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LITERARY CRITICISM AND CULTURAL
THEORY
OUTSTANDING DISSERTATIONS
edited by
William E.Cain
Wellesley College
A ROUTLEDGE SERIES
ii
Merrill Cole
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The other Orpheus: a poetics of modern homosexuality/by Merrill
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Includes bibliographical references and index.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS viii
Writing The Other Orpheus has been a long-term project. I have many
people to thank.
In 1991, Phyllis Janowitz, my MFA thesis advisor at Cornell University,
told me that my suspicions about homoeroticism in the poetry of T.S.Eliot
were right on target. That was the beginning. Four years later, at the
University of Washington, Tim Dean and Jeanne Heuving assisted me in
developing an extended analysis of Eliot, which would become the starting-
point and fourth chapter of the dissertation. Christopher Lane’s criticism
of this essay helped to make it appropriate for publication in Discourse.
Leroy Searle guided the entire dissertation, and also provided a great deal of
moral support. Nancy Rubino helped me with the Arthur Rimbaud
chapters. Ranjana Khanna’s comments on the completed dissertation were
highly useful in figuring out what to do next. Tim Dean helped me sharpen
my argument about Hart Crane; Tim’s assistance and support have been
invaluable through my graduate career and beyond. The third chapter
owes a debt to Ann Kibbey, who published it in Genders, after providing
excellent editorial advice. Brian Reed offered highly useful commentary on
the complete manuscript, as I prepared to resubmit it to Routledge.
The Graduate School at the University of Washington gave me a
scholarship to France, which helped to make the Rimbaud chapters
possible. The one-year position I held at the University of Minnesota,
Morris allowed me a good deal of time to develop this book. I thank Gulf
Coast Community College for hiring me as an adjunct at the last possible
moment, thus giving me time to complete final revisions.
I thank Paul Foster Johnson, my editor at Routledge, for encouraging me
to find a better title for the book.
All four of my parents, Carole and Lee Lapensohn, and Paula and Grant
Cole, provided material support at various points in the process. I
thank my Mother, Carole, for proofreading the manuscript and offering
substantive criticism.
An enormous debt of gratitude goes to my former partner, Tony Potts,
who gave me a life outside of academia during graduate school; and to
ix
Frank Mersand, whose friendship since college has been a blessing. Finally,
I thank my current partner, Jeff Stuckey, for all the reasons he knows.
CREDITS:
“Asphodel, That Greeny Flower (excerpt)” by William Carlos Williams,
from COLLECTED POEMS: 1939–1962, VOLUME II, copyright © 1944
by William Carlos Williams. Used by permission of New Directions
Publishing Corporation.
“Bad Blood,” “Alchemy of the Verb,” and “Farewell (excerpts)” by
Arthur Rimbaud, translated by Louise Varèse, from A SEASON IN HELL
& THE DRUNKEN BOAT, copyright © 1961 by New Directions
Publishing Corp. Used by permission of New Directions Publishing
Corporation.
“By Way Of A Preface,” “After the Deluge (excerpt),” “Childhood
(excerpt)," “Tale (excerpt),” “Side Show (excerpt),” “Antique,” “Beau-
teous Being (excerpt),” “Departure (excerpt),” “To a Reason,” “Morning
of Drunkenness,” “Working People (excerpt),” “City (excerpt),”
“Vagabonds (excerpt),” “Common Nocturne,” “Historic Evening
(excerpt),” “Democracy,” “War,” “Genie (excerpt),” “Youth (excerpt),”
and “Sale,” by Arthur Rimbaud, translated by Louise Varèse, from
ILLUMINATIONS, copyright © 1957 by New Directions Publishing Corp.
Used by permission of New Directions Publishing Corporation.
“Canto I, LXXXI (excerpts)” by Ezra Pound, from THE CANTOS OF
EZRA POUND, copyright © 1934, 1937, 1940, 1948, 1956, 1959, 1962,
1963, 1966, and 1968 by Ezra Pound. Used by permission of New
Directions Publishing Corporation.
“The Death of Saint Narcissus” from POEMS WRITTEN IN EARLY
YOUTH by T.S.Eliot. Copyright © 1965, renewed 1995 by Valerie Eliot.
Reprinted with permission of Farrar, Straus, and Giroux, LLC.
“Empire of the Closet” by Merrill Cole, from Discourse 19.3, copyright
© 1997 Discourse. Used by Permission of Discourse.
“Eurydice” and “Tribute to the Angels (excerpts)” by H.D.(Hilda
Doolittle), from COLLECTED POEMS, 1912–1944, copyright © 1982 by
The Estate of Hilda Doolittle. Used by permission of New Directions
Publishing Corporation.
Excerpt from “Legend” by Marc Simon, editor, excerpt from “Emblems
of Conduct,” “Paraphrase,” excerpt from “Possessions,” excerpt from
“Lachrymae Christi,” “Passage,” excerpt from “The Wine Menagerie” by
Marc Simon, editor, excerpt from “Recitative,” excerpt from “For the
Marriage of Faustus and Helen” by Marc Simon, editor, excerpt from
“Voyages I” by Marc Simon, editor, excerpt from “Voyages III,” excerpt
from “Voyages VI,” excerpt from “C 33“by Marc Simon, editor, excerpt
from “The Broken Tower,” excerpt from “Forgetfulness” by Marc Simon,
editor, and excerpt from “Episode of Hands” by Marc Simon, editor, from
THE COMPLETE POEMS OF HART CRANE by Hart Crane, edited by
x
academic study, Losing Matt Shepard: Life and Politics in the Aftermath of
Anti-Gay Murder, and Moisés Kaufman and the Tectonic Theater Project’s
2001 The Laramie Project, points us toward critical self-reflection as a
society.
What Wypijewski’s antisentimentality elides, nonetheless, is its enabling
condition: it was the murder’s sacrificial scripting, its suitability to a
representational economy she dismisses as “myth” (61), that made
Shepard’s story eminently reproducible, a national and international news
sensation, and thus a narrative available for sophisticated interventions
such as her own. An explanation of the media’s interest simply referencing
the victim’s youth, beauty, social class, and light skin-color would mistake
enabling conditions for causes. Like his gender, these attributes rendered
Shepard susceptible to aesthetic universalization; they are precisely the
markers that our culture tends to receive as unmarked. No one lacking
such characteristics could become a “child-saint” (71), Christ figure, and
sacrificial victim. Jim Osborn, then chair of the University of Wyoming’s
Lesbian Gay Bisexual Transgender Association, tells Loffreda that Shepard
was “someone we can identify with. Matt was the boy next door. He
looked like everybody’s brother and everybody’s neighbor. He looked like
he could have been anyone’s son” (Loffreda 27). In the context of his
demise, Shepard’s homosexuality is anything but a disqualifying factor, for
death had once been the prerequisite for the male homosexual’s full entry
into social representation. The homosexual’s death, in the decades between
Oscar Wilde’s disgrace and the Stonewall Riots, had wielded a particular
aesthetic force, the power of which remained apparently undiminished in
the era of celebrity outings and lesbian sitcom kisses. The incident’s brutal
and evocative unfolding, Shepard “hijacked to a lonely spot outside of
town, bludgeoned beyond recognition, and left to die without his shoes”
(Wypijewski 61), together with the man’s empathetic small loveliness, set
the stage for a fully embodied representation of sacrifice, the most
enduring, and perhaps the most potent, mythology in the Western
imaginary.1
Although Wypijewski would have our sentimental experience of the crime
scene “somewhat diminished” by the journalist’s participation, we could
just as easily read Melanie Thernstrom’s physical intervention, her
positioning of the inscribed stones, as a sign of how emotionally
compelling that site was. This is especially so, if we subscribe to the
stereotype of the “hardboiled” reporter. What Wypijewski implies to be
the betrayal of professional protocol, we can, to follow the sacrificial logic,
interpret as a sacrifice itself in fidelity to something “deeper” or “higher”
than professional ethics. Antisentimentality, as a rhetorical technique that
must take recourse to its opposite, courts the risk of reproducing it. More
problematic is Wypijewski’s ideological assumption that the
commemoration of a friend or fellow townsperson should seem more
INTRODUCTION: THE INTELLECTUAL LIFE OF THE FEELINGS 3
work of ideology. Nor do I wish to imply that all queer males adhere to
Wildean stereotype: it is enough that the homophobic imaginary conceives
them thus. “Wussitude,” Wypijewski quips, “haunts a boy’s every move”
(63). One sure sign of it is an interest in poetry. In Nicki Elder’s Laramie
High School creative writing class, “students who wrote love poetry were
deemed ‘faggots’” (Loffreda 116).
In her discussion of Elton John’s charity performance in Laramie,
Loffreda writes, “it seemed to me, as I listened to straight professors tell me
how moved they had been by the concert, how it important it was, that a
purchased ticket and a few shed tears didn’t count much as political action;
and that it was a dearly bought mistake to let oneself think otherwise”
(101). Emotional extravagance that assuages liberal guilt, or that serves to
take the edge off the distressing sense that one should do something,
ulti mately confirms the status quo. Loffreda then criticizes “a national
political style that proceeds, all too often, through the mechanisms of
iconhood and adoring identification, through the expression of emotion
itself as a political good” (102). If America’s therapeutical culture can so
easily substitute sentiment for action, as though the two were mutually
exclusive, and as if feeling self-redeeming sorrow about an event were
incompatible with thinking hard about how to prevent its recurrence, then
perhaps we should see the sacrificial economy not only a shaper of affect,
but also as an impediment to activism. This is not at all to say that we
should “get over” our feelings, that we should “act like men,” in order to
behave as responsible citizens. We need to revoke affect’s sacrosanct status
and submit it to critical analysis. One aim of this study is to advance the
notion that feeling thinks. The sacrificial economy is a long chapter in the
intellectual history of affect. In his introduction to Beyond Sexuality,
“Beyond the Couch,” Tim Dean emphasizes the importance of “thinking
about sexuality and desire in different, less psychological terms” (3). This
study follows Dean in using psychoanalysis to theorize beyond
psychology’s fixation on the individual: it is worthwhile to consider the
impersonality of affect.
Loffreda observes a change in Laramie commercial practice after the
media spread knowledge of Shepard’s murder:
self-sacrifice, alter its direction. Yet the responses of these three poets to the
inadequacies of traditional mimesis, as well as to the dilemma of the
homosexual closet, drastically diverge. I attempt to elucidate and evaluate
the political consequences of their distinct poetic decisions.
The advent of commodity capitalism concurs with that of modernism
and homosexuality. While sacrifice entails an economics of privation,
commodity culture encourages excess and expenditure: as Reginia Gagnier
writes in The Insatiability of Human Wants: Economics and Aesthetics in
Market Society, “Knowledge and freedom in market society may be
reducible to a single dominant narrative about the total actualization of
individual pleasure” (1). This “narrative” first came into effect at about the
same time that Rimbaud definitively broke with previous poetic tradition:
“Around 1871,” in response to new economic conditions, “economic
theory began to shift its focus from the social relations of population
growth, landlords, entrepreneurs, workers, and international trade to the
individual’s subjective demand for goods” (Gagnier 3–4). This shift from
the public to the private is also roughly contemporaneous with the coining
of the word, “homosexuality.” Capitalism made possible the formation of
non-normative sexual identity in the West, as John D’Emilio, Michel
Foucault, and other historians have demonstrated; yet from its beginnings,
male homosexuality has denied, challenged, and even outdared its enabling
condition. Homosexuality is an underexplored register of capitalism’s
constitutive contradictions; and it is in this context that modernist poetry’s
reappropriations and disarticulations of consumer culture prove
particularly significant. As Theodor Adorno writes in Aesthetic Theory, “[t]
he unsolved antagonisms of reality return in artworks as immanent
problems of form” (6). To elaborate the shared history of male
homosexuality, modernist aesthetics, and commodification is to argue for a
realignment in contemporary queer political thought, one which pays
attention to the aesthetic and the economic at the same time.
It would also be a realignment of queer theory, which, to speak generally,
has come more and more to define itself as a branch of cultural studies.
Even though, as this introduction should indicate, I share an interest in
mass-mediated culture, my work simultaneously asserts the importance of
adversarial art. Queer studies has often followed Foucault’s latter dismissal
of the political promise of such art; I am more interested in an earlier
Foucault. I would emphasize too that much of what passes now as
“popular culture,” such as, most notoriously, the music of Madonna,
would better be defined as the work of the culture industry. The cultural-
studies leveling of art forms has here, as elsewhere, disabled the capacity to
make critical distinctions. Dean contests “the historicist principle that
converts every text into a historically determined cultural document,
placing it on equal footing with other contemporaneous documents” (28),
for such reductionism “eliminates the possibility of any discursive
INTRODUCTION: THE INTELLECTUAL LIFE OF THE FEELINGS 11
specificity whatsoever” (29). I would add that it also assumes the text’s
availability to historicist mastery, an especially questionable notion when
the text at hand directly challenges historicism’s narrative presuppositions.6
And there is some irony to the fact that intensely difficult academic
discourses, which tend to limit readership on the basis of vocabulary alone,
would censure demanding aesthetic production as “elitist”—especially
when both involve the work of cultural critique.
The male homoerotic nexus that concerns this study cannot claim
exclusive literary or social privilege, and indeed intersects with other
important histories, including, of course, that of lesbianism. It is
nevertheless a crucial component of any comprehensive understanding of
modernism and of the crisis of modern masculine identity, a crisis
abundantly evident in Matthew Shepard’s murder. My exploration of the
issue of homoerotic affect also contributes to queer theory, which has not
recognized the full purchase of modernist technique. For if I use theory to
interrogate poetry, I also show that poetry has a lot to teach critical inquiry
—especially concerning imagination, the human capacity to envision and
construct change. When theory forgets its status as language and assumes a
metadiscursive position, it ren ders itself incapable of entering into dialogue
with the texts it presumes to explain.
By including Rimbaud in this study, I intend not only to dispute certain
spurious literary boundaries, but also to register this most decisive figure in
the history that interests me. A pivotal influence on Crane, Rimbaud
practices a revolutionary modernism virtually antithetical to Eliotic
reaction. It is not my intention, however, to divide poetic production of the
late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries into a progressive “avant
garde” and a regressive “modernism.” Even some of Eliot’s poetry
possesses qualities that can be considered avant-garde, as Marjorie Perloff
shows in TwentyFirst-Century Modernism: The “New” Poetics. And it is
Rimbaud, arguably the most avant-garde of the three poets, who boldly
asserts the imperative to be modern. Both “modernist” and “avant-garde”
necessarily appear in my discussions of literary criticism; I nonetheless
prefer to build my argument around specific poems, rather than
terminological abstractions.7 It is a messier process to move from close
reading outward; but the poetry under consideration relates adversarily to
historical metanarration and the master terms through which it operates.
This challenge can only be apprehended through careful attention to poetic
form.
Since the troubadours, Western poetry has rarely spoken of love, desire,
and pleasure without concurrently invoking the specter of death.
Remembering Sodom and Sappho, Western discourse also marries
representations of homoeroticism to catastrophe; an entire modern
narrative subgenre, for instance, plots the untimely demise of a wayward
homosexual protagonist. Media discourse on AIDS, especially during the
12 THE OTHER ORPHEUS
Look at
what passes for the new.
You will not find it there but in
despised poems.
It is difficult
to get the news from poems
yet men die miserably every day
for lack
of what is found there. (Book II 318)
THE MERMAN
The “overwhelming question” (1.10) that Prufrock defers resonates
throughout Western literary history, predicates psychoanalysis, and
appears as the chorus line of season after season of popular songs, always
with a new urgency, always with a slightly different inflection: What
is love? Prufrock protests his inadequacy to poetry’s ultimate concern, the
question of how to articulate love. “The Lovesong of J.Alfred Prufrock”
begins in the realm of the damned, where Dante’s Guido mistakenly
assumes he can give a self-compromising response to the Italian poet’s
question, because it will never reach the light of day. Although this
epigraph from the Inferno frames the purported song of love as a dialogue
with the dead, the poem turns quickly elsewhere, to frustrate epic and
elegiac expectations, as well as the romantic expectations elicited by its
title:
We could read the juxtaposition of “Lazarus, come back from the dead”
and “one, setting a pillow by her head,” which is emphasized by
endrhyme, as a contrast of the serious and the trivial, or the sublime and the
beautiful. Since the second and subordinate term of each pair would
represent the feminine, we could understand the passage as exemplifying
THE ANATOMY OF DECISION 23
Polonius, of course, also dies in the play. Ecclesiastes, one the poem’s most
extensive intertexts, asserts, “how dieth the wise man? as the fool” (2:16).
However provisional Prufrock’s identification with Polonius, it hardly
represents a repudiation of tragic social arrangements. Hamlet remains the
hero. Rather than imagining “relations of power structured differently”
(Homos 86), a task fundamental to epic poetry like Pound’s, “The Love
Song of J.Alfred Prufrock” laments the pinned-down proprieties of a
sociosexual order rendered seemingly immutable by Eliot’s pervasive
allusion to Ecclesiastes, Inferno, and Michelangelo. Where the trappings of
modernity appear in the poem, they serve as a negative contrast to august
tradition, feminine finery, or effete “white trousers.” Even the elaboration
of the “yellow fog” (l. 15) in the charming terms of a cat that “rubs its
back” (l. 15) and “rubs its muzzle on the window-panes” (l. 16) references
a scene of domesticity.
According to The Mew Princeton Encyclopedia of Poetry and Poetics,
metonymy is “[a] figure in which one word is substituted for another on
the basis of some material, causal, or conceptual relation” (783). A part
stands in for the whole, serving to indicate something larger, beyond its
particularity. In “The Love Song of J.Alfred Prufrock,” however,
metonymy begins to operate in reverse, dismembering the body it would
ordinarily evoke, and scattering that body’s parts. Fragmentation
commences with a few lines about women’s arms:
“[B]raceleted and white and bare” will soon find syntactic echo in “tea and
cakes and ices.” Although allusion to John Donne’s chilling “bracelet of
bright haire about the bone” (“The Relique” l. 6) undercuts Prufrock’s
THE ANATOMY OF DECISION 25
This couplet’s iambic pentameter places most of its stresses on words with
“s“sounds, which serve to recall the sound of the ocean; and the chiasmus
of the second line suggests the aimless motion of “[s]cuttling” in deep sea
currents. Favoring the appendages of an unthinking crustacean to
twentieth-century loneliness, Prufrock would appear to consider self-
extinction favorably, and thus to approach, in self-deprecating terms, a
major concern of the Danish prince. Even as the evening is “[s]moothed by
long fingers” (l. 76), he fantasizes his decapitation, in the John the Baptist
passage discussed above.
Prufrock would ride the wave of metonymic slippage out to sea, to
escape from his personality, as well as from the society impeding his
movements. This wish would seem compatible with Bersani’s argument in
Homos that “[o]ur complex views of intersubjectivity, nourished by an
intricate consciousness of desire, have the effect of channeling our
imagination of human relations into the narrow domain of the private”
(123). Prufrock’s dream of departure, however, entails no renewed
engagement in public affairs and no effort to go beyond the “unfixable
antagonism between external reality and the structures of desire” (Homos
124). Bersani, drawing on the implications of Monique Wittig’s analysis of
heterosexuality in The Straight Mind and Other Essays, deduces that
normative “[m]ale heterosexuality would be a traumatic privileging of
difference” (39). The lyric epiphany of “The Lovesong of J.Alfred
Prufrock” concludes its persona’s meditation in an appeal to uncapturable
otherness:
TWINS
Although the poem ends in a drowning, it is a metaphorical one; Prufrock
does not end his own life. The nonsuicidal disappearance of the subject,
which he arguably exemplifies, depends theoretically upon the dissociation
of “masochism from the death drive” (Homos 99). The strategy of undoing
psychoanalytic categories serves to elaborate the implications of the
multiple contradictions in Freud’s writings. In Baudelaire and Freud,
Bersani writes,
Perhaps the principal strategy for stabilizing the self, both for
individuals and for entire cultures, is to plot the immobilization of
desire. On the cultural level, what we have usually called psychology
is precisely an effort to arrest the movement of desire by creating a
mythology of an inert human nature, governed by mental “faculties.”
The latter are abstractions, such as love and anger, which “correct”
the continuous moving away of desire by providing totalities…always
just “behind” our behavior as illuminating or unifying causes (61–
62).
DIFFERENT BODIES
Where Prufrock remarks “Though I have seen my head (grown slightly
bald) brought in upon a platter,/I am no prophet,” he alludes
simultaneously to John the Baptist and to Orpheus, though the earlier
figure more easily follows from the immediate context. According to the
Orpheus myth, the original poet turns to exclusive homosexual
involvements after his failure to retrieve Eurydice from the underworld,
returning to the living empty-handed; and his final, sacrificial demise at the
hands of Bacchanites is motivated by unresponsiveness to their feminine
charms.22 Male homosexuality, thus, takes the form of an afterthought. In
“The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock,” all homoerotic implication
appears, as it were, in the wings, while heterosexual melodrama maintains
center stage.23 The “you” of “[l]et us go then, you and I” is presumably
male, as it is difficult to imagine Prufrock addressing his relationship
anxieties and expressing his remoteness from women to a confidante. The
probability that the love song’s only addressee is male could imply that
heterosexuality serves as a pretext and a detour. But no representation of
masculine beauty, no image of homoerotic desire, save the gallery of
brawny figures metonymically evoked by the name, “Michelangelo” (ll. 14
and 36), counterpoints the mermaids.
Read metonymically, however, one of the stanzas in which Pmfrock
excuses himself from encountering a woman proves especially interesting:
Bordo contends that jouissance is not the same as political resistance when
it effects or attempts no change in hegemonic power, beyond subjective
release. It would seem that the release from subjectivity, too, would not in
itself constitute effective resistance. As Bordo argues, affective mobilization
can fall flat against the hard constraints of race, class, and gender; and
celebration has the tendency—quite often, the privilege—to ignore these
limitations.
Bersani considers the lesson “that identity is not serious” to be
“invaluable” (Homos 18). For those who have fought hard, in the face of
social oppression, to establish a sense of identity, or a viable public self,
such a lesson might be offensive. In Homos, Bersani illustrates this moral in
a discussion of gays in the American military and its “Don’t Ask, Don’t
Tell” policy: “perhaps the most serious danger in gay Marines being open
about their gayness is that they might begin, like some of their gay civilian
brothers, to play at being Marines. Not that they would make fun of the
Marines. On the contrary: they may find ways of being so Marine-like that
they will no longer be ‘real’ Marines” (17–18). Bersani concludes that gay
men, finding such “theatricalities” “incompatible with the monolithic
theatricality of military masculinity” might “then begin to abandon the
THE ANATOMY OF DECISION 33
Language: English
CHRISTMAS
AT
CEDAR HILL.
A HOLIDAY STORY-BOOK.
BY
NEW YORK:
THOMAS WHITTAKER.
NO. 2 BIBLE HOUSE.
SUFFOLK COUNTY, N
TO
LITTLE ANNIE,
FROM
HER GODMOTHER.
THIS VOLUME
OF
THE SUNDAY-SCHOOL
OF
CHAP.
I. SETTING OUT.
II. A RESCUE.
VII. CONCLUSION.
CHRISTMAS AT CEDAR HILL.
CHAPTER I.
SETTING OUT.
The speakers were two of a little party of children who stood on the
platform of the little station of Greenbrier, waiting to take the train.
Agatha Bower, who had asked the question, was a pretty, pale little
girl, about thirteen years old, dressed in deep mourning. She was a
peculiar-looking child, with large dark eyes and long eyelashes, while
her hair was of a pale yellow, almost too light to be called golden,
and curled in close, short curls under her little black hat and crape
veil. She was very small and slender, but did not look young for her
years. She seemed rather nervous and excited, and kept close to
her companions in a way that looked as if she were easily frightened.
She was the only girl of the party. The other three were boys; the
eldest, whom Agatha had called Frank, being perhaps fifteen. He
was a tall, stout lad of his age, with brown curling hair, blue eyes,
and a ruddy complexion. Frank was a very handsome boy, and
attractive at first sight; but, when one looked at him again, there was
an expression of self-confidence, and a little contemptuous look not
altogether pleasing. Herbert, the next younger, had nothing
remarkable in his appearance, except a certain thoughtful and
earnest expression, which was lighted up with a very pleasant smile
when he was spoken to, or addressed anybody. Edward, the
youngest, was a pretty rosy boy of nine, with such a remarkable
resemblance to Frank as showed a very close relationship between
them.
Frank and Edward were brothers. They had been pupils in Doctor
Bower's private school—Frank for three years, Edward since the
beginning of last term—and were now going home to spend their
Christmas holidays, taking with them Herbert and Agatha, the
doctor's two children. They were to have been accompanied by
Doctor Bower himself, but the day before he had received
intelligence which made it necessary for him immediately to travel in
an opposite direction.
As the journey was only sixty miles long, he thought the children
might be safely trusted to go by themselves, especially as Frank had
been over the road so many times in his journey to and from school.
The railroad had lately been undergoing some changes and repairs,
but they were now all completed. Greenbrier had the advantage of
being situated upon two different railroads, which met at the same
station, about a mile from the centre of the village.
"Be sure to ask some one if you find yourself in any uncertainty what
to do," were the doctor's last words as he left them in the morning:
"and write to me directly, that I may know of your safe arrival."
"I do not believe I can write the same evening, father," said Herbert,
after a little consideration. "Frank says we shall not arrive till six, and
then there will be the party and the Christmas tree."
"And mind, boys, that you take the best care of Agatha," he added,
as he bade them good-bye. "Remember, Frank, I shall hold you
responsible if she is not returned safely and in good order."
"Never fear, doctor," replied Frank, confidently, "I will take care of
her. It is a pity if I cannot look after one little girl. Only, I hope," he
added to himself, "that she will not be afraid of everything and
everybody she sees."
Three o'clock on the afternoon of the day before Christmas saw the
young travellers on the platform of the station-house, waiting for the
train which was to convey them to Riverton, the residence of Mr.
Landon. The cars stopped for only three minutes, and some haste
was really necessary in securing their places, so that Frank's
impatience at Agatha's hanging back was not altogether
unreasonable; but still she hesitated, and glanced around as if for
some one to ask.
"You silly child!" said Frank. "Haven't I been over the road dozens of
times? The Riverton train always comes in on this side of the
platform and the New York train on the other. We shall be left
altogether if you don't hurry! See, they are just going to start!"
There was no difficulty about seats. The one passenger car was not
half full. There were three ladies, an elderly and two younger ones,
and some half a dozen men in all. Of these one of the women and
several men got out at the first two or three country stations, leaving
only the young and the old lady and two gentlemen. One of these
was an elderly man, with gray hair and spectacles, who looked like a
clergyman.
The other sat on the opposite side from our party, with his face
turned towards them. He was rather small and slight, with nothing
very peculiar about him except his large dark eyes, and a certain
abstracted expression. He held a book in his hand, but either he did
not find it very interesting or he had exhausted its contents; for he
was not reading, but looking now at his fellow-passengers, now out
of the window, though the fast-falling snow allowed but little of the
landscape to be seen. He looked round as the children entered, and
glanced at them once or twice afterwards with an appearance of
considerable interest.
"You may have seen some one like him," said Herbert. "He is a fine-
looking man, but I don't see anything remarkable about him, except
that he has a college medal, like my father's."
"No, sir," replied Herbert, blushing at being caught in his scrutiny. "I
only remarked that you wore a college medal like my father's, which
made me think that you might have been at the same college."
"Tickets!" called out the conductor, who had been invisible for some
time. It was with no small importance that Frank produced the tickets
for the whole party from his pocket, saying, as he did so, "How soon
shall we arrive at Riverton?"
"Did not the station-master tell you which train to take?" asked the
conductor.
Frank colored up to the roots of his hair. "I did not ask him," he
replied, with a little effort. "I was sure I knew which side the trains
came in."
"But they have been changing the tracks," said the conductor. "Didn't
you know that?"
"Yes, you are always quite sure you know everything!" interrupted
Ned, in an angry tone. "Why didn't you ask? But you are so
wonderfully wise nobody can ever tell you anything!"
"There is no good in talking so, Ned," said Herbert, who had not
before spoken. "I ought to have asked myself, I suppose, but I
thought Frank knew the road. But there is no use in crying for spilled
milk, or fretting about it, either. What had we better do, sir?" he
asked, turning to the conductor.
"And so miss the party, and the Christmas tree, and all the rest of the
fun," exclaimed Ned, who was the youngest of the party, and never
much disposed to repress his feelings, of whatever sort they might
be. "I don't care, it is a real shame! And it is all your fault, Frank! The
next time I travel I will look out for myself!"
"Never mind, Frank," said Herbert, consolingly. "It was unlucky, but it
cannot be helped now, and we shall know better how to manage
another time. I dare say we shall do very well, after all. You know we
were wishing for some adventures on the way."
"I don't wonder at that," replied Herbert. "You have had more than
your share of them already. But don't be troubled, Aggy. I don't see
how anything worse can happen to us than losing the party. How
shall we manage when we get to E—?" he asked, turning to the
conductor.
"I shall stop in E—," replied the conductor, "and I will go with you to
the hotel and ask the landlord to make you comfortable. It is an
excellent house, and I think you will have no sort of trouble."
"Now, I have another plan to propose," said the clergyman, who, with
the rest of the passengers, had been interested in the discussion.
"Let these young folks go home with me and spend the night. My
good lady will make them very welcome, and we will see what we
can do to make up for the loss of the party. That will be pleasanter
than spending the night at a strange hotel, won't it, my little girl?"
"Not at all, not at all!" replied the clergyman, heartily. "We are used to
the sudden arrival of any number of grandchildren, and our house is
a large one."
"I think you had better accept of the doctor's offer, since he is so kind
as to make it," said the conductor, addressing himself to Herbert,
"although I will make you as comfortable as I can at the hotel."
"Just as you think best," replied Frank, who had recovered his voice,
after a severe struggle with his temper. "I am sure the gentleman is
very kind."
The afternoon wore away, and still the snow fell thicker and faster
every moment. The wind rose and whirled it in clouds over the fields
or piled it up in fantastic drifts along the fences, and the track
became sensibly obstructed. The conductor's usually imperturbable
face wore a look of anxiety, and he seemed to spend much of his
time in conference with the engineer. As he came in towards dark,
the doctor remarked to him:
"No, sir; the snow is growing very deep and drifts badly. I am almost
afraid we shall not get through to E— to-night."
Agatha was absorbed in her story-book and did not hear, but the
boys did, and exchanged glances. Frank rose from his seat and
followed the conductor to the other end of the car.
"Do you really think we shall not get through to-night?" he asked, in a
tone of anxiety.
"I can't say," replied the conductor, rather shortly; but, looking up and
seeing Frank's disturbed face, he kindly made room for him on the
seat, saying, as he did so, "You need not be frightened, my boy. The
worst that can happen to us is to be snowed up at some country
station all night."
"I am not frightened," said Frank, in a much more humble tone than
he would have used in replying to such an imputation twelve hours
before. "I don't mind for myself, I was thinking about Agatha."
"No, she is Herbert's; that is, he calls her his sister, but she is an
adopted child. Mrs. Bower took her from a poor woman who does
washing for the school, and the doctor thinks all the world of her,
especially since his wife died. He put her under my care particularly,
and if anything should happen to her—" Frank's eyes filled with
tears. He turned away to hide them, but the sobs would come in
spite of him.
"I do not think that any harm will come to Agatha," said the
conductor, kindly; "but I do not think the less of you for being anxious
about her. We will do the best we can for her."
"How did you come to make such a blunder about the cars?" he
asked.
"I am sure I do not know," replied Frank. "I have been backward and
forward several times, and supposed I knew all about it. I never
thought of their changing the tracks."
"You should have asked, if there was any doubt about the matter,"
observed the conductor. "Never be too proud to ask a question, or to
follow the directions of people older than yourself. I expect your
friends are feeling rather uneasy about you by this time."
"I am afraid so," said Frank. "If they only knew about us, and Agatha
were safe, I should not care what became of me."
"I hope we may reach the Cedar Hill station, and then you can
telegraph—that is, if the wires are not all down. I do not suppose we
shall go any further than that to-night, even if we are lucky enough to
get as far. But I must go outside and see how matters are now."
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