant strode back to the township, breathing hard,
and met old Slagg on his way out.
" Have you seen my girl Nancy ? " asked Slagg, excitedly.
The Sergeant had no time to consider ; he let his instinct answer,
and astonished himself by saying steadily : " No- I haven't. "
" They're together somewhere-damn them ! "
" Are you sure ? "
"Pretty positive ; and I thought it was somewhere in this
direction, but you've not seen a trace of ' em, eh ? ”
" Not a trace," answered the Sergeant, already half regretting
his instinctive lie, and wholly marvelling at it, but sticking to it
as one does to a lie once told .
So Slagg was thrown off that particular scent. And whatever
happened later in the hovel, there was no collision between Hyslop
and the old man that night, nor the next, nor the night after that.
Then came a darker one than usual , and what was rarer, a gentle rain.
The Sergeant sat in his verandah , thinking , to the rather agree-
able accompaniment of rain drops on a corrugated iron roof. He
was also smoking, and his spirit was comparatively calm . Affairs,
too, had calmed somewhat during the last three days . The youth
Hyslop was conducting himself as admirably as ever behind his
counter, and was but seldom seen outside the premises ; in fact, he
was running no more risks . Moreover, some sort of reconciliation
seemed to have taken place between the two Slaggs . And above all ,
Nancy had been civil - more than civil for Nancy Slagg -to
Sergeant Clancy. So the good Sergeant was once more smoking
the pipe of peace not in name only. His imagination was itself
again, and the picture of Nancy , becomingly dressed, and enthroned
in this very verandah as his wife- this picture , which had got out
of focus, was now as clearly defined as it had ever been .
He was considering ways of strengthening his hand . One
way he had thought of in the beginning of things, when all his
ideas had come from books, and this among them . It was to
detect and incarcerate the old sheep- stealer-that were not hard—
344 THE IDLER.
and to convert him, in durance vile, into the ace of trumps. The
girl, in her way, was
devoted to her father.
The ingenuous Ser-
geant did not in-
deed propose to hold
a pistol to this de-
votion. But if
he allowed him-
self to be prevailed
upon, and, at the last and most dra-
matic moment, set the father free ,
the effect on the girl might be as that of
66 SMOKING THE PIPE OF PEACE."
the pistol , with a less disagreeable after-
effect. His sense of official duty had become regrettably demoralised,
partly owing (no doubt) to an unhealthy appetite for fiction.
But Sergeant Clancy read books as he would have eaten fancy
puddings without inquiring, even in his own mind, how they
were made. So he did not see very clearly his way through the
situation suggested . It kept him up very late indeed, and then
something happened to keep him up all night. Something real :
a horseman rode out from behind the shanty of old Slagg, and
passed close to the barracks , heading in the direction of Cockatoo
Station. It was still raining, it was darker than ever, but the pie-
bald pony was unmistakable as it passed the angle of the barracks ;
and if that were not old Slagg astride of her, Sergeant Clancy,
as he buckled on the belt that supported his revolver, desired him-
self to be shot. The old man was after no good ; he would
follow, and discover what bad ; and as to the end- it depended .
Two hours later he was back in the verandah-at one end of
it-wet through with rain and sweat ; crouching, with his revolver
in one hand and the other hollowed at his ear. Hoof- sounds met
it the thief was returning with his plunder : and it was not
sheep, but horses !
At this end of the township the sand was heavy ; none should
know it better than old Slagg ; and Clancy was not surprised
when the two driven horses trotted close by the barracks - close
THE ROMANCE OF SERGEANT CLANCY. 345
eyes were dry, and dull ; but she spoke on one hard despairing
note that struck straighter to the heart than tears.
"Your Jack ! Then you love him-all this much ?"
" You may have me if you let him go. My poor old Jack !
You'd be done for , like father, when you came out ! "
In the lessening darkness the Sergeant looked long into her
dull, sad eyes ; and life rolled out before him, with those splendid
eyes always meeting his, dull and sad to the end . And that was
enough. He stepped inside, and came back with a key, which
he put in Nancy's hands. " Let him out yourself," he said .
" God knows what I have been thinking of doing ! "
He went round to the yard, and bridled the two horses he
found there ; for they were his own . He led them out in the rain,
and in the darkness, which was not the darkness that had been.
He regretted the growing light, for in it Nancy Slagg and Jack
Hyslop took well-nigh a furlong to vanish, the two together,
riding away for ever from Cockatoo Corner. And it had been bad
enough to be left standing in eternal darkness ,
with Nancy's wild, impetuous kiss red -hot on
his cheek, and her tears of gratitude still wet
upon his face.
But daylight found Sergeant Clancy kneeling
at the tree where he had seen her first, and strip-
ping off the bark, just where her head had rested.
He had become alive to the fact that his personal
love- story had reared suddenly, and toppled over
without his knowing it. He was now performing
the kind of final act his reading taught him to
expect of himself, as the hero of his own romance.
CLUB
it that you don't see anything like them in nature ? Now I have
found out why it is . You are not householders . Living in apart-
ments, or chambers , or a flat , life seems like that to you ; but just
charter a house with a roof, and a kitchen - boiler , and drains , and
rates and taxes , and a wife , and all the rest of it, and you will
find out what a romantic drama your life will become.
sane ; Hamlet, Prince of all the " fellows crawling 'twixt earth
and heaven " ; of Mrs. Humphry Ward's Langham ; of Mr.
Barrie's " Noble Simms ." It only remains for Hamlet to be
played as a man of genius by one. Mr. Tree seems to have
exhausted himself in the conception.
living, and above all had not made his contribution to the general
endowment fund for the unborn , why he should be called upon to
perform the happy dispatch ; it should be a really happy dispatch,
a lethal chamber provided with luxuries of the most delightful
kind, in the enjoyment of which the happy dispatcher should go to
sleep, and wake no more unless through he kind consideration of
the ruler of the other world, wherever or whatever that might be.
A
THE IDLER
MAY, 1892.
Novel Notes.
BY JEROME K. JEROME .
out with such pedantic precision and such evident absence of all
feeling of responsibility concerning the result as to surround our
home legislation with quite a military atmosphere.
On the present occasion she stood quietly by while the
MacShaughnassy method of fire-laying was expounded to her.
When Ethelbertha had finished she simply said :
" You want me to lay the fires like that ?"
" Yes, Amenda, we'll always have the fires laid like that in
future, if you please."
" All right, mum," replied Amenda, with perfect unconcern ,
and there the matter ended for that evening.
On coming downstairs the next morning we found the break-
fast table spread very nicely, but there was no breakfast. We
waited . Ten minutes went by-a quarter of an hour- twenty
minutes. Then Ethelbertha rang the bell . In response Amenda
presented herself, calm and respectful .
" Do you know that the proper time for
breakfast is half- past eight, Amenda ?"
" Yes'm."
ask her if she knew the time. She replied, " Yes, sir," and
disappeared into the back kitchen. At the end of about thirty
seconds or so, I called down again. " I asked you, Amenda," I
said reproachfully, " to tell me the time about ten minutes ago."
" Oh, did you ?" she called back pleasantly. " I beg your
pardon. I thought you asked me if I knew it-it's half-past four."
Ethelbertha enquired-to return to our fire-if she had tried
lighting it again .
" Oh, yes, mum," answered the girl. " I've tried
four times." Then she added cheer-
fully, " I'll try again if you like, mum."
Amenda was the most willing ser-
vant we ever paid wages to.
Ethelbertha said she would step
down and light the fire herself,
and told Amenda to follow her
and watch how she did it.
I felt interested in the ex-
periment, and followed
also . Ethelbertha
tucked up her frock and
-set to work. Amenda
and I stood round and
looked on.
At the end of half-
an - hour, Ethelbertha
retired from the contest
hot and dirty, and a
little irritable. The
fireplace retained the same
cold, cynical expression with
which it had greeted our
entrance.
Then I tried. I honestly
tried my best. I was eager
and anxious to succeed. For
one reason, I wanted my
breakfast. For another, I
" I FELT INTERESTED IN THE "EXPERIMENT, AND
wanted to be able to say that FOLLOWED ALSO."
I had done this thing. It
seemed to me that for any human being to light a fire, laid as that
fire was laid, would be a feat to be proud of. To light a fire even
NOVEL NOTES. 369
" Do, Amenda, " said Ethelbertha , rising. And then she added,
" I think we'll always have them lighted in the old way, Amenda ,
ifyou please."
Another time he showed us how to make coffee-according to
the Arabian method . Arabia must be a very untidy country if
they make coffee often over there. He dirtied three saucepans ,
four jugs, one tablecloth, two strainers, one nutmeg-grater, one
hearthrug, two chairs, three cups , and
himself. This made coffee for two-
what would have been necessary in
the case of a party, one dares not
think.
That we did not like the coffee
when made, MacShaughnassy at-
tributed to our debased taste the
result of long indulgence in an in-
ferior article. He drank both cups
himself, and afterwards went home in
a cab.
He had an aunt in those days, I
remember, a mysterious old lady, who
lived in some secluded retreat from
which she wrought incalculable mischief upon
MacShaughnassy's friends . What he did not
know the one or two things that he was not
an authority upon-this aunt of his knew. مهد معنده
"No," he would say with engaging candour-- HE SHOWED US HOW TO MAKE
COFFEE."
"no, that is a thing I cannot advise you about
myself. But," he would add, " I'll tell you what I'll do . I'll
write to my aunt and ask her." And a day or two afterwards he
would call again, bringing his aunt's advice with him ; and, if you
were young and inexperienced, or a natural born imbecile, you
might possibly follow it.
She sent us a recipe on one occasion , through MacShaughnassy,
for the extermination of blackbeetles. We occupied a very
picturesque old house ; but, like most picturesque old houses , its
advantages were chiefly external. There were many holes and
cracks and crevices within its cracking framework. Frogs, who
had lost their way and taken the wrong turning, would suddenly
discover themselves in the middle of our dining- room, apparently
quite as much to their own surprise and annoyance as to ours. A
numerous company of rats and mice, remarkable as a body for
NOVEL NOTES. 371
ain't one
" Ah, that's a wonderful book , sir, " he went on . " I
of them as has got brains of their own- no: to speak of-but
I know enough to know them as has ; and when I read that little
book, I says to myself, Josiah Hackett (that's my name, sir) , when
you're in doubt don't you get addling that thick head of yours , as
will only tell you all wrong ; you go to the gentleman as wrote that
little book and ask him for his advice. He is a kind -hearted
gentleman, as anyone can see, and he'll give it you ; and when
you've got it, you go straight ahead, full steam , and don't you stop
for nothing, ' cause he'll know what's best for you , same as he
knows what's best for everybody. That's what I says , sir ; and
that's what I'm here for."
He paused, and wiped his brow with a green cotton handker-
chief. I prayed him to proceed .
It appeared that the worthy fellow wanted to marry, but could
not make up his mind whom he wanted to marry. He had his
eye-so he expressed it- upon two young women, and they, he
had reason to believe, regarded him in return with more than
usual favour . His difficulty was to decide which of the two-
both of them excellent and deserving young persons- would make
him the best wife . The one , Juliana , the only daughter of a
retired sea-captain , he described as a winsome lassie , with fair hair
and blue eyes . The other, whose name was Hannah , was an
older and altogether more womanly girl. She was the eldest of a
large family. Her father, he said, was a God- fearing man , and
was doing well in the timber trade . He asked me which of them
I should advise him to marry .
I was flattered . What man in my position would not have
been ? This Josiah Hackett had come from afar to hear
my wisdom . He was willing-nay, anxious-to entrust his whole
life's happiness to my discretion . That he was wise in doing so ,
I entertained no doubt. The choice of a wife I had always
held to be a matter needing a calm, unbiased judgment, such as
no lover could possibly bring to bear upon the subject. In such a
case, I should not have hesitated to offer advice to the wisest of
men . To this poor, simple-minded fellow, I felt it would be cruel
to refuse it.
He handed me photographs of both the young persons under
consideration . I jotted down on the back of each such particulars
as I deemed would assist me in estimating their respective fitness
for the vacancy in question , and promised to carefully consider the
problem, and write him in a day or two.
376 THE IDLER .
cheek, while she coaxed him into letting her have this and do that
which she ought not to have and do-petting her and humouring
her every whim, and so ruining her for all useful purposes what-
ever.
Josiah, I had also to remember , was
a man evidently of weak character .
He would need management . Now,
there was something about Hannah's
eye that eminently suggested manage-
ment.
At the end of two days my mind
was made up. I wrote " Hannah on
a slip of paper, and posted it.
A fortnight afterwards I received a
letter from Josiah . He thanked me for
my advice, but added, incidentally, that
he wished I could have made it " Julia."
However, he said, he felt sure I knew
best, and by the time I received the
letter he and Hannah would be one.
That letter worried me considerably .
I began to wonder if, after all , I had
chosen the right girl . Suppose Hannah
was not all I thought her ! What a
terrible thing it would be for Josiah.
What data, sufficient to reason upon ,
had I possessed ? How did I know 66 THERE
WAS SOMETHING ABOUT HANNAH'S
that Hannah was not a lazy, ill-tem- EYE THAT EMINENTLY SUGGESTED
pered girl, a continual thorn in the side MANAGEMENT."
far-away home when the first news of Josiah's marriage fell like a
cruel stone into the hitherto placid waters of her life . I saw her
kneeling by her father's chair while the white-haired , bronzed old
man gently stroked the golden head shaking with silent sobs
against his breast. My remorse was almost more than I could
bear.
I put her aside and took up " Hannah"-my chosen one. She
seemed to be regarding me with a cold smile of heartless triumph.
There began to take possession of me a feeling of positive dislike
to Hannah.
I fought against the feeling . I told myself it was prejudice.
But the more I reasoned against it the stronger it became. I
could tell that, as the days went by, it would grow from dislike to
loathing, from loathing to hate-and this was the woman I had
deliberately selected as a life companion , for Josiah.
For weeks I knew no peace of mind . Every letter that arrived
I dreaded to open , fearing it might be from Josiah. At every
knock I started up , and looked about for a hiding place. Every
time I came across the heading, 66 Domestic Tragedy," in the
newspapers, I broke into a cold perspiration. I expected to read
that Josiah and Hannah had murdered each other and died
cursing me.
As the time went by, however, and I heard nothing, my fears
began to assuage, and my belief in my own intuitive good
judgment to return . Maybe , I had done a good thing for Josiah
and Hannah, and they were blessing me. Three years passed
peacefully away, and I was beginning to forget the existence of
the Hacketts .
Then he came again. I returned home from business one
evening to find him waiting for me in the hall . The moment I
saw him I knew that my worst fears had fallen short of the truth.
I motioned him to follow me to my study. He did so, and seated
himself in the identical chair on which he had sat three years ago .
The change in him was remarkable ; he looked old and careworn .
His manner was that of resigned hopelessness.
We both remained for awhile without speaking , he twirling his
hat as at our first interview, I making a show of arranging the
papers on my desk. At length , feeling that anything would be
more bearable than this silence, I turned to him.
66 Things have not been going well with you , I'm afraid,
Josiah ? " I said.
" No, sir," he replied quietly ; " I can't say as they have,
380 THE IDLER.
course, all this has nothing to do with you, sir . You've got
troubles of your own , I daresay, sir. I didn't come here to worry
you with mine. That would be a poor return for all your kindness
to me."
" What has become of Julia ? " I asked . I did not feel I wanted
to question him any more about his own affairs .
A smile broke the settled melancholy of his features . " Ah, "
he said, in a more cheerful tone than he had hitherto employed ,
" it does one good to think about her, it does . She's married to a
friend of mine now, young Sam Jessop . I slips out and gives ' em
a call now and then , when Hannah ain't round . Lord , it's like
getting a glimpse of heaven to look into their little home. He
6 Well, you was a sawny-
often chaffs me about it, Sam does .
headed chunk, Josiah, you was , ' he often says to me. We're old
chums, you know, sir, Sam and me, so he don't mind joking a bit
like."
Then the smile died away, and he added with a sigh , " Yes,
I've often thought since , sir, how jolly it would have been if you
could have seen your way to making it Juliana .”
I felt I must get him back to Hannah at any cost. I said : " I
suppose you and your wife are still living in the old place ? "
" Yes," he replied, " if you can call it living. It's a hard
struggle with so many of us."
He said he did not know how he should have managed at all if
it had not been for the help of the Captain, Julia's father. He
said " the Captain " had behaved more like an angel than any-
thing else he knew of.
" I don't say as he's one of your clever sort, you know, sir, "
he explained . " Not the man as one would go to for advice , like
one would to you , sir ; but he's a good sort for all that."
" And that reminds me , sir," he went on , " of what I've come
་་
here about. You'll think it very bold of me to ask, sir, but—— ”
I interrupted him . " Josiah ," I said , " I admit that I am
much to blame for what has come upon you. You asked me for
my advice. I gave it you. Which of us was the bigger idiot, we
will not discuss . The point is that I did give it, and I am not
a man to shirk my responsibilities . What, in reason , you ask,
and I can grant, I will give you."
He was overcome with gratitude. " I knew it, sir," he said.
" I knew you would not refuse me. I said so to Hannah . I said,
' I will go to that gentleman and ask him. I will go to him and
ask him for his advice.' "
382 THE IDLER .
while the white moon shone between the chinks of the storm
upon the desolate face of that splendid sorrow in front, and the
black feet of the clouds trod in gloomy procession across the
sodden, unkempt lawns, the measure of the price of my victory,
the depth of my loneliness, was forced upon me, and I wrung
my hands and hid my face and prayed to the night time, prayed
to the great, unforgiving, inscrutable powers-prayed as I had
never prayed before in shame or in sickness , cursing in my
blindness and folly that black debt and him who had bequeathed
me to pay it and leant me against a tree and wept like the
weak fool that I was-wept , but did not waver !
Presently the gust was over, and walking out into the light I
hardened my heart and approached the house from whose many
windows only one small streak of brightness shone into the dark
air from where an old servitor and her husband lodged . The hall
had been left in charge of these, and it was they
who gave me admittance and had prepared in some
measure for my coming. I will not say what a flood
of memories rushed upon me as I stood again
in the old wainscoted hall , or, later on , as-
cended the broad stair-
case and passed down a
long ranked avenue of
my ancestors ' portraits
to my bedroom ; those
crowding recollections of dead
days were infinitely painful,
my senses were all on the alert
for laughing voices the memory of
which filled every echo in these
gloomy corridors with ghostly
meaning, and my heart hungered
for some sign of life or love to
break the speechless emptiness of
the desolate place. I washed and
dressed in moody abstraction , and
then made my way down to the
great banquet room, where a soli-
ASCENDED THE BROAD STAIRCASE." tary, stately supper was laid for me
in grim parody of my condition .
There I supped under the wide vaulted roof at the table that
had sat a hundred , the pale shine of two tall candles making a
RUTHERFORD THE TWICEBORN . 391
cry, and, ever acting as though that life it lived upon the minute
were the only one, the while it floundered slowly through am-
biguous sloughs towards the pale,
deathless glimmer of that distant
godly Hopewhich was
its life and being
-back reeled my
consciousness
back by death-
beds and altars
and cradles, and
cradles and
death - beds and
altars ; at one
minute of that
compressed un-
derstanding I
saw myselfloath-
some for base
design and deed,
and then the rhythm of that
ceaseless struggle for the 66 LAID A LIGHT, THIN HAND UPON MY WRIST."
better which my ego waged
mended as the baseness mended ; at one minute my staggering,
startled consciousness saw itself grey and lean and wrinkled—
stretched in courtly obsequies upon a bed of silk and minever- and
then, as a soldier hot and young, waving a broken hilt in the
thick red tangles of charging squadrons ; at one minute of those
lives that flashed in endless sequence before their liver, that
liver, sunk in shameful hopelessness, scarcely lived, and then
anon-at a hair's- breadth interval- he rose to heroic heights .
I could not stand the stress of that wild vision , and presently
ceased recalling all on a sudden, the material materialised again ,
and with a gasp I was myself the opaque curtain of cor-
poreal being clouded my mind, leaving only a vague conscious-
ness behind that I had forgotten something I had lately
remembered !
" Back again, sweet kinsman , " cried the shadow, standing right
in front of me ;
" back again, sweet comrade, back into the black
sea of the forgotten for that great pearl of fact you have not
found ! " and he touched me once more upon the wrist .
I struggled ; I would not go ; I gasped, and in a minute I had
gone again, and was spinning down long , dim vistas of the by and
CC
394 THE IDLER.
nicely the ways of ' chance ' (forsooth ! ) fit to the needs of justice ;
think again, kinsman ."
But I dared not. I staggered back, back from the glamour of that
shrouding presence about him, back from those inflexible grey eyes
. pin
2.M Kil
standing out keen and bright like two pale planets in the dusky
night of my hall ; I wrung my hands in my stress like a woman ,
and wailed as the fear and the doubt and the wonder played like hot
metal in my veins ; in a frenzy of terror , with the courage of a rat
in a corner, I remember swearing I would not remember again,
and for answer in a thought he had touched me with that smooth ,
cold, velvet touch, and I was away, nevertheless, dreaming anew,
right back into that age where my earlier self had done the
baseness, and thence, this time descending through the years , I
followed on the heels of the outlawed ones I had wronged. I saw
those dear, flitting phantoms stream across the stage of my com-
prehension , dropping as they went from their gentle condition
down into lesser ranks, son succeeding to father, and brother
to brother, a long line of yeomanry living in forgetfulness on 1
the outskirts of the land that was theirs but for my treachery ;
י
marrying and working and dying, writing their names in
churches and chapels and Bibles, until so many of them had
slipped by that presently all knowledge of the wrong that had
396 THE IDLER .
been suffered and the right unrestored was gone from amongst
them ! But could I overlook it ? Step by step and life by life
I saw the right in the cottage come down step by step and life by
life with the wrong in the hall . I saw that right inviolate slip
from name to name and hand to hand ; twice
it was nearly extinguished , and then, when I
somehow knew in my sleep I had followed it
down almost to the actual present day, all the
right and heirship of our wide acres and many
halls was concentrated by true descent, and
existed only.in
one fair, unwot-
ting, yeoman
girl. I saw her
bud in the swift,
bright sequence
of my involun-
taryrecollection
from a tender cottage maid
into a comely woman with
averted face ; I saw one in
dress of better kind ride down
I SAW THOSE DEAR, FLITTING PHANTOMS." and woo her by cottage door
and hazel copse, and win-
and lead her to the altar-
and all my straining soul and aching heart and stretching nerves
were breaking to look upon their faces, for here were they who
had bred him who was to-day true lord of Lutterworth and
Worsborough - he to whom I must give place, and light and
life, the embodied heir of that deathless wrong I had done. I
half dragged the white linen from the table, and the clattering
plates and cups , in the bitterness of my expectation ; I half rose
from my chair with starting , straining eyes, still body- senseless
as I was , and waited for those two to turn. And turn they did
in a minute, and with a stagger and a start and a cry from the
lowermost depths of my soul I tottered out of my vision into
the material world again, and tossed my arms aloft, and laughed
and wept, and reeled, and then fell fainting right across the floor,
RUTHERFORD THE TWICEBORN . 397
right at the feet of the grave, calm, gently smiling shadow who
was watching me, for I had seen them-all in one blinding,
dazzling moment of swift comprehension I had perceived that in
myself was the focus of wrong and of right, in me were both the
debt and the credit for those two were my father and mother !
*
* * *
There is nothing more to tell . I was ill after that, and when
I was well a bulky blue letter was handed
to me saying those who had undertaken
my search had, to their marvel , come to
conclusions the same as my own , but,
it need hardly be added,
by methods much more
prosaic. And Wanleigh
By L. D. POWLES.
ILLUSTRATED BY J. F. SULLIVAN .
Wot chanced to
belong to a
neighbour as kept
a jeweller's shop,
But he come upon
me sudden,
and copped me on the ' op.
" HE COME UPON ME SUDDEN."
THE IDLER.
400
Ah ! the toke was ' ard as brickbats, and the skilly awful thin ,
And never a feelin ' ' eart to sneak yer a drop o ' gin ,
Or even a pint of porter, but the mill , and the cold ' ard bed !
It worn't a pleasant time, Boss , but I done it on my 'ead,
But what I've ' elped in settin ' the parties by the ears ;
WORKING
MEN!
SECRETARYOUR
SUPPORT
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CO
COLLECTION WORKMEN
BY JAMES PAYN .
person from any point of view, but she suited Uncle Lock much
better than anyone, including himself, had had any idea of. Hard
as he was, and harsh as he could be, he sincerely regretted her
death, and, what seemed curious to many people, showed it in a
very sentimental fashion . As a matter of fact, all of us who are
not absolutely inhuman are actuated by sentiment, and those who
deny it at least as much as other people ; and the more we re-
press the natural emotions the more extravagant become the
expression of them . Thus, though Uncle Lock never wore
mourning for his wife, not
even in the mitigated
form of a two -inch hat-
band , he put away every
article of jewellery and
clothing she had worn in
a room the door of which
was never opened, and
kept the very books (mostly
on cookery and house-
keeping) she had used,
under glass, like melons
or cucumbers.
There was a soft place
indeed, that few suspected,
in Uncle Lock's heart, and
his niece Sophy found it
out. It was impossible,
indeed, for her to miss it,
Coll if it existed at all, for a
more delightful child than.
Sophy Mayhew it was
difficult to imagine ; nor
would she have seemed
' HIS NIECE SOPHY FOUND IT OUT. "
capable of improvement,
had she not become the most charming and gracious of young
women.
When her parents died , which they did a few years after her
birth, and comforted no doubt by the reflection that they had
made the world happier and better by presenting her to it, Uncle
Lock adopted her, and, I am bound to say, did his duty by her in
every respect save one-unfortunately for me, a most important
exception. He would not allow her to marry the man of her
UNCLE LOCK'S LEGACY . 407
choice. The objection he put forward was that he did not approve,
on principle, of the marriage of cousins. Everybody knows that
when anything is objected to " on principle, " it means that the
objecting party has a personal dislike to it, and this was what
Uncle Lock felt as regarded the suitor in question. It was not
the consanguinity he objected to so much as me ; but the pretext
exactly suited his purpose, for no improvement in myself, or my
position, could get over the fact that Sophy and I had had the
same grandfather.
Although I was an orphan , like herself, Uncle Lock never
adopted me, but only, in due course, made me his confidential
clerk and secretary. The salary I received for my services
was small , but, on the other hand, I lived under the same
roof with Sophy, which would have been compensation enough
for anything . How Uncle Lock could have supposed it
possible that such contiguity could have resulted in anything
short of a passionate devotion to her is
amazing to me, but he stigmatised it
as idiotic. After expressing his views
about the marriage of cousins (enter-
y ll
Syda Cowe
inhabited the same dwelling, I saw little of Sophy, being kept hard
at work in my uncle's office till near dinner time, and even when I
got home had few opportunities of speaking with her alone . But I
wrote to her long letters every night, and slipped them under her
chamber door when I went down to my early breakfast with my
uncle, at which she did not appear. They were very tender and
hopeful , speaking of the great fortune I hoped to make one day,
whose only value in my eyes would be its enabling me to call her
mine. They were also plentifully interspersed with verse of the
most touching kind. And she on her part replied to them in the
sweetest strain, adjuring me to keep a good heart , and be confident
of her unchangeable love ; but still duty ran through all of them,
and I am well convinced that her gratitude to our common relative
(to whom she was indebted for all she had) would never have per-
mitted her to disregard his prohibition so far as to wed me in
secret, had I been capable of proposing such a thing. All these
letters I kept, tied up with rose-coloured ribbon , and read and
re-read again and again ; I have reason to believe she did the
like, nor did we ever dream that this innocent but agreeable
correspondence would be interfered with. But one day it came
to a sudden and miserable end .
In Uncle Lock's " study,"
as he was pleased to term the
apartment in which he often
looked at his banker's book,
but which contained
no other, stood an oak
desk most beautifully
carved. This was
Sophy's handi-
work, and, as I
had often told
him , I envied
him the posses-
sion of it more
than anything
else in the world.
One evening ,
when I returned
from office, he
threw this open , "I FOUND THESE IN YOUR ROOM, YOUNG MAN. "
" I found these in your room , young man , and they are the
last you will ever receive from your cousin. She has given me her
word never to write to you again , on condition that I do not
destroy them, so here they will be kept safe enough . "
Transported with passion at this outrage, I exclaimed :
"When you ransacked my room I presume you read those
letters."
" You presume, sir, indeed , " he said , with a look of fury which
I shall never forget. To do my uncle justice, he was too much of
a gentleman to do anything of the kind , and such an imputation
was inexcusable. I made some sort of apology, but he only
answered :
" When I am dead , young man , you shall have them again ,
and not before."
Nothing more was said betweeen us, but I felt that I had
done for myself, so far as that " modest competence " from Uncle
Lock was concerned . It was characteristic of him, however, that
this incident made no difference in our external relations .
To outsiders, if we were not a united family, there was no
sign of any domestic unpleasantness, and though they instinctively
kept silence upon the matter, it was thought only probable (as,
indeed, it well might be) that we two young people were well
disposed to one another, and would sooner or later make a match
of it. If my uncle had objected to such an eventuality it seemed
only natural that he should have separated us, and placed me in
some other office than his own ; but , as has been shown , he had
taken another way with us, which he had good reason to feel
would be still more efficacious.
It was about six months after this that my uncle had a sudden
illness , which, though it did not confine him to the house for more
than a day or two, was, as I afterwards discovered , of a very serious
nature. He developed, in fact, symptoms of heart disease, and the
doctor, adjured to be candid, informed him that it was a warning
which would not be repeated-or, in other words, that his next
seizure would be a fatal one. The old gentleman received
this intelligence with much equanimity, merely observing that
his affairs had long been arranged with a view to any such
contingency ; nor did I notice that it made the slightest differ-
ence in his spirits or behaviour. There was, however, a
little difference, so Sophy afterwards told me, with very genuine
emotion , in his conduct to herself, which became more than
ever tender. I am glad to say I never spoke a word against
UNCLE LOCK'S LEGACY. 411
" Dear old man ," I murmured ; " how like him ! "
"Yes ; his method of leaving you the money was also
peculiar, one might almost say characteristic. To my nephew,
John Lock,' he says , ' since I know he values it very highly,
I leave my desk and its contents,' and in the desk was this
money. It, therefore, seems quite clear that it was intended
for you."
I nodded as confi-
dently as I could nod, but
words seemed somehow
to fail me.
It was not for me, a
mere layman, to dispute
a legal opinion.
Sophy, too , held
the same view as
the lawyer. She
had always
thought, she said,
that Uncle Lock
had only her
happiness in
view, and how
could he have
taken a better way
to ensure it ? She
" SHE HAD NOT A DOUBT OF HIS "1GOOD (TESTAMENTARY) had not a doubt of
INTENTIONS.'
his good (testa-
mentary) intentions. It was not for me, at that early stage of my
affections before I have even married her to contradict Sophy,
nor , indeed, have I ever breathed a word of doubt upon the matter.
But I sometimes think if Uncle Lock had lived a little longer-
say twelve hours-that those bonds would have gone to the
banker's, and his " desk and its contents " would not have been
quite so valuable a legacy as I found them.
Detective Stories Gone Wrong.
BY LUKE SHARP .
ILLUSTRATED BY GEORGE HUTCHINSON.
(With apologies to Dr. Conan Doyle, and his excellent book, " A Study
in Scarlet.")
DROPPED in on my friend, Sherlaw Kombs, to
hear what he had to say about the Pegram mystery,
as it had come to be called in the newspapers . I
found him playing the violin with a look of sweet
peace and serenity on his face, which I never noticed
on the countenances of those within hearing distance.
I knew this expression of seraphic calm indicated
that Kombs had been deeply annoyed
about something. Such, indeed, proved
to be the case, for one of the morning
papers had contained an article eulogising
the alertness and general competence of
Scotland Yard . So great was Sherlaw
Kombs's contempt for Scotland Yard that
he never would visit Scotland during his
vacations, nor would he ever admit that
a Scotchman was fit for anything but
export.
He generously put away his violin , for
he had a sincere liking for me, and greeted
" I FOUND HIM PLAYING THE VIOLIN." me with his usual kindness.
" I have come," I began, plunging at once into the matter on
my mind, " to hear what you think of the great Pegram mystery. "
" I haven't heard of it, " he said quietly, just as if all London
were not talking of that very thing . Kombs was curiously
ignorant on some subjects, and abnormally learned on others . I
found, for instance, that political discussion with him was impos-
sible, because he did not know who Salisbury and Gladstone were .
This made his friendship a great boon.
" The Pegram mystery has baffled even Gregory, of Scotland
Yard."
" I can well believe it," said my friend, calmly. " Perpetual
414 THE IDLER.
because, as you know, they are all in scarlet . If, as you say ,
London is talking of this mystery, it naturally follows that he will
talk of it, and the chances are he wished to consult with me upon
it .Anyone can see that, besides there is always--Come in ! "
There was a rap at the door this time.
A stranger entered . Sherlaw Kombs did not change his
lounging attitude.
" I wish to see Mr. Sherlaw Kombs, the detective," said
the stranger, coming within the range of the smoker's vision.
" This is Mr. Kombs, " I remarked at last, as my friend smoked
quietly, and seemed half-asleep.
"Allow me to introduce myself," continued the stranger,
fumbling for a card .
" There is no need . You are a journalist," said
Kombs.
" Ah," said the stranger, somewhat taken
aback, " you know me, then ."
" Never saw or heard of you in my life
before."
" Then how in the world- 29
are accounted for. Third , how could the murderer have escaped ?
Fourth, the passengers in the two compartments on each side of
the one where the body was found heard no scuffle and no shot
fired ."
" Are you sure the Scotch Express on the 21st did not stop
between London and Brewster ? '
"Now that you mention the fact, it did. It was stopped by
signal just outside of Pegram. There was a few moments ' pause,
when the line was reported clear, and it went on again . This
frequently happens, as there is a branch line beyond Pegram ."
Mr. Sherlaw Kombs pondered for a few moments, smoking his
pipe silently.
" I presume you wish the solution in time for to-morrow's
paper ? "
" Bless my soul, no. The editor thought if you
evolved a theory in a month you would do well ."
66
" My dear sir, I do not deal with theories , but
with facts. If you can make it convenient to call
here to- morrow at 8 a.m. I will give you the
full particulars early enough for the first
edition . There is no sense in taking up much
time over so simple an aftair as the Pegram
case. Good afternoon , sir."
Mr. Scribbings was too much as-
tonished to return the greeting. He
left in a speechless condition, and I
saw him go up the street with his hat
still in his hand.
Sherlaw Kombs relapsed into his
old lounging attitude, with his hands.
clasped behind his head . The smoke came from
his lips in quick puffs at first, then at longer inter-
vals. I saw he was coming to a conclusion, so
I said nothing.
"HIS HAT STILL IN HIS Finally he spoke in his most dreamy manner.
HAND."
"I do not wish to seem to be rushing things at
all, Whatson, but I am going out to-night on the Scotch Express .
Would you care to accompany me ?"
" Bless me !" I cried , glancing at the clock, " you haven't time ,
it is after five now ."
" Ample time, Whatson-ample," he murmured , without
changing his position . " I give myself a minute and a half to
DETECTIVE STORIES GONE WRONG . 419
change slippers and dressing gown for boots and coat, three
seconds for hat, twenty-five seconds to the street, forty-two seconds
waiting for a hansom, and then seven minutes at the terminus
before the express starts. I shall be glad of your company."
I was only too happy to have the privilege of going with him.
It was most interesting to watch the workings of so inscrutable a
mind. As we drove under the lofty iron roof of the terminus I
noticed a look of annoyance pass over his face.
"We are fifteen seconds ahead of our time, " he remarked , look-
ing at the big clock. " I dislike having a miscalculation of that
sort occur."
The great Scotch Express stood
ready for its long journey. The de-
tective tapped one of the guards on
the shoulder.
" You have heard of the so -called
Pegram mystery, I presume ?"
" Certainly, sir. It happened on
this very train, sir."
" Really ? Is the same carriage
still on the train ?"
66
'Well, yes, sir, it is," replied the
guard, lowering his voice, " but of
course, sir, we have to keep very quiet
about it. People wouldn't travel in
it, else, sir."
" Doubtless . Do you happen to
know if anybody occupies the com-
partment in which the body was
found ?" 16 THE DETECTIVE TAPPED
ONE OF THE GUARDS ON THE SHOULDER."
" A lady and gentleman , sir ; I
put ' em in myself, sir ."
" Would you further oblige me, " said the detective, deftly
slipping half-a- sovereign into the hand of the guard, " by going to
the window and informing them in an offhand casual sort of way
that the tragedy took place in that compartment ?"
" Certainly, sir."
We followed the guard , and the moment he had imparted his
news there was a suppressed scream in the carriage. Instantly a
lady came out, followed by a florid -faced gentleman , who scowled
at the guard. We entered the now empty compartment, and
Kombs said :
420 THE IDLER.
sent the notes to an enemy. If not, they may have been given to
a friend. Nothing is more calculated to prepare the mind for self-
destruction than the prospect of a night ride
on the Scotch express, and the view from
the windows of the train as it passes
through the northern part of London is
particularly conducive to thoughts of an-
nihilation ."
"What became of the weapon ? "
"That is just the point on which I
wish to satisfy myself. Excuse me for a
moment."
Mr. Sherlaw Kombs drew down the
window on the right hand side, and ex-
amined the top of the casing minutely with
a magnifying glass . Presently he heaved
a sigh of relief, and drew up the sash.
"Just as I expected," he remarked,
speaking more to himself than to me.
"There is a slight dent on the top of the
window-frame . It is of such a nature as
to be made only by the trigger of a pistol
"" THE TOP OF
falling from the nerveless hand of a suicide . THEEXAMINED
CASING MINUTELY WITH A
He intended to throw the weapon far out of MAGNIFYING GLASS.'
the window, but had not the strength . It
might have fallen into the carriage . As a matter of fact, it
bounced away from the line and lies among the grass about
ten feet six inches from the outside rail. The only question that
now remains is where the deed was committed, and the exact
present position of the pistol reckoned in miles from London , but
that, fortunately, is too simple to even need explanation."
" Great heavens, Sherlaw !" I cried . " How can you call that
simple ? It seems to me impossible to compute . ”
We were now flying over Northern London, and the great
detective leaned back with every sign of ennui, closing his eyes ..
At last he spoke wearily :
" It is really too elementary, Whatson , but I am always willing
to oblige a friend . I shall be relieved , however, when you are able
to work out the A B C of detection for yourself, although I shall
never object to helping you with the words of more than three
syllables . Having made up his mind to commit suicide , Kipson
naturally intended to do it before he reached Brewster, because
422 THE IDLER.
tickets are again examined at that point. When the train began
to stop at the signal near Pegram , he came to the false conclusion
that it was stopping at Brewster. The fact that the shot was not
heard is accounted for by the screech of the air-brake, added to the
noise of the train . Probably the whistle was also sounding at the
same moment. The train being a fast express would stop as near
the signal as possible. The air- brake will stop a train in twice its
own length . Call it three times in this case. Very well . At
three times the length of this train from the signal - post towards
London, deducting half the length of the train , as this carriage is in
the middle, you will find the pistol ."
" Wonderful ! " I exclaimed .
"Commonplace ," he mur-
mured.
Atthis moment the whistle
sounded shrilly, and we felt the
grind of the air- brakes.
"The Pegram signal again,"
cried Kombs, with something
almost like enthusiasm. " This
is indeed luck. We will get
out here, Whatson , and test the
matter."
As the train stopped, we got out
on the right-hand side of the line.
The engine stood panting im-
patiently under the red light, which
changed to green as I looked at it.
AS THE TRAIN STOPPED, As the train moved on with increas-
WE GOT OUT." ing speed, the detective counted the
carriages , and noted down the
number. It was now dark, with the thin crescent of the
moon hanging in the western sky throwing a weird half-
light on the shining metals . The rear lamps of the train
disappeared around a curve, and the signal stood at baleful red
again. The black magic of the lonesome night in that strange
place impressed me, but the detective was a most practical man .
He placed his back against the signal -post , and paced up the line
with even strides, counting his steps. I walked along the per-
manent way beside him silently. At last he stopped , and took a
tape-line from his pocket. He ran it out until the ten feet six inches
were unrolled, scanning the figures in the wan light of the new
DETECTIVE STORIES GONE WRONG. 423
jroHulchinson.
" Good God ! " I cried, aghast, " what is this ? "
" It is the pistol," said Kombs quietly.
It was !!
* X
*
Journalistic London will not soon forget the sensation that
was caused by the record of the investigations of Sherlaw Kombs ,
as printed at length in the next day's Evening Blade. Would that
my story ended here . Alas ! Kombs contemptuously turned over
the pistol to Scotland Yard . The meddlesome officials, actuated ,
as I always hold, by jealousy, found the name of the seller upon
it. They investigated . The seller testified that it had never been
in the possession of Mr. Kipson, as far as he knew. It was sold to
a man whose description tallied with that of a criminal long
watched by the police. He was arrested, and turned Queen's
evidence in the hope of hanging his pal. It seemed that Mr.
Kipson, who was a gloomy, taciturn man, and usually came home
in a compartment by himself, thus escaping observation , had been
murdered in the lane leading to his house. After robbing him , the
miscreants turned their thoughts towards the disposal of the body
-a subject that always occupies a first- class criminal mind before
424 THE IDLER.
the deed is done. They agreed to place it on the line, and have it
mangled by the Scotch Express, then nearly due. Before they got
the body half-way up the embankment the express came along
and stopped . The guard got out and walked along the other side
to speak with the engineer. The thought of putting the body into
an empty first-class carriage instantly occurred to the murderers .
They opened the door with the deceased's key. It is supposed
that the pistol dropped when they were hoisting the body in
the carriage.
The Queen's evidence dodge didn't work, and Scotland Yard
ignobly insulted my friend Sherlaw Kombs by sending him a pass
to see the villains hanged.
FRED MILLER
An Ornithological Romance.
By W. L. Alden .
" I am very sorry, sir, but we cannot give you a nowl to-night.
The barkeeper is out of one of the materials for making nowls .
But I can bring you a very nice cocktail."
Wes
" WAITER,' HE SAID, AS THAT FUNCTIONARY ENTERED THE ROOM, 'BRING ME AN OWL.' "
" Never mind ," replied the American . " That'll do. You can
go now ."
" I beg your pardon , sir," said one of the three anatomisers of
the French people , speaking with that air of addressing a vast
AN ORNITHOLOGICAL ROMANCE. 427
He had made up his mind never to part with that bird, but he was
so anxious to get to the town where his mother lived that he would
sell him for a dollar. So Mamie she buys him, and hangs him
up in the parlour, and waits for him to talk.
" It turned out that the parrot couldn't talk anything but Spanish,
and very little of that. And he wouldn't learn a word of English,
though my daughter worked over him as if he had been a whole
Sunday school . But one day he all at once began to teach him-
428 THE IDLER .
a mouse in his whole life, and wanting to know who it was that
helped him to paint the back fence red the other night, till the cat,
after cursing till all was blue, went out of the house and never
showed up again. He hadn't the slightest regard for anybody's
feelings, that bird hadn't. No parrot ever has .
" He wasn't content with talking three-fourths of the time, but
he had a habit of thinking out loud which was far worse than his
conversation. For instance , when young Jones called of an even-
ing on my daughter, the parrot would say, ' Well , I suppose that
young idiot will stay till midnight, and keep the whole house
awake as usual.' Or when the Unitarian minister came to see
my wife the parrot would just as likely as not remark, ' Why
don't he hire a hall if he must preach, instead of coming here and
wearing out the furniture.' Nobody would believe that the parrot
made these remarks of his own accord, but insisted that we must
have taught them to him. Naturally, folks didn't like this sort
of thing, and after a while hardly anybody came inside our front
door.
"And then that bird developed a habit of bragging that was
simply disgusting. He would sit up by the hour and brag about
his superiority to other birds , and the beauty of his feathers , and
his cage, and the gorgeousness of the parlour, and the genera!
W
R.JACK
" THE PARROT BEGAN BY TRYING TO DAZZLE THE OWL WITH HIS CONVERSATION,
BUT IT WOULDN'T WORK."
430 THE IDLER.
Was.C
TJACK
" ONE OF THEM INVITED THE OTHER TWO TO STEP OVER TO HENRY'S
AND TAKE SOMETHING."
AN ORNITHOLOGICAL ROMANCE. 431
stand. Then the parrot tried bragging, and laid himself out to
make the owl believe that of all the parrots in existence he was
the ablest. But he couldn't turn a feather of the owl. That
noble bird sat silent as the grave , and looked at the parrot as if to
say, This is indeed a melancholy exhibition of imbecility !'
Well , before night that parrot was so ashamed of himself that he
closed for repairs, and from that day forth he never spoke an un-
necessary word. Such, gentlemen, is the influence of example
even on the worst of birds ."
The American lit a fresh cigar, and, pulling his hat over his
eyes, fell into profound meditation . His three auditors made no
comment on his story, and did not repeat the inquiry why he had
asked the waiter for an owl . They smoked in silence for some
moments, and then one of them invited the other two to step over
to Henry's and take something-an invitation which they promptly
accepted, and the smoking room knew them no more that night .
F you don't get away at once, at once, mind you, the conse-
IF
quences will be of the gravest . To winter in England in
your present condition would be deliberate suicide."
This was the verdict with which Major Dallas had been
confronted that morning, and this it was which he was now
pondering as he sat at the club window in St. James's Street,
meditating the few arrangements it would be necessary to
make before starting for Egypt in, say, a couple of days ' time.
The prospect was not a disagreeable one. His
wife had died years before ; his only child , a
son, was married and settled in London ; and
the quiet home in Dorset, where he spent the
greater part of the year, could be trusted to take
care of itself. It was not worth while running
down to it again- two or three letters would
suffice, and then he could pick up whatever was
absolutely necessary in
town , say good - bye to
Ralph, and be off. There
was no possible escape
from the unconciliatory
opinion as regards his
health, for the doctor was
a personal friend of his
own , and had impressed
66 HE SAT AT THE CLUB WINDOW." upon him at some length
both the present precarious
condition of his lungs , and that it would be " deliberate suicide "-
the phrase kept recurring to his patient's mind- if he stayed in
England . And to Dallas, being a man of simple, old-fashioned
creeds and God- fearing habits, this settled the matter.
He was just beginning a note to his lawyer when the desultory
talk of a little knot of men near him, to which he had been
listening perforce, though without heeding it, suddenly arrested his
attention .
A SUICIDE. 437
find their last chapter in the night train to Paris, and in a fool's
paradise located somewhere south of Monte Carlo.
" You'll make me jealous ," he said sud-
denly, and she turned and laughed at him.
" You," she said, and Ray's ill -humour
vanished . Dallas might blunder on as he
would, for there was no other in all the world
who could bring such a look to her face as that.
"Where are you supposed to be now ? " he
asked her presently, for it worried her
to look at pictures systematically, and
her plan of sitting on a central couch,
and just glancing at whatever, by
virtue of frame or colouring ,
forward and imprisoned hers : the room was deserted , save for
the secretary, who, at the farther corner, was discreetly mending
the fire the scent of the violets she had fastened to her muff
rose fragrantly in the hushed, warm air. " I want to be just the
complement of you, supplying-well, furs, if the whim so takes
you, or friendship when you choose to take it. Sympathy always
-have I not proved it ?-and more than sympathy when you-
when you let me . Is this a very low ambition ? "
" It is a very comfortable one for me," said the girl. " But more
than sympathy ? What can be more ? She freed her hand, and
began toying with the violets . " I don't see what can be more."
Julius Ray possessed the great gift of being able to hold his
tongue, and it was only when she turned to him enquiringly that
he broke the marked silence.
66
Oh, nothing, of course," he ag reed
suavely, and was rewarded for his re-
ticence by the sudden flood of crimson
which dyed her face .
They spoke of other things certainly,
but to the calculations of both that ended
their talk for the time being, and after
it, Elizabeth's visits to her dressmaker
grew more frequent.
" It is so provoking," she would ex-
plain to her visitor, " but I daren't offend
the woman, and she is so fidgety she
insists on a fresh fitting for each wrinkle."
The Major always begged that he
might not be allowed to trespass too far
upon her time, with that flavour of old-
fashioned courtesy in the words which
she found so pleasant. He also was in a fool's
paradise just then, and whenever the cough
6+ USED TO GET INTO HIS THIN which had attacked him suddenly became pecu-
EVENING CLOTHES." liarly troublesome, he solaced himself with the
reflection that at all events Elizabeth and Julius Ray met far less
often . But it was hard work. Night after night he used to get into
his thin evening clothes, though not without a wistful recollection
of the shabby old velveteen suit down in Dorsetshire, and take her
out to whatever theatre or gathering she might select ; and then
hang about for hours, a pathetic enough looking figure, had it
occurred to anyone to notice him, with his bright eyes, and thin,
flushed cheeks.
A SUICIDE. 441
" It is awfully good of you , father, " Ralph said to him once.
" You make me positively ashamed of myself. But I daren't risk
my chances by taking holiday from Ledbury just now. "
The young man intended to stand at the next election , and the
pivot of his hopes was Lord Ledbury's influence .
" Set your mind at rest. I like it," returned the elder man
quietly.
He was dotingly fond of his boy, but that was not the reason
he spent that winter with so silent a tongue . Had the ambitious ,
self-absorbed , trusting young husband possessed a different nature ,
he might have hinted somewhat of his suspicions, but as it was
Ralph would either have pooh - poohed the whole affair, or would
have created such a loud-voiced disturbance that the home
happiness would have been effectually injured . Besides , the
Major had learnt that Ray was a married man with a wife and
child shut away somewhere in Chiswick, so probably that horrible
club rumour had been devoid of all truth . It was only when he
heard by the merest accident that the two met invariably once a
day, and often twice, that he spoke to his daughter-in-law for the
first time about her husband's friend .
" I may be unreasonable," he said, " but I do not like Mr.
Ray."
"Don't you ? " asked Elizabeth, indifferently .
It was late afternoon , and she and her self-invited guest
were together in the fire-lit drawing-room . Tea and the lamps
were not due for some minutes , and the Major decided it was
fairer to speak to her in the half- lights, when he could not watch
her face.
" Yes, it may be a foolish prejudice, but personally I dislike
men who socially ignore their wives."
" Ignore their wives ? "
" Yes. Go out and about without them, I mean . We have
often met him ; we have never met Mrs. Ray."
" But Julius is not married .”
In the extremity of her surprise , the name slipped out
unnoticed .
" Pardon me," said the Major politely, " but he is. Mrs. Ray
lives at 3, Sydney Villas , Bedford Park. ”
":
" How do you know ?
The girl was completely in the shadow, but the question
sounded breathless .
" Oh, quite casually. I forget how.
how."" The Major blushed at
F F
442 THE IDLER.
the lie as he uttered it. " But naturally you know this , knowing
him so well. I only mentioned it as the reason of my dislike. A
foolish prejudice, as I said."
Here a servant opened the door to bring in the lamp, but at
the first glimmer of its tell-tale light, Elizabeth cried out sharply,
and as if in sudden pain .
" Take it away7!! Take it away in-
stantly," she said. " I have neuralgia,
neuralgia in my eyes. I will not
have a light."
66 And I have been prosing
"Where do you come from ? she said at last. " Is it late ? "
"Why, you are trembling !' He rose and came over to her,
but she shrank from his touch . Was it true ?
66
' I — I am frightened , I think. " She gave a nervous little
laugh .
66
Of me ?" He dropped on one knee , his arms lying forward on
66
hers as they leaned on the big chair. You can't be frightened of
me. I love you too dearly. "
"Oh, I hope not, " I said. 66 Perhaps we may pull him round
yet."
" No, he's dying," she repeated . " I know he's dying . Oh,
poor, dear, good uncle, what shall I do without him ?"
" Is this his first attack ?" I asked, after a pause.
" I don't know ; I've been so little with him. It may be-I
can't say."
Then if she had been " so littl: with him," how could she be so
distressed at having to " do without him ?" The woman was
plainly a fraud . Rather curtly I requested her to conduct me at
once to her uncle.
She led the way upstairs to a room on the first floor. It was
on the left of the staircase, and there was another door on the
right. The gas had not yet been lighted , and as I entered I could
see little more than an old-fashioned four-post bed with curtains.
The windows were closed, and the atmosphere was very oppressive.
My first proceeding was to let in more air. Then I walked to
the bed.
The man who lay upon it had white hair, whis-
kers and beard , and a knobby red nose. His face
-what I saw of it was flushed ; his breathing
was slow and stertorous ; I felt his pulse,
and the beats were unnaturally strong ; his
skin was moist with perspiration . There
were some of the symptoms which I
was prepared to find in an apoplectic
patient. He was perfectly conscious ,
but seemed to have great difficulty in
speaking, and his answers to my ques-
tions were short and broken . Once,
when I happened to touch his head ,
he moved it sharply away, as if afraid
of being hurt. This rather puzzled "HE WAS PERFECTLY CONSCIOUS."
me.
" Has your uncle had any injury to his head ? " I asked of
Mrs. Gotch, who was sobbing behind her handkerchief at the foot
of the bed.
" No," she said , with surprising energy. " Of that I am sure.'
" No fall of any sort ?
" No, no injury at all."
As Mr. Bond confirmed her statement by a nod, I was com-
pelled to accept the answer.
-450 THE IDLER.
"What are you doing here, Ruth ? " she asked furiously.
" You know you ought not to be here. It's just like your vile
temper. Go into the kitchen this moment."
Ruth rose meekly to obey, but I protested . She was not to
think of leaving on my account, I said . I could go into the hall ,
or, if it were necessary, into another room . Would she , pray ,
remain seated ? Ruth gave me a grateful look-a look so full of
pathos that I believe I loved her from that moment. But she still
continued to walk towards the door.
"You are very kind," she said, " but it is of no consequence.
One can cry just as well in the kitchen as in the drawing-room .
Please stay here, and let me go."
"That is one of her nasty speeches, " said Mrs. Gotch, when
Ruth had gone . "The girl has an uncontrollable temper. I really
don't know what we shall do with her when poor dear uncle is
taken from us. She won't even-purely out of spite-close the
door after her." And she slammed it to, quite regardless of the
sick man upstairs .
I asked her what she wanted with me, and she put a number
of trivial questions about her uncle. Anxious as I was to escape
from her, I found great difficulty in doing so with-
out actual rudeness . While she was still talking
the hall door opened hastily, and a short, stout ,
unpleasant - looking man, with a hat in his hand,
came into the drawing- room. His face was
flushed either from some exertion or from drinking ;
the latter seeming to me the more probable .
In his nose I traced a family resemblance to
Mr. Bond.
""
" How is dear uncle now ? he asked.
,,
" This is the doctor, I suppose ?
I was introduced to him.
66
" I have just been to see the family lawyer,"
he explained, " but , unfortunately, he is away on
a holiday. Uncle is very anxious to make his will."
" He has made it, " I said shortly, for I dis-
liked the man as much as his wife. ' A SHORT, STOUT. UN-
PLEASANT LOOKING
"You don't say so ! " he exclaimed. " I'm MAN."
uncommonly glad to hear it. Poor dear uncle won't have that on
his conscience at any rate."
It was a relief to get away from this detestable couple. Plainly
there was some dark mystery about the whole affair, but what it
WHAT FOLLOWED A KNOCK. 453
was I could not see. Two things I noted that the servant had
apparently not returned yet, and that no second doctor had arrived .
Then why had I been selected instead of a more experienced
practitioner, especially if they really believed Mr. Bond to be so ill
as they pretended ? Why had Ruth's name been omitted from the
will ? Had any injury been really inflicted upon Mr. Bond, or why
that shrinking of the head ? Certainly he had not appeared to be
acting under the influence of anybody else , and that was the
strange part of the thing. When he dictated the will , the only
persons in the room were strangers , the plumber and myself.
From the very first he had shown considerable firmness of purpose.
Altogether it was a most extraordinary business .
It was sultry that night, and about an hour later I opened my
window and leaned out. Below lay the silent street, the gas lamps
showing no moving object except a solitary cab, a murmur as of
the distant sea coming from the broad thoroughfare round the corner.
At first I did not notice a stationary figure immediately beneath
the window ; when I did, I had no difficulty in recognising Mr.
Gotch . Was he coming to summon me a second time ? He did
not stir. His face was directed towards some spot
further along the street-towards, I thought, the
house where Dr. Peacock lived . The mystery
was growing in interest. I set myself to watch
him .
After two or three persons had passed
by, a boy ran into view, approaching from
the far end ofthe street . At Dr. Peacock's
door he stopped and rang, and, after de- Dr Praco
livering some message, went back the
same way as he had come. Shortly after-
wards the doctor followed .
It was now Mr. Gotch's turn . He
waited until there was nobody in sight ;
then hastened to Dr. Peacock's house and
rang, very violently. When the door was
opened, he stayed a few moments talking
to the servant, and gesticulating a good
deal. Finally, he hastened back in the
direction of Number Thirteen . I had no notion
what it was all about. I was more puzzled than
ever .
It was therefore with much curiosity that I went
next morning to Number Thirteen to pay my " RANG, VERY VIOLENTLY,"
second visit. Shall I confess it ? I also entertained a hope of
454 THE IDLER.
clothes she was wearing . She was a pauper, they had told her,
and they were not going to keep her--she must go. Then they
had put her out into the night, and closed the door upon her. The
poor child, miserable enough at her uncle's death, was in a
pitiable plight.
Yet how was I to help her ? I could
not take her to my own rooms- that was
out of the question-and I could not well
afford to pay for her lodgings elsewhere .
It was even more impossible to let her
remain where she was. Trying to find
some way out of the difficulty, I remem-
bered that my landlady had a friend who
let lodgings, and who would , perhaps ,
be willing to take charge of Ruth until
something could be done for her. At any
rate the plan was worth a trial.
Ruth accompanied me readily enough.
She was so accustomed to doing as she
was told that for the time-she is
different now-she had no will of her
own. Her gentleness of disposition was
most remarkable . She had not a single
hard word for the couple who had treated
her so infamously, and, indeed, she
hardly once mentioned them . As we
walked along, both sheltering under my
umbrella, she talked chiefly of her uncle.
" It was very cruel of him to leave
you penniless ," I said.
But she would not allow this. She
declared that he was the dearest old man
in the world . No doubt he had some
good purpose in leaving all his money
to Mr. and Mrs. Gotch . When I shook
my head, she grew quite indignant.
Fortunately, I succeeded in carrying is BOTH SHELTERING UNDER
out my plan . Before another hour had MY UMBRELLA. "
elapsed I had left Ruth in the care of Mrs.
Cruickshank, my landlord's friend, and I had the satisfaction of
feeling that, for the present, she would be fairly comfortable. When
I said good- night to her I promised to come and see her in the
456 THE IDLER .
had. I know that, because, although they would not let me see
him , I was in the drawing-room when the coroner and the jury
went upstairs, and I could hear them overhead . I know, too, that
he was in his own room-for I saw him there-when he was
stricken down by the apoplectic attack, about an hour before they
sent for you. They were very long, dreadfully long, in sending."
" Then why on earth was he taken into another room merely
for me to see him ? "
I could think of no explanation , unless it were that there had
been something in the room which they had wished to hide from
me. Could it have been a smell of poison ? or a stain of blood ?
At the inquest there had not been the
slightest suggestion of poison or any
external injury.
"What relation was your
uncle to Mr. and Mrs.
Gotch ?" I asked .
" Not really any relation
at all. Mrs. Gotch called
herself a niece, but it was only
in some way by marriage."
" And he left all his money
to people not related to him,
and did not give you a far-
thing ? I call it monstrous .
At least, it would be if-
but I saw a family likeness.
between him and Mr. Gotch ."
This roused Ruth's indig-
nation. She declared that
there had not been the least
"A POMPOUS, BULLET-HEADED LITTLE MAN."
likeness between the two, and
as for a family likeness, that was obviously impossible . As I
could not very well cite the knobby red nose in proof of my asser-
tion , I was forced to remain silent .
But I had already learned enough to feel that an interview
with Dr. Peacock might yield some result, and to him I accordingly
went. He was a pompous, bullet-headed little man , with an
immense opinion of himself, and a firm determination not to let
anybody else speak in his presence. But after a struggle I
succeeded in telling him what I had witnessed from my window-
how Mr. Gotch had waited about until the doctor had been
summoned elsewhere, and how he had then rushed forward and
delivered his message .
GG
ER
458 THE IDL .
" That explains one thing which puzzled me, " said Dr. Peacock.
" I did not get to Mr. Bond's home until two hours after I was sent
for, and he was then dead. He had been dead some time-five
or six hours, I should have thought, but they told me I was wrong.
Although I had no reason to suspect foul play, this was one of the
things that made me insist upon a post-mortem. Now I under-
stand it. They wanted to make sure that the old fellow was gone,
beyond the hope of recovery, before they called me."
Dr. Peacock thought he had got to the bottom of the whole
business , but I knew he hadn't. A new and startling idea had
just occurred to me. I put two or three questions to him , and his
answers confirmed it. But for the present I preferred to keep my
own secret, so I left without saying a word about it.
I have mentioned a wild servant-girl at my lodgings . I
selected her as a confederate, and sent her away vastly pleased
with her own importance, her instructions being to make friends
with the servant at Number Thirteen , to bring me any medicine
bottles she could get there, and to collect as
much miscellaneous information as possible.
That girl did her work well. A few days later,
grinning from ear to ear, she brought
me a clothes- basket full of bottles.
She evidently estimated their value by
their number, and was vexed when I
tossed most of them aside. But I
found what I had expected- a bottle
which had lately contained opium .
The girl also told me this : On the
night of Mr. Bond's death the servant
noticed a disagreeable smell of burning,
and next morning she found in a bed-
room grate a few scraps of charred
white hair. At first the sight terrified
A CLOTHES-BASKET her, but closer investigation showed
" SHE BROUGHT MEBOTTLES."
FULL OF
that the hair had formed part of a wig.
I was now in a position to put my theory into definite shape .
First of all, the man I saw was not Mr. Bond at all, for he was
then dead. I was called in because I did not know him by sight,
and because of my youth and inexperience. The tale about the
solicitor was a lie. The man I saw was Gotch, disguised in a wig
-hence his alarm lest I should touch his head-and drugged with
cpium to simulate the symptoms of apoplexy. Afterwards, while
WHAT FOLLOWED A KNOCK. 459
BY MARK TWAIN .
CHAPTER VII.
once. I will hunt up the American Claimant the first thing in the morning,
accomplish my mission, then change my lodging and vanish from scrutiny
under a fictitious name."
He left his diary on the table, where it would be handy in
case any new " impressions " should wake him up in the night,
then he went to bed and presently fell asleep. An hour or two
passed, and then he came slowly to consciousness with a confusion
of mysterious and augmenting sounds hammering at the gates of
his brain for admission ; the next moment he was sharply awake ,
and those sounds burst with the rush and roar and boom of an un-
dammed freshet into
his ears. Banging and
slamming of shutters ;
smashing of windows
and the ringing clash of
falling glass ; clatter of
flying feet along the
halls, shrieks, suppli-
cations , dumb moan-
ings ofdespair within ,
hoarse shouts of
command outside ;
cracklings and snap-
pings, and the windy
roar of victorious
flames !
Bang, bang, bang !
on the door, and a cry:
" Turn out-the house is
on fire !"
The cry passed on , and
the banging. Lord Berkeley
" HE WENT TO BED AND PRESENTLY FELL ASLEEP.'"1 sprang out of bed and moved
with all possible speed to-
wards the clothes press in the darkness and the gathering smoke,
but fell over a chair and lost his bearings. He groped desperately
about on his hands, and presently struck his head against the table,
and was deeply grateful , for it gave him his bearings again, since
it stood close to the door. He seized his most precious possession ,
his journaled impressions of America, and darted from the room .
He ran down the deserted hall towards the red lamp which he
knew indicated the place of a fire-escape. The door of the room.
462 THE IDLER .
beside it was open . In the room the gas was burning full head ;
on a chair was a pile of clothing . He ran to the window , could
not get it up, but smashed it with a chair, and stepped out on the
landing of the fire-escape ; below him was a crowd of men, with a
sprinkling of woman and youth , massed in a ruddy light. Must
he go down in his spectral night -dress ? No-this side of the
house was not yet on fire except
at the further end ; he would
snatch on those clothes . Which
he did. They fitted well enough,
though a trifle loosely ; they
were just a shade loud as
to pattern. Also as to hat-
which was of a new breed
to him, Buffalo Bill not
having been to England
yet. One side of the
coat went on, but the
other side refused ; one
of its sleeves was turned
up and stitched to the
shoulder. He started
down without waiting to
get it loose, made the
trip successfully, and
was promptly hustled
outside the limit rope by the
police.
The cowboy hat and
the coat but half on made
him too much of a centre
MUST HE GO DOWN IN HIS SPECTRAL of attraction for comfort,
NIGHT-DRESS ? " although nothing could be
more profoundly respectful , not to say deferential, than was the
manner of the crowd toward him . In his mind he framed a dis-
couraged remark for early entry in his diary : " It is of no use ;
they know a lord through any disguise, and show awe of him—
even something very like fear, indeed . "
Presently one of the gaping and adoring half-circle of boys ven-
tured a timid question . My lord answered it. The boys glanced
wonderingly at each other, and from somewhere fell the comment :
"English cowboy ! Well , if that ain't curious ."
THE AMERICAN CLAIMANT. 463
PAIS
CHAPTER VIII.
" He's gone the bright, the young, the gifted , the noblest of
his illustrious race-gone. Gone up in flames and unimaginable
glory."
"Who ? "
"My precious, precious kinsman Kirkcudbright Llanover
Marjoribanks Sellers Viscount Berkeley, son and heir of usurping
Rossmore. "
" No."
" It's true- too true."
""
"When ?'
" Last night."
"Where ? "
" Right here in Washington , where he arrived from England
last night, the papers say. "
" You don't say.”
" Hotel burned down."
"What hotel ? "
"The New Gadsby."
" Oh, my goodness . And have we lost both of them ? "
" Both who ?
" One-Arm Pete ."
""
Oh, great guns , I forgot all about him . Oh, I hope not. "
66 Hope. Well, I should say . Oh, we can't spare him . We
can better afford to lose a million viscounts than our only support
and stay ."
They searched the paper diligently, and were appalled to find
that a one-armed man had been seen flying along one of the halls
of the hotel in his underclothing, and apparently out of his head
with fright, and as he would listen to no one, and persisted in
making for a stairway which would carry him to certain death, his
case was given over as a hopeless one.
" Poor fellow, " sighed Hawkins ; " and he had friends so near.
I wish we hadn't come away from there-maybe we could have
saved him ."
The Earl looked up and said calmly-
"His being dead doesn't matter. He was uncertain before.
We've got him sure, this time."
"Got him ? How ? "
" I will materialize him ."
THE AMERICAN CLAIMANT. 467
" It will take a little time, Hawkins, but there's no hurry, none
in the world- in the circumstances. And, of course, certain duties
have devolved upon me now, which necessarily claim my first
""
attention . This poor young nobleman-
" Why, yes, I am sorry for my heartlessness, and you smitten
with this new family affliction . Of course you must materialize
him first-I quite understand that."
" I—I—well , I wasn't meaning just that, but-why, what am
I thinking of ! Of course I must materialize him . Oh , Hawkins,
selfishness is the bottom trait in human nature ; I was only think-
ing that now, with the usurper's heir out of the way-but you'll
forgive that momentary weakness, and forget it. Don't ever
remember it against me, that Mulberry Sellers was once mean
enough to think the thought that I was thinking. I'll materialize
him-I will, on my honor-and I'd do it were he a thousand heirs
468 THE IDLER.
jammed into one and stretching in a solid rank from here to the
stolen estates of Rossmore and barring the road for ever to the
rightful earl ! "
" There spoke the real Sellers-the other had a false ring, old
friend."
66
Hawkins, my boy, it just occurs to me-a thing I keep for-
getting to mention a matter that we've got to be mighty careful
about."
""
"What is that ?'
"We must keep absolutely still about these materializations.
Mind, not a hint of them must escape-not a hint. To say nothing
of how my wife and daughter-high-strung, sensitive organiza-
tions-might feel about them, the negroes wouldn't stay on the
place a minute."
" That's true, they wouldn't. It's well you spoke, for I'm not
naturally discreet with my tongue when I'm not warned ."
Sellers reached out and touched a bell-button in the wall ;
set his eye upon the rear door and waited ;
touched it again and waited ; and just as
Hawkins was remarking
admiringly that the
Colonel was the
7
most progressive
and most alert man
he had ever seen ,
in the matter of im-
pressing into his
service every mod-
ern convenience the mo-
ment it was invented, and
always keeping breast to
breast with the drum- major
in the great work of material
civilization, he forsook the button
(which hadn't any wire attached to
" TOUCHED A BELL-BUTTON IN it) , rang a vast dinner-bell which
THE WALL."
stood on the table, and remarked
that he had tried that new-fangled dry battery, now, to his entire
satisfaction, and had got enough of it ; and added-
" Nothing would do Graham Bell but I must try it ; said the
mere fact of my trying it would secure public confidence, and get
it a chance to show what it could do . I told him that in theory
THE AMERICAN CLAIMANT. 469
a dry battery was just a curled darling, and no mistake, but when
it comes to practice, sho ! -and here's the result. Was I right?
What should you say, Washington Hawkins ? You've seen me
try that button twice. Was I right ?-that's the idea . Did I
know what I was talking about, or didn't I ? "
"Well, you know how I feel
about you, Colonel Sellers, and
always have felt. It seems to
me that you always know every-
thing about every thing. If
that man had known you as I
know you , he would have taken
your judgment at the start, and
dropped his dry battery where
it was."
" Did you ring, Marse Sel-
lers ?"
" No, Marse Sellers didn't."
" Den it was you, Marse
Washington. I's heah, suh. "
No, it wasn't Marse Wash-
ington, either."
" De good lan ! who did
ring her den ?"
" Lord Rossmore rang it !"
The old negro flung up his arms and
exclaimed : " Blame my skin if I hain't
gone en forgit dat name agin !"
" Come heah, Jinny - run heah,
honey."
Jinny arrived.
"You take dish-yer order de lord
gwine to give you . I's gwine down
suller, and study dat name tell I git it."
" I take de order ! Who's yo' nigger
DID YOU RING, MARSE SELLERS ?"
las' year ? De bell rung for you ."
" Dat don't make no diffunce. When a bell ring for anybody,
99
en old marster tell me to-
" Clear out, and settle it in the kitchen !
The noise of the quarreling presently sank to a murmur in the
distance, and the earl added : " That's a trouble with old house
servants that were your slaves once and have been your personal
friends always ."
470 THE IDLER.
" WITH TEARS IN HIS VOICE HE GAVE THEM THAT HEROIC DEATH- PICTURE ."
THE AMERICAN CLAIMANT.
47I
6:
Yes, and members of the family."
" Members of the family is just what they become the
members of the family, in fact. And sometimes master and
mistress of the household. These two are mighty good and
loving and faithful and honest, but hang it, they do just about as
they please, they chip into a conversation whenever they want to,
and the plain fact is, they ought to be killed ."
It was a random remark, but it gave him an idea- however,
nothing could happen without that result.
" What I wanted , Hawkins, was to send for the family and
break the news to them.”
" Oh, never mind bothering with the servants then . I will go
and bring them down ."
While he was gone, the earl worked his idea .
" Yes," he said to himself, " when I've got the materializing
down to a certainty, I will get Hawkins to kill them, and after that
they will be under better control. Without a doubt a materialized
negro could easily be hypnotized into a state resembling silence.
And this could be made permanent—yes , and also modifiable, at
will -sometimes very silent, sometimes turn on more talk, more
action, more emotion , according to what you want. It's a prime
good idea. Make it adjustable-with a screw or something."
The two ladies entered , now, with Hawkins , and the two
negroes followed, uninvited, and fell to brushing and dusting
around, for they perceived that there was matter of interest to the
fore, and were willing to find out what it was.
Sellers broke the news with stateliness and ceremony, first
warning the ladies, with gentle art, that a pang of peculiar sharp-
ness was about to be inflicted upon their hearts -hearts still sore
from a like hurt, still lamenting a like loss-then he took the
paper, and with trembling lips and with tears in his voice he gave
them that heroic death - picture.
The result was a very genuine outbreak of sorrow and sympathy
from all the hearers . The elder lady cried, thinking how proud
that great-hearted young hero's mother would be, if she were
living, and how unappeasable her grief ; and the two old servants.
cried with her, and spoke out their applauses and their pitying
lamentations with the eloquent sincerity and simplicity native to
their race. Gwendolen was touched, and the romantic side of her
nature was strongly wrought upon. She said that such a nature
as that young man's was rarely and truly noble, and nearly
perfect ; and that with nobility of birth added it was entirely
472 THE IDLER.
perfect. For such a man she could endure all things , suffer all
things, even to the sacrificing of her life. She wished she could
have seen him ; the slightest, the most momentary contact with
such a spirit would have ennobled her own character and made
ignoble thoughts and ignoble acts thereafter impossible to her
for ever.
" Have they found the body, Rossmore ? " asked the wife.
" Yes, that is, they've found several. It must be one of them ,
but none of them are recognizable."
" What are you going to do ?"
" I am going down there and identify one of them and send it
home to the stricken father."
But, papa , did you ever see the young man ? "
" No, Gwendolen- why? "
66
How will you identify it ? "
66
I- well, you know, it says none of them are recognizable .
I'll send his father one of them-there's probably no choice . "
Gwendolen knew it was not worth while to argue the matter
further, since her father's mind was made up, and there was a
chance for him to appear upon that sad scene down yonder in an
authentic and official way. So she said no more-until he asked
for a basket.
" A basket, papa ! What for? "
"It might be ashes ! "
RAMEST JESSOP.
HH
HEIDLERS
CLUB
Dhally
Hardy.
.
for exercising those talents for public life which they undeniably
possess . There are too few parrots in the Chamber of Deputies at
present. That is why the Chamber does not always command the
respect of the nation . I think I am justified in saying that I
know cats . I have studied them for years . I have been intimate
with scores of leading American , British, and French cats , and
have moved in the very best cat circles. It may be news to
naturalists , but I can positively assert tha : if there is one thing
that a cat hates worse than water, it is a Republican form of
government.
sacrificing any brain -power which they may possess on the altar
of pure socialism . This is noble, but is it not a mistake ? One
does not, of course, go to the length of saying that all , or even a
large percentage of our magistrates possess brain -power ; but I do
believe that some of our magistrates could , if they let themselves
go, display an amount of intelligence which would simply astound
us by its near approach to the normal human standard !
little longer in its decrepit bones. The fact is , Oscar is too borné,
too one- sided to be accepted as a " king of men." He takes such
broad views that he has grown narrow. What he wants is a little
knowledge of life, and twelve months ' hard labour.
little longer in its decrepit bones . The fact is , Oscar is too borné,
too one- sided to be accepted as a " king of men." He takes such
broad views that he has grown narrow. What he wants is a little
knowledge of life, and twelve months' hard labour.
and otherwise, and- well, it might have been mal de mer, but I
think it was the new literature of shreds and patches , the extracts
from This and the compilations from That, coupled with
houses, saw- pits , and railway trains which the editors offered for
the best guess of how many words could be made out of their
names, and what the length of their papers would be supposing
their circulation was equal to their financial desires . Oh ! I tell
you it is an awful thing to be shut up for a week with all the
66
bitty " papers of the day, and the fortunes that lie ready for you
if you can only make one or two lucky guesses .
THE
QUEST
THE IDLER.
JUNE , 1892 .
The Quest.
(FROM THE GERMAN OF LESSING . )
BY W. COURTHOPE FORMAN .
ILLUSTRATED BY MISS GERTRUDE DEMAIN -HAMMOND.
BY JEROME K. Jerome .
II.
The effort had proved too much for his strength. He fell back
upon the pillows, and the doctor, stepping forward, saw that it
was a question only of minutes .
The good old pastor rose, and took the poor fellow's hand in
his, and pressed it. "We shall meet again, " he gently said.
The sick man turned towards him with a consoled and grate-
ful look..
" I'm glad to hear you say that, " he feebly murmured .
" Remind me about that dog."
Then he passed peacefully away, with a sweet smile upon his
pale lips .
Brown, who had had his dog story and was satisfied, wanted
us to settle our heroine ; but the rest of us did not feel equal to
settling anybody just then. We were thinking of all the true dog
stories we had ever heard, and wondering which was the one least
likely to be generally disbelieved .
MacShaugnassy, in particular,
was growing every moment more
restless and moody. Brown con-
cluded a long discourse- to which
nobody had listened by remarking
with some pride, " What more can
you want? The plot has never
been used before, and the characters
are entirely original ! "
Then MacShaugnassy gave
way. " Talking of plots, " he said,
hitching his chair a little nearer
the table, " that puts me in mind.
Did I ever tell you about that dog we
had when we lived in Norwood ? "
" It's not that one about the
" THE MOST SAVAGE AND MURDEROUS-LOOKING
bull -dog, is it ? " queried Jephson ,
SPECIMEN."
anxiously.
"Well, it was a bull-dog, " admitted MacShaugnassy, " but I
don't think I've ever told you this one before. "
We knew, by experience, that to argue the matter would only
prolong the torture, so we let him go on.
"A great many burglaries had lately taken place in our
neighbourhood," he began, " and the pater came to the con-
clusion that it was time he laid down a dog. He thought a bull-
dog would be the best for his purpose, and he purchased the most
savage and murderous- looking specimen that he could find.
NOVEL NOTES. 491
66 "
My mother was alarmed when she saw the dog. Surely
you're not going to let that brute loose about the house, ' she
exclaimed. He'll kill somebody. I can see it in his face.'
" I want him to kill somebody,' replied my father ; I want
him to kill burglars .'
" I don't like to hear you talk like that, Thomas , ' answered
the mater ; it's not like you . We've a right to protect our
property, but we've no right to take a fellow human creature's
life.'
" Our fellow human creatures will be all right so long as they
don't come into our kitchen when they've no business there , '
retorted my father, somewhat testily. I'm going to fix up this
dog in the scullery, and if a burglar comes fooling
around-well, that's his affair.'
"The old folks quarrelled on and off
for about a month over this dog . The
dad thought the
mater absurdly
sentimental ,
and the mater
thought the dad
unnecessarily
vindictive .
Meanwhile the
dog grew more
ferocious - look-
ing every day.
" One night
my mother woke
my father up
with : Thomas, THOMAS, THERE'S A
BURGLAR DOWNSTAIRS."
there's a burglar
downstairs, I'm
positive. I distinctly heard the kitchen door open .'
" Oh, well, the dog's got him by now, then,' murmured my
father, who had heard nothing, and was sleepy.
" Thomas, ' replied my mother severely, I'm not going to lic
here while a fellow-creature is being murdered by a savage beast.
If you won't go down and save that man's life, I will.'
" Oh, bother, ' said my father, preparing to get up . 'You're
always fancying you hear noises. I believe that's all you women
come to bed for- to sit up and listen for burglars.' Just to satisfy
492 THE IDLER .
"We did so, and at the end of the time the trainer brought
him back again.
" You'll find ' im game enough now, sir, ' said the man . "E
ain't what I call an intellectual dawg, but I think I've knocked the
right idea into ' im .'
66
My father thought he'd like to test the matter, so we hired
a man for a shilling to break in through the kitchen window while
the trainer held the dog by a chain. The dog remained perfectly
quiet until the man was fairly inside. Then he made one savage
spring at him, and if the chain had not been stout the fellow would
have earned his shilling dearly.
" The dad was satisfied now that
he could go to bed in peace ; and the
mater's alarm for the safety of the
local burglars was proportionately
increased.
" Months passed uneventfully by,
and then another burglar sampled
our house. This time there could be
no doubt that the dog was doing
something for his living. The din
in the basement was terrific. The
house shook with the concussion of
falling bodies.
"My father snatched up his
revolver, and rushed downstairs , and
I followed him . The kitchen was in
confusion. Tables and chairs were
overturned, and on the floor lay a
man gurgling for help. The dog was
standing over him, choking him.
"The pater held his revolver to
66 THE TRAINER BROUGHT HIM
the man's ear, while I , by super- BACK AGAIN."
human effort, dragged our preserver
away, and chained him up to the sink, after which I lit the gas .
"Then we perceived that the gentleman on the floor was a
police constable.
" Good heavens ! ' exclaimed my father, dropping the revolver,
' however did you come here ? '
" "' Ow did I come ' ere ? ' retorted the man, sitting up and
speakingin a tone of bitter, but not unnatural, indignation. Why,
in the course of my duty, that's ' ow I come ' ere. I see a burglar
494 THE IDLER.
"We did so, and at the end of the time the trainer brought
him back again.
" You'll find ' im game enough now, sir, ' said the man. "E
ain't what I call an intellectual dawg, but I think I've knocked the
right idea into ' im .'
66
My father thought he'd like to test the matter, so we hired
a man for a shilling to break in through the kitchen window while
the trainer held the dog by a chain . The dog remained perfectly
quiet until the man was fairly inside. Then he made one savage
spring at him, and if the chain had not been stout the fellow would
have earned his shilling dearly.
" The dad was satisfied now that
he could go to bed in peace ; and the
mater's alarm for the safety of the
local burglars was proportionately
increased .
"Months passed uneventfully by,
and then another burglar sampled
our house. This time there could be
no doubt that the dog was doing
something for his living. The din
in the basement was terrific. The
house shook with the concussion of
falling bodies .
66'My father snatched up his
revolver, and rushed downstairs, and
I followed him . The kitchen was in
confusion. Tables and chairs were
overturned, and on the floor lay a
man gurgling for help. The dog was
standing over him, choking him.
" The pater held his revolver to 66 THE TRAINER BROUGHT HIM
the man's ear, while I , by super- BACK AGAIN."""
human effort, dragged our preserver
away, and chained him up to the sink, after which I lit the gas.
" Then we perceived that the gentleman on the floor was a
police constable.
""" Good heavens ! ' exclaimed my father, dropping the revolver,
' however did you come here ? '
" "'Ow did I come ' ere ? ' retorted the man, sitting up and
speaking in a tone of bitter, but not unnatural , indignation . Why,
in the course of my duty, that's ' ow I come ' ere. I see a burglar
494 THE IDLER.
At five o'clock he
would take an early
morning snack with
young Hollis, an en-
gineer's pupil, who had
to get up at half- past
four and make his own
coffee, so as to be down
at the works by six.
(I used to think that
I should like to be an
TOOK HIS MEALS WITH THE OTHER LODGERS." engineer , until I met
young Hollis.)
At eight-thirty he would breakfast in a more sensible fashion
with Mr. Blair, on the first floor, and on occasions would join Jack
Gadbut, who was a late riser, in a devilled kidney at eleven.
From then till about five, when I generally had a cup of tea and
a chop, he regularly disappeared . Where he went and what he did
between those hours nobody ever knew. Gadbut swore that twice
he had met him coming out of a stockbroker's office in Thread-
needle Street, and, improbable though the statement at first
appeared, some colour of credibility began to attach to it when we
reflected upon the dog's inordinate passion for acquiring and hoard-
ing coppers.
This craving of his for wealth was really quite remarkable. He
was an elderly dog, with a great-almost an exaggerated-sense
of his own dignity ; yet, on the promise of a penny, I have seen
him run round after his own tail until he didn't know one end of
himself from the other.
He used to teach himself tricks, and go all round the house in
the evening, from room to room, performing them, and when he
had completed his programme, he would sit up and beg. All the
fellows used to humour him. He must have made pounds in the
course of the year.
Once, just outside our door, I saw him standing in a crowd,
watching a performing poodle attached to a hurdy- gurdy. The
poodle stood on his head, and then, with his hind legs in the air,
walked round on his front paws . The people laughed very much,
and, when afterwards he came amongst them with his wooden
saucer in his mouth, they gave freely.
Our dog came in and immediately commenced to study. In
three days he could stand on his head and walk round on his front
NOVEL NOTES. 497
could possibly help it, held on like grim death, until, feeling that
his little earnings were slowly but surely going from him, he made
one final desperate snatch, and swallowed the money. It stuck in
his throat, and he began to choke.
Then we became seriously alarmed for the dog. He was an
amusing chap, and we did not want any accident to happen to
him . Hollis rushed into his room and got a long pair of pinchers,
and the rest of us held the little miser while he tried to relieve him
of the cause of his suffering.
But poor Tiny did not understand our intentions. He still
thought we were seeking to rob him of his night's takings, and he
resisted vehemently. His struggles fixed the coin firmer, and , in
spite of our efforts , he died-one more victim, among many thou-
sands, to the fierce fever for gold .
I dreamt a very curious dream about riches once, that made a
great impression upon me. I thought that I and a friend -a very
dear friend-were living together in a strange old house. We
were very fond of one another, and we lived there very happily. I
don't think anybody else dwelt in the house but just we two . One
day, wandering about this strange old rambling place, I discovered
the hidden door of a secret room , and in this room were many iron-
bound chests, and when I raised the heavy lids I saw that each
chest was full of gold.
And, when I saw this, I stole out softly and closed the hidden
door, and drew the worn tapestries in front of it again, and crept
back along the dim corridor, looking behind me, fearfully.
500 THE IDLER.
His back is towards me, and I crawl forward inch by inch ; and
when I am near enough I kill him as he kneels there.
His body falls against the door, and it shuts to with a clang,
and I try to open it, and cannot. I beat my hands against its iron
nails, and scream, and the dead man grins at me. The light
streams in through the chink beneath the massive door, and fades ,
and comes again, and fades again, and I gnaw at the oaken lids of
the iron-bound chests, for the madness of hunger is climbing into
my brain.
Then I awake, and find that I really am very hungry, and
remember that in consequence of a headache I did not eat any
dinner. So I slip on a few clothes, and go down to the kitchen on
a foraging expedition.
It is said that
dreams are mo-
mentary conglo-
merations of
thought, centring
round the incident
that awakens us,
and , like most
scientific facts ,
this is occasion-
ally true. There
is one dream that,
with slight varia-
tions, is continu-
ally recurring to
me. Over and over
again I dream that
I am suddenly
called upon to act
an important part
in some piece at
the Lyceum. That
poor Mr. Irving
should invariably ,,IRVING COMES UP AFTERWARDS AND CONGRATULATES ME.""1
be the victim
seems unfair, but really it is entirely his own fault. It is he
who persuades and urges me. I myself would much prefer to
remain quietly in bed, and I tell him so. But he does not
study my convenience. He thinks only of himself, and insists
-502 THE IDLER .
recognise the rooms ; lived and laughed and cried in them long
ago. Nothing is changed. The chairs stand in their places,
empty. My mother's knitting lies upon the
hearthrug, where the kitten, I remember,
dragged it, somewhere back in the sixties .
I go up into my own little attic. My
cot stands in the corner, and my bricks
lie tumbled out upon the floor (I was
always an untidy child) .
An old man enters-
an old, bent, withered
man-holding a lamp.
above his head, and I
look at his face, and it
is my own face. And
another enters , and he
also is myself. Then
more and more, till the
room is thronged with
faces, and the stair-
way beyond , and all
the silent house . Some " A BLACKWALL. 'BUS 13
PASSING, AND I TRY TO OVER-
of the faces are old TAKE IT."
and others young, and
some are fair and smile at me, and many are foul
and leer at me. And every face is my own face,
but no two of them are alike.
I do not know why the sight of myself should
alarm me so, but I rush from the house in terror,
and the faces follow me ; and I run faster and faster, but I know
that I shall never leave them behind me.
As a rule one is the hero of one's own dreams, but at times I
have dreamt a dream entirely in the third person-a dream with the
incidents of which I have had no connection whatever, except as
an unseen and impotent spectator. One of these I have often
thought about since, wondering if it could not be worked up into
a story. But, perhaps, it would be too painful a theme.
I dreamt I saw a woman's face among a throng. It is an evil
face, but there is a strange beauty in it. I see it come and go,
moving in and out among the shadows. The flickering gleams
thrown by street lamps flash down upon it, showing the wonder
of its evil fairness. Then the lights go out. I see it next in
504 THE IDLER.
a place that is very far away, and it is even more beautiful than
before, for the evil has gone out of it. Another face is looking
down into it, a young, pure face. The faces meet and kiss ,
and, as his lips touch hers, the blood mounts to her cheeks
and brow. I see the two faces again. But I cannot tell
where they are or how long a time has passed. The lad's face has
grown a little older, but it is still young and fair, and when the
woman's eyes rest upon it there comes a glory into her face so
that it is like the face of an angel . But at times the woman is
alone, and then I see the old evil look struggling to come back
.again.
Then I see things clearer. I see the room in which they live.
It is very poor. An old-fashioned piano stands in one corner, and
beside it is a table on which lie scattered a tumbled mass of
papers round an inkstand . An empty chair waits before the
table. The woman sits by the open window.
She seems to be sitting there for a long while. From far below
there rises the sound of a great city. Its lights throw up faint
beams into the dark room . The smell of its streets is in the
woman's nostrils.
Every now and then she looks towards the door and listens.
Then turns again to the open window. And I notice that each
time she looks towards the door the evil in her face shrinks back ;
but each time she turns to the open window it grows more fierce
and sullen .
Suddenly she starts up, and there is a terror in her eyes that
frightens me as I dream, and I see great beads of sweat upon her
NOVEL NOTES. 595
brow. Then, very slowly, her face changes, and I see again the
evil creature of the night. She wraps around her an old cloak,
and creeps out. I hear her footsteps going down the stairs. They
grow fainter and fainter. Then it seems as if a door were opened,
so that the roar of the streets rushes up into the house, and
the woman's footsteps are
swallowed up.
Time drifts onward
through my dream . Scenes
change, take shape, and fade ;
but all is vague and undefined ,
until, out of the dimness ,
there fashions itself a long,
deserted street. The lights
make glistening circles on the
wet pavement. A figure,
dressed in gaudy rags, slinks
by, keeping close against the
wall. Its back is towards me,
and I do not see its face.
Another figure glides from
out the shadows. I look
upon its face, and I see it is
the face that the woman's
eyes gazed up into and
worshipped long ago when
my dream was just begun.
But the fairness and the
innocence are gone from out
of it, and it is old and evil,
66 SHE WRAPS AROUND HER AN OLD CLOAK, AND
like the woman's when I CREEPS OUT."
looked upon her last. The
figure in the gaudy rags moves slowly on. The second figure
follows it, and overtakes it. The two pause, and speak to one
another as they draw near. The street is very dark where they
have met, and the figure in the gaudy rags keeps its face still turned
aside. They walk on together, side by side, in silence, till they
come to where a flaring gas-lamp hangs before a tavern ; and
there the woman turns, and I see that it is the woman of my dream .
And she and the man look into each other's eyes once more.
In another dream that I remember, an angel (or a devil, I am
not quite sure which) has come to a man and told him that so
KK
506 THE IDLER .
The years pass by, and at last there is left to him only one
thing that he need fear-a child's small, wistful face. The child
loves him, as the woman, long ago, had loved him, and her eyes
follow him with a hungry, beseeching look. But he sets his teeth,
and turns away from her.
The little face grows thin and white,
and one day they come to him where he
sits before the keyboard of his many
enterprises, and tell him she is dying.
"PLEADING DUMBLY."
He comes and stands beside the bed, and the child's eyes open and
turn towards him ; and , as he draws nearer, her little arms stretch
out towards him, pleading dumbly. But the man's face never
changes, and the little arms fall feebly back upon the tumbled
coverlet, and the wistful eyes grow still, and a woman steps softly
forward, and draws the lids down over them ; then the man goes
back to his plans and schemes.
But in the night, when the great house is silent, he steals
up to the room where the child still lies, and pushes back the
white, uneven sheet.
" Dead-dead," he mutters. Then he takes the tiny corpse up
in his arms, and holds it tight against his breast, and kisses the
cold lips, and the cold cheeks, and the little cold, stiff hands .
508 THE IDLER .
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Dr. Smyle.
I wish to remark before commencing that there are plenty of men, and they are
easily replaced ; but that a venerable work of art once destroyed is irreplaceable.
SOLTU
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pleasure and moral profit from his society. I could not fail to
observe the affectionate manner in which those living in his vicinity
spoke of him ; on my enquiring of them the way to his house
they would delay me with long stories of his goodness ; the whole
parish was apparently devoted to him, and regarded him with the
utmost reverence ; and the accounts of his personal charity and
kindliness were in every mouth, and warmed the heart of the hearer.
As I entered the garden gate of the Vicarage, I felt the influence
of the happy English home presided over by the spirit of thoughtful
gentleness and love ; and in the library I found the old gentleman
himself, seated on the hearthrug by the side of a sick weasel which
he had found in the woods and carefully carried home to nurse .
The library was full of pets- sparrows , hedgehogs , rats , tits , and
others .
I presented my credentials, and the old gentleman seemed to
love me at once ; he seized both my hands cordially , and shook
them long and heartily, and insisted on my taking off my damp
boots and putting on slippers which he aired with his own hands .
The house was quite a museum ; on every hand were the works
of bygone centuries- carvings , manuscripts, illuminations, em-
broidery, pottery, armour, ornaments, little fragments of wood,
stone, and metal - each with its history, which the old gentleman
had by heart. To see the reverence and affection with which he
would touch the most insignificant piece of shapeless stone was
as delightful as it was infectious : it was all poetry to him . With
a sigh of relief, too , I perceived the utter absence in him of that
cut and dried, orthodox, antiquarian affectation which, placing
side by side some crude and commonplace piece of work of early
date and some modern production of great artistic merit , will
triumphantly remark, " Ah ! They could turn out good work in
those days—just look at the difference between those two things . "
I am an intense lover of old things myself, but I have frequently
been compelled to admit the difference in such cases, particularly
in one case which has impressed itself on my mind, in which the
venerable object consisted of a piece of iron , which , having
lain in the earth for a century or two, had (by reason of
heterogeneous constitution of the metal) become channelled in an
irregular pattern by oxidation , thus developing into a precious
work of art. It would have been cruel to tell the collector that it
was not a fine effort of the chisel corroded by age , and he still
compares it with the best modern work, to the detriment of the
latter.
514 THE IDLER.
" Thank you, sir, " said the policeman . " Of course , sir, I
needn't say, ' You won't play no tricks, such as disappearing from
the scene of the tragedy, and leavin' no clue to your where-
abouts ? ' Excuse my mentioning it, sir, of course-but, you see,
it's as much as my place in the force is worth- 99
" I will not play you false, George . We have been through
these affairs together before ; and I think you have had no reason
to complain of me ? "
" You'll plead guilty,
sir, I take it, as usual ? "
" Yes. I
will call and
have a chat
with the in-
spector some
time to-mor-
row, and make
a point ofdoing
So. Bail as
usual -a thou-
sand pounds on
my own recog-
nisances."
"Very good, sir ;
you won't take it
amiss my making a
report of the occur- ፡፡ HE WAS CARRYING A BUNDLE."
rence ? — no reflec-
tions intended, sir, of course, but my duty. They can't find the
' ed nowhere, sir ; but I suppose "
"Oh, yes -that's all right. It shall be produced for the
inquest."
" Thank you kindly, sir. By the way, sir, Lady Felltimber-
dreadfully cut up-a taking on dreadful- hysterical , sir. "
The good clergyman drew out his handkerchief from his pocket
and covered his face : one could see that he felt keenly the suffer-
ings of others ; and his voice was tremulous with genuine emotion
as he murmured , " Poor thing ! poor thing ! " But his face
brightened as he added, " But it was inevitable, constable. Mrs.
Smyle shall call upon her, and do what she can to comfort her. I
fear- no, no ; she would not care to see me under the circum-
stances ; very natural, very natural ! I cannot complain of that."
DR. SMYLE. 521
limbs, nor did these agree with each other, and his head was out of
proportion to the rest of him. He sat upon the pile of papers, and
he wept, wringing his hands. " Alas !" he said. " Not another
like me. Don't make another like me. I could not endure another
like myself. " Finally the creature's reproaches grew intolerable ;
so I threw the bundle of papers behind the fire, and he vanished.
One had discovered, by this time, that for the making even of a
tolerable novel it is necessary to leave off copying other people, to
observe on your own account, to study realities , to get out of the con-
ventional groove, to rely upon one or other of the great emotions
of human nature, and to try to hold the reader by dramatic presenta-
tion rather than by talk. I do not say that this discovery came all
at once, but it came gradually, and it proved valuable.
One more point. A second assertion is continually being heard
concerning editors. It is said that they do not read contributions
offered to them. When editors publicly advertise that they do not
invite contributions, or that they will not return contributions, it
is reasonable to suppose that they do not read them . Well ; you
have heard my first experience with a publisher. Hear next an
experience with editors. It is, first, to the fact that contributions
are read by editors that I owe my introduction to James Rice and
my subsequent collaboration with him. It was, next, to an un-
solicited contribution that I owed a connection of many years
with a certain monthly magazine. It was, lastly, through an un-
solicited contribution that I became and continued for some
time a writer of leading articles for a great London daily. There-
fore, when I hear that editors will not read contributions, I ask if
things have changed in twenty years-and why.
I sent a paper, then, unasked, and without introduction, to the
Editor of Once a Week. The editor read it, accepted it, and sent
it to the press. Immediately afterwards he left the journal because
it was sold to Rice, then a young man, not long from Cambridge,
and just called to the Bar. He became editor as well as proprietor.
The former editor forgot to tell his successor anything about my
article. Rice, finding it in type, and not knowing who had
written it, inserted it shortly after he took over the journal, so
that the first notice that I received that the paper was accepted was
when I saw it in the magazine, bristling with printer's errors. Of
course I wrote indignantly to the editor. I received a courteous
reply begging me to call. I did so, and the matter was explained.
Then for a year or two I continued to send things to Once a
Week. But the paper was anything but prosperous . Indeed,
selte
zuus
furch .
es
Jaur Prie
528 THE IDLER .
again-apparently
repentant really
with the single
intention of feign-
ing repentance
and getting what
he could out of
MR. BESANT'S STUDY. the old man and
then going back
to his old companions. That was the first germ .
When we came to hammer this out together, a great many
modifications became necessary. The profligate, stained with vice,
the companion of scoundrels, his conscience hardened and battered
and reckless , had yet left, hitherto undiscovered, some human
weakness . By this weakness he had to be led back to the better life.
532 THE IDLer.
Perhaps you have read the story, dear reader. One may say without
boasting that it attracted some attention from the outset. I even
believe that it gave an upward turn-a last gasp-to the circulation
of the dying paper.
When to anticipate a little-the time came for publishing it,
we were faced with the fact that a new and anonymous novel is
naturally regarded with doubt by publishers. Nothing seems
more risky than such a venture. On the other hand , we were
perfectly satisfied that there was no risk in our novel at all.
This, of course, we had found out, not only from the assur
ances of Vanity, but also from the reception the work had
met with during its progress through the magazine. Therefore,
we had it printed and bound at our own expense, and we
placed the book, ready for publication , in the hands of Mr. William
Tinsley. We so arranged the business that the printer's bill was
not due till the first returns came from the publisher. By this
plan we avoided paying anything at all . We had only printed a
modest edition of 600 , and these all went off, leaving, of course, a
very encouraging margin . The cheap edition was sold to Henry
S. King and Co. for a period of five years . Then the novel was
purchased outright by Chatto and Windus, who still continue to
publish it, and, I believe, to sell it. As things go, a novelist
has reason to be satisfied with an immortality which stretches
beyond the twenty-first year.
In another place I am continually exhorting young writers
never to pay for production . It may be said that I broke my own
rule ,
But it will be observed that this case was not one in which
66
production was paid for," in the ordinary sense of the term—
it was one of publication on commission of a book concerning
which there was neither doubt nor risk. And this is a very good
way indeed to publish, provided you have such a book, and
provided your publisher will push the book with as much vigour
as his own .
Now, since the origin of the story cannot be claimed as my own ,
I may be allowed to express an opinion upon it.
The profligate, with his dreadful past behind him, dragging
him down ; the low woman whom he has married ; the gambler,
his associate ; the memory of robbery and of prison ; and with the
new influences around him-the girl he loves, pure and sweet, and
innocent ; the boy whom he picks out of the gutter ; the wreck
ofhis old father-form together a group which I have always thought
MY FIRST BOOK. 533
His cousin Frank might have love and honour. For him- Dick's
brave eyes looked straight before-he had no illusions-for him ,the
end that belongs to the nineteenth century ruffler-the man of the
West-the sportsman and gambler-the only end-the bullet
from the revolver of his accomplice , was certain and inevitable.
So it ended. Dick died . The novel was finished .
Dick died ; our friend died ; he had his faults-but he was
Dick and he died . And alas ! his history was all told and done
with the manuscript finished ; the last wrangle over : the fatal
word, the melancholy word, Finis written below the last line.
W
WALTER BESANT, M.A
By M. K. H.
ILLUSTRATED BY E. GRISET.
There was a grace about his When beans were dear, he lived
feet, on beer
A charm about his tail : (He much preferred it stale).
Chorus (with Guitars and Tambourines) .
Oh, have you seen the elephant ?
Oh, have you seen him smile ?
You would have wept, and soundly slept
For very joy the while.
Oh, have you seen the kangaroo ?
His very looks were buns :
I don't mean seed, I do not need,
But scrumptious currant ones .
He wore an overcoat all day ;
His boots were always blue.
In very sooth- I speak the truth-
I loved that kangaroo .
Chorus-
Oh, have you seen the kangaroo ?
He had such pleasant ways :
He never once came home at night,
And stopped out all the days.
536 THE IDLER .
DIFFICULTIES OF LEADERSHIP.
" You seem perplexed , Crossnib ?"
" I am. As a press
critic it is my high
mission to
lead the
public taste
in literature,
and I've got
to write a S
leader about
Rockett
Sticke, the
new novelist
99
"Well, why
don't you setto work
then ?"
" I can't- I've asked everybody,
and I can't find out whether the
public look upon him as a genius or an idiot. One must be guided
by the verdict of the public . '
CHOICE BLENDS. 537
MISS HUGHES-NORREYS.
Composite Photo by Boning & Small, 22, Baker Street, W.
CHOICE BLENDS. 539
MISS RORKE-ANDERSON.
Composite Photo by Boning and Small, 22, Baker Street, W.
THE IDLER.
540
think that he was going out of his mind . But one day a
menagerie came to town, and in the menagerie was what the
show bill called a gorilla . It wasn't a genuine gorilla, as
Professor Amariah G. Twitchell, of our University, proved after
the menagerie
men had re-
fused to give
him and his
family free
tickets . How-
ever, it was
an animal to
that effect,
and it would
probably have
made a great
success , for
our public ,
though criti-
cal , is quick
to recognise
real merit , if
it wasn't that
the beast was
very sick.
This was
Jewseppy's
chance, and he
went for it as if
he had been a
born specula-
tor. He offered
to buy the
gorilla for two
dollars, and
the menagerie
men, thinking 36 THE WAY THAT JEWSEPPY GRIEVED FOR THE MONKEY."
the animal
was as good as dead, were glad to get rid of it, and calculated
that Jewseppy would never get the worth of the smallest
fraction of his two dollars. There is where they got left, for
Jewseppy knew more about monkeys than any man living ,
and could cure any sick monkey that called him in, provided ,
544 THE IDLER.
" WEARING JEWSEPPY'S COAT, AND WAS GRINDING AWAY AT THE ORGAN."
the other. Every few minutes , he would haul in the rope hand over
hand , empty all the money out of Jewseppy's pocket, and start him
out again . If the man stopped to speak to anybody for a moment
the gorilla would haul him in and give him a taste ofthe whip, and
if he didn't collect enough money to suit the gorilla's idea, the
animal would hold him out at arm's length with one hand and lay
into him with the other till the crowd were driven wild with
delight. Nothing could induce them to think that Jewseppy was
in earnest when he begged them to protect him. They supposed
it was all a part of the play, and the more he implored them to
set him free, the more they laughed and said that " thish yer
Eyetalian was a bang-up actor."
As soon as Jewseppy saw me, he began to tell me of his
TOLD BY THE COLONEL. 547
sufferings. His
story lacked con-
tinuity, as you
might say, for he
would no sooner
get started in his
narrative than the
gorilla would jerk
the rope as a re-
minder to him to
attend strictly to
business if he wanted
to succeed in his pro-
fession. Jewseppy said that as
soon as he tied the rope around
his waist and put the handle of the
organ in the gorilla's hand the beast
saw his chance, and proceeded to take
advantage of it. He had already
knocked the man down twice with the
handle of the whip, and had lashed
him till he was black and blue, besides
" NOTHING COULD INDUCE THEM TO keeping him at work since seven
THINK THAT JEWSEPPY WAS IN
EARNEST.'" o'clock that morning without anything
to eat or drink.
At this point the gorilla hauled Jewseppy in and gave him a
fairly good thrashing for wasting his time in conversation. When
the man came around again with the plate I told him that he was
taking in more money than he had ever taken in before, and that
this ought to console him, even if the consciousness that he was
doing justice to the oppressed had no charms for him. I'm sorry
to say that Jewseppy used such bad language that I really couldn't
stay and listen to him any longer. I understood him to say that
the gorilla took possession of every penny that was collected, and
would be sure to spend it on himself, but as this was only what
Jewseppy had been accustomed to do it ought not to have irritated
a man with a real sense of justice. Of course, I was sorry that
the little man was being ill -treated, but he was tough, and I
thought that it would not hurt him if the gorilla were to carry out
his course of instruction in the duty of elevating the oppressed a
little longer. I have always been sort of sorry that I did not
interfere, for although Jewseppy was only a foreigner who couldn't
vote, and was besides altogether too set in his ideas, I didn't want
548 THE IDLER .
him to come to any real harm. After that day no man ever saw
Jewseppy, dead or alive. He was seen about dusk two or three
miles from town on the road to Sheboygan. He was still tied to
the rope, and was using a lot of bad language, while the gorilla.
was frequently reminding him with the whip of the real duties of
his station, and the folly of discontent and rebellion . That was
the last anybody ever saw of the Italian . The gorilla turned up
the next day at a neighbouring town with his organ, but without
anybody to take up the collection for him, and as the menagerie
happened to be there the menagerie men captured him and put him
back in his old cage, after having confiscated the organ . No one
thought of making any search for Jewseppy, for, as I have said, he
had never been naturalised , and had no vote , and there were not
enough Italians in that part of the country to induce anyone to
take an interest in bringing them to the polls . It was generally
believed that the gorilla had made away with Jewseppy, thinking
that he could carry on the organ business to more advantage
without him . It's always been my impression that if Jewseppy
had lived he would have been cured of the desire to elevate the
down-trodden, except, of course, in foreign countries. He was
an excellent little man-enthusiastic, warm -hearted , and really
believing in his talk about the rights of monkeys, and the duty of
elevating everybody. But there isn't the least doubt that he made
a mistake when he tried to do justice to that gorilla .
A Coster Song.
BY ALBERT CHEVALIER.
ILLUSTRATED BY J. F. SULLIVAN.
"Drink up," sez 'e, " Three pots, miss, its my call."
S.C
which formed the cubicles were about seven feet high, and did not
nearly reach to the ceiling, so conversation was possible, and was
permitted until the lights were put out at half- past ten.
" I'm going to give up being hard on Liggers," remarked The
Celestial from his cubicle to the rest of the lower dormitory. " It's
played out. A master can call you an idiot, and you can't call
him anything back again ; so he has the bulge. It's no use being
at war with Liggers . I'm going on a different line."
" What are you going to do ? " enquired Smithson from the
next cubicle. Smithson, generally addressed as " fat-head," was
of the good- natured , fat, indolent , rather stupid type . He was
.
entirely devoted to The Celestial, to whom he stood in the position
of a humble serf.
" I'm going to try kindness . Now dry up, because I'm writing
my lines, and the gas will be out directly. "
When the gas was put out, The Celestial
removed the counterpane and one blanket
from his bed, and lay down. He was in
consequence only just warm enough to be
able to go to sleep, and he calculated quite
rightly that in a couple of hours the cold
would wake him. The cold acted
as a silent alarum. As soon as he
was awake, he got out of bed and
looked out of window. He was
pleased to find that all the lights
were out in the master's wing of
the house. Then he produced from
his chest of drawers a bull's- eye
S.C.
lantern, which he lit and placed so
that it would illuminate the head
of his bed . On the chair by the " HEHIGHEST WROTE THESE LINES IN THE VERY
STYLE OF CALIGRAPHY. "
bedside he put his Homer, his
writing-case, and two ink-pots. Then he put on a football jersey,
an ulster, and a dressing- gown, and, sitting up in bed, began to
write lines, taking the writing-case and the Homer on his knee. He
wrote these lines in the very highest style of caligraphy. Greek
looks very beautiful when it is beautifully written , and The
Celestial looked upon his performance , when he had finished , with
the eye of an artist. He numbered every fifth line in red ink, and
wrote the following note at the head of the first page :
" N.B.- These lines have been correctly numbered, in order to facilitate
counting.-C. LANGSDYKE."
556 THE IDLER .
" Take these things away. I will tell you on Monday after-
noon what your punishment will be ; you have broken a most
important rule. You have gone a little too far this time. I am
sorry for you, but I am afraid that this will mean expulsion . Now
go away."
The Celestial went down again to the day-room, where he
found Smithson and some others engaged in extracting the milk
from the nuts with a gimlet.
" Cocoanuts are cheap to -day," observed The Celestial .
" Liggers can't eat them ; they're too rich for his poor stomach .
So he bade me bestow them on the bilious Banks and the debili-
tated Douglas . Give me to drink of the gravy of the cocoanut."
He seemed to be in particularly high and whimsical spirits , and
drained the tooth- mug proffered to him with a fine melodramatic
air. " Now, then," he said, " I've got three blessed shillings.
THE KINDNESS OF THE CELESTIAL.
561
Let us go to Hunley's and drink and eat cranberry tarts, for the
day after to-morrow we die-at least I do ."
Smithson knew there was something wrong, and privately
enquired what it was.
" I fancy," said The Celestial meditatively, " that I've about
come to the end of the string, and now you can dry up, fat-head.
You ll hear all the rest of it soon enough."
But late on the Sunday evening following, moved perhaps by
the sentimentality inspired by the music of the evening service
and the lateness of the hour , he told the faithful Smithson every-
thing. " For myself," he said, " I don't care. With Tommy
Hill to captain the footer and Liggers to make your life miserable
in the fifth, the sooner I'm out of Desford the better. But my
people will be sick-that's what I'm thinking about."
" Look here," said Smithson, half-angrily, " I won't stand it.
I- I'm damned if I want to get off and see you sacked. I was in
it every bit as much as you were, and I'm going to say so."
" If you say one single word about it," answered The
Celestial, " I'll just punch your fat head off, and never
speak to you again. Dry up and keep quiet, and do as
you're told ."
When on Monday afternoon Mr.
Liggers came downstairs with bad
news for The Celestial, he found the
boy seated on the stack of hot- water
pipes and wrapped up in two over-
coats.
66
Langsdyke, " he said, coldly,
" I have considered your case, and I
see no reason for treating you with
any leniency. I shall therefore— "
he stopped suddenly, as he saw
the boy's flushed face and feverish
eyes. " Why," he asked, in quite
a different voice, " what's the matter
with you, Langsdyke ? Are you ill ?"
HE FOUND THE BOY SEATED ON THE STACK " It isn't anything , sir , "
OF HOT-WATER PIPES AND WRAPPED UP IN answered The Celestial, a little
TWO OVERCOATS."
excitedly. "It's just an ordinary
sort of a cold. I'm shivering one moment and swea - awfully
hot the next, and my head aches fit to split. Couldn't I take out
my punishment in canings, sir, or partly canings and partly lines ?
562 THE IDLER.
haven where they fain would be .' I tell you that he's a clever
fellow , and a good fellow, and that you've consistently ill-treated
and misunderstood him ."
" I'm ashamed of myself, Dunham . I always liked the boy
really, but I didn't want the others to say that I favoured him,
and, perhaps, I "
At this point there was a knock at the door, and the fat- head
Smithson appeared in an agitated condition.
" Please, sir, I was with The Celest- with Langsdyke in Dow's
Lane the other day, when he said I wasn't, to get me off. And
I'd sooner I was expelled than Langsdyke, because I've only got
an uncle, and he doesn't care much ; and Langsdyke's ill , you see,
and it mightn't be good . for him, and he'll knock my head off it
he hears about it. But I thought as long as one of us was
expelled "
" Go away," said Mr. Liggers, irritably. " No one's going to
be expelled. Don't make a fool of yourself. I say, Dunham ,"
he added, when Smithson had withdrawn, " I say-damn it all-
this is rather touching, you know."
SydayColl
"I'D SOONER I WAS EXPELLED THAN LANGSDYKE."
564 THE IDLER .
"Well, severity didn't do him, no more did kindness, but illness has made
him just proper. He brought me books and things, and came to enquire about
me every day. And now that term's over, he has stopped on, and risked
infection by keeping me company in the sanatorium. So I said to him last
night, ' If you'll tell me what you like next term, I'll do it, sir, because you're
too good a sort to have rows with.' An1 he said, ' So are you, old man.' So
that'll be all right."
BY EDEN PHILLPOTTS .
ON
ILLUSTRATED BY ERNEST M. JESSOP.
1/1
MAT
out through the keyhole, " I don't care a scrap. It's just like our
vile Abbot to jump on a chap when he's down ! " At this sad ex-
hibition of temper and sin, said the Abbot, " Now we, you will
doubtless agree, can inform the stonemasons they'd better begin ;
and, on Saturday evening, we'll brick Lawrence in, after tea.'
Then both silent and peaceful the Abbey became, save at
Lawrence's door. There he hammered and swore till the loud
repetition of Somebody's name brought a shabby red fiend, on a
tongue of forked flame, through the
floor. " Ah ! exactly ; another poor
monk in distress ," he remarked with a
bow. "What's the fix you're in now ?
As you're doubtless aware, I can clear
up this mess . Shall I do so ? " And
Lawrence said instantly, " Yes, only
how ?" " You may leave that with
absolute safety to me ; I'm a splendid
ally," did the demon reply ; " But, of
course," he continued, " if I guarantee
a performance like this,
then my terms, you
will see, must be high."
Having spoken, he in-
stantly sought in his
breast for a strange
docu ment of most sinis-
op
4.Jess ? ter bent. Seven toasting-
Sathanas.
forks, rampant , it bore
for a crest, and a motto, in Latin , distinctly expressed long
descent. "There ! you've no fault to find with my bond, I should
think. Now, for form, nothing more ( I have witnessed a score),
just your name we require, but I
fear you will shrink when I tell you
the Deed must be signed, not with
ink, but in gore." Lawrence punc-
tured his finger and let the blood
run ; then he wrote as desired while
the other admired. " Now," the
devil remarked , "just you see how
each one of these precious old M
'Lives of the Saints ' shall be done when required." He sat
down to the task with a business-like air ; found a pen to his
O
570 THE IDLER.
TH BEAT
.
p
esso
E.J
CHAPTER IX.
" Ashes ?" And she came to look. She put up her hands in
pathetic astonishment. "Well, I never see de like !"
" Didn't you do it ? "
"Who, me? Clah to goodness it's de fust time I've sot eyes
on ' em , Miss Polly. Dat's Dan'l ! Dat ole moke is losin' his
mine."
But it wasn't Dan'l, for he was called, and denied it.
66
Dey ain't no way to ' splain dat wen hit's one er dese-yer
common currences, a body kin reckon maybe de cat-
" Oh !" and a shudder shook Lady Rossmore to her foundations.
" I see it all . Keep away from them- they're his ."
"His, m'lady ? "
" Yes, your young Marse Sellers from England that's burnt
up."
She was alone with the ashes-alone before she could take
half a breath. Then she went after Mulberry Sellers, purposing
to make short work with his programme, whatever it might be ;
"for," said she, " when his sentimentals are up, he's a numskull ,
and there's no knowing what extravagance he'll contrive, if you
let him alone. " She found him. He had found the flag, and was
bringing it. When she heard that his idea was to have the
remains " lie in state, and invite the Government and the public,"
she broke it up. She said-
" Your intentions are all right-they always are-you want to
do honor to the remains, and surely nobody can find any fault
with that, for he was your kin ; but you are going the wrong way.
about it, and you will see it yourself if you stop and think. You
can't file around a basket of ashes trying to look sorry for it , and
make a sight that is really solemn, because the solemner it is, the
more it isn't—anybody can see that. It would be so with one
basket ; it would be three times so with three. Well , it stands to
reason that if it wouldn't be solemn with one mourner, it wouldn't
with a procession-and there would be five thousand people here.
I don't know but it would be pretty near ridiculous ; I think it
would. No, Mulberry, they can't lie in state-it would be a
mistake . Give that up, and think of something else."
So he gave it up, and not reluctantly, when he had thought it
over, and realised how right her instinct was. He concluded to
merely sit up with the remains ; just himself and Hawkins . Even
this seemed a doubtful attention , to his wife, but she offered no
objection, for it was plain that he had a quite honest and simple-
hearted desire to do the friendly and honorable thing by these
R
576 THE IDLE .
" LADY ROSSMORE AND HER DAUGHTER ASSISTED AT THE SITTING UP.
" Right, you are quite right, my lady, perfectly right ; but
there aren't any nearer relatives than relatives by usurpation.
We cannot avoid it, we are slaves of aristocratic custom , and
must submit."
The hatchments were unnecessarily generous , each being as
large as a blanket, and they were unnecessarily volcanic, too, as
to variety and violence of color, but they pleased the earl's bar-
baric eye, and they satisfied his taste for symmetry and complete-
ness, too, for they left no waste room to speak of on the house-
front.
Lady Rossmore and her daughter assisted at the sitting-up till
near midnight, and helped the gentlemen to consider what ought
THE AMERICAN CLAIMANT.
577
" Why, Polly, he'll know by the papers that he was burnt up."
" He won't let himself believe the papers ; he'll argue against
anything and everything that proves his son is dead ; and he will
keep that up and live on it, and on nothing else till he dies. But
if the remains should actually come, and be put before that poor
old dim-hoping soul "
" Oh, my God, they never shall ! Polly, you've saved me from
a crime, and I'll bless you for it always. Now we know what to do
We'll place them reverently away, and he shall never know."
DEPOSITS
CHAPTER X.
HE young Lord
Berkeley, with
the fresh air of freedom
in his nostrils , was
feeling invincibly
strong for his new
career ; and yet- and
yet-ifthe fight should
prove a very very hard
one at first, very dis- Meisenbach
F couraging, very taxing
on untoughened moral sinews, he might in some weak moment
580 THE IDLER.
so much so with the others. The fact is, though it's private, and
the others don't know it, he's a kind of an aristocrat, his father
being a doctor, and you know what style that is—in England, I
mean, because in this country a doctor ain't so very much, even if
he's that. But over there, of course, it's different. So this chap
had a falling out with his father, and was pretty high strung, and
just cut for this country, and the first he knew he had to get to
work or starve. Well, he'd been to college, you see , and so he
judged he was all-right-did you say anything ? "
" No I only sighed."
he had got to haul in his pride and holler for his father, and
-why you're sighing again . Is anything the matter with you ?
""
Does my clatter-
66 Oh , dear, no . Pray go on-I like it. "
" Yes, you see he's been over here ten years ; he's twenty - eight
now, and he ain't pretty well satisfied in his mind, because he
can't get reconciled to being a mechanic and associating with
mechanics, he being, as he says to me, a gentleman , which is
a pretty plain letting on that the boys ain't, but, of course, I
know enough not to let that cat out of the bag."
"Why-would there be any harm in it ?"
"Harm in it ? They'd lick him, wouldn't they ? Wouldn't
you ? Of course you would. Don't you ever let a man say you ain't
a gentleman in this country. But laws, what am I thinking
about ? I reckon a body would think twice before he said a cow-
boy wasn't a gentleman.
A trim, active, slender, and very pretty girl of about eighteen
walked into the room now, in the most satisfied and unembarrassed
way. She was cheaply but smartly and gracefully dressed, and
the mother's quick glance
at the stranger's face as
he rose, was of a kind
which inquires what effect
has been produced, and
expects to find indications
of surprise and admiration.
" This is my daugh-
ter Hattie-we call her
'Puss .' It's the new
boarder, Puss . " This with-
out rising.
The young English-
man made the awkward
bow common to his nation-
ality and time of life in
circumstances of delicacy
and difficulty, and these
words of that sort ; for
being taken by surprise,
his natural, life-long self
sprang to the front, and
་ BEFORE THE WRECK OF A CHEAP MIRROR." that self, of course , would
586 THE IDLER.
remark. It was a short man about forty years old, with sandy
hair, no beard, and a pleasant face badly freckled, but alive and
intelligent, and he wore slop-shop clothing, which was neat,
but showed wear. He had come from the front room beyond the
THE AMERICAN CLAIMANT· 589
hall, where he had left his hat, and he had a chipped and
cracked white wash-bowl in his hand . The girl came and took
the bowl.
" I'll get it for you. You go right ahead and give it to him,
Mr. Barrow. He's the new boarder— Mr. Tracy—and I'd just got
to where it was getting too deep for me."
" Much obliged if you will , Hattie. I was coming to borrow
of the boys ." He sat down at his ease on an old trunk, and said ,
" I've been listening and got interested ; and, as I was saying, I
wouldn't go on, if I were you. You see where you are coming to ,
don't you ? Calling yourself a lady doesn't elect you ; that is
what you were going to say ; and you saw that if you said it you
were going to run right up against another difference that you
hadn't thought of, to wit, whose right is it to do the electing ?
Over there, twenty thousand people in a million elect themselves
gentlemen and ladies, and the nine hundred and eighty thousand
accept that decree and swallow the affront which it puts upon
them . Why, if they didn't accept it, it wouldn't be an election ; it
would be a dead letter and have no force at all. Over here the
twenty thousand would - be exclusives come up to the polls and vote
themselves to be ladies and gentlemen. But the thing doesn't
stop there. The nine hundred and eighty thousand come and vote
themselves to be ladies and gentlemen, too, and that elects the
whole nation. Since the whole million vote themselves ladies and
gentlemen, there is no question about that election . It does make
absolute equality, and there is no fiction about it ; while over
yonder the inequality (by decree of the infinitely feeble, and
consent of the infinitely strong) is also absolute-as real and
absolute as our equality."
Tracy had shrunk promptly into his English shell when this
speech began, notwithstanding he had now been in severe training
several weeks for contact and intercourse with the common herd
on the common herd's terms ; but he lost no time in pulling
himself out again, and so by the time the speech was finished his
valves were open once more, and he was forcing himself to accept
without resentment the common herd's frank fashion of dropping
sociably into other people's conversations unembarrassed and un-
invited. The process was not very difficult this time, for the
man's smile and voice and manner were persuasive and winning.
Tracy would even have liked him on the spot, but for the fact—
fact which he was not really aware of—that the equality of men
was not yet a reality to him, it was only a theory ; the mind per-
590 THE IDLER .
ceived, but the man failed to feel it. It was Hattie's ghost over .
again, merely turned around. Theoretically, Barrow was his
equal, but it was distinctly distasteful to see him exhibit it. He
presently said :
" I hope, in all sincerity, that what you have said is true, as
regards the Americans , for doubts have crept into my mind several
times. It seemed that the equality must be ungenuine where the
sign- names of castes were still in vogue ; but those sign - names
have certainly lost their offence, and are wholly neutralised , nulli-
fied, and harmless, if they are the undisputed property of every
individual in the nation . I think I realise that caste does not
exist, and cannot exist, except by common consent of the masses
outside of its limit. I thought caste created itself, and per-
pêtuated itself ; but it seems quite true that it only creates itself,
and is perpetuated by the people whom it despises , and who can
dissolve it at any time by assuming its mere sign-names them-
selves."
" It's what I think. There isn't any power on earth that can
prevent England's thirty millions from electing themselves dukes
and duchesses to- morrow, and calling themselves so . And within
six months all the former dukes and duchesses would have retired
from the business. I wish they'd try that. Royalty itself couldn't
survive such a process. A handful of frowners against thirty
million laughers in a state of irruption ! Why, it's Herculaneum
against Vesuvius ; it would take another eighteen centuries to find
that Herculaneum after the cataclysm. What's a colonel in our
South ? He's a nobody ; because they are all colonels down there .
No , Tracy "-(shudder from Tracy)-" nobody in England would
call you a gentleman, and you wouldn't call yourself one ; and I
tell you it's a state of things that makes a man put himself into
most unbecoming attitudes sometimes the broad and general
recognition and acceptance of caste as caste does, I mean. Makes
him do it unconsciously-being bred in him, you see, and never
thought over and reasoned out. You couldn't conceive of the
Matterhorn being flattered by the notice of one of your comely
little English hills, could you ? "
" Why, no . "
"Well, then, let a man in his right mind try to conceive of
Darwin feeling flattered by the notice of a princess. It's so
grotesque that it-well, it paralyses the imagination. Yet that
Memnon was flattered by the notice of that statuette ; he says so
himself. The system that can make a god disown his godship and
THE AMERICAN CLAIMANT. 591
profane it-oh, well, it's all wrong, it's all wrong, and ought to be
abolished, I should say."
The mention of Darwin brought on
a literary discussion , and this topic roused.
such enthusiasm in Barrow that he took
off his coat and made himself the more
free and comfortable for it , and detained
him so long that he was still at it when
the noisy proprietors of the room came .
shouting and skylarking in, and began
to romp, scuffle, wash, and otherwise
entertain themselves. He lingered yet a
little longer to offer the hospitalities of
his room and his book-shelf to Tracy,
and ask him a personal question or
two-
"What is your trade ?"
"They- well, they call me a cowboy,
but that is a fancy ; I'm not that. I
haven't any trade."
" What do you work at for your
living ? " AND MADE HIMSELF THE MORE
" Oh, anything-I mean I would FREE AND COMFORTABLE,'11
work at anything I could get to do, but
thus far I haven't been able to find an occupation ."
" Maybe I can help you ; I'd like to try."
" I shall be very glad . I've tried myself to weariness."
""
Well, of course, where a man hasn't a regular trade he's
pretty bad off in this world. What you need, I reckon, was less
book learning and more bread-and-butter learning. I don't know
what your father could have been thinking of. You ought to have
had a trade, you ought to have had a trade, by all means. But
never mind about that ; we'll stir up something to do, I guess .
And don't you get home-sick ; that's a bad business. We'll talk
the thing over and look around a little. You'll come out all right.
Wait for me I'll go down to supper with you."
By this time Tracy had achieved a very friendly feeling for
Barrow, and would have called him a friend, maybe, if not taken
too suddenly on a straight-out requirement to realize on his
theories . He was glad of his society, anyway, and was feeling
lighter hearted than before. Also he was pretty curious to know
what vocation it might be which had furnished Barrow such a
large acquaintanceship with books and allowed him so much time
to read
(To be continued.)
THEIDLER S
CLUB
Sadly
Hasty.
at two cross - roads so that the loiterers could follow the tribe.
Then I lost my friend, and went on ahead, and left pátrins by the
way. He got mixed over the heaps , and wandered into a farmyard,
where he was badly bitten by a bull-dog, and became a melancholy
man. For years afterwards he lived in hourly dread of hydro-
phobia, and swelled to an enormous size through drinking cold
water every five minutes to make sure that he had not taken an
aversion to it. During the last hydrophobia scare he summoned
me-his own familiar friend-for letting a little toy terrier sit on
my front doorstep unmuzzled .
*
The first time I met a real gipsy was on Tunbridge
Wells Common. He was having a fight outside his He is sent to
tent with a farm labourer. I first of all called out- Ratavalo
" Sor shan, pála ? rinkeno saúlo si " (How do you Bengesko Tem .
do, brother ? A beautiful morning), and when he took no
notice I sang to a tune of my own :
Well done, my gorgio,
Del him adré the múi again ;
S'help mi dearie dúvel,
You can mill Kushtó .
Then the gipsy left off fighting , and came across to me and told
me to mind my own business for a mumply gorgio that I was ,
and I might go to ratavalo bengesko tem , which being interpreted
meant Sheol, with the traces of slaughter about it.
* * *
I neglected the Romany tongue for some time after
that until one day I found myself in Granada , The He findeth
Granada gipsies are famous , and live under the gipsy life
Alhambra Hill. I managed to get on friendly terms expensive.
with the King of the Granada gipsies through an
interpreter, and he invited me to come and spend an evening with
him. He had prepared a little fête for me. The gipsy lads and
lasses obliged me with a gipsy dance and several gipsy songs , and
also drank my health in bumpers which I found I was expected to
provide. I was so delighted with my gipsy friends that I deter-
mined to try my Romany on them, and to my intense delight I
succeeded in making myself understood . At least I asked the
King in Spanish if he understood , and he replied in the same
language that he did. I made up my mind to stay for awhile with
these Spanish gipsies , and I asked the King if I might come and
spend a week with his tribe. He said I might, and I rose to
594 THE IDLER.
you at it, and give you in charge. But from a deal with a cast
iron automaton all such elevating influences are entirely absent.
True, there is some shadowy sort of a company concerned
in the transaction, but who ever felt a kindly emotion towards a
company ! The thing seems made to be robbed . The first one I
ever saw stirred all the thieving instincts within me that had been
lying dormant for years.
*
Nor am I , by a very long way, the only man
whose character is being thus automatically deterio- He sheweth
rated by these instruments of evil . The virtue of the how the auto-
nations is being drained into their capacious slots. matic machine
Men come to me-men who , until a year or two ago, corrupteth the
were honest, upright pew-holders- and gloat as they morals of
tell me shameful tales of how they have palmed off mankind .
French pennies upon some unsuspecting sweetstuff
machine, or of how six of them have tried their weight for the
price of one. This, by the way, can easily be done. The method
is very simple. Your first man mounts the stand, drops in his
penny and makes a note of his weight. Before he gets down ,
let the second man step up and stand beside him . The pointer,
under the combined weight of the two, will probably fly round as
far as it can go. Then let the first man slip off gently, and the
pointer will swing back and record the weight of the second man
as he stands there alone. You repeat this process until you are
all weighed. There need not, of course, be only six of you . Any
number can join in-twenty if need be. Indeed , it is better fun
with a large number ; there is more excitement. A few of us
found out the trick quite accidentally one day when returning
from a funeral in the country. My only regret in the matter
is that it is so seldom I feel I want to know my weight.
* *
A striking example of the moral depravity engen-
dered among all classes by this mechanical method He giveth a sad
of trade was afforded me one afternoon while I was example.
waiting for a circle train on the platform of the Temple
Station. A Richmond train drew up, and a young man , evidently
dying for a smoke, leapt from a second-class carriage and tried to
obtain a cigarette out of an automatic cigarette box. But although
his penny went in all right, the cigarette would not come out. He
fumbled with the drawer for some time, and then , the guard's
whistle sounding, he cursed the machine, and darted back to his
602 THE IDLER.
BUT
TWENTYT
CAN' MAKE
HIM DRINK
SEPPINSS
WRISHT
Meisenboch
A PROVERB ILLUSTRATED
THE IDLER.
JULY, 1892.
Novel Notes .
BY JEROME K. JEROME .
ILLUSTRATED BY A. S. BOY .
III.
broken, steady-going cob and a lively young colt with ideas of his
own. The one is comfortable to travel with , but the other provides
you with more exercise. If you start off with a thoroughly good
woman for your heroine you give your story away in the first
chapter. Everybody knows precisely how she will behave under
every conceivable combination of circumstances in
which you can place her. On every occasion she will
do the same thing-that is, the right thing.
With a bad heroine, on the other hand, you can
never be quite sure what is going to happen. Out of
khon the fifty or so courses open to her, she may take
the right one, or she may take one of the forty-
nine wrong ones, and you watch
her with curiosity to see which it will
be.
" But surely there are plenty of
good heroines who are interesting,"
I said.
"At intervals-when they do
something wrong," answered Jeph-
son drily. "A consistently irre-
proachable heroine is as irritating to
the average reader as Socrates must
have been to Xantippe, or as the model
boy at school is to all the other lads.
Take the stock heroine of the eighteenth
century romance. She never met her lover
except for the purpose of telling him that
she could never be his, and she generally
wept steadily throughout the interview, She
never forgot to turn pale at the sight of
blood, nor to faint in his arms at the most
inconvenient moment possible. She was
" THE MOST
INCONVENIENT determined never to marry without her
MOMENT POSSIBLE."19
father's consent, and was equally resolved
never to marry anybody but the one par-
ticular person she was convinced he would
never agree to her marrying. She was an
excellent young woman, and nearly as uninteresting as a celebrity
at home."
"Ah, but you're not talking about good women now," " I
observed. " You're talking about some silly person's idea of a
good woman."
NOVEL NOTES. 611
could settle down and peacefully pass the remainder of her days,
and that she thought this place might possibly prove to be the
very thing for her.
" My cousin, delighted with the chance of a purchaser, at once
drove her across to the estate, which was about eight miles distant
from the town, and they went over it together. My cousin waxed
eloquent upon the subject of its advantages . He dwelt upon its
quiet and seclusion , its proximity-but not too much proximity-to
the church, its handiness to the little village that nestled round
its gates.
66
Everything pointed to a satisfactory conclusion of the
business. The lady was charmed with the situation and the
surroundings, and delighted with the house and grounds. She
considered the price low.
" And now, Mr. Brown ,' said she, as they stood
6
by the lodge gate, tell me,
what class of poor have you
got round about ? '
" Poor,' answered my
cousin , ' there are no
poor.'
""No poor !?
" ex-
"
claimed the lady. No
poor people in the village ,
or anywhere near ?'
" You won't find a
poor person within five
miles of the estate ,'
he replied proudly.
You see, my dear
madam , this is a thinly
populated and ex-
ceedingly prosperous
county. This parti- 666 WHAT CLASS OF POOR HAVE YOU GOT ROUND ABOUT?""
cular district is es-
pecially so. There is not a family in it that is not, comparatively
speaking, well-to -do . '
" Oh, I'm sorry to hear that,' said the lady, in a tone of
disappointment . The place would have suited me so admirably
but for that.'
" But surely, madam,' cried my cousin, to whom a demand
for poor persons was an entirely new idea, ' you don't mean to say
NOVEL NOTES. 615
that you want poor people ! Why, we've always considered it one
of the chief attractions of the property-nothing to shock the eye or
wound the susceptibilities of the most tender-hearted occupant.'
" My dear Mr. Brown , ' replied the lady, I will be perfectly
frank with you . I am becoming an old woman, and my past life
has not perhaps been altogether too well spent. It is my desire
to atone for the-er-follies of my youth by an old age of well-
doing, and to that end it is essential
that I should be surrounded by a
certain number of deserving poor. I
had hoped to find in this charming
neighbourhood of yours the custom-
ary proportion of poverty and misery,
in which case I should have taken
the house without hesitation . As it
is, I must seek elsewhere .'
" My cousin was perplexed, and
sad. There are plenty of poor
people in the town,' he said ; ' many
of them most interesting cases, and
you could have the entire care of them
all. There'd be no opposition what-
ever, I'm positive.'
" Thank you,' replied
the lady, but I really
couldn't go as far as the
"The lady reflected upon the idea, and it struck her as a good
one.
"
" You see,' continued my cousin, pushing his advantage, by
adopting this method you would be able to select your own poor.
We would get you some nice, clean, grateful poor, and make the
thing pleasant for you.'
" It ended in the lady's accepting my cousin's offer, and giving
him a list of the poor people she would like to have. She selected
one bedridden old woman ( Church of England preferred ), one
paralytic old man , one blind girl who would want to be read aloud
to, one poor atheist willing to be converted, two cripples , one
drunken father who would consent to be talked to seriously , one
disagreeable old fellow needing much patience, two large families,
and four ordinary assorted couples.
" My cousin experienced some difficulty in securing the
drunken father. Most of the drunken fathers he interviewed
upon the subject had a rooted objection to being talked to
at all. After a long search, however, he discovered a mild
little man, who, upon the lady's requirements and charitable
intentions being explained to him , undertook to qualify himself
for the vacancy by getting intoxicated at least once a week. He
said he could not promise more than once a week at first, he
unfortunately possessing a strong natural distaste for all alcoholic
liquors which it would be necessary for him to overcome. As he
got more used to them, he would do better.
" Over the disagreeable old man, my cousin
also had trouble. It was hard to hit the right
degree of disagreeableness. Some of them were so
very unpleasant . He eventually made choice
of a decayed cab- driver with advanced Radical
opinions, who insisted on a three
years' contract.
"The plan worked exceedingly
well, and does so, my cousin tells me,
to this day. The drunken father has
completely conquered his dislike to strong
drink. He has not been sober now for over
three weeks, and has lately taken to knock-
་་ A DECAYED CAB-DRIVER."
ing his wife about. The disagreeable fellow
is most conscientious in fulfilling his part
of the bargain, and makes himself a perfect curse to the whole
village. The others have dropped into their respective positions
NOVEL NOTES. 617
and are working well. The lady visits them all every afternoon,
and is most charitable. They call her Lady Bountiful, and every-
body blesses her. It is generally felt throughout the parish that
if she does not go to Heaven , then it will be because Heaven
doesn't know its own business ."
Brown rose as he finished speaking , and mixed himself a glass
of whisky and water with the self- satisfied air of a benevolent man
about to reward somebody for having done a good deed ; and
MacShaugnassy lifted up his voice and talked .
" I know a story bearing on the subject, too," he said ; " but
mine is not so serious as yours. It happened in a tiny Yorkshire
village-a peaceful , respectable spot,
where folks found life a bit slow. One
day, however, a new curate ar-
rived, and that woke things up
considerably. He was a nice
young man, and, having a large
private income of his own, was
altogether a most desirable
catch. Every unmarried female
in the place went for him with
one accord.
" But ordinary feminine.
blandishments appeared to have
no effect upon him. He was a
seriously inclined young man,
and once, in the course of a
casual conversation upon the
subject of love, he was heard to
say that he himself should never
be attracted by mere beauty and
charm. What would appeal to 66 WITH A PRIVATE INCOME OF HIS OWN."
him , he said, would be a
woman's goodness-her charity and kindliness to the poor.
"Well, that set the petticoats all thinking. They saw that in
studying fashion plates and practising expressions they had been
going upon the wrong tack. The card for them to play was ' the
poor.'
" But here a serious difficulty arose. There was only one poor
person in the whole parish, a cantankerous old fellow who lived in
a tumble-down cottage at the back of the church, and fifteen able-
bodied women (eleven girls, three old maids and a widow) wanted
to be ' good ' to him.
618 THE IDLER.
" Miss Simmonds, one of the old maids, got hold of him first,
and commenced feeding him twice a day with beef-tea ; and then
the widow boarded him with port wine and oysters . Later in the
week, others of the party drifted in upon him, and wanted to cram
him with jelly and chickens.
" The old man couldn't understand it. He was accustomed to
a small sack of coals now and then, accompanied by a long lecture
on his sins, and an occasional bottle of dandelion tea. This
sudden spurt on the part of Providence puzzled him. He said
nothing, however, but continued to take in as much of
everything
as he could
hold . At
the end of
a month he
was too fat
to get through
his own back
door.
" The com-
petition among
thewomen folk
grew keener
every -day, and
at last the old
.. THE COMPETITION GREW KEENER
man began to
EVERY DAY. "
o give himself
airs, and to
make the place hard for them. He made
them clean his cottage out, and cook his
meals , and when he was tired of having them about the house, he
set them to work in the garden .
" They grumbled a good deal, and there was talk at one time
of a sort of a strike, but what could they do ? He was the only
pauper for miles round , and knew it. He had the monopoly, and ,
like all monopolists, he abused his position shamefully.
" He made them run errands. He sent them out to buy his
' baccy,' at their own expense . On one occasion he sent Miss
Simmonds out with a jug to get his supper beer. She indignantly
refused at first, but he told her that if she gave him any of her
stuck-up airs out she would go, and never come into his house
again. If she wouldn't do it there were plenty of others who
would. She knew it and went.
NOVEL NOTES. 619
" They had been in the habit of reading to him- good boo!:3
with an elevating tendency. But now he put his foot down upon
that sort of thing. He said he didn't want Sunday- school rubbish
at his time of life. What he liked was something spicy. And he
made them read him French novels and seafaring tales, contain-
ing realistic language. And they didn't have to skip anything
either, or he'd know the reason why.
" He said he liked music , so a few of them clubbed together and
bought him an harmonium . Their idea was that they would sing
hymns and play high-class melodies, but it wasn't his. His idea
was- Keeping up the old girl's birthday ' and ' She winked the
other eye,' with chorus and cellar-flap dance, and that's what
they sang.
she was feeling strong and energetic would often make as much
as tenpence, or even a shilling. Unfortunately, there were days
when the four bare walls would chase each other round and round,
and the candle seem a faint speck of light, a very long way off ;
and the frequency of these caused the family income for the week
to occasionally fall somewhat low.
One night the walls danced round quicker and quicker till they
danced away altogether, and the candle shot up through the ceiling
and became a star ; and the woman knew that it was time to put
away her sewing and crawl on to the mattress and wait.
" Jim," she said : she spoke very low, and the boy had to bend
over her to hear, " if you poke about in the middle of the mattress
you'll find a couple of pounds. I saved them up a long while ago.
That will pay for burying me. And, Jim, you'll take care of the
kid. You won't let it go on the parish:"
Jim promised.
" Say ' S'welp me Gawd, ' Jim."
66
S'welp me Gawd, mother."
Then the woman, having arranged her worldly affairs , lay
back ready, and Death struck.
Jim kept his oath . He found the money, and buried his
mother ; and then, putting his household goods on a barrow
moved into cheaper apartments- half an old shed, for which he
paid two shillings a week.
For eighteen months he and the baby lived there. He left the
child at a nursery every morning, fetching it away each evening
on his return from work, and for that he paid fourpence a day,
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up into a red foam, two great black fins are rising and falling like
the sails of a windmill, casting the boat into a shadow as they
droop over it, but still the harpooner clings to the head, where no
harm can come, and , with the wooden butt of the twelve-foot lance
against his stomach, he presses it home until the long struggle is
finished, and the black back rolls over to expose the livid , whitish
surface beneath . Yet amid all the excitement-and no one who
has not held an oar in such a scene can tell how exciting it is—
one's sympathies lie with the poor hunted creature. The whale
as a small eye, little larger than that of a bullock, but I cannot
easily forget the mute expostulation which I read in one, as it
limmed over in death within hand's touch of me. What could it
guess, poor creature, of laws of supply and demand, or how could
it imagine that when Nature placed an elastic filter inside its
:mouth, and when man discovered that the plates of which it was
composed were the most pliable and yet durable 1 things in creation,
its death-warrant was signed .
Of course, it is only the one species, and the very rarest species
of whale, which is the object of the fishery. The common rorqual
or finner, largest of creatures upon this planet, whisks its eighty
feet of worthless tallow round the whaler without fear of any
missile more dangerous than a biscuit . This, with its good-for-
nothing cousin, the hunch-back whale, abounds in the Arctic seas ,
and I have seen their sprays upon a clear day shooting up along
the horizon like the smoke from a busy factory. A stranger
sight still is, when looking over the bulwarks into the clear water,
to see far down where the green is turning to black the huge,
flickering figure of a whale gliding under the ship. And then the
strange grunting, soughing noise which they make as they come
up, with something of the contented pig in it, and something of
the wind in the chimney ! Contented they well may be, for the
finner has no enemies, save an occasional sword- fish , and Nature ,
which in a humorous mood has in the case of the right whale
affixed the smallest of gullets to the largest of creatures, has
dilated the swallow of its less valuable brother, so that it can have
a merry time among the herrings.
The gallant seaman, who in all the books stands in the prow
of a boat, waving a harpoon over his head, with the line snaking
out into the air behind him, is only to be found now in Paternoster
Row. The Greenland seas have not known him for more than a
hundred years , since first the obvious proposition was advanced
that one could shoot both harder and more accurately than one
628 THE IDLER.
could throw. Yet one clings to the ideals of one's infancy, and I
hope that another century may have elapsed before the brave fellow
disappears from the frontispieces, in which he still throws his
outrageous weapon an impossible distance. The swivel gun, like
a huge horse- pistol, with its great oakum wad, and 28 drams of
powder, is a more reliable, but a far less picturesque, object.
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middle of the boat and over the bows. There are two miles of it
there, and a second boat will lie alongside to splice on if the first
should run short, the end being always kept loose for that purpose.
And now occurs the one serious danger
sent of whaling. The line has usually been
eligo-anil olt coiled when it was
wet, and as it runs
out it is very liable"
THE HARPOONER.
mighty wall extending right across from side to side, with no chink
or creek up which she can push her bows. It is old ice, gnarled
and rugged, and of an exceeding thickness, impossible to pass , and
nearly impossible to travel over, so cut and jagged is its surface.
BLOCKED.
Over this it was that the gallant Parry struggled with his sledges
in 1827 , reaching a latitude (about 82° .30, if my remembrance is
correct) which for a long time was the record . As far as he could
see this old ice extended right away to the Pole.
Such is the obstacle. Now for the whaler's view of how it
may be surmounted .
This ice, they say, solid as it looks, is really a floating body,
and at the mercy of the water upon which it rests . There is in
those seas a perpetual southerly drift, which weakens the cohesion.
of the huge mass, and when, in addition to this, the prevailing
winds happen to be from the North, the barrier is all shredded out,
and great bays and gulfs appear in its surface. A brisk northerly
wind, long continued, might at any time clear a road , and has ,
according to their testimony, frequently cleared a road by which a
ship might slip through to the Pole . Whalers fishing as far North
as the 82nd degree have in an open season seen no ice, and, more
important still, no reflection of ice in the sky to the north of them.
But they are in the service of a company, they are there to catch
whales, and there is no adequate inducement to make them risk
themselves, their vessels, and their cargoes, in a dash for the
North.
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and Greenland, and from that day (it was in the 14th
century) to this no one has penetrated that ice, L nor has it ever
been ascertained what became of that ancient city, or of its inhabit-
ants. Have they preserved some singular civilisation of their
own, and are they still singing and drinking and fighting, and wait-
ing for the bishop from over the seas ? or have they been destroyed
by the hated Skraelings, or have they, as is more likely, amal-
gamated with them, and produced a race of tow-headed, large- limbed
Esquimaux ? We must wait until some Nansen turns his steps in
that direction before we can tell. At present it is one of those
interesting historical questions, like the fate of those Vandals who
were driven by Belisarius into the interior of Africa, which are far
better unsolved. When we know everything about this earth, the
romance and the poetry will all have been wiped away from it.
There is nothing so artistic as a haze.
There is a good deal which I had meant to say about bears,
and about seals, and about sea-unicorns, and sword-fish, and all
the interesting things which combine to throw that glamour over
the Arctic ; but, as the genial critic is fond of remarking, it has all
been said very much better already. There is one side of the
Arctic regions, however, which has never had due attention paid to
it, and that is the medical and curative side. Davos Platz has
shown what cold can do in consumption , but in the life-giving air
of the Arctic Circle no noxious germ can live. The only illness of
any consequence which ever attacks a whaler is an explosive bullet.
It is a safe prophecy that before many years are past, steam yachts
will turn to the North every summer, with a cargo of the weak-
chested, and people will understand that Nature's ice-house is a
more healthy place than her vapour-bath.
Ahr.gr.
want her to sit down while I go and have an ice ; girls are
rather a bother sometimes," he continued, confidentially, " but
you will like her."
Just at that moment, a very good- looking , fair girl came
through the crowd, looking anxiously from right to left ; then
she saw us, and came towards us. Anyone who has ever gone
through the ceremony of introduction performed by a child knows
that it is awkwardly elementary and without detail. The small
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ed by the idea that
the crowd would make such an expedition a lengthy one. He
departed , and his companion gave me a look which, I felt sure,
was meant to express gratitude .
" It is a great nuisance for you having to bring him," I said ;
"you must have been fearfully bored ."
" Oh, no," she answered , " I have enjoyed myself very much
since I have been able to sit down- and- rest."
I felt sure she meant since she had had the pleasure of making
my acquaintance-she said that with her eyes.
" I have been so amused watching two people," she added ;
66
they are funny ! Do look at that girl-what style ! Can any
human being ?"
"Where ? " I asked .
" There," she said, " by that poetic- looking Italian policeman ;
did you ever see such a hat, and isn't she pleased with herself ?
Do look at her terrible, fat mother."
I looked in the direction indicated, and at that moment the
girl in question turned her head ; but I averted my eyes at once,
and I don't think she bowed . Poor Maud Gardiner, she is a very
"good sort," as no doubt she would describe herself, but her cos-
tumes, occasionally fetching on the river, at a distance, or even
644 THE IDLER.
when one is tête-à-tête with her in a punt, are a little bit voyants
for town in the season. And besides, when I compared her with
my companion, I really felt there was an indefinable difference
between them which nothing could bridge over.
" Is not she awful ? I don't
believe you see her," said my
companion.
"Awful," I said, endea-
vouring not to actually look
in the direction where I knew
Miss Gardiner was trying to
bow to me.
"They seemed to think of
coming for a row with us,"
said my companion . " I wish
they had."
I wished so, too , audibly,
while inaudibly I prayed that
they might go to the utter-
most end of the
Olympia and drown
themselves .
" Of course, you
" Oh, of course," she said, " I suppose you go out a great deal ;
now I only come up for a little time, and I do enjoy all the balls
we go to. I hope you will
come to it, mind you do ; but
perhaps even if you do you
will have forgotten me."
" Forgotten you ! " I
answered enthusiastically ,
ແ never ; if I can get to the
ball I certainly shall hope for
the pleasure of dancing with
you several times. "
" Do you dance much with
Mabel Brantinghurst , Captain
Lyndon ?"
I replied that I rarely, if
ever, danced with Lady Mabel
Brantinghurst.
" I thought you were a
friend of hers, " she said, rather
inquisitively ; " don't you like
her ? " *
I shrugged my shoulders 64 HER TERRIBLE, FAT MOTHER."
expressively .
" She does talk a great deal, " said my companion . " Dear
Mabel, she is my cousin , and I am very fond of her, but I think
she rather bores one."
" Not much in her," I suggested .
" Just so," she answered ; " how well you judge character, but
22
if you don't come to dance with her, you will come all the same.'
" If I can," I said, " but what is the matter?" My companion
had jumped up in the gondola, and was trying to attract someone's
attention .
"Why, there is Lady Brantinghurst, " she answered. " Come
along and let us join her, and find Charlie. She will tell you she
sent you an invitation ."
We were landed . Gondoliers are, fortunately , a leisurely race,
and we went in pursuit of a tall lady, who, with an equally tall girl
and two little boys in Eton jackets , was walking rather rapidly
away from us. My companion hurried on ; we had nearly caught
up the object of our pursuit when I pulled out my watch. " My
goodness ! " I said in horror, " it is half-past two, and unless
I can get to Paddington by three, I shall be late."
646 THE IDLER.
"What for ? " she said. " Can't you come and just speak to
auntie ? Are you not going to see the ballet ? It must have begun
long ago."
"Impossible," I answered, " you
have made me forget the time too
much already," and bidding her
a hasty good- bye, I hurried to-
wards the door . As I was going
out, I ran straight into a group
of the whole family of Lexham-
Gardiners.
Mrs. Lexham-Gardiner looked
very cross ; so did Maud.
BY JAMES PAYN.
ILLUSTRATED BY GEO. HUTCHINSON .
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though the story has since done well enough, but I think the chief
of them was the alteration of the title to " Richard Arbour," which,
contrary to the wishes both of myself and my publisher, was
insisted upon by a leading librarian . It is difficult, nowadays, to
guess his reason, but people were more 66 square-toed" in those
times, and I fancy he thought his highly
respectable customers would scent
something Bohemian, if not abso-
lutely scampish,
in a Scapegrace.
A mere name is
not an attractive
title for a book ;
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Fold by the Colonel.
III.
THAT LITTLE FRENCHMAN.
By W. L. Alden .
ILLUSTRATED BY RICHARD JACK.
TR JACK
WSLE
" Now I needn't say that I don't speak French, nor any of those
fool languages. Good American is good enough for me. One
reason why these Europeans have been enslaved for centuries is
that they can't make each other understand their views without
shouting at the top of their lungs, and so bringing the police
about their ears. But I did happen to know, or thought I did, the
French word for going to sleep, and so I thought I would
just heave it at this chap so that he would understand that I didn't
require his conversation . I have always found that if you talk to
a Frenchman in English very slowly and impressively he will get
the hang of what you say. That is, if he isn't a cabman. You
can't get an idea into a French cabman's head unless you work it in
with a club. So I said to the fellow in the train : 6 My friend ! 1
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around his legs, and stretched him on the seat with his bundle
under his head. But kindness was thrown away on that
Frenchman. He tried to bite me, and not content with spitting
like a cat, he set up a yell that was the next thing to the loco-
motive whistle, and rolling off the seat tried to kick at me with
both legs .
" I let him exercise himself for a few minutes, while I got my
hairbrush and some twine out of my bag. Then I put him back
on the seat, gagged him with the handle of the hairbrush, and
lashed him to the arm of the seat, so that he couldn't roll off.
Then I offered him a drink, but he shook his head , not having any
manners, in spite of what people say about the politeness of
Frenchmen . Having secured my own safety, and made the
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a crazy man, but he only rolled his eyes and seemed madder than
ever, so I let him lie and got out of the train.
"Two policemen were walking up and down the platform , and I
took one of them by the arm and led him to the car, explaining
what had happened. I don't know whether he understood or not,
but he pretended that he didn't.
"As soon as he saw the lunatic there was a pretty row. He
called two more policemen, and after they had ungagged the fellow,
they hauled us both before a magistrate, who had his office in the
railroad station. At least he acted like a magistrate, although he
wore the same uniform as the policemen.
Here the fellow I had
travelled with was
allowed to speak
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I had used only one of those. Being asked what it was, I said
' cochon.' And then that idiot ordered me to be locked up.
"By rare good luck there happened to be an American Secretary
of Legation on the train. You know him. It was Hiram G.
Trask, of West Centreopolis. He recognised me, and it didn't
take him very long to explain the whole affair. It seems that the
Frenchman had asked me if I objected to smoking, and when I
tried to tell him that we ought to go to sleep, I said cochon,'
which means pig, instead of ' couchons, ' which was the word I
ought to have used. He was no more of a lunatic than a French-
man naturally is, but he was disgusted at being carried two hundred
miles beyond his destination , which was the first stopping place
beyond Paris, and I don't know as I blame him very much. And
then, too, he seemed to feel that his dignity had been some ruffled
by being gagged and bound. However, both he and the policemen
listened to reason, and the man agreed to compromise on my pay-
ing him damages, and withdrawing the assertion that he was
morally or physically a pig. The affair cost considerable, but it
taught me a lesson , and I have quit believing that you can't travel
in a European railroad car without being locked up with a lunatic
or a murderer. I admit that the whole trouble was due to my
foolishness. When the Frenchman began to make a row, I ought
to have killed him, and dropped the body out of the door, instead
of fooling with him half the night and trying to make him com-
fortable. But we can't always command presence of mind or see
just where our duty lies at all times."
RJACK
WAS
PARIX
Connemara Miracle.
BY FRANK MATHEW.
ILLUSTRATED BY A. S. BOYD.
Outside the twilight was fading, the wind was working itself
into a rage with uncanny cries. Was that the wind or the shriek
of the banshee ? It was said lost souls were chained on the
wind, surely there were human cries in it now ; why were the
dead abroad to-night ?
The landscape was blotted out, then the moon began to rise
and the backs of the mountains rose out of the darkness ; then he
saw their steep walls and the winding lane
of slaty water between them. There was
a glimmer of silver over Muilrea, the
moon floated slowly into sight with milky-
edged clouds round her, a path of white
light crossed the water-a sail glittered
on it, on one hillside three streams shone
like silver snakes. The moon seemed to
shine out with strange suddenness , the
jagged top of the mountain stood black
against her, making her look as if a ragged
piece had been torn from her. He stared
at her till the light seemed dazzling ; he
turned away .
The black crucifix on the wall opposite
was shown plainly by the moonlight, the
face of its figure was bent forward as if
watching him. He had prayed before it
so often all his life, it had seen him a
baby in the cradle, a child dandled by his
mother, a man bringing home his bride ;
here in this cabin, this one room where his
"WRENCHED IT OUT." life had been centred, the crucifix hung
as a silent witness . He thought of his
misery, sure he had cause to hate the man. Still that sad face
was watching him, he could not stand it, must take the crucifix
down. Placing a bench under, he reached to the nail fastening
the top and wrenched it out.
The moon was covered. The cross leant forward in the
darkness, he turned his head away to shun the bent face, and
groping wrenched out the nail at the foot. The cross seemed as
heavy as lead, he dared not look at it-placed it in the corner face
downward, and covered it with a cloth.
Then he stood again at the window, the moon shone out, and
the wind lurched drunkenly against the door, with an echo of
singing from the shebeen the chorus of " Cruiscin Lan ":
670 THE IDLER.
ILLUSTRATED BY A. J. FINBerg .
A few days after we had sent out the cards, I met my friend
O'Donovan, late member for Blackthorn . He was an Irishman
by birth and profession , but the recent General Election had
thrown him out of work. The promise of his boyhood and of his
successful career at Trinity College was great, but in later years
he began to manifest grave symptoms of genius . I have heard
whispers that it was in the family, though he kept it from his wife.
Possibly I ought not to have sent him a card and have taken
the opportunity of dropping his acquaintance. But Geraldine
argued that he was not dangerous , and that
we ought to be kind to him just after he had
come out of Parliament.
O'Donovan was in a rage.
" I never thought it of you ! " he said
angrily, when I asked him how he was . He
had a good Irish accent, but he only used
it when addressing his constituents
"Never thought what ? " I enquired
in amazement.
" That you would treat your friends
so shabbily."
"Wh-what, didn't you g- get a
card ? " I stammered . " I'm sure the
wife- "
" Don't be a fool ! " he interrupted .
" Of course I got a card. That's what
I complain of. "
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He left me, his face working wildly. For days the vision of it inter-
rupted my own work. At last, I could bear the suspense no more
and went to his house. I found him in ecstasies and his wife in
tears. She was beginning to suspect the family skeleton .
" Eureka ! " he was shouting. " Eureka ! "
"What is the matter ?" sobbed the poor woman . "Why don't
you speak English ? He has been going on like this for the last
five minutes," she added , turning pitifully to me.
"Eureka !" shouted O'Donovan. "I must say
it. No new invention is complete without it."
" Bah ! I didn't think you were so con->
ventional," I said, contemptuously. "I
suppose you have found out how
to make the memory-transferring
machine ?"
" I have," he cried, exultantly.
" I shall christen it the noemagraph ,
or thought-writer. The impression
is received on a sensitised plate
which acts as a medium between
the two minds. The brow of the
purchaser is pressed against the
plate, through which a current of
electricity is then passed."
He rambled on about volts and
dynamic psychometry and other
66 WHAT IS THE MATTER ? "
hard words, which, though they
break no bones, should be strictly confined in private dic-
tionaries.
" I am awfully glad you came in," he said , resuming his mother
tongue at last-" because if you won't charge me anything I will
try the first experiment on you . "
I consented reluctantly, and in two minutes he rushed about
the room triumphantly shouting, " 22, Albert Flats, Victoria
Square, Westminster, " till he was hoarse. But for his enthusiasm
I should have suspected he had crammed up my address on the
sly.
He started the Clearing House forthwith . It began humbly
as an attic in the Strand . The first number of the catalogue was
naturally meagre . He was good enough to put me on the free
list, and I watched with interest the development of the enterprise.
He had canvassed his acquaintances for subscribers, and begged
THE IDLER.
678
did they make some extra money, but memories which would
otherwise have rapidly faded were turned over to new minds to
play a similarly beneficent part in aiding the careers of the
owners . The fine image of Lucretius was realised, and the torch
of learning was handed on from generation to generation . Had
O'Donovan's business been as widely known as it deserved , the
curse of cram would have gone to roost for ever, and a finer
physical race of Englishmen would have been produced. In the
hands of honest students the invention might have produced .
intellectual giants, for each scholar could have started
where his predecessor left off, and added more to his
wealth of lore, the moderns standing upon the shoulders
of the ancients in a more literal sense than Bacon
dreamed . The memory of Macaulay, which all
Englishmen rightly reverence, might have been
possessed by his schoolboy. As it was , omniscient.
idiots abounded, left colossally wise by their
fathers, whose painfully acquired memories they
inherited .
O'Donovan's Parliamentary connection
was a large one, doubtless merely because
of his former position and his consequent
contact with political circles. Promises to
constituents were always at a discount, the
supply being immensely in excess of the
demand ; indeed , promises generally were a
drug in the market.
day Instead of issuing the projected supplemental
Fri
catalogue of " Memories Wanted ," O'Donovan
by this time saw his way to buying them up
on spec. He was not satisfied with his com-
44 THE OMNISCIENT IDIOT." mission . He had learnt by experience the
kinds that went best, such as exam. answers ,
but he resolved to have all sorts and be remembered as the
Whiteley of Memory. Thus the Clearing House very soon
developed into a storehouse. O'Donovan's advertisement ran
thus :
350
it well to break entirely with his past, and so had the memory
extracted at the Agency. This, of course, I did not mention , but
I described the murder and the subsequent feelings of the assassin,
and launched the book on the world with a feeling of exultant
expectation.
Alas ! it was damned universally for its tameness and the
improbability of its murder scenes . The critics, to a man, claimed
to be authorities on the sensations of murderers, and the reading
public, aghast, said I was flying in the face of Dickens. They
said the man would have taken daily excursions to the corpse, and
have been forced to invest in a season ticket to Epping Forest ;
they said he would have started if his own shadow crossed his path,
not calmly have gone on drinking beer
like an innocent babe at its mother's
breast. I determined to have the laugh
of them . Stung to madness , I wrote to the
papers asserting the truth of my murder,
and giving the exact date and the place of
burial. The next day a detective found
the body, and I was arrested . I asked
the police to send for O'Donovan , and
gave them the address of the Amnesia
Agency, but O'Donovan denied the
existence of such an institution , and said
he got his living as secretary of the Sham-
rock Society.
I raved and cursed him then- now it
occurs to me that he had perhaps sub-
mitted himself (and everybody else) to
amnesiastic treatment. The jury recom-
mended me to mercy on the ground that to
commit a murder for the artistic purpose of
describing the sensations bordered on insanity;
but even this false plea has not saved my life.
It may. A petition has been circulated by Mudie's, and even at
the eighth hour my reprieve may come. Yet, if the third volume of
my life be closed to-morrow, I pray that these, my last words,
may be published in an édition de luxe, and such of the profits as
the publisher can spare be given to Geraldine.
If I am reprieved , I will never buy another murderer's
memory, not for all the artistic ideals in the world, I'll be hanged
if I do.
An Old Letter.
BY ZEIMBURG .
ILLUSTRATED BY A. S. BOYD .
Marie Sophie Von Herbendorf, you will not read this letter
till I am dead. When your eyes look upon this writing, mine will
be closed for ever, but you will be forced to hear from a dead man
what you refused to hear from living.
Marie Sophie , I am an honest man,
and you- -but you were never like other
girls ; I knew that the first time I saw
you. It was on a snowy Christmas
morning at early mass. They
told me, when I came home
on leave one Christ-
mas Eve, that the
Herbendorfs had a
niece staying with
them . She was a daughter of
Herbendorf of Schwenteborn,
who had just been lately declared a
bankrupt, soon after his wife was
buried. My mother added that you
were a pretty girl, but very reserved ,
and proud as a princess in spite of
your bankrupt father. I will not
pretend that I got up so early and
went to church out of any other
LOOKED UP TO YOUR PEW IN THE
GALLERY." motive than curiosity to see you ,
for at that time I was ready to run
after any girl who came in my way. What other amusement did
our dull little garrison town offer ?
You kept me waiting a long time, Marie Sophie, before you
came. I stood in the shadow of the baptismal font, and looked
up to your pew in the gallery till I thought that my neck would
break. I can still see the large wax candles burning on the altar,
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surrounded by the small wax tapers below. I can smell the pine-
twigs with which they had strewn the floor of the little church .
The little wax tapers shone like glow-worms in the body of the
church, and dimly lighted the darkness . The children's voices
sounded full of joy as the words of the hymn were wafted from the
organ loft. I see it all now as clearly as I did on that day. At
last, I saw old Frau von Herbendorf's velvet, fur-trimmed bonnet.
She bent her head in silent devotion , and you came behind her,
and bent your head too. I
can never forget your dark
eyes, shaded by long lashes ,
and your golden hair. You
clasped your hands, but you
were not praying ; I knew
that, for your eyes looked
sadly into the gloom of the
church-not like the eyes of
a person who was speaking
with God. After service, at
the church door, we met,
and I bowed as deeply as if
you were a princess , but you
only inclined your head
slightly . Cld Sidenburg
went in front of you, with
his lantern . The snow-flakes
glistened on your fair hair.
Once your eyes met mine,
and you looked at me as
though I was a beggar that
had crossed your path- nay,
" I FOLLOWED YOU OVER THE BRIDGE." not so kindly, for I saw you
put something in the hand of
a beggar you met outside the church door. I followed you
secretly, at a distance, and you knew it, Marie Sophie, for you
turned round on the bridge that joins our garden to the Herben-
dorf's. Your relations always took a short cut through our grounds
to the church. Your relations and mine were always good friends.
I followed you over the bridge, and stood in the blinding snow
that was beginning to turn the hills white. I stood for a long time
under your window. To this day, I do not know if you saw me.
But you doubtless knew it, for nothing else would account for the
688 THE IDLER .
and the sun shone down hotly on the stone steps of the house.
I found you in the drawing-room . The room was filled with a
scent of hyacinths, and the sun poured in at the windows, and
sparkled on your golden hair. The uncle was not at home, and
the aunt was not well. I can hear the old clock ticking now, as
it stood on the cabinet, which was crammed with old Meissner
china. I can hear your voice,
as you asked me after my
mother, and if she were not
sad at my departure .
66
My mother ? Oh ! yes ,
she feels it. But you must
often go over to her. She is
very fond of you."
" Fond of me ?" you said,
and smiled in your strange,
quiet way. I looked at you
in surprise, and you shook
your head.
" You do not believe it ? "
I said, half hurt.
" No, Hans von Ebersleben, I do
not. Only one person ever loved me, and
that was my mother ! When are you going ? "
" Not at all if you talk like that, Marie
Sophie, for I will stay to prove to you that
more than one heart- 29
Then you turned
as white as I was red, but still you kept
silent . I sat beside you on the sofa, and took
your hand in mine ; the words tumbled over
each other out of my mouth, I was so anxious
to have a certain answer from you, to be sure
that you would go on listening to what I had
to say for ever. You looked at me with your
large, questioning eyes, as though you were
"I STOOD UNDER YOUR listening to a fairy tale ; and then at last you
LIGHTED WINDOW."
drew your hand out of mine, clasped it tightly
in your other hand which lay in your lap, and shook your fair
head.
66
Hans," you said, " you don't know what you are doing,"
and then you became silent again, and gazed at me with your
beautiful eyes full of tears .
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"C
Morning and evening are not the same," you answered
" In this short time you have ?"
66
Disposed of a dream ! " you answered, putting your hand t
your head.
There was a silence between us ; the only sound was the soft
splashing of the brook. Your dark eyes were fixed on my face
with a pleading, sad expression .
" Marie," I said, " you are deceiving me ; you are not telling
me the truth."
" I don't know what you mean," you
answered in an even voice, but re-
66
moving your eyes from my face.
have told you my reason. I do
not love you as a girl should love
a man whose wife she is to be-
come !"
66
Farewell , Marie Sophie !"
And you bent your fair head
and said, 66 Farewell, Herr von
Ebersleben ."
I wished to leave you, but your
voice held me back. You stood in
the same spot, and put out your hand,
saying-
" I. thank you , Hans. " Then your
lips moved as if you would say
more, but no words came-you
turned away, and I stood and
looked after you till your slight
form was lost in the darkness .
I went to my room, and, for the
first time since I was a child , " UNDER THE LINDENS."
shed bitter tears . The next morning I returned to my garrison ,
and lived the same old life ; perhaps I was a little wilder ; but
whatever I did I always had your pale face and your dark eyes
before me.
For two years, I did not visit Herbendorf. I did not wish
you to see that I felt your refusal so much. My mother arranged
to spend a few weeks with me in Berlin. She brought her niece
with her ; a brown-haired , merry little thing that loved dancing,
and liked walking with " cousin Hans " under the Lindens. I do
not know myself how it happened, but one day we became engaged,
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with the blessing of all our relations . I never asked after you in
my letters to my mother, and she never mentioned your name.
But now she wrote-
" Now I will tell you, Hans, that at one time I was very
much troubled about you . You will laugh at me for my pains .
I thought that you were head over ears in love with Marie Sophie
von Herbendorf. My fears on that point are set at rest. It
would never have done : for , of course, the girl is marked since the
story of her father has become known. But you never heard it.
On the day you left home, it was made public that he had forged a
cheque. It was dreadful, Frau von Herbendorf told me, when
Marie Sophie heard the news. She lay for hours like a dead thing
on the bed they carried her to, and then begged and prayed of her
uncle to try and clear her
father's name, which the old
gentleman did at great sacrifice,
and I do not think that more
than rumours of the scandal
ever reached the ears of the
general public. Since that
day, Marie Sophie is a
changed person. She sits
for hours without speaking
a word. She has only been
to see me once since- for
about a quarter- of- an - hour.
She sat on the window- seat
as if she was in a dream ,
and when I tried to comfort her she
jumped up and ran away without a
word. Poor child, hers is a hard lot.
" TO CLEAR HER FATHER'S NAME."
But she never would have made a
suitable wife for my boy."
So that was it, my mother. Marie Sophie, can you guess my
1
feelings at that moment ? I felt like one that has lost for ever,
by a miserable mistake, the sweetest treasure of life , and who,
must speak the bitter words, " Too late ! "
But it was your fault, Marie Sophie, for you were not honest
with me. Could you not understand love better than that ? I
would have clung to you if you had been the daughter of a
condemned murderer ! What did others matter to me ? I only
wanted you, only you ; I meant to be true to you, Marie Sophie !
694 THE IDLER.
dorf. Why you refused to be happy ; and why you were not
honest with me ?
Both our lives might have been very different, very different,
Marie Sophie !
The American Claimant.
BY MARK TWAIN .
ILLUSTRATED BY HAL HURST .
CHAPTER XI.
RESENTLY the supper bell began to ring in the depths
of the house, and the sound proceeded steadily upward,
growing in intensity all the way up. The higher it came
the more maddening was the noise, until at last what it lacked of
being absolutely deafening was
made up ofthe sudden crash and
clatter of an avalanche
of boarders down the
uncarpeted stairway.
Barrow and Tracy fol-
lowed the avalanche
down through an ever
increasing and ever
more and more aggres-
sive stench of bygone
cabbage and kindred
smells ; smells which
are to be found nowhere but
in a cheap private boarding
house ; smells which once
encountered can never be for-
gotten ; smells which encour-
tered generations later are
instantly recognizable,
but never recognizable
with pleasure. Arrived
in the basement, they
entered a large dining
room , where thirty-five
or forty people sat at a
long table. The feast
had already begun , and " AN AVALANCHE OF BOARDERS."
the conversation was
going on in the liveliest way from one end of the table to the
other. The tablecloth was of very coarse material, and was
698 THE IDLER.
liberally spotted with coffee- stains and grease. The knives and
forks were iron , with bone handles ; the spoons appeared to be
sheet-iron. The tea and coffee cups were of the commonest and
heaviest and most durable stoneware. There was a single large
thick slice of bread by each boarder's plate, and it was observable
that he economised it as if he were not expecting it to be dupli-
cated . Dishes of butter were distributed along the table within
reach of people's arms, if they had long ones. The butter was
perhaps good enough, and was quiet and well behaved, but it had
more bouquet than was necessary. The main feature of the feast
was a piping hot Irish stew, made of the potatoes and meat left
over from a procession of previous meals. On the table were
a couple of great dishes of sliced ham, and there were some
other eatables of minor importance-preserves and New Orleans
molasses, and such things . There was also plenty of tea
and coffee of an infernal sort, with brown sugar and con-
densed milk, but the milk and sugar
supply was not left at the discretion
of the boarders, but was rationed
out at headquarters- one spoonful
of sugar and one of condensed
milk to each cup, and no
more. The table was waited
upon by two stalwart
negro women , who raced
back and forth from the
bases of supplies with
splendid dash and clatter and energy .
Their labors were supplemented after
a fashion by the your.g girl Puss .
She carried coffee and tea back and
Was forth among the boarders , and made
jokes with various people. Manifestly
she was a favorite with most of the
young fellows , and sweetheart of the
" WAITED UPON BY TWO STALWART rest of them . Where she conferred
NEGRO WOMEN."
notice she conferred happiness , as
was seen by the face of the recipient ; and at the same time she
conferred unhappiness -one could see it fall and dim the faces of
the other young fellows like a shadow . She never "Mistered "
these friends of hers, but called them " Billy," " Tom," "John ,"
and they called her " Puss " or " Hattie .".
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" Oh, very well," said Barrow. " The rest of the outfit is well
enough, and while it's not too conspicuous , it isn't quite like the
clothes that anybody else wears. Suppress the hat. When you
meet your man he'll recognize the rest of his suit. That's a
mighty embarrassing hat, you know, in a centre of civilization like
this . I don't believe an angel could get employment inWashington
in a halo like that."
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W&SL
CHAPTER XII .
" Oh, yes, the English swallow a good deal better than other
people. "
66
What is it they swallow best ?
" Oh, insults." Another general laugh.
"Pretty hard to make ' em fight, ain't it ? "
" No, 'tain't hard to make ' em fight."
"3
" Ain't it, really ? '
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' No, ' tain't hard. It's impossible." Another laugh.
"This one's kind of spiritless, that's certain."
" Couldn't be the other way-in his case."
"Why ? "
" Don't you know the secret of his birth ? "
19
" No ! has he got a secret of his birth ?
"You bet he has .'
"What is it ? "
" His father was a wax-figger."
Allen came strolling by where the pair were sitting, stopped ,
and said to the tinner :
66
How are you off for friends, these days ? "
"Well enough off."
" Got a good many ? "
66
Well, as many as I need ."
" A friend is valuable, sometimes-as a protector, you know.
What do you reckon would happen if I was to snatch your cap
off and slap you in the face with it ? "
" Please don't trouble me, Mr. Allen, I ain't doing anything to
you."
"You answer me! What do you reckon would happen ? "
" Well, I don't know ."
Tracy spoke up with a good deal of deliberation and said:
" Don't trouble the young fellow, I can tell you what would
happen. "
"Oh, you can, can you ? Boys , Johnny Bull can tell us what
would happen if I was to snatch this chump's cap off and slap
him in the face with it. Now you'll see."
He snatched the cap and struck the youth in the face, and
before he could enquire what was going to happen , it had already
happened, and he was warming the tin with the broad of his back.
Instantly there was a rush, and shouts of " A ring, a ring, make a
ring ! Fair play all round ! Johnny's grit ; give him a chance."
In a moment, all the windows in the neighborhood were
filled with people, and the roofs also . The men squared off, and
THE AMERICAN CLAIMANT. 707
took Tracy's measure, turned back, and went on tying his shoe.
Tracy finished writing his telegram, and waited, still waited, and
still waited, for that performance to finish, but there didn't seem
to be any finish to it ; so finally Tracy said :
"Can't you take my telegram ? "
The youth looked over his shoulder and said, by his manner,
not his words :
" Don't you think you could wait a minute, if you tried ?
However, he got the shoe tied at last, and came and took the
telegram, glanced over it, then looked up surprised at Tracy.
There was something in his look that bordered upon respect ,
almost reverence, it seemed to Tracy, although he had been so
long without anything of this kind he was not sure that he knew
the signs of it.
The boy read the address aloud, with pleased expression in
face and voice.
"The Earl of Rossmore ! Cracky ! Do you know him ? "
" Yes ."
" Is that so ? Does he know you ? "
"Well-yes."
"Well, I swear ! Will he answer you ? "
" I think he will."
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" Will he, though ? Where'll you have it sent ?
(c Oh, nowhere. I'll call here and get it. When shall I call ? "
" Oh, I don't know- I'll send it to you. Give me your address ;
I'll send it to you soon's it comes. "
But Tracy didn't propose to do this. He had acquired the
boy's admiration and deferential respect, and he wasn't willing to
throw these precious things away, a result sure to follow, if he
should give the address of that boarding house. So he said again
that he would call.
He idled along, reflecting. He said to himself, " There is
something pleasant about being respected. I have acquired the
respect of Mr. Allen and some of those others, and almost the
deference of some of them, on pure merit, for having thrashed
Allen . While their respect and their deference are pleasant, a
deference based upon a sham, a shadow, does really seem
pleasanter still. It's no real merit to be in correspondence with
an earl, and yet, after all, that boy makes me feel as if there was."
(To be continued.)
People I Have Never Met.
BY SCOTT RANKIN .
(J. M. BARRIE .)
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Beyond this, there was no ice to be seen except a few washed pieces
here and there. The late Captain Gravill, of the " Diana," then
in command of the " Sarah and Elizabeth," penetrated to the west
side of the ridge and saw no ice to the north, N.W. , and west. I
was not thinking of discovery at the time, but of where whales
would be found, and so impressed was I by the extraordinarily
open character of the ice, that I was quite sure all the whales
would be found south of latitude 75°. It turned out that I was
right, for, on reaching the locality I had in view, I found the
whales, both large and small, in great numbers-a most unusual
circumstance, for I had never heard of small whales being seen in
any numbers south of latitude 78°. Whales will not remain on
any feeding bank, however good it may be, after the ice leaves , and
this fact, I think, goes far to prove that on the occasion referred to
I had reached the northernmost limit of the ice at that time .
During my voyage, in the months of March, April, and part of
May, in the year 1874, I experienced a combination of hard gales
from north and N.N.W. , and these gales had , I believe, created a
large space of open water in the region of the Pole. I believe that
this space went on increasing as the season advanced , until I think
it is probable that a large proportion of the ice in the circumpolar
space was driven south as far as the 80° parallel by the middle of
August. Towards the end of July of the same year, we left our
usual cruising ground (at that season in latitude 74°) and sailed
north through the ice, which was in a moderately open condition ,
with the floes lying unbroken , until we reached latitude 79°. After
this, the ice became much broken up, and was closely packed
together, and of a much lighter character than it had been found
to be farther south . I was now convinced that we were
approaching the northern limit of the ice, because a southerly
swell could not have broken up the ice so far north, and left the
floes unbroken for three hundred miles to the south. Indeed ,
nothing but a northerly swell, with a heavy weight of water at the
back of it, could possibly have broken the ice up so small, or kept
it so close together, as it was found to be. Keeping the ship
under canvas, near the edge of the pack, at this time during a thick
fog, with the wind fresh from the N.W., we found the ice
continually driving down upon us . When the weather cleared ,
all the boats were sent away to bring fresh-water ice on board , and
so fast was the ice driving, that they were obliged to pull away
from it to prevent them from getting beset, thus showing, in my
opinion, that the ice was being driven south by a large sea at the
714 THE IDLER.
flows into the polar area from Behring's Strait , and from the
American and Siberian rivers . It is frozen to a great depth on its
way across the polar area , and flows out as the great ice- bearing
current between Spitzbergen and Greenland. This movement is
continuous and unceasing. North winds incessantly blowing
would make no difference. It is consequently impossible to reach
the Pole by attempting to force a way from Spitzbergen against
the current. If there is continuous land from Franz Josef Land to
the Pole, then the Pole can be reached by travelling along it. If
there is no continuous land, but only a.group of islands , then the
only way to reach the Pole is by following the in-flowing current
from the Siberian coast.
* *
Dr. Conan Doyle's idea of sending a small vessel
up, year by year, to examine the state, condition , and Rear-Admiral
position of the ice is a very good one , so far as a Markham's
reconnoitring expedition is concerned, but I should views.
deprecate the idea of allowing this vessel to push on
northwards , unless proper provision had been made to support
her, and depôts formed in her rear in the event of any disaster
happening to her. Her doing so , unsupported , would result
in the same disastrous termination as attended De Leng
and Greeley. In my opinion , the only way in which a
higher northern latitude than has already been attained can
be reached, is to endeavour in a ship to push up as far
as possible along the coast of Franz Josef Land, and then to
explore northwards along that coast with sledges, establishing
depôts of provisions for the travellers. There is no saying how
far the coast of Franz Josef Land extends in a northerly direction ,
but it is almost certain that sledge parties would have but little
difficulty in reaching the termination of the land, even if it reached
the Pole itself ! All efforts should be centred in this direction, and
I have no hesitation in predicting that if a well- found expedition
were to be despatched to Franz Josef Land , a successful result
would be assured . I only wish I could have a chance of going
myself.
sensation you ever experienced . Crack goes the wire rope, and
then the patent catch begins to get in its work ; slips two or three
cogs, grips , slips again, grips , slips a dozen , and takes your breath
away, holds for a couple of seconds , crack ! slip, grip, slip , grip,
then a final smash , and down you go. That was when I broke
my arm- in Chicago-'83 . I tell you, gentlemen, after we had
gone down two stories in that jerky way, it was a positive relief
when the patent catch went smash and dropped us all down three
stories into the cellar. We knew the worst then . Of course the
patent wedging arrangement is a great thing. It's on this
elevator. I asked the man, and he said ' we.' It 's a first rate
thing when it works. You remember that awful elevator smash
in Boston ?-seven killed. Well, that elevator had every safety
device on it that ever went through the patent office. Yes , sir !
I asked the man who put up the elevator how he accounted for
none of ' em acting. Said he couldn't account for it-supposed
cach one just lay low and waited for the others to act . But the
greatest thing now-a-days is the air chamber. Elevator drops
down as if it were sinking in a feather bed . Lovely sensation.
I remember going down on a trial trip in Philadelphia. It was a
new thing then. They put a glass of water-full up to the top-
on a chair, and the proprietor guaranteed it wouldn't spill a drop .
When we were seven stories up , the engineer cut the rope."
" And did the water spill ?" asked his friend . "We never found
that out. I expect it did , but when we got down it wasn't glasses
of water we were looking for, brandy was our size. You see , they
neglected to remember that the brickwork of the air chamber
hadn't had time to set. It was green- so were we. The brick
walls blew out as if there had been a dynamite explosion. There
were five merchants, three lawyers, and four newspaper men on
board, and they were so mixed up at the bottom with bricks ,
mortar, and bits of elevator, that it took most of us a couple of
weeks before we could remember whether we were lawyers ,
merchants , or reporters. I don't feel quite sure yet, but I made up
my mind to go on any elevator but a safety one after that. How-
ever, the air chamber has been improved since then. That's what
the Eiffel Tower needs. Now, look at the height we're at. If we
were to drop, we would go clear through to China. Every man
on board would have his name in big type in to- morrow's papers .
I remember that awful accident in- — " But here, happily, we
reached the top.
718 THE IDLER .
with the circus , one became a negro minstrel , two were theatrical
supernumeraries, and two were labour reformers. Similarly, of
ten " Wesleys," taken at random in the Metropolitan district, four
were convicted of larceny, two were burglars, two were habitual
brokers, and the remaining two were presumably honest. Ten
"Luthers " were also taken from the Metropolitan district, and of
these three were guilty of breach of trust in a fiduciary capacity,
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two bolted with the funds of banking institutions, and five were
lawyers, although it is only fair to say that one of the latter reformed
at the age of forty, and is still living a blameless life. Whatever
else Calvin, Wesley, and Luther were, they were strictly honest
men, and certainly Calvin had no connection with any circus , or
other show. Why, then, should their names , when given to
helpless boys , work such moral devastation ? This is a mystery
which someone ought to solve , even if it requires the vivi-
section of parents who wilfully convey demoralising names to
their offspring .
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722 THE IDLER.
put up to catch his eye, with the terse command, " Do not write om
the walls," or the appeal to his better nature, " Please do not write
on the walls." These notices do not seem to answer the purpose-
intended. If the boards are white and the lettering black, the:
surface is invariably filled with the scribbled names of " John
Jones," " Sam Smith, " and "Billy Brown." Command and
appeal are alike in vain . The trouble is that no nation except the
French appreciate the scribbler as he ought to be appreciated. We
honour Shakespeare and Milton and Byron , and we sneer at Jones-
and Smith and Brown , yet the very same motives actuate the three:
latter that actuated the three former. It is the innate desire for
immortality. Smith does not wish his name to sink into oblivion
any more than Shakespeare did. Brown and Byron each desired
his name to live. The man who pays thousands a year to have
:
a name of five letters attached to the word " soap " blazoned all
over the country is induced to do so by hopes of gain, but no such
sordid motive urges Brown to write his five letters on the statue-
of Venus de Milo in the Louvre. One man immortalises his name:
by writing a great book, winning a great battle, or building a great
tower or bridge ; another man tries to do the same by scribbling
with a lead pencil on the walls of the British Museum . The
French, as I have said , recognise the scribbler's high and pure
motive, and at the four corners on the top of the Eiffel Tower they
have made preparation for him. There is conspicuously placed at
each of the four corners a large sheet of white paper, which can be
rolled up as often as is needed so as to expose a fresh, unwritten
surface. Above this , is printed the words, " Please write your
name here." The attendant tells you a lovely untruth to the
effect that this scribbled- over paper is to be bound up into albums
and preserved for ever in the archives of France. Thus do Brown,
Jones, and Smith at last receive adequate recognition. The con-
sequence is that all the woodwork at top is left untouched by
pencil, and the names are written on the paper provided. The
latent desire for immortality that exists in every human breast is.
satisfied . The French are a wonderful people.
* * *
I spent a few days last week in a seaside boarding--
Zangwill dis- house. I went incognito so as to discuss myself in
Courseth of the drawing-room . Alas ! no one had ever heard of
Tame. me. When I left everyone had . I think I shall spend
a good deal of time this summer touring the boarding-
houses and enlightening the country. You can get at the
THE IDLERS' CLUB . 723
Consequently, when the diners rose from the table, each man or
woman hugged his or her bottle to his or her breast (beastly
phrase, that " his or her," I want to talk about it some day),
and so the Bacchic procession filed out . It struck me that it
would make an excellent scene in a farcical comedy or a comic
opera. The situation has never been done upon the stage, and ,
with the generosity natural to a man who is not in the dramatic
ring, I present it to anyone of you who is. Perhaps it would
be best, in a comic opera . It would lend itself to a good opening.
chorus. Something like this-
We carry our bottles ,
Our flasks and our pottles ,
Like wise Aristotles ,
Who know what is what.
We're bound to retain ' em ,
For others would drain ' em
Nor should we regain ' em,
If once we did not.
Now that is absolutely impromptu , so I will not have it criticised .
flatter myself, however, it is quite up to the mark of the average
libretto. I do not intend to be complimentary to the average
libretto, which has long been the disgrace of the London stage.
To return to our bottles . I discovered that it is much more
economical to drink wine than beer, because when you are going
away you get sixpence off the bill for every empty flask you leave
behind you. If you drink beer you get nothing back. A simple:
process of calculation shows that if you only drink wine enough
you can wipe off the entire bill, perhaps even get a profit over,
sufficient to cancel your travelling expenses . I intend to go into
the figures in detail and publish a pamphlet on " How to Have a
Seaside Holiday For Nothing."
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